<p> Waking up the next morning, I was determined to get Laura to masturbate with me, face to face. The pulsing of my insistent cunt gave me no other choice. I had to lay back, and finger fuck myself wildly, letting out a howl of climax as I imagined Laura, doing the same thing right in front of me, my orgasm washing me in a blissful rush of pleasure, before I could get myself together.<br /> <br /> Getting dressed quickly in a T shirt and shorts, I went and knocked on her door. The door opened, and she stood before me, even though it was obvious she’d only been awake for a little while, she still looked sexy as all hell. Her eyes quickly took in the sight of my long, bare legs, and the sight of my 34C’s, braless, and pushing out the front of my T shirt, the hard stiff nipples poking out the front, making their presence known. I saw a smile curve her lips. </p><p> My eyes took in the sight of her wearing a pink bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel, that gave me a pretty good idea that she was naked underneath her robe. I wondered if she liked to sleep in the nude, just like me. I can’t stand to have any clothing of any kind on my body when I am in bed. I dumped the pyjamas and the nighties when I was 8, I felt like my body was being suffocated by having to be wearing something almost 24/7, and I found I slept much better in the nude. She shifted her body just slightly, displaying herself better to my eyes.</p><p> "Good morning Delores, come in, the coffee is just about ready, and join me for coffee and a croissant. If you’ll excuse me for a minute, my hair needs to be brushed out, before it gets totally unmanageable." </p><p> I watched her walk down the hallway, she unwrapped the towel, and tossed it in the bathroom. As she entered her bedroom doorway, she paused for a few moments, then she dropped the robe, I watched it slip off her shoulders, down, down, until it pooled around her ankles. In those few moments that she paused, framed by the doorway, I drank in the sight of her naked backside, my god, her ass was perfect, the perfect symmetry of those sexy cheeks, with the crease curving up between those sexy mounds of naked flesh, made my mouth go dry and my heart pound. She then stepped around the door frame, and out of my line of sight. </p><p> I sat down at the table, breathing deep, getting my breath back and my heart rate to slow up a bit. It felt like I was being seduced, and I was starting to enjoy the feeling. The feeling intensified when she reappeared in the kitchen, wearing just a black bra and matching black panties, these were no granny panties, they were sexy, skimpy, almost see through, and the bra was just enough to contain her luscious melons, and nothing more. </p><p> "If I had my choice, I’d prance around naked all day long. But, you know what society says. I hope I haven’t offended you" she said, a slight smile curving her lips.</p><p> "Not at all, I’d go naked all the time if I had my choice. I sleep in the raw all the time, I haven’t worn anything to bed since I was 8. Even at summer camp, I slept nude." I replied.</p><p> I could see her smile again.</p><p> We continued on with more sedate subjects, until Laura stood up.</p><p> "Unfortunately, I have to do all the things that need to be taken care of now that I am moved in. How would you like to come over for dinner, let’s see, it’s Monday, on Thursday night? I should be fully moved in, and we can have a nice dinner, and enjoy ourselves. And, if you feel like it, bring over a robe, or something you’d like to lounge in, we can have a pyjama, or if you like, a not pyjama party after dinner."</p><p> I felt my lust surge, and my smile as I replied, "Ummm, that sounds great, I’ll be looking forward to it. I’ll bring a bottle of nice Merlot."</p><p> "Ahh, I love Merlot, my favorite red wine. I love to cook, I’ll make us a fine feast. If you don’t hear from me otherwise, dinner is a go, come over at 6 PM. Let me walk you to the door."</p><p> At the door, face to face, she wove her fingers through my hair, and brought my face forward. I could see her dark gray eyes, gazing at me, just before she shut them, as I shut mine. Our lips pressed, longer that a quick peck, but shorter that a full on make out kiss. I could feel the warmth of her lips pressing gently against mine. When she broke the kiss, I could see her face was flushed, my face felt pretty warm too.</p><p> "Until Thursday, Delores" she said softly.</p><p> Back at my house, my body was in a turmoil. I wanted her, wanted her more than anything, the feel of those warm soft lips against mine refused to fade, and I almost felt like I’d go mad waiting for Thursday. </p><p> I stripped naked and jumped back into bed. This time, I wanted to make it last, so I rolled over, stuffed a pillow between my legs, and rose up to my knees, and humped my pillow. Grinding my throbbing cunt down, I could feel the erotic zings shooting through me. As I rode my pillow, I remembered how my sweet sister Nicole had shown me how to ride a pillow….</p><p> …..Floating back down to Earth after that first orgasm, my sister gasping like a race horse after masturbating, cumming like crazy from the sight of her little sister’s first masturbation, and orgasm, Nicole looked over at me, with a wicked grin.</p><p> "We’d better get dressed, Mom and Dad will be back soon. But, they’ll be going out tonight, and I think I can convince them to let me babysit, I’m 14, I don’t need a babysitter. If they agree, I’ll show you a real fun way to play with yourself!"</p><p> Early that evening, after our parents had agreed, and gone, Nicole pulled me upstairs into her bedroom, she was naked almost in the blink of an eye. Nicole was developing very nicely, she already had a chest that no doubt drove all the 14 year old boys crazy. Her pubic mound, covered with a sparse, wispy bush, made me horny just to look at it. Feeling the stirrings of my lust, I stripped quickly, and saw Nicole looking at me, her eyes taking in my flat chest, and my hairless pussy, I was wondering what she was thinking of. </p><p> "Just wait until your boobs start to grow" Nicole whispered, a little huskily, "I’m gonna love looking at your body as you develop. And god, that smooth, hairless pussy mound, damn that’s so sexy." </p><p> The idea that my sister, finding my flat as a board, no hips, boyish shape body a turn on, got me excited. </p><p> "OK Del, on my bed, on your knees!" Nicole commanded, grinning.</p><p> She did the same, facing me, our bodies maybe 2 feet apart. She handed me one of her big pillows, with a towel draped over it. </p><p> "Now, I’m going to teach you about pillow humping, you’re gonna love it. Stuff this nice big pillow right between your legs, straddle it like a saddle, just like I’m doing," Nicole instructed, "Now I’ll give you a look at what I want you to do".</p><p> I watched, wide eyed, and my sister started out, grinding down, then up, rotating her hips, thrusting down, her eyes dreamy, her breath starting to come in little gasps of pleasure.</p><p> She stopped after about 30 seconds, and told me to do what she had done. It took a little while before I got the hang of it, but when I started to hit the right spot, and little moans and groans of pleasure started to sound, Nicole grinned. </p><p> "You’ve got the hang of it now baby, open your eyes, and watch me humping my pillow, just like I’m gonna watch you do the same." </p><p> I opened my eyes, saw Nicole pick up her rhythm again, humping and grinding, our noises of pleasure starting to fill the bedroom. I started to rock and rotate, thrusting and grinding my hips into the pillow. Nicole was sliding her body backward and forward, then pushing down, grinding herself against the pillow, then going back to the back and forth, and again grinding her throbbing pussy against the pillow, like she was riding a lover. I watched as she brought her hands up, and started to pull, tug and tweak her rock hard nipples, her breathing turning into gasps of pleasure. I started grinding down hard, my hips going up and down, faster and faster. Watching Nicole do the same, her eyes watching me as I watched her, our shared lust feeding off each other, was an erotic experience almost beyond belief, I was in the grip of a red hot haze of lust. I rotated my hips faster, pushing down hard, grinding wildly against the pillow, watching my sexy sister do the same, both of our bodies on fire with lust, almost like we were mirror images of each other. I slid my right hand under me, sliding it between my clit and my pillow, I started humping my hand. I could feel my wetness flowing out over my hand as I cupped my sex, pushing down hard on the pillow forced my fingers over my stiff, throbbing clit, and I was in absolute ecstacy. A part of my mind registered why Nicole had draped the towels over her pillows, as my juices ran like a river. </p><p> "Oh fuck, fuck, feels so good, gonna cum baby, gonna cum, I’m watching my sister humping my pillow, holy fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh yes, FUCK YES!"</p><p> My sister’s voice rose to shriek, as I watched, she pushed down as hard as she could, grinding wildly against her pillow for all she was worth, her body went stiff, then Nicole groaned loudly as she went into orgasm, her body shook with the intensity of her climax.</p><p> That gave me the shove I needed, and I went over the edge, squealing with absolute pleasure as I slammed down against the pleasing fullness of that pillow, my body shaking with nerve jangling pulses of sizzling pleasure, my pussy gushing crazily…. </p><p> …..Back in the here and now, my clit had risen up, darkly pink, hard, eager, and I aimed my thobbing button at the pillow, humping, thrusting and grinding away. The remembered pleasure of my sister Nicole and I gave me the push over the edge, and I shrieked, loud, my cunt exploding with pleasure, my juices gushing crazily over the towel atop my pillow, riding that wave of orgasmic fire until I slumped down, breathless and satisfied.</p><p> My pussy got a real working out before Thursday, I was so horny I couldn’t keep my hands off myself, driving myself to orgasm over and over, thinking about Laura.</p><p> I dreaded the idea of something coming up, and Laura having to cancel our dinner. I held my breath everytime the telephone rang. With a half hour to go, I picked out something to wear at our pyjama party. Since I don’t own pyjamas, I chose a black, full length slip, with lace designs at the top and bottom, it looked more than enough like nightwear. I slipped that on, then put a dress over it. </p><p> With 5 minutes to go, I picked up the bottle of Merlot, and right on the stroke of 6 PM, I was knocking on her door. She opened it, and I felt myself go weak in the knees as I virtually swam in the welcoming glow from her beautiful dark gray eyes. She was wearing a light blue knee length dress, and she pulled me forward, her lips pressing against mine, again, more than a peck, but less that a make out kiss.</p><p> "Welcome Delores, I have enjoyed myself more in the last few days than I have for ages!" I wondered about the meaning of that, as she continued, "planning a nice dinner, buying everything, creating something wonderful, it’s been way too long since I’ve done that." </p><p> Although that answered the question about the meaning, the glimmer in her eyes made me think that it was more than just the dinner, a classic double entendre, and my mind wondered if she was masturbating with me in her mind as she drove her churning pussy to orgasm, just as I did when I masturbated with her in my mind. My pussy was buzzing, and I decided I’d better concentrate on something else.</p><p> "Whatever you have created smells wonderful" I said.</p><p> "And it’s ready right now, great timing, I’ll get it ready for serving" Laura said.</p><p> "And I’ll pour the wine" I rejoined.</p><p> I filled our glasses, and we lifted our drinks, and gave a toast to our new friendship. </p><p> My stomach growled hungrily as I saw the delicious dinner before me. Beef bourguignon, spaztle, and red cabbage, with dark german rye bread. </p><p> She smiled and said, "You can thank my European heritage for this. My Mom was French, and my Dad was German, so I learned both styles of cuisine. My husband loved the fact that I could cook so well, and it’s great to be able to put my skills back into practice."</p><p> I replied, "Why don’t we make this a more regular thing? At least once a week, next time, dinner will be at my house, we can alternate. My cooking skills are limited to mostly regular fare, but my husband never complained!"</p><p> Her eyes glowed, she reached out and stroked the top of my hand, I felt the tingle of her fingers, almost like a low electric current was passing over my hand.</p><p> "I’d like that very much" she replied softly.</p><p> The wine flowed, the dinner was delicious, and after the dishes were in the dish washer, she took my hand, and led me into the den. </p><p> "And now, we can start our pyjama party!"</p><p> I quickly unbuttoned my dress, and let it fall away. I could see Laura’s eyes drinking in the sight of me in my slip, and she told me she’d be right back.</p><p> Five minutes later, she was back, and oh my. She was wearing a white baby-doll nightie that just barely covered the cheeks of her ass, I could see a small G string style panty just covering up her pubic region, and my heart was gently pounding. </p><p> The TV was on, and on the movie channel we were watching, was a pretty torrid love scene. I made a casual remark about how hot the scene was, and she said it was making her pretty hot too, and how she might have to take care of that later.</p><p> Taking the plunge, I boldly asked, "Do you masturbate much?"</p><p> Laura turned her head my way, I saw an eyebrow lift up, but her smile was warm and slightly mischevious.</p><p> "All the time, my god, I’m so horny now, it’s like I can’t get enough. I never knew that my 50’s would turn me in a sex crazed beast. Oh I miss my Ron so much, he’d do me over and over. Pussy lickings, cock suckings, and his ramming my insides, blowing huge globs of semen deep up inside, I miss that so much."</p><p> I replied, "Sounds just like me, when my husband would come home, all fired up, and fuck me silly! Now that I’m without him, I love to get some mental stimuli, then run it back in my head, or as we are doing right now, just watching the movie and letting it heat us up. What makes you cum the hardest?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea that I knew.</p><p> She hesitated for a second, then she slipped in a tape into her VCR. The same blonde and redhead were on the screen, that I had seen when I peeked in on her, both of them starting to make hot, passionate love to each other. My hand quickly, almost unconsciously, found its way down and I started to press the fabric against my throbbing entry. Laura was watching closely, and she giggled with joy.</p><p> "Hell, that’s the way I feel too! I was afraid you’d be shocked" she said, as her hand started to rub at the outside of her panty, pressing the fabric against her pink seam.</p><p> "Not shocked, just very horny" I cooed.</p><p> Laura whispered huskily, "Look at that blonde, the way she’s going after the redhead’s pussy. Mmmmm, god I love to be eaten." </p><p> Sitting side by side, hearing our breathing deepen and the little sounds of pleasure we were starting to make, after a few moments, I gathered up the courage to ask for more.</p><p> "Why don’t we both get totally naked, and masturbate together? I’d love to see you playing with yourself, watching you cum" I cooed huskily.</p><p> Laura grinned, and in a few moments, her nightie was on the floor, and there she was, totally naked, just mere inches away. My god, my heart and my lust were pounding crazily, her breasts were perfect, slightly bigger than mine, like ripe fruit just waiting to be picked, her rose colored nipples stiff and swollen with excitement. I could feel my nipples stiffening rapidly, I saw her eyes look down, smiling as they shoved out the front of my slip. My eyes were drawn downward, taking in the sexy curve of her hips, and that well trimmed nest of pubic hair, letting me get a peek of her lower lips. Almost as if she’d heard my unspoken request, she turned, and the most beautiful rump I’d ever seen was in front of my eyes. I felt frozen, unable to look away, the curve of those glorious globes, with the curving crease bisecting them into two moons, took my breath away.</p><p> She turned to face me again, grinning, and cooed, "Your turn, get yourself naked!"</p><p> I pulled the slip up, over my head, and tossed it aside. I felt her gaze caressing my nude body, sliding over every inch, almost as real as the touch of a lover’s hands. I turned, to display my backside. I’ve always been a little hesitant about showing my naked ass, but Laura put me at ease with her next comment.<br /> <br /> "Oh yes, so nice, so sexy, you sweet ass cheeks are so damn sexy baby" she cooed.</p><p> We stretched out on the couch, each of us against an edge. I felt my lust swirling, we were both spreading our legs apart, eager to wantonly masturbate, showing each other how we masturbate our horny cunts, exactly how we get ourselves off. We were facing each other as I slipped my fingers down, and eagerly started to fondle and caress my mound, feeling the juices starting to churn. I got into my rhythm as I ran my index finger up and down my pink slide, the wetness seeping out, making my finger creamy slick with my juices, giving me just the right amount of slipperyness. Then I slipped my finger in a little further and let my finger dip into my hole, running my finger in a circle before sliding up to my clit. My finger played in small circles over my twitching clit while I watched Laura fingering herself. </p><p> I watched Laura, my eyes drinking in the sight of her fingers reaching down. She spread her lips apart, making sure that I got a good look, and her fingers started to trace her shiny inner lips, her dark rose opening and clit were constantly visible. She used her right thumb to strum up and down over her clit while her other fingers danced over her tender pink lips and glistening hole. </p><p> The TV was on, and we would sneak peeks at the blonde and the redhead, eating each other’s pussies ravenously, our shared arousal spurring us on. I felt so wanton, so nasty, and so damn hot showing Laura exactly how I masturbated my horny little cunt, my fingers driving me on. I could feel it building, and when the redhead screamed in climax, I howled as I felt my cunt start to spasm crazily, and I went roaring over the edge, squealing in pleasure. </p><p> Laura gasped out, "Fuck, oh fuck, feels so good, watch me, watch me cum baby, watch me, yes, oh yes, yes, yes, YES!!!"</p><p> Laura’s voice rose to a shriek as her body started to shake, and she let her orgasm take her, cries of pleasure filling the air. I enjoyed watching the contortions of her face in climax, realizing that I must have looked very much like that when I exploded. It made me smile, and in the afterglow, I told Laura how much I enjoyed watching her body and her face in the throes of climax.</p><p> Laura cooed, "I also was so turned on, watching your body shaking and jerking, cumming right before my eyes, made my orgasm a real blowout. I haven’t cum like that in a long time."</p><p> As I got dressed to leave, Laura pulled me close, and our mouths clung hungrily together, a burning, sizzling kiss that made my body thrum.</p><p> "Come back for dinner in 2 days, and this time, I want you to stay overnight. I think we should do more, don’t you?" she murmurred, her lips mere inches from mine, her eyes smoky with passion.</p><p> My lips were still tingling where hers had been mere seconds ago, and I nodded, my heart thumping. </p>
Dana pulled out of the parking lot and out into traffic. Just a short jaunt down Third Street and then on to the interstate. She had been anxiously waiting all week for after work Friday, the day when she would set off on her great adventure. It was quite an incredible undertaking. If any of her friends knew what she was up to they would never have believed it; she could hardly believe she was going through with this herself. But if nothing else life had made her very brave and considering her circumstances; her plan was not all that incredible but still very bold. Dana was going to the big city for the weekend, to find and make love to another woman.
Her mind was set on the notion. She had planned it for months and even made a reconnaissance trip to iron out the details. She probably could have found a suitable partner from among the eclectic collection of coeds on the college campus but Laramie, Wyoming was a small city and it was hard to keep such misadventures quiet. No, Dana was driving to Denver. It was the biggest city in the region. Whatever she wanted – they had it in Denver. Apart from finding a discrete partner she also wanted the option to be as discriminating as possible. Her mother had always told her that if she was going to try something for the first time, give it a fair chance and try the very best. She thought that, surely, from the larger sample of lesbians in a big city she would have the best prospect of finding a highly skilled and appealing companion. Her plan was perfect. She would have a little fling and then discretely sneak back home. No one would ever know.
She accelerated to speed, adjusted her mirror, and checked her watch. She should be arriving around 7:30. Plenty of time to check in, change her clothes and hit the night. Dana thought about her evening’s plans. She did not know exactly what or who she would encounter but she knew how. She knew that if she positioned herself well her natural graces were always enough to propel circumstances in her favor.
She was by no means a drop-dead beauty but she was cute, in fact, darned cute if she had to admit it. She wore her short, curly red hair in a sassy fluff around her head. Her face was round with full cheeks, a sweet little turned-up nose, and a broad expressive mouth with Cupid’s Bow lips. Her big, playful eyes were a vivid blue and her brows slanted upwards toward her nose giving her face an overall warm, congenial appearance, especially when she smiled. She did not have a figure that provoked lustful stares. Her breasts were small and her hips narrow but she had legs like a dancer and she could use them to attract all kinds of attention when she wanted to. She was pretty enough to stand out from the crowd and she considered herself well equipped for this quest. She was confident she would succeed in her mission and she looked forward to the insight she would gain from this trip.
Someone might ask, ‘Why would an attractive, heterosexual, 23 year-old, small town raised, young professional woman be setting off on such an uncharacteristically bold adventure?’ If she had such an urge to experiment with her sexuality, why not do it in the carefree days of college when such behavior might be more easily excused? Why at this stage of her life after her career had started and her social potential being realized? To Dana, the situation was not so difficult to understand. From her perspective it had always been almost inevitable. She was a hermaphrodite.
Dana was most definitely a woman. She had ovaries, a uterus, and a vagina; exhaustive tests as a girl had verified her sexual identity. Her external genitalia were somewhat less distinct. Firstly, her labia were much larger, in fact, enormous by comparison to most women. They were the same shape and in the same position as most women but Dana’s were long flaps of pinkish brown skin that could easily stretch beyond her panty line if she did not carefully tuck them away. When she became sexually aroused they puffed up and spread apart invitingly like the petals of a delicate flower and sweated on the inside the same musky secretions as her vagina. The flaps met at the top of her sexual opening where they formed the hood above her clitoris and it was here that her genitalia became most ambiguous.
Dana called her clitoris a penis because that was what it looked like. It protruded from her and dangled in front of her sex, it had a soft, stretchy skin of an olive complexion, it had a very sensitive glans at the end, and it even had a foreskin around the tip. It had no urethra, hers was below just like all other women, but it responded to sexual stimulation just like a penis. When Dana became aroused her penis would lengthen, swell, harden and raise itself to point toward her naval in a graceful arch; heralding her arousal and prominently begging for attention. It was her biggest and most closely guarded secret; a secret that had controlled and shaped every aspect of her life. And now it had become the central guiding focus of her strange weekend quest. To Dana it was a trip she had been planning since she was a girl. After all, one could not have such an organ and not wonder about its potential uses.
Dana was glad for the long drive it gave her time to think, about her plans, about her past, about herself.
It had been a long love/hate relationship between Dana and her genitals. She hated them because they drove away her father. Unable to cope with her indistinct gender, he ran away shortly after she was born never to be heard from again.
She hated them for the sheltered life she had been restricted to. Her mother was very protective and constantly steeled Dana against any situation that might compromise her dainty secret or weaken her vigilance. There were so many maturing rituals a young girl should partake in that Dana could not because of her secret. All the slumber parties, sports, and of course, teenage lust she had to keep shy of. There were a few times necking with some boy she was infatuated with when her arousal almost let itself show. These were warnings to her about the fragile nature of her secret and how destructive to her life it might be if her supplemental sexuality was ever discovered.
At the same time she loved her little something extra. It was not only a part of her; it was the epicenter of the most intense delight she had ever known. Her orgasms were tremendous and she attributed them to her very sensitive penis. Many were the nights, sheltered in darkness, quietly in her room that her young fingers crept tenderly over her flesh to find that tempting treasure. Pulling her panties down she would tease her penis into erection with one hand while with the other dragging up musky wetness from her flowering vagina and spreading it around as a lubricant. Fully aroused and suitably aided she worked a two-pronged attack; on her penis and on her vagina. With one dainty finger swirling within the sensitive mouth of her pussy, she pulled and rubbed her erect clitoris that rose in an arc toward her navel. She took her time, manipulating herself, prolonging the pleasure, building it up to that huge release and the soothing peace that followed.
There were complications, though. Her vaginal orgasms were like any other woman’s but when her clitoral orgasms struck Dana she would gush forth from her urethra, just below her penis. It of course wasn’t sperm, but it wasn’t urine either. It was a thick slippery substance that would, depending on her sexual tension, dribble out quickly and run down her slit or sometimes squirt out in rapid jets. When she masturbated, she always kept a wash cloth with her, to catch the mess.
Dana treasured her climaxes, but she treated herself to them very sparingly. What she had always desired the most was someone to share her physical joy with, and masturbation was a distraction she did not want to become dependant on. Sadly, Dana had not been very successful in finding that someone.
Her first foray into love was with a boy she had known since kindergarten. They had always been close friends and started dating when they were 16. They had many necking and guarded light petting sessions but Dana never let it go too far until one night three months before their graduation. Dana broke down and let him venture his wandering hands past the hem of her skirt. She tried urgently to forewarn him of what he would find; she was so sure she could trust him to appreciate her special circumstance and to not freak out over what he found.
She was wrong. He completely came unglued, called her a fag as if she was some boy playing an elaborate hoax on him. He spat on her and pushed her out of his car to walk home alone. If that was not bad enough, by the following Monday the story was all over town.
