Chocolate Dreams

Getting into her car, Vivienne Wu angrily slammed the door of her sleek black convertible. She was a vision of glittering diamond necklace and bracelet, lustrous upswept hair, and perfect ivory complexion, decked out in black stiletto heels and black silk stockings.

All day spent at the spa, hours with her hair and meticulous makeup for her husband's birthday dinner tonight, all for nothing. When she'd telephoned his office to confirm his early arrival, he'd been apologetic and said he'd have to have a business dinner tonight instead. Dinner would be ruined. Furious words had ensued, and she'd icily wished him good luck on finding her at home when he eventually returned.

As she roared out of the carport, Vivienne dialed Rebecca, her best friend and confidante. Another "trophy" wife, Rebecca Sommersby had been Vivienne's oldest friend since she'd emigrated to America. Driving aimlessly through the small suburb of Willow Lake, Vivienne fumed into the telephone. Rebecca was sympathetic. "Twenty years, and he does this to me! I've been a good mother, a good wife, and this is how he appreciates me?" the beautiful Chinese woman asked rhetorically.

"Viv, don't go there. You know Colin loves you. He's probably working on another big merger. You've got a hard-working man, that's all. These things happen. You know, Jack hasn't been home for supper in weeks."

She was silent. Colin Wu was a wonderful husband, a marvelous father to their daughter and well regarded in their little town. "Darling, why don't you just give him a raincheck?" Vivienne slowed her car as she entered the little town. "Rebecca, you're right. I suppose I was just disappointed. Let me! ring Colin straight away and make it up to him."

"Honey, maybe you're disappointed because you were looking for a little something in return after supper," Rebecca thought to herself.

The office telephone rang until Heather, Colin's secretary, answered. "Heather, it's Mrs. Wu. Please take a message for Colin that I'm sorry about dinner tonight, and..." Vivienne's eye was caught by the vivid neon sign of the store before her, fairly shouting "Chocolate Dreams" in bold lavender and pink. "Tell him I'll have a surprise for him when he gets home!" the thirty-nine year old woman said impulsively.

Inside the ice-cream parlor Chocolate Dreams, pretty Anna Cathcart was vaguely disquieted. As Vivienne Wu was ivory and ebony, the perky blonde was a wholesome peaches and cream, set off by a glowing golden tan. Her only concession to makeup was her bright pink lipstick. The young coed had been thinking about a recent incident that both frightened and excited, something that spoke volumes about who she was and where she was going in life.

She'd found herself in the school library. She didn't need books, or research, or to borrow anything. Anna was there because of Miss Flynn the librarian. Willow Lake rumor had it that Miss Flynn was gay, and out of curiosity Anna was determined to find out.

When she'd found the tall, busty redhead alone in the back of the periodicals section, Anna posed her question by standing on tiptoes and simply kissing her full on her luscious mouth. The surprised librarian had been taken aback at first, then responded eagerly. She'd asked if Anna was sure about this. Anna had nodded vigorously. They'd had supper together in her apartment (the first time Anna had lobster). That night Miss Flynn had become "Jessica" and Anna had lost her virginity.

Anna was tingling with the memory of their hour of tender lovemaking, and musing about other possibilities when the doorchime rang musically, announcing a customer. She was surprised to see Mrs. Wu enter, dressed to the nines. She had been friends with Karen, Mrs. Wu's daughter, who was away at State College.

"Hello, Anna," Mrs. Wu exclaimed. "We've not seen you in a long time!"

"Hi, Mrs. Wu," Anna replied. "Yes, it's been a while." Impossible thoughts began forming in the nineteen year-old's mind. She was fascinated by the older woman's ravishing appearance. What was the occasion, some kind of party? Anna toyed with her pony tail distractedly.

"Well, we should have you over soon." Vivienne removed her gloves. The light caught the polish of her fingernails, and glinted from her diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band. "Can you please help me?"

Anna wickedly thought about helping herself to the exotic Asian beauty. Jessica had opened her eyes to a world of possibilities, but how would she ever manage to reach Mrs. Wu?

"Sure, Mrs. Wu. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like a birthday cake, a special cake."

"No problem, Mrs. Wu. Oh, look at the time. I'll tell you what, do you mind if I just flip over the 'Closed' sign and turn off the front lights?" The teenager had contrived a definite plan.

"Oh, please go right ahead, Anna." Vivienne moved to inspect the freezer case, smoothing her black silk dress.

"Be right back, Mrs. Wu" the blonde dashed out to turn over the sign and flick off the lights.

"What will it be, Mrs. Wu?" she asked as she returned.

"So many choices! I think I'll have this "Rocky Road and Vanilla" cake with the chocolate icing, Anna." It was a sumptuous symphony of dark chocolate frosting, piled high with whipped cream.

"Cool choice, Mrs. Wu! That's my favorite, too."

"Really?" the unsuspecting housewife asked. The blonde nodded.

"Shall I make it 'Happy Birthday' for Mr. Wu?" she asked innocently. Her hear thudded in her chest with the audacity of her bold plan. Would it work?

"Yes, please Anna." Vivienne fished a twenty dollar bill from her purse.

"Sure thing," the girl fumbled with the cover. This would be tricky.

"Here you go," she said as she raised the package over the counter. Vivienne's outstretched arms went to meet the package. She couldn't have known Anna would give the box a little toss, nor that the lid would flop wide open. Cake, inscription and all, sailed straight into the woman's generous chest. It made a spectacular impact, as the Chinese woman shrieked in surprise.

"Ohmigosh!" exclaimed Anna, running out from behind the counter. "Here, let me get you cleaned up, I am sooo sorry," she chattered as she dabbed at Vivienne's ample front with a towel.

"That's all right, dear," the surprised Vivienne responded, "accidents will happen."

Anna babbled as she wiped chocolate from the front of the expensive dress, "Oh, no! Your beautiful dress is ruined and it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wu!" As she had hoped, the sudden surprise and the cold ice-cream had their expected effect on Mrs. Wu's nipples. She could feel their hardness through the lacy brassiere. She couldn't believe her own daring.

Vivienne couldn't help but notice the younger girl's attentions. Whatever was Anna doing? It felt good, whatever the girl was up to. She suddenly realized, as had Rebecca much earlier, the reason for her anger with Colin. She'd simply been horny beyond belief!

"Oh, Mrs. Wu, what can I ever do to make up for this?" Anna wailed, looking deep into the older woman's eyes. Vivienne suddenly understood the younger girl's meaning. Well, she thought, I certainly have nothing better to do tonight...

"Nonsense, Anna," the Chinese woman reassured the girl. "Think nothing of it."

"But Mrs. Wu," Anna persisted, still rubbing her breasts, "I feel so upset."

Vivienne decided to see where this would lead. "Well, Anna, you're doing fine so far." The pretty young blonde continued her ministrations to that marvelous chest. The headiness of the older woman's perfume was intoxicating.

"Do you really think so, Mrs. Wu?" she asked coyly. By way of answer, the older woman brought her lips to the youngster's mouth and kissed her deeply, even as the girl kneaded her tits. Eyes closed, they embraced warmly, smearing the cake's frosting into each other's clothing.

"Oh, yes, Anna," she breathed. "And it's 'Vivienne'."

Fireworks exploded in Anna's head as they broke their kiss. She was under the dress now, directly fondling the older woman's fine breasts with her sticky hands, exposing their pale perfection. Tiny pink nipples stood out turgidly, proof of the Chinese woman's obvious excitement. Her bare shoulders were all gooseflesh, Anna noted with satisfaction. Vivienne's skin was radiant, like pearls.

"All right, 'Vivienne', let's see what else I can do," Anna whispered, dropping to her knees before her friend's mother. A soft moan escaped Vivienne's lips as Anna knelt before her sex. Tender hands clutched her behind as the blonde buried her face in the front of her dress. Vivienne leaned against the counter for support, breathing rapidly.

As Vivienne moved backward, Anna went to flick off the light, plunging the store into utter darkness. Returning to the counter, the panting teenager hitched the black dress up over the older woman's hips, marvelling at the fineness of the material. She guided Vivienne's legs together, so she could slip her panties down and off. Then she turned her attention to Vivienne's sopping pussy. She carefully slid a questing finger into the velvety folds before her. The teenager's hot breath felt sensational on the Chinese woman's bare bottom.

"Oh, Anna," Vivienne groaned, holding the blonde head to her bottom. In reply, the girl lavished attention on the Chinese woman's proud clit. Her tongue stroked and prodded and caressed and played, as Jessica had taught her just a few nights earlier. She was gratified to feel the older woman's hips bucking in response. Vivienne's hot, overflowing sex clamped tightly around the teenager's exploring finger, making a moistly sucking sound. It felt so wonderful. Just then, the doormat chime rang its musical tone.

The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking.

"I can't believe I forgot to lock the door," Anna thought in panic.

Deputy Pat Smythe had been doing rounds in the quiet town for an hour when she'd noticed the BMW was still outside the darkened store. Nearing the end of the evening shift (it was such a small town that there was no "graveyard shift"), she had been prepared to go straight home as usual when she'd spotted the Wu's sportscar in front of the tony establishment. Following procedure, she'd tried the door and to her surprise, it opened.

As she moved into the darkness, she sensed the sudden movement in the back. She instinctively reached for her sidearm as she shone her flashlight toward the huddled pair in the rear of the store. Pat nearly dropped the flashlight when she saw who it was, and what they'd been doing. Despite herself, the beautiful auburn-haired officer smiled in the dim light.

"Ladies," Pat managed, after she regained her composure, "I think we can work out a way I can keep this out of tonight's blotter." The twenty eight year old deputy had been a confirmed bisexual since being seduced by the town's buxom librarian last year. A striking five-eight, she bore the graceful build of a competitive athlete.

"Yes, Officer," Anna and Vivienne chorused guiltily.

"Fine," the attractive deputy replied. She unbuckled her belt.

"First things first, you go and lock up that front door, Missy," she directed Anna. The blonde sat up in sudden surprise, then eagerly scurried to comply.

"Miz Wu, I'll need to take your statement in the back room. And bring that radio along with you. If you'd join us young lady?" Pat continued as she unbuttoned her uniform. She slowly undressed as she walked along. The two women gaped as her uniform blouse fell to the floor, followed by her pants.

When she reached the counter, her brassiere floated down exposing a magnificent pair of tanned tits. She was candy-colored all over, with wide aureoles the size of quarters. There were no tan lines. As the trio entered the back room, her damp panties were the last to go. Her bush was neatly trimmed into a rectangular pattern.

