Looking

It was a warm September night when I first tasted the flesh of a woman. Sweet and tender. I had always imagined rubbing my young body against another woman's body, feeling her breasts against mine. Feeling her fingers in between the soft pink folds of my cunt. I had always imagined my first experience as something planned, so it was quite unexpected that my experience would happen the way it did.

I was looking for new school clothes, hoping to find everything I wanted before everyone had ransacked the stores. The last store on my trip was the lingerie store. As I entered the nearly empty store, the woman behind the counter asked if I needed any help. I quickly told her that I needed a 34dd cup, but it looked as though they didn't have one. She told me I would need a special fitting.

As I stepped towards to dressing room I noticed her body. She had a nice shape, nearly six foot, with long brown hair hanging down her back. She was wearing a clingy silk dress, and in the heat I could see sweat trickling between her full breasts. She lead me into the dressing room and told me to remove my shirt. I promptly removed that, and she pulled a tape measure from the sewing table near the wall. She asked my to remove my bra, and as I did I saw her looking as my full breasts. I stood almost a foot below her, my eyes level with her nipples. She caught my glance, then quickly turned away, grabbing a piece of fabric. I longed to suck on her now protruding nipples. She turned back to me and started measuring, several times touching my nipples. I asked her what her name was."Cassie, what's yours?" she replied, taking several more measurements.

"Jay," I replied, and thought to myself how much I would love for Cassie to touch me, in ways I had not yet experienced but hoped to soon. I found myself almost panting from lust. "Why don't you take that dress off, it looks awfully hot," These words fell out of my mouth. I could not believe I had said them. From the look in her eye I suddenly knew it was okay. She slowly undid the knee length dress and removed it, revealing her nakedness below. Feeling out of place, I removed my shorts, revealing my shaven pussy. Her pussy was far different from mine. It was trimmed, in a V leading towards her mound.

Cassie suddenly seemed far different to me. She had changed, almost. Her face now seemed more open and friendly. She removed her shoes, stilleto heels, and slowly drew one up to my mouth. I opened it slightly taking in the heel, and then took the shoe from her hand. I traced her neck, stomach, and then thighs with the shoe. She slowly lowered herself to the floor and opened her legs. I came down on top of her and kissed her fully on the mouth. I slowly put the heel of the shoe into her soaking hole, and slid it in and out. She moaned and grabbed her nipples, kissing me back in a way I had never felt. She slid one of her hands in between our bodies and rubbed the outer folds of my pussy. She slid her finger down, and suddenly I felt it pop into my wet opening, I began fucking her hard with the shoe, biting and pinching her nipples. I had an animalistic need to fuck her.

She responded, returning my force. She began to clamp down on the shoe, and suddenly was squirting out cum. Her stroke quickened and soon my climax was coming. She rolled me over and fucked me with the shoe. I came, soaking her shoe and the floor below. "God that was good" she sighed, and licked my nipples.

"Can I see you again?" I asked. "Yes" she replied. Checking the time I realized that I was late to meet Trent, my boyfriend, so we quickly exchanged numbers and I left.

Trent was very angry when I came, because I was an hour late. He forgave me soon enough and was rubbing my pussy through my shorts as I put my bags down. "Feel's a little wet here, do you need to fuck?" he asked.

"No, it's hot out. Can you drive me home?"

"Sure"

I called Cassie as soon as I got home, we planned to meet at her house in an hour. I then laid down on my bed totally naked and slid my dildo into my pussy. I rolled over on my stomach, grabbed a corner of the smooth satin sheets and proceeded to hump the bed, shoving the dildo in and out and rubbing my clit with the sheets. It felt so good I soon soaked the sheets and got up. I put on a simple cotton dress and went to the car. I got into the car, turned up the music and rubbed my pussy the whole was to Cassie's. She answered the door naked and there was a porn movie on it the room behind her. It showed two women fucking. I sat down on the couch with her and pulled my dress up, exposing my pussy, which was soaked from all the activity of the day, she slid her hand in between my legs...

Cassie spread my legs, rubbing my clit, and my inner folds. She got off the couch and knelt down in front of me, rubbing her fingers on my clit, and then put one into my pussy. It was completely soaked, and the moisture ran down my thigh. She put her head on my thigh and began kissing the soft flesh at the entrance to my pussy. She ran her tongue from my clit to my pussy hole about twenty times, and then began flicking it faster and faster against my clit. The pressure inside of my body was tremendous. Never had I felt the need to come, so much, so hard or so badly. All of the sudden the explosion came, and Cassie's face was soaked. I had a tremendous need to pee, so we both got up, and she lead me to the bathroom. I squatted on the toilet, and as I began to piss, she turned on the shower. Hot steam filled the room, and I finished pissing, removed my dress, and entered the shower with her. She had an enormous dildo hanging from the shower head. She got behind me and began rubbing my pussy with one hand, and my asshole with the other. I turned around, kissing her fully on the mouth and began to shove my fingers in her. Now I do have to admit that this was my first time with a woman, and I probably wasn't as sensitive with her as I should have been. In fact, I was rough. I shoved the 3in diameter up her pussy within two minutes of finger banging her. And she loved it. She sucked on my tits, and rubbed my pussy, and begged me for more. I took it out of her pussy, and told her to kneel in front of me. I shoved it up her ass so hard, even this veteran slut was shocked. I was totally getting off on the roughness I could expel, when the doorbell rang. I said " Stay there slut, or you won't get any more," and left the shower.

As I approached the door I could hear voices outside, so I grabbed a blanket off of the couch. I opened the door and there were two little girls outside, wanting Cassie. So I let them in, and I told them that she was in the shower, but they could go get her if they wanted. They both got all excited and took of running towards the bathroom, stripping off their clothes as they ran. This bitch was getting of with little children. All of the sudden my pussy got wetter, and my pulse raced. How exciting! When I got to the bathroom, both of the girls were bent over, begging for Cassie to put her finger into their "belly button" I was so turned on I started rubbing myself in the doorway, and inserted a finger into the smaller girls pussy. She wiggled against my hand, and then she peed herself. It was so exciting. My clit throbbed. Cassie was banging the little girls pussy hard, and the little girl was shoving herself back against Cassie's hand. I came, all down my legs. My first lesbian experience and I was already experiencing the "dark side".

I realized I should leave Cassie alone. I had explored enough. Now I was back my soft warm bed, and my vibrator, and my favorite porn movie. As the closing credits rolled, the lame sex music played, I was on my stomach, humping the bed again. Shoving my dildo in and out with a fury. I realized that night that I was the only person who could please myself. All of my dildos, my movies and my bed where all I needed. Pretending I am a lesbian until the final credits. As I turned off the movie and dreamed of "Cassie" I noticed that my door was open. Did my step mom see all of my masturbation, see me humping the bed, hear me calling out for "Cassie"? What if she told my dad?

"Jay, could I speak to you please?" my step mom looked dazed. It was then that I knew, she was also like me. Oh all the fun who could have. As I pulled her into my room and locked the door, I could tell she and I would have fun. She took off all of her clothes and chose my biggest strap-on, which I had never used, to get her first of many fuckings. On the cold winter nights when Daddy works late, we keep each other warm. I still dream about "Cassie" from the lingerie shop. All though we have never spoken I hope someday my dreams will come true. I am thankful to her, though I have never met her, because she opened doors for me I never thought possible.

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Women Loving Women

I am a young, very successful professional woman, 5'3", 105 lbs., natural blonde and, I'm told, considered quite attractive. I have a nice figure, which I work very hard to maintain and all- in-all, I consider myself very fortunate. Except when it comes to men. With the exception of two married men with whom I've had incredibly passionate affairs before we went our separate ways, my love life and, consequently, my sex life, has been one bad experience after another. Until now. I had had my fill of men, both literally and figuratively, so, about a year ago, I made a conscious decision to become celibate. I still dated, frequently, but I no longer jumped into bed with my dates as quickly as I did before. I felt I wanted the men in my life to be friends first, then, if a true, loving friendship developed, sex would follow naturally. I'm still waiting. Celibacy, by definition, has one inherent drawback: no sex, no relief. Consequently, I became an incessant mastabateur. I found myself buying (through anonymous mail order catalogs) a variety of dildoes and vibrators which I began to use religiously.

But as much sexual relief as these marvelous devices provided, I still craved the warmth and comfort of a gentle, caring body next to mine. About six months ago, after a particularly horrendous episode with an over-amorous date who tried to rape me, all of my anger and frustrations suddenly boiled over and I found myself crying uncontrollably in, of all places, the laundry room of my apartment building. One of my neighbors, a striking Japanese woman whom I had seen often but never really knew, found me and took me back to her apartment which she shared with another woman I had also often seen. After about half an hour, I finally calmed down and, embarrassed, I apologized to these two wonderfully caring and thoughtful women, Neiko and Linda, thanking them profusely for their genuine concern and comfort and I left to go back to my own apartment. The following night, Neiko knocked on my door to inquire how I was feeling. She invited me back to her apartment for tea and conversation with Linda and her boyfriend, Mark, and I gladly accepted. It was a delightful evening with truly delightful people. I learned that both she and Linda were registered nurses in the famous research hospital not far from our building and Linda's boyfriend, Mark, a tall, extraordinarily handsome man, was a resident in the same hospital. Mark had to leave early, but Neiko, Linda and I talked long into the night about anything and everything. From there, our friendship blossomed. And it was wonderful.

Occasionally, Mark would join us for a pizza and I could easily appreciate Linda's attraction to this man. But something else was going on; something I never would have suspected or expected. We had joined a woman's health club together and after one particularly grueling workout we all longed for the warmth and relaxation of the sauna. The three of us marched into the sauna wrapped in our towels, but once inside the incredibly hot room, Neiko and Linda unselfconsciously shed their towels and stretched out, completely nude, on the long wooden benches. Being ridiculously modest, I kept my towel on, but my eyes were continually drawn to their exquisitely naked bodies. Stranger still, I slowly realized that I was not only fascinated both by their beauty and their warm, casual manners, but I was actually being attracted to them. Sexually attracted. Neiko was petite and slender and practically flat-chested. Her tiny mounds were really no more than just puffy red areolas with exceedingly large nipples. She had the tiniest waist which flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well defined stomach which sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy. Linda, on the other hand, was a tall, Nordic, athletic woman who, although not nearly as delicate as Neiko, had a perfectly shaped figure with extremely large yet firm breasts, crowned, like Neiko's, with very large nipples. As we talked, I'm sure they caught me staring, but neither Neiko nor Linda, to their credit, indicated that to me.

