1 comments/ 105054 views/ 17 favorites The Itch Ch. 1 By: Lisa Summers I felt overcome, as though I’d stepped into a riptide that swept me out to sea, to drown in, what? Or like a skier quietly schussing down a gentle slope, suddenly overturned by an avalanche of, again, what? That was The Itch, when it hit me. I had been married for 2 years and 3 months, exactly, to a very nice man, Robert. I could see our lives going along in a pleasantly quiet way, nothing remarkably exciting, but also nothing remarkably painful. My childhood had been marked by constant fights between my parents, until finally my parents split up, and nothing was ever really the same after that, for me. I wanted to avoid that again in my life. One of the quiet, unremarkable things that we’d do, would be to go see a movie every week. One week I’d choose the movie, the next Robert would. That week he chose “Resident Evil.” I rolled my eyes when Robert picked it out. It sounded like a slasher type horror movie, and I really preferred what Robert called “chick flicks.” I’ve always been very feminine. I’m 5’ 4” tall, weight (usually) 120 pounds, with 36C breasts, nice hips and ass, long, curly light blonde hair, a ‘cute’ face, and a generally perky nature. Robert calls me ‘his little cheerleader’. We’ve had a pretty good sex life. Nothing exciting, but Robert always makes sure I cum, and I really enjoy him eating my pussy, sometimes more than being fucked. Anyway, back to the movie. Sure enough, it was full of action and adventure and scary monsters, which, honestly makes me doze off. I noticed though, that one of the characters was a latina named ‘Rain.’ She had some very interesting and alluring facial expressions as the movie went on, and I found myself watching the movie very closely when she was in a scene. There was another female character, I didn’t catch her name because I wasn’t paying as much attention to her, but she was the lead, played by a pretty famous actress, and had blonde hair. I became more and more intrigued by the latina actress, and I felt like there was some kind of emotional communication occurring between the 2 female characters, but it was very subliminal. Still, it was intriguing and I watched their relationship develop. Finally, after a certain amount of unspoken tension had built up between them, the Anglo character, played by Milla Jovavich(I think), said something that absolutely floored me. “I could kiss you, bitch!” she exclaimed after a dramatic moment in the movie, staring intently into ‘Rain’s’ eyes. I felt like that was just what was going to happen, and I thought my heart would leap out of my throat! Well, everything that happened in the movie after that was irrelevant to my experience, so I won’t ruin the movie for anyone, but for the rest of the night, I was thinking about those 2 women, and what might have happened between them. I visualized them melting into a warm embrace, capped by a passionate kiss, and sometimes I’d think of myself as the ‘white bread’ anglo girl, and that the latina woman would take me in her arms. That night, after the movie, Robert and I made love again, and I couldn’t help but picture ‘Rain’ on top of me, and between my legs licking my wet pussy. “God, you’re really wet, Jesse,” Robert said. “Turned on by monsters?” I just pressed his mouth closer to my over sensitive cunt, and whispered quietly, “Lick me, Rain.” The actress playing Rain is named Michelle Rodriguez, and I visited a few web sites to look at her picture. She’s really cute, but it wasn’t her looks so much that had an effect on me, but the way she acted in the movie. Really aggressive, self-confident, masterful (missterful?), in control. Dominant, I guess. Over time, I became more and more infatuated with the scenario of a dominant latina woman taking me in hand. It was like an itch that I just couldn’t scratch, and I thought of it as “The Itch.” Finally, it got to the point that I felt like I had to do something about it. I only wanted to have the experience, whatever it might be. I didn’t want to change my life, or leave Robert, or anything like that. I knew that what I wanted would have to involve another woman, preferably latina, and that she’d have to want to be involved with a woman, mainly me. So, probably I should check out places where I could find a lesbian, or at least a bi girl or woman. I picked up a copy of the alternative weekly paper in my city, and in the personals section I could see there were a lot of women advertising for other women. I started looking at the ‘bi’ section, because I was afraid of what lesbians might be like, since I didn’t know any. Of course, I didn’t think I knew any bi women either, but at least if they sometimes liked men, they’d be more like me, and so, less strange and unfamiliar. But there, I ran into a problem. Every single ad from a bi woman, said something about a boyfriend or husband wanting to watch, or participate. I knew there was no way I wanted to involve somebody else’s man, much less my own. I just wanted to meet a woman! So, I took a deep breath and checked out the ‘lesbian’ section. I guess I was too picky there, too, because I rejected most of those, too. Finally, I was left with only one. “It read, “Latina SF, 23, in search of WF or HF, 18-25, for conversation, friendship and possibly fun. Should like a woman with a mind of her own,” and it gave a contact number. I read the ad over and over, trying to divine what each word by itself meant, then words in combination, then whole sentences, until I’d wrung as much meaning as I could from her words. I pictured her as being like Rain, and soon my itch became uncontrollable. I decided that I’d contact her, and see what developed. Her name was Mira, and in our brief initial telephone conversation, she sounded very nice. We arranged to meet at a coffee house a few miles from my house, “The Daily Grind.” I knew there was no chance that Robert, or anyone we knew would be there, so I wouldn’t have to worry about being found out, and could just concentrate on The Itch. I arrived at the coffee house a few minutes early, and looking around, I didn’t see any singles, so I took a table to wait. A few minutes after I got there, before the waitress came over, the door opened and in walked a beautiful, black-haired woman. She paused inside the door, and assessed each table in turn. When at long last her eyes reached me, she smiled, a lovely smile, and strode over to me. “Jesse?” she questioned. I smiled back at her, and nodded my head, perhaps too enthusiastically. She pulled out the chair next to me at the table, and bending down, gave me a small, but lingering, peck on the cheek. “I’m so happy to see you at last. I’ve been picturing you from the description you gave, and you’re even lovelier than you said.” “And so are you!” I gushed. She sat, then, and we ordered our coffee. Our conversation flowed naturally, and soon I was at ease, as though talking to an old friend. As we talked, I looked at her features. Her glossy black hair was her crowning feature. It was long, and curled where it lay on her shoulders in large waves, like a panther might curl lazily into a tree branch after making a conquest. Her eyes were black, and slightly almond shaped. Her skin was slightly olive colored, darker than mine, and her complexion was perfect, smooth and flawless. Her nose was strong and straight, and her nostrils flared whenever she made an important point in conversation. Her lips were so, so, tempting. Full, moist and sensual. Her teeth were white, straight and even. Her chin was strong, but not large. Her breasts were breath-taking to me, they looked to be about 40DD, but firm and high. I realized at that moment, gradually, how easily I was drawn into considering another woman as a sexual partner, and weighing in her sex as an attractive factor in my relationship with her. I found myself thinking about how her legs, her thighs and calves, looked under her business-like skirt. How her panties must cling to her muscular buttocks. Wondering whether her nipples would show through her bra when she was excited. Wondering how much hair she had around her pussy, or if she might be shaved down there. Whether her pussy became visibly wet when she was touched by another woman. Wondering what it was she most liked to do with a woman, and whether I would like it as much, or more. Whether she would like to do the things I would learn to do, and whether she would do them for me. I found myself getting wet between my legs, and I was glad that I’d worn a skirt, too. It wouldn’t do to have a wet spot in the crotch of my pants, for all to see. Mira complimented me on my hair, which is cut short, to just covering my ears. She also told me that my blouse accented my blue eyes, and when she added, “it shows off your breasts so nicely,” I blushed. She said that she was 23 as her ad had claimed, a grad student at the University, and that she was looking for a woman who could be a friend, or something more, but not a long term relationship. I told her that I was 23 also, and confessed that I am married, but that I was curious about having a relationship with a special kind of woman. She smiled, and looking directly into my eyes, said softly, “And what would make a woman special for you, Jesse?” I looked down, as I felt that her eyes were boring into my soul, and said, “I, I don’t know for sure. I’d like a woman to show me what to do, to take charge of me, to let me just float and not be responsible. Is that pathetic, or what?” I blushed again. “No, not at all,” Mira said, taking my hands, which had been busy tearing up a napkin, in hers. Her hands felt warm and strong. “You’d like to be shown what no one ever took the time to teach you before.” Apropos of nothing, she then said, “A woman is most beautiful when she’s being made love to.