All night there had been sexual tension in the air, so thick you could cut it. She was talking about how she would like to be with a woman, wondering what it would be like. I was thinking almost the same thing, wondering what she would be like. We finished our drinks, the evening getting late, and she said goodbye, with a little bit of regret in her tone. I shut the door and stood there a minute, making up my mind, hoping I had not imagined the signals.

Opening the door back up, I leaned around the corner and called her name. She turned around and walked back to me, a question, and maybe even hope, on her face. I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her. I leaned back and looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to stay. She smiled, and I tugged her by the hand back inside.

I pushed her up against the door and ran my hands up her rib cage, cupping her breasts, nuzzling her neck. She smelled so good, like coconut and rum and female. We kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed. The softness of her lips, the sweetness of her breath, the rough velvet of her tongue as it caressed mine was more intoxicating than any alcohol, and I couldn’t get enough. I pushed her tank top up, her bra down, and looked at her breasts, her nipples puckered and waiting to be sucked. I liked looking at them. I liked touching them. Their perfect, soft, roundness filled my hands. I pulled a nipple deep into my mouth and sucked, caressing the other one with my thumb. She started making little noises, so I knew I was doing it right. The other one tasted just as sweet, and I wanted more.

We sat down on the couch and I helped her out of her top, undid her sheer lace bra, and laid her back against the cushions, running my hands over her shoulders, tracing her collarbone, cupping her breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans and together we pushed them down her legs and tossed them away. She had long, slender legs, a flat stomach, and perfect, perfect breasts. Her nipples were a dark rose against her creamy skin, and I wanted to lick every inch of her. I lifted her soft, blond hair off her neck and kissed her again while my hands learned her body. I slipped a finger inside her panties, lightly caressing her before slipping that finger inside her. She was tight, and warm, and wet. I ground her clit with my thumb over her panties and she arched her hips, moaning into my mouth. I leaned back and took my shirt off, then my bra. She sat up and cupped my breasts, licking my nipples, then pinched them while she nibbled on my neck. I got goose bumps, and a shiver went down my spine.

I pulled away and started kissing down her stomach, pulling her panties off as I went. She was neatly trimmed, and her smell was fresh and sweet. She laid back and opened her thighs, and my pussy clenched and my vision blurred, I was so aroused. I parted her lips with my thumbs and ran my tongue from her rosebud to her clit, then flicked it with my tongue. Her hips bucked once, and I sucked on her clit, then nibbled it with my teeth. “Oh God!” she cried out, and buried her hands in my hair, grinding my face into her pussy. Her body was trembling when I pulled away and stood up to take off my jeans.

I smiled down at her, and she grinned back. I knelt between her beautiful thighs again and leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing our bodies together, and the feel of her breasts pressed against mine, her body pressed against mine, was so completely wonderful.

I reached down and slipped one finger, then two, inside her, feeling her close around them. In and out, my fingers becoming slippery while I sucked on her nipples, nibbled on her neck, made love to her mouth. My pussy rode her thigh with the same rhythm as my fingers until my juice ran down her leg. Her back arched, her head thrown back, she cried out as her pussy started squeezing my fingers.

I pulled them out and replaced them with my tongue, sucking her, licking her, drinking her. I put two fingers back into her, hard, my mouth on her clit and a vibration in my throat. In, out, once, twice. She came apart, cried out, and then floated back to earth, panting, breathless.

“God, now I know,” she said.

“Me too.”

About the Author

im a 19 year old girl from tassie who loves writing about my sexual experiences and fantasies

Queen Sapporo:

Sex: Female
Age: 39 years
Figure: Skinny, mannish, muscular, poorly curved and mostly flat
Complexion: White
Voice: A little deep pitched
Face: Somewhat attractive and clever in looks
Eyes: Slightly slanted, small and greenish
Hair: Short, boy-cut, straight and red
Bust: 32A, almost flat
Waist: 22
Hips: 31, narrow
Ass: Almost flat
Thighs: Straight and long
Orientation: A hungry lesbian

Alice, clad in a pink bra and matching pink panties, sat on the lawn interweaving her silken combed locks into a thick long plait. No sooner had she finished braiding her hair, then a high-pitched voice from nearby started her.

“Drat! Damn! Fuck a duck! She’ll kill me if I’m late!!” the voice was saying in a very excited tone.

Alice jumped up and looked over the hedge to see the speaker. To her astonishment, it belonged to a rather large, white rabbit. Not an ordinary rabbit by any means. This rabbit was wearing a black leather jacket, Alice could see matching gloves sticking out of a side pocket, and the rabbit was looking at a pocket watch as he hurried along. She watched as he jumped, feet first, into a large hole by the root of a willow.

“Oh my, he dropped something.” Alice cried as she ran to see what it was.

It was one of his gloves she picked up. Without thinking first, the nymph jumped into the hole, intent on returning the glove to its owner.

She fell down but it seemed a shallow landing and without feeling hurt she braced herself to a sitting position.

“Oh fuck! I’m in a world of shit!” the rabbit was saying at a distance behind her.

Alice got up and whirled around just in time to see the rabbit vanish behind a hill. She ran after him, hoping to catch him on the other side.

Movement up ahead on the path Alice kept her eyes on the rabbit running before her. She called out: “Hello! Mr. Rabbit! Mr. Rabbit!”

But it was no good because the rabbit was already hurrying on his way and didn’t seem to hear her calling him.

The glove was still tucked into her tight bra and she wanted to give it to its owner as fast as she could reach him… but no matter how fast she ran, he still stayed the same distance from her.

Out of breath and her huge chest heaving, Alice finally had to stop to rest for a moment. She watched the rabbit vanish over the top of the hill they were on. As soon as she had caught her breath, Alice ran the rest of the way up the hill and stopped at the top, amazed at what she saw.

Naked women dotted the countryside on the other side of the hill. They appeared to be having sex with each other in various positions from what she could see. A deep female voice could be heard as it screamed out, “You skinny brat… suck the tits of your woman!” then “All bonies eat your volupties!”

That voice belonged to a slim mannish woman who wore a crown on her head and was the only one clad in male outfits there. She seemed to be the queen of all those naked women, who were engaged in lesbian sex under her orders. Alice wondered what that place was and she was answered by a sign board behind the queen that pointed at a luxurious tent. “Queen Sapporo: Castle Sapho Islands, Wonderland” were the words carved on it.

In a moment or two Alice turned her eyes. She watched in awe as a skinny short-haired girl knelt between the fat thighs of a pretty voluptuous blonde and started to lick her slit. The huge sagging tits of that blonde were being sucked by two other slim dark-haired women. Alice moved her hand between her thighs in reflex as the sight roused her in an instant.

Queen Sapporo’s heart throbbed as she noticed this half-naked, extremely pretty and curvaceous nymph standing on the hill, who was stroking herself between her thighs. For some moments she gazed in stupor at the centre of her attention… and instantly fell in love with her.

Alice too noticed the queen’s meaningful stare at her and blushingly averted her eyes.

Queen Sapporo smiled at the blushing Alice as her heart beat faster. She walked to the girl, staring fixedly at her. Alice couldn’t meet Queen’s gaze, who had approached her. She raised her hand and stroked Alice’s cheek lovingly.

“Such loveliness, such sweetness must be loved, worshipped, licked and tasted. I’ll show you what I feel for you, what I want with you.” said Sapporo staring at Alice with an amorous glint in her eyes.

Alice felt the thin arms encircling her round the waist and hands stroking the naked flesh of her back. Sapporo moved her face nearer to Alice’s. Her lips met in a soft demanding kiss with those of the girl.

Surprised at first but then savoring the sucking and pressing lips of Sapporo on her full mouth, Alice immediately responded by kissing the Queen on mouth and hugging the slim woman around her neck.

They sucked each other’s mouths in a passionate lip-locking for sometime. Then Sapporo said softly, “I love you darling. I love you more than anything in this Wonderland. But let me give you a good show. Get naked my sweet!”

Alice couldn’t resist herself to do as the Queen had bid her. She unhooked her bra and panties. Dispensing herself of all the undergarments, she stood in a stark naked splendor. At that moment she saw the white rabbit standing next to the mannish queen. She could tell, he was enjoying at what he was seeing.

Alice wanted to tell the rabbit about his glove but there was no need for reminding him as he stooped down swiftly and took the glove scattered on ground with her stripped undergarments.

In an instant Sapporo hugged Alice and they kissed again for a while.

“Come my sweet!” said the Queen taking Alice with her. “Let’s make love into my tent” She said pointing at the very luxurious tent Alice had noticed a while ago.

They walked a few steps and entered into the tent.

Queen Sapporo zipped the tent to induce privacy. While undressing herself she didn’t seem to notice Alice, who was staring at the 10″ long rubber dildo tied around the narrow hips.

Sapporo smiled mischievously at Alice and said. “Darling, lets start now, shouldn’t we?”

Without waiting for an approval from Alice, Sapporo knelt before her and put her hand between her legs, where her fingers touched the ripe petals.

“Hummm… Such a pretty twitching pussy!” Sapporo said, feeling glad to see that Alice was getting wet. She stroked the girl’s thighs and roamed her hands round the wide hips to stroke the huge ass cheeks. She moved her head nearer till a pungent waft of girlish scent hit her nostrils. She opened her mouth and her long pink tongue lashed out. Its tip licked up the pink labia and Alice shuddered as the wave generated from her loins. With another upward lick by Sapporo’s tongue, Alice reflexively closed her eyes and hissed.

“It’s really a tasty tart my sweet! I’ll surely enjoy your meat and you’d better make sure I do!” She told Alice, still holding the curvaceous hips.

Alice had never been with a woman before and wasn’t sure what was expected of her. She didn’t have to wonder long.

Sapporo got up. She pushed Alice back on the pillowed bed and roughly squeezed her tits. She began to kiss both the huge tits and started to suck left nipple. With one hand she was kneading the right tit while the other hand roamed down Alice’s voluptuous body until it reached her tender pussy. In a moment it started to stroke the pink petals. Long, slender fingers opened girl’s vaginal orifice and pushed into the moistness there. Alice gasped as the Queen increased the tempo of finger-fucking; her mouth now sucking the right nipple. The girl decided to lie relaxed under the slim Queen and let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous body.

Alice moaned when Sapporo sucked hard on her swollen nipples, releasing each teat in a pop and licked down her soft belly. But she moaned louder when the Queen reached her tender pussy and started to lick it. Alice arched her back and her hips lifted higher. Sapporo’s loving mouth licked and sucked both of the girl’s tender labia with vigor.

Alice felt her legs pushed more apart as the Queen buried her face deeper between her thighs. She ate Alice, lapping her delicious pussy and knew well to suck the voluptuous girl. Her long tongue probed deep into Alice’s wet, soft labia. Then her lips located Alice’s sensitive clit and slurp-sucked the erectile morsel. She sucked Alice without a pause, the mixed sounds of hungry slurps and melodious moans filled the tent.

Alice put her soft hands on the Queen’s short-haired head and pushed it deeper into her womanhood. She began to push-up her wide hips into the lesbian mouth, hungry for her pussy and then received a full-of-passion kissing, lapping and continued sucking. It was a moment’s matter when her vaginal canal flooded with honey as the heat rose to peak and she came with a flow of girl-cum.

Alice sighed and closed her eyes when Sapporo licked her pussy clean of the girl-cum. She started to move up the perfectly feminine body, kissing the soft creamy belly, taking right nipple into her mouth to suck it hard, releasing the nipple in a pop, sucking left nipple with slurping sound, releasing it in a smack, licking the neck and finally pressed her mouth unto girl’s. Alice opened her eyes as Sapporo began to suck her lower lip. Instinctively, the girl responded in sucking her lover’s mouth. They sucked and kissed each other’s lips, mouths pressed harder under the passionate lesbian love.

Sapporo sucked and licked Alice’s huge tits alternatively. Lying atop the girl, she pushed the soft thighs apart. In a short while, Alice felt something hard pressing against her wet opening and her eyes flew open as it penetrated. She opened her mouth to say that it was a cock but didn’t have the chance when her mouth was covered in a passionate kiss by Queen’s.

The Queen licked on Alice’s lips, kissed the full mouth and sucked girl’s tongue into her own. Her hands explored Alice, demanding as they stroked and squeezed the soft curvaceous parts of body. The strap-on pushed deeper into her sweetheart’s love tunnel. Sapporo began to move her hips up and down, plunging the rubber dildo, fucking Alice with swift and sure strokes.

She moved her mouth next to Alice’s ear and whispered hoarsely, “Does that feel good my darling? Do you like my cock?”

“Ooooooh yes!” Alice cried in pleasure.

Sapporo’s slim hips pulled up and plunged down, thrusting her dildo hard again and again into Alice. She fucked Alice with all the potential she had, enjoying it as much as the girl.

Suddenly the Queen stopped, kissed Alice unto mouth and pulled out of her. “Turn over my darling” she said lovingly to the girl.

Alice shifted her position and was pushed onto stomach by Sapporo. Before she could make out what her lover was up to, her huge ass cheeks were pushed apart by slim hands and the rubber cock plunged through her anus into the rectum. Alice cried in pleasure as her lover buggared her with all the might she could muster. The Queen moved her hips up and down; pushing the dildo harder into the girl’s tight backdoor.

Waves of pure pleasure rolled over Alice as the Queen buggared her and went over the edge when the Queen inserted one and then two fingers in her pussy. Alice screamed out as the orgasm shook her entire body. It felt like it might go on forever and Alice loved it!

The Queen kept the rubber cock buried deep in the tight asshole and waited until Alice had relaxed. Then she pulled out and flipped Alice over again.

Sapporo kissed Alice from head to toe and then from toe to head, paying more attention to suck her tits and lick her cunt. When the pleasure-heat rose into moaning Alice, the Queen quickly pushed her dildo into her dripping pussy. She pinched and sucked the puffy nipples that stood out on girl’s massive, firm tits. She was now getting close to have her own orgasm and kept fucking Alice steadily, who cried out “Oh yesssssss… yesssssss… fuck me hard! Ummmmmmm… I’m cummmmmming!!”

And shortly after this intense fucking, the Queen and Alice reached their peak. They exploded into bursting cum simultaneously.