So as casually and as nonchalantly as I could, I let my eyes sweep over their glistening nakedness, getting increasingly more aroused and excited every minute. As the weeks went on, I continued to date, with the usual, predictable, negative results. I continued to be celibate and I continued to masturbate, but with increased frequency and intensity. But the strange thing that was happening was that the objects of my mastubatory fantasies were Neiko and Linda; individually and together as I had seen them in the sauna. My fantasies were, I'm sure, uniquely naive. As a girl in college I had experienced some "flirtations" with several other girls which culminated in an occasional bump and tickle incident, but I had never experienced a truly fulfilling lesbian affair. So my fantasies involving Neiko and Linda were extraordinarily arousing. About a week after the sauna incident, I was returning a suitcase I had borrowed from Neiko. After knocking on the door and getting no answer, I let myself into their apartment with the keys we had exchanged. I stopped at the door and called their names. Still getting no response, I put the suitcase down and was about to leave when I heard music coming from Neiko's bedroom. I thought she had left the stereo on so I naturally went back to the bedroom to turn it off.

The moment I entered the bedroom, I saw Neiko and Linda, nearly nude, on the bed, making love. To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I was amazed. Flabbergasted. Speechless. Yet instantly and incredibly aroused. My first instinct was to leave as quietly as I could; but I was transfixed. I couldn't tear myself away from the sight of my two beautiful friends lovingly entwined in each other's arms. Linda was lying on her back while Neiko, wearing a black garterbelt and black stockings, was lying on top, between Linda's legs which were wrapped around her thighs. Linda's arms encircled Neiko's back, hugging her tightly as Neiko's hands lovingly caressed Linda's face. And they were kissing passionately, moaning softly, delighting in each other's lips. I have no idea how long I stood there watching, it was probably only seconds, but, sensing my presence, they suddenly stopped kissing and both looked in my direction. I was so embarrassed I could have died right then and there. I stammered an apology or something, I don't remember what, and they smiled at me.

Linda said something like "now you know" and Neiko added something like "I hope you don't mind." I just shook my head. I was so torn; I desperately wanted to leave, to collect my thoughts, but I couldn't. And then Neiko said, very softly, "please, Amelia, why don't you join us." I couldn't answer. My heart was racing, my mouth was absolutely dry and I could feel my whole body shaking. Sensing my conflict, my overwhelming apprehension and desire, Linda and Neiko got off the bed and moved across the room to me. I can vividly recall how gracefully Neiko moved and how sensuously Linda's large breasts swayed as they approached. Their bodies glistened with a patina of perspiration and I quickly noticed how stiff and erect their nipples were. I also noticed that unlike in the sauna, Neiko's pussy was now shaved clean and smooth. Linda and Neiko both took my hands in theirs and held them gently as we spoke. Linda told me that she and Neiko often talked about how beautiful and sexy they thought I was and they wondered if I was bisexual. I told them about my few fumbling experiences, but that I really didn't consider myself bisexual. Then, smiling warmly, Linda took my hand she holding and brought it to her breast, pressing my hand against her warm, damp flesh and said, in a whisper, that there was nothing frightening about touching another woman's body, it was the most natural and beautiful thing in the world. Then, still guiding my hand, she slowly moved it around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy resilience. "It feels so nice, so warm, so smooth, doesn't it," she whispered? And it did, it really did.

I had a catch in my throat and couldn't answer; closing my eyes, I barely shook my head in response. I was so suddenly excited and aroused, my legs became weak and rubbery. I could feel my own nipples growing and hardening beneath my clothes just as I could feel a familiar wetness seeping out between my legs and soaking my panties. Linda removed her hands from mine and raised them to my face, but my fingers remained on her breast, nervously stroking her long, rigid nipple. And then, while Neiko gently squeezed my hand, Linda slowly leaned in and kissed me. The touch of her mouth on mine was absolutely electrifying. Linda's lips were so incredibly soft, her breath so sweet and her touch so tender, it was so different, so unlike any man's kiss. And I wanted more. I pressed my own mouth firmly against hers, kissing her back, tentatively at first and then more passionately. I could feel her lips part slightly and then felt the tip of her wet tongue slowly wash over my lips. Following her lead, I opened my mouth slightly and allowed her tongue to enter, gingerly touching it with my own tongue, absorbing her warmth and wetness. After a second or two, Linda pulled away and smiled. "We want to make love to you," she whispered and I nodded; I knew, at that precise moment, I was irrevocably committed.

Still holding my hand, Neiko led me to the bed, turned me around and the two of them began undressing me. While Linda pulled my tank-top over my head, Neiko deftly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them over my hips and slid them down my legs. On her hands and knees in front of me, she slipped off my shoes and helped me out of my jeans. I stood between them, stripped down to my bra and soaked panties, discarding my modesty as quickly as my clothes. In a daze, I freely allowed Linda to unclasp the front closure of my bra and peel the lace away from my breasts. My nipples, although not anywhere near as large as Linda's or Neiko's, were rock hard, jutting out from my swollen areolas like two ripe cherries. Still on her knees in front of me, Neiko reached up and slowly eased my panties down my legs. I willingly stepped out of them and stood there, completely and unashamedly naked as their eyes drifted all over my body. They eased me down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under my head and then laid down on either side of me, pressing their bodies against mine.

Their warmth and their softness and their tenderness were magnificent. My excitement was so intense, it is difficult even now for me to recall exactly what transpired. I felt as if I was consumed by a fog of pure, exquisite pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced. I know we kissed. Long and deep and passionately; first Linda, then Neiko and then the three of us together, painting each other's mouths and lips and tongues with hot, sweet saliva. And as we kissed, their delicate, practiced hands moved sensually over my body, exciting every nerve fiber their fingers trailed over, from my thighs to my neck and face and then slowly down to my thighs again. They had eased my thighs apart and each wrapped their legs around mine, pressing and rubbing their wet pussies against my flesh as we continued to kiss. Their hands found my breasts and squeezed and stroked and fondled and massaged them in unison. I could barely breathe and talking was absolutely impossible. My cunt was inflamed and throbbing deep within my womb, and I could feel my juices flowing like a slow lava stream down my thighs. I have no idea how long we continued like that, but all too soon, I felt, they pulled their lips from mine. Hungrily, I tried to reclaim their mouths, but Linda smiled, whispering words of comfort, and helped me up, shifting our bodies.

Linda moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, cradling my head and upper body in her arms above her lap. My cheek pressed against her soft, smooth belly while her enormous breasts swayed above my face. This was going beyond my wildest fantasies and the feelings I had were so exquisite, I prayed it would go on forever. With my free hand, I reached up and touched Linda's breast, gently stroking its full, sloping underside. As I did, I could feel Neiko's hands on my breasts again, sliding up and squeezing my nipples between her fingers. Except for my clitoris, which one lover described as a "hair trigger", my nipples are especially sensitive. And Neiko knew exactly how to touch them. She rolled them between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling them upwards. I moaned loudly, twisting away, but Neiko kept a firm grip on my engorged buds and pinched them again. My whole body shuddered and I lost my breath. No doubt encouraged by my reaction, Neiko slid her hand down my breast, and, squeezing it upward, sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. My tit just melted into her mouth and she lapped and licked and sucked my sensitive nipple as no man ever had. I squeezed Linda's breast harder, trying to share my pleasure and joy. She moaned softly and leaned forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against my lips.

Eagerly, I parted my lips and drew her thumb-like nipple deep into my mouth, wildly sucking it, making her groan with unrestrained pleasure. I could feel her nipple pulsate on my tongue and I swirled my tongue around it even more frantically. As Neiko sucked me, I continued sucking this beautiful woman's tit like a starving baby. And then it happened; a strange, hot, sweet liquid suddenly coated my tongue. Thinking I drawn blood, I quickly pulled my face away and looked at Linda's nipple and then at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had the sweetest smile on her face. When I could speak, I stammered something like "did I hurt you?" Linda just shook her head and giggled. "No," she whispered, "I'm lactating. That was milk." I was stunned. Then Neiko lifted her face from my tit and giggled, too. It was then that I noticed that while she was sucking my nipple, she was squeezing her own and there was a tiny droplet of white milk on the tip of her nipple as well. "We're both lactating," Neiko gushed, "it's one of the greatest joys of being a woman, don't you think?" I was in no condition to think. I gasped "oh, my God" and lifted myself from Linda, looking first at their beautiful faces and then their breasts which they were both now holding. I looked at Neiko and suddenly found myself muttering, "I want to see. Show me." Both Linda and Neiko were only too happy to oblige. Shifting positions again, Neiko sat upright against the headboard and Linda knelt down next to her.

I positioned myself on Neiko's other side and watched as Neiko stroked Linda's head and guided her to her fascinatingly long, thick nipple. I held my own breasts, in empathy, I suppose, and stroked my tender nipples with my thumbs. As Neiko continued to lovingly stroke Linda's thick blonde hair, Linda held Neiko's tiny mound in her hand, opened her mouth and placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of Neiko's swollen nipple. Then, squeezing Neiko's puffy red areola between her thumb and forefinger, she began milking her nipple slowly and rhythmically while tenderly lapping and licking the tip of it. Then slowly, very slowly, Linda lowered her lips over the other woman's nipple and drew it deep into her mouth. Linda's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and Neiko just closed her eyes and sighed. It was immediately obvious that these two women had done this many times before. They knew each other's nuances and responded accordingly. As Linda continued to coax Neiko's nipple with her fingers and mouth, Neiko spread her stockinged legs and slid her long, slender fingers along her smooth, hairless slit, rubbing her elongated clit in concert with Linda's sucking, milking movements. Watching them, I was so turned on, I began squeezing and kneading my nipples so hard they began to throb painfully. And then I saw it; Neiko's milk, a thin white stream, snaking down from the corner of Linda's suckling mouth. I couldn't stand it any longer. My face went to Nieko's breast, my lips to her other turgid nipple and I drew it deep into my mouth, sucking it feverishly. In a matter of moments she began flowing, squirting jets of hot, salty-sweet, creamy liquid against my throat, filling my mouth.

Nieko groaned and gasped as Linda and I both sucked her tits wantonly. A few moments later, Linda pulled away and I had Neiko all to myself. With complete abandon, I drew her entire tit into my mouth and continued sucking and milking her blazing nipple and then, almost simultaneously, our hands found each other's sopping cunts. Neiko's delicate fingers barely flicked over my throbbing clit sending bolts of electrifying sensations through my entire body. I completely lost my breath and had to pull away from her breast just to draw a taste of air into my burning lungs. But Neiko didn't stop. Her magic fingers continued to electrify my clit. And then I felt Linda between my thighs, lowering her face to my cunt. A second later, her soft-stiff tongue replaced Neiko's fingers, licking, sucking, flicking, swirling around my clit. My hips had a life of their own, bucking and gyrating uncontrollably against Linda's hungry mouth. I don't know how she held me down. Her fingers pried my cunt lips open and she plunged her stiff, wet tongue into my hole, screwing it deeper and deeper into me. Neiko shifted, pulling herself up, covering my mouth with kisses as she squeezed and kneaded my tits. She kept saying "come, baby, come, baby, come." I was on the edge. I was never so turned on, never so hot in my entire life. I could feel my orgasm building like a rumbling volcano deep within me. I screamed, I gasped, I held my breath...and then I came. Once. Twice. And then a third time like a shuddering explosion, losing myself completely to wave after delicious, exquisite wave of indescribable pleasure. And still Linda lapped my cunt as if it was her last meal. My clit was unbearably sensitive; even her hot breath on it made my entire body shake and quiver. Totally drained, I had to pull away. I had to catch my breath. I had to regain some semblance of consciousness. I begged Linda to stop. And then I begged her for more. And yes, more was to come. This was only the beginning.