“ She said that as though it were a statement of fact, that needed no further discussion. I found myself nodding absently, absorbed more in the feel of her skin against mine, and loving it. I worked up the courage to look again into the deep pool of her eyes, and found her gaze to be as warm as her hands. “Let’s go,” she said simply, and not waiting for a response, began to rise. We both stood then, and I saw that she was about 5 inches taller than me. It felt comfortable. I looked down at her hips, and they looked so feminine and full. “Uh, okay,” I said. “Where are we going?” “Back to my townhouse,” she replied briskly. All this time, she didn’t release my hand, and I felt a thrill that I was now holding hands with another woman, still a stranger to me. I hadn’t done that since I was a little girl, but now it was all different. We walked out of the coffee house, and when we got to the door, she brought her arm around my back to open it for me, brushing her hand along my back. “She’s copping a feel!” I giggled to myself. I looked up at her and smiled, our faces briefly approaching, then reluctantly pulling away. We walked out, and it was then I felt her hand discreetly on my ass, guiding me in a particular direction. I didn’t know if I should jump from her touch, or not make any reaction, or press back against her hand. I decided then that I should just respond as my body and heart wanted me to. I pressed back against her hand, and felt an electric thrill all through my lower body when she briefly, and gently squeezed my bottom. “My car’s over there. Did you lock yours?” she asked. I nodded, unable to speak, and followed her over to her Lexus. She opened the passenger door for me, something no one, including Robert, had done in a long time. She got in on the driver’s side, and as she started the car, she put on a pair of black leather driving gloves. I said, “Those are beautiful gloves, Mira.” She smiled at me and said, “I adore the feel of leather, but only in small doses. By the way, if you’re wondering how a grad student can afford a Lexus and a townhouse, my father’s very rich, and very indulgent of his only daughter.” I laughed, and let my head fall back against the headrest. “You’re very beautiful, Jesse,” Mira said, taking her eyes off the road briefly. “I can’t wait to see you become even more beautiful.” That hit me in my pussy. The realization that Mira was going to make love to me, and that I would, what? I didn’t know, but I knew that I would find out. I brushed my skirt over my thighs, as though to straighten out invisible wrinkles, but it actually was to discreetly brush across my clit, as the tension in my being was unbearable. Mira watched me, but didn’t say anything. We arrived at her townhouse, in a very nice part of town. I decided to wait in my seat after she parked. Mira came around and opened my door. As I rose up from the seat, Mira stayed stationary by the door pillar, so that my face came within inches of hers as I rose to a standing position. When I got to my standing height, her face moved closer to mine, but this time there was no pulling away. I felt her warm breath on my lips, and smelled the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume filling my nostrils, before I felt the touch of her soft lips against mine. Her lips perfectly molded to mine, and as I moaned from the unexpected pleasure of her taste and feel, her soft tongue quickly darted into my mouth, then just as quickly left. I melted into her embrace as her arm went around my shoulders, both to support me and pull me hard against her. Her warm breasts crushed against mine, and I swam in the tide of passion that crashed over me. I felt as though she were surrounding me, and absorbing me, shocking me with little jolts of lightning she kept inside her, somewhere. I didn’t want to leave her tender embrace, but, much too quickly she ended our brief kiss and our joining, and, taking my hand again, led me up the stairs to her front door, which was beautifully oaken, with a wreath of dried herbs and flowers centered in the full, leaded glass insert. I could smell a faint scent of heather. She unlocked the door, and pulled me in behind her. Slamming the door shut, she pressed her body against me, pinning me against the glass of the door. She pressed her lips against mine again, and this time, when her tongue penetrated past my submissive lips into my mouth, it stayed there, caressing my gums, teeth and tongue with hers. Her hands went to my beautiful blue silk blouse, and she quickly unbuttoned my blouse, working her way down in record time. With my blouse open, her hands went to my breasts, encased inside my bra, kneading and caressing them through the satiny fabric. My nipples were hard and erect, and her pinching them, I knew, if anything, would make them harder. So, I moaned into her mouth, “Pinch my nipples, baby, pinch me hard. I want to feel you on me.” I was shocked that these words were coming out of my mouth, but she was in total control of me. I felt like she had projected them into my brain, except that it was my pussy that was doing the thinking now. Mira lifted up my bra over my breasts, so that my firm tits were now in her warm, smooth hands. She returned to pinching my pink nipples, and leaned over to suck one into her mouth. I loved the tongue bath she was giving my hard, almost painful nipples, and my hand on the back of her head pressed her harder and closer onto my breasts. While her mouth was alternately sucking and then blowing on each of my full breasts, she reached around behind me to unfasten my bra, which soon dropped to the floor. Mira then reached up and pulled my blouse halfway off my shoulders, and began kissing and licking my smooth, creamy shoulders, while her hands both cupped, then caressed my round ass cheeks through the fabric of my skirt. My blouse fluttered to the floor. Mira didn’t slow down one bit, as her hands slid inside the waistband of my skirt and my panties, to cup my ass, her hands directly against my skin. I’d never felt anything so exciting in my whole life. Another woman’s hands caressing my most private areas, and there was no doubt that Mira was going to fuck me, one way or another. All I could do was help her to fuck me. I moved away from the door a few inches, hoping that she would pull down my skirt. Mira quickly took the hint, and my skirt lay on the floor near my bra. Now I was clad only in my white satin panties. Mira’s hand invaded the front of my panties, and her middle finger gently stroked my sopping wet cunt. I moaned in her ear, “Please, Mira, fuck me with your big, hard finger. Please, baby.” Mira thrust her finger into my hole, making me cum in large, gasping shudders. She stroked the tip of her finger across my sensitive clitoris, making me cum again, and again, and finally, again. I slumped against Mira’s strong arm, as she slowed her stroking, and she directed her wet finger to my pussy lips, around and around. She slowly slid my panties off my smooth, round ass cheeks, and the panties ended up inside my skirt on the floor. She pushed me hard, then, against the door again and I gasped. Her finger slid again, this time more slowly, up inside me, teasing and torturing me. I gasped again, this time in shock, when we heard a knocking at the door. “Mailman, got a registered letter,” a voice shouted from the other side of the glass. Mira acted as though she hadn’t heard. Her finger still stroked in and out of my cunt, and though the presence of the mailman on the other side of the door certainly distracted me, I gasped and moaned, and writhed against the glass of the door. “Mira, don’t, there’s a -” I started to say, but her thumb rubbing against my hard clit caused my words to turn to babbling. I can only imagine what the mailman thought, with the clear sounds of a woman in sexual ecstasy and her body squirming against the glass right in front of him. I’m sure he could clearly see my naked body through the cloudy glass, so it’s not too surprising that he put it together. “Uhh, I guess you’re, uh, busy, so I’ll just, uh, bring it over tomorrow,” he said through the door. I could hear him chuckling as he walked away. I didn’t really care, I just wanted to feel more of Mira on me. Mira got on her knees in front of me, and then the real ecstasy started for me. She used her hands to separate my vaginal lips, and then brought her hot mouth to my pussy. It felt as though her tongue was at least two feet