9 comments/ 72822 views/ 10 favorites Driving in England Ch. 01 By: Lisa Summers I had just finalized my divorce from my husband, Jeff, and I was looking to celebrate. Oh, I know that the politically correct thing to say on these occasions is that, "We both worked hard to keep our marriage working, but we just couldn't agree," but the truth is, Jeff was (hell, still IS) a snake, a cad, a cheat, and an all-around bad guy. What else would you call a guy who quit his job, 'to find myself,' leaving me as the sole support, not more than a week after I miscarried our child? And who then, two months later, took out a second mortgage, forging my signature, and going on a vacation, by himself, to Las Vegas, sticking me with the bills while he blows the money at craps? So yeah, I was happy to see him go. Good riddance to bad trash. I was working at paying off our debts, and restoring my credit rating to some semblance of stability. Maybe in a year or two I'd be able to buy something on credit at WalMart...if I were lucky. I had a small apartment downtown, no car of course - it was long since sold off to pay Jeff's bills, but that was part of the beauty of living downtown. I could find pretty much everything I needed there, and could take the bus to work. I guess it must have been funny seeing a mid-level executive getting off the bus at Karsk Accounting Associates, but I was just playing the cards I was dealt. The people I worked with made things a lot easier for me. Debby, my 'best work friend,' was always willing to listen to my complaints, without trying to leap in telling me things I should have done. Kathy, an older woman, sort of a mother hen, would tell me about her grandchildren, and that just helped me to forget my troubles. Every day I'd greet the young receptionist Marla, then head up to the 4th Floor. Marla always had a nice smile for me, and sometimes that was the only lift I got during the day. Joe, my boss, was very understanding and 'overlooked' when I was late because of some crisis. As a result, I made sure I ALWAYS made up the lost time, and then some. I tried to be sure to say something nice to each of them every day, and remember their birthdays with some little gift that meant something to them. Anyway, I had taken the day off work to sign the papers at my lawyers, and I really felt like buying myself a drink, to celebrate, as I said. I wasn't familiar with the bars in my neighborhood, mainly because I usually had little money to spend in them. There was one that I'd often noticed, by the name of Sapphisticated Lady, that looked nice. The 'Sapph' part was very stylized, so I wasn't really sure what it spelled, though I figured it out later. In retrospect, I guess the name should have been a clue (well, duh!), but I was a little naive about such things then. I stepped inside, and the cool shadows inside felt immediately comforting. I didn't see anyone else inside, other than the bartender, which was fine with me, as I was there to bid a final adieu to my biggest mistake. The bartender, a middle aged blonde, asked what I'd have. I told her I'd heard that White Russians were nice, so I'd like one of those. "Not a regular drinker, huh?" she said with a smile. "No," I replied. "Just celebrating the loss of an albatross." "An alba-what?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Albatross," I said. "It's from 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,' by Coleridge. A guy has to go around with an albatross, it's like a seagull I guess, around his neck. So it's kind of a metaphor for having something unpleasant in your life you just can't get rid of. In my case, I just finalized my divorce from a scumbag." "A man, huh?" she said. "Yeah, we get them driving a lot of customers in here," she said with a smirk. "I don't mind though, it builds my business and sometimes results in playmates. What's not to like?" Now it was my turn to look puzzled. "Playmates?" I said. "Honey, you DO know this is a dyke bar, don't you?" she said. "Umm, a lesbian bar?" I said, slowly. I guess a look of understanding passed over my face then, because the bartender began nodding. "Oh, Sappho, I get it. That's kind of cute. Um, but I'm not..." "Honey, if I had a dime for every time somebody said...well, I could retire and move to Malibu with Anne Heche. Look, I don't care if you are or aren't, I just didn't want you to be too surprised when someone came onto you. You ARE pretty cute." "You think so?" I asked, unable to resist fishing for a compliment, even from one of, uh, them. "Tall, feminine looking, curly brown hair, blue eyes, not a bad face. Yeah, good luck with that. Girls here don't put up with much crap, so watch your step if you stick around. And, uh, I hope you will. You know, I get off at eight, if..." "Um, thanks, but I'm just here for a drink, even if I am, or not," I finished, trying to sound mysterious while shooting her down. I'd never been with a girl, though I didn't have any particular objections to other people doing that. I'd just never thought about it for myself. She went back to polishing the bar, and I went back to polishing off my drink. It was pretty good, sweet and coffee-ish, and I couldn't taste any liquor in it. As you might guess, I'm not a practiced drinker, so I don't really like the taste of alcohol. She asked me every once in a while if I wanted it freshened, which I did, and I began to relax. Several other people came in during that time, well, to be specific, several other women came in, though a couple of them looked kind of rough. The place began to fill up pretty rapidly, and I realized it was after five o'clock, I guess people having a drink after work, on their way home. Of course, it was all women, and I surveyed the crowd. There were some very attractive women, some cute women, some plain women, and some women who looked like a couple of miles of bad road. In other words, a typical group of women, gay or straight. Except for the way that some of them dressed, like exceptionally masculine men, they otherwise looked like anybody else. One of the women sitting alone, an attractive young redhead, smiled at me from across the room, and when I tentatively smiled back, she walked over. "Hi," she said, leaning down and bringing her face close to mine. "My name's Gail," she said, the smell of strawberries sweet on her breath. "Umm, I'm Celeste," I said. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, looking at the seat on the other side of the booth. "Um, okay," I said. I was intrigued, and a little bit interested. It was very strange, though. I had never looked at another woman, in the same way I had in the past looked at men. That is, as a potential sexual partner. Unless you've been in that kind of a situation, it's really hard to understand, I think. Kind of like having to drive in England, on the left side of the road, where you've driven on the right side all of your life. It's not really difficult, certainly not impossible, but you have to think about each step in a new perspective. So, we talked, and pretty soon I got over the strangeness of it, and talked to Gail as though she were another person, which, of course, she was. She was very pleasant, and I found that I actually liked her. I had to go through that mind shift, though, when she asked me to dance. A slow dance, and I agreed. It was really quite a lovely experience, not being dwarfed by my dance partner, as we're both about 5' 6" tall, and of medium build. Where I had been used to being thrown about by my dance partner, she more like 'shared' the dance with me, each of us leading, and following, the other. I rested my cheek against hers, and enjoyed her fragrance, a lovely, delicate perfume I'd never smelled before. It did feel noticeably strange to feel breasts poking into mine, but not as awkward as feeling a man's erect cock being rubbed into my pelvis, as I'd had happen several times in college, and on my wedding day to Dip Shit. Gail whispered something into my ear, I felt it more than heard it. Her soft, warm breath caressing my ear lobe, the moistness of her breath on my skin, almost like being kissed. So different from a man, so gentle, so tender. I felt a shiver down my spine, lingering in my stomach, a kind of 'first date' excitement. I pressed my cheek closer to hers, feeling her breathe, her heartbeat strong against me. I grew, well, not excited I guess, but very, very comfortable with Gail. Nothing sexual of course, just, um, companionable. Sure. I knew the moment I floated that one past my conscious self, that it was a crock of crap. I was starting to feel, well, horny. My pussy was wet, and hot and itching, and my nipples were sensitive. I could feel a heat in my upper chest, rising to my face. I was reacting sexually to her touch, and smell, the rhythm of her body with mine. The only thing that was missing was her taste, and the sounds she'd make in my ear as she made me and herself cum. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach, stronger now, that I'd find out about her taste, and the sounds she made when she'd orgasm, and it only made me wetter between my thighs. God! "Your heart..." Gail said, breaking me out of my dream-like reverie. "Huh?" I said, suavely. "Your heart, it's beating so fast," she said, pulling away to look deeply into my eyes. I pulled her back, embarrassed. She stroked my back, her strong hand taking me in, the movement of her fingers against me reverberating throughout me. I felt as though she were stripping me, and me wanting it, too. "Let's go," she said, and I nodded dumbly into her neck. She took my hand and led me off the dance floor. We paused to grab our stuff from the booth, then she dragged me out the door, past the beefy dyke manning the entrance, who was busy running her fingers along the neckline of a cute teenaged girl who was trying to talk her way in. As we left the bar, Gail dragged me around the side of the building, no more than ten feet away, but deep in the shadows cast by trees by the streetlight. She pressed me into the wall, and paused, looking into my eyes, though I knew she couldn't see them. I grabbed her arms and pulled her face closer to mine, her lips soon found mine, hard and suddenly we were kissing, just like men and women do, but she was another woman. Kissing ME, a woman! Or rather, I was kissing her. That part was my fault. I accept that. But she was the one pressing herself into and against me, her warm, soft breasts molding with mine, her nipples hard. Surprisingly, mine were too. It's hard for me, please understand. Hard to put into words, that I was turned on by being in a clinch with another woman. Later, I had all the qualms. Did it mean I was a lesbian, or a pervert? Did it mean I hated men? All that kind of crap. Well, I wasn't worrying about that stuff then, I was only enjoying the pleasure of her closeness to me. We kissed, there, for the longest time, then Gail said, "C'mon, it's getting cold out, let's sit in my car and talk." So we walked, hand in hand, the two blocks to her Red Pearl Honda CRV, and she unlocked the passenger side, and opened the door for me, then closing it behind me, and I had another one of those 'driving in England' moments, as she walked around to the driver's side. When she got in, I was starting to feel doubts creep in. Then she leaned over and kissed me again, and I forgot whatever it was I was worrying about. Her car had single seats, and as we both kissed a lot more, it was kind of awkward. When she gestured to the back seat, I nodded, and we crawled through to the back. I couldn't help but notice how nice her ass looked in her jeans as she crawled through in front of me. I wondered what it would taste like if I bit her, but then chickened out. We returned to kissing, much more comfortable now, then I branched out a little more to exploring the nape of her neck with my right hand, my left being down where the seat tucked in, between our hips. Her neck was hot, under her curly hair, and her skin so smooth. She sighed when I rubbed her there. I think most people like to feel their neck and shoulders being rubbed. Anyway, I was enjoying the feel of her there, when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my right breast, cupping it through my blouse and bra. No shy touch, she had it all, and she knew what to do with it. "Oh!" I said, when she pinched my nipple. "You've never been with a woman, at all, have you," Gail said. She wasn't asking a question, but I answered anyway. "Uh, no." "Then why are you with me?" she asked, her green eyes fixed on mine. "Um, I was curious. And I kind of wanted...want... to do something different in my life. And, I don't feel any embarrassment about it right now, which is kind of different, I usually get embarrassed about all kinds of things... and most of all, I really like you." "Well, you've had a couple of drinks, right?" she asked. "That'll usually make 'new things' a lot easier." I could see her grinning in the moon light. "And would you like to keep trying new things...?" "Oh yes," I said, smiling back. "Good," she said, bringing her lips back to mine, and her hand, which had paused, returned to caressing me. I began rubbing her shoulder, too shy to actually touch her breast, but that was okay, caressing another woman's shoulder and back, and kissing her, was a lot of newness for me, so I didn't see any need to rush it. I sort of noticed the windows fogging up, and that made me giggle, another 'driving in England' moment. I'd sure never fogged up windows because of another girl before, but I did like it! My excitement was growing, her touch on me was very expert. She was able to build my excitement level without the clumsiness that boys, and then Dip Shit, had frequently shown. I finally got a little bolder and slipped my right hand around from Gail's shoulder, to cup her left breast. It was warm, and full, and I could feel her breathing through my touch, and I think I could feel her heart beating, too. Rapid and light, like a bird. She moaned when I touched her breast. She began unbuttoning my blouse, and I let her, until it was open, then she pulled it a little more out of my skirt, and slid her hand in, touching my bare midriff and stomach, under my bra. I snuggled in closer, liking the feel of her warm hand on me. She actually pulled me across the seat, even a little closer to her warmth. With her other hand, she picked up my left hand and put it in her lap, then her free hand started sliding up, under my skirt, along my thigh. By this point I had a clear idea what I was getting into, and what she probably wanted to do, so I spread my legs a little further apart, so that she could touch my pussy whenever she got to that point. I so wanted her to make me cum, I was far more excited than I ever remembered being with anyone before. My kissing became sloppier, then she finally broke off our kiss, and started undressing me for real. My blouse was easy, she just pulled that off my shoulders, down my arms. The bra, well, she reached around me, kissing the swell of my breasts while she did, then pulled that, too, down my arms, and my breasts were free, and naked to her. Her eyes were all over my pink nipples, then her fingertips caressing the undersides of my breasts. Nobody ever did anything that erotic to me before, just stroking the sensitive skin there. "Pretty," she cooed, bending down to take first, my left nipple into her mouth, sucking on it, then the other, while my hands went to the back of her head to hold her to me, loving the feel of a woman's