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Daughters - Susan Ch. 01

By: Lisa Summers



Daughters of the American Evolution - Susan, Ch 01

Stories from one front of the global war

* * * * 

This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Family Interactions Therapists'', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. The first story, and the best place to get a look into how this mysterious organization "converts" women, is "Daughters - Rebecca, Ch. 01-04" in the Incest story section.

* * * * 

"C'mon Susan, I really think you'd enjoy it. I mean, that''s why I want us to do it!" Joe, my husband, said.

He actually thought I'd believe that.

"You mean, you'd enjoy it," I retorted.. "Everyone knows that guys get off on having two women at once." I was really starting to feel angry - not so much at the thought of being in bed with another woman, though I'd never really considered such a thing, but at my own husband for having such little respect for my intelligence.

"No, no, no," he said. "It wouldn't be me having two women at once - you're all the woman I could ever want - it's the thought of you having fun with another woman. Honest." He really was transparent, and kind of dense. Still, he was my husband. While I wasn't about to let him have another girl in our bed, there was no need to hurt his ego or his pride. Maybe if I just put him off...

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll think about it, okay?" He hugged me then, and nearly broke my ribs.

"Oh thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes alight with excitement.

"I only said I'd think about it," I said as he rushed off to work. Leave it to a man to take a piece of ribbon and try to weave a set of draperies out of it!

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of ever sharing my man, and our bed, with some strange woman. That was just crazy, and I could see it breaking up the marriage of every woman foolish enough to ever let it happen.

Joe and I - I'm Susan Wright, and he's Joe Wright - had been married for fifteen years . I was thirty five, he was thirty seven. We'd met in college, at the College of Charleston, located in South Carolina. I'd been on the pom pom squad, and he'd been the kicker on the football team, but please don't think we were complete idiots for that. I was a bio-science major, and he was in engineering.

I'd gotten a pretty good job supervising a microbiological analytical lab with my degree, and Joe had gotten a good job with an engineering firm in Raleigh right after we got married, four weeks after we graduated. Our lives had been pretty conventional since then. We hadn't been blessed with any children, but we filled that void in other ways, by helping out at our church, and with volunteer groups.

Now, you might be wondering about our love life, since Joe was pestering me about another woman. It's true we hadn't been making love as much as we had when we were first married, but isn't that true of every marriage? We would normally have sex about once every two weeks to four weeks, and I'd manage an orgasm at least a quarter of those times, although the last year had been a little thin for me in that regard. 

Joe, of course, came every time, and pretty quickly too, then he'd fall asleep. It wasn't his fault, men are built that way.

I still had a certain reluctance to use masturbation as a means of release. I know consciously that there's nothing wrong with that, but a somewhat strict upbringing had nonetheless imposed some subconscious inhibitions against it. So, there was a certain level of frustration, and it had been over a year since I'd cum last. That might have had something to do with subsequent events.

I went back to cleaning the kitchen before leaving for work. I had some volunteer mentoring to do at the church school later, and Pilates after that. My schedule was pretty full.

* * * * 

"So, have you thought about, um, my idea?" Joe ventured after dinner.

"Your idea?" I said.

"Yeah, you know...having another woman to help you have a really great orgasm?""

"That's not how I remember the conversation," I said. "Didn't you want to have me, and you, and some strange woman in our bed?"

"Well, yeah, but it's the same thing," he said. "Please think seriously about it, okay? And there might be some woman at my office who, uh, could do it."

"Are you seeing another woman? At your OFFICE?" I nearly screamed.

"No, you know I'm not," Joe said. "I'm either here, or in the office - working - or volunteering with the flag football team at church. You KNOW I'd NEVER cheat on you!"

"Well, make sure you don't. I think I'd kill you if I knew you were cheating on me. Or at least divorce you and take you for all you're worth. You're a good husband, Joe, why do you want to do this?"

"Don't you think our love life could use a little spice, honey?" he said. "I mean, it's the same old...it can't be much fun for you." I softened at that. I appreciated that my man was thinking of me.

"Alright...I really will think about it," I said. "But I'm not making any promises."

"Oh, great," he said. And I'll check with this contract worker, Sandy, at the office - IF you say it's okay, I think you'd like her."

"What makes you think she'd want to do something like that?" I asked him, suspicious.

"Well, she let it be known that she's bi, and she already has a girlfriend...and I think she could use some extra money. So, there wouldn't be any attachment, and she's a contract worker so she'll probably be long gone a year from now, meaning no awkward office situation, and if we pay her, all of our consciences can be clear - no attachment." Joe really was much smarter than people gave him credit for, I had to admit that.

"Um, okay, like I said, honey, I'll think about it."

With me, 'thinking about it' usually means checking with my best friend since grade school, Penny Alexander. She's beautiful and smart and clever, and usually right about things. I called her the next day to meet for lunch.

"Hi Penny, how's Ted?" I asked, when she answered the phone.

"Oh, fine." And Joe, how's he?" she responded.

"Oh, he's fine. And Brianna, how's she doing?" I asked.

"Oh, she's beautiful and smart and clever," Penny said. Brianna was Penny and Ted's daughter, a senior at NC State. And if you're wondering, Penny didn't go to college. She got a four year head start on starting her family.

"Huh, that sounds just like you," I said.

"So, what's up, honey?" asked Penny, ignoring my compliment. I explained my situation to her. 

She clucked her tongue, and commiserated, and said things like "Men!" and "You should do what YOU think is right" and all like that. In other words, she was a good friend, and didn't try to steer me in any direction.

Finally, she said, "What do you think you should do?"

"Well, umm, I was thinking of letting Joe go through with it - but just once." Penny snorted, but didn't say anything else.

"You think if I do, he'll eventually leave me," I said, trying to interpret her snort.

"Or you'll leave him," she said. I could hear the shrug in her voice.

I thought about both alternatives. "I think I'm more likely to lose him if I don't throw him this bone," I said. "And me leaving him - you mean, I'd either end up hating him, or find out I like girls?"

"Stranger things have happened. And you like me, don't you?" Penny said.

"Yeah, but that's different. We're friends...and we've never slept together," I said.

"Ah ha, you forgot our sleep overs in fourth grade!"

"I don't think that pillow fights, and eating pizza and drinking kool aid until we puked, were quite the same as a lesbian relationship," I said.

"No, I suppose not," she said.

"Speaking of puking, I think I can go through with it, but with my nervous stomach, I might puke all over this chick," I aid.

"Well, that would teach her some kind of lesson, I'm sure," Penny said. "Anyway, my doctor gave me a prescription that's really good for nausea. I'll bring you some. It'll take your mind off a queasy stomach."

"Thanks, Penny," I said. Then we went on to talk about girl things - I'm sure you wouldn't be interested.

* * * * 

"Okay, Joe, I've decided," I announced that night.

"And..." he said. I could tell he was nervous.

"Joe....I think it would be okay, but, there have to be some ground rules." I could see a smile start to break out on his face. 

"It would be one time, it would be here, and I would meet the girl first, to see if we get along. I'm not giving any of those rules away."

"Woo hoo! Oh, thanks, honey! I KNOW you're going to love Sandy, and she's going to love you. I bet you guys will become best friends."

"I'm not looking for any new friends, Joe," I said. "But I do want to make you happy - and I think this will." I hoped that I was right. The two alternatives I'd thought of with Penny didn't sound appealing.

"So, if you could bring her over, say, on Tuesday night, I could get to know her, okay? And we will NOT be having sex with her that night - please make that clear." As awkward as I felt, it would be far worse if she were led to believe we'd be doing anything that first time.

"Sure thing, honey," Joe said, happily.

We had sex that night, Joe and I, and at least Joe went away happy I sighed as he snored next to me in bed. I could only hope that Joe's harebrained idea just might work out. I could really use the relief.

I was pretty nervous building up to the big meeting, and finally the big day came. I made sure I had my makeup done carefully, and that my outfit didn't have any holes or stains - I had let my wardrobe choices slip over the years, so finding something that looked okay, and that I was comfortable with, was difficult. And I wasn't going to go out and buy a new outfit just to meet with this woman. If it went further than that, well, then we'd see.

Still, I worried. I could just imagine being rejected by the 'third wheel', and I didn't think I could bear that kind of rejection. Of course, I kept Penny updated as to what was going on. Much to my relief, Sandy turned out to be very sweet, and very pretty. More importantly, she put me at ease right away. My stomach was fluttering,, and I was sorry that I hadn't gotten that medicine from Penny. But it worked out fine.

You'd think I'd worry about her being younger and prettier than me, which she was, but her manner was very comforting and easy, I think because she seemed more like a country girl than some conniving hussy trying to steal my husband. I just trusted her.

Sandy Philips was twenty four, and had been married for three years, getting married at eighteen, and had gotten a divorce three years ago when her husband was convicted for stealing electronic equipment from the technical firm he worked at. According to her story, she'd met a woman at one of her temp jobs since then, and she'd discovered that she preferred women "exclusively."

"What do you mean by 'exclusively'?" I asked her, as the three of us sat together, drinking iced tea in our family room.

"I do not want to have sex with men," she said. I stared at her, then at Joe.

"But...but you said..." I stuttered. I could feel my face turning bright red. "Joe, you said, um, that Sandy..."

Joe looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, honey, I thought that, um, Sandy, well, I saw a picture of a guy on her desk and I thought..."

"That's my brother Jimmy," Sandy said, staring at Joe as though he were a complete idiot. "If you'd asked..."

"Look, Mrs. Wright - Susan - I thought Joe had made my position clear. I apologize for the misunderstanding." While her glance at Joe appeared noncommittal, I could feel the anger. And honestly, I didn't blame her - I was feeling it myself. If Sandy was going to spend the evening with Joe and I, it would be she and I together, maybe even having sex. 

I hadn't really thought about what exactly might occur in a 'threesome,' I just had a vague idea of the three of us drinking some wine, maybe kissing, then Joe somehow getting off. If the girl were bi, I figured that she wouldn't be staring at me the whole time. But if she were a lesbian, who knew what she'd do?

But as I thought more about it, it occurred to me that I was probably as much at fault for the misunderstanding as Joe, and I softened. The evening was obviously going to be a disaster, and the threesome wasn't going to happen, but that's no reason to be rude. Sandy seemed like a nice girl, and in spite of my telling Joe I didn't need any new friends, well, a woman can ALWAYS use friends.

"Sandy, please don't worry about Joe...and me," I conceded. ""I think we tried to rush into this thing, and we didn't think things through very well. It's our fault for the misunderstanding."

"Oh, Susan - may I call you Susan? - I was sort of at fault too," Sandy said. "I've seen your photo on Joe's desk, and I have to admit, I think you're very pretty. So, I was hoping..."

I was a little stunned at the compliment. I hadn't been thinking of myself as 'pretty' lately, and to hear this cute, young girl say that was, well, different.

We began talking about anything BUT sex, and that was really the time that I became interested in Sandy, as a person. Her brother was in desperate straits, medically, and Sandy was helping to pay his bills while he was in the hospital. That was a big part of why she'd agreed to the threesome originally. 

That certainly gave me something to think about. There's a big difference between spending time with another woman so that your husband can get off, and helping a friend, right?

"I was thinking," I began, after a lull in the conversation. "This was supposed to be just one time, right?" Joe brightened a little - he'd been looking pretty sad when Sandy revealed she wasn't bi, but rather, a confirmed lesbian.

"That's how I understood it," Sandy said.

"Yeah," Joe said, looking from Sandy, to me, then back at Sandy.

I was rethinking my initial objections, and the realization that, if we went through with this thing, that Sandy's interest would be exclusively in me. I mean, it WAS a little flattering. A lot flattering, actually.

"IF this happened, I wouldn't have to do anything....you know, um, to you, would I?" I asked.

Joe actually started smiling.

"Not if you didn't want to," Sandy said, shrugging. She looked at Joe. "Right?" Joe nodded, several times.

"Sure, whatever you two say!" His smile was so wide, I thought his face was going to split in two. His plan had gone from disaster back to possibly being on the schedule.

I thought about how it would be, if Sandy and I were together, naked, in a bed. At thirty five, you can see where that was inescapable.

Sandy was twenty four years old, with short, blonde hair - I have mid length glossy black hair, she was about 5' 6" tall, two inches taller than me, and at 130 pounds, she weighed ten pounds less than me. In addition, she was pretty athletic. 

"I play a lot of softball...when I can," she explained. Clear blue eyes, unlike my brown eyes, and with a pleasant expression, she explained that she'd grown up fishing and hunting with her three older brothers in Georgia. I had to admit that she was very pretty, but she had a slim build, with smallish breasts and a boyish bottom, as opposed to my slightly plumper body.

That was actually a little bit of a relief to me. I have fairly large breasts, even if they are starting to sag a little, and a round, full ass that's always excited Joe. And my Italian heritage, with an olive-complexion, contrasted with her Scandinavian background. I was becoming more certain that Sandy wouldn't be stealing Joe from me.

"I guess I'm a little bit of a tomboy," she said with a smile. I felt a little tingle at that, for some reason.

The rest of the conversation ran along those lines. As I said, I found her to be very nice, and not at all to be a competitor for Joe - which was my biggest worry. So, I took a deep breath, my stomach fluttering again, and made a decision.

"Joe, I think Sandy's very lovely. I hope you like us, too, Sandy?"

Sandy smiled. "I think y'all are just a sweet couple, I do," she said, then got up from her seat across the room, walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. I was charmed by her gesture, though momentarily alarmed when she first approached me!

I though Joe's face would split, what with the shit-eating grin on his face, but I was happy that it looked like things were working out. It really seemed to mean a lot to him, and I was beginning to think we could get through this without any damage to our marriage. I never wanted to lose Joe.

We three decided that Sandy would come over next Saturday night, and that was when Joe would get his big chance to have a threesome. Sandy left, and I wasn't too surprised when Joe proceeded to fuck me within an inch of my life - he hadn't been that enthusiastic in the last ten years. Unfortunately, I didn't cum, and I lay awake for hours thinking about the whole thing. I was really wondering what Sandy would be doing, where I wouldn't have to reciprocate.

I knew that women with other women would probably kiss a lot - that's something that every woman likes, and I couldn't believe lesbians wouldn't like it. Massages, too - that would be very nice. Everybody likes that, too, and if Sandy massaged me, I knew I'd like that. It was just if she tried to touch my pussy or ass that I might feel queasy. And of course, I wouldn't touch her there, though maybe - maybe - I'd touch her breasts, if it seemed right, But other intimate areas, no way!

I didn't know what to think of other things that women sometimes do with other women. Would she kiss me, um, down there? I had no idea, or if I would even allow it. I hadn't much enjoyed it when Joe tried it. He still didn't seem to understand the function of a clit. Dozens of thoughts flew through my brain, keeping me from sleep.

Eventually, though, I did fall asleep, and awoke hoping I had made the right decision.

That next day I met for lunch with Penny again.

"So, spill it," she said, with a smile on her face. A wisp of her long, brown hair blew in the breeze, while we sat at a small table for two at her favorite sidewalk café. Her big, floppy hat kept her face in shadow - it was hard to read her eyes.

I told her about the whole thing, and that we were set for Saturday night.

"Really?" Penny exclaimed with a grin. "That sounds really exciting! I can guess how Joe feels about it - how do you feel about it?

"Well, our sex life hasn't been very good for a long time," I said. "So....maybe this will really make a difference..."

"What's this woman - Sandy? - what's she like? Is she nice?"" Penny asked.

"Oh yeah, she really was very nice. I think we got along well," I said.

"No uncertainty or jealousy? I know how you sometimes take things to, well, not ''an extreme', but you DO worry..." I thought I heard concern in Penny's voice.

"No, I don't think so," I said. "She is cute - very cute, as a matter of fact - but she's a lesbian, not bi like Joe first thought. I don't think she has any intentions other than what is expected. As a matter of fact, she specified that she wouldn't have to have anything at all to do with Joe, just with me..."

Penny laughed. "Well, now! Our little girl's gonna take a walk on the wild side - I want to hear all about that!" She took a sip of her iced raspberry tea. Then she spoke again.

"So, it sounds like it was a good idea," Penny replied. 

Again, I had trouble reading her eyes with that hat. "Would you like to do lunch on Saturday, sort of a pep rally? And that'll give you a chance to make sure your stomach's okay - you know how nervous you get," she said.


Daughters - Susan Ch. 01



"I appreciate that, sweetie," I said with relief. "It would be kind of a pep rally, wouldn't it? I could build some enthusiasm, make sure I don't chicken out, and get my strategy together."

"Well honey, I can't tell you how happy I am that you're happy, and I think this will work out for you. But now, darling,I have to go - I've got an appointment, with my own daughter - it seems like you have to schedule everything these days!" She stood up, walked over to me, and bent down, kissing my cheek. She took off her hat momentarily, and looked into my eyes.