long, and powered by a vibrating engine. Alternating between sliding her tongue deep inside my dripping pussy, and stroking it hard and fast across my clit, I came countless times. When she slid one finger inside my tight ass hole while licking me, she started a whole new round of cumming. Honestly, I believe I came dozens of time against Mira’s front door. Mira then got back on her feet, and bringing her mouth to my ear, whispered, “How was that baby, did you enjoy it?” I giggled weakly, and licked her ear, then whispered, “Yes, sweetheart, that was the nicest fuck I’ve ever had.” Mira stepped back to look at me, smirked, and said, “You haven’t been fucked yet, baby. That was just foreplay.” With that, she took my hand again and led me to her bedroom. She led me to the king size bed, and lay me down, naked on top of the rose floral comforter covering it. I lay back, and looked up at Mira. She stepped into the middle of the room, and began stripping for me. She slowly took off her blouse, cupping and caressing her breasts as she’d done mine. She unsnapped the front snap on her bra, and released her full, lush breasts from their fabric prison, pinching her nipples. I, too, found my hands on my breasts, mimicking her actions on myself. Mira unsnapped the waistband on her skirt, and when it dropped to the floor, I saw she was wearing only panties, in an unfamiliar fabric. A light yellow in color, they weren’t frilly or lacy as I’d expected. She ran her fingers along the crotch of the panties, and when she lifted up the fabric between her thigh and her pussy, right where she’d have a bikini cut, I saw a little trickle of liquid run out the panty opening. She scooped it up with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I sniffed it, and didn’t recognize the aroma. Then it struck me, it was Mira’s lubricant. Her fucking me had made her wet, and cum too. The Itch Ch. 1 I opened my mouth, and Mira slid her cum covered finger into my mouth. I sucked at it, loving the new taste. Then Mira climbed up fully on the bed, and brought her legs to either side of my head, her crotch within inches of my mouth. It was then that I could see that the fabric of her panties was leather, a soft, supple leather. Mira slowly pressed her leather covered pussy against my mouth. I sucked against the leather, but I couldn’t get anything that way, so I moved my head to the side, and nosed over the leather to reveal Mira’s beautiful pink slit for the first time. Not sure of the right things to do, I simply thrust my tongue into her slit. Mira began moving up and down on my tongue, as though it were a cock. “Oh, that’s it baby, you can fuck your lover. Stick that nice tongue up me, lick up my cum, baby, lick me.” Her movements began to speed up, faster and faster, until Mira was humping herself hard against my mouth and nose. I didn’t mind, I loved the feel, taste and smell of her feminine liquids, flavored by the heat of her body and trapped by the leather for hours while she had teased me. Finally, she gave a gasp, and then slowed to a stop. She slithered down the bed, until we were in each other’s arms again, kissing deeply and passionately. We both dropped off to sleep for a little while, then I woke up to find Mira licking and nipping at my nipples again. I smiled down at her, and stroked her hair. She looked up at me, and smiled back. “That was something special, Jesse.” I didn’t know for sure what she meant, so I didn’t say anything. Mira said, “I’d like to really make love to you now, baby. Do you trust me?” “Yes, sweetheart, you can do anything you want,” I said, and I meant it. This beautiful latina goddess could do anything she wanted with me, or to me. Mira got off the bed, and walked over to her dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out something I’d heard of, but never seen. A strap on dildo, about 9 inches or so long. It looked a LOT bigger than Robert’s dick, and I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but I trusted Mira implicitly. She stood in the middle of the room, and kind of poked it at me, playfully threatening me with it, then began shimmying off her tight leather panties. She slid them down her legs, and placed them on the edge of the bed. I pulled the moist panties to me, and brought them to my nose, inhaling her luscious fragrance, different on the seat than on the piece where her crotch had rested, but both aromas so delightful. Mira twirled around, to show me her beautiful, strong womanly body, now completely naked. I thought that, looking at her ass, and remembering that aroma, that I’d like to get closer to her there, but she strapped on the dildo instead. Mira looked, well, different. Clearly a woman with generous curves, but a huge dick sticking out in front of her, I giggled. With a mock stern look, she crawled up from the edge of the bed, between my legs, which I spread invitingly. I wanted to feel Mira deep inside me. She pressed her hips against mine, and I raised my legs up so that she could slip inside. I hoped she’d do it gently. She did, and soon Mira had her cock deep inside my pussy, far deeper than Robert had ever been, and filling me completely. Pushing in hard, then pulling out slowly, she teased me. Every time her hips contacted mine, I felt a hard tingle through my clit, as the strap on rubbed against my nubbin. Soon she was fucking me faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me Mira, fuck me hard! Stick your dick inside me, fuck me hard! I love you, fuck me baby!” I looked down at my breasts, which were flushed with my passionate feelings, and knew that my face looked the same. I came again, several times. Mira lay against me for a few minutes, then whispered, “I want you to lay on top of me and fuck yourself on my cock, okay baby?” I nodded, without speaking, and we reversed position so that Mira was laying on her back and I was squatting over her erect cock. I slowly lowered myself on it until it had slid all the way up inside my bruised pussy. Then I lifted myself up, and slid down, again and again, fucking myself on Mira’s hard, beautiful girl cock. I came, once, then lay on top of Mira, with each part of our bodies touching the other’s. My thighs against hers, my feet against hers, our stomachs touching, our breasts nestling against the other’s, and sweetest of all, our lips gently nuzzling each other’s. “Do you trust me, baby?” Mira asked again, and I nodded yes. “Forever and ever, darling,” I replied. It was then that I felt someone else climb up on the bed, between Mira’s legs and mine. I tried to look around, but Mira brought her lips to mine, and impaled my mouth on her sweet tongue. I felt the brush of long, soft hair against my back, and, with Mira’s cock still buried deep inside my limp pussy, I felt a smaller cock entering my rear hole. Whoever it was, was incredibly gentle, and the cock slowly worked its way in and out of my virgin ass hole, going deeper and deeper each time. The only thing that had ever been up inside my ass before this, had been Mira’s long slim finger a few hours before. Soon sensations were registering all over my body, as the tension caused by a cock inside my warm ass built up into a tidal wave of passion. I could feel Mira’s tongue on mine, her breasts and hard nipples rubbing against my equally hard nipples, I could feel Mira’s hard dick still gently fucking me as our hips moved imperceptibly. I could feel my second lover’s hair brushing against my sensitive back, as he? She? Stroked in and out of my back hole, and I could feel the remarkable sensations the cock was producing in my ass. “How’s that baby, do you like being fucked in the ass?” I heard a soft feminine voice say behind me. So, at least I knew I was being fucked by another woman, a pleasure that I found to be almost limitless. “Yes, please fuck me in the ass. I love feeling your cock inside me there, while I’m being fucked in my slut pussy. Please fuck my holes, I want to be your slut, I want your cum!” I knew it couldn’t possibly be me saying such depraved things, but I was concentrating on cumming once again, and I didn’t mind at all being slutty to do it. I felt the woman behind me speeding up her stroking of my ass, and her movements caused my pussy to fuck against Mira’s cock too. All at once the three of us were thrashing around as jolts of electricity coursed through our pussies, and clits and asses, and we were overwhelmed by what was for me, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. We all slumped in a pile, then I eased myself off Mira’s cock, my curiosity overcoming me. The woman behind me was a very cute, totally feminine looking, totally naked honey blonde, about my age. She grinned at me and said, “Hi, I’m Donna. I’m Mira’s house mate.