warm, wet mouth on me. Her tongue swirled around my nipples, and her teeth lightly grazed them too, making me wince slightly from the pain, but oh, SO wet! But she didn't stop there. She unbuttoned the button at the top of my skirt, then began pulling it down. "I'm going to fuck your hot little pussy, sweetheart," she said, "just as soon as I get your wet little panties off. Do you want to get fucked now?" I didn't say anything, but lifted my butt up to make it easier for her. I found I really liked the idea of being naked with her. She slipped it over my feet, and I sat there next to her, wearing only a pair of satin panties. She leaned down and forward, until her nose was in the crotch of my panties. "Oooh, somebody's very wet," she giggled, and ran her finger over my small bulge there. My labia and clit swell up quite a bit when I'm excited. I felt her tongue lapping against the fabric, then unexpectedly, she pulled the satin aside, and my bare, wet little pussy was exposed to her. "And somebody smells VERY good," she said. I felt my face turning red, but I never wanted anything more in my life, than I wanted to feel her pink tongue fucking my eager slit. I forgot about embarrassment, though, when the tip of her very pink tongue flicked across the top of my clitoris, not even really touching it, really, but just the kiss of the outer molecules of her hot flesh across the outermost nerve endings of my swelling clit, itself pink, almost red, and very, very hot as it engorged with blood. Tendrils of electricity coursed through my pelvis from her delicate touch, and I moaned, encouraging her all the more. She chuckled under her breath, but her face never left my crotch, as I slipped down further in the seat, my legs spreading wider as I did. Her hands, strong and firm, gripped the tops of my upper thighs, and she corkscrewed them outward and upward, opening up my tender slit, displaying the glistening, dark red interior of my vagina, though I'm sure much of that view was lost in the dim light of the car interior. Gail didn't seem to mind, though, as she was busily reacting to the smells and tastes before her, and the sounds above her, as my sighs and moans became deeper, more guttural. I was losing control of my own reactions, as I experienced sensations that I'd never dreamed existed. No one before had displayed the finesse, combined with moments of savage lust, that Gail brought with her in that steamy car. "Fuck!" I heard some woman mutter, as Gail briefly took the nubbin of my clit, seemingly ready to (almost) literally explode, into her mouth, between her lips, pressing, pressing, pressing, her tongue so lightly slipping over the slippery top of my clit... Then I realized it was my voice. My hands went to my naked breasts, nipples taut and hard in the silvery-grey light, stroking them, squeezing them, pinching the nipples to intermingle pain with ultimate pleasure, if only to have something to compare the pleasure to. Then, all on my own, I thought to lift my legs up, thighs pressed against my swollen breasts, looking desperately down at Gail's wet face, now peering up at me inquisitively. "Fuck me, please!" I begged, hoping that she would take me, ravish me, FUCK me, how ever and in what ever way she desired, but only put a cap on the spiraling pleasure that was making me insane with desire. Gail did, then pushing my feet up until they rested on the front seat headrests, my cunt dripping downward now, not onto the seat, but down into the crack of my ass, which was equally accessible to her, crouched on the floor. Her mouth and lips kissed the lips of my pussy then, my first kiss there, her tongue slipping easily into the hot, wet hungry opening of my femininity. She fucked in and out of my hole, gathering my creamy cum, my salty musk, and filling her mouth with it, then swallowing it. I envied her the taste. Her fingers slipped under my airborne thighs, and caressed along the hot, sweaty valley between my ass cheeks, pausing only at the small, puckered opening centered there. I sighed as her finger tip traced the rubbery skin there, hoping that she would do what I didn't dare to imagine. To my utter joy, she slipped her finger around in my creamy cum accumulated there, then slipped her slim finger inside of me, penetrating my anus like a practiced groom taking his wife's virginity on their wedding night, so smoothly and satisfyingly. I came quickly, my first anal fuck showing me the pleasures I had missed heretofore. Driving in England Ch. 01 I could only imagine what the car must look, and sound and smell like, but I didn't care, I was totally in the thrall of this wonderful woman who had brought me far more pleasure than I could imagine ever existing, and I let loose at the moment when she thrust two intertwined fingers deep inside my steaming ass hole, while simultaneously thrusting her tongue deep, in a circular movement swabbing the interior of my pussy, then seizing my clit between her lips while scraping the rough surface of that magical tongue across my clit. I imagine I would have deafened her with my shriek of pleasure, if my thighs had not been partially covering her ears already. My hips and thighs shook with uncontrollable release, I sobbed with inability to verbally express all I was experiencing, and Gail simply hung on until I came down from my orgasm, which seemed as though it took hours to finish, but was most likely a little less. I kept having mini-orgasms as I came back to myself. Both the degree and length of the sensations were unlike anything I had previously experienced, and I honestly believe I could have died happy then, experiencing all the delights the flesh had to offer at one time. After a time, Gail raised up and softly kissed my chin, then my cheeks, rosy with my post orgasmic blush, then the quivering tip of my nose, then finally my lips. Her soft, full warm lips, rich with the feminine fragrance of my most intimate parts, pressed lightly to mine, inviting me to respond, but not forcing, my arching upward to seal our affair, hungering for her, more, all of Gail that she would allow me. Somewhere in my mind I considered and marveled at the change in my perspective, from a mildly curious dabbler into the exotic nature of feminine love, into an enthusiastic initiate into yet only some of the mysteries and pleasures the Sisterhood held. I was anxious for more, as I clutched Gail to me, my cheek next to hers now, my lips inches from her ear. "God, Gail! That was..." I paused, unable to put it all into words. "Nice?" she giggled, kissing my cheek, then pulling back to look at me, a friend again instead of a lover. "Uh, yeah. But better than nice. Say, heavenly. Or paradise. Or-" "Whoah, those are pretty extreme comparisons, Celeste. Makes me think that'd be pretty hard to top a second time," Gail said, looking serious. "Um, you'd be willing to, uh-" Well, I paused so long on that, that Gail grinned and said, "Fuck you? Or were you going to say, 'Lick my clit and eat my pussy?' Or maybe, 'Stick your fingers up my a-'" I hurriedly buried my face in her long hair, in the crook of her neck, inhaling her warmth and her own fragrance, so fresh and desirable to me now. I nodded my head in that safe little nest. "All of them?" Gail asked softly, reading my mind perfectly. "Uh huh," I whispered, kissing her downy throat. "Again and again and-" She surprised me then, kissing me hard, her lips almost painfully pressed against mine, but I felt what was becoming a now-familiar stirring in my clitoris. "Uhh," I moaned, as she pressed her pelvis into mine, and her breasts against mine. "Fuck, Gail, could I...do you?" I asked, shyly, my eyes fixed on hers. "God, yes!" she said, almost instantly pulling her top over her head, her breasts in my face. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, her sweet breasts bare in my face, her nipples stiff and hard, a light brown. I could smell her light scent of perspiration from under her arms, and under her breasts, and I found it very arousing. My lips gently fastened on one of her nipples, no real taste that I could find, other than a faint salty taste, but the fragrance of her perfume, and her perspiration, and her body heat, excited me so, that I caused her to yelp with pain when I momentarily sucked too hard on her luscious tit. "Down, girl," she giggled, though her hand cradled my head so that I could continue to suck her. My hands went to her breasts - they were so warm and soft, and exciting. So smooth and feminine, I fell in love with her breasts. I could have sucked on her all night. Gail had other ideas, though. I felt her shucking down her jeans even as my mouth stayed fixed on her nipple. Her legs were warm on mine, both of us naked now, as her panties had come down with her jeans. I groaned deep within my throat, and my fingers slid into the juncture of her thighs, immediately slipping across her wet slit, her small bush a soft puff against my palm. "Umm, that's it baby, tickle my pussy," Gail sighed. My finger slipped inside another woman's slick vagina for the first time, but hopefully not the last. She got up on the seat on her knees, her pussy closer to my face, and the fragrance of her hot, wet slit was overwhelming in its magnificence. Cunt cream dripped down her thighs as her excitement grew even greater. Her hand on the back of my head grew even more insistent, as it was her pussy now that wanted pleasing. My nose rubbed into her bush of curly hair, a soft pillow that held the flavor of her womanhood. My mouth began watering as the mingled perfume of musky sex, perspiration and, frankly, her ass, was for me the strongest aphrodisiac I'd ever encountered. I tentatively slipped my tongue out, and it was immediately engulfed by the slick, tight walls of her pussy. I slid inside her, deeper, trying to climb inside her unsuccessfully, and as my nose and upper lip pressed into her stiff clit, she screamed quietly, her hips shaking uncontrollably as she came, over and over. I slowed my licking of her pussy, knowing that further stimulation might be painful. I guess I got lucky, because I picked up the pace of my cunt licking just as she recovered from her hypersensitivity, her hips rolling faster and faster against my face and mouth as her excitement grew, on her way to her second orgasm. This one would be slower, and more relaxed. I kissed and licked her full, plump, hot labia, her sparse hairs along them tickling my lips, as most of her trimmed pubic hair was concentrated above her clit. We were both moaning and sighing, Gail from the pleasure of having me mouth her pussy, me from the joy of licking another woman's cunt, a pleasure I'd never imagined just earlier in the day. My hands went around Gail's full, warm hips, her round ass cheeks in my palms. I couldn't believe how exciting it felt, to touch and caress another woman's naked ass. I stroked her softly, and Gail threw her head back. "Uhh," she grunted. "Fuck my ass, sweetie," she begged. Of course, I'd never had my fingers inside a woman's ass, not even my own, but, remembering how nice Gail's finger in my ass had felt, I was excited about the idea. I stroked my fingertips inside her hot ass furrow, the valley between her round bottom cheeks so hot, steamy and moist. My fingers were wetted by a combination of Gail's perspiration, and her cream that had dripped down there, and I covered them in the sweet, creamy fluid, idly wondering how it would taste and smell back there. I gently slipped the tip of my index finger in her pucker, marveling at the way her supple ass ring responded to my touch. As I touched her, her anus at first tightened, then loosened, as she consciously invited me inside her rectum. "Fuck, harder!" she snarled, leaning down and biting, well, nipping actually, my ear lobe, cradling my head in the crook of her arm. The sharp pain spurred me, and my slim finger slipped all the way inside her barely resisting rear entrance. "God, yes!" she moaned, her round bottom pushing back into my hand, attempting to get more inside. Her hips were rotating slightly, too, as Gail attempted to maximize her sensations. It made it harder to keep my mouth on her pussy, but that was okay, I thought, there were so many good things there to lick and kiss, especially her swollen red clit, which was full and hard, a woman's small penis. I wanted her to fuck my mouth with it, while my tongue was doing her pussy, and my finger fucked her deep inside her magnificent, hot ass. Gail squealed, and I did too, as the sensations overwhelmed her and pure ecstasy took over control of her conscious being. "Ungh, fuck, yes, yes, YES!" she exclaimed, her head pressed against the ceiling of the car, her hands now also pressed there, my feet still up on the headrests. Then Gail dropped one of her hands down outside of her hip, and between my legs, roughly stroking my own energized clit, making me cum in an explosion of delight, and arms and legs, as my hips bucked upward into her, my lips pressing down on her clit. She fell down back into the seat, laughing and howling in paroxysms of pure pleasure. Her sweaty body rested against my own very sweaty body, our breasts slipping against each other, her breathing rapid in my ear as she struggled to regain her breath. "God," she said. "God," again, then kissing my ear lobe. "That was great, baby. Absolutely the best." I felt a pride at that, never having been in the position of pleasing another woman before. "I've got to introduce you to Mar," she said. "Who's Mar," I gasped out, my own breathing still heavy. "My girlfriend," Gail said. "I want you to meet her, I think you'd love her." My feelings were, to say the least, kind of confused at that point. Driving in England Ch. 02 "I've got to introduce you to Mar," Gail said, after we'd just finished fucking in her car. "Who's Mar?" I gasped out, my own breathing still heavy. "My girlfriend," Gail said. "I want you to meet her, I think you'd love her." My feelings were, to say the least, kind of confused at that point. I'd just been made love to by a beautiful woman for the very first time, and I'd finally ended my bad marriage to an irresponsible shit. So, I was trying to sort out the afterglow of lovemaking, complicated with the shock and disappointment of having someone actively making sure that I experience the greatest possible pleasure, but who was not in love with me, but rather someone else, and I needed to find a space to think about things. I answered Gail rather absently, I suppose she might have thought I wasn't happy with her, I don't know, but she kissed me. She looked at me contemplatively, her expression highlighted by the dashboard lights. "You didn't expect that I'd have a girlfriend, did you?" she said, sympathetically, idly brushing back a lock of red hair from above her sea-green eyes. "No, I, no...I, I don't know," I responded. "I guess, I guess I thought that you weren't, um, seeing anyone and so...". I looked down at the floor of the car. I could still smell the heavy musk of our combined fluids, rich and so evocative of our mutual pleasure. "And so, I was attracted to you, and maybe...maybe we could build a relationship?" she asked. I nodded. I felt a slight pain in my chest. "I AM attracted to you. I don't fuck just any girl that comes along! But I AM in love with Mar, and we live together, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. That doesn't mean that neither she nor I can express love and friendship to other people." "And I think you're someone that both of us would love, and would very