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Cunt Hunt

I was hot, horny and prowling for pussy as I stepped into a dark little bar on Fifth Street. I needed some intense pussying and what better place to start than at a lesbian bar.

I sauntered in wearing a short, tight red spandex dress, three inch high red pumps and no underwear. I wanted to be ready at a moment's notice. My long blond hair was knotted on top of my head. I looked the consummate, cool bitch, but I was hot as hell for some pussy.

The place was packed with women in all kinds of clothes from jeans to evening gowns. I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, then turned to survey my options. My legs spread with a hint of my treasures revealed.

A "biker chick" in full leather walked over to me. "You are one hot pussy," she said looking between my legs. "I want all of that."

She was beautiful behind all that leather and bravado. My pussy began to juice as she looked at it. "I'll bet you do good pussy. Do you want to touch it now?"

She didn't hesitate as she reached for me. "Oh, yes, shit, baby, you are hot and wet for me. I want your shit right now! I will fuck you up!"

I rise from my stool and follow her to one of the fucking rooms in back. She closed the door quickly as I stepped in. She immediately rammed two fingers up my cunt, pushing me against the door. I gasped with pleasure as I knew I was in for the good, hard fucking that I craved. She removed her fingers from me and licked them, looking into my eyes. She grabbed my ass roughly, jammed her tongue in my mouth, and ground her leather crotch into my pussy. I was on fucking fire as she humped me against the door.

"Get on the bed, but keep the dress on." I obeyed. "You need for good hot pussy? Well, baby I'll give that pretty blond cunt the fucking it needs." She removed only her leather pants and moved towards me. She spread my legs on the bed and ate me roughly, biting and sucking my clit and lips as she thrust fingers inside my pussy and my asshole.

"Fuck my shit," I moaned as I thrashed my head from side to side. My hair spilled from its knot and spread over the pillow. After I came three times, I screamed, "Get on top of me now! I need to feel your pussy. Screw me hard. Now!"

"Damn, you are one hot chick," she mumbled as she brought herself to me. She fucked me hard and deep with her dark-haired pussy. "Is this what you want?" she asked grinding into me as she looked into my passion-filled eyes.

"Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me harder. I need your pussy so bad."

"I fucked all this pretty blonde hair down," she said running her fingers through it after letting me cum again. She lifted my breasts from the scooped neck of my little red dress and sucked and bit at them, fanning the flame in me all over again. This chick knew what I liked.

She kissed me hard and fast then pulled away from me to get something from her backpack. She came back with an awesome looking double headed dildo. I watched as she slowly inserted one half in her pussy. "Are you ready to be filled with my dick, baby? You do like it hard, don't you? You look delicate, but you like your fucking hard don't you? I'll fuck you good and hard with this. I'll have you cumming up the walls," she promised as she pumped the tool into her own pussy.

"Oh yes, baby, fuck me until I scream, make me sore, then keep on fucking me."

She climbed on me and rammed the other half of the dick in my pussy. My ass thrust up to her at impact driving her half deep into her pussy. "Oh shit, shit, honey," she moaned as I screwed her. Filled with each other's dicks, we pressed together until our pussies touched and began to fuck in earnest. She sucked my tongue as she moaned. I dug my nails into her ass cheeks as she ground deeper into me. Inspired by her fucking, I became bold as I wet a finger in my mouth and pressed it into her asshole. She rode me harder and deeper.

"You are one good fuck," I tell her looking into her eyes as I thrust my pelvis to her. She lost it then. Her tempo speeded to maniacal. Never had anyone fucked me so hard and so fast.

"You're making me cum, bitch," I started my dirty talk tirade. "Your fucking pussy is burning up. Fuck it harder, harder. Give me all your shit you leather-clad, pussy eating dyke. Shit, bitch, fuck it, fuck ittt!" I screamed as I came on her. She was right behind me as I came and rammed up and into her. Our mutual dick was vibrating with our spasms.

"Never have I been fucked like that in my entire life," I said out of breath.

"No other woman will ever fuck you like this again--except me. I'm staking my claim on this pussy right now, do you hear?" she said into my eyes as she began screwing me again. Suddenly, she stopped and pulled from me awaiting my assent. "Do you understand? I want your pussy all for myself. Every Thursday night right here. Ok?"

"Yes, yes, yes! you bitch. All yours.

"Right answer darling," she said as she fucked me taking me over the edge again.

No more pussy hunts for me, I thought. She's all I need and more. I pushed up into her as she came on me again. I hope my husband never discovers my little affinity for good cunt. I will not give up the best pussy I ever had--no fucking way.

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Monica and The Sales Lady

"Her name is Allison, and she has the longest legs! And not only that but she crosses them just like you taught me to cross mine, and once while she was talking to me she laid her hand on my thigh, really high up and squeezed it real sexy like, and it was all I could do to keep from falling in her arms, cause she had these big..." "Monica!! Whoa!! Slow down! I want to hear all about it, but you're talking so fast I can't get it all!" "I'm sorry, I guess I'm still excited....but if you had been here you would understand...Oh, I can't wait for you to get home!!" "What time did you tell her to come?" "I told her you'd probably get home around 6:00 and I asked her to come for supper around 7:00. You didn't mind my inviting her to come back did you?" I smiled warmly at the enthusiasm and excitement that I heard in Monica's voice. The Allison she was so excited about was a lady who had come to the door selling life insurance.

Monica's training allowed her to let lady salesperson's in the house as long as they were attractive and not accompanied by a male. It also encouraged her to determine if possible whether or not the sales lady might have any interest in the things we were interested in, and if so to try to set up a meeting with me if possible. Thats exactly what she had done, and it pleased me to see her so excited about it. "No dear, thats exactly what you were trained to do. You did well. Now tell me once more what this Allison looked like." "Well, she is really tall...she must be around 5'10" or maybe even a bit taller...she had on high heels so I may be over-estimating her height just a little. She has light brown hair, not too long, and green eyes.

She was dressed conservatively, very business-like in a skirt and blouse. But I could tell she didn't have on a bra under her blouse by the way her nipples pressed the front of the soft material out. When she sat on the couch she crossed her legs and then tucked the ankle of her right leg back under the ankle of her left leg...just like you showed me...and slid her supporting foot back at that angle that makes legs look so pretty...you know what I mean." "Was she wearing stokings?..or could you tell?", I asked. "I really tried to tell, but it was difficult. She had on either stockings or pantyhose one, but I'm not sure which." I heard a small laugh come across the phone lines. "Maybe she'll wear the same skirt and blouse tonight and you can find out for yourself." Chuckling, I replied, "Yes, or perhaps I'll make you find out for me." "Yesssss, MASTER!, whatever you say!", she giggled into the phone.

"Did she say anything to make you think she might be bi?" "Well, it wasn't so much what she said as it was the flirty way she said everything she had to say. She did say that I was very attractive and that she loved petite women. Then when she rose to leave she put her hand on my thigh, very near to my crotch and squeezed it quite hard. I didn't want her to move it, but I wasn't sure whether to say anything or not." "I think you did everything exactly right, precious little slave- slut! I can't wait to get home...in fact I may come home just a bit early to help you get ready. This could be a fun filled night." After we hung up I made a call to the Chamber of Commerce to check on the insurance company that this lady supposedly worked for. It was a well known company and she was listed as their sales representative for our area. She worked out of Chatanooga, Tenn. and came through our area once every three months they said. Finally around 5:00 I got caught up enough that I could leave work. When I got home I heard the shower running and slipped into the bathroom quietly to find Monica laying back in the tub with her eyes closed.

She had the Shower Massage showerhead in her hand and was letting the warm water pulse against her spread open cunt. It had almost gotten to the place that there wasn't anything that Monica did anymore that she didn't do in some kind of sexually fulfilling way. I loved it. I slipped back out just as quietly as I had entered and slipped out of my clothes and into the nice navy smoking jacket that Monica had given me for Christmas the year before. I took the white silk wrap-around gown that I had given her out of the closet and laid it on the bed. It was a very pretty gown, quite short, but still very attractive on Monica. I found the white slippers with the very high heels and laid them beside the gown. I was in the kitchen fixing a screwdriver for her when I heard the water finally stop. I made the drink stronger than necessary, but then she expected the drinks I fixed for her to be that way. I held the drink out to her as she came through the bathroom door rubbing her still hard nipples with both hands. "Oh!!, you scared me, you silly! When did you get home?" I smiled at her and kissed her gently on the mouth. "I've been here for a while. I saw you were, ahem, "busy" in the bathroom and decided to give you some privacy." With an embarrased giggle she sipped the strong drink and replied, "Yes, I was sort of "busy", wasn't I?

I'm afraid I stayed in there too long, I've not even started supper yet." "I called for some supper to be delivered when I saw that you hadn't started anything yet. It should be here shortly. In fact, I think I hear a car in the driveway now. Here...slip a towel around you and go open the door for the delivery boy." She gave me that "You're something, aren't you?" look, but obediently wrapped the small towel around her and opened the door for the teen-age delivery boy. I didn't have to watch to know what effect she would have on him. She told him to please put it on the dining room table for her since she couldn't let go of the towel, and turned her back giving him a good view of her cheeks as she came back in to get the money to pay him. "Is it the kid with the big one?", I teased. "Yes, you devil, and its even bigger than usual now...must be the towel." "Well, too bad we've other plans, he could stay awhile...maybe another night." Grinning a big sexy grin she took the money from me and paid the boy off. I heard him whistle an appreciative whistle as he walked away from the door toward his car.