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just grinned back and kissed her. The Itch Ch. 2 Donna kissed me back, enthusiastically, and I felt my body responding to her, much as I had to Mira. My nipples hardened against her soft skin, brushing up against her equally stiff nipples, pink like mine. Her hands stroked the nape of my neck, and my upper back, while my hands slipped down to her round ass cheeks. Brushing over the strap of the dildo she was wearing, my right hand sought out her hot crevice, while my left hand separated her smooth globes. She sighed in my mouth when the sharp tip of my fingernail brushed against the sensitive flesh of Donna's anal pucker, and I toyed with her there, touching another woman's anus for the first time. Donna and I kissed for a short time, but oddly, I felt a little awkward since we hadn't really been introduced. She had fucked me in the ass, and we had kissed deeply and intimately, and I had played with her ass hole, but we hadn't been introduced, so I felt odd. That insistence on social mores seemed so peculiar. "Hello, my name is --, let's fuck!" was something new to me, who had been courted by my husband for a year before we married. Of course, here I was cheating on my husband, or was I? I wasn't sure if it was that, or I was only scratching an itch, or what. I felt no desire to leave my husband, or hurt him, but I did feel a deep, visceral attraction to another woman, and I couldn't be sure how it would end up. After Donna and I had played with each other for a few minutes, Mira spoke up. "It's a lot more fun when 3 play, girls." Donna and I pulled away slightly from each other and looked at Mira. "Now Mira, there's plenty for all here. I've got an idea, let's start out with a 69 between you and I, yes?" Mira brightened up, and the 2 arranged themselves on the bed in the classic position, without, however, removing the strap-on dildos. Donna said, "I want to taste Jesse's pussy on your cock darling, and you can taste her ass. Jesse, you taste whatever looks good, okay?" They started sucking each other's cock, both of those delicious dicks covered with part of me, Donna sucking off the cum I had deluged the larger dildo with, Mira licking the musky flavor I had left on the smaller dildo. It took me about half a second to decide what I wanted. I had been thinking about how delicious Mira's plump ass looked before, and now I could have total access to it. I lay down next to her, as she lay on her side attending to Donna, with my face at her ass, and my feet extending down to where Mira's head was. I pried her humid butt cheeks apart, loving the feel of her smooth, satiny flesh, and gazed at her tiny anus nestled between her generous cheeks. She had a slightly darker colored skin between her ass cheeks, extending from just at the dimple above her sweet hole, past her anus and between her legs to her pussy. I gently scraped the tip of my index finger to trace the patch of skin, and Mira shuddered with pleasure. I followed that with my nose, and as I got closer, I detected a delicious musky scent between her legs, a result, no doubt of the heat and moisture her leather panties had trapped against her, combined with the earthy musk of her ass. I hesitatingly dabbed at the darker colored patch of flesh with my tongue, fearful that it might not taste very nice, but wanting to bring her pleasure there, as I had in her pussy. To my great relief, not only did her ass not taste bad, I loved the taste of her. I more enthusiastically thrust my tongue out, even inside of her dark hole, and Mira reciprocated, by rotating her ass hole around, and also thrusting back and forth. I grabbed Mira's hips, and pulled my face closer, wanting to bring us both as much pleasure from this oral-anal contact as possible. I imagined myself as French kissing her lovely buttocks, which, of course, I was doing. Something I would have had trouble even imagining a few weeks before! I fucked her tight, sweet ass hole with my tongue, held straight to imitate a dick, if smaller. I was rewarded with an increase in her fluids around the base of the strap-on, as her pussy lubricated itself, and her orgasm approached. I brought my fingers around to her pussy, while I kept my mouth glued to her hot hole, and quickly found, and then stroked, her hard clit, sitting at the top of her pussy and jutting out from the folds of her labia like a tiny dick. She quickly came, several times, reflected by the quivers in her legs, her frenzied sucking on Donna's dildo, and her attempts to moan around the hard piece of rubber filling her mouth. After I felt her quivers come to an end, I reluctantly removed my mouth from its close union with Mira's ass, and switched sides on the bed, to return the favor with Donna's ass. Donna had a smaller ass, quite petite, but nicely shaped, and her skin much lighter throughout, even pink inside her anus, as I later discovered. I could also see her pussy quite clearly between her legs, like the inside of a peach. I nosed myself between her legs so that I could taste her cunt, and it was extremely juicy and smelled wonderful. I lapped at the bottom part of her vagina, as the upper part, and her clit, were inaccessible due to the dildo. I lapped up as much of her fluid as I could, then returned to her ass. Repeating what I'd done with Mira's more abundant bottom, I found that her moving her legs even just a little, separated her ass cheeks for me, and exposed her hole to my view. Her ass hole looked a little bigger than Mira's. I found out later that this was because Mira loved to fuck Donna in her ass, almost as much as Donna loved being fucked in the ass. My tongue showed no hesitation in approaching Donna's creamy ass, since I had found Mira's so pleasant, and I immediately penetrated her yielding hole with my stiffened tongue, sinking in her humid crevice all the way up to my lips. Donna moaned, as had Mira, loving the feel of a wet, supple tongue inside her rectum, a feeling that is impossible to duplicate with finger or cock. I thrust into her much harder than I had with Mira, enjoying her musky fragrance, similar to Mira's, but perhaps not quite as strong. My hands went down to my hips, one underneath me to stroke my own, neglected pussy, the other to caress, and pinch, Donna's sweet breasts. I rolled her nipple that I could reach, between my thumb and forefinger, just as I rolled my clit between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. Lost in the distinctions between my clit, and Donna's nipple, I came in a rolling orgasm that pulsed through my body, radiating outward from my pussy, to every part of my body. Maintaining the contact between my mouth and Donna's ass hole, I was only dimly aware of her body flexing, as she, too, came in her second orgasm, at least of that session. We all slipped off to sleep then, with Mira and Donna head to toe, and me nestled on Donna's ass. We must have slept for at least twenty minutes, and finally roused ourselves. We arranged ourselves in a casual daisy-chain position, after Donna and Mira removed their artificial cocks, and we could be 'just girls' again. We each lay with our heads resting on another's thighs. My head rested on Donna's thigh, her head on Mira's thigh, and Mira's head on my thigh, and lazily talked about our selves. I told them that I was married, and that I had been curious about a sexual attraction to women like Mira. I also told them that it had been an overwhelming urge, and I was grateful that I had been able to explore it. I also told them that I hadn't exactly expected Donna, or someone like her, but that it had been a wonderful part of the adventure. Donna asked me where I thought I would go from here. I said that I didn't know, but that, as the sexual urge had been fulfilled, I supposed that I wouldn't need to worry about that being a problem for me any more. Donna and Mira looked at each other, and a knowing smile flitted from one to the other. I honestly thought that I would no longer feel an urge for another woman, since I had tried it out, and felt what it was like. Yes, I had enjoyed it, well, to be honest, I had adored it, but there are other things in life than just sex, I knew. At any rate, we relaxed for a little while longer, with Donna and Mira telling me about themselves. Informal lovers, as well as house mates, they had a relationship which allowed for others, even men if it came to that, though neither had any interest in that variety. Finally, Mira said, "Anybody up for a bath?" Donna and I agreed, and as Mira drew the water, Donna lay behind me on the bed, where I was stretched out. "Would you like a back rub while we wait?" She asked coyly. I adore back rubs, so I quickly made myself available, by lying on my side, my back to her front. Donna had absolutely the greatest technique I have ever felt! Her hands alternated between flittering over my back, lightly stroking and teasing with the lightest touches, to almost deep massage, pinching and squeezing whole muscle groups at once. I thought I was in heaven! If I had been asked, I would have had to admit that Donna's attention to my back was better than sex, straight or lesbian! Donna included my ass more and more in her backrub, since a significant muscle group is located there, and the touch of her hand on and around my ass was very pleasant to me. She rotated through my back, from top, to sides, to center, to hips (VERY ticklish!) to my butt, and when she got to my butt, she included the whole area, including my tiny anus that she