Sister Hardy is a sweet Utah girl with a strong testimony, big breasts, and a crush on her companion. Of course, she can’t say or do anything about her feelings. But when her companion pops into the shower, Sister Hardy can’t help but notice that she left her worn garments on the bed. She has to know how the garments smell. When she hears the shower start, she clambers over to her companion’s bed and picks up the garments. She knows the underwear has been against her companion’s skin all day and all night long, and she presses them to her nose. They smell like her most intimate parts, her pussy and her boobs. The smell makes Sister Hardy fantasize about climbing into the shower with her and kissing her, touching her breasts, slapping her ass, and eating her pussy. She lets out a little moan.
Surely her companion wouldn’t notice if she put on her garments? With a quick glance at the door, Sister Hardy slips out of her underwear and into her companion’s. She feels really naughty, but she can’t stop. Her face is flushed, her nipples feel sensitive, and her pussy is warm and wet. She falls back onto the bed and pulls up the garment top. She grabs her big boobs, gently at first, and then she really yanks on them, imagining herself in the shower too, her mouth on her companion’s dripping wet cunt. Her hand travels down her body to her pink pussy and she begins to play with herself.
She lifts the garment to her nose one more time to get her companion’s scent, then she stuffs the sacred garment in her mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure coming out of her. She’s rubbing her pussy hard and fast now, imagining that her hand is actually her companion’s face. She pictures her companion licking and sucking on her clit, pushing her ever closer to the line of orgasm. She arches her back and moans. Her hand is soaked with her own juices.
As she pictures her companion finger banging her in the shower, she cums loudly and bites down on the garment. As her body relaxes and the warmth spreads through her limbs, she pulls the garment from her mouth, and puts her own garments on her companion’s bed to replace the ones she has just made filthy.
If only there were some way to make her dream of fucking her companion come true…
<p class="MsoNormal">I was only 9 when I learnt to masturbate. It came about in a very odd way. When I was 3 my so called no good fuck face dad who was 29 walked out on us for a younger woman or slutty girl of 18. This obviously left my mum single for a while and having to raise me alone as well work. I’ve always admired my mum for being able to do that. She had to give up a lot, going out with friends, and going to groups like local history that she enjoyed. Many of her friends helped out and looked after me to give her a night off to go out and do something but because of their lives it was rare. It also made me more self sufficient, responsible and independent, not to say I didn’t rely on mum for comfort when I needed it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> When I was 9 I had a bad night, I just woke up scared, whether from a thought or a bad dream I don’t know. I walked to my mums room oblivious to what I would find because I was so frightened I couldn’t hear anything. I opened her door and found mum on top of the covers naked, with 2 fingers inside her pussy fingering madly rubbing her nipples and gasping in pleasure. At that time I could tell it was a happy and good thing in my 9 year old mind just not sure what was going on. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Mum" I said "I think I had a bad dream" oblivious to the fact I was interrupting her. She bolted up and saw me in the door way, very very embarrassed she put on her nightie and told me come into bed with her. We talked about what might have scared me, because I didn’t know she just spoke to me until I had calmed down. Once that happened she then explained to me what was going on.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Now hun, I dont want to you be scared or worried about what you saw I was doing. Its a natural thing that older girls do especially when they live on their own." Is how she explained it. "Now go back to bed hun"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> I did and as soon as I got into bed I thought about what I had seen thought it was a nice thing so I took my PJ’s off and rubbed my nipples. I soon found a strange and fuzzy feeling through my body and my fanny was feeling all warm and needed to be touched. I did and found that rubbing it made it more fun and the fuzzy feeling increased. I then thought of what mum had done and tried to put my fingers into that hole we had for making babies. I followed mums example and started to go in and out and a few seconds I felt a wave of something coming over me I kept it up until it got so intense something happened. When it finished I felt like I had run a long way I was breathing heavily and weakened. Later on I leant this was called an orgasm. I enjoyed it so much I kept doing it when I could.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> When I was 10 my mum allowed herself to start dating again. Because I was responsible mum allowed me to be on my own at home. She found a few men and had short relationships with them. I never really knew why they didn’t last very long- relationships not sex. This course brought my attention to sex. I knew about it but not the actual side of it. Hearing mums moans and the man saying "here it comes". I found it made me fuzzy hearing it and would then need to finger myself.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> I started secondary school when I was 11 and met a few more friends one of which was Louise. She was like me and early starter! I found that out when she asked one to one if I had touched myself. I told her yes and we discussed it in private often. Outside the mutual masturbation interest we got along as really good friends sharing love of sports, music and theatre plays. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Louise was a very sexual girl having begun developing at 9, at 11 she already had reasonable breasts and was looking a bit older than the rest of us. I don’t think she was having periods. She lost her virginity, at 11, to an older boy. Her older sisters 15 year old boyfriend in fact. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh Sarah I had sex with my sisters boyfriend on Saturday morning. My sister was out at work and he comes over to meet her. We started kissing then we got naked and we had sex! It was great Sarah he loved it, told me I was tight, it hurt for 5 minutes but was ok after that! You got to try it baby!" They had their affair until her sister and the boy broke up which was 4 or 5 months later, I doubt she ever found out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> She would come in Monday after the weekend when she got to get to see boys and tell me about sex and what happened with him or later on with some other older boy she had met through friends. Sometimes was sex other times was just masturbating or being fingered and licked by some boy. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh its fun you should try it Sarah" she would say "Feeling his willy push into you and then he puts it in and out and then all this white stuff comes out the end and fills up the condom" Or she would say "Put his willy in your mouth and run it up and down then the same happens" Or "rubbing it hard for a while makes it do the same". </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> I found her stories a huge turn on and began to masturbate over them. Imagining being fucked by a boy and seeing Louise’s face in orgasm. I sort of fancied a boy at the time and imagined taking his dick and doing other things with him but as Louise had described them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> At 12, Louise began to experiment with girls. One of her older sisters friends was 16 and a lesbian. Some how Louise had managed to either seduce or be seduced by this older girl, although her track record would seem she let it happen. She told me of the events in huge detail often turning me on hugely. Sometimes I had to go to the loo in breaks just to rub my wetness. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh Sarah, it’s amazing her fingers fingering you and licking your clit. Its amazing you got to try it hunny"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Soon I had a revelation, I really fancied Louise passionately. I wanted it be me she went with doing all those things to! I knew because I began to imagine more and more her face and with me when I masturbated. We spent a lot of time together and I wanted more I felt love for her the love I felt toward my mum. I was 13 by now and had cute and perky tits and all the other things teenagers have. My sex drive was going into overdrive. I began to sleep naked for easy playing and well just the feeling of nakedness in bed. My mum had walked in on me masturbating a couple of times. She was fine with it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> After a few weeks I gathered up all my little courage and told Louise that I fancied her. She jumped for joy and told me she felt the same way and had wanted to tell me. From that moment on when we got a private moment we shared little giggles and kisses but never did anything further. Mostly because when we got to spend time together it was groups and going away for a length of time such as 15 minutes was noticeable. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> It was a huge turn around in my life I had never really fancied a girl before in such a manner but I couldn’t help who I was attracted to. Looking at boys I never really felt truly attracted to them just though of them in a sexy way because hey that’s what you’re supposed to do right?! Plus the idea of having something put inside me always turned me on so maybe that’s what I was going for!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> A month went by and my mum was going away for the day, yay! meant Louise could come over! She could have come over anytime I guess but I wasn’t sure I would want mum to be around when I was experimenting my sexuality with girls!! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> We made our plans. She came over in the morning. We didn’t hang around because I was horny as hell and she was just to excited about taking my virginity. Yes as a Lesbian I consider it my virginity, so deal with it! Louise and I kissed for what seemed like an hour and I must be honest it felt amazing, I had kissed boys when I was a confused little girl but this was so much better. So much excitement. We took each others clothes off and stood naked in front of one another, passion took hold of us and we kissed more and Louise took control, mostly as she knew what to do. She kissed me laying me on the bed. She held my sides then kissed her way down my neck and then to my perky tits. I was so horny I was breathing heavily gasping on each of her touches and kisses. My pussy must have been wet and so hot because I wanted to play with it I reached down but Louise saw my moves and got in the way. She closed my legs and held them shut with hers. I could feel the wetness and heat from her own pussy on the top of my inner thighs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "Let me deal with it hunny." She told me in a sexy voice that sent me wild. Kept playing with my breasts bring her hands up to squeeze and play with them rub my nipples. She was sending so wild I was moaning, gasping and writhing so much I think I looked more like a snake than a 13 year old girl. Louise certainly had learnt a lot and was massively experienced, she was only at my breasts and I wanted to cum so bad. She began to kiss her way down my stomach and then released my legs from her leggy prison. Louise opened my legs and licked my inner thighs up and down using her tip to tickle me. Then, with a big smile she moved her head to my pussy and blew over it. It sent shiver of intense pleasure over me and I had to have her release my lust. I wasn’t disappointed she pressed her lips over my clit and lapped at it for a few seconds and everything just set me off the build up, the teasing, the new sensations of tongue and another girls touch just sent my into the most intense orgasm I had experienced. I let out a massive moan maybe even a scream all I know I couldn’t hear myself. It took me a few moments to recover but as I did I found Louise was still licking my clit building me to another orgasm.