much want as a friend. And that doesn't happen every day - believe me!" She looked directly into my eyes, and I felt an outpouring of warmth for her, both for the things she'd said, and for the way she'd said it. If only men could learn to tell the truth like that, we'd all be much happier. My eyes filled, and I blinked, trying to keep the tears from actually forming, but a small tear ran down my right cheek. Gail saw the tear, and gently kissed it, taking me in her arms. I hugged her, and I felt so close to her then, though there was that aching disappointment inside me. "Would you come home with me?" Gail asked tentatively, her eyes searching mine. I looked away. "Oh, no," I said. "I've got to understand these feelings, please. Gail, I want to think about what you said, and what this all means, okay?" My eyes returned to hers. They seemed almost magnetic. Gail looked at me intently. "Okay, but only if you'll let me call you in a few days, and invite you over," she said. That sounded safe to me. "Okay," I said. I gave her my number, then she kissed me and hugged me again. I was so acutely aware of her body then. Her body's warmth sank deep into my soul, her strength was clear and certain in the touch of her hands on my arms. The smell of her perfume, and her breath, and the recesses of her sweet being filled my nostrils, making my clitoris throb and pulse yet again. I knew though, that I should be by myself for a while - it really WOULD be the best thing, now. We dressed, then Gail drove me the few short blocks to my apartment building. We kissed at parting, and I entered the building, missing her already. I entered my small, empty apartment, fed Chloe and Otis, my two cats, then stripped down and prepared for bed, putting on my favorite nightgown, a white, embroidered lace full length gown, and lay down on the bed, hoping I would fall asleep. My brown hair spread out over the pillow, and the lace of the gown. My body was tired, but my head was spinning with all that had happened, and the significant changes my life had just gone through. In the matter of a few hours, I had gone from a depressed, poor heterosexual to an elated AND depressed, poor bisexual, or possibly even lesbian. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, depressed about what had happened with Gail, but in a whirl about the 180 degree change my sexuality had just made. Finally, a growing horniness, plus a desire to do SOMETHING that would let me sleep, drove me to the Internet, to see if I could find some pornographic sites that would let me rub myself to some kind of crude orgasm, so that I COULD sleep. It would be nothing like the pleasure that Gail had brought me, but still.... I went to Google, and typed in 'lesbian', to see what would come up. I got a lot of sites that had lifestyle guidance, something I thought I might very well need, but not at that moment. Right then, I wanted to try to recreate the sense of love, and need, and caring and well, romance, that I'd felt with Gail, combined with the overwhelming sensation of lust. Was that so much to ask? So I tried 'lesbian fiction' plus 'erotic stories', and then pushed the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' tab (well, I was!) Anyway, that led me to a site called "Literotica." You'll have to find it on your own - I hope you will! That sounded about right, as it seemed to have stories both well-written and extremely sexy. Of course, I went to the section titled "Lesbian Sex", and that was just what I needed. Oh my god, the stories were so beautiful. That night, that was EXACTLY what I wanted. I picked out 'Rest Stop', by someone named Evil Alpaca, as it was listed on the front page of their most highly ranked stories. The writing was fantastic, putting me into the mind of a woman much like myself, Taylor, who has an unexpected friendship, and romance with another woman, Lilly. So beautifully written, romantic, but wildly sexy, I came after reading 2/3 of the way into it, and fell madly in love with lesbian love. Later I discovered that all of the stories on that site were equally beautiful. As I read further into the story, my breathing became shallow, and rapid. My chest felt hot, a flush creeping over my breasts and throat towards my face. My nipples pressed against my night gown, and I hurriedly pulled it off, freeing myself from its close confines, and making me feel naughty, almost as an eager participant in Taylor and Lilly's fictional, but highly erotic, lovemaking. I sprawled lower in the stiff chair in front of my computer, my legs spread wider, my slit opening and drooling already. My bare ass pressed against the tan velour seat covering, as the fingers of my right hand lightly stroked over my hot and plump labia, my left hand stroking my breasts lightly. I could barely keep my eyes on the monitor with my fingers caressing my intimate parts, my clit, labia, nipples, and occasionally, reaching under my pussy to vainly touch the small rosebud of my anus, but the words describing the women, the pictures they created, and their budding, ripe sexual blossoming with each other, drove me to heights of lust. I thrust two fingers together into my dripping cunt, gasping as my thumb pressed into my erect clit, until finally I thrust aside the lovely literature that had inflamed me so, and concentrated on thoughts of Gail. I pictured her sweet lips pressed against mine, as her fingers slipped in and out of my eager hole. I moaned with pleasure and delight, and vocalized my yearning to the empty room. "Oh fuck, yes, Gail, fuck me with your long fingers! I love the way you touch me, I'd do anything you tell me to do, please, make me lick your cunt, and lick you all over. Yes, yes, I'll kiss and lick your bottom. Oh! But please don't make me lick your little rear hole, and stick my tongue inside your plump, hot ass!" I wasn't exactly sure where THAT came from, but at the thought of being forced to lick Gail's sweet anus, I came, thunderously, my fingers flashing in and out of my pussy, my clit vibrating as I strummed it. My hips shook with ecstasy as I came, again and again, until I slowly collapsed in the seat, my fingers still well inside my slick opening. Using some nearly forgotten yoga skills, I relaxed the muscles in the fringes of my body, all the way in to the center of my torso, leaving my recovering clit as the sole part of me still coming down from my sexual high. I slowly rose up, knowing my monitor would shut itself down, then slipped naked between the cool, clean sheets, two down pillows nestling my head. I brought my feminine cream-covered fingers up to my mouth, sucking on their sweet saltiness, as I dozed, and finally slept soundly, for one of the most refreshing nights of my life. I awoke, feeling wonderful, and ready to resume living, a life that had been on hold, and to consider the role that Gail, and perhaps others, might take in my life. Chloe, the longhaired white 5 year old female, and Otis, the 2 year old short haired male tabby cat, both discovered at the animal shelter as kittens, were sprawled out at the foot of my bed, and meowed a silent greeting as I rose. One thing I noticed about my new attitude and perspective - I was much happier. And I think it translated to my relationships with my co-workers. Everyone remarked on the change, and several slyly asked if I had a boyfriend. Even the receptionist got into it, telling me that I looked positively radiant. Finally, though, I came to the conclusion that I WOULD move on, most likely without Gail, but with her help, as she was the person closest to my current romantic situation, and she might serve as a friend who could help me get on with my life. I called her, instead of waiting for a call. That in itself was something I never would have