"I'm really happy for you honey. I think this is going to open up a whole new - happier - vista for you."

"Thank you," I said, very happy that she was okay with the idea. That made me certain it had been the right choice. Penny was rarely wrong about relationships.

* * * * 

Saturday finally came - I thought it never would. Frankly, there had been a heightened level of excitement between Joe and I, and he, at least had gotten some payoff, though I still had yet to cum. Something was holding me back, or maybe Joe was just doing it wrong, lol.

I went out for my lunch with Penny, and we met at our usual café. I didn't need to try anything new - the coming evening would be plenty of new experiences for me.

Penny talked about everything but the coming evening. She always could read me, and I think she knew that if we got into what was coming, that I'd be vomiting from tension, right there at the table. She talked about Brianna, her daughter, and how their relationship had improved a great deal recently. Honestly, though, I only listened with half an ear. In spite of Penny's efforts, I was still pretty focused on what was coming.

"Well honey, you should probably go," Penny said. She'd been holding my hand across the table, which gave me a lot of solace and comfort. "Oh, by the way, here's that stomach calming medicine I promised you - just in case you might want it. Take one spoonful about an hour or two before she comes over. You won't be worrying about your stomach that way."

"Oh, and one more thing," she said. "Here's a little present for you - from your best friend. Open it up when this girl gets there, okay?" She handed me a box about the size of a gift box a blouse would come in, wrapped in a lovely gift wrap and ribbon with bow, but no card.

"Oh, Penny, you didn't have to..." I began.

"Honey, I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. I love you, sweetie!" Penny finished. I felt tears threatening to emerge, so I hugged my sweet friend as hard as I could, loving her for all she had meant to me in my life.

"Penny, I can't tell you how helpful you've been to me," I said. "Really, thank you SO much!"

"You'd do the same for me," she said with a smile. "Now go, and have some fun! You deserve it."

I returned home, and like a mother hen, made sure that I hadn't neglected anything important - you know what I mean - was the house clean?It's funny, I guess, the whole thing could go wrong, but I had to make sure that my house wasn't dirty! Only then did I start worrying about how I'd look. I'd picked out my outfit days before, so, thank goodness I didn't have to spend any more time on that. It had only taken me an hour to decide on the outfit...

"Honey, you're fussing like a cat in a dog kennel," Joe said, as he watched a baseball game on TV.

"How can you be so calm?" I asked, marveling at his calm demeanor.

"I dunno," he said. "I guess because whatever's gonna happen, is gonna happen....and I really did mean it when I said this was more for you than me. I just want you to have some fun."

"Oh thanks," I said sarcastically. "Put more pressure on me!""

Joe got up, walked over to me, and kissed me on the forehead. "Relax, honey. Do you have any stuff for your stomach? Or maybe you should have a glass of wine." That reminded me of the medicine from Penny.

"That's a good idea - thanks, honey," I said, kissing him on the lips, lingering there, then putting the tip of my index finger on his lips. ""I hope we'll have a wonderful evening...and maybe it'll open up a whole new relationship between you and me - not that the old one was so bad."

"Everything, including relationships, can use a little freshening up, right honey?" he said, a smile on his face as he returned to his baseball game.

"Sure," I said, to the back of his head. I sighed, then went to the kitchen for a spoon, and took it into the bathroom off the master bedroom.

I looked at the unlabeled medicine bottle, then decided that two teaspoonsful would be about right. Swallowing the minty fluid, I felt better almost immediately, then began getting ready, laying out my clothes on the dresser. About thirty minutes later, I took a long, lingering shower, and I even found me fingering myself as I thought about the evening to come, imagining Joe, and I, and a still very mysterious Sandy, naked together in our bed.

What kind of things would we do? Would Sandy be mainly focused on teasing and satisfying me, while I pleased Joe? Knowing Joe, it didn't seem like we'd be doing that for all that much time. He'd often cum after ten minutes with me, sometimes even faster, but with two naked women around? It seemed like that might make him cum a whole lot faster than that!

I was pretty sure that Sandy and I would do something together. I didn't think I could ever initiate something like that. It was all I could do to simply say "yes" to the whole arrangement. I could only hope that Sandy or Joe had some ideas.

As I slowly soaped myself, I found myself wondering what Sandy's body looked like, beyond what little I'd seen when we first met. She was cute, and young looking - she looked her age, early twenties. She was slim, almost boyish. I pictured her with her top off, with small, apple sized breasts, I guessed her nipples might be pink?

She probably had a flat stomach, then I looked down at my own, more rounded tummy, and sighed. The thought of running my hand over her stomach and breasts, though, caused a tingle in my clit, and I briefly ran my fingers over my pussy and through my bush, shivering with pleasure...

Oh my god, my BUSH! I certainly hadn't kept up with the current fashions on pubic hair. What if Sandy had a brazilian, and my full, Italian bush turned her off? I could visualize her staring at it in disgust. It had never bothered Joe, but who knew how a stranger, a younger, hipper stranger, would look at it?

It was too late to go to a waxing salon, and I didn't know of one anyway, but I could at least use a razor on it to tame it a little. I took the disposable that I use on my legs and underarms, and did my best to thin and trim my pubic area until I was satisfied. In the process of holding my labia in position to shave that area especially closely, I found myself imagining Sandy helping me.

What an odd thought! Imagining a naked Sandy in the shower with me, her hands on my hips as she faced me, droplets of water running down her body, diverting at her small but firm breasts, then rejoining as they formed a hot stream running over her flat tummy, and through her lovely bare pussy. A wisp of her short, blonde hair, matted over the hairline at her forehead. Her eyes, heavy lidded with lust, her lips, softly parted, the tip of her small, pink tongue just visible, caught between her perfect, white teeth...

"Sweetie, I've been waiting for this ever since Joe brought it up," she said, in my imagination as I stood under the hot spray.

"Oh?" I responded.

"Oh yes, he has several pictures of you on his desk. I'd often linger there when I brought him some paperwork, looking at you...at your pictures." As she spoke, her fingers idly caressed my hips. I could feel a building pleasure at her touch. My pussy itched in a way it never had before.

Her nipples, small and pink, were hard and erect, her hips wide, her pussy only visible as a thin slit between her legs, her mound completely bare.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. "Why did you agree to have a threesome with us?"

"Because I thought of it more as a twosome," she said. "Once we take care of your husband, and we get him out of the way, then I can show you all the ways that a woman can love another woman, and the pleasure they can experience together..."

I groaned, my arms going around the neck of an imaginary Sandy, and our warm bodies came together, our naked femininity joining, her firm, strong hands gripping and massaging my needy ass cheeks, our lips coming together in a sweet, then hotly passionate kiss. I could feel her nipples pressing into my generous breasts, and when she thrust her mound hard against mine, I came, deliriously and for a far longer time than I ever had before. 

I leaned against the wall of the shower stall, uncertain of my footing, and when I came back to myself, I found myself alone, my hand between my legs. It had been a shattering orgasm, perhaps the most intense I'd ever experienced during my marriage...I had clearly underestimated what even the idea of a threesome might do for our sex lives! Or at least, my sex life.

I finished washing, then got out and toweled off, the scratchy texture of the towel much more intense than before. "I'd better change our fabric softener,"" I thought to myself. Then I dried my hair, and brushed it out. I felt a little tired, and decided to take a nap before making myself up and getting dressed.

Wrapping the towel around me, the scratchy fabric irritating my nipples into stiffness, I walked out to the living room. "Honey, I'm going to take a little nap before getting ready," I said. "Enjoy your game.""

"Okay, hon," he said, without turning around. "Have a nice nap."

I got into bed, pulling the towel off, the sheets cool against my body. I made myself comfortable, relaxing using yoga techniques I'd learned long ago at a Parks and Rec class. 

I felt movement next to me, and opened my eyes. To my shock, Sandy was lying next to me, nude as before. She smiled at me.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said. "Joe's busy with something else, he won't be coming in here. Now, I'll bet there's some room under that sheet for me, isn't there?" Her smile, and the warm look in her blue eyes, struck a chord in me, and I felt as though there was nothing I wanted more than her naked body next to mine in that bed.

"Um, okay," I said, unable to say no. Sandy lifted the sheet, holding it up momentarily, looking at my own naked body. "God, you're body is SO sweet - you are so beautiful," she whispered. Then she snuggled in next to me, our bodies naked and warm, and so cozy together - I experienced such a wonderful feeling of warmth and security with her there.

Sandy nuzzled my neck, the tip of her nose soft on me there, her breath warm, then I felt the tip of her tongue lightly touching my throat, followed shortly by her warm, soft lips.

"Mmm," she moaned. "You taste salty, and you smell delicious!"" Then I felt her mouth making its way up to my ear, as she kissed me there, softly and warmly, her tongue impudently reaching out and dabbing at the sensitive inside of my ear, tickling me.

I giggled, and turned my head, looking into her blue eyes as she looked down at me. She had a serious expression on her face - I think I did too - when she leaned down and brought her lips to mine, soft, warm and feminine, her breath sweet and hot, filling me.

She slowly lowered her body onto mine, feminine but not passively so, she was assertive and strong, directing me, making me respond to her. It was like having a man on top of me, but entirely different. She was about my size - not big like a man. She was looking at me, at my eyes, incredibly intense - not at my breasts, or pussy. She was involving me in our embrace, in our growing union - not trying to get herself off, like a man would.

"Would you like a nice, gentle massage?" she asked me, her voice soft and intimate. That was certainly different than any male I'd ever heard of!

"God, yes," I moaned, a tingle building between my legs, my nipples pushing up against the sheet. Sandy noticed that.

"Sweet nipples, baby," she whispered, kissing my nipples, the tingle between my legs becoming a moist urge. "Now, turn over," she said.

I did as she ordered, enjoying my submission to her. I felt the sheet pulled away, cool air flowing in, as I lay with my cheek against the cool sheet, my ass slightly raised. I felt Sandy swing her leg over me, and sit lightly on my upper thighs, the moist heat of her bare pussy on my thigh. I felt a trickle of my own moisture between my thighs.

I soon felt her strong fingers caressing, then gently massaging, the top of my shoulders, then down to my upper back, below my ribs, and all the way to the upper swell of my ass. Her fingers were magical, expertly following my muscle groups, bringing a mixture of pleasure and stress relief to each part of my body she touched.

I mumbled "That feels like heaven," and she leaned down, her lips touching my left ear.

"You haven't come close to heaven yet, darling," she whispered, her breath tickling me, her words inflaming my clit. I moaned as I felt myself cumming, my pussy on fire, my hips bucking as I squeezed my thighs together, the pleasure almost exquisitely painful. 

"Ohhhh," I moaned into the mattress, my saliva wetting the sheet below my mouth. I heard Sandy giggle.

"That's what I like to hear," she chuckled She reached between my legs, bracing her hand into the mattress, lifting herself up. Her wrist and forearm were like a long, hard shaft, pressing against my ass hole and pussy.

I don''t know how I knew what she was about to do, but I moved my legs apart, spreading them a few inches. Then, from a position of straddling my legs, Sandy lifted her left leg, and put it between my legs, forcing them farther apart. I could feel cool air on my moist pussy.

Sandy began stroking my pussy lightly, almost tickling me, her fingertips grazing the light pubic hairs I'd missed. My face burned, both with embarrassment that I'd missed some stray pubic hair between my pussy and ass hole, but even more because I was becoming so excited, so quickly, under her touch.

I moaned again, involuntarily. "Ohh, yess," I groaned. I felt Sandy lean down again, and kiss my upper back, her bare pussy pressing into my plump ass cheeks, and I pushed up into her moist heat. She caressed my shoulders again. 

"We have all night," she whispered. "And more." Her fingers continued stroking along the wet ridge of my labia, and when her finger eased into the wet slit between them, I came explosively, my body shuddering with yet another massive orgasm. I had cum more times in one afternoon than I had in the last year of my marriage! And so overwhelmingly...

Sandy straightened out her body, lying next to me, and behind me, holding me. I dozed off in her arms, the most restful sleep I could remember in a long, long time.

I awoke alone, and saw by the clock that I'd slept about an hour since my shower. Then it occurred to me that the entire experience had been way beyond odd. I'd fantasized Sandy seducing me in the shower - that I could understand. But then I'd napped, and had a dream that was a very realistic extension of my shower fantasy, a lesbian dream with a girl I'd only really met briefly the week before.

Either I had a subconscious attraction to Sandy, and maybe to the thought of lesbian sex, or something inexplicable was going on. Was the fear that Penny had mentioned, my becoming attracted to other women, a possibility? Would the evening with Sandy end up wrecking my marriage?

I hurried and put on a robe, then ran out to the living room. "Joe!" I said loudly.

"Huh?" he said, turning from what looked like the end of his game. He looked me up and down.

"Hey, very nice look, you and Sandy ought to get along fine," he leered at me.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked him, worry running through me.

"Sure, why not?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I just have a bad feeling...""

"You're just a worrier," he smiled. "You two got along fine the other day, and you set up the ground rules to make sure we'd just have some fun, nothing more. Stop worrying hon, okay?" He hugged me, but I didn't feel completely reassured.

As I walked back to the bedroom, I could feel my cream running hotly down my inner thigh. I wondered what the unanticipated consequences of the evening would be - I knew that there would be some - I felt it deep inside...

I began to get dressed in preparation for our guest coming.

* * * * 

It was dark when the doorbell rang. It was Sandy, dropped off by the taxi that Joe had arranged.

"Hi, Sandy, welcome back," I said, as she stood at the front porch. I had such a sense of deja vu - I had experienced both a masturbatory fantasy, and a dream about the girl just earlier that day, both of which had brought on unforgettable orgasms. Ever since then, my pussy had been tingling, and my thoughts were full of her face, and body.

I let her in, and she hugged me briefly. "Hi, Susan," she said, her eyes on mine, her smile and her eyes as warm as I remembered them. I felt a warmth inside from her touch, and her gaze.

We sat in the living room, Sandy in a chair by herself, Joe at one end of the sofa, and I at the other.

"Umm, can I get anybody a drink?" Joe asked. Sandy and I looked at each other, looking for signals on what course we should take, then totally misread each other, both of us saying at the same time, in the same tone of voice, "Oh yes, please!' and with the same desperate urgency.

We both looked at each other again, and started giggling.

"Wow, stereo," Joe laughed. He got up and headed for the kitchen. ""Is wine okay?" he asked, looking at us both. Again, Sandy and I looked at each other, smiling this time, and finally got our signals straight.

Sandy said, "Sure, that'd be fine. White wine would be nice, if you have it, or anything but chianti."

Then I said, "There's two bottles of Chardonnay in the fridge, why don't you open one of them?" Joe walked off to tend bar.

I looked at Sandy. "Usually I can read another woman well enough to not talk over her. I guess I blew it this time. I'm sorry." Sandy smiled.

"I was just thinking the same thing, I guess we both misread each other," she said. "I'm not sure what kind of an omen that is for, um, the evening." She looked at me, this time with franker interest.

"Do you mind if I move over to the sofa with you two?" she asked. ""I'm not feeling comfortable over here...you know?"

"We weren't sure - well, I wasn't sure - what the proper seating is for something like this," I stuttered hesitantly. I could barely meet her eyes with mine, both because I was embarrassed at not knowing how 'threesomes' work, and because of my earlier fantasies about her.

"Well, I can assure you, I don't know either, but this feels right," she said, getting out of her chair, walking over to me and sitting next to me, hip to hip, then gently holding my chin with her hand, looking into my eyes, and then kissing me, her lips on mine.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. But I was thrilled that she had taken the lead, and definitely broken the ice. Beyond that, I was more than thrilled to feel her lips on mine, my first overtly sexual kiss with a real woman. It was both sweet and erotic.

Our brief, feminine interlude was shattered by a booming male voice, a slightly false note of joviality infecting it.

"Well, I'm glad to see you two are getting to know each other better!""said Joe, entering with three glasses of wine in hand.

"Oh...yes," I said, slightly dazed. "Sandy and I were just trying to get past the uncomfortable part of getting to know someone." Sandy giggled, and Joe raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it looks like you were successful there," Joe said, only slightly sarcastically, as he handed us our wine glasses. "Seriously, I'm glad you girls are connecting." I took a big swallow of wine - anything to calm my nerves.




Daughters - Susan Ch. 01



Sandy looked at me again - I swear that I heard her voice in my head say, "WE will connect, but not while Joe's playing...," then she smiled. I know it sounds crazy, or maybe it was wish fulfillment on my part, but that's what I heard. I can't explain it - or at least, I couldn't explain it then.

Sandy took a sip of wine. "This is very good," she said.

For the next half hour or so, we made small talk, the wine loosening us all up. I was glad I'd gotten two bottles, although I just had the one glass, we cruised through them both, along with the tray of crudites I'd bought at the supermarket. I guess we all had a case of nerves. 