had invaded earlier. Where earlier she had used only her hands on my back, at my bottom she also used her mouth, and pleasured my hot hole with her tongue, as I'd done to her and Mira earlier. Donna had me squirming as her tongue licked all around, and inside my puckered hole, and she lightly stroked my quivering clit as she tongue fucked me, causing me to cum yet again. She reached into a bedside drawer, and withdrew a small vibrator, as I found out when I heard its distinctive buzz. She slowly inserted it into my ass, then pumped it in and out, faster and faster, as the vibrations resonated throughout me. "Yow!" I screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, please Donna, fuck me harder!" In and out, in and out, faster and faster, I came and came and came numerous times. Finally, slowly, Donna withdrew that wonderful vibrator from my ass, and after she turned it off, she brought it to my mouth. "Kiss it, lover," she said. I did so, eagerly, smelling the aroma of my ass on the vibrator. She eased it in between my slightly parted lips, and I sucked on the soiled dildo until it was clean. Donna kissed me then, her tongue lingering on my lips. She lightly slapped my butt, which felt very nice, then said, "Time for our bath, lazybones!" I reluctantly got up, and followed her into the bathroom, where Mira was already lounging in the garden tub. "'Bout time, you two. Were those moans I heard in there?" She grinned at me, and I smiled happily back. "Donna certainly is talented," I said. We slipped into the tub with Mira, and took our time in soaping each other down. We chose to do a thorough job, and several orgasms each later, we slipped out again, and toweled each other off. We recovered my clothes, which fortunately hadn't gotten too wrinkled, and I dressed. Mira drove me back to the coffee house, and before I left her car, she said, "I understand if you treat this as a one time thing. There were no strings on either of us. If you decide that you'd like to play some more, give us a call, we both like you very much. But, don't feel as though you owe Donna or I anything. We'd like you to be happy, whatever you decide." I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. I didn't know what to say, as I didn't know what I felt, so I just took her hand, and lightly kissed her lips. I found I had trouble pulling away from her lips, but I knew I had to go. I got out, then got into my car, and drove back home. When I got home, Robert was there, as usual. I walked up to him to give him a kiss, then remembered that I hadn't brushed my teeth since that morning. I tried to turn it into a 'cheek' kiss, but too late. Robert's lips met mine. I could feel him inhaling as we kissed, then as we parted, he looked thoughtful, and said, "New perfume, babe?" The Itch Ch. 3 Robert and I acted as though nothing had happened, though we both knew it had. I felt immensely guilty about what I’d done, but felt overwhelmed by my body. I was uncertain why Robert acted as he did, though I was to find out later. I was the same Jesse, 23, cute, full of life, with a great body, blonde hair and 36C boobs. Several weeks went by, and inside of me, nothing had changed. I thought constantly of the feelings that Mira and Donna had aroused in me. Robert and I still made love, but I found a woman’s face on him, as he looked down on me, impaling me with his tool. I masturbated countless times, openly admitting to myself then, that I wanted a woman’s body against mine. My fantasies were of faceless women, exposing their breasts to me, and my sucking their hard nipples until they writhed in the ultimate pleasure beside me. Countless times I licked at women’s dripping cunts, in my imagination, using my own copious discharge to fulfill the fantasy. Finally, I knew that I had to do something. I wanted to fuck a woman, pure and simple. I didn’t want to marry her, or spend my free time with her, or anything else that I could justify as some type of relationship. I wanted to feel my fingers, and tongue, and anything else I could find in a beautiful woman’s mouth, and cunt, and ass. To feel her writhe beneath me as she came, for her to call out my name in ecstasy as I made her orgasm. It occurred to me that I might be able to use the same outlet that men did when they were looking for anonymous sex. A hooker. I knew that there were a couple of streets where they hung out, as every couple of weeks there’d be something on the news about the ‘johns’ that were in the area, patronizing them. So finding hookers would be easy. What was difficult was working up the nerve. The ceaseless build up of my sexual desire left me no choice. If I didn’t fuck, I thought that I’d go crazy. So, one fine afternoon, I steeled my resolve, and drove to one of the areas. I could already see the cars of suburban men pulling up to women lounging along the sidewalk. The women would approach the cars, some conversation would ensue, and more often than not, the woman would get in the passenger seat and the car would drive off. I wasn’t sure how one of them would react to seeing a woman pull up, but I guessed that the worst that would happen, was that they’d laugh at me and walk away. Of course, the best that would happen, was that one of them would enjoy woman to woman sex, and we’d spend a delightful afternoon. Soon enough, the best case picture drowned out the worst case picture, and I decided to go ahead. Of course, with men, I think they view a prostitute as a mouth, or a cunt, so as long as they’re vaguely acceptable, the man is willing (aren’t they always?). With me, and I think most other women, I needed to be attracted to the woman. I cruised slowly along the street, looking at the women displayed there. None of them looked at me as though I were an alien, so perhaps some of them at least would consider the idea of lesbian sex. Many of the women did not attract me at all, they looked as though they were on drugs, or they just had a ‘mean’ or hard look about them (I know that’s judgmental, but I couldn’t help the way I felt). Finally, though, I noticed a young girl, about 18 or so, wearing a pink baseball cap over her blonde hair, with her ponytail hanging out the back. She had a cute face, she looked like a college freshman, and her outfit was more like that of a student at a college, although an informal one in a warm part of the country. Slightly ripped denim cutoffs that showed some of her upper thigh, a tee shirt with an intricate design, and sandals, she looked as though she’d just put on her clothes coming off the beach at Spring Break somewhere. She had a nice tan, and I felt my body responding to her already. She hung back from the others, not actively soliciting, but just kind of ‘there’. I pulled up to the curb near where she stood, and she peered at me from underneath the bill of the cap, as though she either had trouble seeing me, or trouble believing what she saw. She walked over to the driver’s side, and leaned in the window. I started to speak, “Hi, I was wondering if you-” Cutting me off, she spoke loudly, saying, “Lady, you’re looking for the State Capitol building, and that’s 3 blocks over. You’re in a bad neighborhood, you need to get on one of the tourist line trams that’ll show you all the sights. This is a bad neighborhood, and your safety can’t be guaranteed!” All the while she was saying this, she was rubbing her fingernails across the design on her chest, like someone trying to buff up her nails. I was perplexed by what she said, but when she yelled, “Now get the fuck out!” I decided that I’d better. It hadn’t gone the way I’d expected, and now the rush of adrenaline and fear had me shaking. My eyes filled with tears. In a haze, I pulled away from the curb, and drove straight home, without looking back once. I made myself some herbal tea, and thought about what had happened. The only thing I could figure, was that prostitutes really didn’t want other women hanging around, even as potential customers. I resigned myself to more frustration, and tried to put the whole idea of sex out of my mind. The next day, I was surprised to get a phone call from a Patrol Officer Winterby of our local police. She asked if she might come over to talk to me about an incident that had occurred the previous day. I was confused, as I didn’t know of any incident, but I agreed to see her that afternoon. The doorbell rang at 1 o’clock, and when I opened the door, I was very surprised to see the young blonde of the previous day, wearing clothes not much different from that day. I was speechless, so she took the initiative, saying, “May I come in, ma’am? I nodded my head, still unable to speak. She led me down the hall, looking briefly into rooms until she’d located the living room. I could only follow dumbly behind. She looked at me enquiringly, and asked, “May I sit?” Again, I nodded, just starting to collect my wits. My thoughts were racing. The police wanted to arrest me for soliciting a prostitute. It must have been one of those stings they talk about on the news. I was going to be ruined. What would I do? What could I do? “Mrs. Hugo, may I call you Jesse?” I stuttered out , “Yes, Officer.” “Jesse, here’s my badge and I.D.,” she said, pulling them out of her purse. She added, “And please, call me Trish, for Patricia.