"Leave those fine things on," she huskily directed the surprised Chinese woman, who had begun to unzip her dress. "You, I want to see naked," she said to Anna. The coed quickly did as she was told. She pulled her tee shirt over her head, unclasped her brassiere and slipped off her jeans and pasnties as quickly as she could. Deputy Smythe appreciatively took in the sight of the silken skin, with the pale outline of a thong bikini complementing the golden tan. She murmured her satisfaction.

"Now, let Deputy Pat show you the error of your ways, ladies." The tall auburn-haired athletic beauty plugged in the bright yellow portable stereo and turned it on. A snappy technobeat number came on, with an insistent backbeat.

"Anything you say, Officer," Vivienne answered, as in a dream. Was this really happening to her?

"Now, Missy, I want you to lay some garbage bags on the floor there in front of the locker." Pat told Anna, one hand tweaking her left nipple until it was rock-hard, the other working busily between her legs. Her foot rested on a nearby folding chair, exposing her steaming pink sex for her audience to appreciate.

"You, there, Miz Wu, I want you to open up that jug of chocolate sauce and that jar of cherries there, hop to it!" The two busied themselves while the deputy masturbated herself to arousal. When they were done, Pat nodded her approval.

"Now, Anna, I want you on all fours on those garbage bags. Viv, you straddle her backside." They did as instructed.

"Viv, hike up your dress so's that nice wet pussy can rub up on that young ass. That's it, ride that sweet young thing. Get it going good, now." The Chinese woman obeyed, hands instinctively going to her own breasts as she sat astride the girl. The silken dress, smeared with frosting and ice-cream, slipped off her shoulders and tits, exposing her distended nipples. She pulled and twisted and teased them to even more hardness. Anna began to moan softly, one hand fingering her pert young breasts. She felt her arousal building in her fiery pussy.

"That's it. Viv, bend down on her back. Put your left hand on Missy's sweet tits. I want you to rub her pussy with your right. You right handed? That's fine." Vivienne couldn't believe the sensation. Her blood-engorged nipples felt as though they must burst, they were so hard. Her head swam as her breasts rubbed against the silken skin of the teenager's back. She scarcely knew what she was doing as the fingers of her left hand deftly tweaked the stiffening nipple of Anna's left breast, while her right hand stroked her sexy wetness. Anna felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm mounting deep within her loins, while her tits burned with desire. She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth under the older woman's weight. The slipperiness of the sticky dress aroused her strangely.

Anna's right fingers roamed with a life of their own, alternating between her own breast and the back of Vivienne's talented hand.

"You're doin' fine, gals," the deputy continued. "Taste your fingers, now, Viv." The Chinese woman's eyes involuntarily rolled back as she licked the girl's savory juices from her hand. Anna's cunt began to spasm as she felt the older woman's tits stabbing her back, while her wet pussy sloppily rubbed her ass. She moaned again, involuntary noises coming from deep in her throat. "Kiss her, Viv. What are you waiting for, girl?" Pat said in mock impatience. Vivienne hungrily searched for the younger girl's mouth. Impulsively, she thrust her hot tongue into an ear. With a little cry, Anna's lithe body jerked convulsively as she climaxed once, then twice. Vivienne continued rubbing herself against the younger woman's body, cooing softly to Anna. She, too, felt the stirrings in her own pussy.

"All right, lesson two." Pat said crisply. "Missy, you're in that chair over there. Viv, on your back. That's it, prop yourself up on your elbows, just like that. Missy, I'm sure you'll find something to do while you're watchin'," she continued ironically.

The dazed Chinese woman lay on her back, wondering what was to come. The deputy, now thoroughly wet, straddled Vivienne's face, who greedily buried her tongue in the auburn bush without waiting for instructions, lapping eagerly at the drooling pussy before her. Pat gasped with delight. Without a word, Vivienne licked and lapped at the sloppy cunt, while Anna idly cupped her breasts with both hands. The two older women drank in the sight of the young blonde playing with her beautiful young body, as she took in the sensuous scene before her.

Watching and being watched, the young girl was certainly getting more than she'd bargained for that night!

From her awkward squat (which lewdness excited Anna all the more from her vantage point), Pat moved off the Chinese woman's face. "Wait, I'm not finished," the Asian began. "Hush up, honey; nobody says you are." Pat snapped in feigned severity. "Sweetie, get that chocolate sauce over here," the beautiful deputy ordered as she laid down facing Vivienne. Anna handed the container to Pat. She had both hands rubbing her soaking wet pussy, as she stared openly at the glorious spectacle before her.

"Watch and learn, darlin'," Pat said, pouring the sticky liquid over her crotch and Vivienne's. She set the plastic jug down and dipped both hands into the chocolate. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hands over the recumbent woman's silk-shrouded body, covering it in chocolate. Vivienne trembled with excitement. Her eyes sought the deputy's green ones, wide with wonder. When their bodies were both covered with the sauce, Pat moved her groin up against Vivienne's. They clasped hands and ground their sexes together, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You feel that, Sugar? You feel that?" Pat grunted as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, shit, yeah, that's it. Give it to me, you cunt. You're a slut, ain'tcha? You're my little whore, aren't you? Say it! Say it, you little bitch!" Pat clamped her thighs together tightly, making the chocolate squish and pop with the movement.

Anna was in heaven. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she unconsciously chanted to herself, diddling her clit and squeezing one breast in time to the pulsing music. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably. Was this really happening to her?

Vivienne couldn't believe her ears as she heard herself respond. "Uh! Unh! Unhh! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Pat, yes! Yes, yes! I'm your little bitch, I'm your whore! Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm cuuuuuuuming! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" Both pairs of hips thrust into the air simultaneously. In unison, their thighs left the ground as explosive climaxes reached them at the same instant. The two of them came together, shuddering with ecstasy as girlcum mingled with the chocolate sauce. Waves of pleasure washed over them for what seemed like an eternity.

Pat spoke after catching her breath. "Now, baby, bring them cherries over here. No, don't git up, Viv; we still ain't done yet, you hot momma." She husked, one hand stroking the Asian beauty's hair. Anna rushed to obey.

"Okay Missy, I want you to slip some of those in here," Pat indicated Vivienne's pussy, "here," her puckered asshole, "and here," her mouth. Anna did, silently. Vivienne held the young girl's eyes with her own in wanton lust as the pretty blonde complied. She clamped her rosebud lips over the teenager's fingers as they left her pouting mouth. Anna noticed with excitement that their hot kiss had smeared the older woman's coral-hued lipstick. She only hoped that her own face looked as hot!

"Now me," smiled Pat seductively. The cherries slipped in with a satisfying series of "slurps" that aroused the young girl still more. She squirmed again.

"Your turn to get dirty, Girlie," said Pat around a mouthful of cherry. "C'mere!" She held out her open arms. With a squeal, Anna dropped into the beautiful policewoman's muscular embrace. As they caressed, she was thrilled to feel the stickiness against her body. Vivienne moved to rub her still-clothed body against Anna's back. The sensation was indescribable. They kissed one another in turn, sticky-sweet cherry juice and chocolate and cum anointing faces, hair and clothing. All three were moaning passionately, writhing and rubbing each other with reckless abandon. Gasping for breath, Vivienne broke her embrace to kneel before Anna. She took the teenager's right nipple into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Anna felt cherry meat and chocolate sauce on her breast, and clenched her pussy reflexively.

She gasped as Vivienne playfully nipped her nipple. Shifting, Pat lay before Anna's kneeling form. She shoved the blonde's thighs apart impatiently, and transferred the cherries one by one from her own pussy into Anna's. The young girl couldn't believe her eyes. She threw her head back while Pat worked the cherries in there, while the older woman's expert tongue played arpeggios on her throbbing clit. Now it was Vivienne's turn to pleasure herself with her free hand while these two beautiful women performed before her eyes, her mouth full of teenaged tit.

"Ready, girls?" Pat breathed. The two women ignored her, moaning as Vivienne took as much of the blonde's breast into her mouth as she could, while she fingered her own dripping snatch. Anna's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she diddled her own clit with one hand and massaged her free breast with the other.

"Now, Missy, you're really gonna see something!" Pat exclaimed. As she spoke, she began pulling the cherries from the teenager's quivering cunt, one after another. Anna nearly fainted from the sensation and the sight of Pat greedily devouring each cum-drenched cherry in turn. As each cherry emerged, she felt her orgasm building until finally, unbelievably, she came all over Pat's eager hand. Sticky cherry juice mixed with girlcum ran down Pat's chin. Panting for breath, the exhausted teenager collapsed backwards. As she did, Pat directed Vivienne to mount the young blonde's face, so she could return the favor. Pat took the opportunity to French-kiss the beautiful Asian, again smearing sticky juices over Vivienne's flushed face. She straddled the waiting girl, who prodded and probed with her hot tongue until she located those warm cherries. The Chinese woman moaned as each succulent globe left her pulsing sex. Just as she felt she could stand no more, she sensed Pat moving to her rear. Dear Lord, what on earth was she doing?

The policewoman performed the same operation on her asshole! She could contain herself no longer. Pat was moaning, frigging herself with her free hand while exploring Vivienne's sensitive rectum. Anna contented herself by doing the same. The three of them came once more, shuddering to climax.

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Learning That Lasts

I'm a fully qualified teacher...My story goes back to when I was training to take up the job. You already seemed to have been at school forever, but at age eighteen you had to go back to school again ( they called it university...but to me it was much like school again ). This time ' school ' was supposedly...to train so that you could .....go back to school...this time to teach. It was largely a club for middle class ' youths ' passing time, delaying the awful day when they had to finally go out to work. I was honestly keen to teach. I'd admired male and female teachers while a pupil....I saw it as my ' calling ' to go out to educate the nations youth....Oh the naivete of my OWN youth.

Almost all the students on my course were very laid back.. The blokes spent most of their time in the bar, playing at beng men.. The girls largely spent their time enjoying the freedom to spend their ' grants ' without a fussy parent interfering, and willingly spreading their legs if one of the ' blokes' had a spare ten minutes. Just a few students seemed committed to learning the job. First Teaching Practice was the acid test...It was for me...but nothing quite prepared me for the following...

Myself and two other girls had been allocated a big inner city Primary School in the nearby city to do our four week practice in. The school was really too big with 500 children packed into fourteen classes. Most of the kids were strangers to the staff. It was very different to the sort of Primary School that I had been taught in. The class I was assigned to was a motley assortment consisting of a considerable number of ' slow learners ' and immigrant, Far Eastern children with little or NO English.. Largely they were NOT slow learners. Their problems stemmed mainly from the fact that English was the second language used at home. The other two students seemed to have ordinary classes though....I started to worry.. I had plenty to be worried about...The kids were ......Well KIDS... ! Their lack of English, and my inexperience gave me dark forebodings as to whether I could survive the four weeks of my practice. The one ' Highlight ' amidst all my depression was Carolyn, ( Cara - from here on ) the class teacher. Cara was tall, dark and had striking blue eyes, accentuated by her very pale complexion. She was late thirties, early forties ..ish. She had the odd grey hair, but it didn't detract from her pretty, perfectly made up face. Cara was fantastic wth the kids. She was kind, funny, easy going and could be quite ' off the wall ' with the kids. However her teaching, discipline and work ethic were fantastic as well. The kids adored her, and I admired her teaching skills.