To relax for some time they lay on the pillowed bed into each other’s arms, their bodies glistening with sweat. Then it started all over again. Alice was smacked on lips, kissed on tits, sucked on nipples, licked on cunt and bitten on ass by Queen Sapporo. The slim queen entered the dildo into cunt and ass of her voluptuous nymph. She fucked Alice with the deepest passion of lesbian love. As the girl-cum oozed out of Alice’s love tunnel, it was wiped away when Sapporo licked her cunt clean.

The Queen was quite happy with her to-be wife and Alice felt the same way for her to-be husband… While kissing each other after fucking for twice more, they had agreed to live with each other for ever as a married lesbian couple.

And they were married two hours later that evening. But Alice still wanted to know one thing which was still unanswered.

“Are you a friend to the White Rabbit?” Alice asked her husband Sapporo as they lay together recovering from third bout of lovemaking at night.

“What?” the Queen asked, staring at her wife.

“The White Rabbit, do you know him?” Alice asked again and waited.

“He works for me.” answered the slim husband smilingly as she sat up and mounted atop her voluptuous wife. She kissed Alice on mouth and slid down to suck on the puffy nipples one after the other.

“Well,” Alice continued as she moved her hand to stroke her life partner’s head “I actually came here looking for him. I wanted to return a glove he dropped in my garden but now he has taken it.”

“Ood fo im” Saporro said incoherently while smacking on a nipple.

“Excuse me?” said Alice; she wasn’t sure what Sapporo had said just now.

The Queen looked up at her and repeated “Good for him,” and added smilingly, “but best for us for now we are married.”

And of course Alice agreed, especially when the Queen slid further down. She pushed her wife’s creamy thighs apart and started to eat her between them again.

Sapporo’s luxurious tent refilled with the mixed sounds of slurp-sucking and moans of pleasure…

About the Author

Name: Monica Marshal Sex: Female Age: 19 years Figure: Skinny Height: Tall Orientation: LesbianGay Status: Attached Smoke: No Drink: Yes

Linda Perkins:

Sex: Female
Age: 43 years
Figure: Skinny, mannish, muscular and poorly curved
Complexion: White
Voice: A little deep pitched
Face: Somewhat attractive and clever in looks
Eyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brown
Hair: Short, boy-cut, dark with grey streaks and straight
Bust: 31A, almost flat
Waist: 22
Hips: 30, narrow
Ass: Almost flat
Thighs: Straight and long
Orientation: A passionate lesbian

Maurine Wells was pushed backwards by her companion on the king-size bed. That companion was a skinny, mature woman who was leaning unto her at the same time. The face of the woman couldn’t be seen well in the dim light of that bedroom but it had a sharper and philosophical profile. Maurine felt it really odd for not being able to recognize the slim lesbian who had leaned above her; nevertheless she knew the mature woman was very intimate to her. The familiar fragrant wafts hit her nose as the lesbian pressed her mouth on her full lips. The girl stared in vain to make out her lover’s face but couldn’t do so and she began to savor the forceful smack on her lips.

The lesbian sucked on Maurine’s lips and continued to kiss her passionately as she pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red haired head. It seemed to the voluptuous girl that she already knew her lesbian lover who was still clothed in male-fashioned T-shirt and Levi’s. Anticipating what may come next, she decided to let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous, stark naked body.

Maurine sighed as the woman stroked playfully on her huge mammas and pinched the sensitive, large nipples. In an instant her lover turned her head to take one puffy teat between her lips. She pulled more of the nipple into her mouth and sucked the coarse textured pink areola. The woman sucked harder on the nipple which slipped slowly through her lips in a smack. She licked the saliva-coated nipple and kissed the huge melon. Then she turned her head to other bubby and licked the creamy, firm globe. She kissed the puffy teat and opened her mouth to brush her lips unto its rough, sensitive texture. Sucking it hard, she pulled more of the nipple, which slid slowly out of her mouth in a smack.

The lesbian continued to suck redhead’s huge tits. Maurine moaned and bit her lip as the pleasure waves rose into her loins due to that ardent tit-sucking. The woman began to stroke her voluptuous form tenderly. Awhile later she realized that her fat thighs were splayed apart by her lesbian lover’s knees.

Maurine’s lover sucked and smacked on her puffy, pink nipples. Then, she slid quickly down the voluptuous body. Maurine felt the hands roaming softly on her fat thighs, which were pushed more apart after a while. The redhead cried in reflex as she felt a soft, wet thing touched and slipped slowly up her pink cunt-lips. She knew in an instant that it was her lover’s tongue and moaned audibly as the lesbian lapped her twitching petals in upward and downward strokes.

The woman knew how to eat her girl’s snatch. She opened her mouth and pressed it on the pungent slit in an attempt to suck it. She licked the ultra sensitive cunt and pressed her sucking mouth unto it, harder than before. Maurine moaned louder, grabbing the pink bed sheet; her body twisting in waves and shudders of intense pleasure. She raised her voluptuous torso as the woman forced her labia wide to locate the throbbing clit.

The lesbian licked redhead’s pink slit in an upward stroke and her tongue located the engorging clit. She pursed her lips on Maurine’s throbbing love-morsel and began to suck it.

Maurine moaned aloud as the intense pleasure waves rose from her cunt and she shuddered as its ripples coursed through her spine. The lesbian was eating her snatch in quick strokes, mostly sucking and licking the delicious clit.

Maurine bit her lip and cried out the pleasure that filled into her love-tunnel. The quick-stroked lick on her clit raised the darling girl more and more to heights of intense lust. Within moments the orgasm rippled through her vaginal walls and she came into her lover’s mouth. At that very instant the dimly lit bedroom brightened unexpectedly and the lesbian’s face jumped up to loom over Maurine’s. The redhead stared in awe at the face which was stained in her girl-cum; the honeyed custard was dribbling down the thin-lipped, smiling mouth. She opened her mouth to say, “Linda”…

And then Maurine woke in a start. She felt she hadn’t said Linda’s name just in the dream, but heard herself calling the mature woman for real. The beautiful redhead lay alone in her bedroom, where there had neither been that strange illumination nor was the looming face of Linda soaked with girl-cum.

She blinked for some time into the semi darkness, thinking about her erotic dream and felt something soft pressed between her thighs. She splayed her legs, switched on the bedside lamp and braced herself in the sitting position. The thing pressed between her soft thighs was the pillow, which was soaked in girl-cum.

Maurine took the pillow and raised it to her nose. She sniffed at her own cum and the pungent wafts made her to reflect on something delicious and unforgettable. It happened when she was called at Safemme Studios for her audition two days back. The Studios were owned by the mannish financier Linda Perkins, who was a famous producer of adult videos based on very erotic lesbian themes.

Maurine believed inwardly that the slim producer was an absolute lesbian and her deduction about Linda was confirmed during the test scene involving her with Linda. The producer stripped the girl naked and began to slobber down her voluptuous body. The redhead enjoyed the sensational bout of lesbian love and came for twice as Linda smacked on her full lips, sucked on her large pink nipples and ate her juicy cunt.

After the audition, Linda acquired Maurine for her address and telephone number. She knew Maurine was a natural and had the faculty to be a star. She told the girl before dismissing her that she would call her back in a day or two.

Of course Linda had other things in mind and therefore she dialed Maurine’s number just thirty hours after the audition.

Maurine’s musical voice answered, “Hello.”

“Miss Wells?” Linda asked, her heart beating faster.

“Yes?” Maurine inquired into the phone.

“I’m Linda, Linda Perkins.” Linda introduced herself.

“Ahh yes… Miss Perkins. I remember you.” Maurine’s face was flushed and she felt her excitement growing as she listened to the voice in her ear.

“I feel very glad to tell you the good news Miss Wells. You have passed the audition.”

“Wow! Thank you Miss Perkins. I… I don’t believe I did it!” Maurine felt so excited to hear this and say thankful words that Linda could hear a faint laugh of happiness.

“It’s nothing to your talent Miss Wells. You indeed were a natural,” said Linda. “Before our first rehearsal I need to have few words with you in person. If you don’t mind to come at my place, say er… for lunch tomorrow. Actually, I have a business proposition for you to discuss on.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted to have lunch with you” Maurine answered quickly, feeling more excited to agree with Linda; she too had wished to meet Linda in person, inwardly longing for the “repetition” of their lesbian “test scene”.

“Great!” Linda said, smiling at Maurine’s approval.

They spoke a bit longer. Finally the producer told Maurine her address and then hung up. Linda had tasted Maurine and sighed in hope to re-taste the red-haired nymph.

At night, the beautiful Maurine had that erotic dream as she had thought about the mature producer who had pleasured her orally during the audition.

The next day wasn’t much busy for Linda. Most of the time she thought of Maurine and didn’t want to scare the girl off; so she would go slowly in explaining the details of their first rehearsal for “Tasty Melons, Tasty Tarts”. She had dressed herself in a white T-shirt and a pair of Levi’s to look very casual. Linda felt very excited to see her guest at noon and she had ordered the old cook to bake the fruit cake for this special meeting.

At half past one, the doorbell rang and Linda rushed to answer it. Standing in the doorway, Maurine flashed a very pretty smile at her mannish host.

Linda stared approvingly at the perfectly feminine redhead. Maurine was indeed a nymph. She wore a sleeveless, low-neck, silk blouse and a short skirt made of denim material. The tight outfits had accentuated the taking curves of her voluptuous body. The light illuminated her hair from the back like a blaze of fire burning around her very pretty face. It fell gracefully in curls to her protruding ass.

Linda was stupefied by Maurine’s celestial beauty. The desire of making love to this nymph swelled up from the depths of her heart. She wanted her so bad. A strange thought occurred to her. It was, to say Maurine never to leave her.

“Hi. Can I come in?” Maurine asked Linda, breaking the ice of her stupor.

“Ahh! I… I’m sorry. Please get in, get in.” said Linda quickly, forcing a smile. She stood aside and closed the door as Maurine had stepped inside the house.

The redhead looked around the decorated interior and said admiringly, “You have a nice taste, isn’t it?”

“Thank you dear” said Linda flashing a grin. She pointed at a sofa and said in a hearty mood, “Get comfortable please. The lunch is ready and soon we’ll be filling our stomachs.”

The lunch was served on the dining table within five minutes. Linda had dismissed the old cook, saying to her that she would have to return for baking supper at 7.0 pm that evening. Hence there wasn’t any third person to accompany them for some hours.

Both women talked different things over lunch, especially about the delicious fruit cake eaten by them. Their talk continued in friendly mood and they exchanged jokes until Linda asked her, “Would you care to swim? The water is nice, not too cold!” She looked directly into Maurine’s eyes as she spoke.

Maurine answered in her low, sexy whisper, “You know, that sounds wonderful but I didn’t bring a suit.”

Linda smiled, “I have one that would fit you, or if you like, we can go without the suits. It’s very private here.” She said, winking at the redhead.

“Erm, ok. I’m not shy, you know” Maurine said and they stood up. She started to unbutton her blouse and skirt. In a fluid motion she took off her undergarments and stood before Linda showing her taking nakedness. Linda smiled and started to take off her male apparel, savoring the glorious sight of Maurine’s voluptuous curves.

They walked naked, crossing the ante-chamber hand in hand and entered the south wing of house where they found the swimming pool. Linda reached the pool and dove off its side. Maurine followed Linda’s example.

Linda was quicker in swimming than Maurine; perhaps because the redhead was bigger than her. On the other hand Maurine was enjoying more of the producer’s company as the water ripples felt delightful to her naked body.

The short-haired producer swam round the corner, crossed the pool and turned to reach Maurine. Her stare was fixed at the redhead, who looked back at her. Maurine felt a strange hint of hypnotizing glint into Linda’s eyes.

Linda swam nearer to Maurine and let herself drift close enough to touch the girl. “You are very pretty, Maurine. I’ve never seen a girl as pretty and taking as you,” she said softly.

She moved her hand and stroked on Maurine’s cheek. The girl closed her eyes as Linda touched her full lips and moved the fingers down her neck. “Very lovely, very innocent. You are like a fragrant flower to me, darling. Let me kiss you. Would you mind, wont you?”

Maurine heard Linda’s softer tone. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes. Her heart was beating faster and she felt Linda’s hand stroking her softly, down to one boob. Maurine closed her eyes again and sighed. Linda moved even closer, her lips brushed across Maurine’s throat while her hand cupped the huge tit and squeezed it gently. Her eyes still closed, Maurine turned her face to Linda’s, who kissed her mouth. Their wet bodies pressed together. Linda worked her tongue into Maurine’s mouth and kissed her deeply.

It wasn’t their first kiss and Maurine kissed Linda back, equally enjoying the lip-to-lip suck. They sucked each other’s mouths as Linda ran her hands over Maurine’s wet, curvaceous body. Their kiss broke when Linda offered Maurine to make love in her bedroom. Maurine nodded and was kissed on mouth by the short-haired woman.

They climbed out of the pool and hugged each other to avoid shivering as a current of wind struck them. Linda took two towels from a basket and handed one to Maurine. They wiped their own bodies quickly.

Back through the ante-chamber, they climbed one storey up the stairs and stopped at a polished oak door. Linda turned the knob, opened it and switched on the lights. The bedroom was decorated in a luxurious way. The drapery matched well to the wall paper, table spreads and bed sheet. The bed was indeed largest of all the things furnished in bedroom. Linda signaled Maurine to lie on it. The redhead complied as she laid herself on back and was immediately followed by the mature producer.

Maurine’s heart began to beat faster as Linda leaned above her. She pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red-haired head and then pinched playfully on the pink, puffy nipples. The girl closed her eyes, savoring the soft playful roaming of Linda’s hands over her heavy chest. There was a touch of surety in that manual manipulation of her huge tits.

Maurine moaned as she felt Linda’s hot mouth brushing on her left nipple to kiss it. Linda’s tongue darted out and its tip streaked unto the rough textured areola. She pursed her lips and pulled the nipple into her mouth.

Linda’s lips pulled the nipple and her tongue licked the areola in circular strokes. The redhead reached out and put her right hand on the back of Linda’s head to finger through the short hair.

After a minute or two, Linda switched her lips on the right tit to kiss it as she pushed Maurine’s right arm up again. She closed her lips around the sensitive nipple and pulled it into her hot mouth. The redhead lay close-eyed under her and continued to moan at the oral pull of her sensitive nipple. Her pink teat began to harden as Linda’s tongue twirled around it, coating areola with the saliva.