Her entire life was abruptly torn up by the roots and destroyed. Her friends abandoned her, people stared, her mother cried almost constantly. Unable to function in the tiny town, she had to test out of high school, leave her mother and her home to start college early in far away Laramie. She never went back and she could only visit her mother if they met outside town. It was a cold cruel lesson for her, one that left her feeling shattered, robbed, and very alone.
In college she kept to herself with her nose in her books. It was hard to constantly exclude herself from all the festivities and distractions but she knew too well the consequences of letting down her guard. In her junior year she met a young man, a senior, with a promising future that she had a strong yearning for and he loved her too. He was a good man, very patient, intelligent and understanding. This time she carefully, gradually exposed him to her condition months before the relationship got physical. He was unafraid and completely discrete. When the time was right she offered him her virginity. She was so happy that he addressed her sex bravely. The encounter was a little tense, slightly hesitant. Not knowing for sure how to address it, he would not touch her proudly erect organ protruding prominently in front of his own but the rest of his foreplay was thorough and effective. He consummated their love, entered her, broke her hymen and they engaged in complete and mutually satisfying intercourse.
With her erection nestled in the tangle of his pubic hair and her labia spread wide around his puffed scrotum, they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight lover’s embrace, whispering passionate entreaties into each others ears. After overcoming the brief pain of defloration, she regaled in his arms; it was without exception not only the most pleasurable experience of her life but also the ultimate completion of her being. He was bringing her in from the cold and welcoming her into the human race. All the cruel years of self repression were washing away with his every stroke. Working with him her body became a treasure of joy for her underneath his; giving her pleasure she could never have given herself. They clung together and moved in a smooth, undulating syncopation, climbing their lust like a team. As he churned his penis deep within her newly awoken vagina, Dana bucked and ground against his every thrust, gyrating her own penis against his coarse, clinging curls. She matched him in his mounting joy, riding his passion with him as a devoted partner; she waited to accept his culminating ejaculation as a woman.
She felt him tense and groan, then his emission, a pulsing jet deep within her. The sensation and the realization that came with it pushed her over the edge. As he was still enjoying his climax she ground against him tightly and triggered her own release. She came, and as usual when she came, she gushed forth her own ejaculation. In a series of quick, gentle spurts her thick, viscose fluid erupted from her urethra and into his pressing pubes, slowly dribbling down over his testicles. Simultaneous bliss, the moment was truly theirs, or so she would have thought.
Her release had an immediate, chilling effect on him. He tried hard not to let it show or to hurt her feelings but she knew he was uncomfortable with the net effect of their bonding. Her erection still stood defiantly, unrepentant in front of her sex and a gooey glob of her discharge soaked the patch of hair above his flagging erection. Of course he was very understanding and gracious to a fault, and his love for her was clear and beyond reproach. But she knew he had a little difficulty in facing the reality of her condition. Sometimes the subtle signs of rejection are the most hurtful to a partner’s ego. Regardless, they set it aside, and curled up in each other’s arms to sleep like lovers.
She was so happy to be made complete and have consummated their love, but from that point on their relationship decayed. He still loved her but the distinctly masculine traits of her sexuality clearly disturbed him. They overcame some of his discomfort by changing their coital position – they had sex “doggie style”. By entering her from behind he was spared confrontation with her strangely configured genitalia but it left out a great deal of the intimacy that Dana craved so much. She could, of course, stimulate herself, and she did, to share pleasure and release with him. She stroked and massaged her erection with a free hand as he thrust against her, he never deterred her. They had frolicking, rancorous sex and he enjoyed himself to his completion. Dana achieved hers too, spilling herself against his testicles and driving shaft, without his noticing. As his cum spilled from her and mixed with hers, the illusion was complete. He was still slightly chilled by her condition. He never touched her down there and if he ever came into contact with her ejaculate, he recoiled in revulsion.
They kept their relationship together all the way to his graduation. In spite of all his entreaties, appeals and promises of devotion, Dana still sensed reluctance in him and loved him enough to let him go. She released him to a life he would not have to constantly defend, to some other lover with whom he could be completely free. It hurt them both but she felt it was the honest thing to do. He left town and disappeared from her life.
Her mourning was dark and cynical. She began to associate with a gloomy crowd of social dissenters and cultural critics. Among them she met and moved in with an attractive, rakish English Literature Major who sold used cars to pay his bills. He drank heavily and smelled of stale cigarettes but he had no apprehension about her sex. He ignored her clitoris almost completely. As far as her ejaculation was concerned, he was downright squeamish but undeterred. He was by no means a good or even satisfying lover but she never had to question where she stood with him. As depressed as she was, it would not have mattered anyway.
Their love making was arduous and forced, usually while intoxicated. They were somewhat clumsy though very physical lovers, and they went through all the motions of intense sex yet something was missing. She had to work too hard to achieve her climax and when it came it was physically enjoyable but did not even begin to soothe her emotional needs. It was like being half numb or having sex by remote control.
She usually got off after he had passed out, she would straddle him and ride on top of him with his semi-erection stuffed up inside her. Through the bleary daze of alcohol she slid and ground against him, making believe the tumescent flesh squeezed in her yearning pussy was the raging cock of an inspired lover. With a free hand she pulled, squeezed and jerked-off her erection for stimulation no one else would give her. When she had reached her peak and spat out her cum over his cock and balls it was a lonely victory, not the joy she longed to share.
Their affair was not love; it was just going through the motions. As time progressed it became a mockery of love. He got into cocaine and soon every spare dime he could get his hands on went up his nose. In the end, he tried to get her to sell herself to a truck driver because they needed the money. At that point their relationship was no longer just an enigma of contrived emotions, it was a hazard. She sneaked away in the middle of the night and never looked back.
The yawning light of her new found freedom and sobriety healed her many wounds. She got stronger, more self reliant, and she focused herself strictly on the non-sexual aspects of her life. She graduated, established a career and settled into a safe, comfortable routine.
Until now. A question that she had carried since adolescence burned inside her and was nagging for an answer. Thus – her adventure.
Dana tried to imagine all the possible scenarios so she would be ready. As she drove, she began to wonder about the type of woman she would meet. Would she be just an average lady or one of those masculine types? What kind of role should she play – the submissive or the aggressor? How would she expose her secret to them, up front or as a surprise? There were so many uncertainties, she did not like the idea but she would have to play a lot of this by ear and make the appropriate moves based on how things evolved.
She made good time, pulling in to the motel parking lot a half hour sooner than she had planned. She checked into her room and freshened up with a quick shower. Fully expecting a lucky encounter, she powdered and perfumed herself for a lover’s enchantment before slipping into her finest, shear black pantyhose, a blue short-sleeve silk blouse to bring out her eyes, and a short, pleated, blue skirt. Her legs were her best asset and she chose a pair of black, high-heeled, ‘f#ck-me’ shoes to accentuate them. Looking at herself in the mirror she surmised, ‘If I wanted to bring home a man tonight, this would definitely do it.’ She just hoped girls liked the same bait.
Out to her car and on to the freeway. She knew where she was going. Her recon trip and some pointed inquiries had helped her find some gay bars on South Broadway, where all the art galleries were.
The first place on her list was called The Footloose. Dana parked around the corner, primped herself one more time in the rear view mirror and bound out of her car in a quick dash for the door. What greeted her inside were mostly the shocked stares of scattered, well-groomed, slender men. ‘Could I be in the wrong place?’ she wondered. There were two women sitting at the bar. One was a sleek woman in her mid-forties in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Sitting next to her was a pretty, young blonde in a white t-shirt. Their interlocked arms made it clear to all they were a couple. Dana took a seat at the bar near the pair hoping to garnish their cloistered feminine appeal should any other women show up. She asked the bartender for a Cabernet and casually familiarized herself with her surroundings.
It was a tidy, stylish place with a neat bar, clean little wooden tables and a dance floor. She sipped her wine and waited for some one, any one, to show her a little benevolence. It was an act in futility. The men did not seem to care if women existed at all. The two women would intermittently throw themselves into a passionate kiss and then look about the room, scanning for a reaction. They were as indifferent to Dana as the men. She waited twenty minutes and in that time the two women left, ten more men arrived and Dana just got lonely.
She hopped off her stool and dashed back to her car. The errant foray had emboldened her. It was not as hard as she had thought. Hopefully the next place on her list would be more suitable. It was a place further up Broadway called The Compound. Dana liked it because it had a discrete parking lot in the back. She took a deep breath after berthing her car and sauntered to the entrance. Standing inside the doorway, she stopped and gathered her bearings. She saw about her women’s faces, seated at tables, playing pool, and standing in a row leaning against the bar. They all marked her entrance, looking her over with more than casual curiosity.
Dana smiled; this was the right place. She stepped forward, between the tables and the bar, and stood in a wide stance (a good way to grab attention if you have nice legs). She regarded the first woman there, a tall, burly blonde woman in a sleeveless t-shirt and her hair slicked back in a kind of D.A. The next woman at the bar was a stocky brunette with a mullet and a black leather vest who stepped in front of Dana and said, “Hey, doll. How’s about I buy you a drink and we get cozy?”
Before Dana could summarize the ramifications of that offer a big pink arm whizzed past her head and the burly blonde’s palm smacked against the brunette’s shoulder, the blonde thundered, “She’s in my territory, asshole!” The brunette responded with a right cross that missed its mark. Dana was dumbfounded as the two women locked arms and tore at each other just inches from her face. A big, broad man behind the bar climbed over it and landed beside the two women, wrenching them apart with his long arms.
Too shocked to move, Dana felt a hand grasp her gently but firmly by the elbow and extract her from the ruckus. The bartender and some friends separated the combatants and they withdrew to opposite ends of the bar. As the women at the bar shuffled positions to absorb the newly opened space Dana turned to look at her rescuer. She beheld an attractive woman in her mid forties dressed in black slacks and a pink silk blouse with a sweater draped around her shoulders. She had short, curly brown hair neatly bunched around a very wholesome, June-Cleaver-ish face. The woman smiled warmly at Dana and said, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Taking Dana’s shocked silence for an answer she continued, “We’d better just avoid the war zone until you learn the ropes.”
Guiding Dana back to her table by the wall they passed another woman sitting alone at an adjacent table who laughed and said, “Smooth sailing, cream puff.” This was a lean, young blonde woman in blue jeans, tank top and cowboy hat; pretty in a kind of unwashed sort of way.
“Oh, Jan. Behave,” replied Dana’s savior to the wild, giddy cowgirl. Pulling Dana down to a chair beside her, the pleasant woman said, “My name’s Ruth. Don’t mind Jan she’s just having fun.”
“I’m Dana,” she offered. Dana had planned to use an alias but that slipped.
“Well, hi, Dana, and welcome,” said her new friend. “Tell us what brings you to our dreary little dive.” As she spoke, Jan slid her chair toward their table to include herself into the welcoming committee.
“I’m just… kind of… well, I’m looking for some companionship,” said Dana. She was feeling a bit shy and uneasy. It seemed strange to her to go to a place expressly looking for sex. This kind of conduct was so foreign to her, but she did find comfort in the notion that every woman in the room was drawn there by virtue of their sexuality and a quest for coupling. Why else would she be there? She was also feeling an attraction for both of these women. Either one would surely make a suitable partner. “I’m new to this,” she ventured, hoping for sympathetic appeal.
“A virgin!” blurted out Jan with a raucous laugh and entirely too loud. “I ain’t touchin’ that.”
Dana felt the stare of every woman in the bar turn on her.
“Jan! That’s uncalled for,” said Ruth crossly as she reached in her purse and drew out a ten. She slid it toward Jan and said, “Why don’t you go get us a drink? What are you having, Dana?”
“Burgundy is fine. Thank you,” she said, still trying to overcome her embarrassment. Jan nabbed the bill and headed for the bar.
Ruth patted her on the arm, “Jan’s a little rough around the edges -, she drives a cab all day. She’s actually very sweet before she’s had too many.”
Dana was quickly growing a fondness for this woman. She was pretty, kind, warm, and understanding. She thought maybe her search would be over sooner than she expected. Surely this woman would make a perfect lover for her first time. “You’ve been very sweet,” Dana ventured. “How would you like to take home a virgin,” she continued, half jokingly but still half in earnest?
“Oh, me,” Ruth said as she dropped her glance and began fiddling with her hair, obviously flattered? “I’m… spoken for. But perhaps I can steer you to the right young lady.”
“Well, I guess Jan is out,” chuckled Dana. “I’m hoping to find someone really special, really good, and really patient. Somebody who will make my experience memorable.”
“There’s Bobbie,” suggested Ruth. “That blonde girl on the stool. She’s available and very sweet.”
Glancing over casually, Dana considered the pleasant, dainty woman in snug, girl-next-door jeans. “She’s cute. Does she like adventure?” That, of course, would be crucial.
“Adventure,” said Ruth with a sly sideways glance? “Mmm,… Neecie! Denice, the girl in the skirt, playing pool. She’s a dancer. Ballet. She’s from a prominent family. She tamed Jan once. Not a fast mover, she likes to get acquainted first.”
Dana watched the sinewy, superlatively toned strawberry blond in the fashionably torn mid-drift and matching skirt. Definitely a sensuous creature, with a body built to perform. The package she advertised certainly promised an affair to remember. ‘Wow,’ thought Dana. ‘If I had enough time, that’s the kind of woman I wanted to find.’ “I’m only in town for the weekend, … but…” She did not really intend for her quest to extend into multiple trips, but that girl was truly exciting.
“In a hurry, huh? Well, someone else does come to mind, she’s a bit extreme,” proposed Ruth. “She is very beautiful, a skillful and thorough lover,… uh, so I hear… very accommodating and she likes first-timers. She’s… (How shall I say?)… A lady of the evening. Her name is Angel.”
“A prostitute,” asked Dana in a shocked whisper? She was alarmed that her adventure had strayed into felonious territory. Could she venture that far? Maybe she could. Pondering it quickly, maybe it was the perfect solution. This Angel was good, she liked beginners, and as a professional she could not shirk her duty no matter what she confronted. “Well, OK. I could do that. That would suit me just fine, I guess.” Just then Jan returned with their drinks and plopped down in her chair. “Tell me what I have to do to meet this Angel,” continued Dana anxiously.
“Angel!” exclaimed Jan with a laugh, entirely too loud and again drawing attention from the entire room. “If you can afford Angel why are we buying you drinks?”
“Jan,” whispered Ruth with a frown! “Try to put yourself in our friend’s shoes and stop being such a bore!” Softening and turning back to Dana, “Understand, I’ve never been with her,” Ruth said, primping her hair again, self consciously, “but my partner… who should be here by now,… she has and she would at least help you find her.”
“Poindexter,” said Jan almost choking on a big gulp of beer? “What a waste.”
Ruth ignored Jan like she was used to it. “Even if she can’t we’ll find you a friend. You’re in glad company,” she said as she hugged Dana’s arm in encouragement.
“I appreciate it and I’m happy to be among you,” replied Dana to both her new friends.
“Sure,” said Jan with a laugh and pointing her thumb over her shoulder toward the bar. “And you can always try your luck again on Battleship Row.”
“Here she is now,” said Ruth, looking over Dana’s shoulder toward the door.
Dana turned and saw a very prim looking woman in a tweed jacket and striped neck tie. She had black hair pulled back into a tight bun and wore big, round, black-framed glasses. She walked directly toward their table as if it were a well established custom. She kissed Ruth and whispered a greeting before sitting down beside her opposite Dana and continued whispering to Ruth something about working late and traffic.
“Hey, Poindexter. Nice tie,” said Jan with a laugh.
“A pleasure, as always, to see you again, Jan.” said the woman in a very dry tone as she coldly regarded her agitator.
“I’d like you to meet our new friend, Dana,” interjected Ruth. “Dana, this is my partner, Beth.” Beth rose from her chair, reached over the table and firmly shook Dana’s hand. Ruth patted Beth on the lap and said, “Dana’s a NEW girl and is anxious to meet somebody.”
Before Beth could respond, Jan blurted out, “Ruthie says you could exert your bean-counter charm to hook her up with Angel.”
Ignoring the sarcastic jab, Beth looked at Dana in astonishment and said, “Angel? Well, you certainly don’t piddle around. That’s a pretty fast start for a beginner. Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”
“Like my mom always said, ‘If you’re going to try something for the first time, try the very best’,” replied Dana. She did not want to break protocol but she was on a mission.
“Can you help her,” asked Ruth sweetly?
“Oooo… kaaaay,” said Beth slowly as she scanned the room. Something caught her eye by the doorway and she got up, walked over to a stack of papers in a rack. She picked one up, folded it and stuffed it under her arm as if she was embarrassed to be seen with it. At the table she opened it up keeping it close to her lap and out of sight. Dana read ‘Rocky Mountain Oyster’ on the paper’s masthead and assumed it to be some kind of underground ad periodical. Rifling through the paper Beth came across something and pulled out a section and placed it on the table. She took a pen from her jacket and wrote something on an ad at the bottom of the page and then slid it toward Dana.
The ad had a picture of a beautiful woman with a finger pressed to her pursed lips and it said ‘Elite Escorts, In-call, Out-call, Discrete’ and a telephone number. Beth had circled the number and wrote “C.J.” beside it. “If you’re sure you can handle this, call that number and ask for C.J.,” said Beth in a very serious tone. “But you talk ONLY to C.J. and you don’t discuss anything with anybody else, alright?”
“Alright,” replied Dana. She did not understand the grave warning but she would comply. Ruth smiled at her as if proud of her partner’s prowess. Jan stared at her in gaping envy.
For nearly an hour Dana sat and chatted with her new friends. She bought a round. After a while the fact that they were all drawn to this place by virtue of their sexuality was forgotten and they became just four ladies sharing a drink and some laughs. At 9:30 Dana excused herself with a promise of dropping in again the next time she was in town.
When Dana got back to her motel room she could not contain her anticipation. She locked the door, tossed aside her purse, grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the number in the ad. The phone rang and rang and then suddenly a woman’s voice answered, “Elite Escorts.”
“Hi, may I speak to C.J., please,” asked Dana?
“Just a minute,” came the reply. Next came some funky jazz as she was put on hold. Doubt and fear started to creep over Dana but her excitement had built up too much momentum for her to stop. Minutes passed and then a raspy female voice abruptly interjected, “This is C.J.”
“Hello, I was told by a friend that you could help connect me with… Angel. Are you the one I should be talking to,” Dana asked? She hoped this is how it was done.
There was a bit of a pause and then C.J. said, “Oh, hi! It’s so good to hear from you. Hey, I’m about to go on break, can you give me your number and I’ll call you right back?”
Dana complied but was a little confused about C.J.’s response. She hung up and then sat down and waited for C.J.’s call. It came back several minutes later, “This is C.J. Sorry about that but if they found out I was doing a business on the side they’d fire me. You’re looking for Angel, right,” growled C.J.? Dana could hear what sounded like traffic in the background and knew C.J. must be out on some pay phone.
“Yes. Some friends told me she was the best and that’s just what I want,” said Dana, trying to sound as moxie as she could.
“She sure is. She sure is… But that kind of talent doesn’t come without a price,” said C.J. as she paused to take a drag on her cigarette. “I get a 20 dollar introduction fee up front and then you negotiate with Angel for what ever services you want on top of that. She doesn’t do guys, she doesn’t do S and M, and she can take care of herself so don’t try any rough stuff. If this is some kind of party or your husband wants to watch, the charge is double. If you try to short her or harm one hair on her head, some boys of mine’ll come down on you. She’s gonna check if you’re a cop and NO PICTURES, alright? ‘you got a place?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a room and I’m alone. Listen, I’m legitimate and sincere but I’m kind of pressed for time, do you think I could meet her tonight or maybe tomorrow night,” asked Dana, C.J.’s warning was very frightening however, she was feeling proud of her courage and savvy?
“Well, tonight’s probably too late, she’s already out,” replied C.J., raising her voice to talk over the noise. “I could leave her a message to call you when she checks in. You got a name, sweetie?”
“Have her call Dana at this number,” said Dana.
“Dana… I sure will. She’ll be giving you a call tonight,” said C.J. “Have a good time, sweetie.”
“Thank you. I will,” said Dana and then hung up. She was very pleased with herself. She thought that this would all work out better than she had planned.
Dana lay down on the bed and waited, listening to the radio, visualizing in her mind how all of this would play out. An hour passed. Her nervousness transformed itself into anxious anticipation. Two hours more passed. Dana slowly began to dose off and then the phone rang, startling her back into nervous apprehension. What should she do? What should she say? How should she treat this? “Hello,” she spoke into the receiver, hoping it was the right tone of voice.
“Hello,” said a cool, smooth feminine voice, “May I speak to Dana, please?”
“This is Dana,” she replied, still trying to wrestle her nervousness.
“This is Angel, a friend asked me to give you a call,” said the voice with no trace of presumption.
“I talked to C.J… She said we might… um… arrange a meeting. Uh… get together and… well, you know, a… a date, I… I guess,” Dana was clueless as to how to propose sex, over the phone to a complete stranger. The woman’s patient silence only made it worse.
“Relax, honey,” Angel’s voice mercifully cooed, “I know why you called. Everything is going to be alright. No one is going to get hurt. No one is going to do anything they don’t want to do. No one is going to get in trouble or be embarrassed. Angel’s going to take real good care of you. We’re going to make friends and then maybe have some fun, OK?”
That was just right. Angel’s words were soothing and reaffirming to Dana. This was not that bad. Just an understanding companion on the other end of a phone line. “Thank you. Yeah, let’s have some… fun,” Dana responded gratefully. “C.J. told me to ask you if you have tomorrow night free. Can I see you tomorrow night?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Tomorrow is out for me, I have a dinner date with some old friends.” said Angel with a tinge of sympathy in her voice.
Dana was crestfallen. After all her hard work and the emotional rollercoaster she really wanted this meeting to work. “This is my first time, I wanted it to be special,” she said, unable to hide her disappointment.
“Have you tried the clubs,” Angel suggested? “There’s usually a lot of action at the clubs.”
“Yeah, I tried a couple of places. I’m from out of town and I won’t be here for long. I had to work so hard to arrange… I was hoping to find somebody who… who could appreciate my… special… my condition.” This was a terrible disappointment to Dana. Getting together with Angel seemed like the perfect solution and it was all crumbling apart. She felt like crying.
“It’s OK, talk to me, honey. Let’s see if I can help. Maybe I can set you up with some one else. Maybe we can schedule another time. Condition you say,” Angel asked earnestly? “What condition? Tell me all about it. Don’t be afraid, I’ve done just about everything.”
Angel was being very considerate and compassionate, ‘She might as well know’ Dana thought. “I’m what’s called a hermaphrodite. It’s a condition where…” Dana started, as hopelessness was quickly replacing apprehension.
Angel quickly gasped out loud, ”Pseudo or True hermaphrodite!?!”
“Uh, Pseudo. But I…,” started Dana again.
“Hyperplasia or Turner syndrome,” Angel quickly injected!?.
“Hyperplasia. Ambiguous genitalia, a masculanized clitoris with hypospadias, to be exact. How did you know so much about intersexuality,” asked Dana with newfound wonder about who she was talking to and the nature of big city lesbian culture?
“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” came Angel’s awestruck reply after a respectful pause. “You’re priceless… Yes, I’ll meet you. When ever – where ever you’d like.”
Dana was bowled over. With a mere mention of her condition the highly sought-after Angel was now at her disposal and eager to meet her. “If you’re sure it’s no trouble. I don’t want to spoil your plans,” offered Dana.
“No. It’s alright. They’ll understand. We’ll need a time and a place to meet. Where are you staying,” Angel insisted?
“A motel. I’m on the west side at Highway 6 and Wadsworth Boulevard,” responded Dana, “Do you know where that is?”
“Sure, exactly. Listen, there’s a diner right at the corner, I can meet you outside in the parking lot,” Angel said, speaking very carefully, “It’ll be real easy. What I usually do is stand in the open so you can drive by and see if I’m what you want and verify that I’m alone. I’ll be in a white VW so you’ll know it’s me. What time would you like to meet?”
“That sounds fine,” said Dana, “How about 8 o’clock?”