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> She then pushed a finger into me and swirled it around making me orgasm again. After my second come down she put a 2nd finger in and began to finger me as I started to play with my tits. She licked my pussy all over fingering me hard and fast, kissing my clit licking it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> She kept going on me for about an hour I was having orgasms every 5 minutes. She stopped and came up and kissed me eventually we Frenched and I could taste my juices on her lips. After I recovered She went back down on me this time putting her tongue into me and like her fingers swirled it around like she did her fingers. She made me orgasm 2 more times before she stopped and cuddled me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> "My Turn! " I giggled and started to work on her, I won’t lie I pretty much did to her as she did to me, but it got the job done! I licked and nibbled her neck making her let out little gasps of pleasure. I guess I was doing right then! I kept going down then sucked and licked her nipples. I played long and hard with them and it was a huge turn on to play with someone else breasts and to see you turning them on was awesome sight. She didn’t close her legs so my access to her pussy was easy. I went down on her and licked her and pussy for the first time and it me a few licks to get used to the taste. I lapped at her pussy entrance working my tongue around her and with one of her hands pushing my head closer in. She started bucking like I had when our positions had been reversed. faster and faster I went with my tongue. I rubbed her clit with my finger tips and a few minutes later she came.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> I felt amazing having just made another girl orgasm. I popped my head back up to see Louise grinning ear to ear with her arms above her head. Obviously she enjoyed it. I smiled and pulled my self back up to her level and we kissed and cuddled for felt like hours. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> My mum came home so we quickly got dressed kissed each other goodbye and telling each other how much we fancied one another. We both went down stairs and I explained Louise was in the area and came over. Mum was none the wiser it was a regular thing that she did. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Louise and I kept our relationship quiet for the time being because young lesbianism at that time was still a bit taboo and also we were young. After about 4 months I came out to my mum who was a little shocked and a little saddened because it meant there would be no grand children (at the time- things have changed since then). She was ok with it and very supportive of me and Louise. We began to get more risky with were we had sex such as school toilets and fields, buses and trains, never getting caught, well most of the time anyway. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> When we older at 17 we began to expand our horizons in terms of our sex life. Louise is Bi so she would occasionally with my consent find men to shag. We once had a threesome with a man although the cock taking was one sided. I wanked him at Louise’s suggestion, but found it quite dull, and uninteresting so I never let him in. Later threesomes would just involve girls. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Louise and I dated for 6 years until University and college’s took our lives to separate places so we called it off. A sad thing but it just the way it was. Because of who we are and I have always made this part of my relationships is to be open, so has she, so when we can meet up we can have sex, usually also involving our girlfriends as well although sometimes we just want our own little moment. We both remain special to each other that’s why we do it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Since then we both have together and separately gone to sex parties, had a range of women different ages. My oldest was 52 when I was 19, youngest outside Louise was 14 when I was 22 but that was an accident I was drunk and she lied about her age… I also a few times had sex with my mum when things got very depressing for her. We dont regret it, it felt right when it happened. I got a one up over my step sister taking one of her best friends to bed and fucking her brains out. I became a Nurse and have sneekily had sex with a few willing patients. Whilst training I worked in a bar so you guess a few stories are there!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> At the moment I am very serious with a girl, Kerry, we have an open relationship to allow others in when we are away from one another and need to have sex, or go to sex parties or when we fancy a more-than-two-some. Also I became a sister when my mum met a guy, David. David was widowed some years before and couldn’t have children with his wife because she was sterile with the illness that sadly killed her. They met just before I moved out and could often hear their lovemaking. It was nice to hear mum having fun, I did cry tears of joy for her. She had my brother Thomas when I was 25 mum was 49, a few minor complications but both of them are very healthy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Of course I will share a few of the above stories over time! But if you have a preference just ask in the comment bit below.</p>
Sister Mauer is a hot young Mormon girl. And she misses her boyfriend. He misses her, too. They write letters to each other every week, and he keeps telling her that it’s really hard for him to wait for her.She worries that he’ll meet someone else and get married before she finishes her mission. And so she wants to do something that will let him know that she’s thinking about him, and also to remind him how beautiful she is and how much he wants to be with her.
One morning, while her companion is reading on the couch, she gets out a disposable camera and nervously enters the room. She feels really silly asking her companion to take pictures of her for her boyfriend, but she’s starting to feel desperate, and she can’t do it by herself.
“I got this camera, and I was hoping to send some pictures home to my boyfriend, because I know he really misses me,” she says. “Do you think you could help me take some pictures?”
Sister Pratt smiles and takes the camera. She has had her eyes on her pretty new companion since they were put together, and she feels like this is her chance to get somewhere with her. “Yeah. Oh, that’s cute! Where do you want to take them? Here?”
Sister breathes a sigh of relief. She was worried that her companion would think she was silly, or worse, that she would think sending pictures to her boyfriend is inappropriate for a missionary. She starts to fix her hair. “How do I look?”
“You look great! You look so beautiful.” She smiles and poses for the camera with a thumbs up. It’s a little awkward. Sister Pratt takes the picture, but she has to get her companion to relax somehow.
“Maybe the light is a little better here in front of the window? Come here.” She poses her tall, skinny companion in front of their apartment’s big bank of windows. She giggles as Sister Pratt takes another picture, then smoothes out her shirt. She knows her nerves are ruining these pictures. Maybe if they take a picture together? So she puts her arm around Sister Pratt and the two girls take a selfie. They hold the hug for a few moments, cheeks pressed together and arms wrapped around each other. Sister Mauer is starting to feel looser and she starts to pose a little more suggestively. She spreads her legs as much her skirt allows and leans back against the bannister.
Sister Pratt can see what’s happening. “What if we did something like, like you showed your leg. Pull your skirt up a little bit, just flash your garments a little bit.” Sister Mauer is surprised that Sister Pratt would even suggest that, but she and her boyfriend did fool around a little before her mission, and she knows he’d like that. She hikes up her skirt and looks at Sister Pratt. Her garments are just peeking out, and Sister Pratt takes a look at her companion’s long, perfect legs. She takes a picture.
Now that they’re pushing boundaries, she knows that each picture she takes should be an escalation, sexually. Sister Pratt helps her take her sweater off. Click. She unbuttons her shirt a little bit. Click. She untucks her shirt. Click.
Sister Mauer giggles. She’s clearly enjoying this little photo shoot. Sister Pratt comes over and starts to unbutton her shirt. “I think you should just take the shirt off.” Sister Mauer says no, weakly, covering her breasts with her arms. “Didn’t you and your boyfriend ever fool around before your mission?”
Sister Mauer isn’t sure how much to tell her companion, but she feels like she can trust her. “Well, we used to make out a lot. And he would, you know, rub himself against me.”
“What! Like, dry humping?” Sister Pratt asks. The frank conversation is making Sister Mauer blush, but she wants to say more.
“Once, he came in his pants. He was so embarrassed. It was really…hot.”
Almost without thinking about it, Sister Mauer has been unbuttoning her shirt, and now she takes it off. Sister Pratt can see her companion’s nipples through the sheer sacred underwear. The sight makes her feel so horny. “That looks really hot,” she says. Click. “Maybe take off the skirt too.”
Although Sister Mauer continues to resist, Sister Pratt can tell it’s mostly for show. She can talk her innocent companion into anything. Sister Mauer turns away and Sister Pratt unzips her skirt and then slides it off. She can see the freckles on her companion’s ass through the garments, and she touches them with a finger.
“Is this ok?” Sister Mauer asks. “The garments are really see-through.” Click. “Maybe one from the back,” she says, turning her hot ass to the camera. Click. She pulls her garment bottoms tight against her pussy. Click. She turns around and bends over the railing, spreading her legs, her ass in the air. Sister Pratt fixes the garments, then presses her thumb into her companion’s pussy. Sister Mauer gasps, but she doesn’t fight it. Sister Pratt rubs her thumb around for a moment, then settles back and takes another picture. Click. She pretends to fix the underwear for a second, and then pulls them right off. Sister Pratt immediately puts her hands over her pussy, but she’s laughing. She shows off her ass again, spreading the cheeks so that her companion can see her pussy. Click. How far is this going to go, she wonders?
“I think it would be really hot if you were touching yourself,” Sister Pratt says. Sister Mauer hesitates for a second, but she wants to touch herself, too. She loves showing off for her companion. She faces Sister Pratt and puts her hands on her pussy. Click. She starts to rub it, spreading the lips and slipping her fingers inside. Click. She lifts her garment top and pinches her nipple. Click. “Spit on your fingers,” says Sister Pratt, and then she puts her companion’s fingers in her mouth. Sister Mauer slides them back into her pussy, which feels wet and warm. She can’t tell if her companion is also getting off on this, but she herself has never been this horny.
She still has her heels on, and she puts one foot up on the bannister. With her legs spread, Sister Pratt has a perfect view of her hot pussy. Click.
Sister Pratt asks her, “Did you have an orgasm when your boyfriend came in his pants?”
“I don’t know. It felt really good.”
“Do you think you could do it again?”
