Waxed

By T. Rex

"Amanda..."

I snapped out of my daze.

"Your room is ready, please follow me."

Nervously, I got up and followed the receptionist. "See you
in a little bit," my co-worker Jenny whispered as she
winked at me. This was my first time at a waxing salon. It
was odd how I ended up here to begin with. Lately I felt I
was losing my touch with men. Now don't get me wrong, I
still believe I'm a very attractive woman.

Maybe it's the fact that I'm getting older and showing
signs of age. (I'll be turning 34 this year.) Or perhaps...
I don't know exactly how to phrase this, perhaps it's
because I'm not always the kindest of people. Some would
probably down right call me a bitch. Or quite possibly, my
reputation of being a tease has finally caught up to me.

Anyway, for whatever reason, I felt I needed to do
something to spice up my act. Something that I thought
would enhance my sexual appeal. I just didn't know what
that "something" was... until my co-worker Jenny gave me
this coupon for a free waxing. It was kind of odd, since
personally I didn't think Jenny liked me that much. In
fact, the way I acted towards her sometimes, I wouldn't
have been surprised if she thought I was a bitch.

"Here we go. Please step inside, and I'll go over a few
things with you." She closed the door behind us. "I see you
were referred to us by Jenny, that's wonderful" she rambled
on as I took a seat on the opposite side of a small table
from her. "We have a couple of quick forms you to sign.
More or less it states that today's services will be
absolutely free of any monetary charges and is a promotion
to attract more business."

Her calm and professional demeanor eased my mind a little.
I was more than a little skeptical about this place. It
wasn't in the best part of town. After all, it was in the
same building as the only sex shop/XXX video store in our
small town. "I'd like to also say that we treat all of our
customer's needs in strict confidentiality." That phrase
captured my attention again. "Now if you liked to sign the
form here and we can get started." I quickly signed without
paying too much attention to the "contract.". The
receptionist handed me a medical gown and asked me to strip
to whatever I was comfortable with and then left the room.

I decided to only strip to my underwear. I was still
uncertain to whether or not I wanted to go "all-the-way"
with the waxing. After all, I had no idea how much it was
going to hurt. Besides, I didn't want the wax therapist to
think I was a slut or anything like that. I'd try to be
subtle about it, just in case this place didn't do "that"
sort of waxing. In a few minutes, I heard a knock on the
door. A mid-age lady entered the room. She looked very
professional. She was of a trim build, had her hair tied
back in a knot, and wore a medical lab coat.

Probably in her mid forties, she looked attractive for her
age in a refined sort of way. She introduced herself as
Sarah and asked me where I wanted to start as she directed
me towards the examination table in the center of the room.

Waxing the legs was not nearly as painful as I thought it
would be, probably largely due to her expertise and care in
the procedure. After she finished me legs, she massaged a
little lotion on them a little to make them feel better and
asked if there was anything else I wanted done, like my
back or armpits. Without saying a word and looking at her
shyly, I pulled down my panties. Boy, I hope she didn't
notice I was a little moist down there. Perhaps it was my
imagination, but I thought a saw a little smirk on her
face.

As she walked to the desk she mentioned that this would
hurt more than my legs. I told her she I thought I could
handle it. She pulled a pair of scissor out from the desk
drawer and started cutting my pubic hair. She told me that
she could only do small strips at a time; otherwise it
would hurt too much. I was glad that it seemed like she
knew what she was doing and was keeping a very professional
and serious composure.

She asked me to hold me legs apart with my hands at my
ankles. She said this was to prevent me from flailing
around too much. It turned out this was for good reason.
The first strip was excruciatingly painful. So much so that
my knee jerking reflexes made me let go of my leg and
accidentally kicked her. I apologized. She chuckled a bit
and seemed to have a good sense of humor about it. She
tried again. I let go of my legs once more. At least this
time I managed not to hit her, but it was a near miss.

"Hmmm. I'm not so sure this is going to work." She said as
she walked towards her desk once again. I looked down at my
throbbing pussy. It was nicely groomed, but I was
discouraged at just how little she was able to pull off.
Boy when she meant that she could only do small amount at a
time, she was joking! I heard her shuffling around in the
drawer again a little bit and then came back.

"Perhaps these will help." She was holding some leather
straps. Before I had time to protest, she already had one
of straps securely fastening one of my ankles to my wrist.
I decided not to say anything, largely because I didn't
want her to stop without completing the job. After all, I
had the courage come this far. I convinced myself this was
for her own safety, as I didn't want to kick her to death
before this day was over.

Once both of arms where strapped to my legs she got back to
work. Obviously, the straps didn't lessen the pain at all,
and I was really tensing up after each pull of the wax
strip - scrunching up my face in agony. At least up to this
point I wasn't screaming or making too much noise. After
all, I didn't want anyone in else to hear me. I'd really be
embarrassed then.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk, I know it's hard, but you've got to try
to relax," she stated. "Scrunching up your face like that
is going to leave you with wrinkles. You wouldn't want that
to happen, would you? Here, let me give you something for
your face to help you out."

Sarah came back with what looked liked to be a heated pad
in the shape of one of those blindfold sleeping masks.
Here, this will prevent you from tensing up your face as
she rapped the strap around my head and cover my eyes. "Now
just sit back and try to relax." The heat pads soothed my
face, but being tied up and now being blindfolded
definitely didn't help me relax. But again, I chose not to
protest. (As if I had a CHOICE at this point.)

She started up again - making really good progress. I had
more and more difficulty stifling any whimpers or moans -
as taking away my sense of sight seemed to heighten my
other senses. But I tried my best to keep silent and not
give myself away.

She kept on asking me to spread my legs more, and it soon
became apparent to her that my legs and arms were getting
very uncomfortable in their awkward position from all of
the squirming I was doing. She asked if it would be easier
if I had something to support and rest my legs on. I agreed
and I felt my feet getting locked somehow into something
that felt like stirrups. Since my legs were securely locked
in the stirrups, I was wondering if it was necessary to
keep my wrists tied to my ankles. As I opened my mouth to
ask the question, she quickly jammed something phallic-like
into my mouth.

"This will keep you from scaring away any of our 'valuable'
customers," she stated in a patronizing voice. "You WERE
getting a little loud there." The gag was strapped around
my head snugly.... and was going nowhere. "I don't think
you would be much of a bother to any of the other guests
now." She slurred.

Although in the back of my head I knew something wasn't
quite right, I assured myself this was all for the best,
after all, I didn't want my co-worker Jenny from getting
any satisfaction from hearing me scream in misery. That
bitch, that's probably why she gave me the free waxing
coupon. Oh well, at least she wouldn't get any satisfaction
of knowing how much this was hurting me.

"Well, since you're all nicely packaged up now, I guess I
can quickly finish you up now." as she liberally took
larger amounts of my pussy hair off. She seemed less gentle
now. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to get
this waxing over with. After a few more large, painful
strokes, she was finished.

"Well, don't you just looking wonderful now..." she
announced proudly as she rubbed her hand back and forth
over my now smooth mound. "I just love my handy work."

I was wondering just exactly which handy work she was
referring to.

My mound was burning, but her soothing strokes over my now
ultra sensitive waxed pussy helped. "This should help
soothe the burning sensation." She poured what felt like
massage oil on my tummy. She took both her hands and
started rubbing them back and forth along my belly, slowly
working in longer and longer strokes until she was reaching
all the up to my chest all the way down to my pussy. She
spent extra time around each of my mounds, especially the
newly waxed one. Little did I know I was moaning through my
gag as my natural reflexes of lust started consuming by
body.

"My, you certainly are wet down her. Let me help you out."
She parted last line of defense, my cunt lips, and slowly
slid a finger in my pussy, playing with my clit with her
other hand. She quickly worked her way to two fingers, and
then three, and then four. (I've never had four fingers
inside of me before.) Getting the fifth finger in took more
time. All of a sudden, she took her fingers out, but still
kept me worked up by playing with my clit.

"There, you're all stretched out there, let's try the other
hole now. I tried to protest, but she didn't pay attention
to me. Her variously lubricated finger slid right in my
anus despite my best efforts to keep her out of there. By
the time the third finger was in, I was really getting
worked up and matched each of her with thrusts with a
thrust of my own. I had all but forgotten how my pussy had
ached, as it was aching in a different fashion now. But
just before I was about to cum, she pulled her fingers out
of my ass and stopped playing with my clit too.

"That's enough for now," she said as I moaned in
frustration through my gag.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere - ya hear," she
laughed a little as she left the room.

Eat a Peach

By Candy Kane

Standing under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer's legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.

The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.

As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, "I'm so embarrassed, but I'm broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then."

We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

"I don't know if I can wait that long," I said as if deep in thought. "Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements."

"What kind?" she said with a gleam in her eye.

"Well, favors or something."

She thought for a moment then said, "I don't mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?"

"Ask me anything," I said, my heart melting.

"Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?"

"And if I was," I said. My pulse raced.

"Then I could pay you with pleasure."

Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

"I promise I will make it worth your while," Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bare leg. "It would be fun."

I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching.

"The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I'm very bi. You've got yourself a deal."

Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other's mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

"As much as I'd love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we'll never get your paper done." My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.

"I know," she said with a cute little pout.

I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, "So when can I expect payment?"

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Dying to spent the night with you," I said in anticipation.

"Then don't plan to get any sleep."

I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.

We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper - much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.

* * *

That was over a month ago. Tracy moved in with me right away and we have been fucking ever since. Tonight, we were heading out to go dancing and partying; one of our favorite preludes to sex.