“Perfect. Now, you stay out of those clubs and don’t go making plans with some other girl,” said Angel in a light-hearted encouraging manner, “Tomorrow night you belong to Angel.”
“Great,” exclaimed Dana, giddy with excitement! “Thank you so much for seeing me, and also for being so understanding. I hope you’ll like me.” Completely forgetting that she had come to town to please herself, Dana deferred to her new-found paramour.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m going to like you just fine,” admonished Angel, “Tomorrow night is going to be about you. Get some sleep and I’ll see you at eight.”
“OK. Good night and thanks again,” signed off Dana.
“Good night, honey,” replied Angel.
When Dana hung up the phone she leapt up to the middle of the floor and danced with happiness. This was better than she had planned. Somebody out there, a vivacious, desirable love-goddess wanted her; not in spite of what she was but because of what she was. She playfully got undressed and ready for bed; too excited to sleep, she laid awake another hour as delightful thoughts about herself whirled in her head. She eventually slept the sleep of the truly contented.
Part 2 – The Magic Night
Dana woke up late the next morning in the same mood. Her happiness continued as she got dressed and on through her brunch. There was only one thing for a girl to do when she is that happy; Dana went shopping. She leisurely browsed and came across a sleek little spaghetti-strap, black-satin dress that fit entirely too good and made her look positively delicious. She got a pair of black, patent leather sandals with four-inch heels that her mother would definitely not have approved of, and a matching purse on sale. The day was passing all so good and the approaching evening was constantly on her mind.
She went down to City Park and strolled around the flower gardens. Every time she came across an exceptionally pretty young lady she would watch her intently and wonder, ‘Could that be Angel?’ The whole day just glowed with excitement and it all seemed to revolve around her, her secret, and what awaited her at the end of the day. She sipped wine on a restaurant balcony in the late afternoon sun like a baroness on tour. She dined in a posh downtown hotel lobby listening to a baroque quartet.
When it was time to get ready for her date Dana went back to her room, put on some light, smooth music, lit an exotically scented candle and took a long bubble bath. She rose from her bath, dried, put on her face, and then powdered her body, tending to every detail expressly for the benefit of her lover. Just like everything she had done that day, it was all done to prepare her mind for this night.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to make love to another woman? Was she pushing this or was it pushing her? She looked down at her sex, the cause of her being there for this purpose. The straggly triangular patch of hair framed the slit of her mons. Through the hair her inner labia protruded, thin and brown. Above the shriveled flaps hung it, her penis, limp and small. She lifted it between her fingers and wondered how this little piece of flesh would figure into tonight’s events.
She needed to get going. She pulled apart her inner labia and stretched them wide. She folded her clitoris down between them, and then tucked one of her labia over it and then the other over both of them. Once everything was wrapped up she brushed her red curls over it and patted it all down. This was the way she had disguised her genitals for years. Short of close inspection, it could have fooled anyone; in fact it had.
She slipped on a pair of plain, black panties and pressed the material down around her mound assuring herself it was all tucked safely away. Next came her black pantyhose which she stepped into deftly and then smoothed them slowly up each leg. Pulling them up to her waist she ran her hands over the material confiding herself in her round, firm little tushie. She looked at her self again in the mirror. This is what her lover would see. ‘Nothing scary here,’ she thought. It was the reflection of a pretty, slender, young woman, lacking in most of the curvaceous padding that drove men wild but a gracefully alluring sex partner none the less. Taking the little black dress she just bought from the hanger, she pulled it on over her head and zipped it up the back. She pushed the fabric around her small but pert breasts to press and center the little rascals into place. Looking back at her reflection she checked herself out. Better looking than she had dreamed, too good to keep cooped up. She fluffed up her hair a bit and stepped into her new black heels.
This was it. Dana paused at the door, took a deep breath and she was off. The restaurant was just a half a block away so for simplicity’s sake she decided to walk. She approached the diner carefully not knowing what to expect. The image flashed through her mind of some gaudily painted bimbo in clichéd street hooker garb parading around like a neon sign. She decided to take a circuitous route around the back of the building to give herself some discretionary maneuverability.
As she emerged from the back side of the restaurant she saw Angel’s car, a white Beetle-Cabriolet. Just as she saw it she noticed the woman getting out and walking around to the back of the car. The woman had thick, long, wavy, reddish-brown hair that was parted high on one side and spilled freely over her shoulders. She was very tastefully dressed wearing a tight, black maxi that clung to her every curve and a dark, flower-print blouse that seemed tailored to fit her proud, firm bosom. She stepped gracefully atop a sleek pair of three-inch pumps. As she walked to the back of her car she pulled a shawl up around her shoulders. Dana stopped and marveled at how elegantly the woman moved as she walked away from the car and slowly turned around to look about the parking lot.
Dana walked toward her. From thirty yards away she could discern how handsome this woman was. At twenty yards even more so and she began to doubt if this woman could really be a call girl let alone a lesbian. At ten yards the woman turned to face her with her head tilted slightly to one side and a slight smile of anticipation on her lips. Dana stopped and asked, “Angel?”
Angel nodded her head, smiled broadly and said, “Dana?”
“Yes,” Dana replied, “I’m so glad to meet you.”
Angel held out her hands which Dana clasped and they extended their faces together for a welcoming peck on the cheek. “You’re so pretty,” exclaimed Angel, reaching her hand up to touch Dana’s chin, “You didn’t mention you were so pretty.” Dana blushed in quiet gratitude as the two paused and regarded each other in the dimming light.
Dana was at a loss for words. To call Angel beautiful would be a gross understatement. She was distractingly gorgeous, striking to the point of being intimidating. She was of college age but certainly no older than twenty-two. Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair was a heart-shaped face. Above her dainty chin two rich full lips blossomed surrounded by a pair of tiny dimples that danced around her mouth’s every move. Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones. Large, clear, pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed brightly under brows that arched exotically upward toward the outside of her face. She was flawless, every curve and line of her face was perfect, not a single feature detracted from any other. “You’re the pretty one,” was all she could say, “Why aren’t you in the movies?”
“Oh. Thank you, honey,” said Angel. Just then a large group started to come out of the restaurant, putting them on edge. “Let’s get out of the open,” she quietly suggested, “Where’s your car?”
“I walked,” said Dana motioning toward her motel, “I’m staying close by.”
Angel nodded to her car and said with a smile and a wink, “Quick, get in.”
Dana could scarcely conceal her enthusiasm, Angel was much better looking than she had anticipated and that alone was alleviating layer after layer of anxiety. Angel’s overwhelmingly appealing looks and warm reception gave this entire endeavor an air of acceptability. This evening was promising to be better than she had hoped. Once inside they turned in their seats and faced each other with excited smiles. All was hushed and still but the soft swish of passing cars. Again the two women froze and gauged each other’s eyes, especially Dana.
Angel had that natural charisma that all attractive people possess but in her case it was far more intense, exaggerated by her sensuality and the nature of this meeting. Dana felt ingratiated to be in her gaze, but to be in close proximity to her or to be the focus of her attention was almost intoxicating.
“So… are you ready for this,” Angel asked, dispensing of all pretense?
“Yes,… I’ve been ready for a long time,… it’s been inevitable, I guess. When you’re born like me… you go through life facing a wider variety of options, ‘ you know? I always knew I would have to… to try this or something like this some time. To try something like… what I think we’re going to do. I’ve only had husband-and-family type ambitions, really, but…,” stumbled Dana, she was nervous and it was all coming out in twisted pieces, she felt she needed to explain herself, to justify her reason for this encounter, to bare herself. It was a rare occurrence in her life when she could freely discuss her sexual nature, she wanted it clear and complete. Maybe it was Angel’s alluring demeanor or just the business nature of this one night stand but she felt she could open up to her. Angel seemed sympathetic to her struggle, patting her knee and looking into her eyes imploringly. “I’m a girl.” Dana continued with more control, “I was raised as a girl. I’ve always liked boys but… my anatomy… portends… um… suggests alternate… possibilities that have always made me… wonder. Just to try it once. I don’t know…with another… That doesn’t make me weird, does it?”
“Honey, of course not,” chided Angel, she affectionately brushed Dana’s cheek. “I run into all kinds of ladies with the same curiosity, especially college aged ones. It’s harmless, in fact it’s almost natural. Do you have somebody… a regular guy?”
Dana was thrilled by Angel’s touch; she was so straight forward and uninhibited in her expression. “Not right now,” replied Dana, dropping her eyes in reticence. “There was a guy… in college. But he had a hard time… you know, dealing with it.”
“We’ll take care of that,” said Angel. She picked up Dana’s hand, brought it slowly to her face, and kissed it on the palm then held it on her lap. “I’m going to be real good to you.”
The sensuous gesture made Dana’s head spin. “How… how about you, Angel,” asked Dana awkwardly? She sought a heartfelt exchange to match her own. “Why girls instead of guys? How did you get… in the business?”
Her friend chuckled, “Violett. My real name is Violett. Angel is a name C.J. gave me back when we were tight.” She looked down at her lap in self-conscious fashion, petting Dana’s hand, “I’ve always favored girls. I guess men seem too transparent to me. Women… trade their affections at so many different levels, making love with them is so rewarding. To me, women… are like… beautifully wrapped packages of pretty ribbons and bows… and inside are intricately unique prizes to release and interact with. I guess I’ve become a kind of sex fiend, every new lover is a carnival, every old lover is a cherished piece of me. Um,… the business? Well,… I used to hang around the night clubs to meet other girls but I got so tired of the mob scenes. It gets real crazy in there, some women even get into fights over you.” That brought a smile to Dana, she knew all about that. “C.J. used to be my steady. She works for an escort service so I go through her just to maintain some order. My favorite friends can always reach me but I find new ones through C.J.. And so,… there I was,… waiting for you.”
That all made sense to Dana, she felt like she was dealing with a person now and not just a service provider. “Have you had a lot of lovers,” she asked, she was becoming fascinated with this young lady?
“Quite a few. It sounds odd but I treasure them all,” said Violett. “I try to do right by them, I try to please them to the best of my ability because they give me so much joy in return. I’ll settle on just one someday. But not until I’m satisfied that I won’t be missing out on something.”
Her appeal was tugging heavily on Dana, she felt anxious to find out exactly what kind of offerings lay behind such bold claims. “I’m anxious to be your next,” she said earnestly.
“There’s no need to rush. We can stay here and get to know each other,” offered Violett, obviously in much better control of herself.
“We can get to know each other in my room, too,” pressed Dana.
Violett smiled at her wickedly and started the car. Dana directed her to her motel and a close place to park. Getting out of the car Dana led Violett across the lot and to her room. She was so excited and nervous that someone would see them. She made a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. It all felt so cloak-and-dagger, so illicitly sinister and yet so delightfully exciting. She pulled out her room key and plied it to the door knob. Her hands were shaking so bad she could not find the key hole.
“’ you need some help, honey,” Violett softly asked over her shoulder?
Dana was so excited she began to giggle. “I… I think I’ve got it.” The key sank home, she twisted the knob and the room sucked them both in. Dana quickly closed the door and locked it, switched on the light and turned to her guest. She watched Violett, surveying the room, in the soft amber light. She studied Violett’s every line and curve. She watched the shadows play over her form as she turned in the light and all the time confiding herself that this beautiful creature was hers and had come to please her and serve her desire.
After panning the room Violett faced her, smiled seductively and let her shawl and bag fall to the floor. She placed her hands on the front of her thighs and pulled them slowly upward to rest on her hips as she posed herself. There was no doubt, this stunningly beautiful woman was born to please and she yearned for her audience’s lustful stare. The two just stood there and drank in each other.
Suddenly the phone rang catching Dana completely off guard. No one knew she was there, who could possibly be calling her?
“That’ll be C.J.,” Violett calmly spoke, almost as if expecting the interruption. “She has to check on me every half hour to make sure I’m alright.”
‘Angel’ was a valuable asset and, of course, had to be protected. Dana shrugged and gestured toward the phone.
Picking it up Violett spoke into the receiver, “Apricot 3, 2, 1,” obviously some agreed-upon code to let C.J. know she was not under duress. “Yeah… Well, we just got here… Look, I’d like to skip the check-ins tonight. We want to be left alone… I’ll take responsibility…” Then she turned to Dana, looked her up and down and smiled, “Absolutely adorable… Later,” and hung up the phone.
She felt flattered by the remark but it was not lost on Dana for what they were in that dank, strange room. It was time to arrange things and then take possession. “We need to discuss your fee,” she said, trying hard not to let her nervousness show. She would hate to admit it but she was beginning to like the authoritative control that the roll of consumer gave her over this encounter. She was sure now; she was definitely going to enjoy this.
“’ you mean C.J.? Don’t worry about C.J… I’ll take care of C.J.,” said Violett as she walked over to the bathroom, opened it and peeked inside.
“But what about your fee,” asked Dana? She was a bit perplexed as Violett brushed pass her, lightly stroked her cheek and then ducked her head inside the closet and looked around. ‘What is she looking for? Does she think I’m a cop or something?’ Dana wondered.
“That’s mostly for the bull-dykes. They’re revolting,” Violett replied with a smile. Standing right in front of her she slowly reached behind Dana and slid the chain over the bracket on the door. She remained there, leaning against the door, not a foot away from Dana, crowding her, beaming with self-assurance.
Again Dana sensed that overpowering charisma that she had experienced in the car. She felt control slipping back over to the seductress. She struggled with the notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to Violett’s charm. “H-how do we start this,” Dana asked?
Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice. “The gentry… usually start with me giving them a bubble bath; they expect to be pampered.” Her fingers touched the back of Dana’s hand and slowly glided up her arm, “The working girls… want me to give them a body massage first; they like to be adored.” Her eyes followed her fingers as they moved over Dana’s shoulder and then lightly danced around the nape of her neck, “The matronly types… prefer to give me a bath; they need to nurture and redeem me.” Violett combed her fingers through the red curls of Dana’s hair. “The diesel-dykes… they want a strip tease. Gusto-lust, I guess,” she added in a comically flat tone. The back of her hand and fingers gently traced the features of Dana’s face, “Most of the curious first-timers… like show and tell. They need assurance, guidance,… cautious exploration,… a patient companion that won’t rush ahead of them.” Violett drew herself closer, using the back of her free hand she caressed Dana’s tummy and then up between her breasts.
Dana felt like she was falling under some spell. “Which do you prefer,” she asked as an offering to her partner’s delight?
“I like romance,” said Violett. Her fingers slowly encircled the back of Dana’s neck. She pulled closer, lightly touching her cheek to Dana’s. Whispering in her ear, “I like the spontaneous reactions of an entwined embrace.” Violett’s other hand cupped behind Dana’s elbow and Dana reciprocated. “I like the singular consciousness that erupts from passion,” she continued, “I let my actions get carried by the moment.” Those words touched her so deeply.
Dana felt their breasts press against each other and then the flatness of their stomachs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath was coming in tattered rasps. Violett turned her head and gently touched her lips to Dana’s cheek and then drug them slowly toward Dana’s lips. A kiss was coming and Dana could hardly wait, she closed her eyes and turned her head to accept it Dana pursed her lips for the kiss and she felt the light touch of Violett’s lips brushing over hers. They traced the outline of Dana’s mouth, caressing, teasing until Dana was trembling in anticipation of that kiss. And then it came, Violett pressed her lips full to Dana’s and they both moaned softly in relief. Dana dropped her purse, their arms locked around each other’s backs, and they pulled themselves together tightly, bringing their hips and thighs into the embrace.
Violett’s kiss was soft and tender. Her tongue slowly entered Dana’s mouth, not the darting rush and ravage of the lust-starved, but a calm push to wrap around Dana’s in its own embrace. Violett did not paw at her; one arm firmly encircled her upper back while the other hand gently pressed the back of her head. Her kiss was nourishment to the soul, loving and sublime, offered like a mother suckling her child. Dana did not cling so much as hung in Violett’s arms, the room was spinning, the world outside vanished, and she completely lost all track of time. As stunning as it was for her, she was kissing another woman – deeply – and she was losing herself in it.
She could have gladly dangled there like that all night but Violett slowly withdrew and then broke the kiss. Almost in slow motion Dana felt Violett’s lips kissing their way under her chin, along her jaw line and then down her neck. The chain of kisses trailed across Dana’s chest and she stood on her toes to aid the trek. She wanted more; she had to offer her breasts. Reaching behind her back, Dana feverishly unhooked and unzipped her dress then pulled the straps off of her shoulders. The material peeled away and cool air closed upon her exposed skin. Violett’s kisses followed as Dana’s head fell back in rapt abandonment.
Pulling Dana with her, Violett stepped backward to the bed and sat down on its edge. With her dress collapsed around her waist, Dana stood before her lover, presenting her breasts for Violett’s attention. Hesitating not to force nor hinder, Dana rested her hands on Violett’s shoulders as she ever so tenderly kissed one nipple then the other. She then gently sucked one into her mouth, rolling it between her lips while slowly gliding her tongue back and forth over the tip. Dana had never had such adoring attention paid to her breasts. She enwrapped Violett’s head with one arm and stroked her luxurious hair with her other hand.
Dana was experiencing her arousal deeply. She had been getting that squishy feeling while they kissed, her sex was responding naturally to the strong prompt of passion’s calling. Her penis was growing, stiffening and pressing against its restraints. She felt a strong urge to free it and to press her sensitive organ against something for relief. Violett’s hands dropped slowly to Dana’s hips which were now rolling slowly forward and back. Reaching behind Dana, Violett groped for the dress’s zipper. Deftly unzipping it further, her fingers pulled the smooth fabric over Dana’s firm rump and then let the dress go to crumple at Dana’s feet. With her hands still cupped over Dana’s butt, Violett released Dana’s nipple and stood up kissing Dana’s throat all the way until coming again to Dana’s mouth. Then, more of that sweet kiss.
Dana wanted her new lover to join her nude freedom and started to feverishly unbutton her blouse. Pulling it from out of the skirt, she opened the blouse wide and pushed it over Violett’s shoulders. Violett was completely cooperative and let the garment fall off her arms. Next came her bra. Dana expertly unhooked the black, lacy brassier, slipped the straps over Violett’s shoulders and then pulled the cups away. Dana drew Violett toward herself and felt the firm mounds with their hard tips press against her own. When Violett’s naked flesh came into contact with Dana’s she moaned and hugged Dana tight. They lost themselves again in their kiss and they each pressed as much of their flesh together as they could. Their hands and arms explored each other’s backs in long undulating caresses.
It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt. She unhooked the waist clasp and pushed down the zipper. Dana did the rest by sliding it past Violett’s round butt. Expecting panties beneath, she instead found the silky smooth fabric of a slip. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband and pushed it down to drop in the heap of clothes around their feet. As she dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness. She realized it was one of those old-fashioned garter-belts. Equipment she knew nothing about so she disregarded it.
Dana absolutely loved the embrace but she was struggling with deep urges to bring her sex into this encounter. More importantly, her swelling member was yearning to be freed and causing her some deal of discomfort. Violett must have sensed her frustration, she gently dug her fingers under the waistband of Dana’s pantyhose and panties and eased them down past Dana’s hips. The instant the restraining fabric was pushed away, Dana’s erection flew free from the clasp of the enveloping labia and sprang outward, bouncing between Violett’s thighs to rest firmly against the crotch of Violett’s panties. Relief at last.
Violett gasped at the surprise introduction and became immediately intrigued by the new participant. She moved a hand in between them and pulled back slightly. As she did, Dana’s erect member popped up toward Dana’s tummy to be caught in Violett’s fingers. Violett tenderly wrapped her fingers around it and gently gauged it. Dana was spellbound that someone would finally show her secret appendage the attention it craved.
Violett wanted a closer look. Breaking their kiss, she turned them both completely around to put Dana in the light and then sank down to the floor on her knees. Unable to take her eyes off Dana’s erection, she quickly peeled down the pantyhose and helped Dana step out of them and her shoes. The look on Violett’s face was one of joyous wonder. She reached toward Dana’s genitals but then abruptly stopped and looked up to Dana as if saying, ‘May I?’ Dana stroked Violett’s head and smiled down at her. Violett’s touch was soft and slow. Her one hand delicately clasped the finger sized organ while her other hand gently spread and probed the swollen flaps of labia apart.
“Ohhhhhh…” breathed Violett. “Oh, honey… it’s so beautiful.” She looked up into Dana’s eyes, “So very beautiful.”
Dana was so pleased with the praise. And then came something beyond her imagination. Violett tenderly hugged the enormous, swollen clitoris to her cheek. The touch was so soft and smooth. Violett turned her head and kissed it, and again, and again. Dana nearly fainted; those soft, supple lips were like no stimulation she could have ever created and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her nerves were loaded to capacity and she started trembling and twitching in the calamity. Her amazement was surpassed as Violett’s tongue dragged its way up and down Dana’s secret treasure, treating her to gratification like she had never dreamed possible. It wasn’t too long before one very long lick circled around the tip, then the lips spread over the head and Violett’s mouth slowly engulfed it, all the way to its base. Dana was overwhelmed. The warm, wet embrace and deft tongue caress were absolute heaven. Her knees buckled and she sank down. Her butt just barely caught the edge of the bed as her arms reached back blindly for support.
Violett followed her, braced her to help her fall, and shielded her teeth to prevent Dana from harm but kept her mouth on her quarry. She wound an arm under Dana’s thigh, around her hip, and place a palm gently over Dana’s tummy in both an embrace and a caress. Her other hand again parted Dana’s ample lips and slowly slithered a middle finger into Dana’s vagina. Violett’s head picked up speed as she raised and lowered her mouth on Dana’s erection, her tongue whipped back and forth on the underside with every pass. She intermittently pushed back the foreskin and swirled her tongue around the very sensitive tip. Her lips formed a firm, tight ring and she sucked hard, heightening all of the wonderful new sensations assailing Dana’s underappreciated appendage. Meanwhile, her finger explored Dana’s depths and then her palm turned upward as her finger curled to press upward on an ever so delightful place.
Dana was helpless against the surmounting pleasure. It was coming, no way to stop it. A huge orgasm approached; not the vagina kind, the clitoris kind. Her knees flew wide apart, her toes curled, her back arched. Dana knew what would come with it and she wanted to warn her lover. “I’m going to… “ She reached a hand to Violett’s forehead to get her attention. Violett only intensified her actions, making them each more deliberate. “I’m… cuh…cuh “ Oh the delight, such tremendous delight. She gasped and let go.
The tension building up in Dana all week exploded into a nerve shaking flash of pleasure. Dana fell back on the bed while her hips strained upward. Her first spurt gushed from her urethra and hit Violett in the chin. Violett paused only briefly in surprise but kept on pumping gently on Dana’s rigid flesh. Dana let out a soft groan as the second spurt shot out over Violett’s upturned palm. Dana jerked and twitched sporadically on the bed as the remainder of her ejaculation dribbled out and ran down her cleft mons. Her hips pumped slowly as she enjoyed an orgasm in ways she never had before. Violett stayed with her, slowing down the bobbing of her head and stilling her tongue, soothingly. She continued until Dana stopped shaking and her breathing normalized and then became still, just holding the overwrought organ with her tongue.
Dana’s hands lifted slowly to Violett’s head and then tenderly stroked her hair. With the most tranquil of expressions on her face, she drifted in her post climatic bliss. Her mind was lost in the wonder of Violett’s selfless gift.
Once Dana became still and quiet, Violett pulled out her finger, released her clit, and began to lick the length of Dana’s parted labia. She tenderly tongue-bathed the whole area, not stopping until Dana weakly raised herself upright. Violett looked up at Dana with an expression of conciliatory inquisition. When Dana smiled, Violett quickly wiped off her chin and her palm on the bedspread and threw her arms around her. Dana hugged her to her chest, kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you… thank you so very much. Never have I… Ohhhh, never.” Mere words were not enough.
The two women remained motionless as happy thoughts of completeness swam in Dana’s mind. Meanwhile, Dana’s undaunted erection nestled between the soft pillows of Violett’s breasts. This party was far from over and Dana’s imagination was ripe with plenty more trysts to engage in. She pulled back from Violett, taking her softly by her cheeks and said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” Violett’s face lit up and she rose to her feet. Dana scooted to the center of the bed, tucking her legs underneath herself and sat up, waiting in eager anticipation.