Linda smacked on each nipple, pulling it into her sucking mouth alternatively. Her right hand roamed on Maurine’s soft-contoured body down to the fat thighs and slid between them so she could touch her pussy. In reflex Maurine moved her own thighs apart and let Linda’s fingers play with her cunt in soft strokes. She shuddered and sighed as Linda’s fingers invaded her snatch and touched her clit. She bit her lip and wrenched on the pillow case as the woman pleasured her manually.

The short-haired producer slid down Maurine’s voluptuous form and stroked lovingly on girl’s thighs. She began to lick those soft thighs and groin, worked her way towards the shaven pussy and pushed its soft cunt-lips apart.

“Mmmm… Ohhhh yessss…” Maurine moaned when she felt Linda’s tongue touch her sensitive clit. Linda licked the pink cunt and then pushed her tongue on it. Still keeping the pussy stretch-open under the force of her fingers, she inserted her tongue-tip into Maurine’s vaginal orifice.

Maurine cried and raised her voluptuous torso as the pleasure wave generated at her loins. The walls of her love tunnel pulsated as Linda’s tongue twirled around her orifice and clit in quick strokes.

Linda worked the index finger into Maurine’s vaginal orifice while she licked her throbbing clit. She pushed the finger deeper into redhead’s tunnel like a thin pointed cock and took it out. Maurine’s body twisted in rising heat of lust and she moaned as Linda continued to finger-fuck her, increasing the tempo push after push.

“Yesss… yesss… Ohhh yesssss…” Maurine moaned when Linda inserted two fingers into her cunt and fucked her in quick strokes, licking her clit alongside. Then she held redhead’s thighs more apart to press her mouth on the twitching cunt in a deep kiss.

After lapping Maurine’s cunt, Linda got up and reached into a drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. She fished out a 10″ strap-on and tied it to her narrow hips. Before fucking Maurine with rubber cock, she leaned between her splayed thighs and licked her pussy again.

Linda knew she was bringing Maurine close to the orgasm, so she decided to really fuck the lovely redhead. She got up on her knees and flipped Maurine onto her stomach. Maurine raised her bottom high upon Linda’s ministration and moaned in pleasure as Linda kissed her globular, soft ass.

Linda moved between redhead’s legs. Maurine sighed when Linda stroked her perineum. As soon as she had stretched open the girl’s cunt, Linda touched the tip of her rubber cock against the pulsating labia and inserted it into the vaginal orifice. With an easy thrust of her hips, Linda impaled the cock into Maurine’s cunt who cried out, enjoying the fucking sensation. The darling girl braced herself on the elbows to open her legs wider and let Linda fuck her deeper.

Linda was on her knees behind Maurine, admiring her huge ass as she pushed and re-pushed the strap-on into the depths of her cunt. Maurine’s love tunnel was lubricated in the secretion of honeyed juice, which made it all the easier for Linda to penetrate her.

“Mmmmm… Oh yeah… yeah… yesss… yesss…” Maurine moaned aloud as her lesbian lover picked up the pace. Linda was entering Maurine from behind, forcing the rubber cock harder and quicker into her wet cunt as if she was a wild stallion who was fucking a mare. She fucked Maurine harder and harder in each thrust, reaching around to stroke and pinch on redhead’s puffy nipples.

The strap-on was designed to rub the wearer’s clit, and it was doing a good job on Linda as she continued to fuck Maurine. Both the lovers were getting wetter and the lust wave rose from their loins as the erotic heat, which made Linda to raise her fucking tempo into Maurine. The redhead cried aloud as she reached her orgasm. The girl-cum released through Maurine’s twitching cunt, lubricating Linda’s cock. Linda reached her own orgasm few seconds after Maurine. The redhead screamed as Linda pushed the cock very hard into her.

Both women collapsed on the bed, heaving. Maurine’s heart was pounding and it took a few minutes to regain her normal breathing.

“Wow, that was brilliant. You know, I never had been with a woman before that audition.” the redhead said.

Linda smiled and said, “As long as you stay with me darling, you will enjoy the depths of our love. I know very well how to please a woman.” She leaned over and kissed Maurine on the lips.

“Am I correct in saying that you like women?” asked Maurine, directly looking into Linda’s eyes.

“More than a hundred percent.” said Linda as she slid down to suck Maurine’s tits. Maurine moaned as her nipples were pulled into Linda’s mouth. After some time she cried out her orgasm when Linda ate her cunt and licked her clit.

Two months later Safemme Studios released “Tasty Melons, Tasty Tarts” which was a hit in the box office. The viewers jacked off more than once, especially when they watched a flick involving the voluptuous red-haired heroine being pleasured orally and fucked passionately by slim dark-haired Linda… the producer of the movie.

About the Author

Name: Monica Marshal Sex: Female Age: 19 years Figure: Skinny Height: Tall Orientation: Lesbian Status: Attached Smoke: No Drink: Yes

Denise Moore:

Sex: Female
Age: 30 years
Figure: Skinny and poorly curved
Complexion: White
Voice: High pitched
Face: Pretty and calculative in expression
Eyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brown
Hair: Short, boy-cut, straight and dark
Bust: 32C and round
Waist: 23
Hips: 31, narrow
Ass: Almost flat
Thighs: Straight and smooth-toned

Cynthia Saint woke up for the third time that night. She blinked blankly at the dimly lit ceiling of her air conditioned bedroom and shifted herself to a sitting position as soon as she had gained up her senses. The blonde fingered the untidy curls off her beautiful face and reflected on what she had just dreamed.

Never in her life had she dreamed any thing bizarre like this for five consecutive nights and it was indeed an odd truth. Cynthia was a realist. “Dreams are just dreams” was the only comment she made whenever her best friend Denise Moore tried to discuss about her own dreams. Unlike Cynthia, she believed that dream interpretations were not unreal and they can sometimes be premonitory. Cynthia always laughed unceremoniously at Denise’s idea but that dream was an exception; a very rare exception. Whether it was just a dream or a strange premonition, she couldn’t deduce in confusion.

In that dream Cynthia found herself standing naked in a cubicle. The interior of that cubicle was quite spacious and resembled to that of a room furnished well with drapery. She was inspecting all the contents of cubicle and felt as if she was waiting for someone to come.

All of a sudden the door of cubicle opened and a tabby cat entered. Cynthia smiled as she looked at the cat. The cat moved towards her and the door shut down automatically. Following the cat she turned and saw a double bed covered in violet plush sheet. The cat turned to face her when they reached at bedside and rose on hind legs. It seemed to Cynthia that the cat was growing in height. The feline front paws rested unto her arms.

Cynthia was pushed backwards on the bed and instantly she saw the smiling face of a short-haired woman which loomed upon her. That woman was neither unfamiliar nor unfriendly. She raised one of her hand to stroke Cynthia’s cheek lovingly and said about acting something out in a cold purring whisper. Cynthia wasn’t amazed to see that the woman’s hands were furry; as if she already knew the cat had actually been that woman. She found herself nodding to the woman above her, who smiled broadly.

Cynthia could feel the woman’s hot breath upon her face whose mouth met her full pouting lips in a soft, deliberate kiss. The woman sucked Cynthia’s lower lip and then kissed her hard. Cynthia heard herself moaning into her mannish lover’s sucking mouth. The woman sucked her lips and then slid down slowly. Cynthia felt something soft and wet on her sensitive nipples in upward, quick strokes and looked down. The tabby cat was licking on each of her huge tits in hunger. The animal just rolled her eyes up to stare back at Cynthia but continued to lick her boobs. Cynthia sighed as the tickle of whiskers felt good on the naked skin of her bubbies. She closed her eyes, enjoying the licking strokes unto her protruding nipples.

The blonde opened her eyes and looked down again as she heard a “Miaow” after a while. She wasn’t amazed a bit to see the cat’s disappearing hologram upon her huge chest and its simultaneous reappearance between her legs. The cat stared at her for a while and looked down. Cynthia felt two hands unto the soft flesh of her thighs. The hands weren’t visible; it was just a feeling. The only thing visible before her was the tabby cat which was staring down between her thighs.

Cynthia lay silent as her thighs were splayed wide apart in apparent automaticity. The cat moved her whiskered face down between the blonde’s thighs. The animal extended her front legs which were transfigured into two white, human arms. The arms hugged around Cynthia’s thighs and hands began to stroke on their resilient flesh. Cynthia hissed as the cat darted its tongue to lick on her ultra sensitive cunt-lips.

The nymph sighed and bit her lip as the cat made deliberate, quick lapping strokes upon her cunt. She closed her eyes and then arched her back up. The waves of rising lust generated at her perineum due to feline oral stimulation.

Cynthia began to moan when someone’s lips pressed hard unto her slit. She opened her eyes reflexively to see the short-haired head of the lesbian between her thighs. It was sure the cat was completely transfigured into that slim woman, who was now eating her cunt. The woman had pressed her mouth hard into the twitching womanhood of Cynthia, who cried in pleasure as she felt the suction on her clit. The blonde nymph gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tight and strained her voluptuous torso up in extreme pleasure. The vibrating walls of her love canal filled with lust up to the brim as she screamed aloud her orgasm in entire blackness…

While reflecting on that dream Cynthia hissed as she had been stroking herself between thighs and her fingers had pinched on the throbbing clit. The blonde sighed and moved her hand up before her eyes. She stared at the cum-soaked fingers for a while and sucked them to taste herself. The taste felt really good on her tongue. She swallowed her salted cream in an instant. Before dreaming about cat/woman, oral sex was one of the most disgusting, very dirty things for Cynthia, but now it felt desirable to her. She couldn’t deny that it was so good, so intriguing, and so full of pleasure.

Cynthia switched on the bedside lamp and looked around for wall clock. It was half past five and everything about the bedroom was still quiet. She turned to right and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She wanted to tell Denise about her dream and knew inwardly that her friend would be very excited to hear it. Being an amateur student of Psychology Denise seemed best at calculating the visions and perceptions.

Cynthia opened the “Contacts” folder and scrolled down to locate “Denise”. But she changed her mind to call her friend as the number appeared on screen. It looked too absurd to call Denise at late night just for telling a dream.

She smiled to herself and put the cell phone back on nightstand. After lying on bed she covered her naked, voluptuous body under the sheet and thought to call Denise some hours after then. It would be a stimulus for Denise to think on something new and interesting.

Cynthia called Denise at around 8.0 am and expected the question as she told her about dreaming the same scene for five consecutive nights.

“What! A dream? Last night?”

“For last five nights, if I can correct you.”

“Yeah ok… for five nights. Are you sure it was the same dream?”

“Of course I’m pretty sure. The same dream for five nights.”

“Wow, interesting!” said Denise, feeling the excitement growing inside her. “And what did you dream about?”

Cynthia told her all the juicy, yet bizarre details of her dream. Denise heard her friend intently and bit her lip but Cynthia could hear an occasional sigh which had escaped from Denise’s mouth. A strange idea struck her and she frowned. Was Denise feeling the same way about her dream as she had last night?

For some moments none of them spoke until Denise broke the ice. “Have you been watching lesbian porno lately?” she asked.

“What! Oh my, do you know me a pervert?” said Cynthia, smiling at Denise’s question, who knew well that Cynthia was neither a lesbian nor interested to watch lesbian flicks.

“Ummm… no. That’s not what I mean,” said Denise. “And… have you read any comic or fantasy novel, say for a change?”

For an answer Denise heard Cynthia’s tinkling laughter.

“Why should I have to find a change in cartoons or novels? I never expected you to ask me this. You know, fantasies turn me off.” said Cynthia.

That was true. Cynthia always loved to go for long drive, window shopping and cafes if she really got sick of overtime and needed to refresh her mind.

“I asked this to get something about your dream and if I were you, I would’ve inquired into its depths.” said Denise, with special emphasis on her last phrase.

“Inquired into its depths!” Cynthia repeated Denise’s words, “But what’s so special to inquire about? Are you talking about… about my consecutive dreaming?”

“So do I.” answered Denise in a definite tone.

“Oh, still sticking to that interpretation stuff on dreams, aren’t you?” Cynthia said with a wry smile.

“Well, I guess you saw something worth of interest in your dream. You are the one who told me about it.”

“If I tell you a dream, should it mean I’m truly interested to let you know what was in it?” Cynthia commented in her “dreams are just dreams” tone.

“You never discussed any of your dreams with me before now, did you?” said Denise.

“Yes I never did but…”

“But you dreamed something very strange which was never watched, read or liked by you. Nevertheless you dreamed it for five nights without any break or change. If dreams are unreal, can you explain why this happened to you? And can you tell me why it’s so special to discuss this when you don’t believe on things like dreams?”

Cynthia, for the first time, couldn’t shed off Denise’s question regarding dream, who was asking it based on her confirmations. She considered at her friend’s words for a while and said, “That’s what I’ve been asking myself since last night.”

Denise said, smiling in triumph, “It’s just because you are confused about the dream, my friend. Mark my words. If any thing like this confuses you, just try to act it out.”

“What?” Cynthia spat out questioningly.

“I said try to act out your dream.” Denise repeated her words in a firmer tone.

Cynthia laughed. “Very funny! And how come I can act out my dream?” she asked unceremoniously.

“I’ll tell you when we meet in person and that’s for sure you’ll feel the difference.” said Denise; her tone was still firm.

“Feel the difference for what?” asked Cynthia.

“That if you act it out, you won’t be dreaming this again.”

Cynthia fell silent for some moments considering on what her friend had just hinted. Denise’s hint was as queer as that dream. But what idea laid behind acting out the dream. Should she be involved in a lesbian or bestial act? Evidently, Denise’s suggestion was helping her stop that dream for good, but how would it work out if she met her in person.

Cynthia couldn’t deduce for any confirmed answer to the questions rising in her mind and therefore she had no choice but to comply with her friend. “Ok. If you say so, I’ll do it.”

Denise smiled to hear her friend’s approval and said, “Very good and very right thing to decide. Can you come to White Pearl Hotel tonight? Just tell me and I’ll go there right now to get a booking.”

“What time it would be?” asked Cynthia.

Denise licked her lips and said, “Say at 7.0 pm. I’ll meet you positive. If you don’t find me there, just send a message. Or… or maybe you won’t need to text me. I’ll try to be there as quick as my bunny.”

Cynthia laughed at this. They said “bye bye” to each other and hang down the receiver.

Denise turned to her bedroom, smiling to herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of dressing stand and puffed the compact powder on her face. No sooner was her face made up, then she smiled at her reflection. Winking at it, she said in a deliberate, low voice, “Miracles do happen Cindy darling. Tonight you’ll believe on them.”