The teaching practice wasn't going to be easy but Cara was always there offering advice, help and a supportive, smiling face. On the Thursday of the first week all three of us students were called to an after school meeting with the headteacher, to assess how things were going. Briony and Lisa had worn their special ' tight' clothes, and unfastened an extra couple of blouse buttons in an effort to impress the balding headteacher....It worked ! ! The two girls had smiling praise lavished on them....Then the attention turned to me. Apparently my laziness, poor discipline and poor lesson preparation was putting me in grave danger of failure. I thought I'd worked hard in difficult circumstances. I could feel myself blushing as my eyes started to fill with tears. At that moment the door swished open, and in breezed a smiling Cara apologising for being late. ' A parent came in to see me ' was her cheery explanation. Her eyes met mine and she immediately wanted to know what was going on. The head repeated his reservations about me to Cara, who just stood there shaking her head. When the ' character assassination ' was over Cara simply let fly.. She spoke bluntly, leaving the head in no doubt what she thought of his character assessment of me. I forget exactly what she said...it was all a blur. I do remember her parting shot at the head though...asking HOW he could assess anyone's teaching ability, when he hadn't got a clue how to teach ANYONE! She concluded her verbal assault by questioning the sanity of putting a first year student straight into such a difficult teaching environment. Silence met the end of her tongue lashing.. Cara beckoned me out of the room reminding the stunned audience that ' Some of us STILL have work to do !'

In a lovely soft and reassuring voice, Cara apologised over and over for the headteacher's assessment as we breezed through the school. We said our goodnights and Cara reassured me that she'd sort out this ' shitty ' mess in the morning. I dreaded the thought of going in the foliowing day, but all appeared calm. In the staffroom during the morning break one or two revelations were put my way when Cara was called in to see the head. All the teachers were quietly full of praise for Cara's ability in class, but one teacher, Clare, warned me in a low voice that it looked like Cara ' Wanted to get into my knickers.' She explained in an even lower voice that Cara was a' Lezzie ' and that I should be wary if she ' Tries something on.' Cara had never shown any sign of ' Coming on ' to me and I dismissed the malicious revelation out of hand. Cara didn't surface from the head's office and I ended taking the class alone up to the lunch break.

When she finally surfaced it transpired that she'd received an ' official ' warning for her comments defending me the previous night. She didn't look too bothered, but I knew an ' official ' warning was quite a serious punishment. It was home time before I could finally speak to her...I ' cornered ' her in the ladies toilet. I really wanted to thank her for 'sticking up ' for me in the meeting, but her tear streaked face and red watery eyes cut me short.... The bubbly, outgoing, friendly, ever cheery Cara had been crying. She assured me that she'd got something in her eye, but her trembling shoulders clearly showed that wasn't true. I felt angry , guilty , but most of all I felt sorry for her...I offered to see her home...but she smiled, warning me that ' Surely you've been told about me ' and that ' People Would Talk ' if I was to leave school with me in her company. I explained that I'd had a warning about her from one of her colleagues but I assured her that I didn't regard being ' gay ' as some form of a disease.

Cara agreed to going for a drink with me and we drove away in her car and ended up in a tiny bar, sipping schnapps. We talked about a whole host of unimportant things. She truly was a truly lovely person, and wonderful company. She had made no move on me but I felt MYSELF being drawn inexorably to her. We stopped sipping the schnapps and drank it in true German style - Back in one gulp!. Schnapps is lovely, sweet and it sort of encourages you to drink lots of it. It is also VERY strong and soon we were joking, singing, laughing and suddenly we were kissing in our dark corner of the crowded little bar. She wasn't just kissing me, I was kissing her with ALL the enthusiasm I could muster. The bar was full but no one took any notice of us as our hands explored each other. Cara stopped suddenly...wanting to know if I was all right...I remember telling her that imploringly that I'd NEVER been more all right ! With a gorgeous smile she called over my shoulder to the barmaid to phone us a cab.

The next thing I really remember is climbing into a black cab. Once the cab had set off our bodies were locked together again. We kissed and fumbled all the way to Cara's little flat. Once inside we really ' got to it,' There was a gentle tenderness in the way she undressed me. I truly wished that I had got her skilled fingers but it didn't seem to matter. I was naked very quickly, Cara was down to her pants and stockings. I was treated to a cornucopia of pleasure as she kissed, lapped, sucked and nibbled every conceivable part of my body. Between my toes, under my arms, down my spine and then all around my back place, deep inside my pussy and way down my throat were just some of the places visited by that urgent tongue and soft, moist lips. Regrettably I made no protest when I was deterred when I tried to reciprocate. Cara just told me to lie back and let me ' do you properly.' I truly was 'done' that night. Looking back it was probably THE seminal moment in my life.

Back at school the following day, we could barely keep our hands off each other.. Each break that came along saw us disappearing into stock rooms, toilets and even into the empty sick bay. We kissed, sucked, licked and gobbled every conceivable body part on that highly charged, frenetic day. A wonderful tingling and delicious soreness invaded BOTH our trembling bodies. Work wwas just a distraction that day as we roughly stripped, lapped and probed each other's bodies at every conceivable opportunity. From that day to this I've never experienced such sexual intensity. Strangely though at home time she refused to meet me at the club....or anywhere else.. Back at school the next day everything had ' cooled.'

She remained a ' brick ' in the classroom and was the main reason why I got good assessment marks for the teaching practice....and passed with flying colours. Try as I may though I couldn't persuade her to ' Go out for a drink again,' - she always made excuses. Only on my last day did she relate why she'd ' cold shouldered ' me. I thought my heart would shatter when she told me that although she thought she could easily love me, she didn't want ME to waste my life on ' an old slapper.' She graphically laid out the fact that when I was thirty she'd be getting on toward sixty, and that my soul mate was out there somewhere waiting for me...I desperatly tried to convince her that I would love her at ANY age, but she refused to budge. I could NOT get it through to her that I could never regard her as a ' slapper,' but all my protestations fell on deaf ears.

I owed that beautiful woman so much....But she wouldn't be swayed and she just cast me adrift. Thinking about it now, it truly was an unselfish act of love....it was just the sort of thing Cara would have done. I left the school in floods of tears on that last day,.. vowing that I'd seek her out when I qualified as a teacher, and try again to persuade her to share her life with me.. To my shame I never did. Within two weeks I was back on the ' boyfriend ' treadmill again. Somehow though, spreading my legs, gasping appreciatively, sucking cock and swallowing cum no longer had the same appeal. The lpainful loss of my anal virginity to a self centrd muscly rugby player was the lasat straw!! Cara was no longer in my life, but....She was ALWAYS in my thoughts... and her influence most certainly remained with me. ..Men were slowly becoming an annoying sideshow in my life. The new me was starting to look elsewhere...The change had begun.

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Doing The Students

"50% OFF EVERYTHING!!!" is what the sign read on the window of the candles and pottery store. Never being one to turn down a good sale, I went in. The shelves were pretty much picked over, and most of the good stuff was long gone. What did remained was mostly made in either rainbow or lavender colors, indicating that the store was catering to the local gay and lesbian population. The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize my safe warm place in the closet, so I selected a handful of tea lights. I didn't need a candle or mug proclaiming that I was "proud and out", at least not before I was ready to make that move on my own, and I really did need more tea lights. As I approached the counter, the clerk didn't acknowledge me, and seemed to be more interested in playing with her belly button of all things, then to notice me. She was wearing blue bell-bottom jeans that hung on to her hips with the help of a thick leather belt, a white crop top, a rainbow colored necklace made of rainbow beads and a pair of earth-toned sandals. So much for a dress code. She appeared to be just taller then me, about 5'3" or 5'4", weighing no more then a 100 pound, and had short blonde hair that reminded me of Anne Heche. She could of past for 16, but I knew she had to be at least 18, because this was a college town.

When I was about to make my present known by way of a cough, she said, "I got my belly button pierced last week and it still feels weird. Does it feel okay to you?"

And with that she grabbed my hand and placed it on her abdomen. Has she moved my hand in a circular motion, my mouth went dry and I was unable to speak. She was having mesmerizing effect of me. After a few seconds I was able to pry my eyes away from her stomach to notice that she was staring at me with the nicest hazel eyes you ever saw.

"Do you think it feels okay?" she asked again while touching my arm.

It was then that I realized that I was still playing with her stomach. I quickly pulled my hand away and with eyes unable to hold her gaze I finally said "Nice".

Probably not the best response, but at that moment, I was severely distracted.

"My name is J by the way. J as in the letter J". The clerk informed me.

"I'm Janelle, as in Jan with an elle".

Granted it was a lame joke but J politely laughed and gave me a warm smile that I liked. J told me that she was starting her sophomore year in a few weeks and lived in one of the rooms above the store.

"Would you like to see it, Jan with and elle?" She asked.

Every ounce of my body said this wasn't a good ideal. She was 5 or 6 years younger than I was, and the last thing I needed was a romp in the hay before going to a dinner party hosted by my parents.

"I'd love to", escaped my lips in a strange voice that didn't seem to belong to me. She excused herself from work, grabbed my hand and led me up a long stairwell in the back. Just before the top of the stairs J turned around and kissed me on the lips. Her kiss was long and wet and she tasted like "Jolly Rancher" candy--apple I think. Has we explored each other with our tongues she firmly groped my left breast. Her boldness gave me the courage to reach between her legs and squeeze her mound. She was wet enough for her juices to seeped through her jeans and my fingers were coated with her. This girl was hot, and just when I was afraid we might end up doing it on the stairs, J jumped up and playfully pulled me along. Her room was dark and decorated like she had read the lesbian handbook. She hung posters of lesbian bands, paying appropriate homage to the Indigo Girls, Melissa Etheridge and K.D. Lang. She also hung posters of several lesbian movies such as "When Night is Falling", "Gia", "Bound" and "Wild Side". A triangle shaped suncatcher was proudly displayed in a place where no sun was to be caught. Of course she took advantage of her employee discount and had ample amounts of candles scattered though out the room. A bookshelf made out of bricks and old boards balanced in the corner and held a few schoolbooks, an old paperback dictionary, and a bunch of Naiad books.