Sister Mauer has several fingers pressed into her pussy. “I can try.” She rubs her clit and plays with her boob. Click. Then Sister Pratt hikes up her own skirt, wets her hand with spit, and starts to rub her own pussy. The sight turns Sister Mauer on even more. She starts to moan as she rubs her pussy harder, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling completely. Click. She’s not used to touching herself, and it feels so good. As she massages herself, she gets closer and closer to orgasm. Sister Pratt gets right under her pussy. Click. She’s breathing hard and moaning as she cums. Click. She stops rubbing because her pussy feels really sensitive.
“There’s one picture left,” Sister Pratt says. “I want to cum. I’m really turned on.” Sister Pratt puts her mouth on her companion’s tender cunt. She licks it gently, then presses her face in hard. She touches herself while she sucks. “Do you see what I’m doing? I want you to do this to me.”
Sister Pratt sits on the bannister and pushes her companion’s head into her cunt. It’s dripping wet and very sensitive. It only takes Sister Mauer a second to really get into eating her cunt. She licks it, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She can tell from the sounds Sister Pratt makes that she loves it. Sister Pratt pulls Sister Mauer’s hair hard and forces her face in deeper. Sister Mauer is playing with her own pussy with one hand while she forces her companion closer and closer to orgasm. As Sister Pratt gets ready to cum, she takes one last picture of her companion’s face buried in her hot cunt. And then she cums loudly, letting her companion know just how much she likes it.
When she has recovered, she gets down on the floor and kisses her naked companion. Sister Mauer realizes there’s no way she can send that camera to her boyfriend now!
<hr class="messageHeaderDivider colorK2" noshade="noshade" />I have had the hots for this sexy bitch for the longest time now. In the last couple of months we have flirted with one another but never had the chance to act upon anything. I was planning a trip to Florida and asked Janey to joined me for the weekend. I knew she would have to sneak away from her friends so I wasn’t sure how my fantasy with having Janey to myself at the condo was going to turn out.<br /><br />The day before I got there, Janey called me to tell me she would be there. Preparing myself for Janey was nerve whacking. I kept trying to calm down by either soaking in the hot tub or taking myself shopping but the closer the time came for her to show up, I was a nervous wreck. I still wasn’t sure if she was going to show up at all. <br /><br />Around 7pm or so, I decided to take a shower and try to relax. Like that was going to happen. Let me describe Janey to you. She is 29 years old, 5′ 4" tall, just past the shoulders brunette hair, 34C breasts, an ass to die for, and very hot pussy. Needless to say, Janey is one hot woman. <br /><br />As I was standing under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I was thinking back to the first encounter I had with Janey over 4 months ago. The first time I showed her I was interested. Then how it progressed and now I was wondering how far we/she would go.<br /><br />After giving myself a quick release, I got out of the shower and was sitting on the bed w/ just a short bathrobe on with nothing underneath. <br /><br />My mind was drifting, thinking about her hot body when she knocked at the door. When I opened the door, she was standing there in a pair of shorts that clearly showed her pussy straining to be released, along with her ass being nicely showcased. She was also wearing a shoestring halter that were hugging her 34C breasts nice and firm. Just looking at her made my legs go weak and my pussy was soaked. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.<br /><br />She was looking gorgeous and I was getting hot and horny very quickly. I told her to look around the condo while I got dressed. After looking around, We were sitting on my bed talking but I was spending more time looking at her smooth legs than talking. At one point, my towel fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick it up and when she did, her body brushed mine so close I could feel her warmth. <br /><br />I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her because she smelt fantastic. Her fragrance was so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. I kept thinking, was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.<br /><br />Then I don’t know what happen but I blurted out, "I don’t know if I can wait that long," I said it as if I was deep in thought and I was. I knew I caught her off guard and not sure of what to say, she finally said, "maybe you won’t have to" with a gleam in her eye. Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.<br /><br />"I promise I will make it worth your while," Janey said, reaching out and running her hand along my bare leg. I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had in a long time. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. <br /><br />I told her, "As much as I’d love for this to continue, I want you to be sure". My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on but I would wait if need be. After a brief moment, I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth. After letting her in to my awaiting mouth and receiving a deep and lingering french kiss, my headed was dizzy and I was soaked with sweat and needed another shower. I knew I needed to calm down and get myself back in control so I told her I was just about to take a shower and for her to unpack and make herself comfortable. I could see she was dissapointed I backed off but I needed to get my head back together before I could continue. <br /><br />That didn’t last long because when I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, there was Janey lying on my bed, naked but for a pair of thong panties. Her eyes were closed and her knees were up and spread. One hand was down the front of her panties rubbing tiny, quick circles around her clit while she pinched her pink nipple with the other.<br /><br />"My aren’t we horny tonight," I said, towel-drying my hair. Even from across the room, I smelled her arousal-that sweet aroma that made my pulse quicken. Moisture glistened off her fingers.<br /><br />Janey opened her eyes, looking at me through the fog of an approaching orgasm. Her gaze went from my face to my breasts, quickly falling on my tiny patch of brown pubic hair. Knowing her eyes were on me caused a tingle in my belly, and I shifted my weight sideways spreading my legs. The cool air met my moist pussy as it opened slightly. Janey licked her lips.<br /><br />"If you were really a friend, you’d come over here and help me with this," she said. "What’s in it for me?" I watched her fingers play her clit like a musical instrument. "This," she said, sticking her tongue out and wiggling the tip like a snake. "Come sit on this."<br /><br />With a high-pitched squeal, I threw the towel aside. I dove into her arms and we rolled around the bed laughing and hugging. I grabbed her hand from her pussy and brought it to my face smearing her cum on my lips. Then I sucked her fingers clean. "We should bottle this stuff," I said, smacking my lips. <br /><br />"Flattery will get you everywhere," Janey said with a wink. "Now get busy down below, girl. I need some loving." I propped up on my elbow and kissed Janey while I reached down pulling her leg up to caress it. She ran her hand affectionately along my face as we broke the kiss and I lightly traced her left breast. I could not resist her soft, sweet mouth so we kissed again. <br /><br />As I kissed her, I ran my hand down her side along her leg that draped across my hip. Her skin was soft; her fragrance was that wonderful hint of fresh peaches. And I wanted to eat her peach so bad.<br /><br />My mouth was on her breast, her nipple hard against my tongue. Janey moaned as I sucked, my hands roaming across her warm belly. Then I moved between her legs and laid down on top of her, licking and loving her other breast. She just stroked my hair, whispering how good it felt.<br /><br />I laid between her legs moving my eager mouth down between her breasts. I hugged her legs tight against my sides leaving wet kisses and nibbles across her stomach. She stretched her arms over her head in surrender. She watched me through half-closed eyes as I worked my way down her delicious body.<br /><br />Licking and kissing her inner thighs, I moved ever closer to her warm, moist pussy. I bit and chewed on the soft, sensitive skin on each side of her pussy; she was in heat and her scent was everywhere. I chewed and licked that wonderful soft valley where her thigh met her mound. A dark patch on her cunt told me how wet and aroused she was. I wiped my face across her pussy feeling the moisture on my cheeks. <br /><br />Janey spread her legs as I gently rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of the thong. She moaned, moving her hips in a slow, sexy rotation, responding instinctively to my touch.<br /><br />I reached up to her breast, caressing it as I sank my face back to her hot, soaked pussy. Her smell was intoxicating; I was drunk on it. I moved back up and sucked her nipple into my hungry mouth. Janey watched me as she continued to run her hands through my hair.<br /><br />Then we were kissing passionately, moaning into each other’s mouths, our arms wound tight, our bodies maneuvering to bring our pussies together. Janey’s hands were on my ass, loving me with tender strokes. We were grounding our cunts together in a slow, erotic rhythm.<br /><br />"You are so hot," I whispered into her ear. "You just say that to get in my panties," she said between moans. "Does it work?" I ran my tongue <br /><br />around her earlobe. "Every time." Then she pushed on my shoulders. "Now, do you wanna whisper sweet nothings or fuck me?"<br /><br />"Both," I said, and with a quick kiss, I was back down between her legs, licking every inch of her along the way. The cool sheets felt wonderful as I positioned myself on my stomach. Janey raised her legs and I swung them over so she was on her side with her ass toward me. <br /><br />I bit and licked her hip while stroking her panty-clad pussy, the material still soaked with her hot juices and strong, sweet fragrant. <br /><br />Hooking my finger in her thong, I pulled it aside and ran the tip of my tongue along her ass, sampling the tangy sweet flavor that was one hundred percent pure Janey. Her puckered ass looked so yummy and inviting, and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night loving it, it was a delicacy I would save for later. <br /><br />Then I rose up over her hip, pushing my face between her legs and forcing her on her back. As I stuck my nose in her pussy, Janey spread her legs in invitation, her panties now dripping with hot juices. I couldn’t wait any longer, finally the moment I had been dreaming off was here and I just had to taste her. <br /><br />Grabbing the seam of her crotch, I pulled her panties aside, kissing her tenderly. Janey stroked my hair as I gave her soft licks and sweet kisses. Just as I dreamed of, she had the most sweet tasting pussy and I loved licking her pussy lips until they turned pink and puffy. As she spread her legs, her outer lips opened like a flower and her warm juices coated my tongue.