Unlike Denise, Cynthia’s day wasn’t much busy and therefore she returned home earlier than usual. She received a call from Denise at about 4.30 pm, who told her that she had to ask for Room 19 at the reception counter when she would reach the hotel. Cynthia wanted to ask Denise about her idea to act out the dream but said instead, “Ok I get it”. It was an exciting yet crazy thing for a realist like Cynthia to meet a friend out of home for stopping nothing but a repetitive dream. Inwardly she felt herself to agree with Denise. If everything was solved out with a friendly help, she could have a sound, dreamless sleep.

At around 7.10 pm that night, Cynthia entered the luxurious White Pearl Hotel. Men and women turned their heads to look at the extremely beautiful blonde, who looked gorgeous in her white satin blouse and tight hugging Denim skirt. Cynthia seemed oblivious about that and walked straight to the reception desk. The receptionist was a cheeky, young redhead who flashed a smile at the blonde and spoke in her childish voice, “How can I help you Ma’am?”

“Room 19.” Cynthia replied in a casual tone.

“Excuse me Ma’am.” the receptionist said and turned. She typed something and tabulated figures appeared on the computer screen. She looked back at Cynthia and said, “I’m sorry Ma’am. The room’s already booked to Miss Denise…”

“I’m her friend. Name’s Cynthia Saint.” She interrupted her in mid-sentence.

The smile flashed again on cheeky girl’s lips. “Surely Ma’am.” She said and moved her hand below desk to fish out the key. The smile resumed on her lips as she spoke again. “Our porter will accompany you in no time.”

She rang the bell and a slim clean shaven man rushed to the reception desk. The receptionist instructed on guiding Cynthia up to Room 19, as she handed him the key.

Denise was no where at the hotel. Cynthia followed the porter silently to enter Room 19 and tipped him as he bowed before her to leave. She looked around the well decorated room and in an instant everything about it seemed familiar to her. It was evident she had never been to that hotel before, yet Cynthia felt that she had already been in Room 19.

She turned around and looked at the double bed covered by a violet plush sheet. The bed also looked familiar and so did the sheet. She frowned and walked slowly to it. Sitting on the soft luxurious mattress she roamed her hand on the plush, thinking intently. And suddenly it struck into her mind. She had seen the very interior of room in her dream.

Dumbfounded, she looked around the room again. The drapery hanging over the opposite walls looked refreshing but for Cynthia it was amazing to see it as familiar as the bed or its sheet. She turned her head to look at the closed door, but shook her head the next instant. It was impossible, absolutely non existent for an ordinary tabby cat to enter her luxurious room and exhibit fantastic feasts of transfiguration. What a ridiculous thing it was to believe that there was a cat anywhere in the world which could transfigure itself into a short-haired, slim woman… and thinking of the short-haired woman, she was struck again by another idea.

Denise’s profile had reflected in her mind. She was also a short-haired woman who had an almost flat figure, like that of a man’s. On the contrary Cynthia had a figure blessed with perfect voluptuousness. She was prettier and more of a woman than Denise. Was Denise suggesting her something unusual? Had her friend hinted her of acting out the dream with her involving the lavishness of lesbian love? Couldn’t Denise be fitted as the short-haired woman in her dream who lay atop her before kissing her lips as a feline woman, licking her huge tits as the cat and eating her snatch in her real self? She was the one who had suggested acting out the dream just as the feline woman had purred to her to act out something in that dream.

Yet some sharp questions raised in her mind the next instant. Had Denise called her deliberately and knew well what she really wanted with her? Was her best friend a pervert, who always preferred women as bed mates? Did she choose Room 19 just to press her idea on Cynthia that dreams do turn out a reality? Could it be possible that she found an alibi for calling Cynthia at hotel and sleep with her just to fulfill her lesbian lust?

Those antagonistic thoughts battled into Cynthia’s mind. She sat silent on bed in mingled feeling of appreciation and fear for her friend. But after a while she got up deciding finally. For the first time in her life she felt determined to get through the lesbian sex. It wasn’t wrong; never would it be a wrong thing for Denise making love to her passionately. If Denise was playing on something fishy, she had made a very poor excuse for calling her at the hotel after hearing nothing but a dream. It inspired Cynthia greatly that Denise had really held out a helping hand to her. She was a friend indeed.

There was click at the door and it opened slowly. Cynthia turned around in start to look at it. She stared in awe as the door was pushed slowly into the room. It would be a moment’s matter. Then the tabby cat would be lurking into the room…

And the short-haired head of her friend peered into Room 19. Cynthia stared at her entering friend in frozen amazement and sighed in relief as Denise smiled at her.

“You all right? The chick told me you’ve been here a short while. Just stuck up in the evening traffic. It’s a nuisance you know.” Denise said as she closed the door and locked it. To Cynthia, she looked formally dressed in blue top and black pants.

“I’m ok. You are about in time.” Cynthia replied in a soft, relieved tone.

“Thought I was late. Felt myself getting bullshit.” The smile had faded from Denise’s face as she said in an irritated tone, walking to the bed and flung herself down on the double bed beside her friend.

Cynthia stared at Denise solicitously and asked, “Are you feeling bad? Care to order champagne?”

Denise turned her head to stare at Cynthia. “Feeling bad! Why would I be? Instead I’m as excited as a barking dog.”

“Me too.” Said Cynthia; her tone was casual. “I was just wondering if you are really tired.”

Denise seemed too excited to hear Cynthia. She put down her bag and said, “I thought to get a look at the mall before coming here. It can never be a window shopping once you stand on the escalators and watch people making funny gestures.”

“You’ve been at the mall and didn’t care to tell me what you were planning for the eve.” said Cynthia to her friend in a frowning complaint.

“I was just… erm, pardon me for not asking you some refreshment. Thought you wouldn’t like the idea.” Denise said without looking at Cynthia. She had a guilty, yet funny look on her face.

“Why would I not like it?” asked Cynthia. She couldn’t get to what Denise had just said.

“Let’s get it like this.” Denise said in a matter-of-factly tone. “We are here to act out your dream but… but I thought you may see it the worst of way.”

She fell silent, seeing a questioning look on Cynthia’s beautiful face and continued, “Well, you never liked perverts and think lesbians as some psychotic bullies. Dreams have always been the unreal things for you. Some pointless perceptions, so to speak. Instead, you had an erotic dream for five nights. Very odd thing in its sense, it made your sleep less comfy. So I thought to help you the instant you told me all about it. I figured out the best way to stop the dream for good. Acting it out, of course. But I suppose you didn’t get me then when you agreed to my suggestion and even now you don’t have an idea for this.”

Cynthia said nothing in answer for a while and they continued to look at each other before she spoke: “No Deni. I know exactly what the meaning of your hint was.”

Denise stared at her friend in disbelief. “You… You know it?” She asked in an apprehensive tone.

“Yes. Before your arrival, I realized what you actually said by acting out the dream. If you’d be asking me the meaning of this, I’d simply tell you to look around the room. See what you can make out.” Cynthia said in a casual tone.

Frowning at her friend’s words, Denise turned her head. She looked at the hangings and paintings which decorated the interior of room in a refined taste.

“Do you get something?” Cynthia asked her.

Denise looked at Cynthia in what’s-so-special way and shook her head in response.

“Ok. What idea you’d get after looking at the bed sheet?” Cynthia asked Denise; she was still casual.

Denise stared down at the violet plush which covered the bed. She looked up at Cynthia with a got-non-at-all-yet expression and saw a satisfied smile on Cynthia’s full, pouting lips. It confused her even more.

“You are giving me a jig, aren’t you?” She said.

“Ask me and I’d say it’s so apparent. Acting out my dream means I must be subjected to some lesbian sex. And there isn’t any reliable person for this but you. You thought it a best way to help me have the sound sleep at nights without that dream. That seems true you never knew the interior of this room but I had dreamed it for last five nights. This bed and its sheet helped me how I should decide. Your suggestion was purely a helping hand. You’ve made me realize there is nothing pervert here. And I believe you never lusted after me because you wanted to help.”

Denise looked closely at Cynthia and felt the heat of affection rising in the heavy-lidded blue eyes. She began to smile and moved her hand to stroke one soft cheek. Moving closer a bit to her beautiful friend, she asked in a soft tone. “Do you really want me to help, Cindy?”

“Yes, I do. Help me Deni. Help me the way you want to.” Cynthia replied in whispering warmth. Her eyes searching into Denise’s.

Denise moved even closer and her mouth met Cynthia’s pouting lips. It was a warm, soft kiss which kept their mouths glued together. Cynthia closed her eyes savoring the care and affection so demanding in passion.

They didn’t break the kiss for long and Cynthia felt her lips getting sucked forcefully by Denise’s hot mouth. The short-haired woman hugged her friend who was prettier, bigger and sexier than her. Keeping her mouth pressed unto Cynthia’s and holding her tight in warm embrace, Denise shifted herself to stoop unto her. Their kiss broke momentarily as Denise got off the bed, pulling Cynthia to her feet alongside.

They stood by the bed, in a warm mutual closeness and their lips met again in a deep sucking kiss. Cynthia hugged Denise around shoulders as she felt her skinny friend’s hands roaming down her back and stroking the ample Denim-covered cheeks.

Denise sucked Cynthia’s lower lip and instantly kissed her pouting mouth, cheeks, eyes and ears. The blonde closed her heavy-lidded eyes, savoring the closeness as Denise sucked her earlobes and licked the resilience of her throat.

After showering little kisses on blonde nymph’s face, Denise moved her hands to unbutton the blouse. Cynthia smiled affectionately at Denise, whose deft hands had taken the material off her taking torso. She raised her arms as Denise reached around her voluptuous form and unhooked the white bra.

The bra lazily slipped off Cynthia’s pendulous tits. Denise looked at them in a lusting stare. As if enchanted by massive melons, she began to stroke their firmness and tried to cup them. It seemed to Denise that her hands were too small to enclose those firm jugs. They presented a beautiful sight with white tan lines tracing the shape of bikini bra.

Denise held each of Cynthia’s breasts playfully and stooped down. The pink coarseness of her friend’s protrudent nipples was inviting and unable to stand more, Denise opened her mouth to take the right teat first. She sucked and pulled at its soft protrusion. After licking it in a long upward stroke Denise turned her head to suck on Cynthia’s left nipple. She pulled its ultra desirable texture into her mouth in a smack and licked it in quick twirls.

Cynthia felt the desire well up inside her as Denise continued to smack on her jugs and suck the swelling nipples fervently. She closed her eyes as Denise’s tongue licked her huge bubbies, tracing the bikini tan lines. Denise was also enjoying what she was doing to her gorgeous, ample-curved friend. She was feeling the weak sweaty taste on her tongue as she lapped on the huge mammas. Never had she licked the taste so delicious, so intriguing like that before.

Denise pulled hard on Cynthia’s nipples, which slid out of her sucking mouth in smack. She held Cynthia at her curved out hips and sank slowly on knees, as she trailed the kisses down on her naked belly. Her hands were trembling as she fumbled with the button and zipper of Cynthia’s tight hugging skirt. She pulled quickly at the Denim material which fell on the floor, sliding down the blonde’s smooth-toned thighs.

Cynthia thought to step out of her fallen skirt but held herself back as she felt the fingers tugging into the waistband of her white knickers. Denise was quick to strip her naked. It was the part of her friend’s person, Cynthia never knew. Denise’s mouth felt good at her nipples; her hands were gifted in making swift strokes and quick well-timed stripping. Perhaps Denise wasn’t realizing about the perfection of her own ministrations just as Cynthia had judged them. It was elating for the blonde to observe that she was accompanied by a friend, who knew well how to kiss and love a woman.

Denise pulled down Cynthia’s white panties and helped her friend to step out of the irregular heap of garments. She stared for a while at the shaven pink slit between the vertices of white thighs and moved closer to blonde nymph’s lower body as if she was open-mouthed in trance. Hugging gently around Cynthia’s soft-toned thighs, Denise buried her face between them. Mouth still open, she pressed it on the inviting pungent womanhood of her friend.

Cynthia hissed and closed her eyes as she felt a very pleasing sensation. She knew at once what had caused it. Denise’s mouth was rubbing unto her ultra sensitive, pink labia. The tip of her tongue licked on Cynthia’s slit in upward and downward strokes. The blonde beauty bit her lip. She parted her legs slightly, holding on her short-haired lover’s head and shoulders. Denise seemed oblivious of Cynthia’s holding hand and continued to rub her mouth on the delicious sweetness of shaven slit; her hands were stroking on Cynthia’s huge ass cheeks, occasionally squeezing them.

Denise kept her mouth glued to Cynthia’s ultra sensitive pussy. The pungency wafting out of the licked cunt was intoxicating and Denise wanted to eat the honey in perfect savor. To follow her wish for taking Cynthia up the peak of lust, she got on feet. Guiding the voluptuous blonde to lie on bed, Denise pushed her gently backwards on the bed. Without getting naked herself, she lay atop the nude form of Cynthia and pressed her mouth on blonde nymph’s full lips to suck them. Cynthia kissed her friend back and opened her mouth to receive the invading tongue. She responded equally to Denise and their tongues danced together searching the corners of two mouths locked together.

Denise rubbed her mouth unto Cynthia’s and sucked her lips. Cynthia closed her eyes as Denise kissed her smooth-toned throat and continued to slobber down her huge chest. Her face seemed to sink into the valley between those huge mountains for a while and emerge out over the right boob to lick its massive firmness.

She kissed the breast and lapped on the pink nipple in long upward strokes. Pursing her mouth over the protrudent hardness, Denise took it into her mouth. She sucked the teat in slow deliberation. Cynthia’s nipple slipped out of Denise’s mouth in forced suction. She licked the coarse textured areola again before turning her head to left jug.

Denise darted her tongue out and ran its tip on the huge melon. She licked the nipple and quickly took it into her mouth to suck harder. It seemed an attempt to pull the entire mass of breast but Cynthia’s nipple merely escaped the closing lips of Denise during forceful suction.

Denise licked Cynthia’s left nipple before slobbering down her flat tummy. She continued to crawl backwards above her, licking the softness of her thighs and shins in long strokes. Cynthia giggled as Denise licked the soles of her feet but then she felt excited as before while feeling the sucking pull of Denise’s mouth on each of her toes.