Naiad publishes primarily Lesbian novels, and J seemed to be an avid reader. She had at least 20 Naiad books and her favorite authors seem to be Nikki Baker and Katherine V. Forrest. I noticed she had a copy of Nikki's "The Ultimate Exit Strategy", which I was dying to read. I've been hooked on Nikki's work for quite some time, and I desperately wanted to ask if I could borrow it, but this clearly wasn't the time for such questions. I couldn't help but ask myself the question, did she really like all this stuff, or had she simply made up her mind that she was a lesbian and was desperately trying to fit the role?

As far as music goes, I'm what you might call a little bit country. I like listening to Shania Twain who has a body that brings out the animal in me, Faith Hill who has a smile that makes me wonder what she did, Martina McBride who has eyes to die for and lately I've been getting into Mindy McCready who has curves that make me quiver. At times I wonder if my sex drive has anything to do with my choice in music?

J's taste in music was quite different from mine. She turned on her stereo to music I never heard before. She described it as "underground head banging". She showed me the CD entitled "Between Two Fires" by a band called "Cell Mates". The cover showed two beautiful redheads in a hot embrace--which was the only part I found interesting. She said it was great music to fuck to, and asked if I liked it. Once again, my tongue didn't check with my brain before it said, "Yes". That was all justification she needed to crank up the volume until the suncatcher was vibrating.

I had no sooner set down the CD when J flipped off her sandals, pulled her top over her head, and wiggled her jeans off slender hips that made me jealous. In less then 5 seconds, J was wearing nothing but her beaded necklace, and I found myself wanting her. Has I started to undress, J decided to take advantage the show. She laid back in her bed, laced her hands behind her head and enjoyed watching me. She was obviously very comfortable with her nudity, which is more then I can say for myself. With J staring at me I found it difficult to move; like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car, or a performer with the jitters on opening night. After a bit I managed to removed my white tank top, my 32B bra, which I hoped J hadn't noticed was a "wonder-bra", and slipped off my navy blue tennis skirt.

It is funny the things one think of at the most inappropriate time. For when I got down to my red silk panties I wondered when was the last time I trimmed myself. Why was I even concerned about a first impression? I hadn't gone out this morning thinking I might be baring myself to a stranger, and thank God my legs were recently shaved. I would have hated to give anyone "rug burns" on the first date. Did this even qualify as a date?

I took note of J's bush, and it was obvious that she wasn't a shaver. Her pussy grew wild and unruly like she seemed to be. It was quite a turn-on. One of the fastest ways to turn me off is to see a shaved pussy. It's like getting a present that isn't wrapped. Where is the appeal? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind if they are trimmed close or shaved for a bikini, but please don't get rid of all the hair. Leave a little bit of it for personality. When did baldness ever become sexy?

If you are the type of person to believe in labels such as "femme" and "butch", then I would definitely classify myself has femme--or so I thought. For J was about to release the butch side of me that I never knew existed.

When I climb on top of J she locked her legs around my waist and kissed me full on the mouth. She grabbed handfuls of hair and dug her heels into my butt cheeks. I pressed my tits into hers until I felt her nipples poke into me. It was nice. After awhile we started playing the "going down game". This is the game people play when one partner is trying to get the other one to go down on them. J needed me to go down on her and I was more then willing. She applied gentle tugs on my hips with her legs and gave suggestive little pushes with her hands. After I felt she had suffered long enough, I started kissing my way down, stopping to give each breast their just reward. The size of J's chest was very similar to my own, but she had huge nipples. "Silver dollar" nipples has the old-timers might say and they looked magnificence. Has I continued my journey down her torso I was carefully not to hurt her newly pierced navel. It was then that I noticed that she had a "happy trail". A light trail of blonde hair went from her belly button to her pussy. Very nice indeed.

J was my first blonde and I was determined to enjoy myself. Her blonde pussy felt new and soft, almost has if it was made of fur. I blew a stream of cool air on her golden mound just to watch the reaction I caused on her face. She was in a world of ecstasy, and I was enjoying the power I had over her. I kissed her inner thighs, and then placed my mouth over her pussy, stretching my lips has far as they would go, with the hope of encompassing as much of her as possible. Has I sucked on her I replaced her wetness with my kisses. Ever so gently I probed between her lips with my tongue, tasting her pinkness. Has a reward for my effort, pussy juice that ran down her crack and onto the bed. I firmly inserted my chin into the entrance of her pussy, and began to lick her clit. Her clit was hard and sticking out, has if it was introducing herself to me. Has I flicked my tongue over the top of J's clit; I rotated my jaw to stimulate the entranceway of her pussy. My chin acted as a dam trying to hold back her juices, but every time I moved my jaw, her wetness ran down my neck. How did I ever end up in this room, right now, licking out a college student? Life can be funny at times.

J's breathing became labored and I could tell she was close to cumming. Her stomach was hard and she couldn't keep her ass on the bed. I was doing my best just to hang on while she bucked my face with her groin. The mischief side of me took over and I wanted to prolong J's climax as long as possible. I wanted to keep J on the edge for as long as I could. I wanted J to remember me. I wanted to be the one she compares all her future lovers to. When she got close to cumming I would ease up, or moved to a spot just off to the side of her clit. After 20 minutes of teasing, all it took was--one light touch of the tip of my tongue-- to the tip of her clit--to send her off. She was no longer in control of her legs as they moved in jerky spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted teeth, while arching her back. Me--I greedily drank all she gave.

J grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me up to meet her lips. We deeply kissed has she tasted herself on me. Then with those wide hazel eyes she said, "Fuck me. Please fuck me with this." and she retrieved a strap-on dildo from her nightstand.

Not knowing what to do, and never being in this position before, I did what any good "femme" dyke would do, I stood up and allow J to strapped on my new cock. My cock was see-through pink and about 8 inches long. Protruding from the side were groups of bulging veins and the head must have been at least 2 inches in diameter. It was a cock that any man would have been proud to have, and I was starting to enjoy the way it hung from on me. I was enjoying the power it gave me.

J must of like the way I looked also, for she dove on my cock with the hunger of a staved animal. I couldn't actually feel her lips on me, but I had this beautiful blonde college student on her knees slobbering over my cock while digging her fingers in my ass. The sight alone almost did it for me. J raised my cock and started to lick my new balls. She then bent my cock all the way up till it was pressed firmly against my stomach and began to lick my pussy through the slit in the harness. I had nothing to hold on to but her head, and it was all I could do not to fall down.

I've always been the type that takes a few minutes to cum, but after the first time, it doesn't take much for me to cum again and again. I think J had it in her mind that she would attack me with the same enthusiasm that I teased her. She wanted to see just how many times she could make me cum and she proved it by attacking my pussy a vengeance. She had two fingers pumping away in my pussy and one reaming my ass hole. Like a machine gun she set herself on rapid fire, flicking her tongue mercilessly over my clit. I could barely stand the onslaught and within minutes J had made me cum 3 times. She only stopped because my legs refused to support me any longer. I collapsed to floor and into her waiting arms.

J gave me a few minutes to catch my breath before she hopped on the bed and bent over doggy style. Has she waved her ass in the air; J said, "Fuck me Janelle. Put that big cock in me and fuck me like the bitch I am."

I had to agree with her, my cock was big and I wanted to fuck her. Personally I wasn't sure if my pussy could handle a cock this big, but J certainly seemed confident. At that moment I would have loved nothing more then to slam my cock deep insider her, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. So I ran the head up and down her crease, coating it with her juices, stopping ever so often to ease a bit of the head in, and then retracting it. When I was finally able to fit the head all the way in, I stopped. I let it rest just inside her pussy lips, allowing her to enjoy the sensation. After a bit she started rocking herself on my cock until she was able to take the rest of it in. My plastic balls were now pressing against her blonde pussy hairs. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her ass and the small of her back. She was so hot, and I wouldn't have traded places with anyone in the world at that moment.

I started fucking her slowly, but she keep grabbing my thigh, begging me to go faster. Soon I was showering her with beads of sweat has I pounded her pussy hard enough to cause waves in her ass. She loved it. J desperately clenched the bed sheets with both hands. Her stomach rested on the bed while she continued to arch her butt in the air. Pussy juice coated my cock and ran down her inner thighs forming puddles in the sheets. I grabbed both sides of her hips and drove that ass around the bed like a steering wheel of a big rig. She yowled like a cat in heat. With every thrust I gave, the base of my cock applied pressure to my clit. I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to wait for J. As my own climax built inside of me, I took two fingers and started rubbing her clit. Then I took my other free hand and pressed a finger against her anus. She loved it so much I pushed my finger in up to the second knuckle, and that is all it took. J was screaming like a madwoman and I let myself go. We climaxed together.

Has I collapsed on the wet spots we made; J rested her head on my stomach. An hour later I still wore my fake cock that now rested on the side of J's face and I knew her pussy must still be open from the fucking I gave her. I didn't want to leave, but I decided it was time. I was already a half-hour late for my dinner engagement and Mom was sure to be pissed. I wasn't sure what I was going to use has an excuse for my tardiness, and at this moment, I didn't really care. I washed my face and fixed myself up has best I could. J offered me the use of the community shower, but I declined. The last thing I wanted was to do was explain my presents to strangers. Has I started to get dress J grabbed my red panties and said, "These stay". I could have protested, but why bother? The least I could do was allow her a souvenir for the great time we shared. We kissed and exchanged phone numbers with the promise to call. Has I drove my car to dinner, wondering if I stilled smelled of sex, I prayed that I wouldn't leave a wet mark on my skirt or the car seat.

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Shelly's Story

Shelly had been noticing the beautiful woman all night long. She admired the stranger's beauty as her dark hair, rich with coppery-auburn highlights glinted from the lights on the stage, fell gently across her tender swell of cleavage. She watched as the woman in the sultry black dress with roses on it talked with the waiter then threw her head back with a twinkle of laughter. She watched as the woman ordered drink after drink. It was time to make a move. She put her drink down, paid her tab and the stranger at table 17's and glided over.

"Hi. Is this seat taken by any chance?"

"No," she smiled, and said after quickly sizing up the new woman and liking what she saw. "I'm Tina."

"I'm Shelly," she said, extending a slender, well manicured, and as Tina noted mentaly- ringless- hand. Tina took her soft hand and shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you."

"The same to you," Shelly smiled. The two women sat there for a moment with no conversation except for the ones happening within themselves and between their wanting glances.

Tina broke the ice. "So... are you new around here?"

"Yeah, I'm here for a visit from the US." Shelly took it a step further. "I was hoping I could find a good time," she said with a raised eyebrow and a lustful glance.

Tina didn't have to be asked twice. She raised her arm, "Waiter? I'd like my check please."