<br /><br />She moaned when I took long slow licks up and down her slit, her short pubic hairs tickling my nose. I could feel my cunt dripping while little spasms quivered my cunt walls. I gently placed her panty back over her pussy and pushed her legs together up in the air. Then I took each side of her panties, pulling them as she raised her ass off the bed. My heart raced when I saw the material reluctantly peel away from the sticky wetness of her outer lips revealing the closest thing to heaven I had ever known.<br /><br />I worked her panties up her legs, sliding them over her petite feet. Janey licked her fingers and squeezed her nipples while she watched me put the panties to my nose and smell her juicy peach and pussy. I was completely overcome with lust as her scent filled my head. I envied the delicate silk that snuggled her pussy all day.<br /><br />"When I die," I said with a wink, "I want to come back as a pair of these. I kissed the moist crotch. "As long as they’re my panties," she said, spreading her legs in surrender. She stroked her mound, getting it ready for me. Then she opened her lips wide, showing me nothing but pink.<br /><br />"Is this what you want?" I trembled. "More that anything.<br /><br />Pulling her knees up, she said, "Come eat your peach." Moaning with desire, I ran my tongue over her ass and up along her pussy lips, now <br /><br />coated with pre-cum. I moved her hands out of the way and spread her wide; her clit emerged, hard and round like a precious pearl. I licked <br /><br />and sucked it, feeling her hips respond. She gasped, telling me she was so ready to fuck.<br /><br />Janey ran her hands over her breasts, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and I knew she was drifting toward bliss. I slowly licked her <br /><br />letting my tongue slip down to her ass to remind me of that hidden treasure. While I licked her, I reached back, sliding my finger up and <br /><br />down the moist crack of my ass and into my cunt. I was so turned on, so wet. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked hard, moving my head <br /><br />back and forth. This drove her crazy and she screamed, squirming so that I could hardly hang on.<br /><br />Then I increased my attack, sucking her clit up between my lips, biting it, and jerking my head side to side like a feasting shark. Janey <br /><br />screamed for me to fuck her harder as she thrashed around beating the sheets and arching her back. With a final high-pitched squeal, her body <br /><br />stiffened and a delicious warm gush of her cum flowed into my mouth.<br /><br />I slowed my assault, eagerly swallowing her cum. Then I placed soft kisses all over her tender lips, so flushed red and swollen. "Come here," <br /><br />was all she said, holding her arms wide. I crawled up and she wrapped them around me as we kissed passionately.<br /><br />"You knew just what I needed," she said, shoving her tongue into my mouth. We laughed, kissed, and hugged. Then Janey turned me over and <br /><br />positioned herself between my legs.<br /><br />I wiggled my ass until I was comfortable. Then Janey leaned forward, licking my breasts, going from one to another with an unquenchable <br /><br />hunger. As she ravaged my nipples, she straddled my left leg, grinding her pussy into my thigh and leaving a wet trail. While she fucked my <br /><br />leg, she reached back and played with her ass. She breathed heavily as her pussy <br />slid along my thigh. Pre-cum flowed out, dripping down the sides of my leg. Then she lifted my right leg straight up and slid forward until <br /><br />our pussies met.<br /><br />As I rubbed her clit with my thumb, Janey went wild with passion and I was not far behind. I felt the fire ignite between my legs and start <br /><br />radiating up through my tummy; my nipples were ready to pop off. I grew light-headed and my chest heaved as we moved faster. <br /><br />The sounds coming from our mouths were no longer human but had turned to animal grunts and squeals. Janey’s eyes were closed as she arched <br /><br />her back, grinding her cunt into mine. Her hips were going a mile a minute. Janey brought my up-turned leg to her breast, stroking <br />and kissing my calf and ankle. Then with a shudder, she slammed her cunt into mine and climaxed. I cupped my hand under her pussy, feeling <br /><br />warm cum flow out. I brought it to my mouth trying to lick all the cum dripping down my arm. It was warm and sweet, only seconds ago deep <br /><br />inside her pussy. I savored every drop as I let it flow slowly down my throat.<br /><br />With a big smile, I said, "That was a nice start." "There’s plenty more where that came from" she said. I told her, "I know, now turn over <br /><br />and show me that fine ass."<br /><br />She did not have to be asked twice as she got on her elbows and stuck her ass up, her knees spread. "You smell so fucking good," I said, <br /><br />sniffing her like my dogs do me. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her ass crack and then buried my nose in her ass. Spreading her <br /><br />ass wide with my fingers, I washed her anus walls with my long, probing tongue.<br /><br />Her body trembled. Her mouth was everywhere kissing me, wet and soft. Spreading her cheeks, I ravaged her ass, pushing the tip of my wicked <br /><br />tongue at it.<br /><br />Janey stroked my legs and ass, licking my crack and pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could to let her get at every part. Then she slipped <br /><br />two fingers into my hot, soaked pussy and I saw stars. "I’m getting so close," I said, shoving my ass at her.<br /><br />I felt Janey’s fingers go deep and I clamped down on them. Then her thumb probed my ass and slipped inside. I went nuts.<br /><br />Janey shoved her fingers into my pussy and ass while she ran her tongue up and down my ass. My head was about to explode; I was squealing, <br /><br />grunting, and screaming her name. Then Janey bit down on my clit and I saw fireworks. My stomach sucked in, by body went stiff, and I came <br /><br />like a storm.<br /><br />Janey slowed down, gently stroking my pussy and ass with her fingers. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" "Oh, yes," I said <br /><br />breathlessly. As I caught my breath, she placed soft kisses everywhere. "Poor baby," she said in mock sympathy. "I promise never to do that <br /><br />again." I turned over on my back, holding my arms open. "That’s a promise I won’t let you keep."<br /><br />Janey kissed her way up my body until we held each other. "You’ll just have to beg if you want more," she said, kissing me passionately. <br /><br />"I’ve had my dinner," I said, breaking the kiss. "Now I want dessert." "I don’t hear any begging."<br /><br />"Please." "Please, what?" she said, her finger playing with my lips and tongue, our breasts pressed together. <br /><br />"Please turn around."<br /><br />"And what?" she said, slipping her finger into my mouth. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out. "You know damn well, so I can lick <br /><br />your ass."<br /><br />"You like my ass, do you?" Janey said, taunting me.<br /><br />"I adore it," I said. "Touching it, smelling it, licking it, sucking it, kissing it."<br /><br />She moaned. "Well, if you put it that way." She kissed me hard, running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. Then she slowly got up on <br /><br />her hands and knees turning around. Backing up, she lowered her ass to my face.<br /><br />I moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass to my mouth. I adored her body, I worshiped her pussy, but I craved her ass. Sticking my nose <br /><br />in her crack, I smelled sex, salt, sweat, and a hint of peach. Then I stuck my tongue out, tasting what I had patiently waited for and well <br /><br />worth the wait. I tongued fucked her fine ass for almost 30 minutes before starting on her hot, sweet pussy again…this time for almost an <br /><br />hour…building her up, letting her relax and then building her up again until she begged me to let her cum in my mouth! <br /><br />That was the first night…we made love until 3am. She never tongue fucked my pussy but did everything else. <br /><br />————————————–<br /><br />The next day…<br /><br />After sleeping in till 12pm, I woke Janey by tongue fucking her pussy. We then had breakfast and went and laid out by the pool for the next <br /><br />couple of hours. We then went shopping for some sexy, slutty clothes to go out that night. That evening we went out dancing and soon as we <br /><br />walked into the club, every guy and woman there was staring at Janey with her black short mini-skirt with a slit up the front and back <br /><br />revealing her ass. We danced together, ignoring everyone…kissing and playing with each other until we were so horny we had to leave.<br /><br />When we got back, Janey wanted to go for a midnight swim so we put on our bikini’s and snuck into the pool. After making out in the pool, we <br /><br />laid down on concrete looking up at the stars. <br /><br />After lying there holding hands, I knelt in front of Janey and started to slide her thong off. I let it slowly slip away from her ass, then <br /><br />her pussy. She didn’t resist but allow me to slip it completely off her. After I took the thong off her…I took a moment to put it up to my <br /><br />face and absorbed her sweet smelling pussy juices. Her body looked radiant and I could smell her intoxcating aroma coming from her now <br /><br />completely soaked pussy. I then started to massage her clit…kneeding it between my fingers…making it hard and rigid. As I play with her <br /><br />clit…I use my other hand to insert 3 fingers into her now dripping, wet cunt. As I gently work my fingers in and out of her pussy, I <br /><br />started to massage her nipples that are straining aginst her bikini top.