I noticed that Sandy made sure to keep Joe's glass filled. I had an idea of what she was up to, but I didn't say anything. She did catch my eye when she emptied the second bottle into his glass. I thought I saw a faint smile on her face - but I could have been mistaken.

By the time the bottles were done, I think we were a lot more relaxed. Joe certainly seemed to be. When Joe brought up Sandy's sexuality, it seemed like a nice lead in to the next stage of the evening.

Sandy began telling us about how she enjoyed being gay - not in a strident way, just explaining how it had opened up her eyes. She recounted her introduction to sex with another woman, by recounting a conference she'd been at for medical facility directors, and the older woman who had shown her how different, and memorable, making love to a woman could be from making love to a man.

The woman had suggested they share a room, and they found that they were both very comfortable in each other's company. From there, they had gone on to share a bottle of wine one night in their room, and when the woman 'jokingly' suggested they turn on a soft core porn movie on the hotel's pay-tv channel, Sandy hadn't objected.

The movie, of course, had featured several scenes of lesbian seduction among a story line of 'straight' sex. Sandy had found herself responding to scenes in the movie depicting the women's bodies as they lay together partially clad. When the woman Sandy was with complained of a sore neck, Sandy volunteered to massage it out, ironically, similar to a scene in the movie. Sandy joked about the coincidence, at which point the woman suggested that intimacy between two women "certainly was a natural thing," and events moved on from there, with Sandy and the other woman kissing and ultimately falling into bed together.

Sandy was amazed at the intensity of her orgasms, and from that night on, found that she really had no interest in trying to develop any sort of amorous relationships with men, but that women were much more satisfactory partners, although she hadn't acquired any long term lovers.

Sandy's story bothered me, and at first I wasn't sure why - then it struck me. It seemed as though, sometimes, a woman's discovery that loving other woman was so superior to 'normal' sex, came 'out of the blue.' I mean, the women were just living their lives, comfortable being like almost everyone else, when suddenly something happened that turned them into lesbians - and not even just bi, but lesbians.

What could do such a thing? Would it happen to me if I went through with the evening? Would it be bad if it did turn out that way?

Was there something in the water? (Of course, I knew that was ridiculous - that's how crazy people think.) I tried to put that whole line of thought behind me. I had other, more pressing issues ahead of me, like getting through the evening without throwing up from nervousness. Then I recalled Penny's medicine - maybe another teaspoonful would make extra sure my stomach stayed settled.

I went into the bathroom, and took a spoonful, then a second, to be safe. As I was leaving for the living room, I remembered Penny's present.

"Oh, guys," I said. "A friend gave me, or I guess, 'us', a present for tonight," I said, finding the shirt box.

"Should I open it?" I asked. 

Joe said, "No, that would be silly. Why open a present?" Then he crossed his eyes at me.

"Smart guy," I said.

Sandy shrugged. "Was it a man friend, or a woman friend?"

"A woman. Why?"

"My guess is, a woman would give you something thoughtful, a man would give you something pornographic."

"Well, with this particular woman friend, it could probably go either way," I said.

"Who was it, Penny?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Oh, it's probably porno then," he laughed. I started unwrapping it, then pulled off the top of the box.

"Oh....goodness," I said.

"What?" Sandy and Joe said simultaneously.

"Well, there's a note. It says, "For the happy couple. May your marriage last a lifetime."

"Oh, that's sweet," said Sandy.

"That's it? A note? No six pack, or DVDs..." Joe said, predictably, in my experience.

"Um, yes, that's it...that's all," I said. "And some underwear." I got up and took the box to the bedroom. I turned back as I left - Sandy was looking at me quizzically. I thought my face must be burning - I couldn't possibly read out loud the rest of the note, or show them what was in the box...not there. Not with Joe. I put the box on the bed.

Then I returned to Sandy and Joe.

"What the fuck kind of a gift was that?" Joe asked. "It was a nice note, though. This is kind of a honeymoon for us, huh?" he said. I couldn't answer him. I smiled at him, an empty, false smile.

But that feeling soon passed.

* * * * 

"Unnhh," I'm tired, time for bed, I think," Joe yawned. Ordinarily, such a transparent move by my husband would have been ignored, but the fact was, I was dying for us all - well, Sandy and I, that was the agreement - to get to the bedroom, to see what would develop. And fears were dropping off me like icicles on a radiator. It just needed for something to start us...

"You all were kissing before," Joe reminded us. "I thought it was so sexy, seeing two beautiful women kissing. Would you let me see you do it again?"

"I'd like that," I said, far too quickly, and I blushed. Sandy smiled.

"Yeah, that's how I feel about it, too," she said, setting her glass down. Then she turned to me, and taking my face in both her hands with a light-feather-like touch, kissed me again.

Her lips were soft, and slightly sour on mine, of course from the wine, and her breath was warm and moist on my cheek, then in my mouth, as we both allowed our mouths to open to the other. Her tongue dominated mine, and I felt a submissive thrill at her taking control as we both felt our passion and excitement growing.

"Mmm," I hummed, unconsciously.

"Yeah," Sandy said, looking deep into my eyes. Her look was asking me something... something...

"Hey, let's get ready, okay?" She didn't wait for my answer, but picked up her small overnight bag, and was already on her feet, my hand small in hers.

We headed for the bedroom, and as Joe rose to his feet to follow, she glanced at him, and said, "Not yet, you mustn't see the bride before the honeymoon. It's bad luck." I felt a thrill in my clit at the way she stopped him in his tracks...and at the thought that she and I were going to be alone, and disrobing, at last.

When we got to the master bedroom, she closed the door, and locked it behind us. I didn't try to stop her. Then Sandy returned to me, as I stood by the bed. 

"What did the rest of the note say, Susan?" Sandy asked, her hand resting familiarly on my hip, her eyes on mine, her command total. I picked up the note with trembling hands.

"The note goes on," I said. "For the blushing bride, a honeymoon bra and panty set, with mid thigh stockings, all in white lace. And for the groom, shorty knickers and a cotton and lace camisole, all in black. I tried to get Sandy's sizes right from your description of her - I hope I got it right. Love, Penny"

I started taking out the described articles. They were absolutely gorgeous - I was stunned. Penny had to have spent at least three hundred dollars on the two outfits.

In my size, I found a Belle thong by Charnos. It was a beautiful sheer French lace with satin in the front, and an ornate lace bow, with a thong back, that clearly would show all of my ass off. I didn't have anything that lovely in the fifteen years I'd been married, much less on my honeymoon with Joe.

The bra was a Charnos Cherub full cup. It had a plunging neckline, and natural shaping, beautiful floral embroidery and patterned twin straps.

Finally, a bride's lace stockings, self holding up to mid thigh. All the pieces were in white, the bride's color, the color of innocence and virginity.

Then I picked up the "groom's" outfit. It looked to be very close to, if not exactly, Sandy's size.

First, was a pair of Charnos Cherub shorty knickers in black. They were cut low on the hips, with delicately feathered scalloped edging at the legs. And with lovely embroidered French lace, and a cute bow at the waist. They were sheer and virtually see through.

The second piece was a black cotton and lace camisole, trimmed with white lace at the bust, and had a bow at its v neck.

She smiled. "Well, that's some of the most beautiful lingerie I've ever seen," she said. "And those are for me?" she asked, shyly looking at the two pieces in black.

"Yes...I would think so," I said.

"I can't believe that Penny," I said, stunned by what she'd done. I wasn't mad - actually, I was thrilled and excited. I looked at Sandy.

"So...your friend is suggesting that, um, you and I are going to be on a honeymoon tonight?" She looked thoughtful. "How imaginative," she said, inscrutably.

"I guess the least we can do is see how it works out, right?" I suggested.

I felt a secret fire burning through me, burning up the old Susan, but leaving a new Susan in her place. With these presents, and her suggested scenario, Penny had taken Sandy and I to a whole new level of role playing - but maybe it wouldn't be role playing at all, the way things were going...

Sandy said, "Let's get these things off you, okay?" she said, smiling. "After all, it's our honeymoon, darling. I must get you ready for the pleasures of the night."

Can you imagine how it felt to hear a woman,  woman, talking about "our honeymoon?" 

I nearly came, standing there, as she unbuttoned my printed silk blouse, and then my yellow pleated cotton skirt. My blouse fell off my shoulders, as Sandy floated it off my arms, onto the bed, then unzipped the skirt to fall at my feet. I stepped out of it, as she picked it up, and threw it, too, onto the bed.

She put her hands gently on my waist, then slowly slipped them down to my hips, as she brought her face forward to kiss me. My eyes closed, nearly automatically, as her lips approached mine, making the pleasure of their softness all the sweeter on my mouth. We kissed softly, then more passionately, our breathing becoming more rapid, my excitement growing under her touch.

She pulled back, looking at my bra and panties - the ones I still wore. 

"These are very pretty, you have beautiful taste...but we should honor your friend's choice, no?" 

Her face made a cute little ironic moue, and I found myself nodding agreement. She was hypnotic.

Sandy smiled, then reached around me, under my arms, embracing me. Her breasts pressed through her dress into my bra clad breasts, female warmth both comforting and exciting. She unhooked the bra I had worn, then stepping back as she removed it from my breasts, and off my arms.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, smiling as she looked at my breasts, finding them pleasing. Then she placed her hands on my hips, and - as slowly as any article of my clothing has ever been removed - slowly, slowly...so slowly, shimmied my panties down, off my hips, oh, so slowly revealing my now-trimmed bush -thank goodness I'd thought of that - and the knobby, fleshy top of my clitoral hood, then my deep red slit, between pink labia. 

Sandy peeked around behind me to see my ass cheeks revealed. With a sighed "ahhhh!"" she continued unveiling my nether regions. I giggled at how comically she was doing it, relaxing me immensely, while simultaneously exciting me. I knew there would be a moist gleam between my labia, if she looked closely enough. 

And I hoped that she would.

When she let my panties drop to the floor, I submissively stepped away from the thin fabric. The air in the bedroom felt cool - why else would my brown nipples be pointing at her?

"Now, darling, you must do me," Sandy whispered her eyes transfixing me. I hesitated, and she smiled.

"I mean of course, only, help me disrobe...please." I let go the breath that I had been unconsciously holding.

"Of course," I said. My fingers, trembling, went to the top button of her dress, a three button top V-neck with a tapered waist.

"Your dress is lovely..." I ventured.

"Thank you, it's a Carved Designs Irago dress. I get many compliments on it, and it's so easy to care for....and take off. And put back on, of course." She smiled at my blush. Why was I having trouble breathing?

I took several slow, deep breaths to calm myself. Sandy, stroked my bare arm and nodded. "Just relax, sweetie." I continued with the buttons, my fingers shaking much less now. The second and third buttons went much faster.

I put my hands on Sandy's hips, and lifted the dress up, over her head, her body, clad only in bra and panties, now finally revealed to me, after my fantasizing earlier in the day. My heart skipped a beat - she looked so sexy, her small breasts and wide hips so tantalizingly close, yet still unavailable.

"We're a little closer, aren't we Susan?" Sandy said.

"Umm, to what?" I asked, confused.

"Your husband planned this whole thing to get himself off, right? But he forgot that, before he'd get his jollies, that you, too, would achieve satisfaction and completion....it's been a long time for you, hasn't it?""

"You can tell?" I asked.

"I thought that might be the case when we met the other day....I thought I saw a need in you - I wanted to be the one who filled it. Now, what are you going to do if you find that he can't fill your needs anymore?" There was no question who "he" might be. 

Sandy's eyes were gentle. I realized that she was only giving voice to questions that I was afraid to ask myself

I embraced Sandy, seeking consolation. Her body was alive and warm in my arms - more alive than anyone I'd ever touched. She sought out my lips with hers, and we kissed, again. But this time, we were alone, and both free to give physical expression to the needs that plagued us.

For me, it was the need to explore a different side of myself, my suppressed attraction to this woman. For Sandy, well, I wasn't sure, but I suspected that she was looking to complete herself, to find the one person that we all seek to make our lives meaningful.

"Susan, finish undressing me. Time is short," Sandy whispered in my ear. My fingers went to the hooks on her bra, and her bra fell away from her as I pulled it off her shoulders. Her breasts were charming, her pink nipples already excited and stiff. I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss them, and take each breast in my mouth.

"Your breasts are so pretty," I croaked. 

"Touch them," Sandy ordered me. My hands went to her softness, then my fingers brushed over the hardness centered there, the pebbled flesh rough under my fingertips. I quickly sucked in my breath, then let it out.

"Now, my panties, dear," Sandy reminded me. Her bikini panties rode low on her hips, showing off her lovely, flat stomach. My hands went to her hips, and her panties easily slid off, as I pulled them over the full roundness of her ass, my eyes entranced by her bare mound, and her sweetly virginal appearing, thin vaginal slit, just the barest sign of her sex.

Her panties seemed to float to the floor, as if in slow motion, the whole rest of the time with her as we undressed, as if in a dream. Sandy took my hand, then stepped daintily out of her panties, naked now with me. She then stepped into my arms, our bodies touching without restraint of clothing for the first time. I felt as though a wave of heat were passing between us, from my breasts to her, my tummy to her flat stomach, my wetness to hers, finally my lips to hers as we kissed yet again.

But this time, all of our being came into the kiss. Besides the universe of our lips and tongues touching, I became acutely aware of her body on mine, and of the pulse beating strongly under her sweet breasts, calling to me. I smelled her body on mine, fresh, clean, fragrant and so feminine, her pleasant female scent strong in my nostrils. I heard the small sounds in her throat - sounds of contentment, sounds of pleasure rising, then I realized that I, too, was giving voice to sounds like that.

I gave myself over to the subliminal lovemaking our bodies together had already begun. The heat and moisture between my legs grew, and I thought I felt heat off Sandy's sexual center. Her hips moved slightly on mine - not pressing into me, but rather rhythmically dancing from side to side, her impatience and desire becoming more evident than before.

Our mounds kissed, and I felt a current of electricity stream through my clitoris, then found my own hips aggressively pressing into Sandy's. The feeling was indescribably exciting, and I wanted more. When I felt Sandy's hands on my bare bottom, caressing and squeezing my round ass cheeks, and helping us to press our vital feminine centers together, I came for the first time with her, for real, not in my imagination. 

My mouth went to her shoulder, and I bit her there, softly, my orgasm washing through me, a deep well of pleasure that I had fallen into and was drowning in happily. As my teeth gently nipped Sandy, I felt her shudder in my arms, her voice as she, too, came, a pleasant and sweet victory.

"Ohh god....Susan, yes," she moaned. She shivered for a long minute against me, our mutual orgasms bringing us together as no other act could. I buried my face against her neck, her hand caressed the nape of my neck.

"Sweetness," she whispered. "My sweet one, we've only begun our honeymoon," she said, raising her head up, her eyes bright as she gazed into mine. It was that moment that I really fell in love with Sandy, although I had been heading that way since the shower earlier, and perhaps even before that.

We kissed then, again, soundlessly expressing our vows to each other.

I felt only a slight sadness that it simultaneously sounded a knell for what had gone before, my marriage to Joe. But the brightness of the path before me, darkened and cast into shadows, that which lay behind me in my journey. 

Please don't judge me harshly, but do so if you must. My strength has been increased a thousand fold by Sandy's presence.

"Now, pay attention, my love," Sandy said. She stood back from me, perhaps a foot away, and began caressing my arms, her fingers racing up and down my flesh, tickling and teasing me, making me giggle. 

When she began stroking my sides, I doubled over in laughter. "That tickles, stop!" I begged her. 

She instantly relented, then took me in her arms, kissed me, then brought her right hand to my ass, caressing both cheeks, and her left hand between my thighs. Oh, her fingers were delicious, teasing and massaging my bottom, while also caressing and stroking my labia, pussy and clit. I was impressed by her coordination, but even more so by her knowing way with my body.

I could feel the anticipation building inside me. I just stood there, looking at her, memorizing what I could of her, of her face, and movements, as she brought me higher and higher, ever closer to another orgasm. 

She bit her lower lip as she concentrated on teasing my labia, and alternately fucking her finger inside my lips. Then I saw her catch her pink tongue between her white teeth, and smile, as she circled my clit with her finger. Finally, as she stroked over my clit with that fingertip, she pursed her lips and made a small kissy face in concentration. God, I loved her so, then!




Daughters - Susan Ch. 01



"Ohhh," I moaned, putting my hand on her bare shoulder. Sandy looked at me, her eyes loving me, as I loved her. "Sandy, I'm cumming,"" I cried, as the wave of ecstasy drowned me again. I think I had a death grip on her shoulder, I saw her wince as I came under her sweet fingers. She groaned, but stood still.

As I recovered from an incredible standing orgasm, I looked at Sandy. She smiled, caressed my cheek with her soft hand, and said, "Was it good?" 