“ I looked at them, as if I knew what they were supposed to look like, and handed them back. Right then, she could have handed me a “Secret Agent Barbie” badge and I would have accepted it. “Could I have some coffee, do you think?” she asked. “Yes, I have instant, or I could make a pot,” I said. This seemed like unusual behavior when the police came to arrest someone. “Instant would be fine, thanks,” she replied. I set about making coffee for both of us, heating the water quickly in the microwave, and then adding the coffee crystals. “Cream and sugar?” I asked. “Just sugar, please. Two.” I finished her coffee, then added some cream to mine and carried them out to the sofa where we were both sitting. “Trish, please, what’s going on?” I asked. “Am I under arrest?” “Let me assure you, Jesse, that I am definitely not here to arrest you. I’m a patrol officer with the PD, I’ve been on the force for a year and a half now. The Vice squad had set up a week long ‘Sting’ to basically harass ‘johns’ who solicit the prostitutes who hang out on Capitol Avenue, where you were. They used me, because I’m young and attractive, and some johns like that. Usually I’m in uniform in a neighborhood doing ‘Community Patrolling”, which is just a fancy name for ‘cop on the beat.’ But since I look a lot younger than everyone else, they decided to use me as a decoy. The funny thing is, I wore the same clothes I wore when I was in college here, and they thought it was perfect!” “Anyway, we had rounded up quite a few johns, which mainly means that they offered me money for sex, and that’s illegal. So, I’d tell them to park in the lot across the street, and other, uniformed officers, would arrest them,” she continued. “I got your name and address from your license plate. Now I’d like to ask you something, Jesse. What were you doing there?” As she said that, she looked straight in my eyes. I thought, looking into those blue pools, that she would easily detect a lie, so I decided to be honest. “I was there to pick up a prostitute,” I said, averting my eyes. “Did you husband, or someone else, force you into it?” She asked, gently. “No, it was me,” I said, quietly. “Jesse, I had to make a snap decision yesterday when I leaned in your window. I certainly didn’t expect to see a woman talking to me, and particularly not one so beautiful. I decided that the one wrong thing that could happen then, was for you to be arrested for soliciting prostitution. I was wired for sound, so I cut you off before you said anything incriminating. That’s also why I was rubbing my shirt, so that the microphone would pick up background noise, making our conversation even more unclear to the other officers.” I didn’t know what to say, but I heard myself ask, “Why did you do that for me, Trish?” She hesitated before replying, taking a couple of sips of her coffee. “This is good,” she said. I didn’t say anything. Finally, she said, “I’ve been doing my best to be a good police officer. I enforce the laws as fairly as I can, I try to be helpful to the citizens, but I just could not see how I could help a woman get arrested for being sexual. Before I go further, I want you to tell me why you wanted a prostitute.” Now it was my turn to hesitate. Finally, I said, “I’ve been getting such strong urges to be with a woman, sexually. I had an experience a few weeks ago, and it was the most wonderful of my life. I hoped it was all over, but it kept building up stronger, and stronger. It was almost as though someone else drove down to pick up a prostitute, and I was helpless to stop it. No, that’s not right, I didn’t WANT to stop it. Is that evil?: Trish laughed, and said, “If it is, I’m burning in hell for sure.” I looked at her quizzically. “Jesse, I don’t want to see a woman suffer for having sexual urges. Men, I couldn’t care less,” she finished. I just stared at her. “You mean you’re a…” “…lesbian? You bet!” She responded enthusiastically. “Though they don’t know that on the force. They wouldn’t fire me or anything, but it would make life harder for me if I came out, right now.” Trish looked at me again, with those searching eyes. “And you?” I didn’t turn away this time. “I don’t know for sure,” I said. “I think I might be.” Trish took my hand. “It’s hard. And it doesn’t get easier.” That burst a dam inside of me. All these weeks of not being able to tell anyone, of hiding my feelings from Robert, of just not knowing, or perhaps, not admitting. I burst into tears. The next thing I knew, I was in Trish’s arms, and crying my heart out. She held me and let me vent, gently patting my back. Eventually I ran down, and then she just held me, as I became aware of her again. I could smell her perfume, and feel the warmth of her cheek against mine. I could feel the smooth texture of her tee shirt under my hands, and the absence of a bra strap. I could hear, and feel, her heartbeat, from her chest into mine. I became aware of her breasts pushing against mine. I felt her nipples harden, and push into my breasts. I felt my nipples respond, and push back. I became conscious of the small movements we made against each other, at first just to ease an uncomfortable joint, or a pressure point, but then it became awareness of her body, and how each part related to me and my body. Something changed, then. I pulled away from her cheek, and gave her a light kiss there in thanks for her being there. She looked into my eyes with those unending depths of blue, and her lips came to mine. She gently caressed me with the softness of her full lips, and I responded. I pressed my breasts against hers, and she moved her arms further around my back, to take me deeper into her soul, and her heart. The room felt distinctly hotter, and I felt a flush in my upper body. I opened my mouth slightly, my lips barely touching, and I felt the first, tentative touch of her tongue against my lips. I answered Trish’s unspoken question, by opening my lips further, and allowing her entry. Her tongue seemed to flow into me, like a wave of honey, and my own tongue rose up to greet her. We shared our essence then, for minutes that seemed like days, years even. Trish put her hands on my shoulders, then pushed me back, away from her. She looked deeply, intently into my eyes, as though reading the thoughts in my brain. She said nothing, but then pulled me close to her once again, squeezing me against her. “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered into my ear. I felt her words course through my brain, into my heart, and explode in my pussy. She desired me! This beautiful young woman wanted me! My hands reached up to cup her breasts, which felt hot to my touch. Her nipples strained against the sheer fabric of her tee shirt. She gasped slightly as we both felt my power over her evolve, as she put her self into my hands. I had never experienced this feeling before. With Robert I had been a dutiful wife. With Mira, and then Donna, I was a compliant student. Now Trish, from a position of power and authority, was giving all that up, into my hands, so that I might care for her. I quickly lifted her shirt up, and over her head, throwing it on the floor behind us. Trish looked at me with those deep blue eyes, and smiled a welcoming smile at me, as she recognized that I had accepted her into my life, and love. I stared at the white skin of her breasts, where apparently her bikini top had prevented her tanning. I lowered my lips to her erect pink nipples, each in turn, and kissed them in greeting, welcoming her firm breasts into my mouth. I guessed she was about a 34A. Small breasts, but firm and high, with small nipples and aureoles. She moaned as I sucked them into my mouth, then licked them hard with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers running through my short blonde hair, digging her fingernails into my scalp each time my touch on her nipples jolted her. It hurt a little, but it was worth it. I felt my pussy wetting more and more as she scratched me. I could smell her scent, too, as her pussy obviously responded to our foreplay. Her hips wiggling against the seat of the sofa betrayed her feelings. I lifted my head up from her breasts, and saw a slightly dazed look in Trish’s eyes. She had already given herself over to my lovemaking, and was simply responding to my initiatives. I looked intently at her, now, and brushed back her hair from her forehead roughly, then planted kisses across her sweet face. “Ohh, god, kiss me, kiss my lips,” she moaned as I avoided her full, sweet lips. Finally, she forced her lips onto mine to sate the hunger that lay upon her. We kissed, then, lover to lover, and I dominated her delicious mouth with my tongue, tasting her mouth and licking her saliva, as she drooled with pleasure. She reached over to strip off my shirt, which was button front. She furiously began unbuttoning, quickly exposing my white satiny bra. Trish looked exasperated, and said, “God, I want your tits, I want you naked, I want to suck you!” She reached behind me and quickly