done before, being the least bit assertive. She sounded really happy to hear my voice. I'm glad I didn't have to go through the embarrassment of her not remembering me! "God, yes, Celeste, I've been dying hoping you'd call," she said, without any guile. "I don't think I'll ever forget that night! When can you come over?" "Um, well, I guess Saturday night, if that's alright, If you've got plans I'll -" "No, that would be wonderful. Please come for dinner, at the very least. If you and Mar don't hit it off, I'll be amazed, but I'll also understand. I would love to have a relationship with you, whatever that means." Gail certainly didn't seem to put on airs, which made a slightly uncomfortable situation, less so. We made arrangements for her to pick me up, as I had no car. I felt very excited as the day approached, and Saturday I picked out a cute but demure outfit, a cream-colored cotton silk floral skirt from Ann Taylor, with a blue stretch silk scoop neck top, as I wanted to make a nice impression on 'Mar', and of course, wanted to please Gail. Early that evening, I heard a knock on my door, and opened it to see Gail standing there, with a brunette who had turned her head momentarily, as a neighbor down the hall was noisily opening his door. She turned to face me, and to my shock, I saw that 'Mar' was 'Marla', the receptionist from my office! We stood speechless, staring at each other, our mouths opening and closing silently, like two fish gasping for oxygen, as Gail stared, pop-eyed, from me, to Mar, and back again, over and over. "What's wrong with you two?" she asked. "I haven't even introduced you-" "Um, you don't need to," Mar said, in her familiar, young voice. "We work together at Karsk." Now it was Gail's turn to stand open-mouthed. She quickly recovered, though. "I never thought to ask you where you work, Celeste," Gail said, apologetically. "I'm SO sorry if-" "Oh, it's okay," I said. "If anything, it sort of makes it a little easier, since I already know Marla, um, Mar. Not as well as you, of course, I mean..." I could see that I was in the bottom of the hole, and further digging was unnecessary. "I agree, Celeste," Marla said, rescuing me. "I think you're a wonderful person, and this is a lovely surprise. I've admired you for so long, and um, this is just really icing on the cake, don't you think?" It came to me that, every bit of awkwardness I felt could be echoed by Mar, if not Gail, and that maybe I should just put that feeling behind me. So I leaned forward and kissed Gail on her cheek, taking her hand, then Mar, and clasping her hand, too. "Shall we get to know each other better?" I asked, then blushed when I considered the context of our relationship so far, one that was mainly sexual. "I mean, talk and, well..." Gail said, "Yes, absolutely, and especially the part that involves eating dinner. I'm starving! Mar and I thought that you might be more at ease if we went to a restaurant, instead of our apartment, at least let you decide how things should go. Would that be okay with you?" I looked into her eyes, and the feelings that I'd felt that night in her car, as well as the fantasy lovemaking I'd experienced later, came back to me, and I smiled. Besides being so exciting, I'd felt so very comfortable with her, and that feeling was coming back again. "Yes, I'd like that. Very much," I said. Gail mentioned a Vegetarian restaurant in town that they'd found, and eaten at a few times. "We've never had a bad experience there. Does that sound interesting to you?" "It sounds lovely," I said, and we headed downstairs, then Gail drove us to the restaurant a few miles away. It was quite charming, small and intimate. Not surprisingly, there weren't a lot of men around, I think men tend to prefer meat with their meals, at least in my experience. I had a vegan Pasta Siciliana, Gail had a kind of chickpea stew, an Indian recipe, I think, and Mar had a tofu shish kabob dish with Portobello mushrooms and different vegetables. It was all very tasty. We shared a bottle of a white wine with the meal. During our meal, and the sometimes sparkling, sometimes hesitant, conversation that ensued, I looked more closely at Marla, or as I thought of her now, Mar. Before, of course, I had regarded her in a business context. I'd always found her to be pleasant and friendly, but since a person is always pigeon-holed as to where they stand in the organization, I hadn't had much of an opportunity to get to know her - or perhaps I hadn't tried. In any case, that business relationship had gone right out the window, and a new one was taking its place. I looked at her now as a potential lover, and I very much liked what I saw. Her long, curly black hair, rested on her shoulders, like a small cloud. Glossy and full, she was like one of those women in conditioner commercials, every hair perfect. Her complexion was flawless, her smile genuine. I could see why the company had picked her as receptionist, she put forth a friendly, but professional image. Her dress was exquisite, and at first I was a little surprised that she'd be wearing such an expensive looking outfit, but then it occurred to me that I was judging her based on preconceptions, something I am guilty of doing too often, and that I didn't really know her at all, but that I'd most certainly benefit from knowing her better. Her form I knew, from my casual judging of her body against mine, as we all do it, even if unconsciously. Her breasts were modest in size, maybe B cups, her height, a little shorter than I, and her bottom was very impressive, round and full. I wondered if I'd see it a little more intimately, and I flashed back to my ass fantasy of the week before, and colored a little. Imagining my mouth on another woman's rear end made my clit tingle, and I could feel my slit wetting a little. I squirmed in my seat. Gail, of course, had been ever-present in my memory ever since we'd made love in the back seat of her car. The flaming red color of her pussy, her small red bush above it, her sweet, musky feminine fragrance filling my nose, the feel of her full breasts in my hands, were all wildly intoxicating and exhilarating. My pussy began producing excessive lubrication, and I began to wonder if anyone could smell my need. After a lot of really good food, conversation, and finally, relaxing (certainly on my part - I didn't realize how nervous I really had been), we left the restaurant. I was in the back seat, feeling only a little like a third wheel on a bike, but when Mar asked if I'd be interested in seeing their apartment, I responded, "I'd love to. I'd love to see how you've decorated it. Maybe you could give me some ideas." Mar grinned, but didn't say anything. She just looked at Gail, who turned the car towards their neighborhood. It was clear to all of us what would happen when we got there. Their apartment was really quite unexpected. It was located in an old, nineteenth century mansion, in a gentrified part of town. It had been split into five or six apartments, really quite upscale. They had an outside entrance, and as I looked around, my breath was taken away by their beautifully appointed entrance. I never dreamed that an apartment would have an oaken door, with leaded glass lights on either side, Tiffany style, depicting clematis vines in full bloom. The lights on inside lit the entrance dramatically through the glass, highlighting the striking purple flowers. Gail let us in, and I couldn't help asking, "How do you all afford such a beautiful place?" I didn't mean to sound so, well, bitchy, and I bit my tongue immediately afterwards. Gail laughed. "You mean, how do two lesbians earning modest salaries do so well?" My face reddened. "Don't worry, we get that question all the time. Mar inherited some money, and I have