Dana watched Violett seductively tuck her fingers under her panties and slowly push them down her legs. She stepped out of them and her shoes and then raised a foot up onto the bed in front of her. Dana noticed Violett’s pubic patch was trimmed neatly to an even, uniform length and surmised it to be the preference among the oral sex crowd. Her bikini line was bare and well defined, the upper vertices pointed sharply to her hips and the line between them rose to a peak in the center. Violett unfastened the clasps to her stocking and then glided it down her leg with her finger tips and pulled it off her foot. Next came the other leg in the same slow, seductive manner with Violett intently watching Dana’s eyes. Lastly, she loosened the hooks at the back of her belt and let it fall to the floor and stood before Dana completely nude. Dana marveled at what artists might call an ideal, perfect model of the female form, wildly feminine curves in the peak of youthful firmness. She lightly touched her erection and drank in her imminent conquest.
Violett knelt onto the bed and then walked on her knees toward Dana, her nipples danced upon her swaying breasts. Dana rose to meet her and they shared another tight embrace and deep kiss. As she pressed herself into the kiss, Dana noticed something subtly different. She could taste the remnants of her own ejaculate wrought by Violett but there was more. The kiss now carried the influence of Violett’s proven commitment to gratify her sexually.
Dana pushed her hips tight against Violett’s. Their pubic hair entangled and she felt her penis press into soft flesh. She tightened her embrace, new urges stirred deep within her. She wanted to force this woman down onto her bed, spread herself over her body and drive her groin into those moist, intimate charms. She wanted to take this woman, dominate this woman, subjugate this woman and use this woman for her pleasure. She wanted to violate her femininity, enter her body and drive her to rapture with her intrusive, uncompromising, rigid organ. Violett must have felt her urgency; she crumpled under Dana and lowered herself to the mattress. Dana followed her down until she was crouched over Violett’s prone form, still kissing her passionately.
Dana lifted herself over Violett’s body and as if on cue, Violett pulled herself up to rest her head on the pillow and spread her legs around Dana. Dana knelt before Violett’s hips and Violett pulled her legs up high and opened them wide while lifting her pelvis. She looked to Dana like an opening blossom, a woman’s invitation to be mounted and seeded. It was time to do just that. Supporting herself on one hand she pressed her penis down toward Violett’s crotch. Violett held open her labia with two fingers and pulled Dana toward her with her other hand. The scent of woman’s arousal was heavy around her as Dana found her mark and pressed into the parted flesh.
As Dana gained entry she marveled at how soft and slick the clinging flesh felt about her. She sank in all the way, until their mounds were mashed flat against each other and their labia were entangled in a deep wet kiss of their own. Dana grasped Violett’s waist and held tight, savoring this long awaited sensation. She threw back her head, closed her eyes and let out a long moan. Oh, such a sweet mixture of victory and passion. She had a woman beneath her, to take her lance, to administer her pleasure, to be… FUCKED. Ooo, that ugly word, Dana now took possession of it. She opened her eyes and gazed down upon her prize.
Violett was caught in her own tumult. Her eyes were wide with fire-like excitement and anticipation; her breath came in quick bursts. She wound her legs around Dana’s back and crossed her ankles. Her hands slid up Dana’s body slowly and cupped behind her shoulders. She craved what Dana was about to give her and would cling like a vine to get it.
Dana wanted to stir within Violett, churn her womb and feel those intimate recesses work their magic on her tender organ. She braced herself, hands at Violett’s sides, and her knees in a broad stance around Violett’s butt. She stabbed herself into her lover, in a spastic, clumsy, and selfishly brutal manner, she didn’t care, she wanted to taste the full range of pleasure a woman could give her. Her thrusts developed a rhythm and pounded with an intent fury, to capture this woman, break her and enslave her under a conquering weapon. Violett moaned sharply, matching the rhythm and fury at which she was being ravaged. Dana’s tempo increased until one stroke nearly disgorged her from her partner. She sank back home and stopped, pressed it in deeply and felt the softness close in around her.
Suddenly, her fury was dispelled. All of her pent up frustration and urge for conquest were appeased. She looked down into the face of her benevolent and accommodating partner. She saw those beautiful eyes and a compassionate gaze of a friend who would gladly give her anything she wanted, any way she wanted it. The eyes of another woman, like herself, who was well versed in the subjugation of her body and her own needs to the service of another. She came to see a companion, not a trophy. Sex was not a score to inflict but rather an offering to share.
Dana lowered herself onto Violett, never breaking her gaze with those beautiful eyes until their lips met again. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s back and tenderly embraced her head. She stretched out her legs and dropped her hips into the inviting cradle of Violett’s open pelvis. Violett gently encircled Dana’s back in her arms and the two held each other tightly and very still, subtly enjoying their kiss, their embrace, and their conjoined genitals. In silence they renegotiated their bond.
Dana reached into her past to recall a summer evening in college when her beau made sweet, tender love to her and so deeply touched her mood. She wanted to recreate that sensation and give it to her new lover. She ever so slowly began to move her hips, thrusting in upward and then back in a circular grind like her old love used to do. She tried to give Violett the sensation of her entire length moving within and then treat her clitoris to an even, gliding pressure.
Violett moved with her, pulling her hips back as Dana withdrew and then forward to meet Dana’s pelvic bone for that tender kiss against her mons. They danced their synchronized duet slowly and making only small motions at first, learning the mechanics of their coitus. Violett let out a long whimper with each breath. As Dana picked up her pace and lengthened her stroke the moans rose in encouragement. Dana’s hips were now thrusting in that familiar cadence of mating, nature providing excellently a means by which to employ herself with her partner. It was in every aspect true sexual intercourse as the bed betrayed their antics with accompanying creaks and thumps.
Dana began to enjoy the responses she was invoking in her love-mate and started to alternate her moves to orchestrate Violett’s moans. Those moans were rising quickly as Dana engaged the full cycle of motion. Violett was climbing quickly to an orgasm, her voice rose to a crescendo and then she tensed and clamped hard around Dana’s body. Dana froze to let her lover focus on her release. When she felt Violett relax, she continued with her steady revolution.
Dana was truly enjoying herself; the kind of pleasure known only to men, with a woman no man could have. That thought stuck in Dana’s mind, the nature of their contact and that she was engaging another woman in an act of intimacy that was probably unique in all the world. The snug feeling of Violett’s walls clinging and tugging on her tender skin as she glided in and out were pulling her to another climax of her own but she was rapidly discovering how to control her pleasure by altering her movement. She could easily drive herself over the edge but she was enjoying her lover’s body so much she just teased herself to the brink and then stayed it off by shortening her stroke.
Violett, on the other hand, was enjoying constant bliss. No sooner had she recovered from her first climax than another began to mount. Her moans droned on into a continuous chorus that rose to a frantic plea as her orgasm took her and then trailed off into a feeble whimper. She had lapsed into a semi-conscious stupor where she teetered and floated at the mercy of her lover’s slightest touch or least little movement. Dana kept supplying her with that pleasure, enjoying her command and the effects she elicited almost as much as what she herself felt. Maybe it was just a way Violett had of surrendering herself to the act but Dana was experiencing a sense of power that a woman like Violett, so highly prized and in such command of presence, could be rendered so helpless and utterly consumed at Dana’s whim and wile.
Their love-making played on through an indeterminate matter of time and a trackless number of Violett’s climaxes. As a fresh one approached, Dana broke their kiss and lifted her head to watch the changes in her partner’s face. Her face was of angelic tranquility with swollen lips from their long kiss. As her crisis came, her brow furrowed slightly and she threw back her head. She uttered a long, deep groan and pumped her hips against Dana while in her throes. After it passed she lifted her head and began kissing Dana’s shoulder. She pressed her advance downward toward Dana’s breast. Dana lifted herself and pulled Violett’s head toward her chest. Finding the hard nub of nipple, Violett suckled and Dana became confronted with pleasure she could no longer stave off.
As an orgasm quickly came upon her it seized control of her body and she flew into a torrent of motion that seemed automatic. Her hips bucked against her mate in a force and rhythm she was unable to stop. She abandoned herself to it and let the climax create itself. Violett’s moans rose as she rode along with Dana’s frenzy and her impending orgasm. At the peak of her passion, Dana felt the compulsion to press her over-stimulated penis as deeply into her lover’s nurturing pussy as she could and enjoy her effect to the utmost. She pushed herself firmly against Violett’s hips and froze. Her orgasm came hard, she grunted as every muscle in her body strained and clenched against her pleasure. And oh, such pleasure. Every nerve of her system seemed to laugh with joy. Mashed against Violett’s plush vulva her urethra erupted and spat forth her ejaculation. Spurt after spurt the thick fluid flowed between the great swollen curtains of her labia and poured over her lover’s open sex, between her parted lips, and dribbled down slowly toward her crotch.
Violett squealed and clung to Dana tightly, her hips ground in tiny circles as she joined Dana in sublime, absolute bliss. Both of them uttered their last murmurs of satisfaction, their bodies locked in a tense knot, struggling with the remnants of their exploded lust. Slowly their grip on each other relaxed and they fell into a happy repose. Their climaxes as well as their intercourse evolved from a physical into an emotional experience. Violett released Dana’s breast and dropped her head back onto the bed. She lowered her hips and let her legs slide down Dana’s to wrap around the backs of her thighs. Simultaneously, Dana nestled her head on her lover’s shoulder and settled her body atop Violett’s. Neither said a word, they just languidly caressed each other and drifted dreamily amidst the pleasant thoughts and feelings their actions had just rendered.
Dana was experiencing an epiphany. Her mind, of course, was filled with wondrous thoughts of the physical sensations her body had just experienced along with warm feelings for her partner and the unselfish way she had delivered those sensations. New perspectives were unfolding before her, about her life, her sexuality, her identity, and her emotional capacity. New possibilities were presenting themselves. Could she become a lesbian? Is this the destiny that she was born to fulfill? Was there a place for her in this new world? She thought more about the woman lying beneath her. Violett was gently petting her from her shoulders to her butt, from her arms to her hips, softly kissing her forehead. There was no revulsion, inhibition or even hesitation in Violett’s service to her. She had done and let Dana do what Dana believed no other person ever would. As unnatural as it seemed, it was a freer and more satisfying exchange than Dana had ever known with any man – in or out of bed.
Dana rose up on her elbows and looked down on Violett’s face. So lovely and so loving. Neither said anything but volumes of understanding passed between them. Dana’s erection was still lodged in Violett but their connection felt much deeper than that to Dana. She thought briefly about engaging in another rut. No, this time was too precious to go chasing after more orgasms.
The rush of lust was fading and Dana noticed a chill in the room. She felt Violett shiver and Dana suggested, “Let’s get warm.”
Dane rose up off of Violett, her penis disengaged with a slight squishy sound and pointed at her partner as Dana sat back on her haunches. Violett sat up and moved very sluggishly, weak and weary from her ordeal. Together they pulled back the covers and slid beneath. They pulled each other close, lying on their sides. Dana hooked her leg over Violett’s thigh to warm her up. She raised herself on her elbow and studied her companion.
A clinging pearl-white bead of her emission on Violett’s vulva caught Dana’s attention. She touched it with her finger and lightly smeared it into the matted hair contemplatively. She would never have dreamed of touching another woman’s sex but now it seemed only fitting. Violett’s finger crept down and joined Dana’s in idly working the moisture around. She found a larger glob that still clung to her labia. With her finger she dragged the glob between her labia and pushed it into her vagina. Dana’s finger followed. Together, both women’s fingers stirred the wet recesses.
Dana watched her lover’s face. Surely, Violett knew it wasn’t sperm but rather an inert byproduct of Dana’s arousal. She thought of her past and of leaving her emission on her lovers, their reactions and her self-condemnation. This situation was so different. Without any fanfare, Violett showed that she was not in the least bit repulsed by the nature of Dana’s sexuality but rather fully aware of its form and function, she openly welcomed Dana’s body and its physical effect. Dana appreciated the gesture as a right of acceptance and kissed Violett’s forehead in gratitude.
Violett took the same finger from her vagina and reached to Dana’s gaping labia and gently traced the open slit. She pushed open the broad flaps of flesh and delicately caressed their surface, admiring the shape and texture. The finger delved lower and deeper until plunging into Dana’s crevice. They drew each other closer and enjoyed their new found intimacies and tender connection for quite some time.
“We mixed well,” she said, breaking the idle reticence. “That was so erotic.”
“My body within yours,” responded Dana. She gently probed and explored Violett’s soft folds. This intimacy was so precious. She thought this the perfect way to wind down from sex.
“You inside of me.” Violett closed her eyes and sighed. Her fingers still lightly engaged Dana’s sex, petting her labia with finger tips and stroking her wilted penis like a dear friend.
“’ you tired?” asked Dana. Violett nodded. “You really spent yourself,” she added. “I lost count of how many times you went off.” She didn’t mean to fish for compliments but she was hungry for some kind of feedback and reluctant to let this delightful mood fade away.
Violett giggled, “I cum real easy, …but never quite like that.” She wrapped her arm around Dana and hugged her tight. “You were fantastic. That was the most wonderful experience I ever had.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” teased Dana. The compliment was making her glow with pride. She hoped it was true.
With a smile and raised eyebrows Violett replied, “No I don’t… ‘ don’t need to.” She was speaking slower and slower.
“What did I do that was so special,” Dana inquired?
“You… were inside me,” she replied with a yawn. “You gave me a kind of closeness no one ever has.” Her fingers were moving slower, almost becoming still.
“Haven’t you ever had a man,” Dana continued?
“Sorta,” said Violett. “W’n I was fifteen.”
“Teenage crush,” asked Dana in a light-hearted tone, kissing her temple?
“Gang… rape,” came the weak reply.
Dana’s breath caught in her throat. With eyes wide she looked at Violett in stunned amazement. The simple confession revealed tragedy and strength in measures beyond her imagination. Such savage cruelty and the lonely isolation it must have created. She pondered it deeply, about what Violett must have gone through and how it might have landed the girl here. She compared it to her own tragedies and how they had shaped her own destiny. She thought about the vastness of the world and how two wounded hearts could find and mend each other. She contemplated what she might give to her new friend. She pulled Violett tight against her neck and kissed her head
Violett’s hand fell limply from its lodging. Dana withdrew her own finger and gave her lover one last pet. It was time for sleep. Dana slid out of bed and turned off the light. Scooting back in next to Violett she slid her arm underneath the sleeping woman’s head and cradled her against her shoulder.
“Nnnnnm… D’na…? Honey,” said Violett groggily? “Please…? Be here… when I wake up.”
It occurred to Dana that many of Violett’s lovers left her before dawn or dismissed her from their beds to go home alone. Dana kissed her forehead and hugged her close, “Sure I will.” ‘Poor, damaged Violett,’ she thought. She mused on the soft supple flesh that clung to her in the dark like no one ever had. There was a new warm glow within her. She felt protective, she felt strong, and she felt vital. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.
Part 3 – The Morning After
Dana had a wonderful dream. She floated to her hometown on a soft cloud of purple flowers. Her mother welcomed her home, brimming with pride. When she arrived on her old familiar streets, the entire town was there to greet her like an avenging hero. They had a parade for her, she was treated like royalty and her beauty was roundly praised. There were humble apologies from everyone. At the end of the parade, a banquet was held in her honor. It was hosted by a beautiful, auburn-haired young woman of great renown and distinction. Dana could not see her face but she knew who the young woman was.
She did not know what time it was, an increase in the drone of traffic and a trace of light glowing around the edge of the curtain told Dana it was early morning. She felt two soft, fleshy pillows lightly dragging over her skin and then a pair of lips kissing her arm, her shoulder and her neck. She smiled and opened her eyes to see a tussled halo of hair and two puffy eyes beaming down upon her. “Good morning,” said Violett, kissing her tenderly.
“Good morning,” answered Dana when their lips parted. “Who’s been sleeping in my bed?” A thrill like a summer breeze blew through her as the fond memory of who shared her bed refreshed itself in her mind. She rolled onto her back and stretched. She felt so invigorated and happy.
“Do you like sex in the morning,” asked last night’s angel?
“I don’t know,” replied Dana bemusedly. “I suppose it’s never too late to learn.” It would have been impossible to say no to those lips. Those lips were kissing her neck and shoulder again, working their way toward Dana’s tender breasts. She smiled to herself, this woman had a way of really making her feel wanted, and that was so nice to wake up to. She felt the tuft of Violett’s pubic area against her thigh. Violett was rubbing herself against her, priming herself for the approaching act. Dana could feel the moistness of her lover’s anticipation smearing on her leg. She swept her fingers through her own labia and found a matching ambition. Her erection was stirring awake too, anxious for another taste of sweet Violett. The rest of Dana’s body was not quite as alert. She cradled her bedmate in her arms and passively let herself be made love to.
Violett found her nipple and attached herself to it. Meanwhile, she had straddled Dana’s thigh and was grinding herself with blind determination. Dana lifted her knee to give her lover a better objective. She heard soft, steady moans from her partner, rising in pitch to meet that pinnacle of delight. Violett tensed and squealed through her body’s commotion. Dana stroked her and kissed her head after it had passed its course. Violett recovered and continued. Their lovemaking continued for over a half an hour, Violett exercised herself from one peak to the next while alternating attention on Dana’s nipples; Dana enjoying her own rub in a slow push against Violett’s hip.
Dana was so contented to let her body be used for her lover’s pleasure. She could have gladly spent the entire morning watching her pet enjoy herself so shamelessly and affectionately. After a particularly intense climax had wrought her, Violett rose up from Dana’s body. She lay across Dana, to the side and lowered her head to Dana’ lap. Dana felt kisses about her navel, hips and thighs. She smiled as she felt an assault mounted teasingly toward her sex.
Violett kissed her way to Dana’s vulva and then parted the lips with her tongue, delving through the puffy lips she went the length and then worked back and forth to tantalize the sensitive folds with her raspy lick. When she had driven Dana to deep sighs, she finally turned her attention to the now achingly stiff erection which rose from the top of the narrow slit in a gentle arc toward Dana’s belly. She drug her tongue over it in the same fashion, pushing Dana’s anticipation to the extreme before her lips passed over the tip and engulfed the member into her mouth’s silky embrace.
Dana moaned loudly. She was quickly brought to the precipice of ultimate pleasure just like she was brought the night before. Violett’s mouth was working a mastery on her precious little organ she found hard to believe. That mouth was sliding up and down as the tongue swirled and flittered all about its length and tip. Soft lips gripped the long, tender clitoris and her gentle suction drew the supple flesh snugly against her licking caress. Just as quick as that, Dana felt her climax approaching. Violett’s thumb entered her and pressed upon the roof of her vagina, Dana plunged over the edge. She grunted, thrust up her hips, and her urethra spat out her ejaculation against Violett’s pressed palm. Her body, still weak from her night’s sleep, twitched and shook. Violett sucked hard on her until her crisis had fully passed and then released her and began kissing her length. That was Dana’s first early morning tryst and as the soothing afterglow spread through her she pondered making it a regular habit in her life.
Violett rose and smiled wickedly. She positioned herself on her knees straddling Dana’s hips. Dana knew what they were about to engage in and placed her hands on Violett’s waist. Violett lifted Dana’s still-erect flesh and positioned it at her sex’s open gate. She lowered herself on Dana, sank down to sit in Dana’s pelvis, and then gyrated to fully set their congress. Dana spread her knees to afford unobstructed access. They took each other by the hands and laced their fingers. For a long time they just smiled at each other.
Violett began to move, astounding Dana with a motion that would make a belly dancer proud. She moved only her hips and alternated between a rocking and a circular action. The way she moved was causing Dana’s penis to be swirled around in soft, silky-smooth depths almost as stimulating as her mouth. Violett’s eyes closed and she threw back her head. She arched her back and pressed her pubic bone against Dana’s, her dance intensified and she moaned her pleasure.
Dana lifted her head to watch their patches grind against each other. She admired the contrast between her red curls and her lover’s dark comb. She noticed Violett’s breasts hanging in front of her, swaying enticingly. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s back and pulled herself into the soft flesh. She found a nipple with her mouth, sucking and tickling it with her tongue like had been done to hers. The effect on Violett was immediate. Her groans became louder, her breathing quickened and her hips twisted and ground with a fierce urgency. She was rising to some pinnacle higher than anything she had displayed the night before. Suddenly, Dana felt every muscle in Violett’s body tense and harden under her soft skin. “Oh, puss!” she exclaimed out loud and just froze, “Uhhhhhg!” Her voice fell off into a kind of wailing lament. She remained straining above Dana for almost a minute before grunting and then collapsing atop her like a wet towel. Dana caught her and followed her down.
Dana wondered if her partner was alright. She reached for Violett’s hand lying by her face and clasped it. She was relieved when the hand responded, laced her fingers and held tight. Dana soothed and stroked her beautiful friend and contemplated the simple symbolism of two lover’s clasped hands. The minutes passed as the two reflected on their union.
Dana needed to pee. She carefully rolled Violett onto her back. She brushed the hair from Violett’s face and then kissed her on each of her eyelids. Violett smiled and said hoarsely, “’ couple more like that and I’ll be in a coma.”
Dana kissed her again and said, “You rest, I gotta go tinkle.”
“Don’t lose your way back,” she replied.
Dana pulled the covers over her lover and slid out of bed. In the bathroom she squat down on the toilet and assessed herself. Her penis hung out before her vulva, swollen and distended from her extended rut, her labia were still puffed out from the remnants of her arousal. With one hand she lifted the dangling clitoris out of the way and spread apart the stretched and bloated flaps to pee. There was a bit of a sting that she always had when she urinated not long after an ejaculation. It passed and she enjoyed her relief. She reached over to the sink and turned on the hot water then tossed a washrag into the basin.
Arising from her squat, she faced the mirror and looked at herself. It was her familiar fresh morning face with no trace of shame or remorse, just a glint of seasoned wisdom gained from her newfound awareness. She took the rag from the sink, wrung it, and tended to her adventured sex. She wiped away the dried remains of herself and Violett’s ardor. In the soothing warmth she found a new pride in her maligned genitals. They had rewarded her richly and in stark contrast to her past affairs, they had been welcomed and cherished by a doting lover. Yes, she liked the woman she saw in the mirror.
Returning to bed she found Violett curled up sound asleep. Dana spooned with her and held her tight. She mused what a nice girlfriend the witty and charming young miss would make. She dozed off and on a bit and played with the happy thoughts in her mind.
Invariably, her mind tended toward the sensual and the sensuous creature she held. Her scent, the softness of her skin, her capacity for pleasure all drew Dana’s arousal. She opened her eyes to find Violett asleep on her stomach. She brought up her thigh and wrapped her leg over the sleeping woman’s upturned posterior. She felt her erection swell, yearning for appeasement and when Dana pressed it to the yielding plush of Violett’s rump she fed that yearning. She wanted Violett, again. She rolled atop her partner and began to stroke Violett’s arms and shoulders, trying to stir her lover’s passion. Her lips followed her caresses and made their way to Violett’s neck and cheek. Violett stretched and giggled.
“There she is,” she whispered into Violett’s ear. “Let’s play.”
“Nnmmh?” cooed Violett with a broad smile. “You want some of this? Hmmn? You wanna bump some fur?”
Dana responded to Violett’s taunts with her kisses. Her lover’s teasing remarks were tugging urgently on her desire. “Time for some Angel food.”
“Yeah?… You want some fuck, don’t you?… Gimme some tail,” She lifted her butt, into Dana’s needful flesh. “It’s yours, puss.”
Dana welcomed the offering, pushing and bumping her hungry clitoris against the ample, soft cushion. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s arms and craned her neck over Violett’s shoulder. Violett lifted her head to meet the kiss. The two held their twisted embrace and turned that kiss into a moment of passion that rivaled all of their encounters. Dana spread her knees around Violett’s thighs to better enjoy her grind. As they kissed that grind turned into a steady hump.