<br /><br />I pause just for a moment to admire her again…still in awe of her beauty and still an uneasyness within me that I am so caught up in her. <br /><br />Not only is her body I can’t get enough of but her personality, her essence also. I felt like a fly caught in her web with no escape. After <br /><br />staring at her tight body for what seem like hours, I start again when I hear her moans of pleasure. I picked up the pace…thrusting my <br /><br />fingers in and out of her inviting pussy…each time going deeper. Her cunt juices soaking my hands. I squeezed her nipples harder and <br /><br />harder. Soon she couldn’t take anymore and her body starteed to convulse in pure estacy and she orgasmed with a sudden burst of energy. Her <br /><br />white, hot, creamy cum flowed out on my hands while I still had my fingers in her. I removed my fingers and put them in my mouth so I could <br /><br />taste her sweet nectar. I sucked every drop off and then I got between her legs to lick and suck her still hot pussy…making sure I didn’t <br /><br />miss a drop. She tasted so good and sweet, her juices still warm. <br /><br />As I continued to tongue fuck her, she started moaning again so I reached into my tote bag and pulled out my strap-on and put it on. I then <br /><br />turned Janey over and lifted her ass up so I could get to her doggy style. Her not knowing what was coming, I shoved "my cock" into her hot <br /><br />pussy…she took every inch and wanted more. I pounded her pussy harder and harder with each stroke. With one hand I grab her hair and pulled <br /><br />her head back and with the other hand I reached underneath her and started pinching her nipples. All the while, she was screaming fuck me <br /><br />harder, harder…deeper. I continued to ram her harder with each trust. As we are both about to cum…I put two fingers into her ass, which <br /><br />sends shock waves through her body. As I pull out, her juices run out down her thighs.<br /><br />I then started tounge fucking her ass because I knew it wouldn’t take her to long to regain herself and start again. When I finished, I <br /><br />turned her over,laid her on her back. After I gave her a long, deep french kiss, I went down on her one last time…tongue fucking her <br /><br />swollen pussy hard and fast. Within minutes she was cumming again.<br /><br />———————-<br /><br />The next morning I was looking in the mirror checking out my ass in my jeans and Janey said I think you have a bump on your ass.<br /> <br />I pulled off my jeans and said, "Why don’t you check and see?" Flushed with excitement she watched my bare ass in the mirror behind me. Her <br /><br />excited finger examined me down there like she was looking for something. She then pushed me down on the floor and she continued <br />to finger me. She met my mouth with hot hungry kisses. She fondled with my breasts without asking, just took charge. When I whispered her <br /><br />name, she glanced up from my pussy with a delirious face full of sexual heat. She kissed me all over my body over and over till I climaxed. <br /><br />That day, whether we were in the car, in a parking lot, wherever we were, she was giving me tongue kisses that excited me so much I could <br /><br />hardly cope with anything because I was wondering when–how soon–we will be in a room alone where I can satisfy her. She always leaves our <br /><br />sessions making sure I am completely satisfied with her and this is her power over me. <br /><br />Her teasing kisses made sure I didn’t stray to anyone else while down there, again a good use of her power. While we would be playing at the <br /><br />condo, she would get kinky. One of her fetishes was to pull my shorts down to my knees and lay me over her big pillow lap and <br />spank my bare bottom with her hand. When she was on a roll she spanked hard.<br /><br />Another fetish she likes, which is one of mine also is dressing up and role-playing. One day we had just finished a walk on the beach when <br /><br />Janey decided we would play nurse once back at the condo. We opened the drapes enough to watch the ocean waves pound the shore. Wearing a <br /><br />nurses uniform we bought the day before, she removed my clothing slowly, methodically, putting things away, watching the whole time to see <br /><br />how it affected me, a wicked look in her eye and she finally tucked me under the blankets, but not before she rolled me over and <br />paddled my ass.<br /><br />"I’m the nurse, its time for your exam, Missy," she said smiling down at me as her hands molested me thoroughly, satisfying herself anyway <br /><br />she pleased while her mouth gave me hungry kisses. I was her candy store. She pinched my nipples hard while two of her fingers penetrated my <br /><br />pussy and fucked me till I nearly came. I moaned and signaled my approval but before I could have my reward, she felt my forehead and said in <br /><br />her "nurse" voice that I might have a fever and she needed to check.<br /><br />She then stuck a thermonter in my ass and with my vibrating dildo that I brought with me, stuck it to the tip of the thermometer that was <br /><br />buried in my ass, and a pleasant thrill went through me. I rested my head and wondered what all she had in store for me.<br /><br />I wasn’t sure I could handle too many surprises in one day. She had striped down to her thong. "Doesn’t that feel nice?" I got a mouth full <br /><br />of titty and fingered what I could reach of her clit – we were off to the races with the role-playing.<br /><br />Then she took 2 lavender silk scarves and tied my wrists and ankles. She swatted my bottom with her back hand till the stinging began <br /><br />stimulating me and I was beginning to lubricate. I wiggled around to escape the pain. She told me to be still or I would be a "VERY SORRY <br />LITTLE GIRL!" and switched to spanking me with her open hand.<br /><br />After spanking me, she went into the bathroom and came back out in a silk robe and lotion. She rubbed lotion on my ass to sooth it, then <br /><br />untied me, laid me flat on my back, spread my legs again, and tied me back up again. She then pulled back her silk robe to reveal my strap on <br /><br />and got between my legs with it. She eased it into my pussy and took some strokes inside me, but before I could cum, she pushed it carefully <br /><br />up my ass and fucked me till she was satisfied I was going crazy. The wicked lust filled her face with glee. I was dying to cum. <br /><br />She released my wrist restraint and pulled me up to her lips and said sweet things. She positioned me for a 69 with her and I licked her clit while she fingered my pussy with three of her fingers.<br /><br />I sucked and kissed her breasts and nipples with abandon, first one then the other. (Our excitement was over the top.) I did my best to satisfy her. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with me straddling her lap facing her. She fondled my slick pussy and ass and kissed the top of my head, holding me tight. <br /><br />My arms circled her neck as I sucked her flawless tits. We both came hard as I rode her thigh to orgasm (her fingers tucked into me from the rear) and I fucked her pussy with the vibrator while sucking those C tits as I went. We laid on the bed and relished in our release.<br /><br />As usual <a href="mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org">email@example.com</a>
<p> "You stay under your shower for a few minutes baby, we’ve got a few things to set up, then part 2 will be ready" Missy cooed in my ear.</p><p> I nodded, smiling, and felt Missy’s mouth press tightly against me, I opened my eyes, looked into hers, and I felt my lips warming against hers, I could feel myself melting against her soft, wet lips, and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. Oh my god, that felt so hot, I love passionate kisses, and was discovering that it wasn’t really the gender that mattered, it was the person. Ever since we were 15, I’d felt exciting tingles when I’d thought about kissing Missy, although I was way too scared to act on them. What if I’d exploded our friendship, that would hurt so much. Now free to act on what I’d felt for the last 5 years, I eagerly returned the kiss, a long, passionate press of lips and tongues. I could feel warm pulses of pleasure coursing through me as our lips shared the passion we felt. When Missy broke the kiss, I could feel my face flushed with excitement, my nipples stiff, erect, and achy, and my pussy pulsing warmly. Judging by Missy’s flushed face, I could tell that she felt the same way. </p><p> Missy stepped out from under the shower, and I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the streaming water, reveling in the feel. I felt like all my tensions, all my inhibitions, all the crap of the outside world, was draining away. The idea of spreading my legs, and having 20 horny ladies dining on my pussy still gave my pussy a pleasant sense of warmth. Even just a few years ago, the idea would have struck me as being perverted and deviant. I smiled, I was glad that they had stripped me, not just of my clothes, but also my inhibitions, and shown me how unperverted it was. </p><p> I was drifting, and I suddenly heard Missy whisper, "Ok Syndie, take my hand and follow me."</p><p> I stepped out from under the shower, and saw that the patio area had been covered with large inflatable air mattresses. She led me along, everyone following, to a large wooden chest. She turned to me, smiling.</p><p> "This is what I call Missy’s Toy Box" and as she swung up the lid, and I looked inside, she giggled "with lots of toys for our boxes!"</p><p> Missy wasn’t kidding, I gazed down at all the toys of pleasure. Vibrators of all shapes, sizes, and colors, big, long double headed dildos, those looked like real pussy stuffers, smaller dildos with harnesses, everyone was gathered around, and Missy grinned at our expressions.</p><p> "Before Syndie becomes an old married lady, she needs to let go, and enjoy a last fling before the ring gets put through her nose!" Missy said.</p><p> She may have sounded like she was kidding, but I saw the look in her eyes, and caught the undertone of what she was really feeling. She had said that there was no way she was getting married, she couldn’t stand the idea of becoming some man’s wife, it made her feel ill to be labeled as some man’s anything. </p><p> Missy continued, "And what better way, than an all girl orgy?"</p><p> I watched as hands reached in, choosing toys. I noticed my Mom and my fiance’s Mom taking strap on dildos, my Mom had a black 10 incher, shaped just like a real cock, while my fiance’s Mom Donna had one just like it, except it was a baby pink color. My Mom took Bonnie Longbow by the arm, and led her to an air mattress. I felt my arm being taken, and Missy was smiling at me as she took me to the air mattresses. We were right next to my Mom and Bonnie, and my Mom was laying back, and Bonnie was squatting over her face, urging my Mom on.