"No," I said. Sandy looked crestfallen.

"It was perfection," I finished. She smiled.

"Now, show me what you learned," she said.

I kissed her, my lips brushing hers, accepting the challenge. My left hand went to her bare bottom, much as she had. And as she had, I caressed and massaged her sweet, firm ass. But I wanted to delve deeper, to learn about her heat, and moisture, and tightness there. My other hand went to her mound, playing with her sweet, lovely mons.

My mouth went to her shoulder, softly caressing her there with my lips.

My fingers at her ass caressed her silky skin, as she had done to me, her cheeks sweetly and perfectly rounded, but smaller than mine, athletic and firm under my touch, heat radiating off her. My fingers stroked the curves of her roundness, as she sighed, tightening each cheek as my fingers tickled her. I slipped my fingers into the intersections of ass and thigh, tightly creased, damp with sweat, slickly warm.

My fingers slid below her ass momentarily, between her taut thighs, caressing the frank wetness of her pussy, then sliding back up to her ass, now between her hot, tightly held buttocks, seeking her dark, intimate opening, finding it trembling before my touch, anal ring pulsing tight, then slack, like an uncertain lover's smile. Sandy's sighs, louder now, giving me all permissions.

My index finger, wetted by her excited pussy below, slid into the tight, then slack, opening of her anus to the first knuckle. A quick intake of her breath, my finger delved deeper inside my new spouse, my honeymoon partner, my love. 

A sharp cry signaled her pleasure, a tightening of her body on my finger, words with no literal meaning conveying depths of love, the student had matched the instructor. But the student wasn't finished. 

With my finger warm and secure inside my new female (husband?) (wife?) my other hand stroked her prominent mound, primed for pleasure by her cum of moments before. Fingertips skating over smooth pubic flesh like a figure skater, blades carving turns on sensitive folds of flesh, Sandy moaned and looked at me with the light of desire in her eyes.

"I need you," she moaned, as my finger caressed her hot, swollen clitoris, a small but prominent pink, glistening pearl of pleasure, nestled in the red folds at the top of her slit. I pressed myself into her hip, my own wetness smearing on her side as my finger attended to the pleasure palace that was Sandy's clit, her hips moving of their own accord, as her body responded to my teasing.

"Unnh, it's so good," she sighed, as my finger slipped below her clit, to fuck into her slickly hot slit, and the finger in her ass duplicated the motion. I kissed her shoulder again, as I began finger fucking her ass and cunt at the same time, fingers stroking in and out of her female heat, her body torn by indecision, uncertain of which small cock to worship with response - finally giving up, and cumming noisily.

"Ohh god yes, yes, yessss, fuck me Susan, take me, I want to cum in your arms forever...ever... oh god, I love you love you love you..." her voice trailing off as her orgasm consumed her, and she fell completely into my arms. I stood there, showing my strength as I held her up, until her own strength and awareness returned.

She embraced me as I embraced her, finally bringing her face up to mine, her eyes seeking out mine. A mischievous gleam - "I'm afraid that you weren't paying attention. That's not how I made you cum, my sweet..."

"Keep me after class," I suggested. "Give me extra credit work." 

Sandy became momentarily serious. "Susan, what's happening? I'm falling in love with you - that wasn't supposed to happen, it couldn't happen. And I think you-" She was afraid to say it.

"Yes," I said. "I love you, Sandy. I want to be with you. I want to be in you, and you in me. And where this came from....I don't know." I hesitated.

"I've never loved a woman...before. And now I never want to stop loving you. Is this how it is for other women?"

Sandy laughed. "No!" she said. "Not in my experience." She turned serious. "I've never seen a 'straight' woman, um, 'go gay' as quickly as you did - did you have fantasies about other women, before?'

"No, not at all," I said. "Not until this afternoon, anyway," I said.

"You never even thought about making love with another woman, but now you've cum several times with a woman, with me, AND you feel, um, strongly-"

"No, I LOVE you," I corrected her.

"Okay." She smiled, and squeezed my hand. "And now you love me - ignoring the fact that you have a husband in the other room - doesn't that seem, well, kind of abrupt?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "But it's a compulsion, I can't ignore it. My orgasms with you have opened my eyes incredibly wide. I never had more than a few orgasms with my husband, and never more than one at a time. With you, in the last few hours, I've already probably had six, and they've been incredibly intense, plus it didn't take nearly as much effort. Would YOU want to give that up to return to an unfulfilling marriage?"

"You'd leave your husband for me?" Sandy asked

"I'd leave my husband, to be your wife," I said shyly.

"Then....marry me, please," Sandy said.

"I already have, I think," I said.

Sandy laughed. "Then it must be time for some more honeymoon." I giggled. That sounded good to me.

"Good, now sit in that chair," Sandy said, pointing to the bedside chair. I sat, my legs spreading for my new spouse, as she knelt in front of me.

Sandy spread my thighs as far apart as the chair arms would allow, bringing her face to my pussy, softly kissing my puffy mound, my labia, my wet slit, and my swollen clit. Her lips were soft and warm, gently caressing and pressing me, teasing my sensitive places, sending soft streams of electricity through my loins.

Her tongue, rough and adept, attacked my delicate issues, stroking and scraping my wet labia up and down, tasting my wetness before plunging deep inside me, spreading my pussy with her tongue fucking. My ass slid forward, wanting more, my hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into my need.

"God, Sandy! Lick me, your tongue is so fucking good in me, on me, fuck!" Tension building inside me, anticipation of the sweet storm to come.

Her lips fastened over my clit, and squeezed. A thunderstorm of delight raged through my body, as nerve endings fired once, twice then collapsed, quivering, my entire body the sum of my thousands of orgasms under her touch. I shrieked with pleasure.

Faintly heard knocking on the door. "Hey, are you all alright, are you coming out soon?"

My mouth unable to speak...Sandy's mouth busy pleasing me. Neither of us caring about the questions asked...or the questioner.

Finally, though, Sandy responded. "Yes, Joe, we're just getting Susan ready. We'll be out in a few minutes," as she wiped my feminine cream off her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning at my dazed face.

"We should get ready and get out there," Sandy said, though she clearly didn't want that.

"No," I said. "First, I want to do THAT to YOU." I got up from the chair, my legs shaky after my thousand orgasms, and eagerly putting my hands on Sandy's slim hips, I had her sit in my place.

"Ooh, it's wet," she said, smiling, the spot where her pussy rested already quite moist from my body. I spread her legs, as she'd spread mine, but Sandy, more athletic than I, brought her thighs further to the side and up on the chair legs, as she moved her hips forward, her pussy incredibly available to me, delighting me.

I leaned forward, bringing my face to her fragrant, lovely pussy, kissing another woman's pussy for the first time, but certainly not the last, her slit so tiny under my mouth as I laved and licked her, a mother cat cleaning its young pussy. My tongue inspected and washed over every fold and opening and bump, again and again, Sandy's hips shaking, then rocking, finally thrusting as she, too, came explosively, a squirting of mystery fluid that shocked, then delighted me, her cries of pleasure as loud as mine, her vee warm and wet under my mouth, my face splattered with her wet passion.

I raised up to watch her face coming back from her far away pleasure dream, then aware of her surroundings, seeing me again, hugging me. "Oh god, Susan, that was amazing!"

No time then to lie in each other's arms, to meditate on the pleasures we'd brought to each other. Rather, an irritating duty to make my husband cum, then return to the arms of Sandy, my sweet love.

"We'd better wash up," Sandy said.

"No," I said. "I don't care what he sees or smells or thinks, and I want to keep your smell on me. We'll get him done quickly - it isn't difficult, then we can be together again."

Sandy, trusting my judgment. "Mm, okay," and squeezing my hand.

I dressed Sandy in her groom's trousseau, the black intimates from my strangely prescient friend Penny so mouth watering on her, showing off her body to perfection. Panties and camisole, I would gladly eat her alive, she looked so adorable.

Then Sandy dressed me, virginal white bridal bra, panties and stockings, Sandy's small cries of gladness. "Oh my god, Susan, you look so absolutely beautiful," she sighed. "I can't share you...I can't," she moaned, desperate.

"It's only once...and it'll be over quickly," I promise," I vowed to her. "Then we can be together again." She smiled bravely.

We unlocked the door. "Okay, we're ready," I announced, and Sandy and I marched out, like a bride and groom down the aisle heading for the honeymoon - though Joe seemed not to realize that the honeymoon had started without him.

Joe seemed barely awake, his eyes heavy lidded. Apparently the wine he had consumed - most of the two bottles - had hit him. When I looked at him, I felt badly about what had happened in the bedroom between Sandy and me, but then I looked at her, standing next to me, holding my hand, and my misgivings were washed away. The ecstasy I had felt with her, and my earlier fantasy of her that afternoon, far exceeded the sum of happiness I had felt with Joe over the last fifteen years.

Sandy took control of our fantasy scene for Joe. I appreciated it, because I could barely stand to look at him.

"Joe, honey," she said, in a mocking 'Southern belle' voice, "you need to lay back on the sofa, honey, so we two girls can attend to your needs." He roused himself, then slumped back on his back.

"Okay," he said. Sandy quickly unbuckled his belt, then pulled down his zipper, and pulled his pants off, his dick standing straight up. His dick looked as large as I'd ever seen it, a good six inches, the head of his dick purplish, his piss slit moist and a deep red inside. Usually when we''d been drinking, he could easily talk me into taking it in my mouth, but tonight I didn't feel that same temptation.

Sandy leaned down and kissed Joe's cheek. "Now, you just lay back and let your women take care of you, okay?" she said, in that annoying Southern accent, though he seemed to like it. She glanced at me as if to apologize.

"That'd be real nice," Joe replied, also in an affected Southern accent, and a little slurred, I guess his attempt to mimic her playfulness. ""You gals jes' go to town," he added, his eyelids a little heavy and droopy. 

"How about we give him a nice handjob?" Sandy asked me, her hand already on the shaft of his cock. I shrugged, and she smiled. She leaned closer to me. "It won't take long," she said in a quiet voice. I joined my hand with hers on his cock, and we both jacked him off.

"I bet Joe'd like us to kiss while we're playing with his big dick," she said in a louder voice. We both leaned over him, and kissed again, giving him a nice view of our bodies in our lingerie, and our faces together. We kissed passionately - frankly, making me forget about the penis in my hand, and rubbed his cock for about five minutes, his dick oozing pre-cum on both our hands, then Sandy leaned down and kissed the head, running her tongue over his sensitive head.

He erupted in an impressive cum, his sperm jetting higher and more times, maybe five or six spurts, than I could ever remember seeing from him before. Out of sight of Joe, Sandy took her hand and wiped it on the sofa, then made a show as if she was licking the cum off her palm.

"Ohh, baby, your cum tastes SO good, it makes me want your big dick in my little pussy. Please, please, fuck me good, then fuck Susan....we want you to do us good..." again in that annoying Southern accent.

Joe waved at his still erect, but flagging cock. "Have at it ladies," he said with a drunken grin.

Sandy put her hands on my hips, slowly slipping my virginal white bridal panties off me, her sweet hands caressing my ass cheeks and pussy as she did. We eagerly kissed, and I heard Joe moan. Then she unhooked my bra, and I worked it off. She smiled at my breasts.

It was my turn to undress my sweet lover, so I knelt before Sandy and slowly slipped her sheer, black panties down, kissing her ass cheeks and pussy, briefly, when they slipped to the floor. Then I stood, and raised the camisole over her head, reveling at the sight of her beautiful breasts. 

We embraced, and kissed again, then turned to Joe. 

Sandy looked at Joe, lying on his back. "No, baby, you'll want to get up for this," Sandy said, getting on her hands and knees on the other end of the sofa, with her ass pointing right at Joe.

"Holy shit," he moaned, staring at her tight little ass hole, and her ripe, juicy peach below it. He nearly flew up in the air, then got on his knees behind her, and slid his dick inside her wet pussy. I giggled, I couldn't help it - it was funny. He began slamming into her right away, and I winced, but I knew that she was wet enough, as I'd definitely helped her with that, so he didn't tear anything inside her.

He fucked into her almost like a rabbit, pumping away, for a good five minutes, when Sandy began moaning as if she were cumming. "Oh oh ohhh god!! I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming...you're filling my tight little pussy with your giant cock and your delicious cum. OH GOD, FUCK ME, BABY WITH YOUR GIANT COCK!!"

Of course, I could see what she was doing, I just wasn't sure why.

But when she got up off the bed, wincing, and kissed me, she also whispered in my ear.

"Give him a show, make him work hard....and I'll see you afterward." I felt a hot tingle in my pussy. Now it all came clear to me. I kissed her cheek - smart girl!

I took her place on the sofa, now it was MY ass and pussy, literally in his face. He had NEVER seen me in quite such a vulgar position. As exciting as a strange pussy must be, seeing his wife as a slut might be even better."Oh Joe, I'm so jealous, you gave Sandy such a hard fucking! Won't you fuck your wife like that? You've turned me into such a slut..."

The next thing I knew, he had his hands gripping my hips, and pounding his nearly deflated cock at my hole. Fortunately, it wasn't hard enough to hurt when he missed, as he was doing more and more.

"Oh fuck me, Joe, your cock feels bigger than ever! You're such a fucking stud, I don't want any other cock inside me but yours!! Fuck my little hole!!" Accompanied by loud moans, I think it was surprisingly effective. Joe nearly fucked himself into unconsciousness on top of me, and finally collapsed. I rushed to reassure him by pretending to cum, as I felt him falling off me.

"Oh god, god, yes yes yessss, I'm CUMMING!" I nearly shouted, although he was already fading. I looked around, and he was slumped in fatigue at the end of the sofa.

Sandy and I quickly redressed. I felt dirty, having had Joe's cock inside me. I know Sandy felt the same.

"C'mon honey - Susan - let's get him in bed," Sandy said, and we coaxed him to walk between us to the bedroom, and he collapsed into our bed. He mumbled something, and Sandy just agreed with him - "yes, that's right, ohh it's so comfy, here you go, isn't that nice" - I was impressed. She had him under the covers and snoring away in less than a minute.

I stood at the end of the bed, unsure of what to do, and frankly, a little confused. Sandy came back to me, and put a hand on each of my arms, and looked into my eyes.

"How you doing, Susan?" she asked gently. Her hands felt nice on me.

I just shrugged, then said, "Fine, but....if that's what a threesome is all about, I'm glad it's over - maybe with another girl and you, though...." I grinned evilly at her.

Sandy smiled. "I have no idea if that's how you're supposed to do it with a man. I came here for you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew what I wanted. And, um, what I want doesn't have a cock and balls." Then she kissed me, pressing her pretty body against mine, and I felt my arms go around her neck, and let myself drown in her kiss.

I was acutely aware of the softness of her breasts against mine, and how hard her nipples were, pressing through the fabric of the black camisole. The fingers of my right hand found her hair, and raked through her pixie cut, her hair glossy and thick. I heard myself moaning into Sandy's mouth, and felt her grinding her hips into mine. Joe was rapidly fading in my rearview mirror.

Sandy's right hand was caressing my lower stomach, searching for my pussy. I brought my left hand down, too, curious and excited to feel her mound. My hand slipped inside her panties, my middle finger, index finger and thumb found her labia, and traced her lips, wet and slick, my middle finger sinking into the heat of her slit, when she grabbed my wrist.

"Can we clean up, preferably in a tub?" she hissed into my ear. "I want to get the smell of a man off me...and off you." Her antagonism towards Joe, and I guess men in general, excited me. I felt my pussy throb as I pulled her toward our main bathroom, with its double sized tub. I was acutely aware of the feel of her hand in mine. She followed along submissively.

I was a little surprised myself at my continuing enthusiasm for her, but the sexual heat that had overcome me when I had been alone and fantasizing, and then with her in the bedroom, had returned, and all I could think of was exploring what two women in love would do together. I pulled her into the bathroom, closed the door, and pinned her there, her ass against the solid wooden door, my body pressed into hers, our lips joined again in blissful ecstasy, our female bodies grinding together.

We kissed for what I hope would be forever, but I think was really only about five minutes. The memory of her sweet, hot lips on mine was burned into my brain, and I knew I wanted more of 

that, whatever the cost. There was no thought of a husband, at all. Finally, we broke our kiss, and Sandy gasped.

"God, I want you SO much, always!"

I was really at sea, when I actually thought about it, as to why I had turned into such a raging lesbian, at least with Sandy, but fucking seemed more important at that moment than thinking. I vaguely hoped that my fire could somehow be extinguished, that I would cum in her arms, our bodies writhing in ecstasy, woman on woman - or else I was going to have a problem - but at the time, sex with another female was far more appealing to me than anything else I could imagine.

"How about a nice hot bubble bath?" I asked, enjoying having Sandy back on her heels, and pressed against me.