Violett arched her back and lifted her butt higher, letting her lover use her. Their lips met and broke, met and broke, smacking the sweet sound of consumed lover’s ardor. As Dana humped and fucked against Violett her own secretions lubricated their contact and she soon found her engorged clitoris sliding in silky-smooth ecstasy. The billowing cushion embraced her flesh while at the same time provided an ideal mount. The soft skin between her thighs completed the sensation and Dana fell into such bliss she never wanted to end.
“Oh, baby that’s good. That’s… so… good,” Dana groaned between kisses.
“It’s us, honey… We’re good together,” breathed Violett. “Take me, puss… Make me yours… Use me… Love me.”
Violett was the picture of passivity, holding her rump high in the air for her lover’s enjoyment and seeking nothing in return but her lover’s mounting delight.
Dana felt passion like she had never known simmering inside her. She burned her kisses into Violett’s neck and shoulder, swimming in the tide of pliant flesh, sliding and bumping in ecstasy. With it came a yearning, almost akin to love. Could she? Could she fall in love with this woman? The offer was made, she gave herself to Dana. She said she wanted Dana to take her, captivate her, conquer her, and bind her devotion. Dana was deeply moved by the notion and she never wanted anything so much in her life.
She pumped her tender organ into the soft flesh beneath her. Violett’s creamy smooth skin pressed into the hollow of Dana’s hips and cushioned the embrace of Dana’s thighs. Dana spread her knees wide and humped into the luxurious softness and never wanted it to end.
The two worked together, pushing back and forth, teasing copulatory urges that were beyond either woman’s familiarity. They sought no reward or singular goal, just the extension of their enraptured mood and their tongue-sucking kisses traded over Violett’s shoulder. Violett reached back with her hand to stroke and pull encouragingly at Dana’s hip.
It went on for almost an hour as the two women skirted the edge of abandonment. Violett took the plunge over the edge. “Inside me,” she exerted and pushed her rump higher, arching her back, rising up on her knees, exposing her crotch to Dana’s pressing need. Dana slid lower as Violett then reached between her legs and her fingers found Dana’s erection. She pulled it toward her waiting cleft and parted her legs to receive it. Violett was hungry for the intimacy of their union and for her reward, Dana would feed her.
Dana curled her hips around Violett’s butt and thrust toward the wet, clasping prize. Guided by Violett’s fingers she found herself again immersed in that warm, clinging embrace. Dana reached around her lover’s waist for leverage, pressed herself in deep and held it. The feeling of Violett’s cushy posterior pressed firmly against her girding hips gave an added sense of envelopment and Dana indulged herself in it. She wanted to prolong that steady, rolling grind they had so enjoyed just before uniting and so she made her thrusting the same kind of slow, even push with an added twist of her hips which made her penis stir around in Violett’s womanhood. She held herself up by her arms over Violett and enjoyed the view over her supine partner. She admired the way her lover so freely offered herself and Dana seasoned her mind for thoroughly satisfactory sex.
“Are you mine, honey?” Violett’s voice sank sultry and low. “I’m yours, lovey. It’s all for you. Say you’re mine.”
She felt soft flesh against her tummy, her pubis, her hips and between her thighs. Swerving, curling, twisting, and grinding against the voluptuous cushion of Violett’s ample and welcoming back-side, Dana pressed her erection into the moist snugness and it responded by clutching on her tender member. She wanted it to never end.
“Give me, puss. Give it to your baby.” Violett’s voice now a low, raspy croak. “Love me. Love me. Nmmmmmmmmmmm.”
Dana thrust in deep and slow. She felt a twitching movement through her entrenched penis and realized her partner was fiercely frigging herself to a matching gratification. Both women were groaning and moaning in their separate ecstasies. Dana was quickly discovering a mastery of her pleasure such that through concise control of her movements she could tease herself to the verge of orgasm and then prolong that sensation indefinitely. She was loosing all track of time and determined, through Violett’s demeanor, she was lost in the same state of mind.
Long into their consuming rapture, Dana felt trembling fingers creep across the underside of her delving penis and pleasure compounded itself to yet higher extremes. While trying to cope with this, Violett’s finger hooked its way into Dana’s vagina and began stirring it. She deftly found that wonderful spot on the roof of Dana’s vagina and pressed it delicately in a circular motion.
The effect on Dana was rapid and powerful. The orgasm she thought she would control leapt upon her before she could prepare. A spastic torrent seized her and she bucked hard into her partner evoking a moan and then her thick, milky expulsion dribbled into Violett’s hand and her own tight, red curls. “Oh… sweet baby,” she whispered as she lowered her head onto Violett’s shoulder. Her cheek nestled in the soft, fragrant curls of Violett’s mane and she repeatedly bore her sucking kisses onto her lover’s shoulder. Her pause was brief and she resumed her steady thrust and twist. The climax wracked her but so intense was her level of arousal it made little impact on her focus.
Dana dug her hand beneath her lover’s hip, delving for her key to ecstasy and found it at the top of Violett’s cleft. Not really knowing the limits of another woman’s clitoris she approached it carefully. Starting at its base, she pressed a finger on either side of the narrow ridge of flesh and worked it round in a circle, opposite the twist of her hips, and then moved her way toward the end. She knew she had succeeded when moans rose from Violett in increasing volume.
An orgasm had taken Violett, her shudder confirmed it. Dana continued, playing the young temptress’ pleasure as she cooed her way to another shaking crescendo. She soon had Violett lapsed into the same daze of climactic rapture she had fallen into the preceding night.
She found Dana’s other hand, resting by her head, and Violett pulled Dana’s thumb into mouth and began sucking it and twirling her tongue around it like she had treated Dana’s clitoris. Underneath the two, the ejaculate spilled by Dana had been smeared and spread by both of their hands until a slick coating covered both of their pubic areas. Violett’s moans came out long and regular, her responsiveness drew away but she kept her massaging finger gently stirring Dana’s vagina, her rump held high and her crotch exposed to Dana’s rolling lunges.
Dana assumed the same detachment, resting all but her thrusting hips and cleverly digging fingers. She focused on her own pleasure and enjoyed Violett’s freely offered sexuality. She let her finger probe back, down over Violett’s slit to her vagina. She felt her penis sliding over it and into Violett. She marveled at the sensation and then followed her plunging member into the slick, snug hole. She delighted in tickling her own clit as it fucked into her friend. Yes, she loved that word now.
Dana soon felt another of her own orgasms approaching and rather than negotiate it into a fitting opportunity, she let it come at its own pace. Dana’s hips spastically slammed tight against her lover and as electric joy surged through her every nerve she gushed another dose of her emissions over both women’s busy hands. Undaunted by the release, Dana sought what lie beyond it and continued her exertion against beautiful Violett’s backside. She returned her fingers to her lover’s clitoris and then slowly abandoned her consciousness. She eventually became lost in the steady drip-feed of pleasure. She lapsed into the same state as Violett and began the same long, droning moans of absent delight. On it went.
Their struggle became weaker and weaker until either barely moved at all but they held their connection, Dana’s penis lodged firmly in Violett’s pussy and each of them lost deep in the recesses of her own bliss.
The two absorbed lovers continued through the morning, pushing and straining against each other, writhing in their love dance, oblivious to the world. Violett quaked through many small eruptions. Dana’s next orgasm hit her like a convulsion, her ejaculate completely spent, came out a weak trickle.
Following her final orgasm, Dana seemed to be lost in the throes of her lust and just shivered and convulsed on Violett’s back. Alarmed, Violett rolled her off, knelt beside her and scooped her up in her arms. “Dana? Honey? Sweetie, come out of it.”
Dana bolted upright, “What! Wh-what!.”
“Shhh shh. It’s OK. You’re alright.” Violett held on to her and peppered her with kisses to calm her down.
Slowly regaining her awareness, Dana rested her head on the softness of Violett’s breast and let her fright be soothed away. The storm had passed. She was a helpless lump of raw emotions. Her exertions had left her in a daze that was too comfortable to disturb.
Dana wanted to reach out from her silence but she was overwhelmed by a flurry of strange feelings about herself, her needs, and her perennial values. It was a delirium of new and conflicting thoughts that swirled in her mind, clamoring for attention. She stayed them off and let her mind drift in the sweet, languid absence. She took note of each feeling and set them aside for later contemplation.
In this instant, she just wanted to relax in the soft comforting embrace. It felt familiar to her. It felt like the safety of her mother’s soothing hug. Another new feeling popped into her awareness – shame. What would her mother say about all this? She pushed that away for later, with the other feelings. The only feeling she felt like dealing with was gratitude. She felt she really should be thanking Violett for all she had given her. Yes, she must do that but to linger in this narcotic disconnection for just a while longer…
She wrapped her arms around Violett’s waist and held her firmly. She listened to the gentle thumping of her lover’s heart and tried to formulate in words the appreciation she needed to express. Her ravenous erection slowly wilted in want of Violett’s body. Her nipples softened from their alert yearning. The couple’s relationship silently transformed as they each adjusted to new roles, the people they were outside this room.
Violett seemed to understand Dana’s reticence. It was not the time to push sensuality but rather to draw back to each other’s comfort zones. To make ready for the reemergence to the non-sexual world. To, perhaps, resurrect their relationship beyond the bed, as two friends with a secret bond.
The moment was priceless to both of them and they would have clung to it indefinitely but the phone burst in upon their peace with an angry ring. Dana slowly rose and crawled over to answer it. “Hello,” she said, weakly.
“Yes. This is the front desk,” came a nasally female voice. “It is now 11 o’clock. Check out time is noon. Would you like to check out or will you be staying with us another night?”
“No. I’ll be checking out at noon,” answered Dana. She felt awkwardly exposed, talking to this woman from the love-nest of another.
“Alright then,” the oblivious woman replied. “Shall I put this charge on your card?”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“We hope you enjoyed your stay. Please come again.”
Dana just hung up the phone. Her exciting adventure was over. She felt like a kid at the end of a carnival ride. And, embarrassingly, she had yet to absolve herself with Violett. She knelt by the nightstand, in the same fuzzy-headed silence.
“Come on, honey,” said Violett, sliding off the bed and standing in front of Dana. “There’s time to get cleaned up. Let me help you.” She reached around her shoulders and helped Dana to her feet. It was not the lust filled embrace they shared the night before but a helpful one as Dana leaned against her friend to be guided to the bathroom.
Violett turned on the water for the shower and tested it. She took a towel from the rack, bent over and wrapped it around her hair and tied it into a quick knot. She stood up and looked into Dana’s eyes. Her smile was warm and understanding.
Dana returned her smile and opened her mouth to speak. ‘Tell her! Tell her she is the most wonderful being you have ever known! Tell her you cannot thank her enough and you will never forget her!’ Dana’s mind screamed for her to say. Nothing came out, she just smiled and stroked Violett’s back.
Violett took hold of her elbow and assisted her to step into the tub, showing her more nurturing comfort than any lover ever had. The warm water was a treat in itself and Dana retreated further into herself. She felt no ill will toward Violett, on the contrary, she felt warmth and companionship but she was becoming afraid her silence was giving the opposite impression. They quietly shared their shower, took turns under the spray and washed away their passion’s residue. Dana looked imploringly into Violett’s eyes trying to convey what she could not say. Violett patted her on the cheek, smiled and nodded her head. She seemed to comprehend Dana’s contemplative mood, like she had seen it before or had maybe felt it herself at some time.
After their shower they dried off and then set about getting dressed. Dana had travelling clothes already laid out and her bags were packed. She placed her clothes from last night in the shopping bag and then got herself dressed.
Violett’s chore was less complex. She stuffed her stockings, garter belt and slip in her bag and then began dressing from the pile on the floor. Dana watched her and slowly began to grasp what hitherto insurmountable barriers this modest heroine had knocked down for her. She wondered what Violett would go home to, what champion would rise for her causes. She became very sad for her and felt like crying. That is when the dam burst and Dana finally spoke her gratitude. She gathered Violett in her arms and gave her a warm hug.
“Oh, Violett. I… I…,” she sobbed. “Can I ever thank you enough? Last night meant so much to me. You were so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Violett returned the embrace and they held each other like two long parted friends.
“I’m so glad,” whispered Violett. “You’re a wonderful young lady. And if you can’t find a guy to figure that out, you can always count on me.”
Dana pulled back to gauge her admission.
Violett looked at her imploringly. “Here,” she said. She used the pen from the dresser and quickly jotted something down on the note pad before tearing off the sheet and handing it to Dana. “Call me,” said Violett. “Any time. Even if you just want to talk.”
Dana read the note. It was her name – her whole name – with a phone number and an address. It was a very imprudent gesture, especially for a professional. Dana took it to mean genuine concern about her as a person, not just about sex.
Violett handed her a tissue and kissed her cheek. “I mean it,” she said, almost as if reading Dana’s mind. “You’re a cherished part of me now. I’ll always be here for you.” She lifted Dana’s chin and looked her directly in her eyes. “We had better say our goodbyes here,” whispered Violett. “Outside is another world.”
Dana finished drying her eyes and then threw her arms around Violett and hugged her tight. Their embrace was long and silent, temple to temple; they gathered the last semblance of each other’s essence to commit to memory. A clattering noise from parking lot jolted them from their observance. They kissed again – not the lust crazed frenzy, but a sincere and respectful exchange of farewells. They separated and picked up their things. It was time to go.
Dana was first out of the room with her bags and made directly for the trunk of her car. Violett closed the door and followed. After Dana had opened the trunk and placed her bags inside she turned to her friend to speak again of her special gratitude. “I…,” she began but Violett turned her head and glanced to alert Dana of the cleaning woman pulling her cart up the walk. Dana bit her lip in frustration. Violett gave her a smile and a wink then just slowly backed toward her car.
That would have to do for a goodbye. Dana closed her trunk and got into her car hoping she would not break down again. She backed out of her spot and catching Violett’s face as she looked over her shoulder she brushed away a tear and waved solemnly to her Angel of Lost Girls.
As she drove down the lot and to the street, Dana glanced back in her rear view mirror. Violett still stood there where she left her, in a wide, relaxed stance, watching Dana drive away. Mascara smeared eyes. Her hair hung in a tussled muss about her head and shoulders. Her blouse spilled out loosely around her waist and her skirt was a cascade of wrinkles. Used and bedraggled as she was, she was still the most beautiful woman Dana had ever seen.
A gap opened in traffic and Dana pulled out onto the street. A short block later she was on the freeway. She felt confident, validated, revitalized. Maybe Violett had meant everything she said. Maybe it wasn’t all just part of the show. Maybe Dana possessed the charms to capture the wanton woman’s heart. She knew she would come back someday soon to test her flesh against the pretty call-girl again. She didn’t know where it would lead, but it was such a delightful notion to hold on to. All she knew for certain was that she would arrive home a surer, wiser woman than when she left. For now, that was priceless to her.
<p> Cassandra unlocked her door, and walked in, her mind buzzing. After her initiation, she was on a high, it felt so good to be a lesbian. She knew what she was, no men with their messy pricks needed, she would enjoy the smooth, sexy curves and soft skin of other lovely ladies, she was gonna love it. And, when her horny pussy needed the pumping of something hard and long to fill her up, a nice stiff, hard dildo would be perfect.</p><p> In her bedroom, she stripped naked, and looked at herself in her full length mirror. Her green eyes and her light blonde hair, her 5′ 8" height, her 135 pounds, and her measurements of 37-25-38. She liked the curve of her hips, and she could see her new Venus tattoo, right above her smooth shaven labial lips. She thought she looked pretty good, and with more than a few members being very friendly with her, dates should not be a problem. Seeing her nudity, with just the Venus tattoo stamped on her skin, right above her smooth shaven pussy lips, almost like a badge of honor as it were, started her cunt juicing. Her initiation, after her cunt had been stretched open, and her orgasms had started up, had been very enjoyable, and she was getting warmed up thinking about it. </p><p> She quickly found herself belly down on her bed, her ass raised up by two big pillows, and as her fingers reached down to her creaming center, she ran it back in her mind. She remembered getting the tight pucker of her asshole licked, fuck, that was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Then the feel of Janet burying a butt plug, the busting opening of her asshole cherry, then the jarring thrust as she was mounted, the feel of Janet’s long strong fingers gripping her hips tightly, the ripping open of her hymen, the bold push as Janet’s dildo slammed through her torn membrane, burying every last inch in, completing her deflowering. The remembered pain of her virginities being ended added spice to her fantasy, her breathing started to deepen, as she relived the sensations, her ass filled with a pleasing butt plug, and her cunt getting split open, over and over, feeling the pain change over to pleasure. Her fingers started to stroke at her creaming center, as she went on, as Elaine strapped on the dildo, and drove it in, giving Cassandra’s cunt its second fucking.</p><p> Her fingers were working over her, her clit twitching wildly, and she knew she was ready to explode. She hung on to it, until she remembered Elaine’s fingers reaching down, sliding around and around her clit, stroking her twitching clit to a frenzy. </p><p> She could remember Elaine cooing, "Time for you to cum baby, feel my fingers stroking you, let it go baby, cum for us baby."</p><p> She could feel the rush, and shrieked out, "Yes, yes, yes, FUUUCCCKKK!!!"</p><p> She let out a drawn out squeal of pleasure, as in real time, her cunt exploded in a burst of pleasure. She shuddered and moaned with pleasure, remembering how she had quickly buried her face back in Sandy’s cunt, bringing her to a noisy, gushing release, giving Cassie lots of sweet juices to savor.</p><p> She rolled over onto her back, hugging the pillow tightly to her as she drifted off, a smile of completeness on her lips. </p><p> The next day, she was at a sex toy store called the "Women’s Toy Box." After her initiation, she had been told by Elaine that the store was run by women, for women only, and that if she wanted some wonderful toys, the Toy Box was the place to go. Cassandra was eager to see what sexy items were available and entering, she was impressed. The store was like a comfortable lounge, items laid out in display cases, and the atmosphere was of class and elegance, not some grimy little place with peep show booths and dirty magazines.</p><p> Cassandra was looking at the vibrators, when a figure appeared next to her. </p><p> "Good morning, I’m Trudi, and I’m one of the personal assistants. I’d love to assist you."</p><p> Cassie turned, and looking at Trudi, she felt a stirring of lust down inside. Trudi had long auburn hair, hazel green eyes, a friendly smile, and a body that was built for sin. Curvy hips, large breasts, Cassie found her gaze drawn down to where Trudi’s dress concealed her pubic region, wishing she could see beneath her clothes. She looked back up, and saw Trudi’s smile grow wider, and she shifted her body to better display her charms and assets.</p><p> Cassie finally replied, "I’m Cassandra, or Cassie, and this will be my first toy buy."</p><p> Trudi cooed, "Ah, a newbie, we love to get toy virgins in, so they can see, and better yet, feel what they’ve been missing."</p><p> Cassie pointed out something, and Trudi brought it out for a closer look. </p><p> "A nice choice, this 7 inch baby is perfect for a starter toy. It vibrates, rotates and has the clit tickler for extra pleasure."</p><p> Cassie took it in her hand, and looked it over. It was a deep red color, shaped like a real penis, and had an extension at the bottom that rose up, and had a clit tickler that was shaped like a rabbit’s ears. A remote control device with 3 dials was attached by a wire.</p><p> Trudi said, "A lot of women really go for the rabbit vibrator, with the rotating beads, but I have found, through personal experience, that I enjoy this one more. Just wait until you have all 3 settings going at once, you’ll never feel masturbation orgasms like the one this beauty will give you."</p><p> Cassie was ready to buy, when Trudi gave her an offer.</p><p> "One more thing our store has, is a try it before you buy it. We have special rooms in the back, for you to try it out first. The rooms are soundproof, so you can be as noisy as you like. And, as your personal assistant, would like to have me assist you?"</p><p> Cassie felt her juices slicking up her lips, she was fully lust driven, and she smiled and nodded her head. Trudi smiled, took her by the hand, and led her to the back of the store, through the door marked Employees only. In the back were several closed doors. Trudi led her to the first door, opened it and led Cassie in. Cassie was impressed, the room was painted in soothing pastel colors, a large bed was in the center, and an armchair was next to it. Trudi dialed the light to a dim glow, then Cassie felt soft hands undressing her, soft fingers stroking gently at her exposed skin, caressing the swell of her breasts, tweaking gently at the stiff, eager rise of her erect nipples, a hand reaching down, gently cupping her steaming mound. Cassie moaned, her mound was a soaking mass of heat, and she felt Trudi’s fingers sliding softly over her mound, then going lower, gliding gently over her slick, swollen lower lips.</p><p> "Ummm, you are so wet, no need for any lube, baby. Lie back Cassie, and let Trudi take care of you."</p><p> Cassandra felt the desire as she lay back, wantonly spreading her legs. Trudi was gazing wide eyed at her heated center, then Cassie felt the head of the dildo enter her. Trudi slowly, steadily pushed until the dildo was fully in. With a grin, Trudi turned on the vibrations, and Cassie moaned, my god, that felt good. Trudi sat on the bed, and wielded the remote control. Cassie was feeling zings of crazy pleasure shooting through her, she moaned, her eyes were closed, her hands came up, cupping her breasts, she started to tease and stroke at her swollen nipples. She opened her eyes, saw Trudi, she had quickly stripped naked, leaning over her. She stared up at Trudi’s flushed face, her breathing deep, Trudi’s generous breasts, her nipples swollen and reddened, looming over her face. Cassie reached up, and cupped her breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking her hard, aching nipples. Trudi growled with pleasure, she lowered her breasts, and Cassandra’s tongue and mouth took over, licking at sucking at Trudi’s stiff, reddened nipples. Trudi could feel pulses of lust racing to her hot center, but before she could do more, she needed to take care of her client first.</p><p> She whispered huskily, "If you like this, wait until you feel this!"</p><p> She turned on the second dial, and the penis started to rotate, stretching her tight walls apart as it went around and around, and then Trudi turned on the clit tickler. </p><p> Cassandra almost felt like she couldn’t breathe, the dildo was hitting her g-spot perfectly, then the clit tickler was turned on. Cassie’s eyes rolled back into her head, she felt the massive build up, then it hit her. It started slow and built up very quickly, Cassie’s body was rocking back and forth and saying "OH MY GOD" over and over. The orgasms started coming in waves, then a huge orgasm hit. Cassie let out a scream of pure sexual pleasure, her body was exploding crazily, her cunt was a blazing center of shooting pleasure, the vibrations thrumming through her clit, and the dildo inside her, working away on her g-spot, were sending shock waves through Cassandra’s body. Her shrieks of sexual pleasure filled the room. The orgasms kept hitting her, over and over, her body shaking and jerking, and another huge orgasm crashed into her, she let out another loud scream of sexual pleasure, her body felt like it was one giant orgasm, she was breatless, delirious with pleasure, she felt the vibrator click off, and she slumped down. Cassandra didn’t think she could have taken anymore. She felt weight next to her head, opened her eyes, looked up, and saw Trudi’s bare, smooth, clean shaven mound hovering over her. She saw the symbol of Venus tatooed right above her opening, and she smiled as she realized why this shop had been recommended to her. </p><p> "Look Cassandra, look" she crooned, using her fingers to spread apart her lips, "look at all the hot, wet excitement you stirred up in me. My cunt is all hot and juicy, just for you baby, taste me, taste my juices, let me squirt my girl cum all over your face, baby."