"I think he heard us talking", she said with a smile, "his face was a beet red when I walked back in and gave him the money." Together we set the table in the dining room and no sooner had we finished than the door-bell rang once more. This time I did the honors. "Hello...you must be Allison, the insurance lady that Monica was telling me about. Please, come in." "And you must be Mr. Wade. Monica was so kind to invite me for supper, I really didn't expect that...she's a delightful woman." "Yes, she is delightful in many, many ways!" I said as I ushered Allison into the dining room. Monica was certainly right about Allison looking like something we'd be interested in. She wasn't the kind of woman who struck you right away as being beautiful, but she had an air about her which told you there was alot there both to look at and to learn about. She was quite attractive. "I hope you'll forgive the casual way we're dressed. We enjoy the privacy of our own home and usually wear something comfortable when we are here." "Oh, no...thats just fine. I dont' blame you, I don't wear much at home either, frankly." "Well, we certainly want you to make yourself at home while you're with us", I said with a mischievous grin as I pulled out the chair for her. Dinner was fine under the circumstances. I knew that Monica and I were anxious for it to be over with, and I got the impression that Allison felt the same way. Finally we were all through and we retired to the living room. Monica and I exchanged smiles as Allison seated herself in the same manner she had earlier in the day. This time I seated myself on the couch next to her and Monica sat in the straight chair opposite us.

I gave Monica the code to open her legs and smiled to myself as she sat open legged in the short gown. Her pussy was plainly obvious, but the look on her face gave not the slightest hint that she was aware of it. Allison obviously had on the same outfit which Monica had described. I could see her nipples plainly through the material of her blouse, but it was very difficult to detect any garters through the tight skirt. She began her presentation as if there was nothing at all else on her mind, although I caught her glancing up often and looking between Monica's legs. Each time she did I could detect a nervous twitch of her eyes and watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again. Several times she laid forms in her lap and on two or three such occasions I reached to her lap and took them to look at for myself. In doing so I was soon able to brush my hand against her thigh enough to tell that she did in fact have on a garter belt under her skirt. Her nipples grew harder and harder behind the blouse until they were literally poking out through the silky fabric. "This is an unusual question, I'm sure, Allison", I said, "but I've always wondered what the answer is. Is there a clause in insurance policies which gives the company an out in the event that the insured dies while engaged in an unusual sexual activity?" Allison brightened and smiled warmly.

"I guess that depends on what you mean by unusual...just what do you mean by that?" "Well, you see Monica is a rather unusual woman. By that I mean that she has needs which are somewhat more....well, I mean she often has to be....I guess what I'm trying to say is that..." "Pleassse, please, Mr. Wade...feel free to say exactly what you mean to me, I'm a big girl, and I've seen it all, I assure you!" "Well, ok then...Monica is a slave-slut, Allison. Its not unusual at all for Monica to be involved in group sex situations with both men and women, and believe me, sometimes they can be very physically draining. I've just often wondered what would happen as far as insurance is concerned if she had a heart attack or something under such circumstances." Recrossing her legs and sliding her skirt higher on her full thighs, Allison rubbed her hand along her calf sexily as she answered my question.

"Well, thats really a very good question, and its the kind of question that more people should ask. Luckily for you, I know the answer", she smiled broadly. "For insurance purposes a heart attack is a heart attack unless it can be proven that the insured suffered a self-induced heart attack as a way of committing suicide. There is no case where an insurance company ever tried to prove someone attempted suicide by fucking themselves to death." While she had been giving her explanation to me, I had given Monica the hand signal which indicated that she was to rub her legs. I had displayed the signal long enough that the signal had additionally informed her that she was to also touch her pussy. Allison saw her hand moving on her legs out of the corner of her eye as she spoke and when she had completed her answer focused her eyes directly on Monica and watched calmly as her hand moved to her pussy. Monica had now laid her head back and closed her eyes and without any further instruction from me was now also rubbing her breast with her left hand inside the gown. "Would you like something to drink, Allison?", I asked with a smile. Without taking her eyes off of the busy little slut who was performing for her, Allison replied breathlessly, "Yes, that would be nice...a good cold strong drink would be very nice." I took my time in the kitchen fixing the drink. I knew that Monica would not stop playing with herself now unless I told her to. I also knew that Allison would not stop watching her. What I saw when I came back into the living room proved me right on both counts. Monica's robe was now completely open, revealing her small sexy body. Her left hand was pinching and pulling at the nipple on her left breast while her right hand was busy pumping two fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. She had slid down on the chair now until her pussy was right at the edge of the seat, and her head was still laid back and her eyes closed tightly. Allison had pulled her dress up to her waist and was slumped down on the couch. Her eyes were fixed on Monica and both hands were playing in her shaved and naked fuck hole.

She didn't even look at me as I entered the room. Sitting beside her, I lifted the glass to her lips and watched as she sipped from it thirstily. She still made no sign whatsoever that she was aware of my presence. Moving her drink to my right hand, I began to unbutton her blouse with my left hand, not stopping until I had it completely unbuttoned and had pulled it back to the sides to reveal her hard nipples and full breasts. Having done that I began to play with her nipples with the fingers of my left hand, pinching and pulling at them, twisting and turning them like radio knobs. She had two fingers from each hand inside her cunt now and was fucking herself with the same gusto that Monica displayed across the room. I began to talk to her in a soft sexy voice. "You love watching her, don't you, Allison?....You love watching the hot little bi-slut fingering her dripping wet fuck hole, dont' you?....Look at her nipples, Allison, don't you wish you were sucking on them now?....think how good her juices must taste...think how good her mouth would feel sucking on your naked fuck hole....do you want to eat her Allison?...do you?....crawl to her, you dirty little cunt sucking tramp, crawl to her and suck her juice into your mouth...do it now!!!" She fell forward immediately to her knees, crawled across the carpeted floor, and pressed her mouth tightly against Monica's wet cunt. She slid her arms under Monica's trim thighs and pulled her pussy into her face with her hands.

Meanwhile I moved behind her and slid her tight skirt up over her ass. Slipping off my robe, I stroked my cock once or twice and then knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my thick fuck meat in her sloppy wet slit and then began fucking her as her mouth worked noisily on the slut cunt in front of her. Monica grabbed her head in her hands and pressed her mouth even more tightly against her trembling pussy. I began pumping my cock in and out of Allison's hot cunt, grabbing her by the hips as I stroked my meat into her. When I had established a nice comfortable rythym, I moved one hand to her ass and began pressing a finger against her asshole. Realizing that I needed lubrication, I slid my hand up Allison's back and past her head to Monica's cunt and slid my finger in between Allison's bi-slut mouth and and the juicy dirty tramp fuck hole on which it sucked. Coating it quickly with the juice that Allison so obviously hungered for, I moved it back to her ass and slid it quickly into her tight little shit-hole. Her hips really began moving now as she fucked herself back and forth on my thick cock and on my finger that was moving in and out of her chute.

Monica began to moan softly, and her breathing began to come in gasps. I knew her orgasm was beginning and wanted Allison to come with her. I picked up the pace of my assault on her holes and was rewarded by a continually more frenzied movement of her hips. When Monica's ass began to lift from the chair and thrust itself into Allison's face, I felt Allison's cunt and asshole both clench noticibly. The small of her back started dipping and rising in time to the fucking of my cock in and out of her hole and I heard a deep scream begin in her throat, muffled only by the jry strong crotch and moved through the juice and cunt to her own lips and escaped strongly now. Her whore hips bucked high and strong as my cock began spewing hot wet fuck into her. She jerked from the waist back and thrusted outward from the waist up, both ends fucking, one end taking, the other end giving. Suddenly her whole body locked up, tight as a drum, and then just as suddenly she went limp, falling on the floor. My now soft cock slid out of her hole and Monica was forced to release her head from her grasp. Rolling Allison over on her back I checked her breathing to make sure she was alright. I'd seen a similar response to orgasm before with Donna, so I knew she had just momentarily passed out. She stayed out longer than Donna had, however, and it was nearly five minutes before she came to. By that time Monica had knelt beside her also, partly out of concern for her safety, and partly out of gratitude for the orgasm she had just helped her achieve. When she did come to we all smiled at each other and hugged warmly. It had been a very pleasant and exciting introduction for us. Monica had been right about Allison, and I was proud of her for being able to tell. How right she had been we wouldn't know until later on. But we all knew then that there would be more times for us in the future, and we were glad. Boy, were we glad.

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Teacher's Conference

"Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the sunlight from the open window forced her to open her eyes and greet the new day. Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had consumed at last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in the bed, she discovered that her head still hurt a little. Who'd have ever thought that a bunch of teachers could party so hard. Doreen hadn't felt so wasted after a party since her senior year of college. Still it had been fun, at least as much as she could remember of it. When she had been selected as a delegate from her home town of Parkerston, Indiana, the brunette had expected to spend four days listening to boring lectures and maybe having a little time for sightseeing. After all, a free trip to San Francisco was worth a little sacrifice. What she had found instead was a few quick, quite interesting meetings every day, followed by a nightly party. Every night being a little wilder than the last, with last nights being the grand finale. She wondered if every conference was like this. If the school board knew of it, they'd never foot the bill to send anyone next year. It then occurred to her that was why every teacher who had attended an earlier conference had given her the same advise. "Just go there with an open mind and enjoy yourself."

She had thought at the time they were referring to opening her mind to different theories of education. Moving to the edge of the bed, Doreen noticed her clothes from last evening scattered across the floor. She must've really been out of it when she dragged herself back to her room. Usually she would at least pile her clothes on a chair or something. She had also been surprised to find she had slept naked, something she didn't even do with her boyfriend back home. Sliding her lower body from beneath the sheets, she was presented with an even greater shock. All of her pubic hair was gone.

"What the hell did I do last night?" She asked herself as she ran her fingers across the now smooth skin between her tighs. Before Doreen could ponder the question too long, the sudden sound of running water from the bathroom made her jump with a start. There was someone in there. Grabbing her glasses from the night table, she took a good look around the room. While the room was almost a mirror image of her own hotel room, there were enough small differences to tell her she was in someone else's room. A quick glance at the other side of the twin bed showed that someone else had slept there. The inescapable conclusion was that she hadn't spent the night alone. Rubbing her head, Doreen tried to remember what had happened last night. Now fully awake, pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It wasn't the fact that she'd slept with someone that upset her so. She had, after all, been sexually active since she was 17 and slept with her boyfriend Tim on a regular basis. It was that she couldn't remember who it had been. The image of Billy Thompson suddenly filled her mind.

The delegate from Seattle had been trying to hit on her since day one. Was he the guy from the other side of the bed. She did remember him trying to buy her a drink last night. The sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. In a few seconds, Doreen would see if it was Billy or not. Hopefully it wasn't someone worse. Doreen's eyes nearly popped out of her head and her small mouth dropped open in shock as the bathroom door swung open and a tall form walked into the room. Walking over to Doreen, the blue clothed figure bend over and kissed her. It was a warm touch, but Doreen was too much in shock to respond. As her mystery lover moved away from her, Doreen barely heard herself being asked to lock up behind her as her lover in blue was late for a meeting. The hotel room door closed behind her lover before the reality of the situation fully hit Doreen. Her lover had been tall, blonde and gifted with an incredible body. In addition, her lover had been the last person she could ever have imagined coming out of that door. Her name , Doreen remember now, was Evelyn Howard. Doreen had spent the night with another woman. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Doreen thought as she jumped out of the bed.