"Oh please, yes," she moaned. "Two women, hot for each other, and luxuriating in a romantic bubble bath. What could be better?"




Daughters - Susan Ch. 01



I turned on the water in the tub, and picked up the bubble bath to pour some in, then started laughing.

"What's up, honey?" Sandy asked, curious as to why I was laughing. Her hand caressed my back.

I showed her the bottle. "It's very romantic, it's bubble gum scented." Sandy chuckled, leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I had forgotten that I was out of bubble bath, and all there was left was Joe's. At least we had some candles, which I quickly lit.

"The candles are sweet," Sandy said. "But it's your naked body next to mine that'll make it romantic, Susan," she said, almost sounding shy. I stood and took her in my arms.

"We've got a few minutes while the tub fills," I said. "Got any ideas?"

"Well," she said slowly. "I'd love to lick that little snatch of yours, but the thought of your husband's sperm in there is a real turnoff- but after our nice, hot bath together, though, if I do a nice, thorough job of fingering your hole, getting it nice and clean and fresh...." My pussy burned at the promise of Sandy finger fucking my cunt while we lay in each other's arms, cumming to numerous orgasms.

"But, I would LOVE to lick your hot, little brown hole," she suggested, her breath hot on my neck. I felt an orgasm already starting to build to a peak inside me at her naughty desire.

"My ass?" I asked. It hadn't occurred to me that a woman might want to lick another woman's ass hole, but as soon as she put the thought in my head, I had to have it. 

Sandy slowly and deliciously stripped me, leaving me nude again, and eager for her touch. Then I undressed her, her body radiant under my gaze. "Now, give me your ass," Sandy whispered in my ear.

"Umm, please," I moaned. Sandy immediately fell to her knees, and steered me around so that her face was at my ass. I giggled at the odd positioning. I was sure that my husband - I couldn't remember his name for a fleeting second - Joe, had never had his face at my ass hole. But here was another woman, naked and randy, getting ready to actually lick my hole, put her tongue on my little puckered opening. My hand slipped down between my legs, and I slowly stroked and caressed my vulva, sweet tension building.

I first felt Sandy's strong hands separating my round ass cheeks, fully exposing my ass hole to her view - and then to her mouth, as I felt the tip of her tongue, hot and wet, touching the tight band around my anus, tickling me, but also setting off the fire inside me. I came immediately, my clit exploding in pleasure, delight coursing through my body from my ass and clit both, and I urged Sandy on.

"Ohh, god Sandy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" My body shivered and shook with pleasure, no more than ten seconds after being ass licked by a woman - that certainly set a new personal record, given that my husband had rarely made me cum. I felt Sandy hesitating as she felt and heard me cumming.

"Susan, darling, you're a hot little firecracker, aren't you..." she said, giggling.

"Oh please, don't stop," I begged her. "Put your finger in my pussy, please!" Sandy kissed my ass cheeks to signal her assent, then I felt her hand between my legs, then two of her fingers poised at the entrance to my hole. At the same time, her mouth returned to my anus.

I stroked the upper part of my wet labia, and circled my tense and hot clitoris with a finger, as Sandy fucked into my pussy with her two fingers, and her lips kissed my brown rear hole. This orgasm took longer, as she fucked in and out of my eager pussy, and licked deep into my ass for at least a full minute before the tremors of pleasure once again shook me to my core, a massive climax bringing ecstasy exploding from my clit to every inch of my body.

"My god!!" was all I could get out, before I nearly collapsed, my legs weak, and I had to quickly shift myself to the edge of the tub. Sandy held me as I sat there, weak.

"God, Susan, what is happening to you?" she said, looking a little concerned. I looked over at her.

"You mean, lesbian sex isn't like this?" I asked, a serious question.

"I wish," she said, wryly. "Honey, if I had a full time lover who came as easily, and it looks like explosively, as you do, I'd be in tall cotton. Do you cum like this with your husband?"

"Who?" I asked, momentarily having forgotten that I had a husband. "Oh, Joe." I hesitated. "No, definitely not. I only came infrequently with him." It was only later that it occurred to me that I was thinking of Joe, and speaking about him, in the past tense.

"Well, I've never seen anyone take to girl sex like you do," Sandy said. "Are you SURE this is your first time with another woman?" She looked at me dubiously, but held me close.

"Absolutely certain," I said. Changing the subject, I said, "The tub's full, bubbles are ready," and turned off the water.

"Mmm," Sandy said, swirling her fingers in the water. "Just the absolutely perfect temperature. And that bubble gum fragrance is DIVINE." We both giggled, as Sandy helped me in, holding my hand as I stepped in.

"Ooh, it IS perfect," I sighed, then helped her in. We stood momentarily, then I lay down, quickly followed by her sylph-like form. Sandy floated into my arms, her sweet, sweet body warm and silky smooth against mine. She looked into my eyes, her own wide and curious.

"Susan, you really ARE unusual," she said, hesitantly. "I''ve been with a few married women before, and convinced them, eventually, that sex with another woman can be a lot of fun, but you..." she paused, formulating her thoughts and words. "But you - it's almost as though you''ve been a lesbian all your life, but only NOW discovered it. Have you been thinking about your 

sexual identity for long?" She rested her head on my breast, and we rested in the hot water, surrounded by bubbles.

"No," I said. "I've NEVER had thoughts about being with another woman, at least until, um, Joe brought it up a couple of weeks ago. But even at that, I wasn't particularly interested in the idea until this afternoon, when I was showering, getting ready for our, um, date - I didn't realize it was going to turn into our honeymoon - I guess it's as though THAT awakened me to a new and different preference. Now I can't think of anything BUT sex with another woman. But at the same time, I've completely lost interest in sex with Joe. Isn't that weird?"

"I don't want to sound like an expert at wrecking marriages," Sandy said, as I smiled, "but in my experience, married women I've seduced didn't completely lose interest in their husbands, at least not right away..." She grinned.

"Maybe I'm just getting really good at it,' she finished. I giggled.

"You must be - I was fantasizing about you after our first meeting."

"Really?" she said, her eyes widening even more than before, an effect I found to be very appealing.

I interrupted the flow of the conversation. "Can we kiss?" I asked her. ""You are so very, very cute." She smiled.

"Love it," she whispered, as she brought her face close to mine.

Our kiss was sweetly romantic, tender and patient, none of the hurry or rush we'd experienced when we first entered the bathroom, none of the sense of being ''peeped at' when we'd kissed under Joe's supervision. This kiss was exactly what I would picture between two people on the first night of their honeymoon, after they'd gotten to their dream destination, prepared for a night of lovemaking, and put aside all thoughts of the world outside themselves.

In other words, it was the perfect kiss as an expression of romantic love. I shuddered as I came, a complete surprise to me, but I held our kiss, our lips joined sweetly and intimately. I thought I could feel her soul flow into me, and mine into her. Our breasts caressed, her left breast on my right, our hips touching, her skin smooth and silky warm.

Sandy moaned quietly, her right hand coming to my neck and caressing me there. My left arm went around her waist, and I pulled her closer to me, then went to her waist, caressing her slim, smooth body, and continued on to her thighs, sliding my hand between them.

"Mmm," she sighed into my mouth, as she moved her thighs apart to allow me entry. My fingers grazed over her bare pussy, then found her labia, plump and swollen purple. Sandy moved her hips up closer to me. "Fuck me," she hissed into my mouth, as my fingers were already tentatively slipping into her inner slickness.

"Mmmm," I moaned, sounding quite a bit like Sandy a few minutes before, my fingers entering another woman's intimate opening. As though they had been doing it all my life, my fingers fucked in and out of Sandy's tight and hot opening, and my thumb grazed lightly over her clit. Sandy moaned with pleasure, her hips jerking slightly, her breathing shallow and rapid.

"Uhh, yeah," she muttered.

At the same time, Sandy's right hand left my neck and landed between my thighs, I reciprocated by opening my legs for her, and her fingers expertly found my wet and willing pussy.

Her thumb rested lightly on my clit, as her index finger and middle finger both entered my vaginal opening. I groaned as her joined fingers felt briefly uncomfortable inside me, then pleasure followed, flowing through me, as her thumb circled around my sensitive pink pearl, and my vagina adjusted to her welcome intrusion. 

"Ahhhh," I sighed, smiling.

"Good, darling?" she asked, her eyes on mine. I nodded. Sandy rested her cheek on my shoulder, as we both concentrated on pleasuring each other. I came again, my body shuddering and shivering as ecstasy filled me, then Sandy came, moaning.

"Ohh fuck, yes, yes, oh Susan..." and she bit my shoulder lightly. To my surprise, the sharp pain, not hurtful at all, but actually very, very pleasant, set off a second orgasm inside me, smaller than the first, but much longer lasting, my body tingling for minutes even after I had caught my breath.

Sandy and I lay together, her head on my breast, the water cooling around us, and then Sandy spoke.

"Wow," she said, then fell silent. I giggled.

"Yeah," I whispered. Sandy giggled.

We lay together a few more minutes, Sandy's fingers idly caressing my thigh.

"Susan?" she said.

"Um?" I responded.

"Can we clean up, and finish in here? The water's getting cool....and I really want to eat you again."

Okay, at the time I wasn't all that familiar with slang for things like oral sex on females, since my husband rarely did it to me, though he always seemed to enjoy me blowing him. Anyway, when Sandy told me she wanted 'to eat me' - silly me - I got a momentary image of her using a knife and fork on me, like some kind of lesbian Hannibal Lecter, then I realized what she really meant.

"Oh!" I said.

"What?" Sandy said, startled.

"Nothing," I said. "Yes, let's finish up." I was already thinking of just where I could have Sandy 'eat me,' which sounded then like the nicest thing in the world. We couldn't use the master bedroom - there was only one bed, and he was in it. I certainly didn't want him around while Sandy and I were making love.

The other bedrooms were being used as an office and a sewing room. Not conducive to lovemaking, either one.

That pretty much left the sofa downstairs. The more I thought of it, the better it seemed. We could have privacy, and if we made noise, it wouldn't wake Joe.

Meanwhile, Sandy had found the bar of soap, which thankfully did NOT smell like bubble gum, but rather lavender, and was busy soaping herself. She passed it to me, and I did the same, as we crouched in the tub as far out of the water as we could. I started helping her wash herself, so she decided to do the same, and, well, the results were predictable.

Our hands were running all over each other's soapy, slick body - female bodies are AMAZING when they're wet and slick, and they're not your own! I loved caressing, massaging and rubbing Sandy's sweet breasts, her slim waist, her hot, round ass, and particularly her sweet pussy and 

even her delicious ass hole. Sandy seemed to enjoy touching me, too, judging by how enthusiastic she was, and the light of love in her eyes.

"You wanted all evidence of my husband out of my pussy, sweetheart, and so do I," I moaned, as her fingers slipped in and out of me, ramping up my excitement.

"You mean you want your husband's cum gone from your pussy?" Sandy asked, sounding surprised.

I hadn't thought I meant that - I'd originally meant that I wanted Sandy's pussy to be clean - but the more I thought of it, the more I knew that Sandy was right - I didn't want Joe, or for that matter, any man, touching me again, leaving his gross sperm on or in me - I wanted Sandy, or someone like her on, and in, me. 

I wanted to feel warm and soft skin, smell fresh, feminine scents, hear soft feminine sounds from my partner as we made love - or fucked - feel silky wet heat between smooth female thighs, not a stiff piece of meat between hairy legs.

It was an immense revelation, perhaps greater and more life changing than even finding out that I liked sex with women. I was repulsed by the thought of a man having sex with me. I wasn't sure if I should be depressed or exhilarated, and I knew I'd have to spend a long time thinking it through.

But for now, though, the important thing was finishing our bath, and getting Sandy downstairs on the sofa, with my mouth on her pussy - and preferably, her mouth on mine.

My thoughts had only taken seconds. Looking at Sandy's smile, looking deep into her eyes, I responded, "Yes...I want your mouth and fingers at my pussy, not some male's droopy cock." While Sandy might have been surprised at that response, her fingers in my pussy, and her rapid breathing, told me that she was even more excited.

I gasped as her hand pleasured my hot pussy, and I tried to return the pleasure to her, my own hand busy frigging her slick pussy and clit. We knelt together, breasts touching, face to face, excited and panting, our bodies shaking from our wildly passionate masturbation of each other's hot, wet pussies and swollen clits, the water in the tub splashing and rolling back and forth like the waves preceding a hurricane.

We tried desperately to kiss in the middle of that tempest, both of us gasping, trying to catch our breath as we came and came again, our mouths open and touching, but too far gone in our mutual orgasms to get it right, ecstasy stiffening our bodies and making us bump into each other repeatedly, hips shaking, loud moaning and expressions of love pouring out of us both.

"God, YES!! Good, so good..."

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh Susan, Susan..."

Finally, the roiling series of orgasms slowed, became less frequent, less intense, and we leaned against each other, eyes closed, breathing heavily, finally able to catch our breath once again.

Wearily, reluctantly, Sandy pulled her face inches away from mine.

"God, Susan. I've never met anyone like you - you're incredible - simply, incredible. I love you."

I giggled. "If I'd known sex with a woman was like this, I'd have turned gay right after I had my first period," I said.

Then we kissed, that sweet, delicate and intimate kiss we'd been trying so hard to create together as we knelt, cumming together, in the cool water of the tub. And it was every bit as wonderful as a kiss between two women in love with each other could ever be - has ever been, throughout time back to Sappho's lyrical poetic kisses to all women.

In spite of our feelings that night, and our declarations of love to each other, I don't know if we were in love. Later events would make me doubt that.

But, for the next few hours we werein love, and I felt like a bride being taken to the marriage bed by her groom for the first time, when Sandy led me downstairs, both of us giggling in anticipation, completely naked, the sense of freedom for the first time in fifteen years exhilarating in me.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I whirled Sandy around, into my arms, inhaling the fresh, clean feminine scent of her, the warmth and softness of her body on mine, her musical laughter at being handled so. I felt so incredibly free.....anything was possible between us.

Then she led me to the sofa, turning to look at me several times as we went, her eyes shy. She pushed me down onto the woven floral tapestry fabric, and immediately knelt before me, even as I steadied myself, still bouncing slightly. She kissed my bare knees, her eyes looking up at mine the whole time, and leaned forward into me, slowly kissing her way up my thighs, and even more slowly, gently parting them.

Just the reality of her eyes being locked on mine as she seduced me, was enough to boil the cauldron of need for her inside of me. The need to feel her lips on me, the need to be under her sensual spell, the need to reach the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure as she caressed my center of wetness and heat with her lips and tongue.

I moaned, my hands on my breasts, gently caressing them at first, but becoming rougher as she approached my wanting core. My legs soon spread wide of their own accord, inviting her in, desiring her more than ever I had any man - yes, including my husband. The reward for sinning was simply too great to mind the potential punishment.

Sandy smiled up at me as her face neared my passionate core, inches away from my pussy, so wet and hot, female liquid oozing onto the fabric below. My clitoris stood erect, aware that it would be her ultimate target, a treasure richer than that of Croesus, yet one that I would so easily give away to her, and her alone. 

She hesitated, believing that I was approaching a point of no return in my life, and desiring that I make the right choice...for me.

In reality, I had passed that point of no return that afternoon as I leaned wearily against the wall of the shower stall, recovering from what had been heretofore the most fantastic orgasm of my life. I truly believe that, if we had never gotten together as we did that night, that I would have searched Sandy out, or died, in order to find out if that pleasure would be real, would exist, in her arms.

I knew now that it was real, and that it far exceeded the dimensions of any previous pleasure I had ever felt.

"Please..." I murmured, and brought my feet up to the sofa cushion, parting my thighs as far as I could manage, and making my sweet Sandy smile. She dipped her head down, once again, her eyes now leaving mine, to concentrate on my pleasure. Her tongue lapped avidly at my swollen labia, then she drove her tongue deep inside my molten liquid slit, gathering up the honeyed offering for my lover, my hips twisting of their own accord as my body reacted to the rough touch of her tongue.

"Unnh, fuck," I muttered under my breath. "So good...," I crooned, as her tongue drove up, inexorably, toward my waiting clitoris, poised to fragment into thousands of pieces with the slightest touch of her mouth. Sandy licked deep, penetrating fully into my wet canal, then retracted her magnificent tongue as she rose, to just miss flicking her tongue on the underside of my tiny clit, as she concluded her first pass at my pussy.

"Oh no, please Sandy..." I begged, needing, living only for, the touch of her tongue on my stiff clitoris. Completing that, a mere flick of her rough tongue over my defenseless little pearl, and I would die, happily. 

She chuckled, enjoying the exquisite agony of pleasure denied me, my hips shaking furiously with desire, my ass sliding down further towards her face in pursuit of relief. Sandy brought her mouth to my pussy, kissing my nether lips with her sweet, sweet mouth, so warm and loving a kiss, and drank then of the copious, creamy flow my vagina was producing in my frustration.