</p><p> Cassandra could see the pink lips, swollen with sexual excitement, all the dewy juices slicking up her opening. The heated scent made Cassandra’s head spin, she wasted no time, pulling Trudi tightly against her mouth, her tongue went to work, licking everywhere, Cassie worked feverishly, licking wildly at Trudi’s fiery opening, Trudi started to grunt and slowly rotate her hips. Cassandra slid two fingers up, her fingers polishing Trudi’s G spot, eager for a wet, enjoyable ending. Trudi’s breathing became choppy, and Cassie could feel her body on the edge. </p><p> "Fuck yes, oh fuck, lick me you sweet little lezzie, suck my cunt, gonna cum, gonna squirt all over your cute face, yes, yes, yes, FUUUUCCCCKKKK!" </p><p> Trudi’s voice spiraled up to a shriek, and her girl cum sprayed out, Cassandra felt her juices splattering her face, Trudi’s cries and howls of orgasm filling the room as Cassandra got her eager face plastered with Trudi’s juices, Trudi was a real squirter.</p><p> As Trudi came down, she crawled down Cassandra’s body, and eagerly pushed her head between Cassandra’s spread thighs. Trudi gently pushed her legs apart and kissed her pink folds, spread open and swollen with sexual excitement. Trudi then licked all around Cassandra’s pussy, eagerly licking up Cassie’s juices. When Trudi had finished licking up the juices, the tip of her tongue softly probed Cassie’s vagina. She started to drive her tongue deep between the pink folds, lick upward, then bring her tongue out to flick lightly at Cassie’s rapidly hardening clit. As Trudi became more excited, Cassandra felt her hot, wet mouth pressing tightly against her opening, and she felt Trudi’s tongue licking wildly at her. With Cassandra being built back up so skilfully, she grabbed the back of Trudi’s head, holding her against her vaginal opening as she felt the orgasm roar into her, Cassandra let out a howl of pleasure, her cunt throbbing and pulsing with her orgasm, her pussy squirting against Trudi’s face, as Trudi made sure her client got total service and satisfaction. </p><p> As she stood at the cash register, Cassie noticed another lady, looking like she had just been through the very same experience with her personal assistant, they exchanged smiles like they were sharing a secret. </p><p> Trudi handed over her package, gave her hand a caress, and whispered, "I hope I’ll see you at the club sometime soon." </p><p> A few days later, and she was back at the club, ready for more. She didn’t have to wonder about approaching anyone, as soon as she was there, she saw Trudi with two others, they looked like they’d been waiting for her, and they made a beeline for her. </p><p> Trudi pulled her close, her hands lightly stroking at her back, and her ass, getting her juices hot and slick. </p><p> "Cassie, so wonderful to see you again, ever since your toy buy, my pussy’s been steaming hot for you baby" Trudi cooed to her. "Let me introduce my two friends."</p><p> Her two companions had long black hair, the black haired cuties were tall, at least 6 feet, and Cassandra wondered if they might be sisters, since they looked very similar. Even at 6 feet, with a somewhat more athletic build, they had wonderful, sexy curves, and Cassie felt the lust stirring, as she sized up their sexy bodies. This did not go unnoticed, and they smiled, displaying their bodies to fine perfection for her. </p><p> One of the black haired ladies said, "Cassandra, it’s so great to see you here again, welcome back. I’m Dana Myers, this is my sister Dianne."</p><p> "Hello, it’s wonderful to see you again, I remember seeing you here on my initiation night."</p><p> Dana replied, "Yeah, we loved out initiation nights, too. Until I was invited to join, I thought I was straight with a bi-sexual leaning. Being welcomed with a lesbian gang-bang was great, myself, being a virgin and eager to try bi-sexuality, I was more than happy to have a lesbian orgy, getting both my virginities ended as I got my asshole filled with a butt plug, getting power fucked by that 12 inch dildo, and licking up the hot nectar of our four horny club owners, and since then, it’s been women only for me."</p><p> Dianne then joined in, "As for me, I thought I was 100 percent straight, Dana came home, and asked me if I’d like to join the health club she had just joined. She was a bit vague on the details, I had just been dumped by my loser of a boyfriend, and it sounded like a great way to get some well needed distraction. Since I was not a virgin, when I was lifted up and carried to the games room, I was opened up by a seven inch glass dildo that was shoved up my cunt, getting my cunt raped a bit by the dildo, foreign object rape, which the owners smilingly referred to as ‘getting me ready for fucking’ initiation. After Janet opened my asshole with a butt plug, then powered that 12 inch cunt splitter up me, it only took a little while before I was into it, pushing back against Janet’s thrusting, eager to get every last bit of dildo deep inside me. Getting a lesbian gang bang was the best thing that ever happened to me, it really opened my eyes, now I’m 100 percent lesbian, and staying that way!"</p><p> Trudi joined in, "And I was also a virgin, up until 3 months ago, and getting my gang bang initiation in the games room really turned me towards women only. The feel of those soft hands, soft skin, big hard dildos for when I need to get filled up, and licking juicy pussies to a gushing completion, is just what I need."</p><p> Cassandra smiled, and said, "And, as it turned out, it’s just what I needed also. I was also a virgin, and getting both my holes filled up, while it was a bit jarring and painful to start, didn’t take long before it felt so good. Now that I know what I am, I want more."</p><p> Dana smiled, and said, "Sounds wonderful, I think the games room is available right now, why don’t we go in there, and exercise in the best way. I want to relive my initiation night!" </p><p> They quickly made their way inside, it was indeed unoccupied at the time, and they enjoyed putting Dana into position, placing her legs on the adjustable steps, then strapping her legs down. They strapped her down across the small of her back, the middle of her back, and the last strap went over her shoulders, tightly securing her body in place. </p><p> Cassandra was chosen to strap on the dildo as Dana watched, her eyes wide and her breathing deep, as Cassandra strapped on the twelve inch dildo, and grinned at her. Dianne lay down on the licking table, and placed her pussy right under her sister’s mouth. Trudi got under the table, so she could lick and suck Dana’s breasts.</p><p> Cassandra spread apart the steps, saw Dana’s hips upthrust, her sexy holes all ready for fucking. She got the 6 inch dildo, put a small dab of lube on the tip. She lowered her mouth down, pulling apart her cheeks, Cassandra saw the tight, pink, rose shaped pucker of Dana’s asshole, and eagerly applied her mouth to it, running her tongue over and over the tight rim, her tongue teasing at the tight entrance. Dana started letting out grunts and growls of pleasure, and Cassie notched the dildo against her tight asshole and pushed hard. Dana let out a shriek as her tight ass walls were split open, and 6 inches of hard dildo was jammed up her back passage.</p><p> Cassandra could feel her pulse pound, her lust becoming a raging red beast. She understood, now, what turned Janet into a savage fucking machine, she could feel it building in her, too. She nudged the dildo against those tight lips, and pushed hard, lunging, slamming all 12 inches up Dana in one bold thrust. Dana’s scream of pleasure filled the room, Cassandra gripped hips tighly and started to ride her, power fucking Dana’s cunt.</p><p> "Yeah, yeah, now that you’re a good lezzie, lick your very own sister’s cunt, lap at my cunt like a good little lezzie bitch, make me cum!" Dianne growled.</p><p> She grabbed Dana’s head, and pushed her against her gushing opening.</p><p> "Lick me, lick me, lick me you little lezzie bitch sister, LICK ME!" </p><p> Cassandra remembered word for word what Janet had said to her while she was fucking away her virginity, and she growled, "Like it, don’t you baby? Always thought you’d keep your legs crossed, waiting for Mister Right to come along, before you’d drop your panties and spread your legs, didn’t you? You don’t need no man, with his messy prick, and his two minute joy ride. You’re getting what you need, our nice, powerful twelve inch virgin buster, that will fuck you as hard and as long as needed, it’s a pleasure to give your cunt the fucking it needs. You know you wanted it, and here’s what you want, it what all us horny bitches want!"</p><p> Cassie’s lust was whipped up, listening to Dana’s pussy muffled cries of pleasure, watching the hot action as Dianne kept her sister’s mouth pressed against her pussy lips, and she really rammed Dana’s cunt, riding her hard, eager to make Dana cum. Cassandra’s fingers gripped Dana’s hips tightly, pulling her hips back against her with each thrust, to accentuate the power of the fucking, as she continued to pound and jackhammer Dana’s cunt hard and fast, keeping the dildo jammed up her ass, she pounded in and out. Cassie grinned with pleasure, enjoying the howls and shrieks of pleasure as Dana got to relive her initiation fuck, Cassandra really reamed out Dana’s fuck-hole.</p><p> Dianne growled, "Yes, yes, my sister’s a cunt licking lezzie, and I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, yes, yes, YES!" </p><p> Dianne gave a long, drawn out wail, as her orgasm hit, her juices squirting wildly, she gave her sister Dana a juicy face washing. Cassandra could feel Dana’s body starting to vibrate. </p><p> Cassandra growled, "Yeah Dana, you sexy lezzie bitch, cum, cum all over my cock!"</p><p> Cassie pounded Dana’s squelchy cunt to climax, as Dana lifted her head, and let out a shriek of pleasure, her body shaking wildly as her climax washed over her. Dana’s cries of climax finally broke the spell of red lust that Cassandra was under, and she quickly lowered the fast and furious fucking, giving her gentle thrusts until Dana slumped in the restraints, her orgasm spent. </p><p> When Cassandra pulled out, she saw the 12 inches smeared with Dana’s cream, that made her cunt pound. She wanted that 12 inches rammed up her, with Dana’s cream covering it.</p><p> "Now, give it to me, strap me in, I want to relive my initiation night too!" Cassie growled huskily. </p><p> In a few moments, Cassandra’s body was secured in the restraints, Dana took to the licking table, and Cassie felt her pulse pound as she saw Dana’s Venus tattoo stamped right above her bare, smooth opening . Dana coyly spread her lips apart, making Cassie’s mouth water at the sight of her dark coral opening, the scent of her arousal filling Cassandra’s nose, making her dizzy with desire. She felt Dianne underneath her, kissing, licking and sucking, turning her nipples into stiff, rock hard points. </p><p> Trudi strapped on the dildo, and grinned at her. </p><p> Recalling what Elaine had told her as she got busted open for the first time during her initiation, Trudi growled, "Our twelve incher is going to break you open baby, just wait until your virginity gets torn apart by this, you’ll be seeing stars!"</p><p> She felt Trudi’s hot, wet tongue licking at her ass hole, and Cassandra’s head was spinning, the feel of her tongue against her tight, twitchy rim was almost too good. She felt a dab of cold lube being spread, and the sudden filling as Trudi applied the 6 inch dildo. She pushed, and Cassandra let out a growl as her tight ass walls were parted, and the dildo was shoved in to its base. There was a little pain, but it merely amplified the pleasure of her tight asshole being plugged. </p><p> "Yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuck my cunt, ram my cunt!" Cassie cried.</p><p> She felt the head press against her, then the filling rush as Trudi thrust hard, making her cry out as her cunt was rammed full of twelve inches of cunt splitting pleasure.</p><p> Trudi remembered very well, and she repeated what Elaine had told her as Elaine had rode her, blasting apart her virginity at her initiation.</p><p> "Yeah, yeah, take our virgin buster, we’ll give you the fuck of a lifetime, forget about men and their stupid dicks. Our 12 inches is always stiff and hard, and ready to fuck tight young pussies, and blast apart your cherry!"</p><p> Dana peeled apart her tight pussy lips, and Casanadra’s mouth watered at the sight and smell of her heat. She plastered her mouth against that inviting pinkness, eager to suck out her juices.</p><p> "Yeah oh yeah my sweet lezzie, suck my cunt" Dana cooed.</p><p> Cassandra felt a huge wave of lust hit her, she was restrained, and oh fuck, how hot it was to be restrained and used. Trudi power fucked her furiously, and Dana’s cunt was virtually gushing juices, getting her face wet and shiny. </p><p> "Get your finger in there baby, polish my G spot, so I can squirt all over your sweet face, you sexy lezzie!" Dana growled.</p><p> Cassandra slid two fingers up, found the spot, and started to polish it with her fingertips. Cassie continued with her tongue as she licked wildly at Dana’s wet, squelchy entrance, she could feel Dana getting set to explode, as she felt Trudi’s finger reach around, and start polishing her clit, running her finger around and around.</p><p> "Time to cum for us baby, cum like a sweet lezzie, cum all over my cock!" Trudi cooed.</p><p> Cassie could feel it building, as Dana squealed, "yes, gonna cum, gonna cum YES!"</p><p> Dana’s cunt started squirting, and her screech of orgasm filled the room, as Cassie got a squirting, juicy facial, and that gave her a good hard shove into her own climax. She lifted her head and let out a scream of raw sexual pleasure as she felt her own orgasm slam into her, knocking the breath out of her shaking, writhing body. Her cunt clutched tightly at the plunging dildo, her pink walls quivering crazily as her orgasm washed around her inner tightness, making her gasp and cry out with wordless sounds of pleasure, until she slumped, breathless, and very satisfied. </p><p> After a minute or two to get her bearings back, Trudi was next, and Cassandra took to the licking table, eager to feel those sexy, rosebud lips against her labial lips. With Dianne pumping the 12 inches in and out of Trudi, and Trudi’s mouth licking wildly at Cassandra, it didn’t take long, fuck, Trudi really knew how to lick pussy, as Cassandra let out a howl of sexual release, her pussy gushing a thick squirt of juices all over those sexy, rosebud lips, moments before Trudi raised her head, letting out a scream as her throbbing cunt was pounded to orgasm by Dianne’s power fucking.</p><p> Dianne’s turn was next, and this time, Cassandra was underneath, licking, sucking and tweaking her stiff hard nipples, while Trudi lay back on the licking table, and Dana grinned as she strapped on the dildo, smeared with thick cream, eager to fuck her sexy sister. The room was once again filled with grunts, cries of pleasure and shrieks of pleasure as Dianne was pounded to orgasm, Trudi’s cunt squirting wildly all over her face, plastering her with a sheet of girl cum.</p><p> Closing time was coming up, and the 4 sexy bodies wanted one more go round. They formed a perfect square of lust on the thick, plush carpeting, Dana’s mouth at Cassandra’s heat, while Cassandra got her mouth at Dianne’s eager pussy, and Trudi got to lick at Dianne as she lowered her sexy lips to Dana’s heat. Once again, the room sounded with shrieks and cries of orgasm as four juicy cunts were licked to satisfying, gushing releases. </p><p> In the locker room, Dianne and Dana invited Trudi and Cassandra to come home with them, and stay overnight.</p><p> "We want to finish what we started, there are still so many delicious combinations for our 4 bodies to make" Dianne cooed.</p><p> Trudi and Cassandra were happy to accept, the night had gotten off to a great start, and it was going to continue, Trudi and Cassandra could hardly wait. </p>
my name is samantha. her name is jen. We used to work together. i wont ever forget how much i loved being around
jen. Her big tits.. her petite figure.. her pretty eyes.. i can remember her like if it was yesterday. i dont know
if this is love or lust but it is something. i will take you back 3 months ago.
I had just started working as a cashier for a sporting store. i was introduced to everyone by my boss the day i got
the job.. including jen. I hadnt really paid attention to her at the moment but she sure was cute. My shifts would
get switched around often. It was done because the boss always wanted to keep us on a leash and off of our asses.
Tom, my coworker would always brag to me about how much he liked jen. How much he desired to suck on her tits and
lick her asshole. "She always says she’s busy", tom told me after explaining his desires for jen. "maybe she is just in a bad mood. you may never know what she’s going through". Tom was the kind of guy who
couldnt take no for an answer. his giant ego wouldn’t let him accept the fact that jen didn’t want to sit on his
dick. It made me think. Why would a pretty girl like jen reject a handsome man like tom? Don’t straight women love
hot buff men? that’s the moment jen became interesting.Tom loved to work with me because after finding out that i
loved women like he does.. i would be his diary and he would tell me all of his little secrets. All of my life i
had always loved women. I had a few boyfriends.. but none of them could ever make me feel like a real woman. The end of the week was coming to an end and my schedule had changed and throughout the whole month it was my turn
to work with jen. I was working the register towards the back of the store near the fitting rooms and she was
assigned to organize clothes and accessories. "hi im jen" she said to me with her big pretty eyes & walked off smiling. she was wearing some tight
leggings and a low cut shirt. I tried so hard to not stare at her cleavage which was pretty hard not to do. "hey.. im samantha but you can call me sammy", i replied. As she walked off i wondered if she noticed the
fact that i was avoiding to look down the entire time. the day was slow. some customers were extremely rude. It was
almost 20 minutes till closing. "Folks please head towards the registers to make your final purchase we will be closing shortly.. thank
you" said my manager as he slammed the microphone off."Cant i get a fucking break around here. the head supervisor
is on my fucking ass and these customers need to hurry the fuck up or else my wife is going to bitch at me when i
get home", he mumbled to the group as we proceeded to finish our duties. I was busy counting receipts and what not
and then jen came over. "its so boring", she said dramatically as she yawned. I was too busy trying to finish my work so i just
smiled and nodded so she could know that i wasnt ignoring her. "do you need any help?" she said as she looked into
my eyes and smiled. I was so happy to know that she was going to help me because i was really tired of asking a
million questions because i had forgotten some steps. As i told her my situation.. she got really close to me..
grabbed the receipts from my hand and brushed up against it. her skin was super soft.. and her perfume was luring
me in. "thank you. i had forgotten completely. i feel like a fucking moron" i said to her. She laughed. "it’s okay. i’d rather explain to you than for you to get in trouble with the supervisor because he’s such a
fucking perv" she said to me as she rolled her eyes. "well no wonder.. someone like you would get that kind of attention" i added. She paused for a second and
then smiled really big as she looked down at her body. "thank you. it’s so fucking annoying.. especially when i don’t like men.. but yet i can pass as such a straight
bitch oh my god." she uttered. I fell into shock. This whole time.. tom had always told me that she was straight
and that she had a boyfriend and what not and then it all clicked in my head. Jen.. the beautiful women.. my
coworker.. was really a lesbian. She secretly hid it from everyone.. except for me. This sent me through shock and
the next remaining weeks of the month were life changing.
We ended up closing and of course i couldn’t help but think about what jen had said to me. As i found
myself relentlessly looking at her.. i wondered what she was like. I wondered about her hobbies.. what music she
listens to.. what her horoscope was… i found myself falling in love with a woman i barely knew. The next day came and work was slow. My manager had us working the fitting rooms. Me and her were
monitoring the customers who were coming in and out with a shitload of clothes. This one butch looking woman came
towards the section and before she could look towards our direction.. jen hid underneath the register. "well hello
there. " the woman said to me in a flirtatious tone. "hello. how may i help you?" i replied in a friendly manner. "hi. hehe. um. do you know if a girl named jen still works here?" the woman asked. I felt a tug on my knee and when
i looked down really fast i could see jen mouthing the words "fuck no". i then proceeded to pretend i was working on a document and replied,"i’m sorry i don’t think so". "FUCK" replied the woman as she dashed out of the store. "Is she gone?" jen asked me. I nodded. "oh my fucking god. i can’t believe she found me. what the hell." said jen as she nervously laughed. "You mean you cant believe she ALMOST found you. who was that anyway?" i asked curiously. "oh shes um.. an old friend." jen said with these big bulging eyes as if she saw the devil. the way that butch
woman looked with her fohawk and baggy jeans i would be scared as fuck too and hide too. I had always kept to
myself.I wasn’t the type to have a big mouth. So whenever tom would ask me about what me and jen talk about.. i
would just always reply with " oh you know.. girl things". He would immediately drop the subject and carry on about
The next day came and it was me and jens spot again to work the fitting rooms. "thank you for lying for me
yesterday" jen said as she looked at the ground with dreamy like eyes. "your welcome. she scared me too haha" i replied. She laughed and smiled at me. only this time.. this smile was
much more genuine and more intimate. The kind of smile that said i think i wanna fuck you. After she said that i
could feel us getting closer.. and closer. As the hours slowed down.. the supervisor came towards us rushing and
said he had an emergency. He had asked jen if she could close tonight because she had been the longest one working
there. As he handed her the keys… she just looked at me. Her eyes were screaming.. "fuck me baby". for some
reason even though i hadn’t revealed much to her i had felt like if she understood every part of my being. the only
things jen knew about me was that i had been single for a long time and that my favorite food was pasta. For some
reason though every little action or thing i would do she would laugh and comment things such as, "that’s
adorable." I think that is what made me feel so comfortable in her presence. It was an hour towards closing time and it was me and her alone in the store. Tom and the coworkers had
left for happy hour to celebrate the fact that the supervisor wasnt around to tell them anything. it was just me
and jen. I was busy organizing sweaters and jackets. The fitting rooms were full of stuff. however the only thing
that kept me from paying attention to my work was jen. Each time she would bend over i couldnt help but stare at
her big ass. I wanted to approach her so bad but i resisted. As i continued to do my work i could feel the tension
in the room getting more and more intense. level 1.. level 2… level 20. jen had finished her work and came over
to help me. The whole time though i couldn’t concentrate on organizing stuff because everytime she would bend over
i couldn’t help but look. "You know what.. fuck this. just throw it in this box we can just finish this tomorrow.
don’t worry. the boss won’t find it because i know all the hiding spots", jen said to me as she batted her eyes and
smacked her lips. OH my god. i couldn’t resist it now. As our eyes held contact i couldn’t help but feel so wet.
Jen broke the silence and as she did she came closer towards me and said, "lets just sit down and relax. fuck
work." i smiled back at her and sat on the ground as i stared at the mirrors in the fitting room. it was quiet. the
tension in the room had risen to level 300. i was so ready to fuck her on the spot. "so do you like anyone?" she asked me. I was surprised she would even ask me that. after all the times me
and her have chatted never once has she brought up if i was interested in anyone. she wouldnt ever talk about it
either. it made me wonder. "uhhhm" i replied nervously. From the corner of my eye i could see her directly staring at me. Her body
language and energy just lured me in. closer.. and closer. "nope. not really", i added. She stayed in the same
position and i was too nervous to turn my head and look at her. That’s when she grabbed my face and stuck her
tounge down my throat in the slowest most passionate way possible. It felt like i had orgasmed as she kissed me. As
she did.. she took me into a fitting room and that is when we started to get hotter… and hotter. Our passion for eachother just lit the whole room on fire and at this point we were grinding up on
eachother. Her mouth and tongue felt so warm and sexy on my mouth. the way her tits pressed up against my body made
my pussy throb and throb. As we reached level 800 i could hear her softly moaning each time i would insert my
tongue into her mouth. "mmmm’ she uttered as i proceeded to lick her neck. i was so ready to take off her clothes
and as i made my way towards her breasts she stopped me and said.."lets get out of here". We hadnt realized that we were already 15 minutes passed closing time and so we rushed out of there in a
heartbeat. We decided to just park at an empty lot and "hangout". On the drive towards the lot i could feel her
hand slowly caressing my thigh as i drove. My pussy was pounding at this point. i couldn’t wait to rub my pussy all
over hers and suck the shit out of her nipples. As i undressed her i couldnt help but notice her pink thong. I was
surprised. how could a pretty femme like jen go for an androgynous piece of shit like myself? anyways.. as i pulled
them off i could see how wet they were. the minute i took off my bikini briefs she started to get on top of me. As
she did she pulled my hair back and started to kiss my neck and rub my pussy. As we exchanged mutual body language
that is when the magic happened. she parted my legs so smoothly and as she did she kissed me so tenderly that i was
ready to cum the minute her pussy would fall on top of mine. the minute her pussy slipped and grinded on mine i
couldn’t help but moan. Each of her strokes felt like if i was swimming in waterfalls. Her nipples would gradually
come in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t help but feel that i was going to cum early just because her moans were so
sexy and her body was just unbelievable. She was so ubelievably wet and warm. I couldn’t help but thrust slowly
soaking in her juice. "mmm faster" she whispered as her moans were getting louder and louder. "MMMMMMM" she said. "fuck. mmm" i uttered. as we were reaching climax i couldnt help but feel so connected to her. As we both
climaxed we couldnt help but keep on fucking. it was as if our pussies were glued and didn’t want to become
unstuck. "keep going… mmmmmmm" she said. I loved the fact that she wanted more and more because i wanted more and
more. I found myself completely intoxicated each time i orgasmed. I wonder if she was feeling the same. "you’re so
goood.. oh god." she said before she let out a loud moan. As we orgasmed for the 80th time i could feel the energy
in the car release into a pool of satisfaction. the windows were fogged the fuck up and for the first time in my
life.. i knew what good sex was. I was in trouble.