Shelly silenced her. "Don't bother with that- I already paid yours. Let's go." Tina put her arm down slowly. She was suprised and shocked at the way the mysterious auburn headed woman was in control. This, she felt would not be her only suprise of the night. Shelly led the way into the parking lot. "That's my rental." she said pointing to a gold Jeep Wrangler. "which car is yours?" Tina pointed to an older model red RX7. "we'll take your's then- seeing as how I won't know where I'm going and all. Just let me grab my bag from the rental." She smiled a devilish smile at Tina and then spontaneously pushed her up against her car door and kissed her hard and heavy- exploring the older woman's mouth with her tongue. Tina managed to kiss her back quite well and when the two parted she felt her crotch wet with the beginnings of her own juices. She watched as her lover-to-be walked across the dimly lit parking lot. Was it her imagination or was the girl's skirt riding up higher with each step? She could see the tender curve of her jiggly ass and how her thong (or was she even wearing one??!?) did nothing to hide her sweet, young flesh. God how she wanted this. As Shelly reached the car, Tina finally broke her stare and got in her car and started it. Thoughts swirled around in her head. Thoughts that jumped from what could become of the night to the feeling of pleasure she wished to explode in her groin, to her present wet crotch, to the girl, to the fact she hadn't been with a woman in quite awhile. She didn't worry about this last one much.

The girl jumped into the passenger seat. "Are you ready Tina?" She asked sweetly. Tina started the car. She was about to put the car in reverse when Shelly laid another forceful and exploratory, kiss on her. She shivered for a moment as the girl's hands ran smoothly up and down her body and under her dress. She moaned a bit as Shelly brushed past her soaking crotch. Her only thought: "I wonder if she can use her tongue in other ways." This night was going to be too perfect. Somehow they made it to Tina's place. At every stop sign or light on the way, Shelly had done more "exploring" until Tina had wondered if her clothes would even be on by the time they got there.

Shelly kissed her neck gently and pressed her body against her soon-to-be lover as she fiddled with the locks.

"Good. My roomate is gone." Tina said as she opened the door and stepped in. No sooner than the words escaped her lips Shelly's were pressed against

hers again and her clothes were being removed. Tina took the hint and kicked her own shoes off, breaking the kiss. "Will you unzip me?" she asked of Shelly.

Shelly went wordlessly to work and turned taking a simple dress off into an erotic display of passion as she unzipped the dress and kissed her way down Tina's back and down the back of her theighs. Tina felt the gentle caress of the girl's tongue as it traveled down her body next to her spine. She shivered as she felt a well manicured fingernail trace that same path. Oh god! This was good and they hadn't even really begun. Shelly kissed Tina's neck and in between her shoulder blades as she removed her bra. She kissed her shoulders and fingers as Tina moved her hands up to drop it. This was so sensual and amazing. Shelly kissed down Tina's chest, stopping to run her tongue underneath each breast and suckle her nipples. She was gentle and forceful at what she did.

Soon, Tina was backed up against the bed. He knees buckled beneath her and Shelly took advantage of this. She pushed Tina backwards onto the bed and continued to kiss down her lover's body, positioning herself above the woman. Tina threaded her fingers through Shelly's baby fine hair as the girl worked lower and lower down her body. Shelly swirled her tongue around Tina's navel and then pushed her dripping panties off. The girl stopped for a moment to admire the naked woman's body. Her perky breasts, her smooth, slender body, her creamy theighs and her dark bush of coarse hair waiting just above her prize. She slithered her body off of the bed until her nose was face to face with her lover's cunt. She took her tongue and flicked Tina's clit. Tina's body jumped in reaction.

Tina moaned and grabbed Shelly, forcing her head deeper into her body. Shelly continued to lick her bulbous clit as she ground her nose into Tina's sensitive spots. Tina reared back and raised herself up on her elbows, calling Shelly's name repeatedly in response. Shelly loved the way she was crying her name over and over, so she tounged her lover deep while fingering her own juicy cunt. Tina shouted in ecstasy as colors exploded in her mind. She came hard and fast, scratching Shelly's back and coating her face with her juices. Tina took deep and shallow breaths as Shelly licked her pussy juices from her cunt and inner thighs. Tina realized that she was actually sweating from the way this woman made her feel. Shelly continued to work her tongue in and out of the older woman, nearly climaxing herself as Tina's body shook with another intense orgasm. Shelly gave Tina's perfect cunt a final lick before backing away. She was not ready to cum yet- she was in control. Shelly crawled back onto the bed and held the trembling woman in her arms, loving the feeling of their hot, sweaty skin as it brushed together.

"Shhh..." she comforted her lover and in a devilish tone added, "that's just the beginning."

Tina gave off a small moan and her body shook again. Shelly gave her lover about 10 minutes to collect herself and then began trailing her manicured finger across and down Tina's body. She traced her hairline and jaw as she passionately kissed Tina's lips. She traced Tina's neck and chest before encircling each nipple before tracing downward. As Shelly's nails moved ever closer to Tina's bush and dripping snatch, her mouth moved lower. She kissed her way down her lover's face and neck and shoulder blades before finally planting her soft lips on Tina's hardening, erect nipples. As she sucked and gently bit and pulled the perky nipples, her fingers had found their way to Tina's soaking prize.

Tina had been quite still throughout this torture, wondering what else this amazing woman could do to her. As soon as Shelly's nail brushed her sensitive spot and then her large clit, Tina couldn't help herself. She moaned loudly and her body convulsed. Just like that the young girl had brought her to the edge of orgasm- AGAIN! "Oh Shelly! Shelly!" she moaned, grabbing her fingers and plunging them deep into her waiting hole. Tina needed this so bad. Shelly took this hint and worked her slender fingers in and out of the woman- who was merely a stranger in a bar 4 hours earlier.

Tina was on fire. Shelly's fingers were being worked into her better than any cock she had ever had. She was literally seeing stars. Tina felt as if she were losing touch with reality from the feeling. The only coherent thought that kept running through her mind... "Wonder what she would be like if she had a cock?" Although she loved pleasuring Tina, Shelly was growing bored with the finger sex. She craved more- something new and exciting. Finally she felt Tina tense up on her fingers. "This is it!" Shelly thought and continued to work her fingers fast and hard, fucking her way through Tina's body shaking orgasm. After it was over, Shelly pulled her fingers out and licked them clean. She noticed that Tina had cum so much there was a wet spot on the bed and her thighs were wet. "Cute!" she thought. Shelly pulled her lover into her arms and held her tight for a second time that night. She could get used to this. "You ready for some more, lover?" Shelly whispered into Tina's ear. "I need to re cooperate from that one Shelly. I bet I can barely walk!" Tina whimpered back.

Shelly was dissapointed but hid it well. She knew her lover needed to be ready for what she had in store if she wanted to feel the full effect. "Why don't you rest for a minute and go and get us something to eat and snack on. We need the energy. I can get things ready."

"Uh.. Ok," Tina answered nervously. What did she have to get ready? "I guess I'll find out!" she quipped in her mind. "I'll do that!" She stood up gingerly and steadied herself before grabbing her short, silk, green robe and heading for the kitchen. Shelly grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Tina was in the kitchen when she heard a door open. She figured it was Shelly so she called out "I'm in here!"

"Hey! Tin! What's up?" Angie plopped herself down on the counter.

Tina spun around. On No! Her roomate was back! "Uh Tina..." she said, regaining her composure after the initial shock. "what are you doing back here tonight?"

Angie grabbed an apple from the bowl. "I live here. Me and Bill had a fight. And what do you mean what am I doing here? OH! I get it! You would only ask me something like that if you wanted to be alone or.... if you have someone here. YOU DO DON'T YOU! YOU HAVE SOMEONE HERE!" Angie was getting excited that she had figured things out- and she could tell by Tina's reaction that she was right. "Who is he? Is it Drew? Did you finally get Joey? WAIT! I know! It's BRIAN!" She jumped off of the counter.

"Wait! Angie! It's uh... um...."

"Who are you hiding, Tina? I'm going to find out!" Angie turned to head to Tina's bedroom and she found her answer. Shelly had come out of the bedroom and was leaning against the doorframe wearing a 8 inch strap-on cock with black leather fittings that circled around her breasts.

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Dressing Room Desires

I was out bra shopping with my friend when this happened. I always shop for bras with her because we're the same size and often try on the bras and then throw them over the stall partition to try the ones the other person took. That way we can try more on at one time, without having to go out and get more.

Well, one day when we both needed new bras we went to a lingerie shop at our favourite mall. My friend, Sadie, took 5 in, as did I, but found one after trying just two, so she gave the other four to me. I was just about done trying them on when someone knocked on one of the inside walls of my stall and said, "Hello?"

I answered back with a hi. The woman had a nice voice and then asked me if I'd mind giving her my opinion on something. I didn't know what to say, so I just said yes, not wanting to be rude and not having enough time to think of an excuse. So she told me in a sweet, melodious voice to come on into her dressing room when I was finished and she would leave the door unlocked.

I skipped trying on the last two bras so Sadie wouldn't get upset that I took so long. I wasn't sure what the woman wanted me to look at or how many things she wanted me to see. I put my top back on and grabbed the black bra I wanted to purchase. I hurriedly looked down the aisle to make sure no one was there before I snuck into the other ladies stall. She seemed a lot older than my 16 years, maybe her late 20's, early 30's. She had on snug-fitting hip huggers that showed off her model-like figure and a satin push-up bra that showed off her big, round globes. Her long, straight brown hair was soft-looking and wispy, her bright green eyes big and beautiful. She had a small, neat nose and a pouty, full mouth.

"Thanks a lot for helping me out, sweetie," she said after I had closed and locked the door. She stood there for a minute taking me in. I'm only about 5'4", but I have light blonde hair and green eyes, and pretty good figure, with nice breasts. I guess I'm pretty good-looking, and am in the popular group at school.

She told me she wanted to impress her lover and asked if I'd mind telling her how some things looked on her. I said sure and that I didn't mind at all. And that was the truth! I've read stuff about women having sex and the thought of this thrilled me. I wouldn't mind one bit having this sexy lady model lingerie for me.

She introduced herself and told me her name was Monica and what was my name? "Wendi," I told her.

"Okay Wendi," she said in a sensuous voice, "How do you think this looks on me?"

"Wonderful," I said. It was true, the moistness in my panties could verify that.

"Good, I'm glad you like it. Now I'm gonna try something else." She unhooked the back of the bra, so I turned around while she changed. When she turned around it was all I could do to not grab her and kiss her.

She was wearing a very skimpy, see-through bra, and a matching, low-cut thong. I was so horny for her it was unbelievable. Her long hair tickled the tips of her nipples and her full lips were drawn up into a sexy pout.

"Do you like this?" she asked me.

"Oh yes, you have the perfect figure for it," I said. She looked at herself in the mirror some more, and I took it that she needed more reassurance so I told her she lookedso sexy her lover wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her.