I pressed my hips down onto her, and my hands squeezed my breasts and nipples in frustration, as I moaned expletives at her.




Daughters - Susan Ch. 02



Daughters of the American Evolution - Susan, Ch 02 Conclusion

Stories from one front of the global war

* * * * 

This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. The first story, and the best one to get a look into how this mysterious organization "converts" women, is "Daughters - Rebecca Ch 01-04" in the Incest story section.

* * * * 

"Oh shit," I said.

"What's wrong?" Sandy asked.

"I just saw Joe - he saw us fucking."

"So?" she said. I was surprised at her cool.

"Umm, he SAW us, naked and fucking - without him!" I couldn't understand her not getting excited.

"And I say, 'so what'? Did he do anything? Did he even SAY anything?" Sandy was making me think.

"Well, no..." I said.

"Honey, YOU'RE in the position of power here - if he was going to do anything, if he was a man - if he was serious about YOU - he would have done SOMETHING!"

Her words made sense to me. He had shown no reaction, which told me that he either didn't care what I did, or he didn't want to fight for me, if he thought he was losing me. Either way...

I made a decision that, along with many others that night, would change my life.

"C'mon," I said, taking her hand and pulling her up the stairs with me.

"Where are you going?" Sandy said, stumbling along behind me.

"You'll see," I said.

We burst through the door of the master bedroom, where Joe and I slept - before - where he had retreated after witnessing Sandy and I fucking. Joe was lying on the bed, jerking his cock. I looked at him in disgust, then erupted.

"Get out!" I screamed. Sandy looked at me as though I were insane. Maybe I was.

Joe looked frightened. "What...what did you say?"

"There's no other suitable place for Sandy and I to sleep," I screamed. "So get out - you can sleep on the sofa, or in the car, I don't give a shit - just get out!" Perhaps acting on reflex, or for some other reason, Joe actually DID get out of bed, and trailed out of the room, his cock starting to droop. Sandy stared at me, her mouth gaping open. I quickly closed and locked the door.

"There," I said. "Now we can sleep." I got into bed as Sandy stood at the foot of the bed, naked and idly toying with her short, blonde hair. As I gazed at her sweet, small breasts, I held up the sheet covering me, and pulled it back for her. "Coming?"

Sandy smiled, and crawled in next to me, her slim form joining my plumper figure.

"I'd like to be," she said. "And I LOVE an assertive woman," she said. "Especially one married to a cuckold."

I took Sandy in my arms. Her body felt warmer, softer and much more responsive than even earlier in the evening. Her lips sought out mine, and as we kissed, she breathed, "Why don't you fuck me...any way you want to..."

I giggled, and said, "Oh, I intend to, honey." I snuggled myself down her body to her perky breasts, her nipples very excited and stiff. She brought her hand down between her legs as I began softly kissing her pink nips, and I slapped it away. I looked in her eyes, and said, "I'm going to bring you off, sweetie."

She giggled and said, "Oh, I know, I'm just making sure I'm nice and wet for you." I felt her put her hand back between her legs, and this time let her continue.

Her nipples were hot, and slightly salty, with a hint of the lavender soap from the night before.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. "What a lovely perfume."

Sandy giggled. "That's my pussy, m'dear - or maybe your pussy."

I chuckled throatily. "No, I meant the soap, from our bath, after we made love."

"Ohhh...I think I'd prefer having your pussy smell on me," she said.

"That suits me," I said, then got back to pleasuring her. I kissed and laved her nipples, swabbing my tongue around the little nubs, and over her bumpy areolae, her hips writhing from the sensations of my rough tongue on her sensitive nips . "Ooh, god," she murmured.

The warm sheet under us felt good on my naked body, and especially my pussy, as I writhed further down her length, kissing her flat stomach, firm and taut, my tongue tickling her navel, her taste much saltier there, making my mouth water. Sandy giggled, and I felt her fingers in my hair, urging me on.

"Don't stop there, sweetie - I've got a lovely, wet treat waiting for you."

I moaned, and pushed my pussy hard into the mattress, feeling a sharp, sweet current of pleasure arc through me. I could smell the hot, damp fragrance of her pussy as I neared her vulva, her flesh smooth where she'd been waxed. I'd have to ask her about that - maybe she'd want to do me.

Just then, we heard a tentative knock on the door. "C'mon honey, let me in. I promise I'll just watch."

Before I could say anything, Sandy yelled out, "Go away, I'm fucking your - I mean MY - wife." I giggled uncontrollably when we heard him sit down hard on the floor outside the room, and I decided to twist the knife. And yes, I know it was mean, but something larger inside of me was in control of my appetites.

"Yes, dick head, go away," I added. "I'm just about to get my mouth all over Sandy's hot, wet pussy, and I really don't want to be interrupted. And then my new husband's gonna fuck me hard, with her big, long, hard dick."

Sandy and I both laughed when we heard him moan, then I hurried to get to that delicious cunt. I brought my face down to Sandy's pussy, and using my fingers, I gently separated her thin, inner lips, watching as her creamy cum dripped down toward her ass, and pressed two fingers into her pink opening, my fingers sliding in slickly, her pussy gripping me nicely. Sandy moaned with pleasure.

"Ooh, yeah...like that, fuck me darling, make me your hot bitch slut..."

My fingers were enjoying the grip of her cunt, and my tongue was anxious for her taste. I lapped along her labia as I fucked her, her hips writhing as she wrung more and more pleasure out of my finger fucking of her hot little pussy. Her taste was sweet, hot and I wanted more of her.

"Lift your legs up, high...let me see your sweet little ass," I directed her, and she responded by pulling her legs toward her breasts, opening herself up further to me. 

"Oh yes, that's a cute little ass hole you have baby, just made for my tongue." 

I heard another moan outside the bedroom. I ignored it...he was really becoming a pain in the ass - though I had to ask myself why I was suddenly so dismissive - antagonistic, really - toward the man who had been the center of my life for the last fifteen years.

Part of it was the extreme pleasure that the touch and the taste, the smell and the sounds, of another woman, her excited body writhing under mine, brought to me. The pleasure of sex with a woman, I had discovered, compared to sex with Joe, like the Antarctic continent compared to an ice cube.

But another, darker motivation existed, an odd compulsion inside me to have female sex, and to dislike, or at best ignore, the needs of men - it had started yesterday afternoon, as though someone had flipped a switch on me.

Not that I was complaining. I would gladly give up Joe a thousand times, to feel Sandy licking my pussy once.

Regardless of any introspection, I found the tight brown female ass hole, and the slippery, pink pussy in front of me, far more beguiling than a cuckolded male outside my door, and the reaction of a hot female much more interesting, as she approached an orgasm. 

"Mmm, how you feelin' baby?" I whispered to the moaning woman beneath me, with her knees on either side of her head. Sandy looked so delightfully slutty, I couldn't help but want to make her cum a memorable one.

"Unnh, keep licking me, sweetheart, and fuck me hard...please! I'm getting so close..." she moaned. She brought her right hand, fingers flying, to her clit every time my tongue left that hot little pink button to lick at her rear hole, even as my fingers continued to fuck deeply into her tight pussy, my fingers wrinkled and pruny, dripping with her hot cream.

"Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhhh" - she started this high itched whine, no words that I could make out, just getting out the massive tidal wave of sense bending pleasure that was washing over and through her. Her hips, ass and thighs began shuddering and shaking - god, it was scary! I honestly never knew a woman could come that powerfully.

Then she started almost making a scrubbing motion over her clit with her fingers, as I pulled out my fingers, long spurts of clear ejaculate flying straight up, and out at an angle, all over her and onto the bed. I'd heard of other women cumming like that, but this was the second time that I'd seen Sandy actually squirt when she came - of course, Sandy was the first woman other than myself that I ever saw cum at all, so I guess it's no surprise that I was impressed.

I started laughing when Joe pounded on the door. "Is everything okay in there? Does anyone need any help? Honey?" What a pathetic turd Joe was rapidly turning into. I didn't bother answering him.

Sandy slowly unfolded as she calmed down from her orgasm, her face bright red, and her cheeks and upper body wet. "God, you got that stuff all over, even on your face," I said.

"No," she gasped. "Those are tears on my cheeks....I've never cum like that, ever."

Sandy had a really messy and wet pussy, and lower stomach, the remnants of a lot of her sprayed cum. I felt an urge to taste it, and ran my finger through the wetness, then slipped it into my mouth - it tasted a little salty and sweet, and tasted and smelled like her pussy. I really liked that particular taste, so I started licking her on her shaved pubic area, but avoided her clit, labia and her slit itself. 

Though I would have LOVED to slurp into her wet pussy, I could only imagine how sensitive she must be! As it was, I could feel her stomach flutter every time I licked where her bush had been waxed. When I had licked her enough to get most of the fluid, I lay down next to her, and Sandy curled herself inside the crescent of my body, completely wiped out.

She brought her mouth to one of my breasts, and began contentedly suckling at my nipple, as I brought my hand between my legs, and played with my pussy and clit until I came, then we both dozed off, in such a lovely, dreamy finish, that I thought it must be a fairy tale. Fortunately, Joe left us alone, and we slept until noon.

* * * * 

When Sandy and I awoke, the sun was already high in the sky.

"Honey, we should get you home," I said, smiling at her still sleep filled eyes. She almost seemed like a little girl, the daughter I never had. She smiled back at me.

"Could I maybe take a shower? I feel like a mess, all sticky..." she said, yawning.

"Would you like some company?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she responded quietly, a little more awake now. She leaned forward to kiss me, and our lips came together softly and gently, a warm wake up greeting for each of us.

"I guess I'd better see if Joe's still out there," I said cautiously.

"Be careful," Sandy said. I nodded.

When I eased open the door, Joe was nowhere to be found. I closed the door, then padded back to the bed. "I'll turn on the shower in the master bathroom, and get the water hot," I said. When the water was running, I found that I needed to pee, and sat down to take care of business. While my golden stream was hissing out, I got an evil thought, and did something that I'm not really proud of.

A few minute later, Sandy wandered in. "Ohh, that's going to feel SO good," she moaned. I wiped myself, flushed and opened the door to the glass shower enclosure. "After you, madam," I said, waving my hand gallantly. Sandy huddled over as she walked in, and I followed close behind, almost bumping into her wonderfully cute ass. "Oops," I said.

"Oh Susan....this is wonderful," Sandy said, as the water rained down on her face, filling her mouth, then running down her sweet, feminine body as she spit it out. Then she pirouetted around two times - she really looked so cute, she stole my heart. She looked at me, her eyes bright now.

"C'mon," she said, gesturing with her hand for me to get under the shower. I did, and I guess I didn't realize how tense I was. The hot water felt wonderful, really wonderful. I reached for the shampoo, my bottle of Bumble & Bumble Gentle Shampoo, and poured a dollop into Sandy's outstretched palm.

Sandy surprised me a little when she began working it into my hair, but it felt SO delightful as she worked it through my hair, and massaged my scalp. I moaned from the simple pleasure, and Sandy kissed the tip of my nose as she worked, then smiled.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, and the amazing cums," she said, her smile widening.

"And thank you for making me see my life in a whole new way," I said, almost starting to cry.

"You know, Susan....I've seen a lot of girls and women realize their real orientation, and some of them come out quickly, and some come out much later, and some never come out - but I have NEVER seen anyone turn on a dime, like you did last night," Sandy said.

"You MUST have been thinking about women for the last few years or something, and then finally decided you were gonna go for the gold when your husband gave you a chance, do you think? And-" Sandy hesitated, thinking she might be going too far, "-you REALLY have been hard on your husband. You acted like N.O.W. would if Rush Limbaugh showed up at their convention." She took a deep breath. "I mean, it's your life, but I just thought it was kinda...weird."

"But then, his loss, my gain," she finished saying, shrugging, and went back to massaging my scalp.

"I guess I shouldn't have peed on his toothbrush," I said, smiling demurely. Sandy didn't say anything, but just looked at me, then went back to working on my scalp. After a few seconds she started giggling, then laughing, and then bent over doubled up laughing. She had tears in her eyes she was laughing so much.

Then she said, "Okay, time to rinse," and just before I put my head under the stream of water she said, "remind me NEVER to piss you off," still giggling. 

I emerged from the stream, pushing off the excess water, and shook my head. "I seriously don't know what's gotten into me recently."

Sandy looked at me and said, "Don't worry your head over it Susan. Let me take your mind off that, AND try to pay you back for the heavenly morning...err, afternoon." Then she slid down to her knees, and brought her face to my pussy, kissing and licking and nibbling my little cunt as though she were starving. As my body was tensing, my cum imminent, with my arm over my eyes and my bottom against the back wall of the shower, through a thin slit of an eyelid I saw Joe creeping in the bathroom, then snatching his toothbrush.

"I'm just getting my toothbrush," he said loudly, using exaggerated gestures as though I were deaf. "You just keep on with what you're doing," and showing me a 'thumbs up.'

Oh well, although he had turned into a cuckolded worm, it was nice that he wasn't holding a grudge. I don't think Sandy heard much of it, if any. And as for me, I wasn't going to let that male insect interrupt my orgasm, a rolling ocean wave of ecstasy that left my whole body shaking even minutes later, when Sandy got back on her feet.

"Love you, babe," she said, kissing me as we stood together, there in the shower. We leisurely soaped, and rinsed each other, between ardent kisses, and even a few minor orgasms for us both.

"Take me home?" Sandy said finally, after we'd dried off. "I have to get back to my other life."

"What are we gonna do?" I asked her.

"About us...and him?" she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Discuss it over dinner?" she asked. "I think there's an awful lot to talk about..."

We finished up, dressed and went downstairs. Sandy had to put on her clothes from last night - my clothes wouldn't really fit her that well. I slipped on a denim skirt and a light pink patterned blouse.

Joe, unbelievably, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and said 'Hi,' looking at us both uncertainly as we strode by. We ignored him, and I fixed Sandy and I omelets. We sat at the kitchen table, just looking at each other, smiling and murmuring endearments occasionally. When we finished, we walked out, I picked up my car keys and told Joe that I'd be back - eventually - and he said, "okay, hon.' 

Geez.

I drove Sandy back to her apartment, kissed her, and told her I'd be back about seven or so. As I was leaving, my cell phone rang - it was Penny.

"Hi, hon," she said. "How'd your evening go?"

"Oh Penny, it was quite a night," I said. "Got any free time to come over and tell us all about it?" she asked.

My choices were either to go back and have a discussion with Joe, which I really didn't care for, or seeing my best friend, and talking about the major changes in my life.

"Sure, for you," I said.

"I like the sound of that," Penny said. "We'll be waiting."

I wondered who 'we' was, but shrugged, and drove the few miles to her house.

Penny welcomed me warmly at her door, with a kiss on the cheek. It felt more exciting now than it ever had before, and I found my thoughts wandering to how she might look naked. We'd been friends for so long, but I couldn't remember seeing her completely unclothed, other than changing at the beach or pool, and we had occasionally seen each other in bra and panties, particularly when we'd been shopping for outfits.

I kissed her back - just a chaste return kiss, on her warm, smooth cheek, and I looked into her green eyes. I imagined I was seeing something I'd never seen before.

Penny was about my size, and my age, mid thirties. Her hair was very wavy and long - I envied her beautiful brown hair - and it looked so sexy that afternoon. Her breasts were smaller than mine, and much perkier than mine - she wasn't showing any of the sag I had. She was putting on weight - who doesn't at our age? - but it was going to her ass, which still looked pretty good.

She was wearing a blue cotton blouse and jeans, nothing special, although she looked good in them. I idly thought about how she'd look out of them.

Penny showed me to the sofa in her living room, and she sat in a chair opposite.

"So, how was your evening last night. Oh, and how was your stomach?" she added.

"Umm, it was really quite a bit different than I thought it would be," I said. Penny's expression was inscrutable. "And thank you so much for the antacid or whatever it was, it seems to have worked. An upset stomach was the last thing on my mind."

A slight smile crept onto Penny's face.

"I kind of took more than you're supposed to, but antacids are harmless, I guess." Her left eyebrow raised up.

"How much did you take?" she asked casually.

"Um, let's see." I thought about the two times I'd taken it. "Um, four teaspoons," I said. "It wasn't really a prescription or anything, was it?"

"No, no," she said. "So, please, I'm dying to hear all about the evening. Let me get comfy first, though." She got up from her chair, and sat next to me on their sofa.

I filled her in on the general picture, but left out my attitude change towards Joe and our former relationship, and the enthusiasm that I'd felt for Sandy. I know that's leaving out a lot, but I wasn't sure about how Penny would react on hearing that I was now a lesbian.

But, she went right for it.

"So, you said that she wasn't interested in doing anything with Joe - so, what did she do with you?

I felt a warm glow in my heart, and in my clit, thinking about that. But, how much could I share?