"What did I do last night?" Grabbing the various pieces of clothing scattered across the floor, Doreen quickly made for the bathroom and after a quick wash proceeded to dress. As she buttoned up her blouse, she noticed a small razor in the sink, still covered with small brown hairs. "Guess that explains were my hair went." She noted as she ran her hand through her long dark hair. Exiting the bathroom back to the main room, she carefully opened the outer door and looked into the hall. Thankfully it was empty. Closing and locking the door behind her, she quickly moved to the elevator and hit the up button. During the short two floor ride, Doreen felt like every person in the small elevator was staring at her. As if they all knew what she had done. When the doors finally opened on the twelfth floor, she almost ran out them. It wasn't until the 26 year old was safely in her room that Doreen was able to relax.

Thankfully her assigned roommate was already out for the day, attending some conference or other. The school board back home hadn't been willing to pay for a private room so she had been forced to share accommodations. She'd had little contact with her roommate, only having met her twice. A tough old bitty twice Doreen's age, she'd made no secret of her dislike of the night time parties and was usually already asleep by the time Doreen made it back to the room. "I need a shower." Doreen said to herself as she began to strip out of the clothing she had so hurriedly put on only twenty minutes before. The hot water felt good against her skin as the fog in her mind began to clear. She began to remember images from the night before and by the time she had toweled dry, was forming a good picture of the events that had led her to Evelyn's bed. Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she dropped onto the unused bed and closed her eyes. As her thoughts drifted, the last ten hours began to replay in her mind like a movie.

The noise of the Flamingo Room filled Doreen's ears, thankfully drowning out the sound of Billy Thompson's voice. The grammar school teacher from Seattle had been going on for almost twenty minutes on some subject or other, all the while stealing glances down Doreen's blouse whenever he could. Normally, Doreen liked showing off her breasts. They weren't very big, only a 34C, but she worked hard to keep them firm and pert. It was just that Billy Thompson, while sort of cute, was also an incredible bore. Over the last few nights, she tried every way she could think of to let him know she wasn't interested. She'd mentioned her boyfriend back home at least a dozen times, but still he kept coming back. Eventually she was just going to have to tell him to bugger off, something she really hated doing. "So I was saying to the Principle........" Billy went on as he took another deep look down Doreen's shirt. Doreen had finally had enough. Filled with liquid courage, she opened her mouth to tell Billy off when a tall blonde woman stepped alongside her. There were plenty of empty seats around the bar so it was obvious that she wanted something from one of them. "Maybe she had the hots for "Mr. Rogers" here and is going to take him away from me." Doreen thought hopefully.

"Maybe she's a long lost girlfriend." That hope faded as quickly as the annoyed look on Billy's face appeared. Whoever this woman was, she was no friend of his. The blonde in the bright green dress looked at Billy for a moment, then turned to Doreen and smiled. "Sweetheart, I've been looking all over for you." The older woman said in a musical tone. "I thought we were going to meet in the Kiki Kiki Room." Doreen hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied. "Oh my goodness, I'm such a airhead at times. I've been having this fascinating discussion with Billy here, by the way, have you met Billy Thompson from Seattle. I must've lost all track of time. You will forgive me, won't you?" Doreen put all she could into the statement, trying to convey the idea that she was indeed supposed to meet this woman. It would've helped greatly if she knew her name. She'd seen her on a couple of discussion panels but really hadn't paid that much attention. "Oh course my pet, how could I ever stay angry at my little pearl." "I thought you said that you came to the Conference all alone?" Billy said to Doreen. "I......I ..err....did." Doreen replied. "But ......" "Doreen and I are very old friends." The blonde said as she reached out and took Doreen's hand in hers. "Very close friends...." She added with a special emphasis that couldn't be mistaken. "I see.....I mean I didn't know....." Billy stammered as his face turned a bright crimson. "I....have to go.....excuse me." With that he was gone. "I hope that's what you wanted."

The older woman said as they watched Billy disappear from view. I've seen him following you every night and you looked like you'd just about had enough." "Oh yes." Doreen gushed as she smiled at the woman. "I just can't believe you got rid if him in a few minutes. I've done everything but write him a note spelling out that I wasn't interested." "Evelyn Howard, from San Diego." The tall blonde said as she reached out and again took Doreen's hand, this time for a firm handshake. "Doreen Doyle from Parkerston, Indiana." Doreen replied as she returned Evelyn's firm grip. "My friend's call me Dee Dee." "Well the first part I got right away," Evelyn grinned. "You're still wearing your name tag." Looking down, Doreen grimaced on seeing the small name plate clipped to her blouse. She quickly removed it. At least that explained how Evelyn had known her name. "Well anyway, I'm grateful." Doreen said as she slipped the tag into her pocket. "Can I at least buy you a drink." "Certainly," Evelyn replied. "But lets move to a table. Standing at the bar attracts too many guys."

By the second drink, Doreen and Evelyn were fast on their way to becoming the old friends Evelyn had fictitiously created earlier. Evelyn, Doreen learned, was 39 and the assistant principle at an junior high school back in San Diego. This was her fifth conference and she sat on three of the permanent discussion groups. The conversation turned away from education and Doreen talked a lot about her boyfriend, Tim, back home. He was a nice enough guy. A lot of fun, both in and out of bed. But she really wasn't sure she was ready to settle down. This was only her third trip outside of the state, and the other two had been supervised. There was so much to see and do. "Well no one is watching over you on this trip." Evelyn said. "And there are a lot more interesting people to meet than that bore from Seattle." "Your right," Doreen said as she lifted her glass in a toast. "To so many men and so little time." So intent was he on draining her glass that she didn't notice that Evelyn didn't share in the toast. "How did you ever come up with that idea to get rid of Thompson. I never would of thought of it." Doreen asked as she put her empty glass on the table and signaled for another. "Well, sometimes with people like that, all you have to do is present them with something they just can't deal with." "Imagine," Doreen said as the waiter replaced her empty glass with a full one. "Pretending to be a lesbian and that I was your date." "Oh I wasn't pretending," Evelyn said calmly. "I am a lesbian." Doreen nearly dropped the drink she had lifted halfway to her mouth. "It was only my date with you that I was pretending about." Doreen slowly placed the glass back on the table, her face still registering surprise. "Is that a problem?" Evelyn asked. "I really wasn't trying to pick you up or anything." No, of course not." Doreen stammered out. "You just caught me by surprise." For the moment, Doreen took a long look at Evelyn. Lesbian.

The word had never been part of her vocabulary. Back home in Parkerston she had never even know anyone who had ever met a lesbian. At least no one who had ever admitted to it. Of course there were always those rumors about Sylvia Johnson back in high school, but she had moved away right after graduation. Evelyn had said that she hadn't been trying to pick her up, but just the same, Doreen began to wonder if the older woman was attracted to her. While she never considered herself beautiful, she knew that men found her pretty. Was a lesbian attracted in the same way men were? A few moments of awkward silence covered the table until Evelyn finally broke it. "I can leave if you like, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." "Oh no, please stay." Doreen responded. "I'm sorry for staring but you really don't fit what I always thought a lesbian would look like." Without thinking, Doreen had whispered the word lesbian. Just like she sometimes heard the old women in her family lower their voice when they wanted to say something about someone. Like "they drink you know" or "They had cancer surgery". It was usually something unpleasant. "You really don't have to whisper the word, Dee Dee." Evelyn said. "I don't hide the fact that I'm a lesbian. It's not some kind of disease." "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had done it." Doreen apologized. She really felt kind of foolish. After all, she was so far from home, who would ever know she had drinks with a lesbian.

As the conversation went on, Doreen found herself being captivated by the woman on the other side of the table. More and more she found herself staring at Evelyn's ample breasts, wondering what it would feel like to touch them. It had been a long time since she had such thoughts. Back in her sorority in college, it was rumored that a few of the girls engaged in lesbian practices, but Doreen never found out if that was true. There were a few nights when she saw girls sneaking into one another's rooms, but she had never been invited. Sometimes she wish she had, just out of curiosity. Finally, the bartender called last call, and the two women got up to leave. Doreen felt a little unsteady on her feet, a combination of the alcohol and the strange excitement she felt from being with Evelyn. She knew the folks back home would never approve. Waiting for the crowds by the elevator to thin out, Doreen continued to stare at Evelyn. In return, the tall blonde seemed to be ignoring her gaze. Finally Doreen concluded that Evelyn might be thinking that she was looking at her as if she was some kind of curiosity and decided to stop. She was curious it was true, but it wasn't fair to treat another person as such. As the two women entered the elevator, they were joined by another man. Doreen noted that Evelyn hit the button for the tenth floor while she hit the twelfth. The stranger had pressed four. No sooner as the doors closed on the fourth floor behind the man, when Evelyn stepped over to Doreen and abruptly kissed her.

Caught totally off guard, Doreen instinctively opened her mouth to protest, only to have the protest stifled by Evelyn's probing tongue. Then as abruptly as it had begun, Evelyn broke the kiss and stepped back. "All evening, you've been wondering what that would feel like." Evelyn said as she smiled. "I could see it in the way you kept staring at me. So now you know." Doreen was still too taken back to respond. It was been both abrupt and exciting she had to admit. Anything she then wanted to say was cut off by the chime of the elevator door's opening on ten. As Evelyn stepped off the elevator, she paused for a moment and turned to Doreen. "If you really want to see what it's like, I'm in room 1005." She said as the doors closed behind her. While the elevator moved upward, a dozen thoughts ran though Doreen's mind at once. Could she do something like that? Who would ever know? Would she ever get another chance? What would Timmy think? Did she even care? The doors opened on twelve and she took one step out, then hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back in and pressed the button for ten. Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood outside the door to room 1005. What am I doing, she asked herself for the tenth time. The elevator chimed down the hall as she heard a few people getting off on this floor. Thankfully, they went in the other direction and entered their own room. She could tell they were drunk and hadn't even noticed her. "Can't stand here all night." Doreen said to herself in a low voice. "Either go forward or back." Taking a deep breath she finally knocked on the door. Long seconds passed and she thought Evelyn might have already gone to bed. She was thinking of leaving when a voice called from behind the locked door. "Who is it?" "Doreen...." She managed to stammer out. A second later, the door swung open and she stepped inside.