"He?" she said with a seductive giggle. "Who said anything about a he?" She studied herself in the mirror for a few more seconds before turning to me again. "One more thing Wendi, and then you can go back to that cute friend of yours."

I turned around and she started removing the bra and thong set. I stole a peak and saw a hint of her round, tanned tits. They were beautiful. Perfect to suck on, I thought. It took her a bit longer to change this time. But oh, it was worth it!

Standing before me was perfection, dressed in a skimpy, erotic torselette of black and red velour. The cups of it were were black lace that you could easily see her boobs through, and her long, muscular legs sported black nylons with a bit of sparkled in them. She had another thong on, this one made of black velour with lace around the edges making it look ever so kinky. I just stood there staring. Monica was clearly enjoying modeling like this for me. I had no complaints either! "You like it?" she asked me.

"Uh huh" was all I could manage. She stood in front of the full-length mirror with a questioning look on her pretty face. "What is it?" I asked her.

"Well," said Monica, "I guess it looks pretty good, but I wonder how long it will take to get off? I don't want my lover to spend all night taking it off, do I?" She appeared to think about that for a minute before saying, "On second thought, maybe that will make my night more fun!"

She looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. "Wanna find out?" she said to me. With that, she pounced on me, bringing her lips to mine in a passionate french kiss. I felt her tongue feeling the insides of my mouth and then slowly working its way down my throat. I was doing the same to her and thinking that kissing another woman beats kissing a guy one thousand fold. When we finally stopped, Monica asked me if she could see me in the bra I planned on getting.

"All right, but you have to turn around while I change," I instructed in a playful tone.

"Of course," came the giggling reply.

I could see Monica's sexy, firm ass in the mirror, and I rubbed my tits, not quite as large as hers but big enough, as I was putting the bra on because I was so horny. I wanted nothing more than to screw that exquisite lady with the piercing green eyes. When I had the bra on, I told her she could turn around she drew in a sharp breath when she saw me.

"Ohhh," she moaned and came to me like a puppy wanting to lick its owner's hand, except that's not what Monica wanted to lick! She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, moving them around and around. They felt so soft, although I would've loved to have been feeling them underneath her torselette. She then slid her hands up the front of my bra to fondle my tits, getting me very excited. I rubbed and pinched her nipples, enjoying seeing them spring to attention like nipples tend to do.

Monica then unhooked my bra and was about to take her mouth to my boobs. I whimpered with pleasure as she licked around the outside of them, teasing me, before she moved closer to my nipples. When she finally reached the centre, she licked and sucked for all she was worth. Pulling the nipples of my breasts with her teeth made me grab her head and hold on, while I continued to get pleasured. My crotch was on fire and we fell to the ground, Monica on top of me, still furiously sucking on my tits.

When she stopped, I unzipped the torselette a bit, just enough so that her jugs popped out of the top. I had already fondled them, but now was my chance to take them to my mouth. For the first time, I let my tongue come in contact with a part of another woman! Oh, the feelings I got from sucking and licking and biting those perfect globes! I saw her hand go down to her crotch to remove her panties. I grabbed her and moved her hand to the button of my jeans. She slid my pants down and started rubbing my cunt through my thong. It was sending chills up and down my spine!

I got on top of her, kissing her lovely body from her breasts to just above her mound, over top of the sexy lingerie that she had on. She let out a groan and I told her to be quiet, people might her us, and that if she did it again she might get a spanking.

"Ooohhh, that doesn't sound too bad!" Monica whispered naughtily. Luckily, nobody seemed to be using the change rooms, it was a week day and early in the morning, long before the mall would get busy. I took off the torselette but left her thong on. I could see some of her pussy hair coming out of the sides. She had been playing with my cunt all the while, massaging it through my panties that were thoroughly soaked. I was moaning softly and planting kisses all over her satiny stomach. I'd go down and nuzzle her pubic hair, teasing her and making her think I was going to her slit.

Her hands left my pussy and I wondered where they were going to go. Then I felt them on my ass, stroking it softly and occasionally poking at my crack. All this teasing was getting to me. I couldn't wait to finish what we started. Apparently neither could Monica, because we shuffled around until we were in 69 position. I began kissing and licking her upper thighs, causing Monica to squirm around on top of me. Just then, one if the salespeople came to the door and asked if I was doing okay and would I like another size in anything? I grabbed the torselette and gave it to her, asking if I could have a leopard print one in a size small.

"I'll be right back with that," the saleslady said. She had no clue there was anyone in there but me, let alone anyone on top of me, and we burst into a fit of giggles.

I started tickling Monica's thighs with my tongue again, then removed her thong, stroking her ass as I took it off. I moved my tongue up slowly, getting nearer and nearer her wet twat. I ran my tongue slowly around her pussy lips and she started moaning "Wendi" over and over again.

I was all hot and wet, and Monica started sucking on nice, firm ass. The saleslady came back and put the item I'd asked for over the stall door. I mumbled a thanks and went back to Monica's cunt. I felt her with my fingers for a little, then inserted three of them into her dripping hole. She put hers inside me, but after a second took them out again. As I kept going, Monica took her fingers and rubbed them around in my juice to get them nice and wet. Then I felt her shove them up my asshole! I gasped in surprise as I felt her fingers move around and although it hurt a bit at first, I knew I was going to include this in all my love-making to come. I ran my hands up and down her leg, letting her know I appreciated it.

I'd been in there with Monica for roughly 10-15 minutes. now and thought that Sadie was probably wondering what the hell was taking me so long, so I stopped my hands from stroking her glorious thighs and she took her fingers out of my ass.

I flicked my tongue at her twat a bit, until Monica called, "Ready?" I said yes, and with that I shot my tongue deep inside of her while fondling her tits, as she did the same to me. I was in ecstasy! Having a woman's tongue inside me was a new experience for me and I can't describe the feelings it gave me, except for that they were wonderful! And Monica's cunt tasted so sweet and good! I now new why so many people were lesbians, although I still liked guys as well.

I gasped as I felt my orgasm coming, like a whole bunch of rockets were going off inside of me! Monica reached orgasm and came inside my mouth. I let myself go and released my come into her mouth. I could feel her sucking up my womanhood, determined to not let a drop get away. I was eagerly doing the same to her and when we finished, we lay there panting.

We got up and I got dressed, putting my panties and bra back on, as well as my jeans and shirt. Monica put the leopard print torselette on and asked my opinion.

"The first one," I said with a wicked grin, "Definitely the first one!" I was about to exit the change room and make my way to Sadie when Monica told me to go back to my previous dressing room and wait until she got back. After about two minutes, a bag from the shop we were in was slipped under the door.

"Thanks for everything sweetie," Monica said. I opened the bag and took out the black and red torselette, the thong and the glitter tights she had had on. The thong was still wet and reeked of her juices. I held it up to my lips for a second and then left the store. I found Sadie near the front of the store.

"What took you so long Wendi?" She demanded. "And what did you buy? I didn't see you go to the counter."

"I'm sorry. You know it takes me longer than you to try on bras and I had to ask the saleslady to get a few things in different sizes. I just bought a bra though."

As we left the store I told her that I thought two ladies were making love in one of the stalls. I wanted to see what she thought about that kind of sex.

"In a public place like that? They could have got a room!" Sadie exclaimed.

As we walked through the mall, I thought to myself that she didn't say it was disgusting. Maybe there's hope for us after all! We went home with nobody knowing what happened except me and my secret lover. I was having trouble believing that I had sex with _another woman_ in a store change room! I felt the wetness of my panties between my legs and peeked into the bag that Monica gave me that would be a permanent reminder of my little adventure. It had been real and it had been EXCELLENT!

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The Sisters

Gena's sister read the ad out loud;

"Applicants requested for medical experimentation. Six months Quarantined service required for studies in viral infection. Free room and board, plus $9,000.00 at end of six month service. Call for interview 555-6969." They had just been evicted, for non payment of rent, from their second apartment and six months with a cold didn't sound half bad. The $9,000 wasn't anything to sneeze at either.

"Let's see...," said Tina, her twin sister. "9,000 divided by 6 is...... Shit. I can't divide without a calculator!"

"Here!" Gena said handing her cheap plastic solar calculator to her sister. Tina pushed the buttons and came up with a figure. "That's 1,500 a month! And with BOTH of us in, we would make 18,000 dollars! That would be great! Let's check this out!"

They called the number and were directed to a drab building on the university campus. The air inside smelled of isopropyl alcohol, and reminded them of a hospital. They were put through a battery of tests that covered just about everything, including bust size and vaginal strength. This seemed strange for viral research, but doctors were that way.

The doctor, a woman in her mid fifties but still trim and bright eyed looked them over. "Twins! That is very exciting. It will be interesting to see if you are both effected the same way by the virus."

"You mean we're hired?!" Tina blurted out with obvious excitement in her voice.

"We will see what the test results yield. But yes, I do think we can use you." the doctor said with a warm smile. "What does your family think of this?"

"Oh, we aren't very close to our family...", Gena started to say when Tina broke in with "We're orphans."

"Perfect.", the doctor said, adding, "You will be notified in two days. If the tests turn out well, be prepared to move into the research facility immediately." Then she turned away.

The next two days were very long. It seemed like they would wait forever. The experiment was all that Tina could talk about. Then they got the letter. They had been accepted. They were to meet the van to the experimental center at the same building they had been tested in.

The van took them a long way into the country. At last they rounded a curve and there was an old institutional looking building looming up behind a tall chain-link fence. The place used to be an asylum, but had now been converted into an experimental center. It looked very imposing and still had bars on the lower windows. But there was now a brightly colored logo and sign on the lawn proclaiming it as a Virus Research Facility.

When they arrived, a swirl of attendants met them at the door. The staff seemed very interested in them and followed their every move with interest. Their bags were taken and they were escorted to the orientation center. There they were briefed on the policies of the facility and given swipe badges with their code numbers on them. "GEF-26A" was inscribed on Gena's and "GEF-26B" was Tina's. She wondered what GEF stood for. They were led to a concrete cell for exposure to the virus. Once in the cell, they were stripped and their wrists were securely fastened together. The wrist restraints were then attached to a strap that was attached to a motorized system in the ceiling of the chamber and they were hauled up to standing position, their arms held comfortably over their heads. The girls didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.

Gena and her sister stood side by side. They were stark naked, their wrists tied over their heads exposing their bodies. They stood there, feeling very naked and vulnerable. They looked each other over, noticing the family resemblance. They had wide hips, but small pointed breasts. The concrete chamber was cool, and their nipples stood out. Both pubic mounds were covered by sparse blond hair that tended toward long.