</p><p> "Ummm, oh yeah, lick my pussy Lisa, make me cum, make my cunt squirt, make me cum all over your face!" </p><p> I watched the exciting spectacle of my Mom gripping Bonnie’s hips, and pulling her down tight against her face. Bonnie let out a squeal of pleasure as my Mom hit her hot center. I was tingling with lust, but also a bit scared. I wanted to lick Missy, just like she’d licked me, but I’d never licked a pussy before, and Missy was going to be my first. Oh god, I hoped I wouldn’t be a dud at this.</p><p> Missy knew me, after 14 years, she knew what I was thinking, as she whispered, "I’m gonna be your first one, right?" At my nod, she smiled and said, "Don’t worry Syndie baby, you’ll be great. And, it’s an honor to know that my pussy will be the first one you licked, I’m claiming a virginity of yours! Ok baby, are you ready?"</p><p> I nodded, my heart thumping, and she told me to lay back. She put a pillow behind my head, she swung her leg over my head, and then her pussy was inches away from my face. Oh god, the view was incredible. She had shaved herself clean all around her opening, and her hot crimson love flesh hovered over me, I was gazing up at Missy’s beautiful sex, almost hypnotized at that hot pink opening all shiny and wet with her juices. The erotic scene just made my pussy surge with heat. I could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs against my face, and the scent of her in heat almost made me dizzy with desire. Her neatly trimmed triangle of red pubic hair above her opening was glistening with drops of her juices, and I could feel drops starting to patter my face, she was dripping with desire.</p><p> "Umm, oh yes, yes, you’re so sexy baby, and I’ve been eager for you to lick me. You’ve made me so hot and juicy, my pretty pussy needs your tongue. Do you think my pussy is pretty baby?" Missy whispered.</p><p> "Oh Missy, it’s beautiful, your pretty pussy is like a work of art sweetheart" I cooed, my voice thick with desire.</p><p> Missy crooned, "It’s all for you baby, lick me however you like, take your time, and enjoy your first time licking pussy, you’ll love it!"</p><p> I was fired up to the max, I couldn’t wait to taste that sexy, beautiful pussy. I looped my arms over her hips, and pulled her down against my mouth. I could see her eyes wide with desire, looking down at me as felt my tongue reaching out, shyly, and then the soft, sizzling feel of my tongue stroking gently at the folds of her pussy. Missy let out a moan of pleasure, and I was wildly turned on by the hot, erotic taste of her juices. I started to eagerly lap up the dripping juices, they tasted too good to not do so. I let my tongue roam, licking more forcefully along Missy’s luscious pink inner lips. One taste was all it had taken, once I’d gotten a taste of Missy’s peppery, musky juices, hell and wild horses wouldn’t have stopped me. I pulled her pussy tightly against my mouth, and I went to work.</p><p> "Oh yeah, feels so good baby, ummm, oh yes, lick me baby, make me cum, I’ll give your sweet face a special bridal shower when I come all over your face!" Missy growled huskily. </p><p> With encouragement like that, I was eager to make Missy cum. My tongue started dipping deep into Missy’s fiery center, licking up all the peppery, musky juices flowing out, oh, she was so wet, so delicious. I may have been new to the game of licking pussy, but I felt I made up for it with enthusiasm. With Missy encouraging me on, I licked her furiously for a few minutes, then Missy lifted her cunt from my mouth and moved up to position her pink, hard clit directly over my lips. </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> I surrounded her with my mouth, my waiting tongue started to swipe at it, and I heard Missy’s squeal of joy. I heard a shriek of pleasure from right next to us, and I slid my eyes over, to see Bonnie bucking wildly on my Mom’s mouth, and the splatters of girl cum gushing all over my Mom’s face. Bonnie quickly moved back, nudged herself against the dildo and slammed down, letting out squeals and grunts of pleasure as she took in the entire 10 inches in one thrust.</p><p> "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes, fuck me fuck me!" Bonnie growled. </p><p> Missy’s hands caressing my head brought me back to the here and now, and she whispered, "Oh yes baby, so good, so good, gonna cum baby, oh yes, gonna cum, yes, yes oh YES!" </p><p> She let out a loud moan of pleasure, and then I felt the release. My face got the bridal shower she was promising me, as I felt her girl cum start to jet, thick, hot streams spraying all over my face, oh yeah, it felt so fucking sexy to get such a wet, juicy facial. </p><p> Right next to me I heard the howls of orgasm as Bonnie rammed herself to another pussy squeezing climax. Oh my pussy was burning up, Missy slid off my face, and I saw my fiance’s Mom Donna standing over me, smiling, that 10 inches of baby pink strap-on pleasure so ready for me. I spread my legs wide, and I felt Donna take position, and nudge her dildo against me. </p><p> Missy was ready for more, and my Mom wanted a go at her, now that she had cum all over my face. </p><p> "Ok baby, on your hands and knees!" my Mom growled. </p><p> Missy eagerly took position, and my Mom got behind her.</p><p> "Ok Missy, I want you to ride my cock, doggy style!"</p><p> My fiance’s Mom seemed to be watching my Mom and Missy, then my Mom looked at her, smiling, and then, as my Mom nudged her dildo against Missy’s up-thrust pussy, and slid it in, in one smooth stroke, Donna did the same to me at the same time, in one smooth push, my pussy was stuffed. Ummm, my fiance had a seven inch cock, but the feel of that ten inches splitting open my pink walls was a whole new world. I let out a cry of pleasure, and Missy growled, and urged my Mom on.</p><p> "Oh yeah, fuck me Lisa, ram my cunt with that big fucker, let me have it!" Missy cooed.</p><p> "Feels so good, fuck me Donna, fuck me good!" I growled. </p><p> Donna smiled down at me, and started a rhythm, the feel of my tight pink walls getting split open by the hard thrust of that big pussy splitter, ummm, it was pleasure and then some, and I was getting a fantastic fuck. I looked over, saw Missy’s face a study in bliss, as my Mom gripped Missy’s hips tightly, pumping her pussy from behind. My Mom saw me watching, and growled, "You’re next sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you so good baby!"</p><p> That send a shot of lust through me, the idea that my own Mom was going to fuck me! I wrapped my legs around Donna’s waist, tilting my hips up. I wanted every last bit of that dildo jammed up my cunt, oh fuck, I was in a red haze of lust, and I let Donna know exactly what I wanted. </p><p> "Oh yeah, give it to me", I gasped, "Let me have it! I want you to fuck me as long as you can! Give me all you got, Donna! Fuck my cunt, fuck me! I’m an overheated little slut who needs to be fucked hard. Fuck me, fuck my burning cunt! I love to be teased and fucked by your big, hard cock! Let me have it, slam my pussy! Fuck me, fuck my fiery fuckhole, fuck my overheated cunt, fuck my brains out!"</p><p> Donna growled, "Oh yeah, such a sexy little bitch, umm, feels so good to fuck my future daughter-in-law. Feel my hard cock fucking you baby, and just cum, cum like crazy!"</p><p> I was letting out continual cries and moans, fuck, it was too good, and I could feel it building, then I felt the trembling deep down, and I knew I was gonna cum, oh fuck, I was gonna cum like a fucking train.</p><p> "Fuck, oh fuck yeah, gonna cum, make me cum Donna!" I cried. </p><p> Donna cooed, "Oh yeah, cum for me, cum like a lust filled daughter-in-law, cum like a horny little slut, do it baby, cum all over my cock!" </p><p> That did it, and I let out a pleasure filled shriek as I felt the spasms start, my pussy pouring juices around the plunging dildo, exploding in a giant gush of pleasure. Dimly, I could hear Missy letting out shrieks of joy as my Mom pounded her to orgasm. Both Missy and I were wrapped in the grip of climax, it just made me wild, Missy and I exploding at the same time. </p><p> I felt Donna withdraw, then she repositioned herself over my face. Um, yeah, those hot pink folds, all shiny and wet with her juices. The lust scent of Donna’s crimson center made my pulse pound, and I wanted to see her tattoo. I lifted me eyes up, and studied the design. A long branch with a rose on it, was twined around a branch with a carnation on it. Just above the branches, were the letters L T, written in a cursive, very stylized form. I wondered about what it represented. </p><p> I asked, "Donna, what does your tattoo represent?"</p><p> She grinned and said, "Well how about you think about it for a while. But for now, my sexy soon to be daughter-in-law, your face needs another bridal shower. Eat me baby, I’m so wet, lick me, and make me cum all over your sweet face!"</p><p> She lowered herself down, and I looped my hands over her hips, to bring her into contact. My tongue slid along her lips, and I was rewarded with a gush of juices, umm, oh she was so wet. The sweet, erotic taste fired me up, and I hungrily went for her sweet treat. As I eagerly licked her nectar, and she squirmed above me, a part of my mind marveled at how different the taste of Missy’s pussy, as compared with Donna’s pussy. I realized I had a lot to learn about the fine art of lesbian love. </p><p> Donna was making little noises of passion, and she cooed, "Ummm, finger fuck me baby, ram my pussy, I wanna gush all over your sweet face!" </p><p> I placed two fingers against her, and as I went for her stiff, hard clit, I jammed in my fingers as deep as I could. She gave out a growl of pleasure.</p><p> "Yes, oh yes, fuck me baby, yeah, make me cum!"</p><p> I eagerly did so, wanting another facial shower. My fingers slid in and out, fucking her dewy wetness, I could hear a squelchy noise as my fingers were stuffed deep into her soaking center, over and over. Her clit was twitching wildly in my mouth, my tongue lashing at it.</p><p> "Fuck, oh fuck yes, gonna do it, yes, yes, fuck, YES!"</p><p> Donna’s voice rose to a howl, I could feel her pussy tighten down, clamping at my fingers, and I felt the squirts hit my face, oh god, she was a real squirter, and my face was plastered by her cum, jetting all over, giving me another facial bridal shower. I mouthed the flow, loving the erotic taste of her juices all over me. </p><p> Donna swung up, and my Mom was standing over me, that 10 inches of black dildo, wet and shiny with Missy’s juices smeared all over the shaft, ready to fuck me. I was almost going crazy, the idea that Missy’s juices were going to lube up that stiff cock for my cunt, was keeping me red hot. I could see a smile of sheer lust cross my Mom’s face. </p><p> Donna grinned, and said to my Mom, "Uummm, your sexy daughter is one fine ride, ride your sexy daughter Lisa, you’ll love it!"</p><p> They joined lips, mouths opening to each other, sharing tongue filled swirls of passion. My Mom broke the kiss, and growled at me, "Ok Baby, now it’s my turn!"</p>