unsnapped my bra, which fell to my lap. She cooed over my breasts, and my nipples. She lowered her mouth to suck me, and I felt electric tingles as she lapped at, and nibbled on, my sensitive nipples. I reached down to her shorts to unsnap the top button. She pulled in her stomach to allow me access, so I quickly undid the copper rivet. I pulled apart the fabric, which caused the zipper to come undone, then I began wrestling the shorts off her. Trish helped by raising her hips off the sofa, and her shorts came off easily. She looked so cute, then, wearing only flowered cotton panties, that I wanted to admire her more closely. I gently pushed Trish back onto the sofa, then lowered myself to my knees between her trim thighs. I moved her legs apart slightly, then brought my face close to the fabric covering her crotch. I could see her pubic bush pushing out the cotton of her panties above her wet slit, which was marked on the panties by a large wet spot directly in contact with her labia. The fabric was pulled up into the slit of her vagina, as she had done that while rubbing herself. I reached onto her panty covered labia, and gently pulled the fabric out of her crotch, then brought my hands to the elastic waistband to pull them completely off her. “No, wait,” she gasped. “I want to do you, too!” I stood up, and Trish unbuttoned the snap of my skirt, quickly pulling it off my hips to the floor. I had on white satin panties in a bikini cut, a little racier than her cotton panties, but I thought she was adorable. “Do you like them?” I asked. “I’ll like them more when they’re off you, baby,” she replied. I giggled, then pushed her back lengthwise on the sofa, and arranged myself next to her, so that my head was at her hips, and her head at mine. “Umm, a 69,” she said. “I’m going to like you,” she purred. I lay on top of Trish, resting on my elbows and knees, and began nuzzling the wet crotch of Trish’s panties. Her cunt’s perfume was highly intoxicating, and I found my mouth watering at the smell. “Ohh, god, Trish, your cunt is so hot!” I exclaimed. My fingers pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and I looked at her pussy for the first time. A thick bush of naturally blonde hair at the top of her cunt, just above her clitoris, and a few hairs running along the sides of her labia, thinning out to nothing by her ass. Thin labia, but swelling up as the area filled with passion. The interior of her young pussy was glistening with her lubrication, and I could see it seeping out to run down towards her ass. Meanwhile, she was equally busy with my puss, and had already invaded my hole with her tongue, after similarly pulling my panties aside. “Ohh, yeah, baby, that’s SO good!” I moaned. Trish responded by saying, or moaning, something, but I wasn’t sure what, as we were both half delirious with passion, and her tongue was pretty far up inside my tight hole. We both set to lapping each other’s hole, and as we did, worked our panties off. I got a special thrill in feeling the smooth, unflawed skin of Trish’s muscular thighs and calves, as I slowly pulled her panties off her slim hips and down her legs. Trish let her fingers go to my ass, as she pulled my panties off my hips, then let them stay halfway down my thighs. With one hand she separated my ass cheeks, and with the other she first circled my anus, then plunged her middle finger in, when she saw how wet my ass hole was from my pussy lubrication. I gasped when I felt the thrill of her digital penetration of my tight, hot ass. “Ohh, Trish, god, fuck me there!” I said. I hadn’t felt thar pleasure in so long. Trish began finger fucking my ass in earnest, and gently nibbling at my clit. “Uhh, uhh, uhh,” was all I could manage to get out, as sensations coursed throughout me. “Uhh, fuck, fuck. Fuck me Trish, I love it, I love you! Fuck my ass, deeper, DEEPER! FUCK ILOVEHOWYOU'RE FUCKINGMYHOLEFUCK FUCKBITEMYCLITFUCKMY HOLEBITECLITHOLEFUCK!!!! I redoubled my lapping at her clit, and took it between my lips, gently squeezing it there, while licking the tip. "Ohh, nice, nice, yes, yes, yes YESSSS! OH GODOHGOD YESYESYES!!!” Trish exclaimed as she came, and bucked her hips up into my face. I rode her movements out, not letting go of her delicious clitoris, and now bringing my hands to her ass, to mimic what she’d done with me. As my finger eased into her wet, hot ass hole for the first time, she came yet again, and I, too came again as I thought how nasty I was with a finger inside another woman’s tight ass, bringing her the ultimate pleasure. The Itch Ch. 3 We both eventually slowed our attentions to each other’s body, as we were overcome with lethargy after our lovemaking. I got up shakily, and turned myself around, so that I lay face to face with Trish. Her arm was slightly pinned under my body, and I felt her hand lazily stroking my wet bush, clit and vaginal opening. “Hi, lover, was that good for you?” I teased. “You fuck good,” Trish grunted out. “You fucked me real good,” she elaborated. “I want to fuck some more, later, but only with you,” she said. We nuzzled each other, lips close together, and kissed lazy kisses of each other. We slept, I guess for about a half hour, and finally roused ourselves awake. We sat up, looking sleepily at each other. I said, “So you’re a lesbian, huh?” Trish stared at me, then giggled, saying, “Uhh, yeah. Want to make something of it?” “What are we going to do now?” I said. “What do you mean?” Trish asked. “I’m a married woman. But I love you Trish, I think,” I responded. “And you promised that you wouldn’t hurt me, Jesse. I felt something earlier, aside from the sex, I mean,” Trish reminded me. “I know, I felt it too. God, it’s a mess. I went out looking for a zipless fuck, and all of a sudden I’m in love with you,” I said. “I know we’ll work it out, for now I just want to be with you.” Trish smiled, and said, “Yes, we WILL work it out. But you need time. Time to think, time to understand your feelings…” “God, I LOVE you!” I blurted out. Trish kissed the tip of my nose. “I love you, too,” she said, and began dressing. I enjoyed watching her put on her clothes nearly as much as had enjoyed undressing her. I began dressing, too, and when we were both ready, we embraced. “Got to go, babe,” Trish said. “I’ll call you soon. If you need me before then, call me, any time, day or night, okay?” I watched her as she walked down the steps to her car. I sat down to wait for Robert. The Itch Ch. 4 I waited for my husband Robert to come home. My new lover, Trish, had left earlier that afternoon, and I knew I had to be honest with Robert. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t deny my feelings. I thought about the events of the day: meeting Trish just that afternoon, making love with her, and knowing in my heart that she was someone that I could not forget, or leave behind. Knowing it so strongly that I was preparing myself to tell my husband, even if it meant that I would lose him. I knew that I was the one in the wrong. I mean, when you marry, you should marry for life. I had immediately fallen in love with this amazing young girl, pony-tailed blonde, trim body, and someone who had put her trust in me immediately. I’d never been responsible for someone like that before, and I found it intoxicating. I found Trish, and her body, so intoxicating that I couldn’t think straight when I held her in my arms. And she found me to be the same. She loved my short cut blonde hair, my body so like hers, my age nearly the same as hers, though I was a year older. I sat in the deepening dusk of the living room, waiting for Robert, knowing that I’d break his heart, and hating every minute of it. He’d done nothing to deserve it. As time passed, I started to become apprehensive. It wasn’t like Robert to be late, or he would at least call. It got to be 1 hour, then 2 hours, finally, he was 3 hours late, when the phone rang. I leaped up to get it, and after I said “Hello?” I heard something so surprising it turned my blood to ice. “Jesse, it’s Trish, I’ve got some bad news for you. Are you sitting?” “Trish? No…what is it?” I said, uncertainly. “Jesse, after I left your house, I went to the station house and started my shift. I’m on traffic duty this week. We were called to an accident site in the Kensington area. It’s your husband, he’s been hurt. Oh, god, Jesse, I’m so sorry to have to tell you this. Your husband’s been in an automobile accident, and he’s in the hospital. Do you have someone who can take you to the hospital? If not, we’ll send a car,” Trish said. “Ohh, no, no! Please, no! Trish, what’s going on? Tell me, please!” I gasped. Robert hurt! I had to take care of him. “Jesse, you need to come down here. There’s some confusing things we need to follow up on. Just sit tight, I’ll have a neighborhood patrol officer pick you up. When can you be ready?” Trish asked. “Uhh, 5 minutes, I think.” I stuttered out. “Okay, just hang on, the car’ll be right there.” Trish said. Within 3 minutes, a patrol car pulled to a stop in front of the house, and a uniformed officer came to the door. “Mrs. Hugo? I’m here to take you to the hospital, ma’am. Would you