The room wasn't much different than her own. Same color, same furniture, same boring art on the walls. Her head turned as Evelyn locked the door behind her. The tall blonde was now wearing a blue terrycloth robe. Her hair had been unclipped and combed out, hanging loosely around her shoulders. It was also slightly damp, telling Doreen she had just come out of the shower. "Did you forget something?" Evelyn asked as she smiled. "I was thinking about what you said in the elevator." Doreen said, her eyes fixed on the soft valley between Evelyn's breasts that was visible through the folds of the robe. "And......? Evelyn asked. "And, I think I'd like to know more." said Doreen somewhat hesitantly. "You think.....?" Evelyn said in a strong voice. "Either you do or you don't. Now which is it?" "I want to learn more." Doreen said, this time with conviction. Evelyn smile grew larger. She reached out and ran her fingers down across Doreen's cheek. The school teacher from Indiana found the touch unbelievably erotic. Her long index finger slid down across Doreen's face and caressed her small lips. Evelyn slid her finger into Doreen's mouth and let her suck on it for a few moments. Pleased with the young woman's willingness, Evelyn removed her finger and took a step back. The bright smile grew to it's fullest. "I told you in the bar that I was a lesbian." She said as she took the same finger and ran her tongue across it. "What I didn't mention was that I'm also a dominant. Do you understand what that is?" Doreen had seen the word in a few books, she wasn't totally ignorant. She nodded a yes. "Tell me what you think it is?" Evelyn demanded. "I would guess that it's someone who's into Slave and Master situations." Doreen said, proud of her being able to answer.

"A person who was a ....." She hesitated a moment as she tried to remember the word. ".......Dominatrix." She finally remembered. "Very good." Evelyn said. "But there are various levels and situations that go with that." Doreen looked confused for a moment, her reading hadn't covered anything like that. "I'm not into whip, chains, leather or anything like that." Evelyn laughed softly as she now ran her finger down the deep valley of her 38D's. She could feel Doreen's eyes glued to it's journey. "I just enjoy the feeling of being in total control. Do you think you could handle something like that?" Doreen thought about it for a few long seconds, her eyes riveted on the drop of saliva running between Evelyn's mounds until it disappeared beneath the robe. If Evelyn had asked her this a half hour ago in the elevator, Doreen was sure she would've ran as fast as she could. Now after taking the giant steps which had brought her this far she only felt exhilaration instead of fear. "Yes I could." She replied in a solid tone. "Really now?" Evelyn countered. With a flourish, the taller woman turned and walked over to the edge of the bed. She motioned for Doreen to follow. Standing at the edge of the bed, Evelyn hiked her left leg up onto the bed. She pulled loose the sash around her waist, allowing the robe to fall open. Doreen took a long hard look at the naked body that had just been unveiled. It certainly wasn't that of a 20 year old, but neither was it that of a woman pushing 40. Her large breasts were still full and only sagged a little.

They were capped by silver dollar sized aureole, which in turn were topped by erasure sized nipples - already hard and erect. So enthralled by Evelyn's endowments, the younger woman didn't notice at first something she hadn't seen since junior high school gym. A totally nude pussy. A wicked grin on her face, Evelyn reached down and spread her vaginal lips with her hand, drawing Doreen's attention to it's bareness. "I want you to lick me!" She commanded. Doreen dropped to her knees without a moments hesitation, so compelling had been the command. She looked up at the tall blonde and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes bearing down upon her. Then she looked forward into the pinkness stretched open in front of her. "Last chance to back out..." Doreen said to herself as she dropped her gaze to the floor and removed her glasses. Then with less hesitation then she showed the first time she took a boy in her mouth, the 26 year old grammar school teacher reached out with her tongue and stroked the sex of another woman. "Mmmmm, this is pretty nice." Doreen thought as she explored the inner reaches of Evelyn's canal. The young woman found it pleasantly surprising that she actually liked the taste that now filled her mouth. Prior to this moment she had never sampled the juices of a woman, not even her own. Based on the comments of both her boyfriend Tim and two previous lovers, she had expected it to be somewhat gross. At least that was the excuse they had always given for not doing it for more a few minutes. Just enough to help get her wet before intercourse.

After giving Doreen ample time to become comfortable with exploring her womanhood, Evelyn took a gentle grip on the back of Doreen's head and helped guide her tongue to the most sensitive spots. "Not bad for a novice." Evelyn chuckled as she pressed the brunette's face deep between her legs. Doreen took that as praise and increased the motion of her tongue. Her face was now smeared with the sticky juices, but she didn't care. Without even checking, she knew that her own pussy, still covered by her panties, was also wet. "I guess you can handle it." Evelyn said as she released her grip on Doreen's head and guided her back to her feet. As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled her close and kissed her again. This kiss was much more aggressive than the one in the elevator. Evelyn really loved the taste of her pussy on another woman's lips and after running her tongue along the interior of Doreen's now willingly open mouth, she began to lick it off her cheeks.

"Strip for me." Evelyn whispered in Doreen's ear as she nibbled on the lobe. "Make me hot for your body." Doreen took a big step back and reached behind her for the zipper of her dress. She had never stripped for anyone before. Usually the men she'd been with wanted her naked as quickly as possible. She remembered an old adult movie she had seen in a motel she and Tim had once spent a few hours in. Incredibly, he had switched on the television after their lovemaking and watched part of an adult film for the last hour of their stay. Dropping her dress to the floor, she tried to copy the woman she had seen that night. Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen played with them for a few moments before releasing the front clasp. Then with an exaggerated shimmy, she let the plain white bra fall away from her mounds and drop off her arms. She returned her hands to her breasts, now running her fingers across the nipples. The girl in the film had breasts large enough to pull up within reach of her own tongue, Doreen knew she couldn't duplicate that. Instead she wet the tips of her fingers and rubbed the last remnants of lovejuice from her face, then spread it across her nipples. Evelyn had laid back against the headboard and was playing with her own breasts with one hand and sliding two fingers of the other into her pussy. "That's right." She purred. "Put on a show." Doreen's slip followed the bra to the floor and she stood only covered by a cheap pair of cotton panties. She slid both her hands beneath the waistband and let out a loud sigh. Then thrusting her shoulders back and her chest out with each motion, she began to rub her own clit. "Take it off!" Evelyn encouraged from the bed. Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding pelvic thrust to her gyrations. Then with as much strength as she could muster, she expanded a previous small tear in the material and ripped her panties off. Now totally exposed was a wild growth of bushy brown hair. No sooner had the now torn material hit the floor when Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed Doreen's shoulders. With a powerful shove, she tossed the smaller woman onto the bed. Then lifting each of her legs up and outward, she dropped down and buried her head between them. "Oh God!" Doreen exclaimed as she felt the wet touch of Evelyn's tongue.

It was like a spark of electricity that shot up and throughout her body. The first jolt was followed by a second and a third, until it became a constant wave of delight. Evelyn's skillful use of her tongue instantly showed years of experience. In only a minute she had brought Doreen to a place she had only imagined before. The pressure against her sex increased, driving her further and further into a euphoric state. Her breathing quickened as she forced air into her lungs in short gasps. She gripped the sheet beneath her, balling it up in her closed fists. Doreen could feel the crest of an orgasm fast approaching, far faster than she could have ever brought it on herself. Rocking the bed she began to lunge her pelvis against Evelyn's face, trying to match the blondes own thrusts. Finally her body began to shake as indescribable pleasure filled her existence. "Ooohh Goddd!" She yelled in a high pitched voice. Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen's ass and practically lifted it off the bed. She ran her tongue up and down the hair covered opening as fast as possible, finally sending her new found lover over the edge. "YYYeeeesssss!" Doreen now screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard. The shout was music to Evelyn's ears. A few minutes later, the two woman laid side by side, regaining their strength. A look of bliss covered Doreen's face. She looked into Evelyn's blue eyes and finally spoke. "That was the most incredible moment of my life." She said in a quiet little girl tone. "I wish it could've lasted for hours." "That was just a warm-up." Evelyn laughed. "We still have a long way to go." Doreen's smile grew brighter. "But first, why don't we do something about this mess." The older woman said as she ran her hand across Doreen's cum stained pubic hair. "Sure, I'll only take me a minute to clean it up." Doreen replied as she started to get up. "Actually, I was thinking of cutting it all off." Evelyn interjected.

"I don't think there's anything sexier than a woman who's bare." She added as she spread her own legs and let the overhead light shine on her own bare beaver. Doreen didn't even stop to think about it. If Evelyn had said they should go downstairs and run through the lobby naked, she would've given the same answer. "Ok." She said in that same little girl voice. Ten minutes later, Doreen stood in front of the full length bathroom mirror and admired her newly saved cunt. Evelyn had handled the razor with precision and not even a small scratch was visible. On her own, Doreen couldn't even shave her legs without drawing blood. She ran her fingers across the now exposed skin, giggling at it's softness. "Mmmm, that's much better." Evelyn said as she embraced Doreen from behind and cupped her small breasts. Playing with her nipples, she kissed first her neck, then pulled her head around and met her lips with her own. This time the kiss was soft and gentle, and for the first time, Doreen was able to appreciate the warmth of Evelyn's kiss. A second kiss followed, then a third. All the while, the blonde played with the smaller woman's breasts, bringing her nipples to a stiff attention. Evelyn took a seat on the bowl and pulled Doreen to her. Her face now level with the small firm breasts, she kissed each nipple in turn. Just a peck at first, then a little harder. Soon Doreen's entire mound was covered with wet kisses. Pulling the brunette tighter in her embrace, the kisses turned to love bites as Evelyn's teeth glided across the soft skin. Then her attention turned to her nipples as first one , then the other disappeared into Evelyn's mouth. Doreen had never realized her nipples could be so sensitive, or that the simple act of sucking on them could feel so good. So distracted was she by this new revelation, she jumped when she felt two of her teacher's fingers slide between the folds of her now nude womanhood.

The faster her fingers slid in and out, the harder Evelyn sucked. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, she brought her junior right back to the excited state she had enjoyed a short while before. As if hypnotized, Doreen began to again gyrate in time with the penetration. If Evelyn kept this up, she wouldn't last another ten minutes. As Doreen once against approached the edge of an orgasm, Evelyn suddenly stopped. Rising from the seat, she put her hands around Doreen's waist and helped her hop up onto the vanity. No sooner as she settle her ass against the cold countertop when Evelyn replaced her fingers and began to again finger-fuck her. The advantage of this new position was that Evelyn's large breasts were now face level with Doreen. A fact that the history teacher wasted no time in exploiting. Immediately she lifted the right breast and guided the nipple to her waiting mouth. Like a babe at her mother's tit, the 26 year old woman suckled. The rising heat from between her legs just increased her desire to bring Evelyn the same pleasure that she had given her. "Oh yes, baby." Evelyn said as she pulled Doreen's lips tighter against her breasts. "You're doing fine. Moving to the other breast, Doreen continued to stroke the saliva soaked nipple with her hand. What she lacked in experience she more than made up in enthusiasm. "Let's go back to the bed." Evelyn suggested as she pulled her breast away from a reluctant Doreen. Back on the bed, Evelyn laid out on her back and invited Doreen to get on top of her. Instead of going face to face, she swung her body around and again offered her moist pussy to Evelyn. "I knew you'd be a fast learner." Evelyn quipped before she was silenced by the weight of Doreen's sexuality as she pressed it down against her mouth. By the time Doreen had moved her own head down between Evelyn's legs, the blonde was already fast as work with both her tongue and fingers. It only took a few minutes for her to whip Doreen back to a teetering edge. Try as she could, she couldn't keep up with the more experienced woman, but she would give it her best effort all the same.