Slobbering down Cynthia’s bigger soft form, Denise had deliberately missed to eat her delicious tart. She looked up hungrily and found the sight absolutely inviting. Cynthia’s thighs were splayed apart after Denise had sucked the white-toned soles and the shaven cunt was glistening between them in its pink splendor.

After crawling forwards like an over grown lizard, Denise positioned herself between the splayed thighs. For a moment she looked at her friend. Cynthia was looking back at her. A beauteous smile played on her full lips. Her face looked so nymphish, so pretty in the golden pool of abundant hair. Denise stared fleetingly at the rise and fall of her huge tits in each breathing move of chest. She licked her lips and her eyes rolled down to the inviting pink flower. She said in an undertone “Time to do it, Cindy darling.”

Denise put her hands on the inner aspects of Cynthia’s thigh and splayed them gently. The view of wrinkled labial folds was mouth-watering. Denise stooped down and darted her tongue. It lapped on Cynthia’s cunt in upward and downward strokes. Denise pressed her open mouth on Cynthia’s front door to rub her lips over it.

“Aaaah… Aaaah… Ooooh… ” Denise heard Cynthia’s sighs and low-toned moans. She increased the lingual and oral pressure on blonde’s pussy. The salty taste of Cynthia’s entrance was intriguing to Denise as she sucked on its light brown folds. They slid out of her mouth as she smacked on her blonde friend’s pussy.

Sniffing on the pungent wetness, Denise licked, lapped and sucked the salty yoni. Cynthia shuddered and moaned louder as her friend’s sucking mouth glued unto her ultra-sensitive pussy. She grew wetter in no time. The blonde shut her eyes tight. She squeezed her own tits, pinching the hardened nipples. Her love canal seemed to vibrate in lusting heat as thick juices began to ooze out into Denise’s sucking mouth. Denise pressed her mouth harder unto Cynthia’s pussy as it spat gushes of girl-cum into her oral cavity. Passionate to drink Cynthia’s orgasm she licked all the juice off her cunt and sucked the labial folds in smack.

Denise shifted herself to raise Cynthia’s thighs above her shoulders and hugged them around. Her hands roamed over their soft flesh as she pressed her mouth unto Cynthia’s cunt. She sucked and licked the light brown folds, occasionally kissing them.

Cynthia squeezed her own tits and raised her torso as she felt the intense pleasure filling into her loins again. Denise sucked her pussy hard and licked it where the ultra sensitive clit lay hidden under the folded blanket of skin. For her perfect oral service, Denise was awarded with another drink of Cynthia’s salted cream within a few minutes.

Denise didn’t stop to eat Cynthia’s snatch. She released her friend’s thighs and moved her hands to push them more apart. Cynthia hissed as Denise stretched her labia manually. She licked Cynthia’s pink entrance and her tongue-tip stroked over the uncovered clit. She pursed and closed her lips on the engorging protuberance.

“AAAHH… UMMM… UMMM… AAAHH… ” Cynthia screamed out of intense pleasure as the walls of her cunt shuddered. Denise’s hot mouth pressed and sucked on her clit. The blonde nymph pinched her own nipples and bit her lip as the lust rose to the brim of her hood. Denise licked her lubricated entrance before sucking the clit again; harder this time. Cynthia screamed aloud as she reached her third orgasm. Denise drank the honey as she pressed her mouth open unto Cynthia’s vaginal entrance.

Denise licked her friend’s cunt clean and then moved forwards to suck her nipples. She lay atop the blonde, kissing her pouting mouth. Cynthia sucked Denise’s lips to taste her own cream.

“We’ve made it Cindy. You won’t dream it again.” Denise whispered to Cynthia, embracing her warmly. “Tonight you’ll see it yourself.”

“Thanks for the helping hand, Deni. It was really great.” Cynthia said in a contented smile.

“You are wrong.” Said Denise matter-of-factly.

“What? But you helped me!” said Cynthia. She couldn’t get why Denise had said her wrong.

“You said it was a helping hand. Shouldn’t we say it was a helping mouth?”

They laughed together and Cynthia said, “Like hand, like mouth.”

They kissed each other and Denise made love to Cynthia to please her more.

After leaving the hotel at around 10.30 pm, Denise accompanied her friend on the way back home. Cynthia retired contentedly to her bedroom and fell asleep without taking her clothes off.

The bizarre lesbian dream never disturbed her nights again.

About the Author

Name: Monica Marshal Sex: Female Age: 19 years Figure: Skinny Height: Tall Orientation: Lesbian Status: Attached Smoke: No Drink: Yes

The next day I was almost afraid to look at her thinking will she remember and start asking me questions? Lucky for me, nothing was said.

Several days later, she again wanted to talk so I went in her room again… Same thing happened. She goes to sleep, throws her leg over me and I thought to myself… maybe she is pretending to be asleep and maybe she wants me to touch her, but what if I am wrong? Well, if felt there was only one way to find out! Go for it! I rolled her over, and started touching her pussy. She moved her hips as to say “more give me more!” Spreading her wet lips I started fingering her and rubbing her. Omg it felt so good to me. By this time I knew she could still not be asleep but I let her pretend after all we were sisters! Now it was time for the taste test. I got under the covers and started licking all those wonderful wet juices. She grabbed my head and started say OMG thats wonderful dont stop! Before I knew it, she squirted in my mouth. Naturally I had no clue what it was. I though at first it was piss but soon realized there was no bad odor but just a very faint sweet taste that made me want more. This was my first time with a female and although my sister and I never talked about it, in the 2 or 3 years that followed, we had several “talks” in her room.

About the Author

Doing it all!

My wife asked me when we left if I thought Dr Miller was cute? I told her yes and she replied, “ I thought she was and she even made me wet, if I was ever going to be with a woman it would be her.” I never knew my wife felt that way and it made me jealous at first, but as I thought about it awhile it actually turned me on to think about watching my wife with another woman.

That is when I got the idea for a surprise Valentine for my wife.

My wife’s name is Kim, she is 5’11”with long blonde hair and legs that never end. She has large 44D breasts and a perfectly round ass. She turns heads every where we go and carries herself very sexy. Her face is that of an angel that you can never get tired of looking at. This is the story of what I set up for my wife to have a very special Valentines Day.

“Sweety, I booked us a room at the Fantasy Inn in Lake Tahoe for Valentines Day this year.” She looked at me and smiled, “sounds like fun, I will be looking forward to it.”

The day finally arrived and we had just checked into our room, it was beautiful. Everything was in red velvet and in the middle of the room was a huge heart shaped bed, in the corner was a Jacuzzi large enough for 4 people. A large flat screen TV was on the wall visible from the entire room. The shower was clear glass with 2 shower heads opposite each other. If it wasn’t for our dinner reservations in 30 min. we would have jumped in the Jacuzzi. Off we went to our candle lit dinner and several cocktails. I knew our time schedule for the evening and was trying to keep the surprise by staying on time.

We returned to the room at 9:00 pm and decided to hit the hot tub as we shed our clothes and I watched my gorgeous wife step into the bubbling water. I opened the champagne and we toasted to the beginning of a great evening. After our toast Kim asked, “what do you mean beginning, isn’t the night about over?”

“No my Love it is just getting started.” She looked at me like I was a brick short of a full load as she picked up the remote and turned the TV to one of the 2 porn channels.

“Now this is what I call relaxing, a good porn, soothing bubbles in a candle lit room.” Kim replied.

At 9:45 I suggested we move to the bed and escorted my sexy wife over to the soft heart shaped bed. I told her to lie on her back and I gently tied her to the bed with soft velvet cloth and told her to relax and enjoy the night was all about her pleasure. I started slowly running a large soft feather up and down her body, circling her nipples as I watched them stiffen and become erect. Then I moved it slowly down her flat stomach and over her soft shaven pussy on down each of her legs to her feet. I then replaced the feather with light strokes of of my fingers stopping to part her pussy lips ant circle her now hardening clit as my tongue licked circles around her nipples. She quickly had an orgasm as she bit her lip and raised her pelvic off the bed with a low whining moan of pleasure.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Kim was startled and said, “Please don’t answer it with me tied up like this.”

“Relax it is probably just more drinks from room service, I will take it at the door.”

I opened the door and right on Que was Dr Miller, “I did not know you made house calls Doc.”

“I am here to give Kim her physical as she is due.”

Dr Miller entered the room and there is no doubt of Kim’s surprise as she was as red as the room she was in. My wife was in no position to do anything but lay there. “What do you think doc?” I asked.

“Well she looks beautiful and healthy but her complexion is a little red so I am going to have to give her a thorough exam.” She set her medical bag down on the bed next to Kim and pulled out her stethoscope and placed it on Kims left nipple. I sat down on the bed to watch as Dr Miller then pulled a small vibrator out of her bag and started sliding it up and down Kims pussy lips. “Yes, her heart is picking up pace quite nicely, I will be able to continue the exam.” Said the doc.

My cock was very hard as I watched this woman run the vibrator up and down my wifes body, circling her hard nipples and parting her pussy lips and then circling her clit. My wifes hips began to move in sink with the docs motions and I new she was about to cum. “Not yet honey, we can’t let any of your sweet nectar go to waist.” Replied the doctor as she put a heart shaped pillow under Kims ass to raise her as she slid her tongue into my wifes wet wanting pussy. The vibrator was working her clit as the mouth of the doc was sliding a tongue as deep as she could to suck my wifes cum as she let loose with a huge orgasm.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM” Kim moaned as her body shook and quivered.

The doc now took a large rubber dildo from her bag that had two heads on it and slowly started pushing one end into my wifes dripping wet pussy. She untied my wifes legs so she could spread them wider and Kim took full advantage as she took as much of it in as she could. After achieving max penetration she let the dildo lie still as she stood and undressed herself revealing a nice petite hard body with very small breasts that had tiny hard nipples and a pure blonde pussy that she kept nice and trimmed. She grabbed the unoccupied end of the rubber dick and shoved it up her already wet pussy and they began to fuck each other in rhythm as my wife cried out for me to release her hands. I quickly obliged and she reached for the docs hard little tits and began to squeeze and caress them.

Kim then asked me to squeeze her huge tits together and suck both nipples hard and I very delightfully did so. Kim had already cum twice and I could tell another was building in her. The doc now took the small vibrator and started running circles around Kims clit as they fucked each other, they were fucking each other so hard that their pussies would touch. I felt Kims body start to shake as she let out a scream of pure delight and came so hard she soaked the bed. She told me to lick all her juices from her slit as the doc continued to fuck her. I savored every last delicious drop of cum into my mouth as I sucked up every sweet bit of her taste.

Seeing my wife have such a major orgasm sent sudden waves of pleasure thru the doctor as she began to release her juices onto the rubber dildo she was sliding in and out of both pussies. They continued to fuck each other as Kim undressed me to get access to my very rigid cock. As soon as my cock was exposed she wasted no time pulling it to her mouth and she started sucking it, first the head and then all the way till my balls were resting on her face. She sucked hungrily as her hands rubbed and squeezed the docs tits.

Doc slowly released her pussy grip on the rubber dick and slowly pulled it from my wifes dripping cunt. She then started kissing the inside of Kims knees down her thighs to her wet pussy lips as I watched her tongue slide up and down the parted wet slit, stopping only to stick her tongue deep inside her honey hole to lick all the sweet juices that were flowing. The sounds of my wife moaning in pleasure and seeing her pussy being eaten were so hot I could feel myself swelling in my wifes mouth and when doc started circling Kims clit with her tongue and Kim started to have yet another orgasm as her pussy vigorously was pumping docs face, I released my load of cum down her throat as she swallowed every drop and sucked all she could out of me. I pulled out of her mouth and sat back in the chair as I continued to watch my wifes pussy be licked and sucked by a very cute doctor.

Kim reached over and pulled the doc on top of her and buried her face into the wet blonde muff. She had always said she could never eat pussy, it must have been the heat of the moment, because Kim was diving in like a pro as her tongue was sliding up and down the bright pink slit. Doc started grinding her mound faster and harder onto my wifes mouth as a wave of numbness started in her spine and covered her whole body and she exploded into my wifes mouth. She came so much my wife had to swallow quickly to stop from losing any of the sweet nature flooding her mouth. This sent Kim into a frenzy of several orgasms that lasted continuously for several minutes, each stronger than the other. Doc could not swallow all of Kims cum as it just flowed out her pussy and soaked the bed and her face. Kim pulled me over to her and said, “I need your hard cock in me now, FFFUUUUUCCKKK me hard now, pleassseeee fuck me. I slammed it in all the way and she kept sucking and licking on the docs cunt as my cock pounded her pussy for all it was worth. I fucked and she sucked for several minutes and then as if in unison we all came at the same time and then collapsed on the bed and fell asleep all cuddled together with my beautiful sexy wife in the middle.

A few hours later I woke to find the doc and my wife in the shower washing each other. This was hot, seeing my wife rubbing soap all over a cute blonde and watching my wifes body being soaped by another woman. My cock grew hard at this very hot event as I enjoyed the view. Docs hands rubbed soap all over my wifes big tits and Kim returned the favor as the each enjoyed each other.

Then the doc using the pulsating shower head started rinsing Kims pussy and when the water hit my wifes clit I could see her knees buckle. Doc stayed around the clit for a couple of minutes and then replaced the pulsating water with her tongue, Kims head tilted back and her eyes closed as it was obvious she was in great pleasure. Kim started pumping her pussy faster into docs face as doc took her finger and slid it into Kims tight pussy. Kim reached down and pulled docs head hard into her muff as she screamed and shot her hot sweet juice all over the docs face.

Doc then had Kim bend over the shower stool with her nice round ass in the air as she started rubbing a vibrator up and down my wifes still throbbing pussy lips, every third or forth stroke the toy would penetrate into her tight hole. After several minutes of the pussy being toy fucked the doc slowly moved the vibrator up and entered my wifes ass with it and put her face into my wifes muff and started licking her gash as she fucked her ass with the vibrator. Kim motioned for me to come in the shower and sit under her so she could suck my cock. With every thrust of the vibrator into my wifes ass hole, my cock was swallowed to its end and it was not long before I blew my hot cum into her mouth as she swallowed every last drop. She then had a major orgasm that caused her to collapse onto the floor of the shower. The doc helped her to the bed where they continued to suck and fuck each other the rest of the night. When I woke up in the morning the doc was gone and my wife layer cuddled next to me with the biggest smile on her face I have ever seen.