When I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, I saw Tracy lying on our bed, naked but for a pair of thong panties. Her eyes were closed and her knees were up and spread. One hand was down the front of her panties rubbing tiny, quick circles around her clit while she pinched her pink nipple with the other.

"My aren't we horny tonight," I said, towel-drying my hair. Even from across the room, I smelled her arousal-that sweet aroma that always made my pulse quicken. Moisture glistened off her fingers.

Tracy opened her eyes, looking at me through the fog of an approaching orgasm. Her gaze went from my face to my breasts, quickly falling on my patch of strawberry fleece. Knowing her eyes were on me caused a tingle in my belly, and I shifted my weight sideways spreading my legs. The cool air met my moist pussy as it opened slightly. Tracy licked her lips.

"If you were really a friend, you'd come over here and help me with this," she said.

"What's in it for me?" I watched her fingers play her clit like a musical instrument.

"This," she said, sticking her tongue out and wiggling the tip like a snake.

"Come sit on this."

With a high-pitched squeal, I threw the towel aside.

"Ready or not!"

I dove into her arms and we rolled around the bed laughing and hugging. I grabbed her hand from her crotch and brought it to my face smearing her girl-cum on my nose. Then I sucked her fingers clean. "We should bottle this stuff," I said, smacking my lips.

"We could make millions."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Tracy said with a wink. "Now get busy down below, girl. I need some loving."

I propped up on my elbow and kissed Tracy while I reached down pulling her leg up to caress it. She ran her hand affectionately along my face as we broke the kiss and I lightly traced her left breast. I could not resist her soft, sweet mouth so we kissed again. As I kissed her, I ran my hand down her side along her leg that draped across my hip. Her skin was soft; her fragrance was that wonderful hint of fresh peaches.

And I wanted to eat her peach so bad.

My mouth was on her breast, her nipple hard against my tongue. Tracy moaned as I sucked, my hands roaming across her warm belly. Then I moved between her legs and lay down on top of her, licking and loving her other breast. Tracy stroked my hair, whispering how good it felt.

I lay between her legs moving my eager mouth down between her breasts. I hugged her legs tight against my sides leaving wet kisses and nibbles across her stomach. Tracy stretched her arms over her head in surrender. She watched me through half-closed eyes as I worked my way down her delicious body.

Licking and kissing her inner thighs, I moved ever closer to her warm, moist sex. I bit and chewed on the soft, sensitive skin on each side of her vagina; she was in heat and her scent was everywhere. I chewed and licked that wonderful soft valley where her thigh meets her mound. A dark patch on her crotch told me how wet and aroused she was. I wiped my face across her crotch feeling the moisture on my cheeks. Tracy spread her legs as I gently rubbed her crotch through the thin fabric. She moaned, moving her hips in a slow, sexy rotation, responding instinctively to my touch.

I reached up to her breast, caressing it as I sank my face back to her crotch. Her smell was intoxicating; I was drunk on it. I moved back up and sucked her nipple
into my hungry mouth. Tracy watched me as she continued to run her hands through my thick, red hair.

Then we were kissing passionately, moaning into each other's mouths, our arms wound tight, our bodies maneuvering to bring our pussies together. Tracy's hands were on my ass, loving me with tender strokes.

We ground our cunts together in a slow, erotic rhythm.

"I adore you," I whispered into her ear.

"You just say that to get in my panties," she said between moans.

"Does it work?" I ran my tongue around her earlobe.

"Every time." Then she pushed on my shoulders. "Now, do you wanna whisper sweet nothings or fuck me?"

"Both," I said, and with a quick kiss, I was back down between her legs, licking every inch of her along the way. The cool sheets felt wonderful as I positioned
myself on my stomach. Tracy raised her legs and I swung them over so she was on her side with her ass toward me. I bit and licked her sculptured hip while stroking her panty-clad pussy, the material moist and fragrant. Hooking my finger in her thong, I pulled it aside and ran the tip of my tongue along her ass, sampling the tangy flavor that was one hundred percent pure girl. Her little puckered anus looked so yummy, and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night loving it, it was a delicacy I would save for later.

Then I rose up over her hip, pushing my face between her legs and forcing her on her back. As I stuck my nose in her crotch, Tracy spread her legs in invitation, her panties now dripping with nectar.

I could not wait any longer. I had to taste her.

Grabbing the seam of her crotch, I pulled her panties aside, kissing her tenderly. Tracy stroked my long red hair as I give her soft licks and sweet kisses. I loved licking her pussy lips until they turned pink and puffy. As she spread her legs, her outer lips opened like a flower, and her warm honey coated my tongue.

She moaned when I took long slow licks up and down her slit, her short pubic hairs tickling my nose. I could feel my cunt dripping while little spasms quivered my
sugar walls. I gently placed her panty back over her pussy and pushed her legs together up in the air. Then I took each side of her panties, pulling them as she
raised her ass off the bed. My heart raced when I saw the material reluctantly peel away from the sticky wetness of her outer lips revealing the closest thing to heaven I had ever known.

I worked her panties up her legs, sliding them over her petite feet. Tracy licked her fingers and squeezed her nipples while she watched me put the panties to my nose
and smell juicy peach and pussy. I was completely overcome with lust as her scent filled my head. I envied the delicate silk that snuggled her sex all day.

"When I die," I said with a wink, "I want to come back as a pair of these.

I kissed the moist crotch.

"As long as they're my panties," she said, spreading her legs in surrender. She stroked her mound, getting it ready for love. Then she opened her lips wide, showing me nothing but pink.

"Is this what you want, baby?"

I trembled. "More that anything.

Pulling her knees up, she said, "Come eat your peach."

Moaning with desire, I ran my tongue over her bottom and up along her pussy lips, now coated with honey. I moved her hands out of the way and spread her wide; her
clit emerged, hard and round like a precious pearl. I licked and sucked it, feeling her hips respond. She gasped, telling me she was so ready to fuck.

Tracy ran her hands over her breasts, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and I knew she was drifting toward bliss. I slowly licked her letting my tongue slip down to her anus to remind me of that hidden treasure. While I licked her, I reached back, sliding my finger up and down the moist crack of my ass and into my cunt. I was so turned on, so wet. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked hard, moving my head
back and forth. This drove her crazy and she screamed, squirming so that I could hardly hang on.

Now I increased my attack, sucking her clit up between my lips, biting it, and jerking my head side to side like a feasting shark Tracy screamed for me to fuck her
harder as she thrashed around beating the sheets and arching her back in the throes of passion. She was blasting off for the stars and I was her rocket. With a final high-pitched squeal, she went into outer space.

Her body stiffened and a delicious warm gush of girl-cum flowed into my mouth. I slowed my assault, eagerly swallowing her cum. Then I placed soft kisses all over her tender lips, so flushed red and swollen.

"Come here, lover," Tracy said, holding her arms wide. I crawled up and she wrapped them around me as we kissed passionately.

"You always know just what I need," she said, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Then she giggled. "You taste like pussy."

We laughed, kissed, and hugged. Then Tracy turned me over and positioned herself between my legs.

"Take me to heaven, angel" I said with a big grin. I wiggled my ass until I was comfortable. Then Tracy leaned forward, licking my breasts, going from one to another with an unquenchable hunger.

As she ravaged my nipples, she straddled my left leg, grinding her pussy into my thigh and leaving a wet trail. While she humped my leg, she reached back and
played with her ass. She breathed heavily as her pussy slid along my thigh. Pre-cum flowed out, dripping down the sides of my leg. Then she lifted my right leg straight up and slid forward until our pussies met.

As I rubbed her clit with my thumb, Tracy went wild with passion and I was not far behind. I felt the fire ignite between my legs and start radiating up through my tummy; my nipples were ready to pop off. I grew light-headed and my chest heaved as we moved faster.

The sounds coming from our mouths were no longer human but had turned to animal grunts and squeals. Tracy's eyes were closed as she arched her back, grinding her
cunt into mine. Her hips were going a mile a minute. Next to sixty-nine, this was our favorite way to girl-fuck. "Doing the pink on pink," she called it.

Tracy brought my up-turned leg to her breast, stroking and kissing my calf and ankle. Then with a shudder, she slammed her cunt into mine and climaxed. I cupped
my hand under her pussy, feeling warm cum flow out. I brought it to my mouth trying to lick all the honey dripping down my arm. It was warm and sweet, only seconds ago deep inside her vagina. I savored every drop as I let it flow slowly down my throat.

With a big smile, I said, "I can't get enough of you."

"There's plenty more where that came from, baby," she said. "Now turn over and show me that cute ass."

I did not have to be asked twice as I got on my elbows and stuck my bottom up, my knees spread.

"You smell so fucking good," she said, sniffing me like a puppy. Tracy ran her tongue up and down the length of my ass crack and then buried her noise in my butt as she ate me from behind. Spreading my lips wide with her fingers, she washed my sugar walls with her long, probing tongue.

My body trembled with lust as she made hot lesbian love to me. Her mouth was everywhere, wet and soft.

Spreading my cheeks, she ravaged my anus, pushing the tip of her wicked tongue at it.

Tracy stroked my legs and ass, licking my crack and pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could to let her get at every part. Then she slipped two fingers into my vagina and I saw stars. "I'm getting so close," I said, shoving my ass at her.

I felt Tracy's fingers go deep and I clamped down on them. Then her thumb probed my anus and slipped inside. I went nuts. "Oh, you nasty girl," I said with a squeal. "I love when you do that!"

