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.

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Cheryl and The Shower

by LesbianLover

Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the
cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the
mall together, watch movies together, and study
together, you know, just about everything.

Cheryl was about 5'9" (I was a wee bit shorter), and
had a figure that bespoke 'Modeling Career Here'. I'll
admit that I wasn't nearly as attractive, but the guys
I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an
exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl's
locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we
decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and
under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed.
I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak
into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another
shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next
nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her
buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains
between the showers for privacy.

I just stood there and stared at her gracefully curved
breasts, her firm buttocks, and the triangle of golden
brown hair between her legs. As she lathered her body,
I felt myself becoming aroused, my pussy starting to
get warmer, and my nipples starting to tingle.

Cheryl finally looked over at me and smiled. I smiled
back and began to lather myself also with my bar of
soap, while not taking my eyes off of Cheryl. After a
few minutes, she padded quietly over to me and took my
bar of soap.

"Would you be upset if I gave you a kiss, Anne?" she
asked. I stood there gaping at her. All sorts of half
remembered dreams started to flood my mind. She leaned
forward to kiss me. I'd never given serious thought to
Cheryl sexually before, but as turned on as I was
getting, I ignored my inhibitions and met her kiss. It
was gentle and sweet, totally different from the way
guys had 'kissed' me. I began to think that I'd never
really been kissed before Cheryl.

She had pressed her lips lightly to mine and now
withdrew an inch. Her eyes searched mine, their rich
coffee brown questioning my cloudy hazel. I answered by
kissing her back, just as gentle, just as lightly. She
smiled brightly and breathed, "Yes..."

She parted her lips and began to probe my lips with her
tongue, following their curves until she slipped
between them. Her hands began to make slow caresses of
my wet body, paying enough attention to my breasts to
get them to ache for more touches.

Our kisses became longer, and deeper, as each of us
drank the other's sensuality in. Our bodies moved
against each other, excitement charging through my
pussy every time our nipples touched. For at least ten
minutes, we kissed and caressed like the eager and
nervous young lovers we were.

Finally, Cheryl stepped back and asked me to grab a
hold of the water pipe above me. I did so and she began
to lather up my body. Again, she paid special attention
to my nipples which got me gyrating my hips a little. I
leaned my head back and concentrated on the sensations
Cheryl was giving me.

She wiped off each of my breasts with a hot rough
washcloth and began to suckle me. Her hands caressed my
stomach and back as her lips touched my left breast and
her teeth tried to entice milk from it. My whole body
seemed alive with sensations, electric sparks from my
breasts to my pussy.

After treating my right breast with the same loving
tongue, she began to move down my body, rinsing me off
as she did so.

I felt my legs spreading themselves in anticipation of
what I'd always wanted a girl to do to me. I kept
moving my hips around, trying to increase my sensations
with my squirming. When I felt her kneel down, I
stopped and waited.

First, she nuzzled me, her nose sniffing my sexual
scents. I could feel my juices mixing with the water on
my leg. Then she grabbed me about my waist, her hands
resting on my buttocks. She dove into my pussy with a
relish, her tongue lapping between my lips, her nose
rubbing my clit.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn't believe how
turned on I was, far more than I'd ever felt before. I
started moving up and down, rubbing myself on her face.
All thoughts were gone except the intense desire to
have an orgasm, to find release for the pressure Cheryl
had built in me. I peeked down and watched her as she
lapped at my pussy, my own girl-lover. I think the
newness of the experience and the idea of lesbian love
just got me more and more excited.

Within seconds, my vagina started clenching in the
spasms of an orgasm. It was so intense that I starting
moaning and biting my lower lip. It was far stronger
than any I'd had with boys.

Just as I began to unclench and relax from the release
of the pressure, Cheryl started again, though now she
was more forceful with her tongue and even began to nip
my clit with her teeth.

It didn't take long for the tension to return to my
pelvis, the hardness to my nipples. Soon, I felt my
stomach start to wobble in anticipation of my second
orgasm (the first time I ever had more than one!). As I
began to moan again, Cheryl took my bar of soap and
began sliding it back and forth between my ass cheeks.
I'd never felt the sensation of anything back there
before and it pushed me into an orgasm even better than
the first.

I finally let go of the water pipe when I felt my legs
would hold me up. Cheryl stood up. Her smiling face
gleamed with my juices. She gave me a deep kiss and
handed back my soap.

"Hurry up and finish, Anne. I called your Mom earlier
and she said you could stay at my house this weekend.
I'm having a slumber party for the cheerleading squad
because my parents just left for Florida."

She strutted out of the shower room, her breasts
jumping in rhythm and her ass swaying invitingly. I
finished rinsing off and headed for the outer room. I
hoped there wasn't going to be much slumbering at
Cheryl's house this weekend.