My wife has told me that it was the best night of her life and our sex life has been great ever since. She says she feels closer to me than ever before because she knows it took a lot of love for me to give her such a Valentines gift.

About the Author

Married to a beautiful woman

Age: 27 years

Figure: Flawless, soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and alluringly feminine

Complexion: White

Voice: Sweet

Face: Nymphish, flushed, oval and full in cheeks

Eyes: Heavy-lidded, long-lashed, large, extended and deep brown

Hair: Silky, soft, abundant, red and waves down to hips

Bust: 36DDD, round, slightly pendulous and firm

Nipples: Pink and protrudent

Areolae: Pink and large

Waist: 28

Hips: 40, wide-curved

Ass: Soft and massive

Thighs: Creamy-soft, round and fat

Chief Dagmar:

Sex: Female

Age: 39 years

Figure: Soft-contoured, skinny and mostly flat

Complexion: Sallow

Voice: High-pitched

Face: Somewhat attractive and calculative in looks

Eyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brown

Hair: Soft, black and waves down to shoulders

Bust: 32A, almost flat

Waist: 22

Hips: 31, narrow

Ass: Almost flat

Thighs: Straight and long

Orientation: A passionate lesbian

The wind howled shrill sounds in the darkness of night. The sea raged as mountainous waves that broke into the listing bows of Czarina Catherine. They swallowed the ship and spat her out; her structure deformed more than before, under the hits of marine splashes. She carried no sail now and was swept forth at the mercy of turbulent sea. Her captain, sodden and chilled beneath his oilskins, lashed to the wheel. His barked orders to the skeleton crew on duty could scarcely be heard above the ferocious workings of storm…

Just three hours before that horrible breakout, the scene in passenger cabin number four was intimately warm. Selena sighed and shuddered as Christopher Hugh Jameson unbuttoned the red linen evening dress to expose and kiss her nape. Married few weeks ago, they were one of those graceful couples who had boarded the ship on an errand to England. It felt so good to the gorgeous redhead when Christopher embraced her. She loved him for his various specialties. Firstly, he was handsome. His looks were sharp and refined with dark tanned face. Secondly, he was social and likeable. It was that graceful smile which brightened up his features when he spoke with her. Thirdly, being a wealthy man he always dressed in an elegant way. Therefore it wasn’t questionable if women turned their heads to look at him, longing for his company.

Nevertheless, his good looks weren’t much in comparison to Selena’s nymphish attributes. Everything about her was extremely alluring. The lustrous flaming curls spilling around her nymphish face, the dimple appearing in her cheeks when she smiled, the cuteness in her soft toned laugh, the rise and fall of her huge bust when she breathed, the swaying of her wide hips when she walked; by all means she was an eye-popping beauty. So he fell in love with her the moment they met for the first time at a friend’s get together. Shortly, they went on with good terms and it didn’t take much longer for Christopher to propose Selena, who accepted him blushingly.

“God! you look so lovely my darling, you’re so gorgeous…” Christopher whispered looking at his pretty wife, who had closed her eyes in a stupefied expression. Feeling unable to keep himself, he took Selena in a warm embrace and began to kiss her on mouth. She responded to him quickly. Her mouth locked with his in a hot kiss. He ran a hand up her back and tried to unknot the laces of pink satin corsets; but the bone paneled garment was fiendishly difficult for him to undo. Instantly, Selena realized that too. So she broke the kiss and raised her arms for getting to the grips. Christopher looked appreciatively as his wife eased them open and dispensed with the tight hugging garment in a jiff. Underneath, she wore a fine lawn camisole that went to a deep “V” between her ample tits.

She kicked off her evening shoes, rolled off her silk stockings and threw her garments into a far corner. Then she dropped down the petticoats, pulled the camisole over her head in a fluid motion and stood stark naked before her excited hubby.

“Wow!” exclaimed Christopher with a wry smile; his cock grew rigid at the sight of her mouth-watering nudity. He surveyed her naked flesh with lusting stare as she pulled out the pins at her hair, letting them fall like a burnished veil down to her hips.

Selena walked over to bed and threw back the covers before laying herself down. Curling her sexy legs and reclining seductively on an elbow, she suggested with a naughty smile, “Maybe we could snuggle up and keep each other inflamed for the night.”

Almost automatically, Christopher was undressing himself. An occasional sway of the ship made him do a forced jig as he tried to strip down his pants. “It would make me unworthy for not offering comfort to the sexiest woman of world who lies here now.” he said laughingly, almost ripping off his shirt in plain eagerness to join Selena abed.

The oil lamp burnt low, illuminating the intimate scene in the mixed hues of ochre and amber.

“Let’s not put off this flickering flick, baby. I can’t make a tour without light here.” said Christopher, making some funny gesture as he flung himself atop his voluptuous wife.

“You scoundrel!” Selena said with a hearty laugh as she punched Christopher on chest before welcoming him in a close embrace.

A moment later, they were kissing each other in a lip-locking passion. Christopher sucked Selena’s lower lip and rubbed his mouth over hers to force it open. She let his tongue invade her oral cavity, savoring upon its twirling strokes.

Christopher licked on Selena’s neck and kissed down her soft flesh till he took her left nipple into his ardent mouth, sucking it under a forced pull. Selena sighed contentedly and fingered through his hair as he licked on her ultra sensitive teat. He Lapped and sucked on the pink areola before moving his mouth unto her right nipple. Christopher made lingual twirls on his wife’s pink bud, sending sparks of lust through her spine. He pressed his mouth over her nipple and took the entire areola in a pulling smack.

After licking and sucking on Selena’s huge tits for longer moments, Christopher continued to kiss her further down. He could hear her soft moans as his hand stroked lightly between her soft thighs, making an attempt to splay them.

She shifted on the bed as her legs fell open under his manual push. With left hand, he parted her tender petals and licked his lips expectedly. Her twat was wet, ripe and odorous; the pink clit lay swollen in anticipation under her folded hood. His cock hardened and reared, as a pearl of cum oozed through its bulbous tip.

“Ummm… Ohhh…” Selena moaned as Christopher dived his face into her salty, cuntal folds. She shuddered in rising lust, feeling his nose rubbing into her heated snatch. He darted his tongue to flick over her extremely sensitive clit and sucked on that tasty morsel. Her moans grew louder which intrigued him even more to eat her delicious pussy with greedy fervor.

Selena’s eyes rolled as she neared her edge. Her cunt twitched around his tongue and she cried his name under the lusting stupor. Then he realized her urgent desire in no time.

Almost immediately he rose above Selena, pulling her legs over his shoulders. She hissed as his tip touched on her sensitive petals, followed by the sliding entry of his throbbing cock through them.

Christopher plunged his weapon into her sheath, taking on the harder fucking pace. His cock battered at her womb; she was stabbed, thrust and filled by him up to the hilt. He was too much, almost killing her. The pain shot through her loins, only to be followed by the vibrating pleasure in a jiff. She clawed at him, scratching his naked back under absolute pleasure.

She arched against her hubby, spurring him on to raise his fucking tempo. He caught her at the hips, continuing to pound into her slippery cunt. Selena’s head banged on the wooden paneling of their bed; a look of intense lust stole over her nymphish face. She screamed and hugged him tight as the spasms of pleasure hit her into a melting orgasm. Instantly, he plunged into her with the mightiest fucking push. Gushes of load oozed from his canon into Selena’s welcoming canal. His flanks quivered as he collapsed atop her, spent of the cum till its last drop.

She murmured to him in a dreamy tone, “That was marvelous, Chris.”

Christopher laughed and kissed the inner softness of her thighs before lowering her legs and laying himself beside her. “It’s just the start, my love. There’s still more to come. I hope you won’t deny this, do you.” said he, flinging his arm protectively around her.

“Yes, I won’t.” whispered Selena as she hugged him back.

They fell asleep in that warm snuggling embrace. Both were happy and content for what they’d given each other, sharing the sweetness of intimacy and the passion of conjugal love.

But none of the two and other couples knew what fate had in store for them. That horrid mishap ensued in a few hours, shaking all those to hell who were aboard the wretched Czarina Catherine…

Christopher felt wet. It wasn’t the pleasant, sticky wetness of that love making. This was the chill of death. He was woken up by the chaotic shrieks of other passengers, under violent lurching lists of the ship. Shaking Selena awake in a start, he thrust the scraps of garment at her. “Quick! Get into these and follow me.” he barked before jumping out of the bed and landing into two feet of murky water.

As she got into petticoats and camisole, the water lapped about her legs. This terrified her to scream and rouse in utmost need to leap off the sodden bed.

They hurried out in the companionway. Water rushed down the stairs towards them, knocking the pair into a swinging door of an empty cabin. It came to them that they had slept sated by lovemaking, oblivious to any warning knock at their door or directive to abandon ship.

Some two hundred yards from the ship, an emergency boat was tossed and overturned by a huge foaming tide. The panic-stricken shrieks of its crew subsided due to the merciless howl of angry winds, as they got drowned under the turbulent marine surface.

A bucket came flying from some part of the sinking ship and hit Selena on her bare feet. She yelped and hopped as Christopher dragged her on.

They ran round a creaking mast and lost their balance as Czarina Catherine was going nose down. The lightening struck on and caught the foremast alight; its furled sail dropped like a flaming scrap of canvas about them. A gigantic wave hit on the lurching deck of ship, sweeping the struggling people off to deep.

“SELENAAA!!!” She heard Christopher cry her name as they were carried away into the angry ocean. That was the last word he could say to her. Getting clouted on head by an impeding rail, he went down the deep like a little twisted mass into the heavy fall.

As helpless as her hubby, Selena hit the marine surface, head first. Her breathing was held on reflex before she could emerge on the surface. An onrushing current swept her struggling form, almost throwing her unto a large floating log. There, her head got blown on the wood and she went limp like some sleeping mermaid. Everything around her became black, blacker and still…

The fainted redhead remained oblivious of the drag net that had caught her after some hours. Four hefty fisherwomen, skimpily dressed as per femelandian fashion, pulled her aboard their boat. They wondered at the weight of the thing which required much force to pull on. Their brown faces peered hard at her in the dim light of dawn, which felt a lot calmer unlike last night. A hand lifted the stray curls off Selena’s face. Other hands turned her curvaceous form over, which was almost nude under the torn shreds of camisole.

One fisherwoman held the wrist of unconscious redhead and declared, “She’s alive.”

“We’re in luck Moreen.” said the heftiest of four as she took liberty to touch and squeeze on Selena’s right tit. “The chief will be happy to see her.”

And she was quite correct…

Chief Dagmar of Totabu tribe was reported of this unexpected arrival, when she was eating Sarli between her thighs. The personal maid was in her late-forties and wasn’t much beautiful. Nevertheless the lesbian chief liked her; because she always preferred huge-titted and big-bottomed women. Lying spreadeagled on bed, Sarli had her eyes closed. She pinched her own nipples, savoring upon Dagmar’s manual and oral invasion of her creamy pussy.

Clad in tweed bra and skirts, a young maid pushed open the door of Dagmar’s stone-walled hut. The chief had to take her mouth from Sarli’s slippery cunt and turned her head to look at the unwelcoming intrusion. But noticing a look of excitement about that maid, Dagmar had to hold back the urge to shoo her out.

“What’s so special Phyllis?” asked Dagmar, with a stern look on her face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Chief. But there’s a news, I thought would interest you.”

“Hummm… proceed!” Dagmar said, frowning at Phyllis.

“Just a while ago, Pomona and her comrades caught a woman at the Eastern Coast. She was out cold, floating in the waves. They are waiting for your orders to make the next move.” Phyllis explained.

“A woman!” said Dagmar raising an eyebrow. “Tell them to take her in the Chamber of Vanity. I’ll meet you there in no time.”

Phyllis bowed and departed before Dagmar could resume in doing cunnilingus on her personal maid.

Following Dagmar’s orders, Phyllis supervised the fisherwomen for carrying Selena to the chamber. Like a cavelet, it stood as the magnificent hall not farther from the Eastern Coast. Inside, it was well illuminated by six torches hoisted in the niches of its rough stone walls. Masses of hay-cushions were spread out as bedding where they laid Selena on her back.

Accompanied by Sarli, Dagmar entered the Chamber of Vanity after some minutes. The chief, unlike her folks, was clad in a long black cloak and a black feather cap.

All the women stood around the supine hottie, staring at her in silence.

The femelandian tribe of Totabu was led by lesbians for centuries, who maintained its women-only population on a small piece of land. Their forty-seventh chief carried on ogling at the unconscious beauty. She felt a crazy pounding of heart into her breast. Though Sarli was always there to make most of her nights steamed up; but never in her life, had Dagmar wanted a woman that bad. Inspite of herself, she was smitten in love. The Cupid’s arrow had hit hard at its target.

A faint smile appeared on Dagmar’s lips as she nodded to Phyllis.

The maid turned and went to a carved cabinet at the opposite corner. She took a vial full of some pink substance and walked back to kneel besides the supine redhead. She uncorked the vial and forced Selena’s mouth open to put a drop on her tongue.

It worked instantly. The redhead coughed as she came to her senses. She flipped open her eyes and heaved, blinking at the semi-dark stony ceiling. Selena groaned as the soaring ache pulsated in her temple. Above her, a light-tanned face was peering with a grin. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she concentrated to get an idea who that woman was.

“You all right, dear?” A high pitched voice echoed nearby. It wasn’t spoken by the woman peering at her. Reflexively she roamed her eyes and located the speaker who said. “The cold won’t affect you here.”

Like the light-tanned woman, the speaker was unfamiliar to her. Most of her sallow face was shadowed in the amber light. Its sharp features seemed odd with that feather cap. Selena looked further down and saw the woman’s cloaked figure stepping in her direction.

“Where… where am I? And… who are you?” Selena felt the questions slip out of her mouth and saw a graceful smile on capped woman’s lips.

“I’m Dagmar, the brave chief of Totabu Tribe who has maintained the community of absolute lesbians at the historical Femelandia Islands.”

“Femelandia… lesbians?” Selena repeated the words which confused her.

“Yes.” replied Dagmar. “We have our own rules and life. It’s a woman’s privilege to live here with another woman, whom she loves.”

Selena blinked at Dagmar and said nothing. She was getting depressed due to the headache. So Dagmar knelt at her left and reached to feel her forehead.