The heavy steel door opened, and a naked woman entered. She was completely nude, except for a smooth round heavy silver collar around her neck. She was very curvaceous; large hips and breasts with big pink nipples that pointed straight out from her body. Her breasts were surprisingly buoyant and jiggled seductively as she walked. She had a very pronounced pubic mound that was devoid of hair, brazenly exposing her vaginal slit making it seem obscene. Gena became embarrassed by the thrill that she felt and looked up from the woman's body only to be captivated by her amazing eyes.

Her eyes were Turquoise! They had a brilliant predatory gleam in them as the strange woman looked at the two helpless girls. The woman walked right up to her and stared directly into Gena's eyes. Gena stared back, trying to see the telltale sign of colored contact lenses, but they weren't there.

"Your eyes!..."Gena said in amazement.

The woman smiled knowingly, reached out and gently took Gena's head in both hands. Her eyes came closer as the she leaned against Gena, their tits meeting, and the warmth of the stranger's large firm breasts against her own gave Gena a thrill. Then without a word, the woman kissed her.

This kiss wasn't a friendly peck, but a deep French kiss. The strange woman's tongue surged into Gena's mouth and down her throat. It felt as if it were a foot long and as it went deeper into her throat. Much deeper than any tongue had a right to be. She started to feel the panic of the gag reflex. The woman stopped her advance and explored every inch of the inside of Gena's mouth with that incredible tongue. She felt violated, and astonished!

After the kiss, the woman smiled at her and bent down taking each of Gena's nipples into her mouth. She gently sucked them until they ached for more. Gena could feel the sucking all the way down to her cunt, and the woman kept sucking until Gena's cunt was throbbing hard. Her tits had never been sucked like that before.

The woman stood up, smiled and then knelt on the floor before her. She watched as the woman pressed her lips to her still throbbing cunt. Then she felt the woman's incredible tongue. It started at the top of her slit and followed it down the center of her cunt. Then up again. She kept this up until Gena could clearly feel the woman's tongue on her engorged inner lips and she knew her cunt must be opening up like a flower to accept the woman's tongue. Her entire crotch was wet and she knew it wasn't all saliva.

Gena felt that she had never been so aroused before. Her breath rushed raggedly in and out and her heart was pounding like mad. She realized with a start that she was very close to orgasm. She had no idea that being introduced to a virus could be so much fun!

She was panting and moaning as she watched her legs involuntarily open wider to accept this strange woman. It was as if her body had taken over, despite what her mind might think. Her hips started to rock in an involuntary dance as the woman extended her wonderful tongue to caress the entire length of her vaginal slit. Then the woman pressed her upper lip against Gena's engorged clit and the tip of her long tongue hooked into the opening of her cunt at the same time. Gena came with explosive force, and the woman went lower shoving her hot wet tongue deep into Gena's cunt. The tongue felt as big as a man's cock, and her cunt contracted on it, sending waves of pleasure up her body.

"Ga...ga...ga..god!" she said as her whole abdomen contracted around the woman's long tongue. Her body convulsed and her hips thrust forward as the woman moved even lower and stuck the full length of her incredible tongue deep into Gena's cunt. It felt like it reached all the way up to her chest! She felt her body milk that tongue like it had never done before. Her cunt worked with all her strength until her knees were weak and she collapsed against her wrist restraints.

The woman licked a stripe all the way from Gena's slit to her mouth. Kissed her again, leaving the taste of her own cunt in her mouth, hugged her tight pressing her hairless mound against Gena's cunt then stepped back with a proud smile, leaving Gena quivering and spasming slightly.

Gena looked at her sister who stared in horror and disbelief at her sister. Then Tina looked at the strange woman who had so thoroughly violated her sister.

Gena's restraints slowly lowered her to the floor, and she watched dreamily as her strange woman gently held her sisters head in both hands and kissed that deep French kiss. Tina stared in amazement as the woman performed the same ritual she had just seen her sister go through. In fact, Tina came sooner than Gena had, panting and sweating, her whole body in fucking motion. Her body shuddered with orgasm as she came on the strange woman's incredible tongue. She was nearly faint when the strange woman performed that final slit to mouth lick that sent another series of shivers through Tina's body.

The stranger stepped back as Tina's restraints lowered her to the floor, and smiled knowingly at the exhausted pair. The sisters watched as the woman turned and strode provocatively away, her ass jiggling enticingly. They noticed a large tattoo on the woman's ass that resembled a scrollwork S with a bar through it and oblong dots inside each curve. They wondered what it could mean.

Gena rolled to her side facing her sister. She looked at her sister, savoring the afterglow of orgasm. She was voraciously hungry, as she always was after great sex, but she was content to lay there for a while. They stared at each other for a long time after the naked woman left. Neither saying a word, but sharing the same secret thoughts. Thoughts too embarrassing to talk about out loud.

Gena awoke to find that she had been sleeping. Her hands were free, and she was laying naked in a soft warm bed in a private room. She found that her room connected to a suite of rooms that included her sister Tina's private room. They were quite comfortable, and had TV, good meals and books to pass the time. They talked, but not about the strange woman. Most of the talk was about how they would spent the 18,000 dollars when this was all over. Gena started to wonder if the woman had been a dream.

The doctor that had examined them before came in once or twice a day to examine them. So far they had felt no symptoms, but the doctor assured them that would change.

Two days later, a rash developed on Gena's pubic mound, under her arms, on her legs, and in her mouth. Her tongue and throat seemed especially effected. She experienced severe vaginal cramping. She discovered that her sister had the same symptoms and they wondered if they had caught some terrible VD from their encounter. They talked about the encounter for the first time late that night. Gena had extremely erotic dreams that night, and in the morning, her throat was too sore to talk.

Her throat felt like it was on fire. Her nose ran. Her voice became lower and her tongue swelled up and seemed to fill her mouth. She started to lisp harshly when she did talk, but her lisp was improving as she got used to the condition. Her whole neck hurt, and she hardly talked at all.

Then Gena noticed that her breasts ached. Then they hurt! The doctor assured them that this was all part of the virus that they had been exposed to, and that they would be fine in about a month.

They started experiencing severe headaches mostly centered around the eyes and back of the head. The rash started to clear up, but they noticed that their pubic hair was thinning. Soon the rash was gone, and so was the hair. Their legs and underarms were similarly affected.

Gena's thoughts turned mostly to sex. She was having horrendous fantasies in which she was fucking everything in sight. She started spending more time in bed. Supposedly to shake the virus, but in reality it was so she could masturbate, which she did almost constantly. Since she lost her pubic hair, she couldn't keep her hands off of her newly bared pussy. It just felt so GREAT to touch it. Her orgasms were getting stronger too. Her tits still hurt, but her cunt felt great. She noticed that she got a throb of pleasure whenever she squeezed down on her cunt muscles, and especially when she had something to squeeze on, like her fingers.

She found herself constantly fantasizing about sex. Sex with men, women, Horses! She even thought her sister was starting to look really good. She hadn't been dressed in a while, so when her sister came into her room with her shirt open, she didn't know what to think. Her first thought, naturally, was that they were going to have sex. She was excited about the prospect, and sprang from her bed to meet Tina.

"Look, I can't get my shirt closed over my tits.", Tina said, trying to stretch the material over her now enormous tits.

Gena looked down at her own tits and saw that they were large and round too. their nipples were very big, and pink. She looked up at her sister. And for the first time she noticed that her sister's eyes had turned turquoise! She saw the look of astonishment in her sisters turquoise eyes and realized that her own eyes must match those of her twin sister.

"Watsh happenig to ush?" Tina lisped. "My titsh are growing. I didn't say anytshing before becaush I didn't believe it. Now I see yoursh! They're beautiful!" And she stared at her sister's large round globes, the big pink nipples pointing enticingly at her own at precisely the same angle. They were enticing, inviting.

Tina stood with her shirt open, wearing no pants or any other garment. Gena stood stark naked, staring at her sister's hairless pussy. Tina reached out and touched Gena's left tit. She squeezed it and brought the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

That was all the invitation Gena needed. Overcome by the uncontrollable urge to suck her sisters nipples, she leaned forward saying, "I have been so horny lately..." and taking Tina's tits in her hands she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It reached out a full 5 inches before she noticed it's length, and there was more inside still. The tip of her tongue touched her sister's big nipple, and she thought of her tongue. It was the first time she had seen it that far out before, and she was shocked. She stiffened, retracted her tongue and stood up straight. Her sister, a dreamy look in her eyes, hugged her, pressing her tits against her own, then kissed her. Deeply.

Her sister's long tongue snaked down her throat, and she didn't gag. That reflex had apparently been suppressed, only to be replaced by the most erotic stimulus she had ever felt above the waist. WOW! Her throat felt like the inside of her cunt, only in her neck. Her sister started slowly fucking her throat with her long tongue, moaning with pleasure, and Gena realized that her tongue must also feel pleasurable stimulus. She pushed her own tongue into Tina's mouth and felt the double stimulus of fucking/being fucked. They hugged their bodies closer as the first waves of orgasm coursed down their bodies. It felt like their heads would explode. When they pressed their hairless pussies together, they both experienced earth shattering orgasm.

Now Gena fucked her sister's throat with her tongue and came so hard she almost passed out. Her first tongue orgasm. Then a throat orgasm. Soon they started working lower, experiencing tit orgasms, and finally ending up in a 69 that yielded the most incredible orgasms of all. Tongue/vaginal orgasms that promised to blow the tops off their heads. Her sister's cunt throbbed so hard it felt like it would blow a gasket, and she knew her own was doing the same.

Each orgasm rejuvenated them for more. The 69 session lasted the rest of the afternoon and late into the night. Gena found great pleasure licking her sisters smooth mound and slit. Pleasure she had never dreamed possible. They finally collapsed or passed out around 3:00 AM, and the next day they were at it again.

They could just barely control themselves enough to stop fucking when the doctor came in. She looked at them with a proud smile. "Look at you two. Nearly a perfect match. The splicing effected you both the same way. I only wish you were past your virulent stage. The Senator's party would love to see you. In fact, I bet we can even go for an increase in funding after this." The doctor then explained that they had been enhanced by a mutant gene, introduced by a virus carried by Cara GEF-17, GEF stands for Genetically Enhanced Female and she is the seventeenth specimen to carry the strain. The twins had puzzled looks on their faces and they squirmed distractedly. When she explained that Cara was the strange naked woman they had met the first day, both girls sat up and showed acute interest.

The mention of that first encounter sent a thrill through both of them. "Is she still here?" asked Tina, a glint in her eye.

The doctor smiled, "Yes, she is still on the premises. There are also genetically enhanced males that you will want to meet. I intend to introduce you in a couple of weeks, when the virus recedes and you are fully matured. You see it gets better.", the doctor said. "You may notice that your breasts are larger and more sensitive to pleasurable stimulus than normal. Your tongues and throats have been enhanced into sexual organs. Your vaginas are stronger and more sensitive to pleasurable stimulus, as is your pubic mound and your clitoris. Your pubic hair under your arms and vaginal as well as the hair on your legs has been genetically removed. That means no more shaving for you girls.