Tracy shoved her fingers into my pussy and ass while she ran her tongue up and down my bottom. My head was about to explode; I was squealing, grunting, and screaming her name. Then Tracy bit down on my clit and I saw fireworks. My stomach sucked in, by body went stiff, and I came like a storm.

Tracy slowed down, gently stroked my pussy and ass.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Oh, yes," I said breathlessly.

As I caught my breath, she placed soft kisses everywhere. "Poor baby," she said in mock sympathy.

"I promise never to do that again."

I turned over on my back, holding my arms open.

"That's a promise I won't let you keep."

Tracy kissed her way up my body until we held each other. "You'll just have to beg if you want more," she said, kissing me passionately.

"I've had my dinner," I said, breaking the kiss. "Now I want dessert."

"I don't hear any begging."

"Please."

"Please, what?" she said, her finger playing with my lips and tongue, our breasts pressed together.

"Please turn around."

"And what?" she said, slipping her finger into my mouth.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out. "You know damn well, so I can lick your ass."

"You like my ass, do you?" Tracy said, taunting me.

"I adore it," I said. "Touching it, smelling it, licking it, sucking it, kissing it."

She moaned. "Well, if you put it that way." She kissed me hard, running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. Then she slowly got up on her hands and knees turning around. Backing up, she lowered her ass to my face. "You don't mind if I eat some pussy while you have your dessert?"

I moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her bottom to my mouth. There was my prize: her little rose bud, ready for loving. I had to admit, I loved Tracy, I adored her body, I worshiped her pussy, but I craved her ass. Sticking my nose in her crack, I smelled sex, salt, sweat, and a hint of peach-the ingredients of an all-girl heaven.

Then I stuck my tongue out, tasting what I had patiently waited for-and my dessert was well worth the wait. As Tracy's mouth covered my pussy and her tongue slipped inside me, I closed my eyes, hugged her hips, and made love to her most secret place. By the way, we never made it to the dance that night.

Champagne Cocktail

By Maryann

Seanna McCaffrey is the president and CEO of McCaffrey
& Associates, a small but very successful business
founded by her grandfather, after whom she was named,
and from whom she inherited her business sense. When he
took it over for a while, her father did not run it
very well, and she has brought it from the brink of
disaster to its present thriving condition.

She is tall, about 5' 8", slender and light boned, so
that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her
carrot-colored hair fairly short, and dresses for
business in very tailored grey pants-suits, with just a
touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears
to be in her early twenties, she will celebrate her
thirtieth birthday this coming November.

Her body is soft with curves. Her waist is small,
accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small
mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze
uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.
But, as you might guess, under the severely private,
cold exterior, beats a hot and passionate heart.

She normally separates her business and private life
very strictly, but then she discovered.

Alexandra "Sandy" Marlin. At 26, she had worked her way
"up the corporate ladder" to a minor management
position, entirely on her ability. Seanna discovered
her record, and promoted her to Administrative
Assistant to the CEO.

She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She
produces the neatest, most complete reports of anyone
Seanna has ever known.

Sandy is of average height, but with outstanding looks.
Her long dark-brown straight hair frames her thin pixie
face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes. She
dresses less severely than Seanna, going in for earth-
colored skirt-suits with pastel blouses. She loves sexy
shoes, and wears them well on her small, well formed
feet.

She has large, well proportioned breasts, which carry
well on her larger-boned frame. Though she is self-
conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully when she
walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all
heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-
clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass
blossom forth from her waist in a very eye-pleasing
way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her
high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot.

Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick
frown, and her young face already shows signs of "worry
lines". She is subject to stomach cramps, and somehow,
this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who finds
herself unaccountably attracted to this woman.

For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna. She
wonders at how she always seems to know the right thing
to say, the right moves to make in business, and
secretly wishes that she were the sister she didn't
have.

**

About six months ago, Seanna's secretary left the
company because of pregnancy, and she placed an ad for
a replacement. Several applicants showed up, and among
them was Erik Jansson.

Erik had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small
chuckle at the thought of having a male secretary, she
hired him.

Erik is a writer, but as yet has not made his mark. His
works have been published from time to time in
magazines, but he needs an income that's more regular.
Putting aside his considerations, he applied at
McCaffrey. He was glad he did. He enjoys being around
Seanna, and is not ashamed to admit he admires her
ability as well as her looks. The guys at Duffy's
Tavern give him some flak, but he laughs it off easily.

Erik is "six-foot-two, eyes of blue", with sand-colored
hair. His mother was a Scottish lass and there is a
hint of red in his hair when you see it in a certain
light. He got his fathers big Scandinavian frame, and
he carries it well.

He wears European-cut suits in brown and tan, and
fitted shirts to the office. He keeps a light tan by
stopping at the gym's sun room once in a while.

He's got a good, solid pair of buns, something which
both women noticed right away, and which Seanna tends
to watch when he exits her office.

They have also noticed, from time to time, that his
"basket" is pretty well filled, too, though never
obvious.

Twice a week he spends some time in the gym across from
Duffy's and works out or plays a round of racquetball
with his friend Mike, so he hasn't lost his muscle-
tone. He was a varsity letterman, specializing in rings
and parallel bars.

Although he almost always has a date when he wants one,
he has no strong attachments, and, as he tells Mike, is
"just lookin' around."

**

Two months ago, Seanna invited Sandy to a restaurant
for dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks,
and began to lose the "edge" of employer-employee
relationships, beginning to become friends. They have
been out to dinner together several times since.

After their last dinner, and a few drinks, Seanna
suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks
would be as good, and they could be more comfortable.

Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived,
and were greeted by the doorman.

"Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev'nin." he said, as he
pressed the elevator button.

"Hello, Matt."

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in
Seanna's large, but not ostentatious apartment. Sandy
looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and
said, "I love your place."

"Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?"

"Yes."

Sandy was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a
sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well-
filled bra.

"Well, go ahead," Seanna invited her as she put away
Sandy's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home.
What will you drink?"

"Um, seven and seven."

Seanna crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the
stereo to soft music, and began making the drinks while
Sandy looked around. The older woman brought up two
glasses as the brunette peeked through the open bedroom
door.

"Here y'are. Cheers."

"Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment
is wonderful, Seanna."

"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and
relax. You seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss?
We're friends."

"Sure, Seanna." Sandy was not willing to tell her the
real reason for her nervousness. Not yet.

"Tell me some more about yourself, Sandy. Do you have
brothers or sisters?"

"No, and I always wanted a sister. My parents died in a
car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised
me. They had two boys younger than I."

"That must have been difficult."

"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There
was never any "me against them," or anything. They even
saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to
business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a
sister?"

"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a
sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.

"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't
much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly
boys, then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted
to 'protect' me."

The younger woman drained her glass.

"Another?"

"Uh, yes, thanks."

The red-head got up and walked to the bar.

"Seanna?"

"Yes?"

"Let's be sisters."

"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."

"Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we
wanted to talk about and do as kids."

"We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!"

They giggled over pulling the cork, Seanna holding the
bottle between her legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of
the bottle.

"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Sandy
laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to kiss
Seanna, finding the red-head unaccountably attractive.
"What's going on with me?" she thought.

Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was
poured.

They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted
their new "sisterhood".

"But no favors at work," Sandy said after a moment. "I
want no mistake, I'm gonna make it on my own." The
drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.

"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You
should know me better."

They drank in silence for a while.

"My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure
we all went to church and Sunday school and all that,
but I stopped when I went to college."

To herself Sandy thought, "I never was attracted to
another woman before. Should I tell her?"

"I stopped going to mass many years ago," Seanna
answered. "To me it seems the church doesn't see that
God made us the way we are, and... well... that it's ok
to enjoy what we've got."

"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the brunette
whispered, as the red head refilled the glasses.

"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at
the office think so, too. I've watched them look at
you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the
bottom drawer of the file cabinet."

"He watches your bottom, too," Sandy giggled.

"He's good looking, isn't he?"

"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda
melt. He's got great buns, doesn't he?" Sandy was
loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close
friendship making her feel very comfortable.

"Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes,
watching his tight little cheeks."

They sipped some more. A warm cozy feeling was creeping
up Sandy's insides. Her secret attraction to Seanna,
and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also
attracted, was taking a toll.

"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in
bed," she blurted.

"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet."
They laughed.

They sipped a while in silence.

"Do you have a man in your life now, Sandy?"

She has had several men, but has found them generally
too rash and insensitive, and not formed any lasting
attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm,
nurturing relationship, and fulfilling sex, she would
rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if
she were to marry, and she is convinced that living
with someone would be the same.

"No, not right now. You?"

"Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he
was special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my
being 'Ms President' and who - well, he was exciting,
but... no good."

Seanna is very selective about those she allows to
participate in her private "rites", and is fiercely
loyal to her men- until they prove themselves
"unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on their
heads. She is willing to try anything to see if she
likes it, and she usually does.

"Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah,
attracted to another woman?"

"Wrong? No, of course not."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"

"No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule."
Seanna replied, "Why?"

"Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need
the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and
closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and
after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper
sent a thrill up her belly.

"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth
called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and
touched her love button.

Meanwhile, Seanna sipped more champagne and wondered
about Sandy's question, and wondering at her own
attraction to the voluptuous brunette. She got up,
walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured
them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa,
and nibbled at them.