<p> My next door neighbors had just sold their house, with 2 children, and a third one on the way, the two bedroom bungalow was getting too cramped. The new owner moved in a few days after the sale was completed, I got a quick look at her, and decided that I would pay a "good Neighbor" call, and welcome her to the neighborhood. </p><p> I baked up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and with cookie tin in hand, I knocked on her door. She opened the door, and gave me a pleasant smile. The smile dazzled me a bit, her face was beautiful, but I quickly recovered.</p><p> "Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m Delores Croizont, your next door neighbor, and I’d like to officially welcome you with a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies." I said.</p><p> Her smile became radiant, and she replied, "Please, come in, I’m Laura Mellson, and it’s so nice of you to welcome me. Follow me to the kitchen, do you like milk and cookies as much as I do?" she added, her eyes twinkling.</p><p> With a big smile, I said, "Love it!"</p><p> She led the way, and I sized her up. She looked to be about the same age as my 50 years, like me, she had kept her shape well, nice firm breasts, a big bigger than my 34C’s, a trim waist, and a little extra flare to her hips, just like mine, the shorts she was wearing showed off a nice, heart shaped bottom, and strong, but sexy legs. </p><p> I watched her as she got down two glasses, two plates, and poured out the milk. I could feel a stirring, even though I’m basically a hetero lady, her body, face, and sweet smile had warmed me up. </p><p> At the kitchen table, we exchanged a short bio of our lives, I told her I was 50, my husband had died in a car accident 3 years ago, and I was living alone. She told me that she was 51, her husband had been killed in an industrial accident a year ago, and the family home had become too much of a remembrance of how much they had, and would no longer have. </p><p> Her voice a bit unsteady, she said, "I figured the best thing to do would be to move, find a smaller house, get a new start."</p><p> Thinking that she was probably working out to keep herself in shape, I asked her if she’d like to join my health club, and was delighted when she accepted. It would be great to have a friend to go to the gym with me. </p><p> A few minutes later, I left, so she could unpack boxes, and I could do some shopping. </p><p> When night was starting to fall, I was restless, and I wondered if Laura was up to a glass of wine, and maybe some more talk. I picked up a bottle of Merlot, two glasses, and headed over. The front area of the house was dark, but I saw some subdued light through the windows overlooking the patio. I stepped onto the patio deck, and walking up to the patio door, I was just about to rap on it when my hand froze. </p><p> Laura was reclining on the couch, totally nude, her hands roaming urgently, hungrily over her body. She was watching a girl on girl porn DVD, a busty blonde and a hot, sultry redhead were making mad, passionate love, bodies twined together, Laura was watching the show, and stroking herself urgently. One hand roamed over her breasts, I watched her stiff, red nipples, fingers tweaking at them, her other hand buried between her legs, I could hear the moans and grunts of passion as she got closer to orgasm.</p><p> On the DVD, the blonde and redhead formed a lesbian 69, licking at each other hungrily, and that did it. </p><p> "Yes, yes, lick me baby, lick my cunt, god I love to be eaten, lick my cunt, yes lick it, lick it, cumming, oh fuck YESSSSS!"</p><p> Her body shook wildly, her voice spiraling up to a howl, as her orgasm grabbed her and shook her, her body shuddering in climactic joy, until she slumped back, breathless and drained. The TV screen went dark, and I got a brief glimpse of her silhouette in the doorway between the TV room and her bedroom as she went to bed.</p><p> My body was tingling in all the right places after watching that. I remembered my husband and our sex life, when we were married, we made love every day, on the weekends, at least twice a day. I masturbate frequently and satisfyingly, since I had been widowed. I was in no mood for the bar scene, quick, meaningless fucks from horny guys just eager for a body to fuck, and nothing more.</p><p> With images of Laura masturbating fresh in my mind, I soon found myself naked in my bed, my hands urgently roaming, touching, rubbing, caressing. Reaching down, I could feel the glistening wetness of my lust awaiting me, and my trusty 9 inch dildo slid deep up me with well practiced ease, I growled with pleasure as I felt my sugar walls get the splitting I needed. Sliding the dildo in and out, I could feel my hips start the thrusting, just like I would thrust my hips up at my husband’s 9 inch pussy splitter when we were married. With the fingertips of my other hand strumming at my clit, the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully and uncontrollably. I reached down and buried the dildo one last time, cupping my hand around my sex, I closed my legs around my hand and rolled over onto my side, shivering in blissful fulfillment as the climax shook through my body. </p><p> As I drifted through the dreamy afterglow, I reflected that I’d just had one of the strongest, most enjoyable orgasms of my life. The fact that watching Laura had warmed me up did not go unnoticed, and I was wondering how Laura would feel about that. Would she be mortified? Would she be happy? Would it fill her with a lust, and would she want to see me masturbating for her, want to see me in the grip of orgasm? The idea of being in the same room, masturbating with her made my body tingle. It had happened to me when I was younger, first with my sister, then at summer camp. My mind drifted back, as I recalled what had happened…..</p><p> My first year at summer camp, I was 11. We were assigned beds in a dormitory style cabin, the first few nights, sleeping in unfamiliar surroundings, and trying to sleep in a large room with so many girls, it was a struggle to get to sleep, so I was awake for a few hours. I could hear a few sounds like squeaking bedsprings, and what sounded like stifled cries. I was mystified as to what was making those sounds. </p><p> When I got home, I asked my 14 year old sister Nicole about it, to see if she could shed any light on the mystery. She heard me out, then giggled.</p><p> "No mystery about it, they were playing with themselves!"</p><p> Seeing my blank look, Nicole said, "Hooo, you don’t know what I mean, do you? Does the word masturbation mean anything to you?"</p><p> It did not, and Nicole gently explained about how girls could get funny feelings down there, and that masturbation, or "playing with yourself", could relieve those funny feelings, and make a girl feel really good. </p><p> After hearing this, I insisted that she show me what she meant, and she did. I stared, open mouthed, as Nicole stripped naked, facing me, a smile on her lips, she seemed to like the idea of being naked in front of her little sister, making sure I got a good, long look. Her breasts had started to develop, while I was still flat as a board, and Nicole had a sparse, wispy covering of dark pubic hair developing, while I was still bare in that area. The idea that I was seeing what I would become in a few years excited me. Nicole lay down, spread her legs, and with her fingers busy around her sex, she brought herself to a noisy, juicy orgasm. Those funny feelings down there were now in full flower inside me, my god, I felt like I was on fire.</p><p> "Strip down sis, and let me help you out" Nicole cooed.</p><p> In a few moments, I was naked before her. I saw Nicole checking out my body and my hairless mound with a twinkle in her eyes. I felt a feeling of tickling heat as I displayed my nude body for my sister’s eyes. She had me lie back, she lay down next to me, and then she gently took my right hand, and brought it down to my pussy.</p><p> "Now, stroke along your lips, tickle just inside yourself, feel the feelings grow."</p><p> I did so, and I could feel my body start that building excitement. </p><p> "Now, feel up a little higher, you’ll find a bump of flesh just above your opening, it’s called a clitoris. Stroke gently at your clit, keep it up, and you’ll get the relief you need" Nicole cooed. </p><p> I did as she instructed, and oh my god, what a feeling. It felt almost like electric shocks were zapping away at my inner walls, and I was letting out continuous moans and groans of pleasure. </p><p> "That’s it sis, keep doing that, let me see my little sister cum" Nicole whispered huskily in my ear. </p><p> That did it, and I could feel my body shaking, unintelligible sounds of pleasure coming from me, as I felt the first orgasm of my life roar over me. My god, I’d never suspected such all encompassing pleasure existed, and I heard an answering howl of joy from Nicole. Turning my head, I saw her next to me on the bed, legs spread, her eyes fixed on me, fingering herself wildly to another orgasm, spurred on by watching her little sister’s first climax.</p><p> At summer camp the next year, more 12 year olds had apparently discovered masturbation like I had, and in the darkness, lots more squeaking bedsprings, slick fingers, squelching sounds of slick fingers rubbing wildly at creamy centers, and stifled cries of pleasure filled the dormitory. I was one of them, rubbing at my horny little pussy, and hearing the symphony of lust around me, from other equally horny 12 year olds made my orgasm extra strong, I really had to stifle what would had been quite a loud shriek of pleasure. </p><p> Remembering it all had heated my lust up again, and with those images in my mind, and adding in Laura’s sexy body in the throes of orgasm, I plunged three fingers into my sopping cunt, and started to finger-fuck my self furiously, my other hand skilfully diddling my twitching clit, the wet squelch of my burning fuck-hole adding to my mental pleasures I was running. All too soon, I was thrusting my hips up, wishing I had a hard, horny cock fucking me, and again my horny cunt exploded, knocking the breath out of my body in a loud shriek of pleasure, my body shaking in the grip of orgasm as I felt my inner walls clutching at my fingers.</p><p> I reached down and cupped my sex, feeling the throbs of orgasm fading. I love to cup my hand over my mound right after climax. Closing my legs around my hand, I rolled over onto my side and let out a long, exhausted breath and stayed balled up like that for several minutes, feeling delirious and dreamy with contentment. </p><p> As sleep started to drift closer, I made up my mind to see what I could develop with my sexy new neighbor. </p>
After the collapse of the world government and its iron fist terror grip on power for 7 years mankind had been nearly decimated..
The remaining survivors vowed to never again make the mistakes of the past opting for the first time in human history for a stateless society where people would organize themselves as they see fit a panarchy.
Out of the ashes of the old world many of the survivors specially women had been sold as sex slaves by the former ruling elite and of those most had no skills other than prostitution. A group of these women created the order of the sex maidens
Like post apocalyptic Geishas and Scorts combination they differentiated themselves from everyone by never wearing any clothes only high heel shoes and a belt in which they carried whatever currency they preferred be it gold,silver or bitcoin the only surviving fiat currency of the old world, a sidearm and pepper spray for protection as the order vowed never to be victims again but the biggest currency they used to trade goods and services was sex itself.
At any moment they would be fondled,suckled and made to cum in exchange for just about everything under the sun if they wanted to use their sex as currency.
After many years the order rose in both prestige and popularity many girls dreamed of becoming Sex Maidens the order set 16 as the age limit and this where our story begins.
<p> Ashley Barselt stripped off her gym uniform, when she was naked, she joined the girls heading into the showers. Today’s class had been held outside, they had been holding tryouts for the school’s athletic teams, it had been a hot day, and she looked forward to showering the sweat off of her body. </p><p> Ashley was pumped up, she had the best times in the 100 meter, 200 meter and 400 meter, and her place on the athletic team was secured. Being 5 foot 9 inches tall, with a long, lean build, slender and well toned, powerful legs and a natural, easy fluid motion when she ran, it was like she had been born to competitive running.</p><p> The communal shower was full of the excited chatter of the class of 16 year old girls, lots of giggles as the soap was passed around. Ashley noticed some of the girls were washing each others backs, and some of the washing seemed less like scrubbing clean, and a lot more like stroking and caressing. It was no big deal to her, even though she had no interest in lesbian sex, she certainly wasn’t a prude, and if certain classmates swung that way, well, more power to them. </p><p> Something else that was very popular in this day and age among girls her age, was the bald pussy look. In the class of 20 girls, only herself and Allison Gorbell still had the full, lush pubic pelt. Ten of the girls had no pubic hair at all, they always kept themselves totally bald and smooth, while the other 8 girls in her class kept themselves well trimmed to a very sparse, wispy covering. </p><p> She noticed that her pelt of pubic curls got a lot of looks from the bare pussy crowd. It wasn’t a big deal to her, she wasn’t shy or modest, she knew that she had just as great a body as most of the class, and if some of the girls were curious as to what a full pubic bush looked like, no big deal.</p><p> With shower water dripping off her body, Ashley made her way back to her locker. With it being the last class, and today being a Friday, the girls were in a hurry to get dressed and out of school for the weekend. The bank of lockers where hers was was empty, and she reached in for her towel. She heard a noise behind her and turned. The ten girls who shaved their pussies were around her in a semi-circle. With sly smiles, Roberta Benson raised her hand, displaying a set of hair cutting scissors. Paula Bladesell displayed a razor in her hand. Faye Vanderbell showed the can of shaving gel that she was holding. </p><p> Ashley was startled at the way they were looking at her, then as she saw the articles they were holding, she started to get the picture. Probably want me to shave it off, she thought, right here and right now.</p><p> Faye said, "Gloria, go lock the door, make sure we are not disturbed." </p><p> As Gloria Senton went to do so, Faye smiled back at Ashley. </p><p> She said, "Really Ashley, that thick bush you have, it makes you look like a Playboy Playmate of 40 years ago, the unshaven bush look is so 1970’s. We want to shave you, right now. Nothing to be worried about, we won’t hurt you. Will you let us do what we want? Once you get a feel of your smooth, bare pussy, you’ll never let hair grow there again!"</p><p> Ashley was taken aback by the idea that they were going to shave her. The girls closed in, and Faye took hold of her upper right arm, while Paula took hold of the other. Their grips were not hard, or painful, but they were firm. </p><p> Faye said to her, "Relax Ashley, just relax. We know what we’re doing, we shave each other all the time. We like to wait until we have the shower just to ourselves, then out come the razors and the shaving gel. You won’t get hurt, we promise we won’t even nick you. Come with us Ashley."</p><p> Ashley realized protesting would be of no use, being outnumbered 10-1, by her classmates that were as fit as she was, she was in their control. Like it or not, her pussy was about to get shaved.</p><p> She said, "If you release my arms, I’ll do whatever you want, lead the way." </p><p> "Excellent, good girl, right this way Ashley," Faye said, as she and Paula released her.</p><p> They lead her back into the showers, and Jenni Nardstrim brought in a large inflatable air mattress. </p><p> Faye instructed, "Lie down here Ashley."</p><p> Ashley did as requested, as the girls formed a circle around her, she instinctively bent her legs at the knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her dark brown furry mound.</p><p> "Good girl. Ok Roberta, you start whittling it down," Faye directed.</p><p> Ashley could feel light touches of fingers and the cold metal of the scissors as Roberta started in. She could hear the clip-clip sound, and light brushes as Roberta’s fingers swept away the shorn hair. It only took a few minutes before the clipping was done, and Roberta nodded, evidently satisfied with her work. Ashley felt warm water being poured over her mound, rinsing away the stray strands.</p><p> "Excellent. Keep your legs right where they are baby."</p><p> Ashley felt the gel being applied. Just before they started the close in shaving, she saw Hanna Warner, the 5’11" pole vaulter, standing over her head, then she saw Hanna much closer, as she squatted over her face. Ashley stared up at the hot crimson flesh hovering over her. With no hair in the way, Ashley could see right up between the part of her slick lips, could see the dewy wet inner flesh.</p><p> "We like to shave each other after gym class. Getting shaved always makes me so horny, and watching other girls get their first shaving turns me on too. Just wait baby, you’re going to get really horny, just like me, just like my cunny is churning. Smell my sweet cunny baby, smell the delicious heated scent" Hanna cooed.</p><p> She lowered herself, holding herself just above Ashley’s nose, just as Ashley felt the razor make contact. She smelled the rich, steamy scent wafting around her nostrils, and she felt a pulse. Hanna was right, the gentle scraping of the razor over her pubic mound was making Ashley’s inner cunt start to churn.</p><p> Hanna cooed, "Smells good, doesn’t it? Come on Ashley, you can admit it. It doesn’t make you a lesbian." </p><p> At Ashley’s wide eyed nod, Hanna smiled and continued, "None of us are lesbians either, we just liked getting naked and shaving each other, our hot and horny cunnies coming together, in more ways than one. Now, tell me, are you getting horny? Is the shaving making your cunny hot and eager?"</p><p> At Ashley’s second nod, Hanna said, "Now baby, since I smell so good, would you like to taste my cunny? She’s really hot for your cute pink tongue."</p><p> With the shaving turning Ashley’s cunt into a heated center of lust, her juices bubbling up, Ashley nodded eagerly. Hanna smiled, she repositioned herself, and presented her bare, smooth pussy to Ashley’s mouth, hovering just above her lips, Hanna’s cunt was soaked, glistening with her juices, eager for Ashley’s hot, wet tongue to burrow in.</p><p> "Now, just slide your tongue along my lips baby, just lick whatever you feel like licking, oh fuck, I’m so horny, lick me baby, lick my juices." Hanna cooed huskily.</p><p> Ashley did as she was asked, and her tongue slid along the dewy slick lips. She got a taste of Hanna’s juices, the sweet, musky taste filled her mouth. Ashley wanted more, and she pulled her pussy closer and ran her tongue into Hanna’s dripping cunt, Ashley’s tongue slid deftly between her pink seam, and in, licking at the tight pink walls. Hanna grunted with pleasure and settled herself down, her pubes pressed against Ashley’s mouth. Ashley was getting a tasty gush of Hanna’s juices, making her cunt flutter with lustful twinges.</p><p> "Oh yeah baby, so good, you lick so well baby" Hanna crooned.</p><p> Ashley may have been new to the game of licking pussy, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. With Hanna encouraging her on, Ashley licked her furiously for a few minutes, then Hanna lifted her cunt from Ashley’s mouth and moved up to position her pink, hard clit directly over Ashley’s mouth. </p><p> "Now, lick my clit baby, my hard pink clit is eager for your tongue, lick my orgasm button, and make me cum baby."</p><p> Hanna lowered it onto Ashley’s waiting tongue and squealed with joy as she began licking it. She loved what Ashley was doing as she squeezed her head gently with her thighs. Ashley wrapped her tongue around Hanna’s hard, bulging clit, pulling at the stem with her tongue, and tugging gently on it, letting her tongue slide along the length of her straining clit. Hanna was squealing with pleasure, her breathing grew ragged and choppy, she let out a pleasure filled howl as she exploded, shaking and shuddering as her orgasm tore through her, Hanna’s juicy pussy gushing like a river, covering Ashley’s face with her hot juices. </p><p> As Hanna climbed off, Ashley felt more warm water rinsing over her pubic area. Then, she felt the hands of all 10 girls lifting her up, she was watching the ceiling as they carried her along, and she was set down gently on a pile of gym mats.</p><p> She heard Faye growl huskily, "Oh yeah, all bare and smooth, just the way we like it. Umm, you look so good with your bare smooth pussy baby, you look delicious, and I’m gonna show you how good you look, I can’t wait to taste you baby."</p><p> Ashley looked down, saw Faye’s head of short black hair dipping down between the spread V of her thighs. Her heart started to hammer in her chest as she felt a long tongue reach out, and start to lick at her desire slick lips, tasting her essence, then she felt the tip of Faye’s tongue softly probing her pussy, eager to burrow inside. Ashley let out a moan of pleasure, and her hands reached down, cradling Faye’s head, and pulling Faye’s face to her, eager to maximize the flame of pleasure that started to burn.</p><p> "Oh yeah, she’s got the feeling, yeah, go for it baby, enjoy the feelings, lick her good Faye, give her an orgasm that will make her toes curl with pleasure" Hanna cooed.</p><p> Encouraged by Ashley’s response, Faye started to sweep her tongue up and down, long broad strokes that made Ashley’s pussy sizzle with zings of pleasure. Ashley was letting out soft cries and noises of pleasure, she could feel herself climbing towards an orgasm that was gonna be a blowout. Her clit had risen up from its hooded canopy, bright pink, stiff and erect, and Faye eagerly surrounded her twitching clit, surrounding her throbbing pleasure button in her hot, wet mouth, her tongue swiping at it, pulling on it, and Ashley felt her orgasm quickly pick up speed, racing at her.</p><p> Hanna softly chanted, "Cum Ashley, cum for us baby, feel your clit being licked to a frenzy, and cum baby, cum!"</p><p> Ashley felt her deep inner walls start that telltale quivering, then her pussy convulsed, and her orgasm was on her, tearing a shriek of pleasure from her. Her juices started to run like a river, she felt Faye’s hot mouth eagerly sucking all her juices out, her pussy pulsed crazily, over and over, the exquisite pleasure flowing through her, my god, her toes did feel like they were curling.</p><p> As her orgasm started to ebb, Faye pulled her mouth away, and Ashley could see her face, shiny wet with the juices of her climax, smiling at her. Ashley was on fire, she wanted to kiss that face that had given her such pleasure, the fact that she was going to passionately kiss another girl was no longer of any importance. She beckoned, and Faye got the message. Their lips came together, mouths opening, and Faye pushed a helping of Ashley’s very own juices into Ashley’s mouth. Their mouths clung hungrily together, making Ashley’s pulse thump as they shared open mouth, tongue filled swirls of passion.</p><p> Faye pulled her mouth away, grinned, and whispered, "Would you like to lick my cunt, Ashley?"</p><p> At her eager nod, Faye took position, her coral lips parted, letting Ashley see all the hot, dewy inner pinkness, her lips swollen with excitement.</p><p> "Right there, slide your tongue in baby, I’m all hot and juicy, just for you" Faye cooed huskily.</p><p> Ashley did so, the tip of her tongue started to probe that soft, pink, inviting opening, bringing a squeal of pleasure from Faye. Ashley was quickly learning how to lick pussy, and how to do it right. It didn’t take long before Faye was squirming around on her mouth, Ashley’s mouth clamped around her clit, her tongue lashing at her throbbing orgasm trigger, squealing and crying out with pleasure as Ashley licked her to a thunderous climax. Faye let out a full throated shriek as she felt the squeezing urge, then the glorious feel of release, as she squirted her girl cum. Ashley felt her pussy get another blaze of lust, as her face got plastered with the juices of her 16 year old classmate. </p><p> After Faye climbed off, Roberta Benson took over, and Ashley was again licked to another glorious, teeth shaking climax, and when Roberta climbed aboard Ashley’s face, Ashley was as eager to give as she got. Her talented tongue licked eagerly, before bringing off Roberta to a glorious orgasm, Roberta was a squirter also, and Ashley got another sheet of girl cum splattered all over her face.</p><p> All 10 girls of the bare pussy group took a turn with Ashley, licking her to climax before climbing aboard and being licked to orgasm, cumming all over Ashley’s cute face. Hanna got to finish Ashley off, licking her to another toe curling climax, Ashley’s shrieks of pleasure echoing in the locker room. </p><p> Afterwards, Ashley inspected herself in the full length mirror, seeing herself totally bare, the girls had not missed even one strand, and as promised, no nicks. She liked the look of her smooth, clean shaven pubis, and running her hand down, and lightly cupping her sex, she liked the feel of it, too. Faye looked her way, grinned and asked Ashley if she’d like to be a member of the bald pussy club, and join them for their after gym class shavings. </p><p> "Oh yeah, I’d love to!" Ashley exclaimed, looking forward to wielding a razor. </p><p> "Excellent, we’d love to have you along. In a few days, with Allison Gorbell having that thick pelt, she’s next. Now that you are a member of our club, you can join us in giving Allison her first shaving. And, as the newest member of our group, you’ll get to sit on her face first." </p><p> Ashley was indeed eager, now that she’d gotten a taste of pussy to pussy sex, she wanted it, a lot more. Allison was hot, with very blond hair, and a pubic tuft to match, dark blue eyes, an almost angelic face, she was maybe 10 pounds heavier that Ashley, with orange sized tits and very prominent nipples, and a nice curve to her hips. She couldn’t wait to sit on that cutie Allison’s face, making that cute face lick her pussy. </p><p> "Count me in!" Ashley said with a grin. <br /> </p>
After the collapse of the world government and its iron fist terror grip on power for 7 years mankind had been nearly decimated..
The remaining survivors vowed to never again make the mistakes of the past opting for the first time in human history for a stateless society where people would organize themselves as they see fit a panarchy.
Out of the ashes of the old world many of the survivors specially women had been sold as sex slaves by the former ruling elite and of those most had no skills other than prostitution. A group of these women created the order of the sex maidens
Like post apocalyptic Geishas and Scorts combination they differentiated themselves from everyone by never wearing any clothes only high heel shoes and a belt in which they carried whatever currency they preferred be it gold,silver or bitcoin the only surviving fiat currency of the old world, a sidearm and pepper spray for protection as the order vowed never to be victims again but the biggest currency they used to trade goods and services was sex itself.