a pretty profitable erotic story business on the side, plus we're both pretty sharp shoppers. We've found some great values just by knowing something about antiques, plus this 'apartment' is actually a condominium, part of Mar's inheritance. Her mother had it for years, when this neighborhood wasn't quite as nice. We were very lucky." "Um, I don't mean to be nosy....'erotic story business'?" I said. Mar laughed. "Gail has quite an imagination, and she really knows how to express it in writing. And lesbian erotica is in fashion. People will pay a lot of money for well-written erotica, after seeing all the crap out there on the Internet." I thought of mentioning the website I'd found, and figured I'd bring it up later. It seemed to have some pretty nice writing on it, and it was free. "C'mon in," Mar said. "We'd really like you to see the place, and feel at home here." She showed me the various rooms, as Gail went into the kitchen. I was impressed by everything, of course, but the oak floor was beautifully finished, perfectly stained and varnished, then waxed to a high luster, and the small area rugs they had in place were exquisite. Mar said they were various types of Persian rugs they'd picked up along the way. I was almost afraid to walk on them! She pointed one out as a Tabriz, another as a Kashmar, and a third as a Sarough, all SO lovely. They had two bedrooms, one clearly shared by the two of them, with an immense cherry sleigh bed covered with what seemed like hundreds of throw pillows, and a very old looking quilt. "That's been in Gail's family for over 150 years," Mar said. "The bed?" I said. "Uh, no, just the quilt," Mar giggled. "We picked up the bed at an estate sale a couple of years ago. It's pretty old, but I don't think it's THAT old." The other bedroom was nicely decorated, with an antique mahogany dresser, and armoire, and a double size canopy bed. "Unfortunately, this bed isn't really quite large enough for couples staying over, so we usually have to make other arrangements when we have more than one guest." I didn't quite know what to make of that, but it conjured up some interesting images! The third bedroom had been converted into an office, with two computers set up, side by side. "We both like to get onto the Internet and chat, work, whatever," Mar said. I remembered my evening at the computer after meeting Gail, and my knees grew a little weak. I'd never look at a computer as the same workaday tool anymore, and I knew if I ever got lonely, it could help at least a little. Driving in England Ch. 02 Gail caught up to us, and handed Mar and I each a glass of a Sauvignon Blanc, I don't remember the name, then went back for hers. Mar and I were standing by the bathroom door when she got back. The wine was delicious, and we finished it as we stood and talked, Mar describing the fixtures and accompaniments in the bathroom, also tastefully decorated. "Your place is really lovely," I said to both of them. "I'm envious, you've done so much." Gail leaned over and softly, slowly, kissed my cheek. "We were only successful because we let our friends help us when they could, and didn't let pride hold us back." She looked steadily into my eyes, paused, then kissed me again, this time on the lips. I felt an erotic thrill in the pit of my stomach, and kissed her back, my lips remaining on hers, and acutely sensitive to the feel of her full lips on me, and the warm, rushing feel of her breath on my cheek, the sweet, slightly sour, wine smell of her breath, all intoxicating in a sensual way. I felt her take my body next to hers, her warm breasts the first to touch me, then her stomach, finally her hips pressing to mine, as her arms went around my neck. I was sinking into the whirlpool of her touch, when I felt Mar press herself to my back, her breasts warm and soft on me, her crotch so hot on my ass, her hands going around me to cup my breasts, her fingers rolling and pinching my nipples. Her soft, warm lips on my neck and shoulders, made me woozy with pleasure. "Ohhh!" I exclaimed softly, involuntarily. The feeling of two beautiful women on me was pleasant, I never wanted it to end. We stood there silently, Gail and I kissing, Mar kissing me, their feminine bodies pressing me into ecstasy, and I felt my excitement growing. "Mmmm," I moaned, as Mar's hand slipped down my body to slide under my skirt, then up my thigh. Her fingers trailed excruciatingly lightly up my inner thigh, like a gossamer fairy trail just touching/not touching me, until her fingers came to the barrier of my satin panties. I shivered as her finger slipped under the elastic at the vee of my crotch, directly to the bottom of my slit. I could feel moisture gathering there, and when her finger easily slipped inside me, I came, shuddering with ecstasy. Gail's tongue slipped deep inside my mouth as I gasped, and I felt so lewdly excited, that I burrowed deeper into Gail's strong arms. "Mmm," I moaned, again, Gail's hands leaving my neck, then slipping around my sides and down to my ass. She lifted up my skirt, then slipped her hands inside my panties, holding my ass cheeks in her strong hands. I felt like such a slut, with a woman's hands on my ass, and another woman finger fucking my dripping cunt. It was fabulous! Gail's hands were caressing my ass cheeks, I couldn't stand the pleasure. I broke our kiss apart, and said, into her cheek, "Fuck! Fuck me, please, both of you, I can't stand it, it's been so long..." Mar began to kneel down behind me, I could feel her face as she kissed my shoulders, then lower back, then my ass, all through my clothes...at first. She reached around to unsnap my skirt, my pussy missing the feel of her finger inside me. As I groaned with the loss of such a pleasant sensation, my skirt fell to the floor, Mar immediately slipping my now wet panties down my thighs. I could feel Mar kissing the warm globes of my ass, then Gail's fingers on my ass, then my ass again, back and forth. I felt Gail's fingers pulling my butt cheeks apart, exposing my pink, puckered opening to Mar. I blushed again - even as excited as I was, I wasn't used to someone contemplating my ass hole from inches away, especially another woman. I felt hot breath in the furrow of my ass, then the wet, rough tip of her tongue, as Mar began licking my hole. God! It was so exciting to let myself go, to be so slutty with these two women. Gail's hands slid up my sides, under my blouse, as Mar concentrated on my plump, warm and round ass, using her hands, and mouth to excite me. My face was buried in Gail's breasts. I wanted to be a total slut, but I wasn't sure I could look either Mar or Gail in the eyes. I slid my hands around Gail's waist, loving the firm feel of her feminine flesh, the hot, aroused smell of her body. As Mar licked and kissed my ass, Gail pulled her hands up to my breasts, in their bra, and caressed and cupped them, then swiftly withdrew them, and began unbuttoning my blouse. As each open button revealed more, Gail kissed the swell of my bosom between the satin cups, a soft expression of lust on her face. She pulled my blouse off my shoulders, and it slowly fluttered to the floor, as I groaned with delight. Gail nuzzled my breasts, my hands on her head, pulling her close. She reached behind me and unhooked the bra. As it fell forward, I let the straps slip down my arms, and I was completely naked before these two women, while they were both fully dressed. I wondered when they, too, would be nude, for me to return the favors. Gail knelt down in front of me, her face close to my wet pussy, while Mar pressed her face in between my butt cheeks, kissing and licking me there so delightfully. Gail pushed forward, her breath running through my curly pubic hair. Her tongue reached out, and slowly licked up