Sandy's touchings had only increased the heat, her
juices flowing, her now swollen nether lips hungry. She
spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud
lengthening in its nest. Her fingers played in the
medium-brown patch of gently curled hair which barely
covered her full woman's lips. She pressed her thumbs
together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed
downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her frilly
inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down,
and the little hot wad moved up and down in the
caressing nest.

Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She
rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of
the seat. She kicked the white cotton panties off her
legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh
muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her
flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh,
drawing waves of heat from her inner needs. She
inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and
out, trying to console her agonized need. Then she
began to walk them around inside herself. She began to
mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at
the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such
intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly.

"She's been gone a long while," Seanna mused, finishing
her glass. "I wonder if she's all right." She chuckled
aloud. "She's had a lot to drink, I hope she didn't
pass out in there."

Sandy's hands were working a dance on her soft wet
flesh, her little moans becoming audible. She flung her
knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She
clawed at her inner softness, her other hand gripping
the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her
erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her
ass bounced on the toilet rim.

"I better see if she's okay." Seanna got up and walked
to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She
heard a soft moan from within.

"Sandy?"

No answer.

Sandy's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing
from side to side, her three fingers buried to the
second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast.

Now Seanna really was worried. She hesitated a moment,
then opened the door.

"Oh! Excuse... Oh." Embarrassed at having barged in,
but fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Seanna
stood a moment in the doorway. Sandy turned three
shades of purple, returning to the world, and began to
cover herself.

"Oh, sweet little sister, don't stop. Finish what you
started."

Sandy's hands really didn't want to leave their work,
and after a moment resumed their clawing. Seanna
watched, her own fires warming. She softly entered the
room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Sandy.

"Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm." Her hands went to
Sandy's face, pushing back a strand of hair.

Sandy had both hands back on her mound, one working the
puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged
in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front wall of her
canal.

The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips
just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister. Her
tongue darted out, just whisking against Sandy's soft
red, also darting tongue.

Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy's sheer
blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled
the blouse gently from the brunette's shoulders as she
broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra
and undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers gently
drew the straps from the brunette's shoulders and
pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Sandy's
full large breasts were capped by brownish silver-
dollar sized areoles surrounding little berries that
had puckered up hard with her excitement. Seanna's
hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling
the nipples gently.

"How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples
pucker." She bent and darted her tongue over them.

Sandy's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.

The red-head leaned forward and flicked her tongue over
the hard-puckered tip of Sandy's nipple, while her hand
joined Sandy's own. At first exploring, then massaging
Sandy's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the
little wad, watching Sandy's face.

"Unn! ... Ohh! ... OOOOH!"

"Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum. You look so pretty
when your cumming!"

Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment,
delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice,
then plunged headlong. Lightnings and sparks went off
in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round
ass bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her
mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half
out of her body.

"OOOOOOOOHHH."

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy's spasms, Seanna
gently stroked her trigger, extending the awesome
throes of Sandy's pleasure.

Slowly, the after- shocks eased, settling into a warm
fuzzy glow. Seanna was enthralled, watching the younger
woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue
lace panties were drenched.

"Kiss me again," Sandy murmured.

Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking
the corners of her mouth. Sandy's tongue answered. The
brunette's hands went out to Seanna's body.

Suddenly, she broke away. "Seanna, I'm scared and I'm
embarrassed.

I... I've never... er..."

The red-head replied, "Neither have I, sweet little
sister. I've never even considered it before. Relax.
We're sisters, remember?"

"You always seem to know things," Sandy remarked,
nodding.

"Come on, let's not stay in here."

They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy
clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They
returned to the living room, and sat back down on the
sofa. Sandy's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her
rumpled skirt askew on her hips.

Sandy took a big gulp of champagne.

Seanna smiled at her. "I'm hot, too, now," she said
softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand,
sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her
pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the
full-chested brunette.

Sandy watched wide-eyed as the red- head began to rub
herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more
champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was
aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at
the sight.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Seanna's
blouse. "I bet your breasts are beautiful."

"They're kinda small, not like yours."

The brunette stopped at her words. "Maybe she doesn't
want me to," she thought.

"Go ahead. Please. I want you to," the red- head
whispered.

Sandy slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then
slowly pulled the tails from under the belt, drawing
the blouse open like curtains, unveiling the shapely
fleshy mounds beneath. Seanna was not wearing a bra.
Though not large, her breasts were well shaped and
full, firm, set high, and crowned with quarter-sized
areoles which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a
breast.

"Oh! They ARE beautiful. And I love your freckles!" Her
chest, like her face, was sprinkled with little
freckles.

On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the
hardening pink tips. Seanna's nipples were highly
sensitive and erectile. She has been known to "get off"
just on these. The sensation sent chills down her
spine, and little sparks of heat in her belly.

Seanna removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy the
attention, humming softly in her throat. Sandy broke
off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips,
hungrily pushing her tongue between the red-heads lips.

Sandy's fingers explored the other woman's firm
breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the
nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way
down her neck and fastened her mouth around the full
pinkness, flicking the tip of her tongue over the
ripening raisins.

Seanna's moaning grew louder.

"Come, little sister." She said, after a while. Getting
up, she took Sandy's hand, and led her to the bedroom.
She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to
remove the rest of her clothes. Under the severe
business suit, she had worn very feminine lace
underwear in Ice-Blue, a color that accented her hair
and milk-white skin.

In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear,
delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the
secrecy and the "naughtiness" of it.

When she had removed the clinging material, Sandy saw
that her "bush" was full, a tangle of color slightly
deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond-shaped,
with a thin spear of color projecting three-quarters
the way to her full, sensuous navel.

Her legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a
pair of globes that were a delight to behold, and, as
she bent to remove her stockings, the brunette glimpsed
the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and
frilly veil.

Sandy giggled slightly and removed her skirt and
stockings. In a moment, there were two very different,
very beautiful and very naked women standing by the
bed.

Seanna laughed. "We forget to bring the bubbly!"

"I'll get it," Sandy laughed.

Seanna watched her go. She really did have a nice
derriere.

"Don't forget the glasses," she called out.

Seanna turned down the cover on the big bed, and when
Sandy returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed,
sliding over and patting the space next to her. Sandy
giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-
table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms
around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just
brushing the tips of the red-heads smaller ones.

Seanna began to stroke Sandy's back, running her hands
up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar
touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the
brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement.
She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and
squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.

Sandy flicked Seanna's cone-shaped nipples with her
tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing and then covered
one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her
lips.

Seanna began to groan again, lying down, her legs
writhing on the covers. Sandy flicked the tip of her
tongue over the now full cones, and the red-head began
to shiver.

Seanna cupped her hands over Sandy's breasts as they
hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing
the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in her
fingers.

"That feels so good, Seanna," she murmured. Her hand
strayed down Seanna's belly. "You're so pretty. I love
your red hair. See how it curls. It's so full and
bushy."

She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning
Seanna's belly. She pulled gently at the red curls,
stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they
covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy
folds and ran a finger in the valley between.

The red-head put her arms around the brunette and
pulled her onto her undulating body, wrapping her thin
legs around the younger woman's fuller ones. She
pressed her hot wet flesh against Sandy's thigh.

Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her
legs under, the other over, Seanna's. Then she pressed
forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the
red head's.

She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers,
running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.

She maneuvered herself until her again erect bud was
pressing hotly against Seanna's, almost like a
miniature penis. She ground her hips forward, the heat
rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so
that it touched both their triggers, then pumped it up
and down.

Seanna thrust her hips forward and up, raising the
pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the
brunette's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding
the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and
ground together, kissing and sucking against each other
like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each
other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The red
and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing
bodies sought release, their two erect love- buds
straining against each other.

Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip
to the pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?"

Seanna was lost to thought, her quicker responses
having already brought her near the edge. She began to
quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in little
mewing whimpers.

"Mmmm... ooh, ooh, mmmMMMM."

As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement, a part of
her was watching Seanna. "She really gets into it,
doesn't she." she thought. Seanna had begun to cum. Her
stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew
from her skin, her areoles grew so they looked ready to
burst. "MMmmmmMMMMAAH!"

In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging
into the lightnings once more. Her lips clamped and
released as her sphincters went into spasms, rubbing
more fiercely against her slender partner's.

"OHH... UNG...AHH."

Sandy collapsed over the red- head's body. They twined
their arms and legs about each other, squirming in
their after- shocks.

"Ohh. Nice," Seanna breathed. "But I still want. Oohh.
I want something in me."

She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to
Sandy, and sipped.

Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a
drawer and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Sandy?"

Sandy was embarrassed, first at the sight of Seanna's
"toy" and second to admit that she used them. Actually,
when she feels the urge, at home, she would often and
easily "help herself" with fingers, pillow and a "toy".
She usually keeps her wants and desires to herself, not
expressing them easily. But after a moment, she
admitted.

"Yes, a smaller one, though."

Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the
instrument like a sword. She sipped some more champagne
and then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator
between her legs, prodding at her still- moist lips,
then stopped.

"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the
instrument to Sandy.

Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Seanna's
writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her
pink gates open.

She gulped down the rest of the glass and then crawled
over until she was sitting between the red- heads
knees.

She laid the vibrator lengthwise in the older woman's
valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Seanna reached
down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers,
moaning softly. Sandy prodded at the entrance to the
tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument,
twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob
on its butt end, and turned it a little.

A low pitched hum began, the device waking in her
fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the
end in Seanna's ample juices. Seanna moaned, her
fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Sandy watched
fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm
pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls.
She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed
again, recalling how she did herself at home.