“Hummm… you’re hot as a blazing flame and…” a mischievous smile crept over her mouth as she said, “…sure you look hot as hell. But I know we mustn’t name you a hot woman. We have our names here. Like yours. Let’s know how we should call you.”

The look of depression on Selena’s face was hued with confusion. ‘My name… my name… what’s my name… who am I?’ she reflected, feeling helpless to remember her true identity.

The shrewd chief noticed that too. She looked at the redhead with frowning scrutiny. “Well?” said she questioningly.

“I… I don’t know.” Selena managed to say.

“What! You don’t know your name?” Dagmar pressed on, unbelievingly.

“No.” Selena replied aloud. “I don’t remember anything.” A hurtful expression stole over her face.

Dagmar pursed her lips. Her sharp mind resolved for some moments before she decided to speak with a smile. “Don’t worry my darling.” said she. “I’ll help you revive your memory. Thanks to the Great One for letting you come to me. We’ll celebrate our wedding as soon as you get well.”

“Wedding! With you?” said Selena in a weak tone.

“Yes my love,” said Dagmar with an assured smile before she leaned above Selena and kissed her on lips. Selena closed her eyes as she felt the warmth and intimacy of another woman’s kiss. It filled her with its soothing comfort that subdued the cumbersome headache.

“Everything will be all right after we get married on the full moon due in a week.” declared Dagmar as she moved her head up. “Sarli and Phyllis will take care of you. I’ll send two more maids for their assistance.”

Selena said nothing. She merely blinked at the rising chief of Totabu Tribe, who was smiling at her affectionately.

Dagmar turned to face Sarli. The personal maid stood before her with an impassive look. “You heard me Sarli. Make her ready for the wedding.” the lesbian chief addressed her.

Sarli bowed before Dagmar, who strolled out of the chamber followed by the four fisherwomen.

The idea of marrying with the woman-chief felt astounding to Selena. The half-naked maids, who attended her, looked queer as they spoke with each other in the totabuese language. Only Dagmar, Sarli and Phyllis seemed to know and speak English. Mia and Nuna chatted too little to each other, especially when they were around Selena. None of those tribeswomen were intimidating or rough with her. Of course they were following Dagmar’s orders.

Right from the first day, Selena couldn’t feel disgusted in the company of those maids as their lingering touch and intimate courtesy heated her up. All the four half-naked women gathered about her at night. Sarli and Phyllis took some accessories such as a tub of warm water, a sponge, some pieces of flax and two vials. Mia and Nuna had pushed a cage-like, life-size assembly of orange poles to the mid of chamber. It was designed with hay pads, metal rings, chains and iron cuffs at different angles.

“What’s that?” asked Selena, amazed at the queer structure.

“That’s for your service m’lady.” answered Phyllis as she and Sarli began to undress her.

The two maids were expert masseuses. Their hands felt good to Selena and sent soothing warmth in her muscles as the perfumed oil was rubbed by them over her soft-contoured nudity; especially when they lingered upon her fleshy bottom and huge mammas. The maids knew how to let her forget the confusion of lost memory. Selena lay close eyed, wallowing under the rubbing touch of four hands over her smooth belly and creamy-soft legs.

“You’re very beautiful m’lady.” said Phyllis as she reached to rub oil between Selena’s thighs. The redhead sobbed at that light touch on her sensitive petals.

“Oh I should say, m’lady won’t object if Nuna and Mia join us with her.” Sarli chanted in.

“Ummm…” Selena moaned dreamily, savoring upon the pleasurable sensation generated into her loins, when Phyllis probed a finger at her entrance.

As if waiting for Sarli’s instructions in totabuese, the maids came nearer to the supine redhead. Kneeling on either side of Selena, the girls leant over her. They pushed her arms up, clasped their mouths over her protrudent nipples and teased those pink buds to harden more under their lingual flicks.

“Aaahhhh… Aaahhhh… Ummmmm…” Selena moaned and sighed as she savored upon a couple of mouths pulling on her nipples, and fingers stretching her cunt to steam it under lust. The redhead squirmed under their intimate maneuvers, especially when the masseuses pinched and patted on her quivering pussy.

“It seems m’lady needs some more attention.” Selena heard Sarli’s words; her eyes closed in building heat.

“Look, how wet she’s now.” Phyllis added, licking her own lips.

They continued to suck and stroke Selena for a while until Sarli said something in totabuese.

Reluctant to be hauled on her feet by Nuna and Mia, the redhead was led to the queer assembly which felt quite roomy as she stepped into it. The maids guided Selena to hold a couple of high-hung metal rings while she stood on hay-pads. They cuffed her thighs well apart, chaining them to two poles on each side.

Selena stared at the maids, who were grinning back at her. Before she could ask them for making her stand in chains, Sarli spoke with a mischievous glint in her eyes: “Let’s not keep m’lady waiting longer for us, Phyllis.”

“Of course, she needs to be ready for the Great Chief till the full moon.” Phyllis agreed with her mate before saying something aloud in totabuese to Nuna and Mia.

Selena wondered what those maids had in store for her, as they stepped into the assembly around her. Except for Mia, the three women approached her on front. Selena hissed as Nuna knelt down between her splayed thighs and began to finger her sensitive pussy. The redhead felt a pair of hands squeezing and slapping on her big butts. Instantly she knew it was Mia, who had followed Nuna’s example to kneel at her rear.

Phyllis and Sarli weren’t standing idle before the chained nymph. Squeezing and kneading on Selena’s huge tits, each woman proceeded to pull an engorged nipple into her sucking mouth.

Mia licked on Selena’s deep ass crack in longer trails before pushing her butts apart. Nuna continued to kiss the redhead on her creamy thighs until she was nuzzling into their odorous vertex. Selena bit her lip and sighed under an extremely pleasurable sensation, as a pair of tongues began to lick her anus and pussy.

It was like a very hot, erotic dream. Four mouths were clamped on her nipples, cunt and ass hole; they were sucking, licking and kissing on the most sensitive zones of her golden body. Standing so open before them, Selena shuddered under the rapidly building pleasure in response to their oral service. She closed her eyes in rapturous submission and made a feeble attempt to arch her torso. This caused her tits to be pressed more into the open, sucking mouths of Phyllis and Sarli. Mia carried on poking her tongue into Selena’s anus and Nuna’s tongue flicked on her throbbing clit. Together the two maids buried their faces between Selena’s thighs and butts, bringing her at the edge. The redhead screamed as the violent orgasm shook her all over and she spent her profuse release into Nuna’s hungry mouth.

The maids took Selena to lie on the hay-cushions and started to sponge her body in warm water. The redhead hissed when Phyllis wiped her cunt clean. At this, the women giggled and Sarli spoke aloud in totabuese. Selena took it as a word for Phyllis to produce the flax bra and skirts because she was dressed into them shortly. All the maids except Phyllis left the chamber, who stayed with Selena until she slept contentedly.

Selena began to believe inwardly that she belonged to Totabu tribe and had been a lesbian naturally. Neither she nor any totabuese woman had the slightest idea of her true identity. Dagmar had specially directed Sarli and her mates to let Selena’s memory be clouded for good. That could be done with effect if she was subjected daily into the steamy lesbian orgy. It was Sarli’s duty to report her chief for the happenings of every night and she always received a mind-blowing fuck as a reward to her services. Surely, Dagmar’s orders for the maids to attend and steam up the redhead meant only thing: The lesbian chief couldn’t stand a chance to loose Selena, if her memory was revived.

On the night of full moon, Sarli and her mates sponged the redhead in a warm bubble bath. They took handfuls of perfumed oil to massage on Selena’s curvaceous body before dressing her into a white linen cloak and placing a feathered white cap on her head.

When Selena was made up for wedding, Phyllis and Sarli walked her out of the chamber. In a couple of minutes they joined all the other tribeswomen who chatted with each other, sitting around a large blazing fire. Selena could guess she looked celestially gorgeous in her bridal dress; the rapturously amazed expression on totabuese faces told her so.

Cloaked and capped in black, Dagmar got up as Selena was led by maids towards her. The rest of the tribe followed their chief’s example. Dagmar extended her hand, which was taken by Selena as they smiled at each other.

Dagmar gestured at her left and an elderly woman came humming towards the couple. She was skimpily covered in her dirty tweed cloak, holding a staff which was carved like a large veined cock. Selena had been told by Phyllis that a special priestess recited some incantation before the fire, when a totabuese couple was to be married on the full moon.

Sarli took a bowl of some shimmering substance and carried it towards the humming priestess, for she could dip the tip of her staff into its silver. Then the priestess raised her arms and stared at the full moon, carrying on with the recitation. Selena wondered at the woman, who hadn’t blinked for once.

It took a while for the priestess to close her eyes and lower her arms. Keeping her head up, she started to walk around the blazing fire in an anticlockwise fashion. The woman looked extremely strange for walking smoothly around the flames in one circle and reciting the incantation along.

The priestess stopped her recitation, as she completed her round and waved the staff for throwing it before the couple. The crooked thing landed some distance from Selena and Dagmar.

The groom started to walk with her bride towards the fallen staff. Selena wasn’t confused a bit for those queer proceedings. Thanks to Phyllis, who had confided to her every bit about the totabuese wedding customs. Dagmar was taking quick steps and a faint smile had curved her thin lips. It seemed to Selena that the chief was very excited for her wedding.

They walked on and jumped over the cock-like staff. The crowd broke out in a roar of confused shouts. As excited as her groom, Selena noticed the old priestess stooping to retrieve the shaft in her hands. Before turning back to her shack, she showed the newly wed couple a toothy grin.

Selena and Dagmar had to stand hand-in-hand at the stone-walled hut. Most of the tribe seemed hearty for the marital proceedings; nevertheless they had to bow before their chief and her bride one-by-one in sober demeanor.

Left alone after sometime, Dagmar took her bride into the hut and closed its door. Fascinated by its contents, Selena looked around. There were coarse woven mats on the grass covered floor. Spears and knives were hung on the opposite walls. The vast bed was softened with fresh moss and ferns; an indigo dyed sheet of linen-like material was draped over it. Two halved coconut shells were placed on timber stools. Wicks were fixed into them, which burnt into the sea of perfumed oil. They cast a pale scanty light, illuminating the interior of hut in a softening hue.

Dagmar’s deliberately made cough roused Selena from her dreamy contemplation of the interior designs. She looked at her groom. They smiled at each other before the chief spoke: “You seem to like our wedding arrangements, darling.”

“Oh, it’s so beautiful in here.” Selena said cheerfully.

“But not as beautiful as you, my love.” Dagmar said.

Selena was pulled by Dagmar into a tight hug, when she found herself looking into the ogling eyes of her groom. Their lips met in a warm lingering kiss; the two mouths were locked under the mutual pressure of passion. She closed her eyes. Dagmar’s lips felt so soft against her own; unlike something hard which tried to poke her between thighs.

The redhead moved her head, breaking their kiss. “You’re hurting me, you know.” she said, pouting her lips in a mock frowning expression.

Dagmar laughed. “No worries honey! It won’t last long.” said she.

“What do you mean?” Selena pressed on questioningly.

“If my wife wants an answer, why are we waiting to see each other in glory like dummy idols.” said Dagmar, reaching to untie the cords of Selena’s collar.

“As my husband wishes.” said Selena with a serene smile.

A soft yet hearty laugh was exchanged when they stripped each other. Caps and cloaks were thrown away by them into a far corner. Selena gazed down the slim body of her groom. A light pink strap-on was dangling between Dagmar’s thighs, impressing upon her like a real cock. Almost impulsively, she reached to stroke along its crooked length.

“You like it babe, don’t you?” said Dagmar grinning.

Selena looked up and saw a naughty glint into her husband’s eyes. “It’s… it’s so smooth.” she managed to say.

“Yes, and a lot naughtier when it meets a perfect sheath.” added Dagmar as she reached between Selena’s thighs to pat her there.

“Oooo!!!” the redhead yelped. “What was that for?” said she, holding an urge to laugh.

“Just checking how you’d like to get it there.” said Dagmar, jerking her head to indicate at the bed.

They smiled at each other, before their mouths were glued together into a lip-locking kiss.

Dagmar led Selena to bed and pushed her to lie there on back. Leaning atop the sexy redhead, she took her mammoth bubbies to squeeze on. Instantly, the totabuese chief started to kiss and lick on her bride’s teats. While kneading and stroking the firm mass of one boob, she kept on sucking the other in a hungry oral pull. ‘She loves my tits. Oh how she’s sucking them.’ reflected Selena, closing her heavy-lidded eyes.

The redhead sighed as Dagmar sucked hard on her protrudent nipples, releasing each teat in a smack and then proceeded to kiss down her soft belly. But a moan escaped from Selena’s mouth, when the chief had slid down to splay her thighs apart and started to lick her pink cunt. The bride arched her back and made an attempt to lift her hips higher. Dagmar’s mouth felt hot over her pussy. Selena bit her lips. Her groom was lapping at her snatch with a heated vigor.

Selena felt her legs pushed more apart as Dagmar had buried her face deeper between them. She ate her wife, sucking on her salty labia and raising her lingual pressure between them. Her long tongue probed deep into Selena’s wet, slippery cunt. Then her lips located Selena’s sensitive clit and she pursed them over its erectile knob.

Dagmar flicked her tongue on Selena’s clit without a pause. The redhead hissed as she felt Dagmar’s hands stroking on her cunt and coating it with her own oozed wetness.

Selena put her soft hands on Dagmar’s head, urging it deeper into her cunt. Grunting in pleasure, she began to push-up her wide hips into the lesbian mouth. Dagmar saw it as an encouragement and she carried on eating her wife’s pussy.

“Ummm… ummm… ummm… eat… eat me… eat me… oohhh… ” Intense lust stole over Selena’s face as she heaved those words. The lesbian chief then realized that her wife was going to cum.

With an instant move, Dagmar rose. She slid atop the voluptuous redhead and held her thighs to keep them splayed as before. Shifting herself in position between them, the chief managed to touch her rubber tip unto Selena’s twitching cunt.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!!” Selena cried, raising her torso as Dagmar’s cock slid slowly into her lubricated entrance. The redhead opened her mouth to moan for the next push but she couldn’t do it, because her mouth was covered in a passionate kiss by Dagmar’s.

Supporting herself on elbows, Dagmar continued to pound her bride’s inflamed pussy with sure and swift moves. Her slim hips pulled up and plunged down, thrusting the strap-on hard and harder into Selena. She fucked the gorgeous redhead with all the potential she had, enjoying it as much as her darling wife.