Daughters - Susan Ch. 02



"Um, well, we made out..." I said.

"What, you mean you kissed? What else?" she asked.

"Um, well, we kissed each other's breasts, and um, she licked my, um, pussy...". Penny patted my thigh in support.

"Oh, my," Penny said. "That had to feel nice...it did,, didn't it?" She hesitated, then continued.

"So, did you return the favor?" She was very interested at this point.

"Well...yeah, um, I did," I said. I could feel my face turning red. There was no question in my mind that I was now a lesbian, and that licking Sandy's hot, wet pussy would be the greatest thing I could do - I was even having thoughts of what Penny's undoubtedly delicious little cunt would taste like - but that didn't mean I was ready to come out about it to my best friend.

Still, her hand on my thigh made me feel that Penny would support me, no matter who I was, what my new orientation might be, or even how I might treat my husband. I looked at Penny - god, I'd never realized how truly beautiful and attractive she was. Her look was no longer so difficult to read, though. I could see a softening in her eyes, a release of a certain tension.

It was as though you're sitting with someone who you think is a stranger, who then reminds you that you and she were friends in some other place, and memories of that intimate relationship come rushing back to you. While there wasn't anything exactly like that with Penny, I could see some unexpressed sentiment in her eyes, and her expression.

Then the course of our conversation surprised me. "Did she massage you, touch you, caress you?" Penny asked softly. Her fingers, lightly on my thigh, moving now, felt so nice.

"Yes," I said, "that might have been some of the nicest parts of the evening."

"Did she make you cum?" she asked, her fingers nearing my panties, now under my skirt.

"Oh god, yes," I confessed, my body responding to Penny's light touch, my own excitement rising at her words, her touch, and the realization that Penny somehow knew exactly what had happened.

And that she approved.

"Oh, Penny," I said. "It was...wonderful! I never suspected that a woman could make me feel that way, could show me a heaven like that. God, I came countless times...we did everything two women could do...I fell in love with her...please don't hate me..." 

"I don't hate you, Susan, my sweet Susan..." she said, as I realized that she was stroking my pussy through my panties with the back of her fingers, her french cut nails scratching over my wet pussy, engorged labia and my swelling clitoris.

"Ohh," I moaned, realizing also that Penny not only approved of my licking Sandy's pussy, but that she probably would have approved of anything I did with another woman, though I didn't know why. Suddenly, Penny's actions of the previous day began to come into focus, in light of all that had occurred.

"You...you wanted me to...make love with Sandy," I stammered. "The trousseau, the toast to the 'bride and groom on honeymoon', it was all because you wanted that. Why?" 

"Can you forgive me?" Penny asked, her eyes soft, as she took me in her arms, not at all apologetic in her actions.

"Yes...but did you want me to fall in love with Sandy?" I asked, confused. "Do you even know her?"

"No, Susan, darling, I don't know her...and you haven't fallen in love - at least, not as you used to think of it," she said. 

"I don't understand," I whispered, but her lips on my throat were so soft, so warm, so...loving... that I lost grasp on the questions I had asked. Her hand on my breast, through my blouse, was so teasing, as she circled my stiff nipple with her thumb and forefinger, that it was just much easier to let her caress and excite me.

"I'll explain, sweetheart," she whispered into my ear, her breath warm and soothing, "in just a little while."

But questions faded away, and I couldn't remember what it was that she would explain, as we slipped down together on the sofa.

* * * * 

"Did she kiss you here?" Penny asked, as her index finger touched my lips.

"Yes," I said, the feel of her finger there exciting and nice.

"Like this?" she asked, pressing her lips lightly against mine, her lips warm and dry, smooth, her breath just passing through her lips in tiny puffs against mine. I nodded.

She pulled her lips away when I tried to touch hers with my tongue.

"No....no," she said, remonstrating me. "Did she touch your lips with her tongue, like this?" Penny asked, her tongue slipping lightly along my partially closed lips, her tongue warm and slightly moist. I nodded again, wanting her tongue on me.

"Good," she said. "Then, did she do this with it?" Penny kissed me again, a little harder than before, her warm and wet tongue slipping deep inside my mouth, exploring my own moistly hot mouth. I moaned into her mouth. I could feel a strange, welcome fire between my legs, like the fire that had burned inside me with Sandy the night before and earlier that day.

Penny kissed me like that for long minutes, my excitement growing, my clit winding up like an old-fashioned watch spring, my nerve endings erect all over my body. Her body was soft and fragrant, her hair long and curling about both our faces. She briefly pressed her pelvis against me. Her breathing was steady and deep, although I sensed it catching once or twice, her body trembling against me, as though she had cum in my arms as we kissed, merely kissed.

"Unnh," she muttered, ignoring me momentarily, then returned to seducing me, but her cheek was still pressed against mine, her breath racing across my ear, tickling me sweetly. 

Then Penny lifted her face from mine, her eyes refocusing on mine. "Did she undress you, try to see your breasts?" she asked, as she began unbuttoning my blouse. 

I nodded, then whispered, "Yes."

"Did you let her?" Penny said, as she reached the lower buttons, my blouse falling away from me, my breasts exposed. Penny's eyes were intent, it was clear she liked what she saw.

"Did your nipples get hard when she took off your top?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I said.

"Why?" she asked, as she caressed my upper chest, my upper body lifting up slightly to meet her fingers.

"Because I liked her looking at my breasts, and my nipples," I said.

"What else did you feel when she looked at your sweet, kissable breasts?" Penny asked, as she removed my blouse. I groaned. "My pussy got wet," I moaned.

"Is your pussy getting wet now?" she asked.

"Yes...do you want to see it?" I asked, in a little girl voice.

"Is that all you want...for me to look at your hot, wet pussy?" she asked.

"No," I said, slowly shaking my head from side to side.

"What else do you want me to do to your pussy?" she asked.

"I want you to smell it," I said.

"What does it smell like?" she asked.

"It smells hot...and excited....and wet. And like another woman's tongue has been deep inside it, licking it," I whispered.

"And what did it taste like?" Penny asked, as I groaned and writhed beneath her.

"It tasted sweet, and salty, a little, and like a woman's sexy little pussy would," I said, tremors racing through my pelvis.

"How do you know?" Penny asked.

"Because she made me lick her face when my cunt cream was all over her face," I said. 

Penny shivered on top of me, her eyes closing briefly, and she was silent as her orgasm consumed her, then returned her to me.

"Did you like the taste of your cunt?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said.

"Do you like calling your pussy a 'cunt'?" Penny asked.

"Sometimes," I said.

"Why?" Penny asked.

"Because it sounds dirty, and naughty," I said. Penny leaned down and kissed, first my right nipple, then my left.

"Do you like being dirty and naughty?" she asked.

"Only sometimes," I said.

"When?" she asked.

"When I'm naked with another woman," I whispered. Penny didn't say anything.

"When I'm not naked, with another woman," I said. My breathing was becoming rapid, and shallow.

"When I see another woman," I moaned. Penny smiled faintly.

"When I think of another woman," I said, finally cumming massively at the thought of other women, any other women, their darling, feminine bodies writhing with mine, as they offered themselves to me, and we licked at each other's sweet, hot, feminine centers.

Penny pressed her pelvis hard into mine, and moaned, then rested her cheek against mine.

"Oh god, Susan, I want to fuck, and fuck and fuck and be in you, and on you and with you, and consume you and be consumed by you," Susan moaned, as I ripped, literally ripped off her blouse, then fumbled the button of her jeans loose. Her plump breasts spilled out as, blessedly, she wasn't wearing a bra either. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, as my hands pushed her jeans down off her ass, down her legs.

My hands went to her naked ass, squeezing and caressing her hot, full cheeks. The fingers of my right hand slipped into her moist crevice, and seeking her rear hole, my index finger pushing into the tight opening. Penny groaned, and pushed her ass back into my hand, wanting my finger inside her. Her mouth opened on my cheek, and I felt saliva running from her mouth onto me.

I came again, and thrust my finger as far as I could into Penny's ass hole, not really caring if I hurt her or not, but her anus was moist enough to let my finger slip into her, fucking her ass, her rectum gripping my finger in a death grip - her jeans were still holding her legs together. I could feel her struggling to separate her legs. Penny writhed and came, moaning her frustration and pleasure onto me.

After her cum, Penny grunted in frustration, and jumped off me, tearing her jeans and panties the rest of the way off her legs, and then she threw the ripped blouse to the floor, gloriously naked, looking down at me like a triumphant, hot and bothered, milfy kind of Wonder Woman.

As she stood, I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, then Penny reached down and pulled it off my legs, but leaving my bikini panties - that bothered me at first, I wanted to be naked with her, rubbing our wet and bare cunts together, our clits intimately kissing. But, maybe she had something in mind. Penny lay down next to me in a sixty-nine position, her sweet, fleshy pussy by my face, and her face buried between my legs, kissing my pussy through the moist crotch of my panties. She sighed, inhaling my scent, as I did the same with her.

Her fresh, ripe and hot scent smelled like the sweetest perfume, my mouth watering as I pressed my face forward into her vee. Her labia, fat and hot, pressed over my mouth so that I almost felt as though I were burrowing into her womb - god, what a wonderful thought, to crawl up another woman's tight, hot vagina, and to be one with her, inside her!

Instead, I licked and sucked her juices, creamy, sweet and hot, like the topping on a frappucino, occasionally moving my nose away just to breath. Her fragrance was absolutely divine, fresh and feminine, aroused and excited, she made me excited and ready to cum just inhaling her body's sweet smell.

As I licked and sucked, kissed and inhaled Penny's pussy, my finger slid through her valley, between her legs to the hot, sweaty furrow of her ass, my finger finding delight in playing with her hot hole again, fucking in and out as my tongue also fucked her.

While I was savoring Penny's plump bottom, she was pulling the crotch of my panties into my pussy, and licking through it to my juicy interior, the scrape of cotton over my aroused clit getting me extraordinarily hot, as well as soaking up my liquid, making it into a sponge for my cum. 

Her finger, too, found my ass, and I welcomed her slightly more subdued exploration of my rectum with her finger, as she mainly teased my anal ring, and then a few inches inside me.

"Cum for me, Susan," Penny begged. "I want you to cum on my face, give me your excitement and wiggle your hot ass as you moan and scream," she said.

I was certainly ready to cum, and did so happily for her. Her body against mine, moist and excited, her finger a welcome invader, her breath on my pussy, racing over my quivering clitoris, all conspired to send me over the edge.

"Aagh, fuck, I'm cumming, lick my pussy, it's wet and hot for your sweet tongue, you hot slut," I moaned, my hips shaking as I pushed my trembling pussy into her avid and hungry mouth. When she tasted an increased flow from me, and - she swears - a change in my taste - she began to cum, too, her thighs nearly crushing my head as they spasmed with her lust, her pussy nearly drowning me in her soft, feminine lubricant.

I lay there, exhausted, as Penny did, too. Finally she turned herself around to lie with me, her face next to mine, and we kissed, gently and perhaps more in keeping with how old friends greet each other.

"I didn't really expect that," I said, referring to our lovemaking. "Though I loved it."

"I did," she replied, mysteriously.

"So, why did you take me on that mystery tour of a greeting just now?" I asked. "And why did you set Sandy and I up to have sex?"

"You said you were going to have sex with her," she replied, evasively.

"No, I said there was going to be a threesome - I wouldn't have said that I was going to have sex with her, because I had no idea how to do a threesome!" What was Penny hiding?

"So, did you have a threesome?" she asked, her eyes looking deeply into mine.

"What? Um, no, not really," I said. "What I had, was a lot of sex...with Sandy, not with Joe."

"Did you kill Joe?" she still had a serious look on her face.

"What? No! At least, I don't think so....why are you asking me a crazy question like that?"

"Do you still love Joe?" Her eyes never left mine.

"Yes!....no....maybe....no, I don't think so, not a bit," I said, realizing for the first time that it was really true - I didn't care about Joe at all. Forty eight hours ago, I had.

"The best laid schemes of mice and women gang aft agley..." Penny muttered.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked her.

"Oh, I've been reading Robert Burns lately, don't mind me," she said, staring off into space. 

"Look, would you like some tea?" she asked.

"Yes, and some answers, too," I said. I didn't feel at all uncomfortable sitting naked with Penny at the dinette table in the kitchen, and found myself admiring her body between sips of some Earl Grey, as she talked about some group called Family Interactions Therapists, or FIT, as she most commonly referred to it.

"FIT is a group that has set out to convert all women on earth to lesbianism - not to just convince or persuade women to enjoy sex with other women, but to avidly seek it out with other women," she said. 

"In order to make that something women would actually do on a frequent basis, they have managed to make our orgasms numerous, overwhelming and easy to reach - but only with other women."

"In addition, there is something of a compulsion to convert other women in turn," she continued.

"Just how do they do this converting? And why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"A simple, clear, tasteless liquid, given in fruit juice, or wine-"

"Is that stuff in my tea?" I asked, interrupting her and staring at the tea I had already half drunk.

She looked at me wryly. "No," she said. She looked at me, saying nothing. Then I knew.

"Um, you gave it to me...yesterday," I said as I thought back over the sexual carnage I had created over the last day. "In my drink at lunch?"

"No, in the 'stomach calming medicine' I gave you," she said. "But I didn't expect you to take that much."

"But why give it to me at all?" I asked.

"Because I wanted you to enjoy your threesome....and because I wanted to fuck you, so, so badly," she said, frankly. "I wanted you to love sex with women, and especially with me."

I listened, and thought about her words. She had poisoned me, not to make me sick, but to make me different. Different from what I had been.

"I could hate you," I said. "You ruined my former life, you broke up my marriage - shattered it to smithereens, really, and you did it so sneakily, and didn't prepare me in any way for the confusion and upset. I would hate you." Penny looked at me. 

"But you don't," she said, slowly. I hesitated, then spoke, from the heart.

"No....I don't," I said. "I love you. And I'm SO grateful for what you did, and I SO love feeling other women's naked bodies against mine, and tasting them, their wet pussies, their hard, stiff nipples in my mouth, their plump ass cheeks in my hand, the dirty things they say to me, and make me say to them, when we're both about to cum and.....oh, the kissing, god, so wonderful..."

Penny smiled. I don't think she was surprised that I was grateful that she alone was responsible for turning me into a man-hating lesbian. Maybe she had said those same things, or words like them, to some other woman - the woman who had 'converted' her. Maybe we were both victims. 

Happy, satisfied victims....but changed victims who didn't even have the consolation of hating the person who had raped our lives.

Anyway, it didn't matter, because all either of us could think about at that moment, was fucking. She took my hand, and led me upstairs to her bedroom, the one she shared with Ted, who, as far as I knew, was still her husband. 

But perhaps I wasn't the person to go to for updates on husbands. I really didn't care much about them, anymore.

She lay me on the bed, on my back, and smiled down at me. I spread my legs coyly for her, letting her see my pretty, pink pussy. Let her see how wet I was for her, how swollen my labia and clit were with desire for her. I cupped my breasts, bringing them up to my mouth, to make her jealous, to want to have my boobs and nipples for herself.

I smiled up at her, already tasting her pussy in my mouth - or maybe her hot ass hole would be under my tongue. I wanted every part of her eventually.

She reached in the bedside drawer, and pulled out a thing with thin black nylon straps and a giant cock on it made of plastic or something. It looked heavy, like a real cock, but I'd never seen one as big as that, real or fake.

"Did Sandy fuck you, really fuck you, with something like this?" she asked. I shook my head. The cock was twice as big as the last "real" dick that had fucked me. The only dick that had ever fucked me, actually.

"Is that going to fit?" I asked.

"Sure, if I fuck your pussy," she said, as she secured the last snap, and waved the realistic cock at me threateningly. It was better than 'real,' though, because it was attached to a woman. So bizarre - a beautiful, sexy woman with a massive, hard dick - and she was going to fuck me with it.

And I was going to love it.

"Umm, what else would - oh my god, you're not putting that thing up MY ass..."

"You might not object, once you feel your little slut twat filled with this," she smiled, lying next to me. 

My hand went to stroke her cock. It was every bit as big, and heavy, as it looked. Penny brought her lips to mine, and a warmth and love for her suffused me, as we joined together, our warm lips kissing, our tongues touching and caressing. We shared our breathing, so fucking erotic, and my body felt a buzz of anticipation.

Penny's hand on my breasts softly caressed my fullness and warmth, her fingers tweaking my nipples, sharp twinges of pain turning to pleasure by the time they coursed through me to my clitoris. I moaned, feeling a 'oneness' with Penny, two women melting together as one, and I realized that I had felt the same with Sandy.

Perhaps it wasn't the love that I thought was a reality of existence, when I was married to Joe, but my consciousness of a new kind of love, the one that Penny had referred to earlier, made me aware that I would, indeed, love every woman I came into sexual contact with. In so many ways it was superior to that which I had known before, and I became convinced then that what FIT was doing was right.