With each entry Seanna's moans grew deeper. When half
its length had disappeared, Sandy turned the control up
a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument
pulsing and growling in her hand.

"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..."

Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more
easily as Seanna's moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy
was warming to her task, and began to pump the
instrument in and out, twisting the control up and
down.

Sandy's free hand wrapped itself around her left
breast, squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples,
stretching them, then pressing them.

Seanna was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her
fingers in a fan, and rotating her wrists, drummed her
erect nipples.

Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew
together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and
forth.

"Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!"

Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared,
feeling the soft resistance of Seanna's insides. She
watched enthralled as the red head began to buck, her
hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed,
her knees shaking.

Sandy's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.

She watched the red- heads pink flesh as it drew back
and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin
clawed at it as she pressed it in.

"Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!"

Seanna bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on
her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles
seeming to stand out, her nipples expanding.

Sandy turned the control up all the way. The instrument
roared, it seemed almost to draw into Seanna's body of
itself. Seanna pressed her hips forward and down,
impaling herself even more deeply than Sandy had dared.

"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!"

Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in
the red-head's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred
her own flesh with her fingers.

"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna's
throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled
onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She
drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Sandy had
released her hold when Seanna dropped, but now reached
out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery
with the overflow of Seanna's hot honey. Her round ass-
cheeks glistened with it.

Sandy pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short
quick strokes.

Seanna's whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms
clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a
grimace.

"Nn... NNg... Gggk!!"

Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips.

Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her
back, her legs straightened.

Sandy turned the control off and began to withdraw the
vibrator.

"Ahh! Wait! Slowly."

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft
casing.

"Gee, I never cum like that," she thought.

Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.

Sandy looked at the instrument, slick with the red-
head's honey.

She lay down next to Seanna, spread her legs and
pressed it to her tunnel.

How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was,
it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then
reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her
finger play had readied her, her watching the other
woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator
was completing the work.

She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she
could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.

"Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh."

Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

"Oh, little sister, let me."

Seanna took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded
them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she instructed.

Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous
round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.

"Now relax, little sister."

Seanna parted Sandy's lips with one hand and guided the
huge instrument into her love channel with the other.
She snaked it around in Sandy's body. When a good part
of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

"Mmmm" Sandy mumbled into the sheets as the device
hummed within her.

Seanna worked more and more of the device into Sandy,
twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand
she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated
cheeks of Sandy's wiggling derriere.

"Ohh. Umm."

Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device
began to growl.

"Oooh... Ung.."

The red-head pumped the vibrating device in and out of
Sandy's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that,
stimulating every nerve. She watched how Sandy's flesh
clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it
pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the
depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost
opening pooched in and out.

Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna turned the
machine on full and pressed it in, working it around.
She massaged the soft purple pucker of Sandy's other
opening with a wet fingertip.

"Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!"

Sandy's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles
jiggling and rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure
mounted to climax. Sandy came, and came and came.

Her insides churned as never before, her muscles
tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.

She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within
her. She thought she would pass out, but still Seanna
insistently stirred the machine in her body, stroked
her little ring as it pooched in and out.

At last she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly
it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and
loss at its going.

"Oh Seanna, that was... beautiful! Oh, I'm so tired!"

"Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we'll
sleep well."

"Good. Thanks. Hold me?"

They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.

Cool Beach

By Ferrous Juggler

Sharon and Meagan lay side by side on the beach,
watching the sun fade over the horizon. The air was
warm despite the darkening sky; it was going to be a
hot night. The sand was deserted as far as they could
see in either direction -- the public beaches were a
few miles down the road, and tall fences conveniently
blocked the tourists from intruding on the private
playgrounds of the people who owned the beachfront
houses.

Sharon reached over to the small cooler and found
a large piece of ice, which she popped into her mouth
quietly. Beside her, Meagan lay half asleep, obviously
enjoying whatever day dream she was having -- her hands
were passing slowly back and forth on her bare stomach,
caressing the tanned skin softly, reaching a bit fur-
ther down and a little further up with every pass.
Sharon turned to watch her, propping herself up on one
elbow.

"Why don't you let me do that," she suggested,
whispering softly. Meagan simply nodded not bothering
to open her eyes.

Sharon continued to suck on the ice while pulling
Meagan's bikini top away from her breasts gently. The
other woman sighed as her nipples were exposed to the
warm breeze. The ice melting rapidly in her mouth,
Sharon bent forward and clasped her lips tightly over
the tip of one beautifully tanned breast. Meagan
gasped at the unexpected shock but didn't move to break
the contact.

Smiling to herself, Sharon swirled the diminishing
ice around in her mouth, pressing it against the
rapidly hardening nipple. Meagan moaned quietly and,
encouraged, Sharon sucked harder at her lover's breast.
The ice had melted into a pool of cold water in her
mouth, making the nipple and surrounding breast glisten
in the fading light as the hardened bud popped out of
Sharon's mouth.

Reaching back, Sharon found a few more pieces of ice.
She slid one into her mouth, kept the rest clenched in
one fist. Climbing to her knees, Sharon took a single
cube in her right hand and traced it slowly around the
circumference of Meagan's untouched breast. When it
reached the stiffened tip Meagan released a protracted
sigh. Raising her left hand, Sharon let some of the
melting ice drip straight onto the warm skin between
Meagan's rapidly heaving breasts.

Sharon held her hand above Meagan's warm skin, slowly
leading a trail of cold drops down her chest and onto
her stomach. When the water reached the tender skin
just above her bikini bottoms, Meagan cried aloud
involuntarily. Sharon inched sideways, her left hand
continuing its journey to one of Meagan's thighs. The
ice in her mouth was nearly gone, so she found more
with her free hand and grinned as it disappeared.

Meagan, eyes closed but realizing that her lover's
hands were busy, pushed her bikini off impatiently.
The tops of Sharon's breasts brushed against the out-
side of Meagan's thigh as she leaned forward, trailing
her dripping hand past Meagan's knee. Meagan's legs
spread wide on their own accord and Sharon could almost
feel the heat emanating from their juncture. Smiling
wickedly to herself, Sharon bent forward and set her
lips around Meagan's clit, placing her freezing tongue
directly on the tender bundle of nerves.

Meagan cried out again and clenched her hands in the
sand, thrusting her midsection up at her lover's face.
The ice in Sharon's hand had disappeared by now and she
swung herself around between Meagan's knees, rubbing
her cold, wet hands across the hot skin of Meagan's
legs.

Craning her neck further, Sharon thrust her tongue
directly into Meagan's heated sex. Meagan's buttocks
rose from the towel as she arched her back, driving
herself against the cold organ inside her. Sharon's
tongue didn't stay cold for long; however. She felt
her mouth growing rapidly warmer as Meagen writhed
uncontrollably on the towel.

In only seconds Meagan was gasping uncontrollably,
twisting and grinding her nether region against
Sharon's invading mouth. Her entire lower body was
in the air, propped up by her kneeling lover's arms
and shoulders. Sharon drove as deep as she could with
her tongue, one hand reaching around to caress the
quivering clit above her mouth. Meagan gave one more
long cry as she came, actually squeezing Sharon's
tongue for a moment with her inner muscles. When
Sharon finally released her, Meagan lay on the towel,
an occasional tremor rolling through her body.

"That was wonderful," Meagan said, finally opening
her eyes.

Sharon smiled, looked around to find that they were
still all alone. "Am I going to get a turn?" she asked,
nipping lightly at Meagan's still-hard nipple.

Meagan wiggled teasingly, rolling up onto her side.
"That depends," she said. "Is there any ice left?"

Aftermath

By Lonelywine

Sometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We
just do it without thinking.

My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live
in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such
a magazine called the "All American Family", the four
of us could well be on the cover.

By the four of us, I refer to myself and my husband of
nineteen years Jake; my daughter Lisa who is seventeen;
and my son Brian who just graduated from high school
this past June. I of course am on the high end of
thirty something, but I am still trim and shapely
enough that most people think I’m younger.

Rather than try to describe myself, I can tell you
honestly that I look very much like Patricia Heaton,
she of the "Everybody Loves Raymond" television series.
At 5’7" I would think that I am probably several inches
taller than she, but in appearance, hair color and body
shape, we are similar enough to be twins. Perhaps we
were in some other lifetime.

To get back to the no "rhyme or reason" thing, her name
is Delores Cortez and she is a schoolmate of my
daughter. She has the dark and sensual look of her
Latin heritage, and as my son commented once, she has
quite a "rack". Rack in his terminology of course
meaning breasts. And that "rack" she has was the start
of a reluctant adventure for me.

It was raining that day she stood on the porch ringing
the doorbell. When I opened the door, she stood there
with wetness dripping from her hair, her thin white
blouse plastered against her. Suffice it to say that
her "rack" was quite visible to my eyes as I invited
her in, chiding her for walking in such a rainstorm.
She had merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me.

"It’s not that bad, Missus Springston, I like the
rain."

"I do too," I laughed. "But I would much rather look at
it through my window than walk in it. Oh dear, you must
be chilled to the bone."

"Nah, I’m okay. Lisa isn’t home, is she? I forgot that
she had to stay for band practice today. Was you busy?"

"Not really," I said, my eyes constantly returning to
the front of her white blouse. I could actually see her
nipples through the thin cotton material. Oddly enough,
I could feel myself growing moist between my legs.