With her tongue pressing around and around Doreen's clit, and her fingers now covered with shiny lubricant, Evelyn abruptly switched hands. While her dry fingers soon became as wet as those they replaced, Evelyn ran the wet hand up across the curve of Doreen's ass and pressed the tips against her tightly closed pucker hole. First with one finger, then with a second, she pressed forward and gained entry. Once her hole has been stretched enough to hold two fingers, Evelyn applied enough pressure to force them both inside. The result on Doreen was immediate and explosive. Her anus had always been incredible sensitive. Once, a long time ago, a had performed analingus on her and she immediately fell in love with the act. Unfortunately, none of her later boyfriends would have anything to do with such a practice. Except for Billy who had once tried to have anal sex with her, but had been such a clod that it hurt too much to even get it inside. Now with Evelyn finger-fucking both her pussy and ass, as well as licking her clit, Doreen realized she was on the threshold of the orgasm of her life.

She gave up any attempt to try and bring Evelyn off and instead simple shut her eyes and allowed herself to drift of the currents of ecstasy ripping outward from her crotch. Finally in such a burst of raw energy that she thought she might be having a seizure, Doreen climaxed as she had never before. For the first time in her life she actually gushed, covering Evelyn's pretty face with the products of her eruptions. Evelyn of course was more than happy to accept the gift, continuing to both pump and lick away until she felt the woman on top her began to go limp with exhaustion. Evelyn had no intention of disturbing Doreen as she lay drained, her now totally saturated cunt still resting an inch above her mouth. she gently removed her fingers from both holes and with a gentle motion of her tongue, continued to partake of the fruit of her efforts. Evelyn liked nothing better than the taste of a satisfied woman. They made love once more that night, with Doreen finally bringing Evelyn to orgasm. After that, they both slept the sleep of the dead until Evelyn's bodyclock wore her up a scant 15 minutes before her meeting.

The relentless drone of an unanswered alarm flooded Doreen's consciousness. The flood of the memories that had replaced the alcohol induced haze abruptly stopped as she opened her eyes. "Oh my lord," She said to herself as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Was that really me last night?" It had been, she was forced to admit to herself. It would be easy to blame it on the booze. Simply say she had way too much to drink and had gone way over the edge. But while that lie could come easily enough, it wouldn't be true. It had been fun, and yes it had been exciting. Doreen couldn't remember the last time sex had been so exciting. But the thing to do now was admit that it had been both fun and exciting and put it all behind her. After all, tomorrow morning it would be back to Parkerston, Indiana, population 4,425. Back to the Eisenhower Elementary School were she was expected to set a moral example to the community and "lesbian" was a word not used in decent company. Yes, that was definitely the best thing to do. Just chalk it up as another little adventure that was better left forgotten. "Well better see what's on the agenda for today." Doreen said out loud as she walked over to the desk and picked up the brochure her roommate had left. Circled on it were discussion groups about various subjects by various well known and really incredibly boring educators. No doubt her roomie would find them fascinating. Since the closing ceremony for the conference was scheduled for 4:00 in order to allow many people to head home tonight, there wouldn't even be a party tonight. "Well at least I have a morning flight, no rushing to the airport tonight." She said to herself as she looked at the pile of suitcases her roommate had piled by the door. Her roomie had a 6:00 flight back to New Mexico, but insisted on attending as many discussion groups and lectures as possible.

According to her plan, she would attend the final comments and then race like the devil to the airport to catch her flight. "Well I wish her luck." Doreen thought. "Because if she misses her flight she'd be stuck her until tomorrow and I'll have to put up with her again." Looking at the clock, Doreen remembered that she told Tim she'd call him about this time to confirm what time her flight would get in. That way she could be sure he'd be there to meet her. As she reached for the phone she realized that was a really silly thought. Of course he'd be there to meet her. And if she knew Timmy, he'd take her straight to his apartment for a little between the sheets action. After all, he'd been without for five whole days. Unless of course he'd found someone else to keep his toes warm. The image of Bobby Jo (Boom Boom) Kolwowski, the waitress at the sports bar Tim spent so much time at suddenly came to mind. For the next half hour she sat on the receiving end of a busy signal. Finally she called the operator and asked her to interrupt, only to be told the phone was off the hook. "He knew I'd be calling this morning, where could he be?" She asked herself as she hung up the phone. No sooner had she replaced the receiver back on the phone than it abruptly rang. Quickly grabbing it she brought it up to her face. "Tim?" She asked, hoping that he had realized that the phone had been off the hook and was now calling her. "Who?" The feminine voice from the received asked. "Oh no, sugarpie, it's Evelyn."

"Oh God!" Doreen thought. Just the sound of her voice sent a tingle between her legs. "Yes...." Doreen answered hesitantly. "I'm going to be finished with the last panel about two and I was wondering if you'd like to get together for a late lunch? That is if you haven't already made any other plans?" "Well, I haven't really." Doreen answered, now aware that the tingling had spread to her nipples. She hesitated for a few moments then asked "Just lunch?" "Well, I'll leave that up to you, darling." Evelyn laughed softly. Doreen stared at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She had already decided that the best thing to do about last night was simply forget it ever happened. She couldn't, she mustn't do anything to change that. "Could you hold on a minute?" She asked. "Certainly." Lowering the phone, Doreen repeated to herself that she had made the right decision. After all, tomorrow she would be back on her way to her real life. Back to Tim and respectability. Of course there would be some perfectly good explanation as to why he had missed her call. It was only her imagination, her guilty imagination, that put him in the bed of a bimbo. "Just say sorry, I can't make it." Doreen said to herself. "She'll understand. And who knows, if she really wants company, I'm sure she'd have no trouble finding it." Returning the receiver to her mouth, Doreen opened her mouth to say just that. But instead it came out. "I'd love to." "Wonderful!" Evelyn exclaimed. "I'll see you about 2:30 then." "Fine, I'll be ready." Doreen heard herself say before the phone went click. For a long minute she stood there, staring hard at the phone in her hand. How had no turned into yes? What was she thinking?

Confused he hung up the phone. Just then the phone rang again. Hesitantly she picked it up and said hello. "Hi peaches." Said the deep masculine voice on the other end. "I'm glad I caught you." "Timmy?" She asked. For the next few minutes she listened as her boyfriend explained that he had knocked over his phone when he came in last night after a few too many beers. Figuring that she must've been trying to call and got a busy signal, he'd called her instead. "So how's the conference been?" He asked. "Very educational." She replied, thinking that was definitely the truth. "Well I can't wait for you to get home." He said. "It's been a long and lonely week." "Don't worry, I'll be home soon." She said and gave him all the flight information. "Great," He replied. "Well I'm going to have to run, babe. I'm playing ball with the guys down at the bar this afternoon." "All right, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then." Replacing the phone for a second time, she realized that the tingling between her legs had now given way to a soft wetness. But was it from Evelyn or Timmy? Should she call Evelyn back and cancel? Doreen picked up the phone and asked that Evelyn be paged. A few minutes later, Evelyn came to the phone. "Did you forget something?" She asked. "Err....actually...yes I did..." Doreen stammered. Silence on the other end indicated Evelyn was waiting for more of a response. "I just wanted to say....." Doreen began, stopping to take a long deep breath. "I just wanted to say that I wish that you'd call me Dee Dee. All my friends do." "Of course, Dee Dee, If it makes you happy." Evelyn beamed, her smile almost visible over the phone. "But I've got to get back. I'll see you later. I'm looking forward to it." "So am I." Dee Dee said as she too broke into a wide grin. Turning to look at herself once more in the mirror, she said out loud to her reflection. "I guess just once more can't really hurt. After all, this conference is supposed to be educational." Then her thoughts turned to what she could wear, wondering if she had time to stop at that really cute lingerie boutique she saw over on 4th street.

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Scarlett's Cove

"Could you at least smile and pretend that you're having a good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. "It's only our first night here and people are already beginning to stare." The slightly morose expression on her friend's face faded to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her dinner partner. "I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph replied. "I was just thinking how much this little trip is costing you." "That's right, costing me, not you." the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change." "I have fun." said the 34 year brunette. "Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isn't what I'm talking about." Arlene said in a corrective tone. "That's why I wanted to get you away from all that." "Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed. It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of her owners. The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style.

Finally, the resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two women's home in upstate New York. The resort was known world wide as Scarlett's Cove and it catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced around the large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women. This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference for women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldn't escape the fear that someone would see her in such a place.

On the other hand, Arlene's attraction to her own sex had only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago, she had been married to a rather successful and influential member of the community. It was almost ten years into their marriage that she discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn't like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real love for each other had faded half way through their marriage when it was evident that she wouldn't be assuring the Taylor Dynasty with an heir. Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman she met at the local health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadn't lasted long, but it had changed the course of her life. After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to seek a divorce from Collin.

Arlene realized all too well that despite his history of infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It wasn't fair but it was the way it was. Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing he'd ever done in the fourteen years they'd know each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she could. And if nothing else, she could take some small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing something that he enjoyed. Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasn't considered good manners in polite company to discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to enjoy her life. At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been close friends during their last two years at Washington High, despite the difference in their ages.

Quickly reestablishing the confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new sexual preference. She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that she'd been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In another reality, the two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a relationship now going into it's fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual encounters. So the two women had become even closer friends instead. "I still can't get over this place." Jeanette said as she finished her panorama of the room. "Who ever came up with this place?" Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett's Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she'd thought they were going to Jamaica. "Take a look at the painting over on that wall." Arlene said in response as she pointed to a large portrait hanging over a fireplace. Jeanette followed her friend's direction until she focused on the image.

The young woman in the painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. "That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene said. "And this house and just about everything around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that established incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he made here back into the island. He built the first hospital, then the school. His son continued the tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the island's young men and women off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40's and 50's, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population." Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of this island until yesterday. "That's just to give you a little broad background." Arlene continued. "The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir that he immediately christened this cove - Scarlett's Cove. Back in those days, few people said no to Sean McMurphy." "But what's that got to do with this resort?" Jeanette inquired. "Patience, I'm getting to that." the older woman continued. "Michael McMurphy only had two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the best schools in the world and took control of the day to day operations of the family business.