At any moment they would be fondled,suckled and made to cum in exchange for just about everything under the sun if they wanted to use their sex as currency.
After many years the order rose in both prestige and popularity many girls dreamed of becoming Sex Maidens the order set 16 as the age limit and this where our story begins.
<p><strong><em>I always thought me and my best friend Cami had a different friendship. It all started in 6th grade, I started noticing her in a different way than usual. She actually looked very hot to me. She was shorts and skinny with long blonde hair. I was taller with shorter blonde hair. We had started getting closer and stuff. I actually fell completly in love with her I just never told her. One night in 8th grade, I decided to invite her over to stay the night. When she arrived she was in very tight short shorts and Cami has such and amazing ass. We went in my room and laid on the bed watching television for awhile. We heard my parents go to bed. I looked over and she had her shirt pulled half way up, I couldn’t help myself I started kissing her stomach all over slowly. She smiled and seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did. The next thing I know she was taking off my shirt feeling my breast. She was running her thumb over my nipples making them very hard. She took my bra off completly, and started slowly sucking on my nipple. I moaned with pleasure it felt amazing. I slowly undone her belt and took her super tight shorts off. She very gently pulled my shorts and panties down. She began feeling my pussy and playing with my clit. I began to get very wet and she could tell. She slowly insert her middle finger in my pussy and moved it around then, she took it out and placed her pointer finger in my tight pussy and made a come forward motion which hit my g-spot and I had my first ever orgasm. I began moaning and groaning again she immediately began eating me out, that was a great feeling. I really enjoyed it. She done this for about 20 minutes</em></strong> <strong><em>or so, it was very pleasing. Cami could tell I was close to cumming and when I did she licked it off my pussy with pleasure. She then grabbed a vibrator out of her back spread my pussy lips and placed it inside. The feeling was sensational. I stripped her the rest of the way down and we began to have sex, of course Cami was wearing a strap on. After about 4 house of having sensational lesbian sex, we were both tired and decided to go to sleep we had a little make out scene before we went to sleep. I knew from that night on me an Cami were both lesbians in love.</em></strong></p><p> </p><p> </p>
A story of how both an older and younger woman experienced their first girl on girl lovemaking.
My name is Terry Evans and shortly after my divorce I moved into a small house of my own in a quiet mature neighborhood. After 5 years of living with a mentally abusive bastard I finally got the courage to leave. Fortunately I have no children and since I have a great job as a computer analyst, I do Ok financially. It’s been two years now since I’ve gotten over the whole ordeal but I still have feelings of inadequacies and insecurity that my late husband was so good at reminding me of. At 33 I think it’s time to get on with my life. I do have a few close friends but now that I live in another city due to a job transfer that I requested, it makes it more difficult to get together. Apart from long hours at work and the regular out of town travel during the week, I don’t do a whole lot of anything any more. I realized that that would have to change.
Winter wasn’t as busy for me around the house but in the summer, I would spend most of my weekends cleaning, catching up on yard work, doing windows and generally getting choirs done around the house. The property isn’t large but the previous owners had done a lovely job on the gardens and maintained house beautifully. I wanted to keep it up. I enjoy keeping busy around the house but it does get lonely from time to time. I’ve always been a homebody anyway and so last year I had hot tub installed on my deck. It’s really very pleasant dipping in on a clear cool night and watching the stars.
I had met some of the neighbors and had the couple next door over on occasion for a cook out and to use the hot tub. They were in their mid 40s and had a 14 year old daughter. Amanda was a cute little thing but sort of standoffish and shy. Sometimes I’d invite her over for a cold coke or lemonade when I was out cutting the grass or weeding and Amanda would often offer to help. Of course I never turned down the help. Over the course of the summer Amanda would hang out around my place and just talk to me as I busied myself in the yard.
"I never see you hanging out with anyone Amanda," I asked her, don’t you ever go out with your friends?"
She only had one close friend and she was in Europe with her parents. All of her other so-called friends were always too busy to hang out with her she explained. She didn’t have much to do this summer and her parents were too busy with their business to take a summer vacation with her this year. I more or less felt sorry for her since she was an only child and I knew she was bored and lonely to. Amanda took a shine to me and I liked her to. We spent many Saturday afternoons together just talking and she helped me out with a lot of my choirs. I decided to pay her for all that she does around the house and that would give her some spending cash as well.
One week I took a few vacation days and decided to take her to six flags amusement park for the day. I cleared it with her parents and we were off. Amanda had a great time and from then on she treated me like her big sister. Now at 14, a girl is very impressionable and Amanda would hang on every word I said and I liked the idea that I could make a positive impression on a young person. As for a personal life, I wasn’t having much of one these days and I enjoyed her company. As for dating, it seems all the nice guys were taken so I was content with just hanging out at home on the weekends. As it went, my sex life sucks and I regularly resorted to self-satisfaction. Regularly isn’t the word actually, it’s like every night and sometimes during the day if I could find the time. Being a computer analyst, I’m pretty savvy around the Internet and last year I discovered the adult chat rooms and porn sites. Although I never actually met anyone I chatted with online, I did do cyber sex several times and more often than not, it was with another female. It was such a turn on to think that another woman found me hot, all be it that it was just online. Secretly, this had become an obsession with me since I hadn’t considered the fact I would be attracted to other woman.
One night the sky was clear and the moon was full. I mixed myself a drink and decided to dip in my hot tub. I lit a candle and turned on some soft music. Being rather secluded behind a large trellis I removed my swimsuit and just sat in the warm water enjoying the relaxing evening. For 33 I thought, my body’s not so bad. My 36b breasts sit high and are nicely proportioned to my figure. I’m 5’6" and with spending so much time outside, I have a nice tan. While running my hands over my body I heard a slight noise in the yard. Although the moon was bright, I couldn’t see anything beyond the deck. After a few moments I was certain someone was watching me. A little scared I eased myself out of the tub, slipped my bathing suit on and went inside. A couple of minutes later I was startled when I heard a knock at the door.
As was her custom, Amanda walked in saying "hello?"
"Hi Amanda" I said, "You startled me, what’s up?"
"My parents are out for the night and thought I’d come over and hang out if that’s Ok?"
"Sure" I told her. I was just going back into the hot tub for a few minutes, want join me?"
Amanda ran back to her house and changed into her bathing suit. When she removed her wrap and I noticed she was wearing a string bikini that I had never seen before.
"Oh that’s so cute on you Amanda, you look very sexy with that on" I told her.
She blushed I think. Amanda was actually at that age when her body was beginning to form into a woman but her mind was in many ways that of a child. Her little breasts had grown to beyond the little mounds of last year and her hips were taking a nice form. The string bikini she had on only a V shaped patch in front and back for the bottoms and two small triangles and a string for a top.
"Does your mother know you have that?" I asked.
"No way! She’d kill me if she knew I bought this. I might have to hide it over here if that’s ok with you Terry"
I laughed and told her it would be fine with me. "You might as well not wear anything," I told her. "It doesn’t leave much to the imagination you know."
"I was hoping you’d like it," Amanda said with enthusiasm.
Ok, I thought. Now maybe I read more into it but I thought I saw her purposely sway up the two steps and down into the tub. I wondered if she realized it or not. What the hell am I thinking?
Well it wasn’t such a bad thought was it? I thought. I was feeling horny as hell these days and I never did finish what I had started just a few minutes earlier before I was interrupted. This is crazy, I was actually wet and not from the water. It’s a good thing that it was dark enough so as not to expose my obvious wet spot. Then the thought occurred to me that it would be fun teasing Amanda. Maybe lead her on and see how she would react, maybe flirt with her just a little in an inconspicuous way and observe how she handled the situation. Yes, that’s what I’d do. I’d tease her and send her home hotter than hell. She wouldn’t know what hit her and I’m sure at 14 she’s discovered the art of pleasuring herself. I think I was 12 when I first started so Amanda is probably doing it by now.
My thoughts came back to reality when Amanda asked if I was coming in. Snapping out of my obvious daze, she asked, "are you Ok?"
"Yes, no problem, I’m sorry if I was staring at you but I hadn’t noticed how grown up you are now."
"Thank you" was all she could say.
I brought my drink to tub side and slipped into the water. The water was warm and Amanda commented how much she liked doing this, especially at night in the dark. It was so cool she said. We talked a little about school for next year, boys, cool CDs and general girl talk. Later I asked Amanda if she could get me another drink and to grab herself a coke. I suppose I could have gotten them but surprising myself in this new found interest, I wanted to watch her get out of the water and maybe sway her way into the house. She got out of the tub and dried herself off a little. All the while I pretended not to notice but I was enjoying watching her with the light from the full moon glistening on her wet skin as she strutted into the kitchen. God I was getting hot thinking of the possibilities. My hands went for my pussy and I managed to finger myself a little before Amanda was back with the drinks. Boy that was stupid of me, I thought, now I’m hornier than hell and I’m going to have to send her home or excuse myself and go to the bathroom to finish myself off. As Amanda climbed back into the tub, I got up and steadied her with my hand on her arm. It felt electric and I was tempted right there and then just to pull her into my arms and hold her. I chickened out!
Once in the tub, she skirted across the water to get her coke and hand me my drink. I couldn’t help but notice when she reached for the drinks her little breast just about fell out of that tiny piece of cloth she called a bathing suit.
"It’s true, your Mom will kill you if she finds out you’re wearing that." I kidded her after noticing what almost happened and not exactly sure what to say or do.
"Please don’t tell her, I’ll get grounded for sure," she begged.
"Don’t worry it’s our secret," I assured her, "but it’s so small you might as well not wear anything at all."
I realized I had mentioned that now for the second time tonight.
"I don’t think that top would even cover my nipples" I joked, looking for a reaction from her.
Not realizing that she was staring, Amanda just looked at my breasts as I spoke. I think she was imaging my large mounds in that little top. We sat there side-by -side, sipped on our drinks and leaned back to make out the constellations of the stars. Amanda was admiring me for my knowledge of astronomy and would hang on every word I said in amazement. We hung out for another half an hour or so, and that night, Amanda left her little two-piece at my house and swore me to secrecy.
Over the course of the summer Amanda had joined me several more times in the tub and each time she would change when she arrived. Her parents knew where she was but I don’t think they knew we were in the hot tub on most of those occasions. I didn’t mention it and they didn’t ask.
One evening Amanda’s mother came over and asked if I wouldn’t mind keeping Amanda over the following weekend since her husband would be attending a trade show for work in Las Vegas and she’d like to go along. Her mom had asked Amanda to join them but she chose to stay home if her mom could find a sitter.
"If it’s Ok, can she stay with you?" her Mom asked and I agreed of course.
Amanda had asked earlier in the week if I could show her how to use MS Office on the computer as part of one of her classes for next year and if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s using a computer. I agreed that on the weekend when she was over I would spend some time showing her how to use Power Point and Excel.
I took the Friday afternoon off that day so as to be home for Amanda and to say goodbye to her parents. Amanda brought her backpack of clothes, her pillow, and a favorite stuffed toy, a huggy bear she called it, over to my place. We went out to Pizza Hut for diner and later went to the movies to watch Maid in Manhattan with her favorite singer Jennifer Lopez. Latter, we arrived back to my house around midnight and I could see that Amanda was fighting to stay awake. She thought it was pretty cool that we were out so late. I settled her in the spare room, right across from mine and told her I was going in for a quick dip in the hot tub before going to bed. "If you need anything I’d be right across the hall." I said. She thanked me very much for the pizza and movie and she gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek.
By the time I came to bed, Amanda was fast asleep and through the open door of her room brightened only by a nightlight and what little light slithered through from the hallway, I could see her silhouetted petite figure partially covered by the blanket allowing full view of her panties and bra. Her back was to me and from my vantage point I could see the rounded curves of her tiny waist and ass. I paused in the doorway for a few moments and took in the view and I enjoyed it. Instinctively, thinking she might get cold, at least that was my reasoning, I entered the room to cover her up. She stirred for a moment then I placed a kiss on her forehead and went to bed. Surprising myself at this new attraction, I lay in bed that night and thought about what should be done with this situation. I never considered that I would be attracted to woman, let alone a young minor but since I discovered the chat rooms, my interests and curiosities about having sex with another woman has been forefront on my mind. Maybe because my ex husband treated me like shit or I was so horny from not getting any in so long, what ever the reason, I was hot tonight. On one hand I knew Amanda was attracted to me, I just had that "feeling", on the other hand if I tried anything I could be in deep shit! If I could only think of a non-obvious way to make things happen.
The following morning seemed to present the right situation. I had gotten out of the shower and I knew her bedroom door was open. I didn’t bother dress or cover up after having my shower. I opened the bathroom door and figuring Amanda would be ready and waiting to use the bathroom, I casually walked out into the hall to my bedroom completely nude, greeting her as we passed.
"Oh I’m sorry Amanda," I said. "I didn’t think you were up yet. I’ll make us some breakfast in a few minutes if you like." I said casually.
Standing just a few inches away her, I could see the surprised expression on her face and she didn’t know where look.
"If you’re going to have a shower, just leave your dirty clothes on the floor and I’ll be back in minute to collect the laundry" I said to her as she broke her steady gaze.
"Ah sure, ah, ok" replied a surprised Amanda, and with that I went to my room and slipped on a pair of khaki shorts and T-shirt. I went back into the bathroom to collect Amanda’s bra and panties for the laundry and of course I tried to steal a peek of her naked body through the smoked shower glass doors. I couldn’t quite make her out with all the steam but it was a definite turn on for me trying to peak. Shit! I thought. I’m turning into a perverted old broad, I’m hornier than hell and it’s not even noon yet!
The morning flew by fast and that afternoon we went to the mall and did a few choirs around the house. We went out for diner so I wouldn’t have to cook and got back around seven that night. Amanda wanted to change her t-shirt since she spilled her drink on hers during diner. She came back down wearing a tight short t-shirt exposing her belly button and waist. God she looked hot I thought. I needed to find a way to seduce this little vixen and do it in such a way that I wouldn’t get in trouble. As promised, we settled down in front of my computer and I showed her how to use power point and excel. All the while I could smell her Tommy Girl perfume and the apple fragrance in her hair from her shampoo. During my tutoring I would lean into her, rub my breasts against her shoulders and arms without making it obvious and I would touch her hand with mine as often as I could as I helped her manipulate the mouse around the screen. All this close proximity to Amanda was making me crazy. I noticed her nipples protruding through her t-shirt and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I asked if she was feeling cold and she said not really. Uhm, I thought, that’s interesting! Now what? The sight of Amanda’s tight little body was having quite an effect on my common sense.
Just then an instant message popped up on the screen. I guess that is one of the advantages of having cable internet access, you’re always a online. It was my cyber lover "HornyGrl" At first I felt a wave of panic come over me but then I realized that this was perfect. "Hey honey, wanna play?" was the message on the popup screen. Amanda didn’t know what to do. She asked me who that was and I told her it I didn’t know but why don’t we have some fun with this. "Cool," she said. Amanda was already familiar with messenger and chat rooms and she knew how to work it.
"Go ahead and say ok" I prompted Amanda.
Amanda responded back and soon she was chatting. HornyGrl was one of my cyber chat friends that first opened my mind to girl girl fun. I guess she thought it was me and so she kept on chatting. I left for the kitchen to get Amanda a coke and me, a rum and coke. By the time I returned, HornyGrl was already trying to get down and dirty. She thought it was me chatting and based on her comments, she seemed a little confused with some of the posts that Amanda wrote. Amanda wasn’t responding back to HornyGrl like I would have and by now she was a little confused.
"Go ahead," I said, "be a little naughty and tell her you want her to kiss you all over, see what she says." Amanda smiled at me and typed in her response.
This went on for a few minutes and I could see Amanda was enjoying it. Maybe this is the opportunity to break the ice I was looking for I thought? I suggested we turn off the computer, get changed into our swimsuits and go in the hot tub. Amanda thought it was a good idea. It was a beautiful night and she said goodbye to HornyGrl and got changed. By now I was hot and my panties were soaked from leaking cum. I knew Amanda was affected by the hot chat because she looked a little flustered. She kept crossing her legs and her nipples were protruding out like two little headlights. She didn’t think I noticed or she would have been embarrassed.
"So who was that?" Amanda asked me after she came out to the deck. A little embarrassed and not exactly sure what to say, I told her that she always comes online and wants to chat with me. I don’t know who she is but all she wants to do is talk about sex.
"I like to talk about sex do you?" she asked me.
"Yes I do" I replied. "Sometimes after I chat with HornyGrl, I feel all tingly inside and it helps me sleep better." I told her, corny answer I know but it was the best I could muster up at the time. As it happened, it was a good answer for Amanda.
"Funny, I feel kinda of tingly inside to." She said.
"You mean like in your tummy or in your, you know, in between your legs?" I asked, hoping she would talk about it.
"Ya, in between my legs." She confided.
"There’s nothing wrong with feeling like that Amanda, it’s normal and when I feel that way sometimes I just go skinny dipping or I rub myself there until I feel better. It’s perfectly normal for a woman to feel that way. It just means you’re maturing." I reinforced her. "As a matter of fact, I kinda feel like that myself right now, all tingly and wet inside."
Amanda just looked at me in relief knowing in her mind now that she wasn’t the only one that felt like that sometimes. We were quiet for a few moments as we sat on the edge of the tub together, taking in the night and watching the rays of light from the full moon reflecting off the water bubbles that formed on the surface of the water.
It was Amanda who broke the silence. "I wish my breasts were bigger," she blurted out."
I almost choked on my drink. "Why they’re just perfect for your age. You’re only 14, they will grow soon enough." I reassured her.
"Terry, I think you have nice breasts, they’re so big." She told me.
I was a little surprised but certainly delighted that she brought it up. With that, I propped both of my breasts up with my hands and proudly displayed them for her just inches away.
"They’re not too bad I guess but they wouldn’t feel as hard and firm as yours though Amanda." Juggling them a little as I said it.
I thanked her for the compliment and asked her if she would like to know how her breasts would feel when she got older. I said "Go ahead, you can touch them if you like."
Amanda raised her trembling but eager hands to my breasts and cupped them over the fabric of my bikini top. Trying to keep her at ease as she felt the breasts of a mature woman for the first time, I then said casually, "They feel a lot mushier than yours don’t they?" All Amanda could do was nod.
"I had hard firm breasts like yours when I was your age and I used to touch them all the time. Do you touch yours a lot?"
"Sometimes," Amanda replied.
I wiggled a little closer beside her as we both sat on the edge of the tub with our feet dangling in the water and told her that I didn’t mind if she wanted to touch my breasts a little longer. Amanda looked relieved because I knew she didn’t want to stop touching them just yet but she didn’t want to make it seem obvious that she enjoyed touching them either. I read her thoughts and gave her the reassurance she was hoping for. I arched my back slightly giving her a good view of my breasts and I noticed her nipples were defiantly hard and protruding out her small tight bikini top.
"Do you like how they feel Amanda? I asked her. She just nodded as if in a trance. "Can I touch yours?" and with that I gently covered both of her entire small hard breasts with the palms of my hands and held them there as I felt Amanda’s petite sexy body shudder uncontrollably under my touch. I dropped my hands down to my lap and she did the same. "Amanda," I said, we have to keep anything we do here a secret from everybody do you agree?" I asked her.
"I would never tell because I’d get in big trouble" she said.
"Yes that’s true and so would I so lets just keep it our secret and be like secret sisters"
I gently touched her tiny breasts again through the fabric of an almost non existent bikini top and she lifted her hands to clasp mine.
"When I feel like this, I sometimes go skinny dipping, would you like to try it?" I asked her while we held each others breasts.
I was trying not to sound like I was begging but deep inside I was wanting her to strip for me. I was so hot for this little vixen I wasn’t sure just how far to go. I never considered myself to be attracted to woman or be bi sexual but some of my best cums were with other woman when I discovered sex online. After a few cyber sessions with other woman I knew it would be only a matter of time before I tasted the real thing. I just didn’t expect it to be with someone so young and I was surprised with my newly discovered fetish.
Amanda seemed ok with the whole thing so far. After all, it was she that was instigating some of the feeling up that we were doing and it was she that couldn’t wait to tear off her bikini and slip into the hot tub when I suggested it. I told her I go skinny dipping all the time especially at times like right now when I’m feeling all tingly inside. I told that sometimes when I get all tingly inside I rub myself and it feels better. With that I removed my bikini and placed both pieces on the deck.
"When you saw me nude this morning in the hallway, did you think I was sexy? Amanda stared and nodded.
"You know you are much prettier than me and I would like very much to see how really beautiful you are."
Amanda removed her skimpy suit and we both just stared at each other for a few moments. Her little pussy had some hair on it and she was just amazed at how hairy my bush was. I took her hand in mine and we stepped into the tub. I told her it was ok if she wanted to touch my breasts and she did. I played with her nipples and pinched and rolled them between my fingers. Amanda let out small moans and her little body was shaking.
"When you get all tingly inside Amanda do you like to rub yourself like I do?" I asked, figuring the time was right.
A little embarrassed and hesitant, she said "ya, sometimes."
"Well it’s nothing to be ashamed of you know, I do it all the time. I think it’s very relaxing," I assured her.
As we sat on edge of the tub with our feet dangling in the water, I started to rub my pussy.
"This is how I do it," I told her showing that it’s done slowly and which finger I use.
Her eyes were glued to my pussy as she watched me slowly rub myself. I was close to cumming and if I didn’t stop I’d probably scare her away.
Amanda was instantly glued to the sight of this beautiful older woman whom she had been attracted to for quite some time. Amanda was remembering the times she spied on Terry late at night when she was skinny dipping and playing with herself. She knew if Terry ever found out she would loose a friend. This is one secret she won’t share. Rubbing her pussy was nothing new to Amanda. She had discovered this forbidden pleasure last year when she first saw Terry in a bikini and went home to her room and dreamed about being hugged kissed by her. During the rest of the summer Amanda would try and sneak whatever peeks she could steal to get her thrills. When Terry would ask Amanda if she wanted to come over and hang out or help with some choirs, Amanda was more than willing to be there.
"I know you rub your self Amanda because I did by the time I was your age. Do you do it like this?" I asked.
"Ya kinda" she said.
"Hey, I have an idea, it’s only us girls here, let’s try it together?"
I think she nodded a yes and with that, I moved over and sat behind her with her between my legs. I instructed her to lean back into me and rest her body against mine. I reached my arms across her and down to her hot little pussy and started to rub her as if I was rubbing myself. I could see instantly that Amanda was enjoying this. Amanda positioned herself in front of me spread her legs and leaned back with her neck resting in between my breasts. I reached far, as I fingered her gently with one hand and rubbed her tiny but hard budding breasts with the other. Almost in no time, Amanda began to jerk and gyrate. She was cumming and cumming hard.
"Oh my God!" she screamed. "Oh that feels sooooo good! "Oh my God! Ah!" was all I could make out.
"I’m glad you liked it."
I leaned around and placed my mouth on her breasts. I sucked gently and Amanda went wild. Her breasts were very sensitive and she turned around wanting to suck mine but I told her she could have me later, but right now it was her turn to enjoy.
I swung Amanda’s legs out of the water and positioned her on the deck. I kissed her entire little body and sucked her breasts as she moaned and screamed with delight. I licked her from head to toe and sucked on her toes. Amanda was beside herself. I made my way down her slim hot body with my tongue to her waiting tight little pussy and began licking her gently. I sucked on her clit and brought her to the edge and back several times. Amanda was thrashing around in pure lust and wanton desire.
Finally I sucked her clit with one final long delicious suck and Amanda passed out. I was concerned at first but realized she was breathing and had what was an obvious smile on her lips.
I rolled over to her side and fingered myself crazy until I exploded in a river of cum, and I lay there still, reflecting on what I had just done.
Clearly, Amanda was exhausted and that night I guided her to bed, in my room with me, where we spent the night hugging, kissing, and sucking each others breasts and pussies until we both fell asleep.