*

I suppose I have always had some sort of strange
attraction for the female breast. When I was five or
six years old and she was baby sitting me for one
reason or another, my mother’s sister, my Aunt Agnes,
would often cradle me on her lap and open her blouse
then let me suckle at her huge breasts. Once in a while
she would rub me between my legs as I sucked eagerly at
her titty, but I was too young to realize what was
really happening. Then she married my Uncle Alex and
they moved across country from us.

Many times I would attempt to touch my mother’s
breasts, but she would always push my hand away and
tell me that it wasn’t nice to touch her like that. As
I grew older and in high school around my daughter’s
age, I would find myself stealing peeks at the other
girl’s breasts whenever the opportunity presented
itself, but I honestly didn’t attach any great
significance to it. The reason I tell you all of this
is because it might help to explain all that happened.

*

"Delores... you might catch cold as wet as your things
are, why don’t you let me put your blouse and your
jeans in the dryer for a bit?" I couldn’t believe I was
saying it as soon as the words tumbled from my lips.

"Okay," she shrugged and calmly pulled her blouse up
and over her head and handed it to me. Then she
unfastened her jeans and skimmed them down her shapely
and muscular legs. Without thinking, I bent forward to
pick her jeans up and found my face only inches from
her crotch. I could plainly see the dark triangle of
her pubic hairs through the thin and damp material of
her underpants.

My legs were hardly able to support me as I
straightened up again and turned away from the girl,
carrying her wet clothes across the kitchen and into
the laundry room. Pushing them into the dryer, I braced
myself with my hands on the edge of the dryer and tried
desperately to regain my equilibrium. I was so sexually
aroused that I was actually trembling. After a long
minute, I took a deep breath and returned to the living
room where Delores was half sitting and half laying on
the sofa. It only took me a second to realize that she
was posing.

My heart fluttering in my chest, I sat down at the end
of the sofa close to her now shoeless feet. She was
looking at me silently through half hooded lids, an
enigmatic smile curving the corners of her lips.
Keeping my movement elaborately casual, I reached over
and wrapped my fingers around her foot, squeezing
lightly.

"Ummm, I like my feet rubbed, Missus Springston."

"Do you?" I asked. Without making any pretense about
it, I looked openly and directly at her panty covered
crotch. "What else do you like rubbed Delores?"

"Anythin’ you wanna rub," she responded quickly, her
Spanish accent very noticeable. "I like you."

"You’re my daughter’s friend," I said softly.

"I wouldn’t say anythin’, Missus Springston... not to
anybody!" Scooting herself slightly towards me, she
lifted her free foot and rubbed her stockinged toes
against the front of my blouse. "'Specially not to
Lisa."

Releasing her foot and not even pausing to consider
what I was going to do, I turned and lay down full
length on top of her, just as my husband has lain on me
so many times. When I kissed her, she darted her tongue
into my mouth, spreading her legs so that we lay belly
to belly. After kissing and sucking at her tongue for a
minute, I slid myself downward and pulled the cups of
her still wet bra away from her breasts. She moaned
softly as I sucked her turgid nipple between my lips,
my tongue swirling.

She groaned loudly. "You makin’ me hot," she said
huskily as she put her hand on top of my head and
pushed. "I wan’ you should eat me."

It was if I were in some sort of dream. Realizing the
sofa was much too short; I twisted off of it to the
floor on my knees. She turned herself around to face
me, quickly hiked her buttocks up and skimmed her
panties down her legs, pulling one foot free. Hooking
her legs over my shoulders in what could only be a
practiced movement, she put her hand on the back of my
head, pulling my face into her crotch. I closed my
eyes, and for the first time in my life touched my lips
to another female’s vagina. My nostrils quivered as I
inhaled the musky aroma emanating from between her
legs.

I began licking her amateurishly then, pulling the lips
of her vagina apart with my fingers as my tongue
savored the exotic taste of her. My entire face pressed
into her vagina, I put my arms under her thighs and
lifted her up as if offering her vagina as a feast for
myself. Eyes still closed; I attempted to fuck her with
mouth and tongue even as I heard her voice drifting
down from somewhere above my head.

"You eat pussy good, Missus Springston... but I hafta
tell you somethin’... sometime I squirt when I come,
hokay?"

I was so aroused and excited, I couldn’t even
comprehend what she was saying, nor did I care. I
simply continued trying to burrow my entire face into
her vagina, my tongue working feverishly. After what
seemed minutes but could only have been seconds, her
thighs clamped my head in a vise like grip as she
smashed her crotch against my mouth.

I could actually feel her vagina rhythmically begin to
pulsate against my lips and tongue as she attained
orgasm; myself swallowing convulsively as a liquid jet
of slightly salty something spurted against my tongue.
I realized it must be urine, but I willingly swallowed
eagerly, not wanting to miss even a single drop as I
felt my own insides tumble in one of the most intense
orgasms I had ever experienced...

*

Sitting there partially naked on the sofa, she didn’t
seem to be the least bit embarrassed as I retrieved her
clothing from the dryer. As I stood there watching her
dress herself again, the enormity of my actions washed
over me.

"Delores? You’re still a minor. I could get in a lot of
trouble if you told anyone what happened here today."
My voice sounded wooden and heavy to my ears. "Please
don’t tell anyone... please?"

She laughed. "Why would I tell anyone, Missus
Springston? You think I’d wan’ anyone to know that I
made out with an old woman? Sorry, no offense. What I’m
sayin’ is that you don’ have to worry about anythin’
like that! Besides... I hit on you, not the other way
aroun’!"

"What?"

"I knew Lisa won’t be home when I get here," she
grinned as she zipped her jeans. "I was just hopin’ you
might be willin’ to play aroun’ a little. You’re a real
pretty lady."

With a sudden flash of insight, I realized that what
she was saying was true! The wet clothes and the
willingness to strip them off in my living room;
deliberately pushing her crotch into my face; laying on
the sofa in her underwear as if in open invitation; it
all added up now. I had been royally and easily
seduced... and by an expert too!

"How did you know I might want to... to do what I did?"

"I knew soon as I come in the door and seen how you was
checkin’ out my tits," she grinned. "There was a look
in your eyes. Hey... Lisa should be home soon. I’d
better get goin’, Missus Springston. And hey... don’
feel bad about getting’ it on with me... ya know? It
mus’ run in the family."

Before I could ask her what she meant by that last
remark, she was already out the door and gone.

*

I thought about what Delores had said just before
leaving for the next couple of weeks. I also did some
deep thinking about the feelings I was experiencing now
in the aftermath. There was no sense in trying to
delude myself... that the sex with Delores had been
absolutely marvelous was a truth I would have to
accept.

I had loved the sensation of the softness of a female
body beneath my own, rather than the muscled, rough
hardness of a male. My biggest regret being that I
hadn’t taken the time to remove my own clothing.

But strangest of all was recalling my feelings when she
had peed in my mouth. How eagerly I had accepted and
swallowed it without a moment’s hesitation. Over the
years I had of course read and heard things about so
called "water sports", always feeling a tinge of
revulsion at the mere thought of tasting someone else’s
urine. But now I began to understand how some people
could come to enjoy it, if you’ll pardon the pun.

*

It was about three weeks after my little thing with
Delores that my daughter confronted me. We were on our
way to the mall to pick up a gift for her Father’s
upcoming birthday. With me driving carefully through
the early afternoon traffic that Saturday, Lisa and I
had been chatting and making plans for Jake’s birthday
party when she dropped the bombshell onto me.

"Hey! I forgot to tell you that I invited some of the
kids from school to the party. Delores is coming, I’m
sure you remember her, don’t you Mom?"

"Delores?" I asked nervously. "Is that the little
Mexican girl?"

She laughed. "Oh, c’mon Mom. I know you remember who
she is! She told me all about it... you and her I mean.
We’re close friends so we always tell each other
everything. I’ve been meaning to ask you, how was it?
Or rather... how was she?"

My mind was spinning furiously as I searched for some
sort of response.

"C’mon Mom," my daughter said. "Chill out! You’re white
as a sheet! It’s okay, heck, I think it’s really cool!"

Suddenly too nervous to deal with the traffic, I pulled
over to the side of the street and parked. Turning off
the ignition, I looked at my daughter.

"Honey, you obviously know what happened," I began
nervously. "All I can say is that I am sorry! So very
sorry! It was unforgivable of me, I know. I honestly
don’t know what came over me, baby." I brushed a tear
from my eye. "I’m so ashamed that you even know about
it!"

"Don’t be," she giggled softly. "It’s not all your
fault, Mom. Dee has had her eyes on you for quite a
while now, and when Dee wants something, she knows how
to get it! Besides, she asked me if it’d be okay before
putting the make on you.. I’m the one who told her to
go for it!" She giggled again. "If it wasn’t for the
fact that you’re my Mom, I would have went after you
myself!"

I stared at her. "Lisa? Are you telling me that you’re
a... a lesbian?"

"Nah, not really. I dig guys too," she shook her head.
"I just don’t want to take a chance on getting knocked
up or anything. I guess maybe I’m BI. A lot of us girls
at school swing both ways."

"But you’re only seventeen," I sighed.

"I’ll be eighteen in two months. Besides, I’ve been
dancing the horizontal mambo with other chicks since I
was fourteen."

The horizontal mambo? I shook my head and smothered a
laugh. "Well, at least there’s a chance I’ll have
grandkids someday then."

"Probably," she agreed. "But I’m not going to get
serious with a guy until I finish college. I want to go
into criminal law some day. But stop changing the
subject, okay? Did you or did you not enjoy sex with
Delores?"