While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both her father's and grandfather's business sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that really didn't fit into the somewhat conservative 1950's. Even more so, it was noticed more and more that she spent most of her time in the company of other young women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her life. This wasn't for lack of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within earshot of "Big Mike" McMurphy. A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that the owner of that magazine was visited late one night by some friend's of "Big Mike". No one really knows what really happened but the story never saw print and the company went out of business within six months. Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later she opened Scarlett's Cove. A place where women like her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a prying world." "That's incredible." Jeanette said. "She must've led one interesting life. " "Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the place." Arlene didn't answer, she just turned her had back to the nearby portrait and took another long hard look.

Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out. "I know." she whispered back. "This is my third trip here and you'd be surprised who I've seen here. That's the beauty of it all, no one ever talks about this place." Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures of a senator's wife who was also here. The senator was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply disappeared. Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have guessed. "Can I get you ladies anything else?" a sweet voice said from behind Jeanette.

"Some dessert, perhaps?" The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was only added to by her long black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around her waist like a skirt. Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn't help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches from her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the employees were under any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time there were no rules against it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture because none of the guests carried any and any employee that tried to solicit it was immediately fired. "No, not right now." Arlene said as she gave the young woman a broad smile. "Maybe later..... Mae." she added as she read the girl's name off the small plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place. Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility. "You're incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the young woman just as admirably. "This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So it's a good thing I don't have your job." "How so?" "Oh come on now." came Arlene's reply in a tone that was half serious. "Every day you have a class full of sweet young things hanging on your every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Don't tell me you haven't at least fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns warm and so much clothing comes off." "I've learned to keep my personal and professional life separate." Jeanette said in a flat voice. "I think I've hit a nerve."

Arlene shot right back." Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to the small stage podium at the front of the hall and picked up the microphone. "If I can have your attention, Ladies." she began with a chipped British accent. "The auction is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the tables." The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across the room. There was obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all about. "Well it's pretty simple." she began. "Ever see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know where they auction off dates." Arlene nodded agreement. "Well, basically its the same thing. We don't carry money of course, but anyone who want to participate can and then settle up when they check out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund and it's all really a lot of fun." "You've done this before." Jeanette asked. "Last time I was here." came the reply with pride. "I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself." "You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette said. "I never cease to amaze myself." came the reply. A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly drew everyone's attention.

At an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide double door pulled them open. "If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett McMurphy, then here's your chance to meet her." Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession. Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they moved and to both women's delight their path would take them right by their table. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn't that of a 68 year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn't have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days. It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her table. "It's so good to see you again, Arlene dear." Scarlett said.

"You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the new school." "Of course." Arlene replied. While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of the fortune she's inherited on schools and such, she never knew her interest extended this far. At the moment, she was more interested in the two young women who accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both were as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked of they were some sort of honor guard. "In a way," Arlene answered. "They're her bedmates for this week." "What?" "From what I understand, Scarlett's slept with two women a night since she was 30 years old. It's considered a great honor, I've heard the waiting list is almost six months long." As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.

Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in her early 40's. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars less than the young blonde. As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian girl wasn't who she'd first thought she was. Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no disputing that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on her. Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who's name the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she'd been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500. Watching her little dance, Jeanette's mind began to wander to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so. "Emi, I'm home." Jeanette called out as she closed the apartment door behind her. "You wouldn't believe the stunt my class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was a junior."

The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from the small table by the door, she began to flip through it as she stepped into the small living room. "Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table one by one. "Were does it all go?" she asked herself. Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she'd gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching assistant. She'd do even better once she finished up those last few credits she needed for her teaching certificate. Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that she'd found contentment. It seemed like every day brought something new and exciting. "San Padre School District, San Padre, California. " she read off the return address of a long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. "I wonder what this was?" she mused as she looked into the empty envelope. The brunette didn't hear the soft footsteps of her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced her head back to meet Emi's kiss.

The pressure of the younger woman's lips against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her legs. "Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss. "Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on Jeanette's lap. "I missed you." Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue against Jeanette's. The kiss lasted a long time, followed by a second and third. "My you're in a playful mood." Jeanette grinned. "What's brought this on?" "I missed you that's all." Emi whispered into Jeanette's ear, kissing it as well. "And I've been wanting to give you something all afternoon." Emi again cupped Jeanette's firm breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them. She could fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the plain white bra her lover wore under her conservative school attire. She again kissed Jeanette lightly. "Nice." she asked. "Nice." Jeanette agreed.

Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach benches and listened to Elaine's tale. It was both the most incredible and at the same time tragic story she had ever heard. "After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake to see you." Elaine continued. "All through high school I was certain that you had in interest in women, but I never had the nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I'd found that nerve." Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay of her own life. I stopped by your house one day just before you got home and waited outside. When your car finally pulled up and you got out, I became certain about three things.

The first was that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was that the oriental girl you were with was your lover. And finally, the last thing was "why would I ever have thought that you or anyone else was ever going to be interested in a fat ugly girl like me." "Elaine, the first two were definitely true." Jeanette interjected. "But never the third was never, ever true. If I never realized your interest in me it was because of your age, never because of what you might have looked like." "Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned that anger into a positive thing. I learned to spend as much time developing my body as I did my mind. Not a bad result, huh." "No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said. "In fact, I think you're beautiful." "I've waited six years to hear you say that." Elaine said. "It was worth it." "So now what?' the older woman asked. "All of my life, I've been a great believer in the concept of divergence points. That you have certain points in your life where different elements come together and you can change your destiny. If I hadn't waited for you that afternoon and saw you and your lover, I wouldn't have started taking better care of my body. If I hadn't pulled over one night to help a couple of students stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn't have met John and Sally, my partners at Startech.

The key is to learn to recognize those turning points." "And can you?" "Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different things come together to just be a coincidence. I was already leaving the banquet hall when they called your name. When I heard it, I was intrigued enough to come back in to see who also had that name. I never expected it to actually be you. Then when I asked one of the waitresses about the woman you were with and found out that she was just your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity to again change destiny. The rest you know ." "Which leads us to where?" "Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the opportunity to do this." Elaine said. With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the lips, bringing with that kiss, a half dozen years of unrequited love. Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her hopes, her dreams, a thousand nights of fantasy.

All she wanted was this moment. The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette the option of continuing or pulling away. When it ended, Elaine paused for a moment, then kissed her again. Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her lips and pressed it against Jeanette's. Excitement ripped through her as she felt the other woman's lips part to admit it. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed between them. More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft kisses and long soulful ones. Their hands slid up and down each other's bodies, delighting with each others touch. Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began to match the action of her fingers with that of her tongue. Soft expressions of delight began to issue from the older woman. Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up with her other hand and undid the buttons of Jeanette's blouse. The small buttons quickly gave way, exposing the large pale pink breasts beneath. Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and placed her hands against her melon sized mounds. The nipples were rock hard and the touch of her slender fingers sent shivers through the older woman's body. The younger woman experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds emanating from her former teacher's throat. Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held her bikini top in place. It instantly fell away, revealing firm round globes as deeply tanned as the rest of her body. It only took another touch to undo the clip that held the skirt. Even in the moonlight it was apparent that Elaine made a habit of sunbathing totally nude. Elaine looked into her mentor's eyes, quickly loosing herself in their deepness. She couldn't resist kissing Jeanette one more time. While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent down and replaced her hands with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth sent a string of encouragement running from Jeanette's lips. Her speech was so low that Elaine couldn't understand everything she was saying. The tone however, was unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard dark pink nipples.

Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the wide areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanette's shorts and pulled them around her ankles. Without conscious thought, Jeanette stepped out of them. Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took a moment to relish the aroma. An aroma she imagined on countless lonely nights. She kissed each thigh, again and again, before moving on to her prize. Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants, gliding across the priceless pearl with a gentle reverence. She kissed the object of her desire though the thin wet material, then slowly eased off Jeanette's panties. It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress. She could feel Jeanette's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over and over. Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down between her own legs and slid first one, then two and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue. Sweat ran down the older woman's body as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her first orgasm in so many months was near. Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel of love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and down the older woman's body to double.

The harder Elaine moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated Faster and faster the waves washed over Jeanette, each bringing her closer to an explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy each second. With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as she hadn't since that last night with Emi. Her body shook for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture. Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered with her wetness. A much softer cry on her lips. "Oh my dear God." Jeanette panted as she collapsed against Elaine's kneeing form. "I've missed that so much." What she didn't say as she hugged the younger woman was that it was the fulfillment of her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of having a sexual encounter with one of her students. Arlene had been so close to the mark earlier that evening it had scared her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy. Both women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each others arms. Silently they laid there, caressing and kissing each other's body. Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly whispered. "My turn." She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her beautiful breasts, but she would make it up to her later. All she wanted at this moment was to loose herself in the fragrant scent of her womanhood. Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own hands and spread her pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Elaine's shaking body. Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine's clit again and again, striking it with a feverish feeling that made her once forbidden lover feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this talented woman's tongue. . Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Elaine as she sucked.

Her protege was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the sand. Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs and squeals. As she came she took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Jeanette's dark hair, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury. And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded Jeanette's explosion of only a short time before. Never have she reached such a plateau with any previous lover. Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this wonderful. Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply moaned in quiet satisfaction, the tone of her voice not reflective of the bodyquake assaulting her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of starlight blotted out the heavens. As the ripples of passion began to fade, her only fear was that it would never again been this good. "Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked when the young woman failed to move after a few minutes. "I have never felt so right." Elaine said as she lifted herself up into a sitting position. "I thought we were going to talk about this." Jeanette said as she pulled up along her. "I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak louder than words." Elaine replied. "And if I really wanted something, I should reach out and grab it." "I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some day." the teacher grinned. "I hope we have this much trouble every night." Elaine added.

"We have six more nights here." The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few hours she had been living in a fantasy world. She didn't have Arlene's passion for casual flings. The thought that this had been one of them now troubled her. "And then we go back to our lives." Jeanette said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "I guess so, but you never know what the future will bring." Elaine responded. "If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation already started to pale in the light of reality. "Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer about divergence points and how some things just seem to fall in place." "Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each passing moment. "Well you might have noticed that new building they've been putting up about a half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive." "I've driven past it." the now confused woman replied. "Well I guess you've never looked at the sign in front." Jeanette just looked more confused. "Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled. "I made the decision to move back home months ago. See what I mean about things coming together at the right place and the right time." "I....I don't know what to say." Jeanette said, her face lighting up once more. "Well, even after the building opens next month, I still have to find a place to sleep. Think you can help me with that?" "I think that together we could come up with something.' Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too long absent." "Good, now that we've got that settled, shut up and kiss me. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and the teacher the student.

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