my labia on the right side, circled my quivering clitoris, while not quite touching it, then down the left side, the rough surface of her tongue sending jolts of sweet electricity through me. My hips were rotating wildly as Mar stimulated my ass, and Gail pleasured my pussy. My right hand was directly on Gail's head, running through her long, red hair, while I reached around awkwardly to touch Mar's head of glossy black hair. I could hardly push her face deeper into my ass, though I wanted to, but I was rewarded with a grunt from Mar as she laved, and loved, my grateful asshole. Both women savagely and yet tenderly fucked me, from front and behind, as my excitement grew to fever pitch. "Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me! Lick my pussy, yes, slide your tongue deep inside me, fill me, oh fuck! Yeah, that's nice, oh yes, lick my asshole, Mar, lick my dirty bottom, fuck my ass while your lover fucks my cunt! God!! I love being eaten! Oh, fuck, I want to eat you both tonight! I want to lick your tight, hot, asses, and your wet, dripping, hot cunts, and fuck, fuck, fuck...." I was completely lost in the fantasies that had been born somewhere in Gail's car, then later nurtured in front of my computer, and that were now playing themselves out in my real life, here and now, and I came like I'd never cum before, even with Gail a week before. I screamed with pleasure, and both women increased their ferocious attacks, as I slowly collapsed between them on the floor, there in the hallway outside their bathroom. I felt Gail and Mar helping me up, then walking me to their bed, so big and soft, and feminine. I lay back, my head on two extremely soft pillows, as the two stood together, kissing, at the foot of the bed, dozing, thinking they would let me sleep. They acted as though they were entirely unaware that I was there, or looking at them, yet I knew they were fully conscious of my presence. I felt as though I were peeking in on their private lovemaking, and I found that VERY exciting. They slowly stripped each other, slowly unbuttoning each other's blouses, sensuously slipping them off their lithe bodies, then unhooking each other's bra, and slowly twirling around so that their bras removed themselves from their sweet, feminine bodies, deliciously revealing their plump breasts, Gail's tipped with lovely, long pink nipples, Mar's breasts smaller, with thicker, shorter, but equally stiff, brown nipples. Then they slowly slipped down the other's skirt, their now bare, long, slim legs so beautifully graceful and womanly, their hot, delicious pussies, swollen clits, and oh-so-kissable bottoms unfortunately, but only temporarily, covered by small patches of light fabric. As they kissed again, bodies twining around each other, Mar reached her small hand down inside Gail's flimsy panties, her lucky fingers skating through Gail's thatch of fragrant red pubic hair. I could see the fabric push out as Mar stiffened her middle finger to slip inside that hot, wet, cauldron of love between her legs. Even as Mar slowly finger fucked her partner, Gail slipped her hands inside the back of Mar's tight-stretched panties, her fingers strongly gripping Mar's deliciously round ass, until Mar groaned from the pain and pleasure of Gail's torment. The two women continued kissing as they caressed and fucked each other. My own hand found its way into my cunt, strumming across my own naked, erect clit, until I came yet again, watching them make love so sweetly. They each came, hips shaking, and groaning into each other's mouth, then slumped against each other. The two, lovely women, so erotic and appealing, walked hand in hand over to the side of the bed, looking at me, an easily read question in their eyes. I threw back the sheet to show them my own fingers deep inside my dripping pussy, and they climbed in, next to me. "Hello," I murmured. Mar lay against me on one side, her warm body pressed against me, her heat exciting, the smells of their lovemaking strong in my nostrils. She kissed me, tentatively at first, then more passionately, as our mutual excitement grew. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, as she fucked my mouth, my own tongue trying to return the favor, playing with hers. As Mar kissed me so sweetly, Gail, on my other side moved my legs apart, kissing me on my sensitive clit, making my hips shake with ecstasy, then rotate to prolong the pleasure of her touch. "Now, just lay back and enjoy," Gail said, as Mar lifted herself up from my body. Mar straddled my body, facing my feet. Her ass, round and full and warm, was in my face. She reached back and separated her globes, and the brown pucker of her ass hole was only inches from my mouth. My lewd fantasy was about to come true! She moved her bottom back slowly, those exquisite, scented pillows slowly engulfing my face, her anus pressing softly into my nose. I moved my face slightly, then my lips were kissing her tight, fleshy anal ring, and I slipped my tongue inside that hot, moist opening, returning the french kiss she had given me previously. To my delight, Mar wriggled her ass on my face, and I thrust inside her, fucking her sweet ass with my tongue. As I fucked in and out of her delicious ass, I felt Gail lifting my legs up, then kneeling between them. I felt something solid slipping slowly between my labia, as she began fucking my pussy, apparently with a strap-on dildo. I sucked in air as she entered me, her technique far better than my asshole ex-husband's had ever been. Gail slowly fucked into me, filling me, as I tried to fill Mar's ass. Our excitement grew, judging by the wiggling of Mar's hot ass on my face, the increasing rate at which Gail was fucking my cunt, and the jolts of electricity that were shooting through me at Gail's expert fucking. The image in my mind of Mar lewdly sitting on my face, all of us nude, excited and sweating with passion, only added to my excitement. Too soon (I would have loved to stay in this position all night), we began to experience overwhelming cums, as the pleasure washed over and through us. "Ooh, your pussy is SO tight on my hot cock," Gail murmured loudly. "You're SO wet, and hot, I think you LOVE being fucked hard by another woman, and I'll bet you LOVE licking another woman's dirty asshole, sticking your tongue deep inside her hot butt!" Mar picked up the refrain. "Oh, god yes, Gail, her sweet tongue is fucking my asshole SO nicely! She's licking deep inside my ass, she's a hot, lesbian cunt, and she's a good little ass slut. I'll bet she'd be willing to lick our asses anytime." They both paused at times while talking to me in such an exciting, filthy manner, and I knew they were kissing then. I couldn't say anything, other than to moan, and thrust my hips upwards at Gail's lovely cock, but I was so excited at being their hot slut, in their very own bed, that I came countless times, my body wracked with tidal waves of pleasure. I think my easily evident orgasms set them off too, as they moaned and cooed, their hip movements giving away their completion. After gradually slowing our pleasurable movements, Mar finally removed her fragrant, delicious ass from my face, and lay down next to me on my left side. She giggled, and pointed to a small puddle of her hot cum that had pooled on my chest, between my breasts, from her own excited pussy. Gail slowly removed herself from between my legs, her big, black dildo apparent now. It must have been 10" long! She slipped it off, then lay on my right side, the two beautiful women making a girl sandwich. She spotted Mar's cum between my breasts, and licked it up, kissing and sucking my nipples in the process. I groaned with pleasure, then Gail kissed me, then Mar, and we nestled in to sleep, and later, to greet a new day.