I laughed. "You already sound like a lawyer, you little
stinker!

I can’t believe you’re grilling your own mother!"

"So did you?"

Why try to deny it, I asked myself. "Yes," I said. "I
did enjoy it! Satisfied?"

"You didn’t tell Dad, did you?"

"Get serious! Your Father would kill me!"

"Maybe and maybe not," she said. "I found a stash of
Dad’s sex magazines hidden in his toolbox in the
garage. They were mostly magazines of lesbians doing
each other! The idea of it must be a turn-on for him.
I’ll bet he’d like to get into a little three-way with
you and another woman sometime."

"Your Father?!?"

"Yep! Wouldn’t surprise me at all. Hey, you want me to
fix you up with another one of my girl friends?"

"Lisa!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

"Sure, why not? They all think you’re a living doll!"

"Delores called me an ‘old lady’."

"Well, you are," she laughed. "But a sexy one. So you
want me to or not, old lady?"

"Sure," I said with a shrug as I started the car again.
"Why not?"

Yasmin Ogur: Vampyra

You've all heard that flirty saying "I don't bite...hard." Well, Judy's one of those flirts, and when word gets out about her nibbling habits, she becomes those most sought-after dyke on the block! Just call her "Vampyra."

T Meehan: Lake Front

By T Meehan


The last of the afternoon sun’s rays filtered through tree branches to caress the wooden floor with its golden light. The campaign fundraiser party had quieted as groups of women sat together sharing their stories. I had settled into a soft leather chair to absorb the energy surrounding me. I watched dust particles perform an erratic dance in the sun’s beam, fascinated by how the particles seemed to dance around each other in an exotic form of tag. My mind wandered to the owner of the home and host of the party. She was my primary incentive for attending and contributing to the campaign of the candidate. Contributing to a strong woman’s campaign was something in which I believed, but it was an added bonus to be able to attend an event in the home of a woman I enjoyed watching.

I sipped cold mineral water from the bottle in my hand and nearly spilled the liquid down my chest when I saw her.

Feet clad in hiking sandals stepped into the beam, sending the dust dancers scattering. My eyes slowly followed the curve of her instep, past her ankle, to begin the journey along her very strong legs. Nearly sheer fabric gripped her powerful thighs as she slowly crossed the room. A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as a vision developed in my mind of my tongue on her smooth thigh. I could feel myself becoming wet as my eyes caressed her sensuous curves.
I envisioned peeling the silky fabric from her body to expose her rounded hips as my eyes continued their journey along her sturdy torso. The discussions surrounding me washed over me much like an ocean wave lapping at warm sand. The women’s voices in the room felt like delicate hands dancing over my skin as my mind continued to savor images of my tongue moving over her body. Gazing intently, I failed to notice that she had stopped walking and had turned to face me. My mind reveled in the caress of my tongue on her skin as my eyes lingered over her chest before sliding along her throat to her face.

I was momentarily caught off guard when our eyes met.

I did not look away, but smiled as I sipped from my bottle. I noticed color rise in her neck as she stood before me. I slowly licked the moisture from my lips in part to keep from chuckling at her discomfort. Color crept into her face as she watched my tongue remove the mineral water from my lips. My heart pounded inside my chest as I stood, rising before her as I set the bottle on a coaster.
Slowly I swept my eyes down her body and back up, smiled as my eyes met hers, and informed her I was in need of some fresh air before gently brushing against her as I passed. I could feel her hand turn to brush mine as I slowly walked past. My smile broadened as my heart thudded inside my chest. Wetness generated by my anticipation of touching her seeped into my cotton knit boxers as I walked outside.
I needed to move away from the desire to throw her down on the couch and peel the fabric from her body. I stepped into the sunlight and blinked against the startling brightness. Stepping beyond the walkway to the wooded path leading toward the water, I breathed in the sweet moisture coming from the lake. The humid air was thick, smelling of musk from the moss growing at the base of the trees, its scent feeding my desire for the sexy brunette.

My vision of her distracted me and I failed to notice footsteps behind me.

I stepped off the trail to lean against a tree as I watched ducks playfully moving in the water. My view of the lake was suddenly blocked when she stepped before me.

Startled by her bold appearance, I greeted her with a grin.

“I have to say that I cannot remember feeling so stripped by someone who is not actually touching me.” Her dark eyes met mine, locking me in her intense stare. “Do you always look at people that way?”
“Mmm.” I said slowly. “Only sexy women.” My eyes remained fixed on hers as I shifted against the tree’s trunk. Looking her up and down one more time, I slowly asserted, “And especially women who inspire the visual stripping.” I smiled slightly and winked as I wiped my sweaty palms onto my jeans. My palms were the only indication of the gamble I took with my responses. I could see color flushing her neck and cheeks as I stepped away from the tree, encouraged by her response.
“Would you like to walk with me down to the shore?” I began to walk without waiting for her to respond. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her fall into step behind me. I felt the lubrication of my desire flow from me as I envisioned peeling the clothes from her strong body.
“Tell me something.” She stood next to me as we stopped at the water’s edge. Her forearm brushed mine, making my heart flutter. “Do you always look at women like that?”
“Is it a problem for you?”

All of the heat in my body traveled to the spot where her forearm rested against mine. I resisted the urge to take her arms and push her against the steep bank. I turned toward her to see her more clearly. Taking in the scent from the lake, I could smell her sweet musk mingling with the lake’s aroma.

Grinning, I quipped. “I enjoy taking in nature’s beauty.”

Her hand reached out and firmly grasped my waistband. “Yes, well I just hope you can be as talented with your body as you are with your eyes.” She grinned while she lifted my waistband to press the fabric of my jeans into my aroused flesh.
She winked and asked softly. “Why don’t we check out the boathouse over there?”
She pulled me closer as she turned to begin making her way across the rocky beach toward the small building. I walked beside her, growing wetter as the seam in the crotch of my jeans was pulled tight against the lips of my dripping flesh.
I allowed her to lead me, relishing the pressure from her grip. My tongue slowly traced the line of my lips as I reached toward her ass. Her attempt to take control sent shockwaves shooting through me as we made our way to the boathouse.

“I have as much talent as you need, love.” I heard her breath catch in her throat as my fingers slid between her strong thighs.
We entered the boathouse together and stepped into the small craft floating in the water.
I watched her walk to the rear of the boat and turn to face me as she lowered herself to the padded leather bench seat. I licked my lips in anticipation of touching her soft skin. I approached her, reaching out to gently trace her jaw line with my fingertips. A growl rumbled softly in my chest as I leaned in to kiss her. I straddled her lap as my tongue playfully tickled her lips. My hands cupped her breasts as my fingers teased her erect nipples.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth as my thighs pressed into hers. My own breath quickened as my tongue caressed hers. I felt her hands opening my jeans before her fingers slid into my underwear and between my very wet lips in search of my pulsating clit. I sucked her tongue into my mouth while I gathered her shirt in my hands to pull it off over her head. Her skilled fingers returned to surround my very hard clit, making the shaft feel as if it were penetrating her.
“Mmmm, so nice.” I say with admiration as my hands cup her exposed breasts. I leaned over to play with her nipples with my tongue, gripping the puckered flesh between my teeth. I teased each one as her fingers pressed into me in rhythm with my grinding thrusts.
Without warning, I felt her teeth bite into the flesh of my shoulder. She sucked the flesh gripped between her teeth as I thrust into her hand. Spasms shot through my body while her fingers continued working my pulsating clit. A growl roared from deep within my chest as I gripped her head between my palms to kiss her. My tongue pushed inside her soft mouth to claim her before I released my grip.
Reluctantly, I slid off her lap to allow the removal of her khaki shorts, regretting that her hand no longer had access to my throbbing clit. I deftly opened the clasp of her shorts and slid them over her hips.
Kneeling between her feet on the boat’s deck, I slid my hands beneath her knees and lifted her shapely legs to my shoulders. I winked at her as I playfully bit the inside of her thigh before pulling her closer to the edge of the seat. I turned my head to bite the inside of her other thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
A mixture of groan and growl escaped her full lips as she grabbed my hair to pull me into her dripping flesh.
I resisted just enough to tease her. My tongue slowly traced the edge of her lips, parting them slowly. She moaned and pushed toward my face while she used her strong legs draped over my shoulders to pull me closer. The tip of my tongue sought her swollen clit. I slowly circled the very swollen shaft of her pulsating flesh.
I growled into her while the tips of my fingers danced over her thighs.
“You need to stop teasing me!”
I looked up into her eyes as I blew on her wet clit.
“Fuck!”
I grinned and winked up at her as I flicked the tip of her throbbing clit. I saw her throw her head back as I sucked her swollen clit between my teeth.
“Yes! Suck me!” My tongue continued to tease the tip as my mouth sucked her clit deeper. My hands reached for her heaving tits, massaging and teasing the nipples.

I felt her grab my right hand while I continued sucking her pulsating flesh.

Her breathing deepened in a faster rhythm as she pressed my fingertips against her lips. I glanced up and saw her suck my fingers into her mouth.
I gasped into her pussy as my fingers were surrounded by the silky wetness of her mouth. She sucked deeply, and I could feel the opening of her throat close around my fingertips. My own pussy gushed in appreciation of her talented mouth, soaking my jeans. My clit jumped every time she sucked harder as if a nerve connected my fingers to my throbbing clit.
I was grateful I was already on my knees when I felt her tongue playfully tracing the outline of each of my four fingers. I was so turned on by seeing her suck my fingers that I was having difficulty focusing on my task as she toyed with my fingers inside her very soft, wet mouth. My clit was reaching out to my jeans in an attempt to find some attention for itself while strangled growls vibrated against her clit inside my mouth.
My tongue plunged inside her and her groans vibrated against my flesh while she bit my fingers. The discomfort was not quite pain, just a pressure that could have become painful if she wished to inflict it. Her tongue extended to reach the tips of my fingers she had just removed from her mouth.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said huskily as she re traced each of my fingers with her tongue.