Teri comes home from work and as she opens the door, there stands Janey. She has a drink in her hand for Teri. Before Teri takes the drink, she puts her arms around Janey, and gives her a big hug and long and dearing kiss.Welcome home honey, Supper will be ready in a few. Let me help you out of those work clothes. Now Teri, you know I want you to wear something arould the house until later in the evening. When you run around the house with nothing on but a smile, I cant get anything acomplished. You know all I would want to do is to run my tongue all over your body, and get the days work loads and problems licked away. Here, put this silk robe on. I know it just covers you down to your sweet cunt, and anytime you bend over, I get a peak at what I will have for desert. I am so glad you let your cunt hair grow, and I can see the dark shadows between your legs when you are wearing the short robe.As you put on the robe, take the drink, and set down on the sofa, the boys come running to you. I’m sorry if the boys are not to attenitive tonight, I have just about worn them out today. Between the two of us, we may have to get another dog. Do you think that they can keep us with us???? Dont let them lick your snatch, you know I want to lick away the slight prespioration from your cunt, or did you play with yourself today, and have a great amount for Janey to lick??? Do you think the boys will be able to take both of us on tonight? I just love it when we are taking them at the same time, and we get to cum toghter. Last week, I loved it when Max was fucking you doggy style, and you and I were in the 69 position, you sucking my juicy cunt, and me licking yours as Max was pouring the cock to you. I was able to catch all the drippings from the two of you, and you were surprised that when Maxs and yourself came, I was able to swallow all of it. Not a drop in the bed.Is one of your boy friends coming over this weekend? Will he bring a friend for me?<font face="Tahoma" size="2"> <hr size="1" /></font>
<p> I was excited, it was a glorious June day, sunny and warm, I was getting married in three weeks, and my friends were throwing me a bridal shower. They’d been planning it for quite a while, and it had been like a state secret. No one was giving me any hints, they just told me that it would be a bridal shower like no other, then giving me a cryptic smile. My natural curiosity was aroused, and I was very eager to see what they had cooked up for me. </p><p> It was being held at my best friend Missy Woodrow’s house. Well, more than a house, it was a mansion. Melissa (or, as her friends were encouraged to call her, Missy) had inherited the mansion, plus her parent’s sizable estate, when her parents were killed in a plane crash 3 years ago. Missy was determined to live life, enjoy it, as she had seen, you never knew when you number was up. </p><p> Missy and I had grown up together, we had met when we were both 6 years old, and 14 years later, we were still best friends. Missy had been eager to have the shower at her place, so, at 1 PM, I rang the doorbell, and was ushered into the mansion by her butler. I’d seen the inside many times, no doubt Missy needed a small army of people to keep it in good running order, I joked that I’d feel like I’d be agoraphobic, living in so much space. Missy, her eyes bright, greeted me in the library.</p><p> "Syndie, great, now that you are here we can get the party started! James, we’ll be out on the patio, see to it that we are not disturbed" Missy said.</p><p> "Very good, Ms. Woodrow" James replied, in a cultured, respectful tone. </p><p> We stepped out through the patio doors, and I noticed that the windows looking out on the patio had thick, heavy blinds covering them up. I wondered idly about that, then I was surrounded by the guests, there were 20 in all, 18 friends, and the mother of the groom, Donna Selton, and my Mom, Lisa. We were all talking and chattering, as we drifted over towards the pool.</p><p> "Okay everybody, time to give Syndie her shower!" Missy exclaimed.</p><p> I suddenly felt myself surrounded, and my god, I felt several sets of eager hands working to remove my clothing. I felt the buttons of my blouse being undone, other hands were unzipping my skirt. My now open blouse was slipped over my shoulders, deft fingers unhooked my bra, and I felt my tits swing free as it was tossed aside. My skirt fell to puddle around my feet, and a set of hands swiftly slid my panties down. I realized that I was now totally naked, and I felt a rumbling of disquiet down in my belly. Being totally nude amongst 20 women who were still clothed was a situation I’d never been in before, and I did my best not to let that small worm of worriness grow. My fears were allayed somewhat, when all the 20 women started to strip, not just to bikinis, oh no, they all got themselves as bare ass naked as I was. </p><p> I gazed around in amazement, I’d never seen so much nudity on display ever. I looked at my Mom, and my fiance’s Mom Donna, at 43 and 45 years old, they may be the oldest women in the group, but their bodies were in fine shape. My Mom had a flat stomach, tight, firm ass, orange sized breasts with hard, perky nipples, and had the same blonde hair and green eyes that I had. My fiance’s Mom Donna, had a more voluptuous shape, wider hips, with a wickedly sexy curve, a slight tummy swell, and big, luscious breasts, with big dark rose colored nipples. Having been born in Italy, her skin tone was more olive, with hair as black as a raven’s wing and rich, dark eyes. I was somewhat surprised to see that their pubic mounds were bare and smooth, I was even more surprised to see them sporting what looked like new tattoos just below their navels, reaching down to where their pubic hairlines would begin. I couldn’t make them out too well, I’d be eager for a closer look. I had gotten my regular Brazilian just yesterday, I was waxed bare and smooth, my fiance loves the bare pussy look, and I love the way it feels to be bare and smooth. I detested pubic hair, and was determined to never let it take over my pussy. Realizing I’d been gazing at Mom and my Mom-in-law while feeling a sexual rush pulse through my pussy, my face felt flushed and hot. I moved my gaze around, taking in all the sexy shapes of my friends, a smorgasbord of body shapes. Wide hipped Rubenesque beauties, slender and lithe bodies, and everything in between was on display. I felt that I stacked up pretty nicely, my ass was a nice heart shape, my breasts were a very firm 36C, and my fiance could never get enough of me. Just casually walking around his apartment nude could get him going every time. </p><p> I realized that my nipples were stiff and hard, I felt my pussy starting to squirm, my god, I was so turned on. It was helped along by the hot, lustful gazes of my friends that were directed at me. This was a revelation to me, the most I’d ever done was have a few make out sessions with a girlfriend in high school. We never got beyond feeling up each others tits, I think we were both scared too go any further. The idea of liking a girl in that way didn’t seem right. Now, the idea that I could be turned on like this was something new to me.</p><p> Missy said softly, "Time for your shower, Syndie."</p><p> She took my hand, and led me towards the pool. It was a big pool, olympic sized, and at one end, a smooth wall led up to a second deck. Missy smiled, flipped a switch, and a waterfall started on the second deck, pouring down water like a giant shower. The water splashed down on a deck style projection, and drained right into the pool. Missy smiled, and led the way in to an area where we were standing right behind the falling water. She then gently urged me onwards. </p><p> "There you go baby, stand under the waterfall, and get a great shower" she said softly.</p><p> I stepped towards the spray, noticing the no slip tile floor underneath the falling water. I stepped into the flow, and reveled in the feeling of that warm water cascading down my body. The feel of that water sliding down my nude body amplified the pulse of heat that was in my pussy, I was getting more turned on by the minute. Everyone was gathered around the pool, watching as my naked body was caressed by the falling water. My Mom was coming towards the waterfall, carrying a plastic pool chair. My fiance’s Mom Donna joined her, and they joined me under the spray. They set down the chair, and had me sit in it. I was now just in front of the falling water, feeling the warm mist of it covering our bodies. Then My Mom and my fiance’s Mom gently grabbed me behind each knee, lifting my legs up and apart. I could see this position was putting my pussy on display, parting it, and I could feel my lust climb higher. </p><p> "Okay Missy, as the hostess, you get the first taste" my Mom said. </p><p> I watched, my pussy starting to pulse, as Missy grinned at me. Oh my god, I was so hot, my best friend was about to lick me for the first time, my cunt was so hot and so horny, I needed some relief. </p><p> Missy cooed huskily, "Uhmm, oh yes baby, so nice, so smooth and bare. I adore pussies bare and smooth, just like yours. I’m gonna love licking Syndie’s pretty pussy."</p><p> She knelt down, I saw her licking her lips, then I felt the exquisite fire of pleasure as I felt her mouth at me, her tongue zipping out, and licking at my lips. Oh my god, yes, that felt spectacular. I looked down, saw her head of long red hair going at me. I cradled her head in my hands, stroking at her hair, and told her how good it felt.</p><p> I gasped out, "Oh fuck, oh my god that feels so fucking good, lick me Missy, my cunt’s burning, lick me baby!"</p><p> Missy was spurred on, knowing that I liked it, and she went at my churning box with a force, her tongue digging deep, licking all the juices my cunt was churning with, then she spread my lips apart with her fingers, and slid her tongue up, up, and swiped it over my clit, repeating the exciting slide of her tongue again and again. My clit was rock hard, bright pink and sticking out, eager for more.