Waves of pure pleasure rolled over Selena as Dagmar pushed and repushed the lifeless cock into her dripping cunt. Pinching and sucking on Selena’s nipples, the lesbian hubby went on with her speed and tempo. The fucking fever rose to peak between them. Their canals began to brim up with the hot cum under building lust. Dagmar’s strap-on was pressed hard into her own pussy as she groaned, making the mightiest fucking push.

Screaming in unison, the couple came almost simultaneously. Dagmar’s cock was coated all over into Selena’s cream, as it spilled out on the bed sheet like an erupted lava. The chief bore deep down the hilt of her wife, when her own cum oozed out under the strap-on.

To revive their lost vitality, they lay on their bed into each other’s arms for some time. Then, Dagmar kissed and licked her wife’s voluptuous body from head to toe. She heated up Selena by licking her deep ass crack, sucking her sensitive nipples and eating her twitching pussy. After going through the steaming hot fuck for twice more, they fell asleep spent and terribly tired.

Night passed silently over the Islands. At sunrise, the totabuese women rose from their slumber and went on with their routine.

Selena lived with them in Femelandia as the most contented woman, who remained oblivious of the loss she once had. Being the wife of their chief, she was greatly honoured by them.

But the thing which mattered most to Selena, was Dagmar’s sincere regard and infatuation for her. She cared for her too. Because she knew love begets love.

And so they lived a happy married life, proving that together.

About the Author

Name: Monica Marshal Sex: Female Age: 19 years Figure: Skinny Height: Tall Orientation: Lesbian Status: Attached Smoke: No Drink: Yes

Bill was leading her carefully by the arm toward the barred gate to the women’s holding area of the local jail. She had been brought in for suspicion of driving under the influence after leaving a dinner party at a local hotel. She had assured her concerned friends that she would be fine driving home, but she had likely had two too many, and her erratic driving had quickly captured the attention of the local constabulary.

“She’s all yours, Lana,” said Bill.

“I’ll take good care of her,” she replied. Lana unlocked the gate and admitted the petite brunette, locking the gate behind her.

It was quiet, even for a Tuesday evening, and there were no other prisoners in the women’s wing this evening. Lana sat the young woman down at her desk and completed the requisite paperwork. She was 23 years old, single, and her name was Jeanette. She had no prior record, but would still be spending the night and most of the next morning as she would not be arraigned before about 11 AM. Judge Harris seldom showed up to the court room any earlier these days.

Lana was bored, so she welcomed the opportunity to have this pretty young woman with her for the night shift. Lana herself was attractive, and nearly 5’9” tall. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and although she was 34 years old, she looked no more than 25! Every unmarried deputy, and many of the married ones, had asked her out, but she had turned them all down, saying she preferred not dating anyone with whom she worked. But, the fact was that she really was not terribly interested in men anyway. Being a lesbian in a small town could be difficult, so when she dated women it was always away from the prying eyes of her little community.

Lana completed the intake on Jeanette and led her back to a holding cell. She removed the handcuffs and closed the cell door behind her, rattling the door to make sure it was locked. Although Lana would be able to see directly into Jeanette’s cell from her little desk, the cell could not be seen from the gate or the corridor leading up to the gate. It looked like it was going to be a quiet night.

Jeanette appeared to be distraught, understandable as she had never before been arrested, and Lana felt just a bit sorry for her. She had just poured herself a cup of coffee, and then decided to pour one for Jeanette as well. She offered the coffee to Jeanette who eagerly accepted it. The two women began to chat, and Lana pulled a chair up outside of Jeanette’s cell door. Lana learned Jeanette was a legal secretary in a larger, nearby community. The dinner party this evening had been for one of the attorneys in the firm who had made partner, and the celebration included several bottles of wine. Jeanette had simply not been paying attention to how much she had been drinking.

As they talked, Lana began to look Jeanette over with more interest. She was attired in a strapless cocktail dress that barely reached to mid thigh. Enough cleavage was showing that Lana was sure the girl was not wearing a bra under the dress, and she dared to imagine what the attractive young woman would look like naked and in her arms.

The two moved from general conversation to girl talk, and Lana asked Jeanette if she were dating anyone special. Jeanette admitted she was not, and that she was feeling pretty ambivalent, if not down right negative about men in general. This did not escape Lana’s attention, and she began to flirt, just a little bit, with the sexy young woman. To her delight, Jeanette seemed to be returning her interest, and the looks between the two women became more probing and penetrating. Lana moved her chair closer and placed her hand on the bars separating her from Jeanette. It took a minute or two, but Jeanette soon moved closer and placed her hand on Lana’s, gently stroking it while telling her how much she appreciated Lana’s concern for her. She then lifted Lana’s hand to her lips and warmly kissed it. If there had been any doubt about the response to her flirting with Jeanette, it evaporated from Lana’s mind at that moment.

The two women stood up almost simultaneously and moved toward each other, their lips meeting between the bars of the cell door. Lana slipped her tongue gently between Jeanette’s lips, and felt the girl’s tongue responding immediately. Lana was feeling very much aroused, and she decided she just had to have this sexy young woman, and right away.

“You know, Jeanette, I would really love to come in there with you, but I am just not sure that I can take that chance.”

Jeanette smiled wantonly. “I guess I might be pretty dangerous at that.”

“I have an idea,” Lana responded. “Give me a minute.”

She walked back to her desk, picked up the phone, and buzzed out to the front desk. “Bill, it’s drafty back here tonight. I’m going to close the inner door, so buzz me on the phone if you need me.”

“No problem. It seems like not much is going on out there tonight anyway. I doubt you’ll have another customer anyway.”

Lana closed the door, stuffed a few things into her oversized purse, and walked back to Jeanette’s cell. The look on the girl’s face got Lana even more excited, as did the plan that was now formulating in her mind.

“Jeanette, I am going to come in there with you, but we are going to have to follow proper protocol for my safety and for yours. Do you understand and agree to that?”

“Yes, I understand, and I do agree.”

“Good. Turn your back toward me and back up to the front of the cell. Stretch your left hand out to your side.” As Jeanette obeyed, Lana reached through the bars, put one end of handcuffs on her left wrist, and attached the other to the bars. The process was repeated for Jeanette’s right wrist, and the girl was now securely attached to the bars of the cell. Lana stepped up behind her and gently, yet passionately, kissed her neck. Jeanette moaned just a bit, and was obviously enjoying Lana’s lips.

Lana unlocked the cell and stepped inside with Jeanette. She stood face to face with her, and then leaned forward, kissing her hard on the lips, pressing her body against Jeanette’s and forcing her tight against the bars of the cell. Jeanette’s response was immediate, her mouth opening cavernously to accept Lana’s tongue. Both women were beginning to heat up measurably, and they stood for just a moment, breathing in that aroused way that only passion can evoke.

Lana stepped back, carefully looking up and down the young woman’s body, and she liked what she saw. She moved up to Jeanette again, reaching around her back and pulling down the zipper of her dress while passionately kissing her. She slid the dress down over the girl’s legs, and carefully hung it up after Jeanette stepped out of it. As Lana had suspected, Jeanette was not wearing a bra, so this left her clad in black panties over a black garter belt and black stockings, all matching the stilettos. Lana removed the panties, but left the stockings, garter belt and heels in place.

Lana moved back to the girl, kissing her neck and then working her way down to the delightful breasts, nipples already standing well out from the dark areoles. She gently kissed both nipples, and then sucked the right nipple hard into her mouth while she gently tugged on the left with her thumb and forefinger, rolling and twisting it as well. Jeanette moaned in utter delight.

Lana switched her mouth over to Jeanette’s left nipple, and began using her left hand on the right nipple while her right hand sought out and found Jeanette’s cunt. Jeanette spread her legs to facilitate Lana’s access, and soon found three of Lana’s finger well imbedded into her cunt. Lana continued alternately sucking and twisting Jeanette’s nipples while finger-fucking her cunt and massaging the girl’s now swollen clit. Cum was dripping down Jeanette’s legs, and an orgasm was beginning to work its way through her lovely body. Her back arched, her hips thrust forward, and she suppressed the need to scream as the orgasm wracked her hard and long.

Lana stepped back and carefully removed all of her own clothing. She stood naked in front of the younger woman. She was feeling high from the power of having control over this woman, but was still totally aroused herself. She knew she was going to have to cum herself before this night was over, and she fought the urge, at least for the time being, to slide her finger between her own legs. But she had a long way to go with this young nymph before she would allow herself that pleasure.

Lana glanced at Jeanette’s face, and the expression on her face made it obvious she wanted more! The two again kissed passionately, Lana pressing her breasts hard into Jeanette’s. Sensing Jeanette wanted to return some of her passion, she pulled the chair into the cell and stood on it, allowing her to place her rock hard nipples where Jeanette could reach them with her mouth. She pulled the girl to her breast, and Jeanette immediately began sucking and tonguing the engorged nipple. Lana switched breasts, and by the time Jeanette was done, Lana could feel dampness rising between her own thighs.

Lana stepped down from the chair, went back into her purse, and pulled out a vibrator. Jeanette stared at it wantonly while Lana tested it to make sure it had plenty of battery. She sat in the chair in front of Jeanette, pushed her legs a bit farther apart, and turned on the vibrator. She worked it over Jeanette’s stomach and thighs before gently touching it to her clit. She exploded almost immediately, and a second orgasm following the first very quickly.

Lana could wait no longer, so she turned the vibrator to her own clit, thrusting it in and out of her now sopping cunt until she also exploded in orgasm. But rather than bringing any sense of relief, the orgasm just seemed to intensify her need to have this young beauty! An idea popped into her head, and she started the ball rolling by kissing Jeanette hard and saying, “You know I own you for tonight. You are my slave, and if you are a good cunt, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” she replied.

Lana went to a storage cabinet and found a pair of “leg irons” that were occasionally used to control unruly inmates. She threaded them through the bars in such a way that when she attached them to Jeanette’s ankles, her legs would be spread wide open making her cunt readily available to Lana’s whims. She cuffed the girl’s ankles, and asked her if she was OK. “Yes, mistress, it feels good!”

Lana once again sat in the chair and began toying with the brunette’s cunt. She slipped in two fingers, then three and four. Jeanette was thrusting her hips hard against Lana’s hand, seeking to drive it even deeper into her soaking wet snatch. Lana now put her thumb at the entrance to Jeanette’s cunt, slowly pumping in and out along with the other fingers until she had managed to bury the entire hand into her. Jeanette was beside herself with ecstasy, pushing as hard as she could with her hips against Lana’s hand. Lana worked Jeanette’s clit with her other hand, and this time Jeanette was unable to contain the scream as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her delicious body.

Lana removed her hand from the girl’s cunt, and unlocked the leg irons so Jeanette could stand more comfortably. She kissed the girl warmly and told her she had been a good slave so far. “But,” said Lana, “it is time to punish you and then fuck your brains out.”

“Thank you, mistress! I deserve to be punished. And, please fuck me!”

Lana unhooked one of Jeanette’s wrists and turned her around so she now had her back toward her. She reattached the cuff to the bars of the cell. She came up behind Jeanette and hugged her from the rear, reaching around the front and fondling her breasts while she ground her own cunt against Jeanette’s ass. She then stepped back and to the side and began spanking Jeanette’s ass, hard. The girl did not cry out, but Lana could see she was biting her lip to avoid doing so. When Jeanette’s ass was bright red, Lana gave her one last hard swat. She then reached into her purse, got out a tube of hand lotion, and rubbed it lovingly into the girl’s reddened ass.

“Thank you, mistress. I deserved the spanking. Are you going to fuck me now?”

Lana said nothing but walked back to the storage cabinet and came back carrying a night stick that was easily two feet long. Jeanette’s eyes widened, but all she said was, “Please fuck me, mistress. Please shove that cock up my cunt.”

Lana positioned herself behind the lovely young ass and positioned the end of the night stick right at the entrance to the sopping wet cunt. No extra lubrication was needed, despite the fact that the stick was nearly two inches in diameter. She slowly inserted the night stick into Jeanette’s cunt, just an inch at a time until she could get it in no farther. She then slowly began to work it in and out of Jeanette’s cunt, bottoming it out, with each stroke. It was nearly five minutes this time before the girl came, although a second orgasm overcame her within 30 seconds of the first. Jeanette was totally spent, but Lana was still randy and in need of relief.

She removed the cuffs from Jeanette’s wrists, picked her up and carried her over to the bed in the cell, holding her lovingly, stroking her hair, and kissing her sweetly.

“Mistress, may I make you cum now?” This was what Lana wanted to hear. Jeanette stood up, and Lana fell back on the bed with her hips right at the edge. She spread her legs wide, and Jeanette literally dove into her cunt with her mouth and tongue. She rimmed Lana’s asshole, and licked her cunt from one end to the other, shoving her tongue as far as possible into the sopping cavern. Her tongue soon found Lana’s clit, and she worked it expertly, bringing Lana to orgasm after orgasm, cum running down her thighs and all over Jeanette’s face. It was incredible! They then got into the classic sixty-nine position, eating each other’s cunts with gusto until they had both cum one last time.

They lay together in the bed just holding onto one another until Lana heard the brash ringing of the phone. She ran down to answer it. “I’ve got another guest for you,” Bill said,” We should have her down there in about five minutes.”

“Make it more like ten, will you? I need to use the bathroom.”

“No problem.”

Lana told Jeanette they would be having company and suggested she get cleaned up and dressed right away. She picked up all of the paraphernalia, kissed Jeanette and apologized for having to lock the cell door again. She put everything away before running back to the restroom to get washed up and dressed before the new prisoner arrived.

The next day, Jeanette appeared before old Judge Harris. She was stunned when he told her that in view of her having no prior record, and her cooperation during her brief confinement, he was dismissing the DWI charge if she would plead guilty to reckless driving. She did do, paid the fine and was released. She left the courtroom and walked out to the parking lot where she found Lana leaning against her car.

“I don’t know what to say, but thanks!” said Jeanette. “A drunk driving conviction might have cost me a lot of money, not to mention my job.”

“I hope you learned your lesson,” chided Lana. “I’d just hate to have to punish you again!”

Jeanette smiled. “I wouldn’t hate it.”

They agreed to meet for dinner on Friday night. Out of town, of course.

About the Author

Ben Galloway is an amateur writer who loves women,