Your eyes have changed to turquoise. Kind of a genetic trademark of mine, that allows us to recognize our enhanced specimens.

You may also have noticed your thoughts turning to sex lately. That is also caused by a genetic re balancing of your brain chemistry, resulting in insatiable desire for sex in any form, subservience, and a desire to please. These desires extend into masochism, and a strong desire to be bound and forced to perform sex acts as a total slave. You have probably experienced lesbian fantasies as well as heterosexual, another genetic signature.

So girls, you are now genetically mutated sex slaves. Does that thought appeal to you?"

The doctor looked at the sisters. Gena with her hand between her legs finger fucking herself as she stared vacantly smiling at the doctor. And Tina with her hands wrapped in her shirt behind her back, in self imposed bondage, jutting her breasts out for the doctors benefit, her legs spread wide and her mouth slightly open.

"Of course it does", the doctor smiled, "Of course it does."

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Wonderful Tonight

You look beautiful in green. Absolutely marvelous. I watch you model the green chiffon dress, twirling about, your braided hair whipping lightly about as you turn and model for me, dear girl. I cannot think of the perfect words now, to express my desire for you, as you model that lovely green dress, and all the while, I think of how lovely the plump body underneath it must look.

This is the first time you have invited me to your room, and it's a small room, unbearably small as any dorm room is, but comfortable, warm, and smelling of soft incense that you're fordbidden to burn in a dorm room but light anyway, to make the room even warmer, to spark the romance you hope for but don't ask for directly...for I am in your room, and tonight is a special night, my soft brown girl.

You ask me if you like the dress, and I agree. You nod and tell me that this is your final choice of what to wear for tomorrow's formal. I smile, and silently wonder when you are going to take that dress off, and if I should turn my eyes away...but you look at me, smile, and begin to reach behind and feel for the zipper in the back. You find the zipper, and I watch you yank it down a few inches, but you find you cannot unzip it any further. You turn to me and ask for help with the zipper. But of course, and I wonder if you know how this simple act could begin my temptation. But no, you are no naive girl. You know full well.

I rise from my spot on the bed and approach behind you, and gently take the zipper and pull it the rest of the way down. You thank me, and without batting an eye, you reach for the bottom of the dress and begin to pull it off your body. I am riveted to the spot, as I watch inch afetr inch of brown flesh being reveal as you pull that green chiffon off of you and carefully hang it back onto its hanger before putting it back into the closet. I watch you, clad in sensible good-girl white brassiere and panties, seemingly unaware of me behind you, with visions of my face buried in your sweetness twirling through my mind. You, acting like the classical naive Marylin Monroe, me like the poor chap in "Seven Year Itch"....oh, God!

You turn around and face me. "Something to drink?"

I say no, and return to my spot on the bed, watching you, and I become a hungry she-wolf, watching you reach for a Mountain Dew in your coooler, still playing unawares. You open the can, quickly and cripsly, and sit next to me on the bed, setting your can on the nightstand after you've taken a sip. What do I do? I am almost biting my lip, and I'm crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to do something with the heat that is forming between them.

I can't stand it anymore. I reach for your hair, and brush a few stray braids out of your face. This is the test. I move my face closer to yours, my lips prepared for join yours. You are not moving away...this is a good sign. I move closer, until my lips are touching yours, then my mouth opens a little...you take the cue and open your lips as well, and you slide your tongue in my mouth. I shudder, and return with my tongue, and now we are locked in a wet and fiery kiss, both of our bodies and lips filled with that electricity of desire. I am imagining my hand, buried into your, and I can almost feel the slickness of your vagina around my fingers....

But not yet. There is plenty of time. I begin to move over you, and at this cue you lie down on the bed and reach for me, sliding your arms around me until your hands are resting on my back and fiddling for the zipper of my dress. You yank down the zipper, and as we continue to kiss, you are pulling the dress down, off my shoulders, and running a lone fingernail along my flesh. I can barely stand it, and I feel a surge of desire in my belly and pussy. Now, without warning, you reach up and bite my shoulder. Not hard, but enough to startle me a little. I break the kiss and yelp. You little wench. How did you know I liked to be bitten?

Nevermind that, however. I reach down and return the bite, only closer to your neck. I feel you shudder underneath me and gasp. I bite again, this time at the base of your neck in the front, at the center of yoru collarbone. You like this, don't you? I bite my way up your neck, until my lips touch yours again and we resume the kiss. I feel the cool air from the open window above the bed hit my now bare shoulder. I break the kiss again and raise up until I am upright. I reach for the hem of my dress and quickly, with one motion, pull it from my body. You look at me and smile. Yes, I had the foresight to wear no bra or underwear underneath that dress, and I am now naked in full view of you. I look down at you again. You can't be wearing those bra and panties anymore, I decide, and I reach down and unclasp your bra at the front, brushing away the cups to reveal two large, brown breasts topped with dark purple nipples. My mouth is watering even more at the sight, and without another though I lean down and begin to lick one nipple. You reach up and run your fingers through my hair, panting softly as i lick, suck on, and bite at your nipple. I feel you begin to heave and writhe beneath me now.

I reach for your other breast and I have them both in my hands. I press them together until your nipples almost meet, then again I lean down and with my tongue I resume my sweet torture, you mewling and groaning underneath me. I lick and bite across both nipples, alternating between them. You grab a handful of the back of my hair, and pull a little bit. I gasp, and in return I bite your nipples even harder.

No more Ms. Nice Gal. I slide down your body and in one motion, I rip off your panties. Now you are completely bare before me. You are mine.

I slide one finger down your belly, and down your slit, and find you drenched with your own wetness. So much the better. I slide that finger into you . You clench around my finger, but still, one finger at a time. I begin to pump the finger in and out of you while you writhe and buck against the palm of my hand. I slide a second, then a third finger in, wondering if you can handle any more of my hand inside you. I pump my three fingers, and you are thrashing on the bed, moaning, and all the while I think how thin these walls must be, and silently hope that someone is listening and is as hot as I am right now, finger fucking you....

Something is missing. I pull my fingers out for one brief second and climb off the bed. I open your closet, finding two scarves. Perfect. I pull the scarves from their hangers and returning to the bed, I climb back on between your legs. I lean over, pinning you to the bed, grabbing one wrist first and tying it deftly to the bedpost, then the other wrist in the same fashion.

I reach back, and grabbing your ankles, I lift your legs and push them apart until they are as spread as possible. I lean down and open your fridge door, and I find tucked away behind your soda....a bag of cucumbers. Good. I reach in and grab one, cool to my fingers, cold enough for a little sweet torture. I close the door.

I take the cucumber and nudge the end of it against your gaping hole, pushing gently. I hear you shiver a little at the coolness. Good. I push a little more, but gently as not to rush things and hurt you, but your soft and wet folds of skin give way easily and the cucumber plunges into the depths of your beautiful pussy until the end meets your cervix and it will not go in any further. I reach down with my other hand and spread your lips, letting the cool air from the window hit your very swollen and red clitoris. You writhe as the cool air hits you. I reach for the other end of the cucumber and begin sliding it, slowly, in and out of you. How does that feel, girl? I wonder if this cucumber has been in your depths before. You pant and moan, pulling on the scarves that bind you to your bed and keep you at my will. You will come tonight, girl. You must. You will be mine.

I slide the cucumber in and out of you, and with a free pinky finger, I press gently at your arsehole. I still have your lips spread with my other hand, while the cool breeze blows over us and onto you. I trail my gaze up your body. Your nipples are harder than diamonds. Your pretty brown face is flushed with bed. you're sweating now, and your sweat-covered forehead and blue-black braids glisten in the light from above. You grit your teeth and I begin to thrust the cucumber in and out of you, a little rougher than before. This is how you like it. This is how you will take it. I am aching to feel your cum on my face as you squirt all over me. I want you to squirt. My mouth is watering for your tangy juices.

As soon this wish will come true. You are bucking your hips, thrashing wildly, pulling on your restrained, and nearly screaming. "Oh, God, I'm gonna CUM! I'm gonna shoot!" You yell at the the top of your lungs, your breasts heaving. I smile wickedly. Good. Come for me, little one.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Your scream pierces the room as I see the first few squirts come from your swollen pussy. I pull the cucumber from you and watch as your squeeze again, shooting your cum onto my face and I lean over you. I come in closer, and with another squirt I open my mouth and take it in. I nearly melt as I taste you. This is what I have been waiting for. I drink it all in as you squirt, what seems endlessly, onto my face, and into my mouth. Oh, yes, this is what I was craving since the first time I saw you.

I drink in the last few of your squirts, then lean over, my parted lips touching yours, and again we kiss, letting some of your juices flow into your mouth. I slide up as I kiss you, until my pussy is directly on top of yours. Reaching down with one hand, I spready first your labia, then my own, then my clit touches yours. This is it. I continue to kiss you, rubbing my clit against yours. You suck in the last of the cum from my mouth, then break away from the kiss to yelp as your become hot again, this time from my sex rubbing against yours. I am rubbing faster now, and our clits slide over and past each other. You are thrashing and once again nearly screaming, so much to recieve in one evening, and I keep going, feeling the fire buidling in my own clit.

It is not long until I join you in screaming, our cries of ecstacy like a love song dripping with sweet female lust, and the final chorus of our love song being the orgasm. The fire builds within me even more...

I explode. I am yelling so loud I am pretty sure your entire floor can hear me, and soon you follow suit, joining me in my racous announcement to whoever will listen: "I AM COMING! OH, LORD, I'M COMING!" By this time I am too drenched in orgasm to care who hears us. We tremble violently together, our sweat and juices mingling, and I can feel the last of this tension releasing from me, and I collapse on top of you as you pant, spent from our wonderous dance of desire. I sigh, content.

You look at me and smile, and remembering, I reach up and loose your wrists. Rolling onto my back, I pull you next to me until your head rests on my breast. Then I get an idea. "Hand me that cucumber, will you, sweet?" I ask, and you reach for it. "And get me a knife."

You get up and stumble over to your shelves where your dishes are kept, and reach in a container and pull out a small knife. You bring it back, with the cucumber, and climb back onto the bed with me. I take the cucumber and knife from you, and slice it in half, lenghtwise, down the middle. I sniff it, and it still smells like your wonderful juices, and is still a bit wet with them. I hand you one half of the cucumber.

"Don't worry," I say. "We'll hit Kroger tomorrow for more veggies."

You look at me and laugh, and begin munching on your half of the cuke. I run my fingers through your hair and sigh, content.

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