</p><p> Missy cooed, "Oh yes, so eager, your nice stiff clit is so ready. Time for you to cum baby, feel what my mouth does to your beautiful clit, and cum like crazy baby!"</p><p> I felt her mouth surround me, my throbbing clit encased in a hot, wet heaven of sucking and tongue lashing, and I felt the rush race at me. I grabbed her head and pulled her tightly against my pussy, eager to maximize the contact, and I felt the all encompassing wave of orgasm grab me. I let out a shriek of pleasure, I could feel my juices pouring, flooding Missy’s cute face as I grunted, growled and squealed my pleasure, my body shaking and jerking wildly. I kept her face tightly against my spasming pussy until my orgasm had spent its force inside me. </p><p> I looked around, and saw the line up of my guests, and as Bonnie Longbow took her place between my spread legs, and eagerly began licking at me, I realized they were all lined up to lick my pussy. Oh my god I was going to be licked to ecstasy over and over. Bonnie’s expert oral ministrations on me took my mind back to focus on how well my pussy was being licked, and I cuddled her head to my pussy, stroking at her short blonde hair as she went at my throbbing pussy. I was being turned into a hot and horny cunt, whose purpose was to cum, and cum, just fucking cum all over the place! I grinned, I could do that, and I felt another rush as Bonnie’s slid two fingers up me, hitting my G spot and bringing me to a noisy, gushing release. My howl of pleasure filled the air, and I looked down, feeling my cunt pulse crazily, gushing my girl cum all over Bonnie’s eager face.</p><p> I growled with pleasure as Carlene McCallum then took her place between my thighs, and again I was being licked to ecstasy. The afternoon became a blur of pleasure, as my friends all took a turn at me, licking me to orgasm after orgasm, my churning cunt cumming over and over, fuck, I’d never cum so much, in so short a time.</p><p> I felt my fiance’s Mom Donna, release her hold on my knee, and Missy took hold of it. I watched, in a haze of lust as my fiance’s Mom took her place between my thighs. Donna ran her nose all over my pubic region, swirling her tongue around my smooth, hairless mound. She gently spread apart my inner lips, her nose sniffing at me.</p><p> "You smell lovely", she whispered, "I can’t wait to taste you."</p><p> I was so wet, I could see my juices bubbling up, my cunt aching for more attention. Donna lowered her face, and I felt her tongue reach out and make contact. Being so wet, I barely felt the first soft caresses of her tongue. As her tongue started to swab more forcefully at me, my moans of delight urged her on, and soon she was driving her tongue deep into my hole, wrapping her tongue around my clit, and tugging on it. Finally, she brought her fingers into play, and brought all her talents to bear on my aching pussy. Donna was no novice at lesbian loving, she took me up and over quickly, I cried out, cumming hard around her fingers, gushing juices out for her tongue to lick up. She stood up, grinning at me. Here was this beautiful woman, my future mother-in-law, her lips and chin covered with my juices.</p><p> I felt my Mom release my leg, Donna took hold of it, and I felt a rush as my Mom whispered, "Now it’s my turn." </p><p> My mind churned, the idea of my Mom going down on me. Incest, it sounded so nasty, so depraved, and the perverse thrill of it made me more than eager, I could feel my cunt aching for the touch of Mom’s tongue. I could see my Mom grinning at me, and she knelt, and took position.</p><p> "Ummmm, my sexy daughter has such a pretty, sexy pussy, and I’m gonna lick you baby, I want you to squirt all over my face!" my Mom cooed huskily.</p><p> Her head moved forward, kissing all over my pubic triangle, I moaned from the exciting sizzles, and her tongue slid out, and glided up and down my bare, slick pussy lips. She eagerly plastered her face against my pussy, her tongue slid inside, licking up my juices, as her fingers gently spread apart my tender folds. Ohh god, the feeling was so fucking nasty, perverted, and so fucking enjoyable, I just let it go, and let my Mom have her way with me. </p><p> "Yes, oh fuck yes, lick my pussy Momma, lick me until I squirt, I wanna plaster your face with my girl cum!" I growled. </p><p> My Mom was spurred on, and oh boy, she was no novice at pussy licking either. Her lips and tongue were hot, sure, and knew just where to lick me, bringing constant moans and growls of pleasure. My Mom kept at me, nibbling gently, tasting me, making hot, delicious love to me with her mouth. My clit was twitching, hard, erect and straining for Momma. She drew my twitching bud gently into her mouth, and I was now panting with desire, as her tongue went to work on my throbbing clit. I was feeling the rush of another oncoming orgasm, she shoved two fingers deep, and started to polish my G spot. Oh fuck, that did it, and I let out a full throated shriek of pleasure, I felt like I was being eaten alive as I exploded. I humped up at my Momma’s mouth, my pussy started to squirt, gushing my juices, and my Mom got a face full of my girl cum as I howled and thrashed wildly as my whole body convulsed in ecstasy. Momma kept her mouth tightly against my pussy, not letting me go until the last pulse of orgasm had spent its force.</p><p> My legs were gently lowered, and the chair was lifted backwards, and I was back under my bridal shower. </p><p> Missy whispered to me, "Enjoy baby, that was part 1, now, wait’ll you see what part 2 of your bridal shower entails!"</p>
<p class="Standard" align="center"><strong>My First Time</strong></p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">Well, it really felt awkward at first, for both of us.<span> </span>I got each of us a drink, and we sat down to find out a little more about each other’s likes and dislikes ‘in bed’.<span> </span>What turned us on when we were either with another woman, or in my case, thinking about it.</p> <p class="Standard">Dallas started off saying she liked kissing another woman, and wanted to know how I felt about it. I responded with,<span> </span>“It really turns me on to watch, and I’m really dying to experience it myself…….<span> </span>with you”.</p> <p class="Standard">“Okay….what about touching, or…. being touched…. do you like both,…or one…or the other?” </p><p class="Standard">“I really like both…..but I don’t know, since this is my first time….. not that I don’t know what to do, but I feel hesitant… or maybe leading, or being first to make a move…”</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">“That’s okay,<span> </span>I’ll be a little out of my character today, and lead.<span> </span>I’ve always tended to like to please the one I’m with, rather than myself.<span> </span>Well….do you feel comfortable in here….. or somewhere else in the house?”</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">“Ummm…..the bedroom…..uh…..this way…”</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">She follows me into the bedroom, and as I kind of fumble with the pillows on the bed, she begins undressing.<span> </span>I watch her for a few seconds, and then begin to undress as well, very slowly, and not taking my eyes off her.<span> </span>I’m down to my bra and panties, as she stands before me…naked…..I slowly finish taking off my clothes.<span> </span>We both stand there a few seconds….taking in what our eyes see, as our heartbeat rises….with a familiar hunger deep inside.</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">She looks into my eyes and says…“Shall we start with a ‘kiss’….or do you just want to touch…and feel?”</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">I answer her by bringing my lips to hers…..so soft…sweet….our tongues tease each other….while our hands start to roam, and caress, and our bodies move to feel skin on skin.<span> </span>She then pulls her lips away…..only to lick and suck my hard nipples.</p> <p class="Standard">My hands feeling and squeezing her firm butt….then moving up to her small firm breast, her nipples hard….bigger than mine….</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">She slowly moves down my body,…kissing,….licking,…..down to my clit…. I spread my legs….backing up onto the bed,<span> </span>as she kneels to tease my clit with her tongue and message my pussy with her fingers….I know I’m already wet.<span> </span>She licks…..sucks….sticking her tongue inside me,<span> </span></p> <p class="Standard">then her fingers ……Oh God…..how many times did I cum….I don’t know…. </p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">Knowing I’d just came really good….she looks up at me and says “Too bad we don’t have any ‘toys’.</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">Of course, I smile saying, “Ah….but we do” as I proceed to reach for them.<span> </span>Finding out she doesn’t actually own any.<span> </span>Too self-conscious to go to a store and buy them.</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">I pull them out of the bag, showing her each one, while telling her what I like about each one of them.<span> </span>There’s one particular one, I explained, that I always start out with.<span> </span>I turn it on, showing her how it worked.<span> </span>Then I lay back using it on myself until I quickly cum with it, as she watches.<span> </span>When I came again,<span> </span>I ask her if I can use it on her.<span> </span>She answers by laying back. I turn it on and place the little rabbit against her clit.<span> </span>She jumps a little at the sensation….then welcoming the feel and….inviting more.<span> </span>I tease her sweet spot until she cums, then I lick the tip, and slowly insert it inside her wet pussy.<span> </span>I could tell she was heading straight up to that place I call ‘seeing stars’.<span> </span>She came several times while I moved it around inside her, pushing it in and out of her very wet pussy.</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">I then pulled it out, and turned it off….her body still in spasms of pleasure.<span> </span>I kissed her……worked my lips down to tease,…and suck her nipples,…..while my hand….fingers….messaged and teased her pussy, making her cum again with<span> </span>my fingers inside her.<span> </span>Kissing her stomach…..down her body with my kisses…..to her sweet wetness.<span> </span>Wow……she really does taste sweet.<span> </span>I lick….and suck as once again her body goes into spasms of pleasure.</p> <p class="Standard"> </p> <p class="Standard">Wow……time flies…..when you’re having fun…..we have to get dressed now.</p>
<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.