Daughters - Susan Ch. 02



I knew that 'straight' love was an evolutionary dead end, that woman on woman love was the future of earth, and I wanted to be a part of promoting that, by seducing, or 'converting', as many straight women as I could. Young, old, pretty, ugly - women needed to hear the word of FIT, to be given the chance to be a part of this new world, and to experience all the happiness I felt - and in turn, to share their happiness with other straight women. 

And changing them.

I looked into Penny's eyes, feeling immense love for her. "Penny, darling, please fuck me, and fuck me hard - but be gentle to start, okay?"

"Of course, darling," she said, her hand caressing my cheek, her own eyes shining. With her other hand, she gently traced the hot, pink crease between my labia.

"Mmm, your pussy is very wet," she cooed. "Still, you can never be wet enough," she whispered, her head already moving down between my legs. I spread my legs for her, and she began to softly lap at my excited pussy, licking my cum, already oozing out of my slit, but replacing it with gallons of her saliva. 

I could feel it dripping down to my ass hole, tickling me and wetting me there, too, and giggled, pulling my thighs up toward my breasts. As Penny licked me, she also corkscrewed two fingers inside me, then three, opening me up for her cock. I moaned as she fucked in and out of my willing and eager snatch, and felt a series of small orgasms stream through my pelvis, my clit thrumming with energy, as I delighted in Penny pleasuring me.

"Ohh, sweet, sweetness...you feel so good inside me, fucking me, filling me.....lick me, suck me, eat me...oh...oh...OHHH...." I moaned as I drifted to a wonderful, pleasurable world of feminine licking and fucking. I lay there in a soft daze, as Penny finished preparing me, then she mounted me, her slim body between my legs, her hand on the cock, fitting it into my small opening.

She inched the fat cock into my pussy, slowly spreading my labia apart. I groaned - the discomfort was palpable - but I trusted Penny. I spread my thighs wider, feeling strain at the joints with my hips, far wider than I ever had been with Joe, but then this cock was much bigger, too.

Penny sunk deeper and deeper inside me, her penis feeling immensely gigantic, filling me and seeming to push internal organs aside, though I knew that was my imagination. As she slipped into me, becoming part of me, and dominating me in such a delicious way, she stared into my eyes, and murmured soft words.

"I love you, darling Susan, I want to be one with you, I want to fuck you wildly, as we softly and gently caress," she whispered, as we kissed, her cock fully inside me.

"Unnh, please....do me anyway you want...fuck me," I begged her.

"Yesssss," she hissed, as she slowly withdrew the massive dick, then slid it back inside me deeper than before, pushing my ass into the mattress. I grunted, the full feeling beginning to translate into a sweet feeling of being fucked, by a woman, the most delightful sexually submissive expression I had ever felt.

Faster and faster, though still drawn out over about five minutes, Penny increased the rate of speed at which she fucked me, my body and mind being drawn into a vortex of desire and emotion, her cock becoming a universe, communicating with my own small universe contained in the small being of my clit - her giant cock on my tiny pearl. I had a fleeting thought of how Penny's masterful domination of my body compared with the previous fifteen years of male domination - and I became sad, briefly, at all that wasted time.

Penny was soon enough slamming the cock into my engorged pussy, the big cock in turn filling me, then leaving me nearly empty, our bodies joining and touching in sweet ecstasy, then the desolate loneliness of her body not on mine, only a connection of cock tip with inner labia, the pleasure seemingly fleeing me.

Oh, sweet sapphic love! Her cock filling me again! The result of such black and white poles of pleasure and emptiness - a ceaseless buildup of anticipation of the ecstasy to overcome us both, our pleasure building, our need and desire for each other overwhelming us, until finally, our bodies grasped together in ceaseless, unending pleasure, embracing complete fulfillment of mutual orgasms, our lips together as we fruitlessly tried to become one being in ultimate delight, soft groans and moans from inside our throats, musical sounds to become, finally, exhausted and sated lovers.

Penny collapsed on me, her body warm and welcome - I could have died happy with her in my arms, her cock still a massive intruder inside me. Penny's head on my shoulder, her face to my throat, warm lips nibbling gently at receptive, silky flesh. Then she spoke.

"Umm, you didn't kill Joe, did you?" she asked.

"Would I have been able to make love with you if I did?" I asked, perplexed.

"Probably," she said.

I pulled my head to the side, to look in her eyes. "Are you kidding?" I asked.

"No," she said, matter of factly. "There have been some women who were overdosed on FIT's secret formula, who then 'went off' on their husbands or boyfriends, killing or beating them mercilessly, then having sex with other women without a second thought." She paused. 

"I was really afraid that might be a possibility with you, having taken a little more of it than you should have," she said. "Some women are...a little closer to the elemental female than others."

"The effect seems to go away after a couple of days though - the 'violence' part, not the affection for lesbianism. That's permanent, or at least lasts for at least twenty years or longer - that's how long the formula's been in existence."

So odd I felt, so odd the words I spoke then, impossible to consider forty eight hours before. 

"That's good to know - that I'll permanently be a lesbian, I mean! - I adore the pleasures I've gone through over the last day. I must have come at least a dozen times, and so wonderfully. It's like discovering the world in color, after seeing it only in shades of grey all of my life," I said, and I kissed her cheek, to signal that I gave her the credit for the change.

"Where did this 'formula' come from, anyway?" I asked her.

"The general understanding among FIT members - which you are now, by the way - is that it was discovered completely by accident, somewhere overseas, some twenty years ago, by a researcher looking for a pain reliever for menstrual cramps. Of course, it's all of that, and more!" 

Penny smiled.

"Have you felt stimulated since you swallowed it?" she asked, kissing me, her lips conveying her affection for me.

"Oh, yes," I said. "As a matter of fact, I would very much love being stimulated by this again," I said, as I stroked her slick and slimy cock.

"I was hoping," she said, smiling, "but do you think you could clean it first?" I looked down at the cock, coated thickly in my sweet and slimy cum. I smiled, and shimmied down her body, and began licking and sucking her cock, the taste and smell so delicious. It was the first cock I ever adored sucking. When I finished, I crawled back to her, and kissed her, letting her smell my scent on my face.

Penny licked my lips, and cheeks avidly. "Mmm, sweetie, what a lovely taste - you'll have to tell me where you get your scent from," she murmured.

"It's quite exclusive," I giggled. "But worth looking for - it gets raves from everyone!"

"Sweetie, I'd love another round, how about you?" Penny asked, changing the subject, desire in her eyes.

"Sure," I said. "I'd love it." 

Penny rolled over onto her back, the humongous dick sticking straight up. "Would you like to sit on me, baby?" I smiled back, and got up on my knees, to squat over her. I carefully placed my little pussy, slightly sore from the banging Penny had given me just minutes before, over the head of the cock, as Penny held the base steady.

My ass sunk down onto Penny's hips, as I took the length and girth of the big penis inside me, filling me. I really felt as though I were impaled in this position, although I was in a better position to maximize my pleasure on top of her. Not that cumming was a problem anymore...

Anyway, I used my knees to lift, then lower, my cunt on the cock, fucking myself on it. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down the cock, onto Penny, and my tits were bouncing as I sped up my self-fucking, at least until Penny reached up to grab my breasts, and squeeze and caress them, sending small streaks of pleasure shooting from my boobs to my clit, to join the massive jolt of ecstasy that was being churned up inside me from my being fucked.

"Oh, Susan, sweetie, your tight pussy feels so nice on my cock," Penny moaned. "I love how wet and hot you get when you fuck. I want some of your sweet pussy juice, let me eat your hot cunt when you cum!"

I answered her, though we were really each somewhat lost inside our separate drives to orgasm.

"Fuck me, Penny, ram your big cock inside me, fill my little snatch with your fucking log, shoot your hot cum inside me, make me drip with your juice all-"

Suddenly, I felt something long and cylindrical, like the dick that was pronging me, but smaller and thinner, poking at my ass hole from behind.

"What the fu-" I began, then I heard a young girl's familiar voice.

"Hi, Mrs. Wright," the girl's voice giggled. "I see you've joined the club!" I turned as best I could, and Brianna, Penny's eighteen year old daughter, leaned forward, her bare breasts pushing into my naked back, her long, golden hair brushing my shoulder, to greet me, her face over my shoulder as she kissed my cheek.

The last time I'd seen her was months before, when she was filling out forms for admittance into the Masters program at a fundamentalist college in Georgia. From what I could see of her naked body, and especially because of the smaller strap on dildo she was guiding expertly up my ass hole, I doubted that she was going to be completing her education there. Still, you never know.

"Brianna, sweetheart, this is a surprise - but a very happy one!" I said. "Please, do my ass while your mother fucks my hot pussy - I've certainly never had THIS happen before, but so far I love it!"

"Mmm, Mrs. Wright - Susan - your ass is deliciously tight! I can barely fit this cock inside you...didn't your husband EVER do you in the ass? What a dope HE was, your ass is like heaven!" She giggled, and I laughed.

"Brianna, you're taking my rear cherry, please be gentle, sweetie!" 

Instead of heeding my request, Brianna began fucking my anus harder, pounding my little hole with the energy and enthusiasm of youth. I had to pause, so that I could take both cocks at once, then adjusted my own movements with Brianna's so that we were both getting increased pleasure from my fucking.

Brianna reached around to take my breasts in her hands too - now I had four hands caressing, and massaging, tickling, and teasing my two breasts. It was quite an odd feeling. As Brianna and Penny both twisted my nipples and pinched my soft flesh, Brianna's long, silky and straight blonde hair was caressing my shoulders and back, while Penny's hair was a brown halo splayed around her beautiful face, and over the pillow below. What a delightful feeling it was!

We three fucked for the longest time, and I came numerous times impaled by mother and daughter, moaning and occasionally kissing Brianna when I could. I think Penny and Brianna only came once each, as they were receiving far less stimulation than I was. Perhaps I could make that up to them after they were through fucking my tender holes. Finally, I couldn't take any more continuous pleasure, and begged them to stop, 

Brianna pulled her cock out of me, then I lifted myself off Penny, and to my utter shock and embarrassment, I began farting out of both holes - long, noisy, but fortunately not smelly, flatulence, the result of being enthusiastically pumped full of air as both women fucked me silly.

"Oh, that's cute, Mrs. Wright," Brianna said. "You're blushing!"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," I moaned, then started laughing at the silliness of it all. Penny and Brianna laughed along with me.

"You'll notice a lot of things have changed, from before," Penny said. "Like getting pumped full of air from a woman's firm cock, unlike a man's little droopy thing. Women can go SO much longer." We lay together, like three girl scouts sharing a tent, and telling scary stories.

Except that we were naked, and weren't telling scary stories. And wanted to fuck and suck each other's brains out all night long.

"So, Penny, when did you get converted? And when did you convert Brianna?" I asked.

Both women looked at each other, and started laughing.

"Brianna converted me," Penny said. "And what a blessed day it was - we've never been closer! I love my daughter even more than I did before, and I would have died for her, before... but now we can share even so much more..."

"But how did you get converted, Brianna?" I asked.

Brianna laughed. "My advisor at State, Professor Mosely, told me that she wanted me to do a research paper on marital therapists, and that it might help me to get a post-graduate grant when I went for my Masters. So she sent me to a FIT office here in Raleigh."

"I got some banal stuff for a paper, and they, um, helped me lose interest in boys." She giggled prettily, the look of happiness on her face so heartwarming.

"Do you think that your advisor knew that FIT was going to do such a, um, thorough job?" I asked.

Brianna smiled. "Oh, well, I kind of got that idea from the advising sessions she gave me afterwards...at her house." She stroked her pussy at the memory of those 'sessions.'

"Brianna and I are thinking of getting married," Penny said. "We realize that it would be impossible to not have sex with other women - you may have noticed that it's unrealistic for converted women to be satisfied with one woman, and obviously males aren't even desirable. But we want to have a baby together, and we'd like to have that marriage between us to make it more, well, legal I guess - at least more binding in our minds."

"Wait, I'm confused," I said. "What happened to Ted?"

"Oh, Ted's still around," Penny said. "He's kind of slowly accepting the fact that we're not going to be having sex anymore, he and I. And, as time goes on, he may just....fade away from our family. What kind of a man would accept total rejection from his wife, and daughter?" 

Brianna nodded.

"I sort of feel sorry for him, you know?" Brianna said. "But, I can't find any room inside me for him - Mom is everything to me now. It's unfortunate, it really is. He's a good father, he's just not a part of my life anymore." She shrugged. 

I could see that her conversion had made Ted, as her father, an innocent victim, and I felt badly about it, too. On the other hand, his relationship in terms of Penny was a whole other thing. I was overjoyed that she had rejected him as a sexual partner, just as I had rejected Joe.

"How will Brianna get pregnant?" I asked. "You don't want to have sex with a male, do you?" 

Brianna frowned.

"God, no!" she said. "Fortunately, FIT has had time to take care of that problem. They have sperm banks where they can supply sperm from donors to match a number of desired characteristics - and of course, the most important is that the baby be a girl. Mom can impregnate me by hand - I'd really like that."

"They can determine sex? I mean, actually give you a girl?" I was amazed.

"Well, not one hundred percent - yet," she said. "But they have a course of selected vitamins and other essentials that will increase the chances of a fetus being female to 80% - of course, randomly it would be near 50-50. They ARE working on a way to get it to 100%, and expect that to be ready in a few years."

"I'm SO happy for you two," I said, hugging them both. "I know you'll be very happy together!"

"Speaking of 'happy together,'" Penny said, "it's time for another threesome, ladies. How about a daisy chain?"

I was tickled by the word 'threesome' - that was how I'd gotten into this situation in the first place. But this time there were no questions in my mind, no hesitation. After all, who would object to a threesome that involved three women?

We lay down with my mouth on Penny's hot pussy, her mouth on Brianna's little twat, and Brianna's mouth on my snatch. We leisurely licked, first, each other's slick, wet pussies, until each of us had experienced about three or four orgasms, our bodies shivering with delight, experienced and enthusiastic female tongues licking willing and eager pussies and clits.

Then we attended to each other's tight, brown ass holes. Penny's ass hole was sweet and hot, musky and tight, smelling earthy and delicious, and my tongue couldn't get enough of her rear hole. I made her cum twice from having my tongue tease her anus, and I came once from Brianna playing with, and licking, my ass.

Then we switched around, and I found myself with my mouth on Brianna's fresh young cunt, and her tasty ass hole. This time around, I came three times in all between Penny's mouth on my pussy and rear hole.

By the time we were finished, I was exhausted, and decided to sleep with the two women. I asked Penny where Ted was. She said that he was on a business trip - "He takes a lot of business trips these days," she said.

I called Sandy, and asked her if we could put off dinner that night, and made the date for dinner the next day. I wasn't ready for Sandy to meet Penny and Brianna just then.

And the next day I went home. I had so many changes to make once I got there. I didn't think it would be easy.

* * * * 

It's been nine months since I was converted, and eight months and twenty eight days since I converted Sandy into a FIT lesbian.

It may sound funny - converting a lesbian into a lesbian - but the conversion process, as simple as it is - basically, a dose of the conversion formula, followed by lesbian sex, does other things, too. It radically changes a woman's capacity and interest in sex - girl on girl type, obviously. There are other changes that I won't go into now. Suffice it to say, that a woman needs to be converted before we women of FIT can trust her.

It also gives a woman a different perspective on the goals and methods of FIT. Sandy's an enthusiastic member now.

A converted woman is trustworthy, and the process is almost foolproof. 

There is only one group of women who remain untrustworthy, even after we try to convert them. Oddly enough, it's a woman who was bisexual before the conversion attempt. It seems unlikely, doesn't it? You would think that a bi woman would be sympathetic to FIT's goals.

Well, maybe. But a bi woman has tried both women AND men, and to one extent or another, liked them both. They don't have any 'awakening to the pleasures and joys of lesbian sex', as straight women do, and their interest in men can't be washed away by the glorious ecstasy of numerous female-induced orgasms.

We - the women of FIT - can never, EVER, fully trust a bi chick, and must always watch out for them. They are a threat to our goal. The goal of women's complete and total inheritance of the earth.

Sandy lives with me, in my old house. Penny and Brianna often come over. Brianna is in her seventh month - she's showing and then some! What a pleasing shape a pregnant woman has. Her taste and smell, and her capacity for multiple orgasms are pretty awesome, too.

We've turned the sewing room and office into bedrooms. Other women come over, too, and spend time, the night, sometimes longer. They may sleep with me, or Sandy, or both of us, it varies. I've made love to hundreds of women since I was converted, and cum thousands of times - each one as wonderful as the first. But Sandy and I together, are special, we have each other, over and above everything else, much like Penny and Brianna.