I shifted slightly to allow room for my hand to slide under my chin as my heart pounded in a rhythm with my clit. My tongue circled her clit as my wet fingers slid into her moist folds.
“Oh yes, use all your fingers. Fill me.”
I sucked on her as I pushed four fingers inside her. A rumbling growl rolled from deep inside her chest and past her lips as I felt her take my short hair in her strong fingers.
“Oh yes. Yes! Push deep inside me.” Wetness flowed from me as I felt her velvety flesh squeeze my fingers.
My clit throbbed as I envisioned its swollen shaft being squeezed by her velvety cunt. I rose up to kiss her while pushing my thumb against her pulsating clit.
She panted and groaned inside my mouth as my crotch pushed against the back of my hand.
“I want to fuck you hard.” My hips powered each thrust and my clit jumped against my jeans.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I growled as I felt the pressure build up behind my hand.
“Oh Yes!!” She pulled my mouth against hers, screaming against my probing tongue.
“Fuck me hard and fast!” Her legs pulled me into her.
The muscles inside her clenched onto my thrusting fingers, and I felt a knuckle crack inside her. Her arms clutched me to her as she screamed out, convulsively squeezing me with her legs. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she bit into my neck, pulling me with her as she fell back against the bench cushion.
I convulsed against my wrist as she sucked my bitten flesh into her mouth. A growled roar joined her muffled screams as I pushed deep inside her.
She sighed deeply as smaller waves of pleasure flowed over her much like an incoming tide. I felt her velvet clench, release, and then clench again in rhythm with her clit. I rested against her, taking in her musky scent.
“Mmm, nice.” I murmur into her throat as I nip at her neck. “I think my fingers actually came inside you.” I whispered while pulling her earlobe into my mouth and tickling it with my tongue. Her legs tighten around me again and I feel her nails dig into my back.
“Stay inside me. I want you to fuck me again, only slower.”
Our lips met, and my tongue slipped into her moist mouth seductively dancing with hers. My clit jumped against my jeans as she sucked my tongue deeper inside her mouth and dug her nails into my back.
My hips gently rotated behind my hand, moving my hand in a circular motion inside her. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clamping onto my fingers, squeezing them together. My clit rubbed against my jeans as I continued to grind against my hand, pushing my fingers deep inside her velvety cunt.
“I want to hear your pleasure. Sing for me.” I teased the top of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, sliding it slowly along the ridges inside her eager mouth. “I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my hand so you can lick it clean.”
I heard a rumble building inside her as she bit my neck. The growl rose inside her throat. “Oh yes, make me cum for you.”
Her powerful legs clamped around my waist, pulling me against her. I felt her nails break the skin of my back as she gripped me and arched her back. “I want to cum for you. Tell me to cum for you.”
My rotating hips ground my clit against the saturated denim of my jeans. Sweat dripped into my eyes as I become aware of my own pussy clenching, pushing fluid from inside me to attempt to mingle with the stream of juices flowing from deep inside her.
“Cum with me now!” My back arched and I felt fluid that would have splashed my knees had I not been in my jeans as she screamed into the flesh of my shoulder. Waves of pleasure rushed through me and I thrust my tongue deep inside her mouth.
After sucking hard on my tongue, she threw her head back to voice her pleasure. “Fuck me! Yes baby, fuck me hard!!”
I bit her throat as she continued to sing out to me. Her voice powered the spasms rushing throughout my body.
We bucked together as our bodies were overcome with wave after wave of pleasure as we rocked together.
Finally spent, I fell against her bare body. She bit my neck playfully as she pulled my shirt off my sweaty torso.

“Now, it’s my turn.” Her tongue tickled my ear as her hands slid under the waistband of my jeans. “After I strip you, I am going to fuck you till you scream.”
Before I could respond, she had shifted her weight, turned me onto my back, and pulled my jeans from me. “Hmm, think you are slick do you?” Her voice changed to take charge of the situation.
I tried to sit up to wrap my arms around her waist but she pushed me back onto the cushion, telling me to lie back and enjoy the ride. I grinned as she held her body over mine.
“Now, I am going to play with you, and you…” She bent to nip at my lower lip before continuing.
“You are going to lie back and let me play with you.”
I tried to lift my head to meet her moist lips, but she quickly moved out of reach. I lay back on the leather cushion as she lowered her body on top of me. “Now you are getting the picture.” With an evil glint in her eyes, she held her body just above mine and used her nipples to tantalize my skin.
I struggled to keep from grabbing onto her while I squirmed with mounting pleasure. “Shit, you are such a tease!”

She grinned as she slid her nipple over my belly and then over my shaved mound as I spread my legs. My clit jumped when her nipple pushed between my wet lips before sliding lower. I wondered if it were her nails on my skin as her nipple slid along the inside of my leg.
I groaned with frustration when I felt her hot breath on my clit. I could feel her tongue dance over the outer surface of my swollen lips. When I reached for her hair, she quietly raised her head to meet my gaze.

I stopped breathing to hear her quiet words when I saw her eyes darken.

“I know you heard me tell you to lie back and let me play.”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Do you want me to play with you?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard.

I trembled with anticipation when her nails dragged over my chest.

“If you do not let me play with you, I will leave you here squirming for me.”

I could see her eyes dance while I gripped the cushion to keep from disobeying her. Her teasing my senses triggered a need for her touch. She used enough pressure to make ridges appear on my skin while I struggled to not scream for her to do more.
The delight in her expression fed my hunger while the thrill of possibility soared through my body. I needed this powerful woman to pleasure herself with me. Her hunger felt sharper than her short nails.
I fought to not grab her and pull her against me. My thoughts focused on the contact where her body touched mine. I looked into her eyes and was startled by my image reflected in her dark pupils. A rush of adrenaline soared through me as it occurred to me that I was ensnared by her hunger.

I was surprised with the words that so easily fell out of my mouth.

“Please, play with me.” My fingers released the cushion to flatten against the leather. “Use me.”

Her eyes narrowed to test me with her gaze as she considered the veracity of my words.

Trembling slightly, I suddenly felt her purring presence surrounding me. She had not moved, but I felt her hunger fill me. My breathing deepened while I focused on sensing her need. I was surprised by how it felt as if she were caressing me from within my body – moving slowly to massage each part of me. I was unsettled by how my intake of breath seemed to be connected to her possession of me.

My mind raced to explain this new sensation but something more primal overtook my will to allow the sensation of submission to flow throughout my body.

The tip of her tongue touched my ear and slowly traced the outer edge while her nipples teased my chest. Her breath entered my ear canal and seemed to flow throughout my aroused body, making me shudder beneath her. The stiff tissue of her erect nipples slid against my skin as she slowly trailed her tongue past my ear to my neck and around my throat. I wanted to touch her, to take back the control. I struggled against my aggressive nature to allow myself to be taken.
Her teeth bit into the base of my throat. My breath locked inside my tissue as she sucked on my flesh. Her nipples raked my skin, and I was shocked at how sharp they felt.
Releasing my throat, she looked into my eyes. “I can feel your need to take charge.” She raked her hard nipples across my belly. “The way you looked at me in the house…” Her slow movement dragged her nipples over the mound I kept shaved before her mouth lowered to my belly to bite my sweat slick skin. “You like to be in control.”
Tremors shuddered through me as sounds escaped my lips despite my attempts to keep them inside.

“Yes.” I was surprised by my trembling voice.

She pulled my skin as she raised her head enough to look into my eyes. “The marks I leave on your skin will make you think of me when you look at them.” She sucked on my flesh while she looked into my eyes.
Sweat rolled off my aroused body. I was overwhelmed with sensation that made me want to scream for her to do more. Her teeth transmitted desire into my skin to explode throughout my body when she began to suck my bitten flesh into her mouth. A faint voice tried to tell me to back away from this sensuously powerful woman while a stronger voice told me to stay and admit to how much I wanted to feel her teeth on my sensitive flesh.

I could see myself with a miniature version of me on each shoulder. One version telling me to run while the other says to stay. Had my attention not been so riveted on her teeth gripping my skin, I may have chuckled at the image.

Sound rushed from my body as her fingernails bit into the skin of my chest. My back arched when her nails blazed a trail down my torso, over my hips and down my thighs.

“Are you paying attention now?” She growled at me.

“Yes!” I panted through the fire in my chest ignited by her nails scraping my flesh.
“Good.” She purred before sinking her teeth into my thigh next to my very wet lips.
I expected pain and was shocked when desire rocketed through my body. I struggled to understand how it was possible for her to fill me with raging pleasure while biting and sucking my flesh. I fought the need to understand to allow myself to let go and enjoy the sensations of her contact. Suddenly feeling as if I had jumped over a cliff, I heard her speak to me.

“Soar with me…” Purring her request, she slid her fingers inside my slippery flesh.
“Yes.” I breathed as I let go of the final traces of resistance. My back arched as she filled me, carrying me aloft on her will.


T Meehan lives in Rochester, NY. When she's not writing steamy fiction, she breeds and shows Welsh Terriers, and helps other members of the gay community with pet grooming and canine care.