come with me, please?” He asked, offering his arm. I declined the assistance, but rushed to the car in his wake, and he quickly got me to the hospital, breaking more than a few traffic laws himself, in the process, for which I was grateful. When I got to the hospital, Trish was waiting for me at the emergency room entrance. I hardly recognized her wearing her khaki uniform. “Jesse, please come with me, your husband’s over here. He’s not in any danger, but he is badly bruised, and there are a few things we have to ask him,” Trish said. “Ask him? Well, he was in accident, right? What would you ask him?” I felt confused. Shouldn’t they be interviewing the other driver for hitting him? “Jesse, it was a one car accident. His car ran off the road, and ran into an overpass support. If he’d been going a little faster, or hadn’t had an air bag, I’m afraid he’d be dead right now. As it is, he has severe contusions and a broken arm,” Trish finished. “Please, take me to him,” I begged. “Of course,” Trish said, taking my arm and leading me through a warren of cubicles, exam rooms, and curtained off areas. I saw Robert lying back on an exam table, his arm being attended to. I embraced him on his other side, and he winced. “Oof, sore there, too, babe,” he said. Looking at him, my heart melted. How could I have been so cruel to him? God, I felt like a bitch! I fussed over him, while Trish asked him some questions. “Mr. Hugo, do you remember anything about the event just before the accident? Anything you could tell us would help us to understand how this happened,” she said, writing notes in a small leather covered notebook. “No, no, I can’t remember anything. All I can remember is that I was just driving along. I might have seen something run in front of my car, like a cat or a dog, or something, I vaguely remember something like that, but I’m not sure,” Robert said. “Mr. Hugo, fortunately several drivers stopped at the time of your accident to help you. None of them could remember seeing anything like that, so I was hopeful you might have a clearer memory. It is normal to blank out the details of an accident, though,” Trish commented. “If you remember anything about the accident, or if there’s anything that we can do to help you in this case, please call us. Here’s my card,” she said, glancing at me. “Okay, that’s enough. Now it’s our turn,” said a scrubs-clad figure about 12 years old, or so he looked. The doctor shooed away Trish, who left with a concerned glance at me. The doctor explained the nature of Robert’s injuries, and the course of care that would be needed. I stared at Trish’s retreating figure, then turned to Robert. “Robert, what happened?” I said, quietly. Robert wouldn’t look directly into my eyes, but muttered, “I really don’t know, like I told the officer.” It wasn’t like Robert. I sensed something different, but perhaps, I thought, it was the accident. I set about making him comfortable, while the nurse took information for Robert to be admitted to the hospital. “Just for observation overnight,” the doctor said. “We’ll do some tests.” After Robert was admitted, and a few hours after I was supposed to leave, I finally did leave, taking a taxi home. I fretted alone, thinking a ceaseless flood of thoughts. Had I caused the accident? What had I done? What could I do to make up for my selfishness and folly? I don’t think I slept at all that night, and woke up with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. My worries and fears from the night before, weighing even more heavily, joined by the guilt I felt. I could only try to make up for my sins, and hope that Robert would forgive me. I drove back to the hospital the next morning, and surprisingly, Robert was up and about, banged up, but game. “I’m more than ready to go, babe,” he insisted. The doctor agreed, but warned Robert to stay home a few days, and to see our family physician after a few more days. I helped Robert out to the car, and drove him home. Robert was unusually silent. Usually a ‘life of the party’ type, he couldn’t have said more than 10 words all the way home. I didn’t know why he was acting so unusually, but my feeling of guilt filled in the blanks for me. I didn’t know how to bring up the subject, nor how to deal with it, so I didn’t say anything. I took care of him for the next few days, trying to wait on him, but Robert would have none of it. Trish didn’t call, and I found myself torn between relief and disappointment. After three days, Robert’s doctor called, and asked if Robert could come in. I asked him why, and he told me that he wasn’t allowed to tell me, but that I really should come in with him. That got me really worried. Could they have somehow detected cancer? Was Robert going to be one of those people who goes in for a minor thing, and finds out he’s going to die? I told Robert as quickly as I could, and he looked at me in the funniest way. “I don’t think I’ve got the time, right now, babe. I’ve got to catch up on some work,” he said, without elaboration. “But the doctor said he needed to talk to both of us,” I said. “It must be important.” “Yeah, well, whatever,” Robert said. I was stunned at him. Why was he acting like that? I decided that I should go by myself, and made an appointment for the next day. I didn’t tell Robert. When I got to the doctor’s office the next morning, the doctor had me come right in, without waiting out in the waiting room. That should have told me something right there. “Please, be seated Mrs. Hugo,” he said. “Mrs. Hugo, Jesse, I’m constrained by my professional ethics, and the Patient’s Bill of Rights Act, from telling you why I wanted to see your husband. But, I’m also required by those same ethics to warn you when you may have been exposed to a contagious reportable illness. Mrs. Hugo, I would urge you to have tests performed right away to determine if you have the HIV virus.” There was only silence after that statement hit me. I was unable to assimilate it at first. I. Needed. An. HIV. Test. How could that be? I wasn’t a gay male, I didn’t do drugs, what was he saying? “An HIV test? Why?” I said. “Mrs. Hugo, you really need to talk to Robert,” he said, “but I would urge you to get tested NOW,” he said. His nurse came in then, and led me to an exam room, where she coolly took a sample of my blood. I walked out in a daze. What else could go wrong? I thought about that chart that shows how many years traumatic events take off your life. After the past few weeks, I guessed I’d better make out my will. When I returned home, I confronted Robert right away. “Robert, I don’t understand why the doctor wanted to see us both, and have me tested for HIV. Is there something we need to talk about?” Robert looked at me and didn’t say anything. “Please, Robert, talk to me. Please!” Finally, he spoke. “The accident the other day. I remember everything about it. I remember the concrete pillar looming up in the windshield. I remember trying to stamp on the brakes, out of reflex and hitting the accelerator.” “I remember steering straight for the pillar.” “Steering FOR the pillar,” I said. “Robert, why?” “Why? Because I’d betrayed your trust, your love. Because I’m a pervert and a criminal. Because I have a disease that I’ve no doubt given you. Because I’m evil, and I wanted to die,” Robert said. “God, Robert, what are you saying? Please, start at the beginning. I need to know what’s going on,” I pleaded. “Babe, I discovered a year and a half ago, that I’m gay. I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just….didn’t. I met a guy in a club downtown and had sex. I’d been thinking about it for so long, and I finally did it, hoping that I’d hate it. Unfortunately, I loved it. So, it got worse and worse. I wanted more and more men. I didn’t know who they were, I just knew that they had what I wanted.” “I guess one or more of them gave me HIV. I had a test done 3 months ago, and it confirmed my fears. I guess it had to come out sometime, and I never wanted to put you in danger. That’s why I gave you oral sex, and since I always wore a rubber for birth control, I hoped you’d be okay.” “I’m sorry, babe.” “Robert, I’M so sorry. If you were unhappy, you could have told me. I’d never want to hurt you.” “It didn’t seem like one of those things a husband wants to tell his wife, babe,” he said. “I still love you, Robert. I want to take care of you.” “That’s your guilt talking, babe” he said flatly. “What do you mean?” I said. “Babe, I know about your girlfriends. And I couldn’t be happier for you,” he said. I was speechless. “You knew about them?” I said. “Babe, I know you well enough. After that movie we saw, you know, ‘Resident Evil,‘ you walked around in a complete daze. I followed your activity on the computer, and where you went on the Internet. I’m really sorry for prying, but I had to know. After I saw you were surfing lesbian sites, and then some ‘Woman seeking Woman’ Personals sites, it wasn’t hard to put together. I’m really happy for you. I wouldn’t be someone you’d want to spend the rest of your life with, believe me.” “Oh, Robert, I don’t know what to say,” I said weakly. “Let’s see how your tests work out. I knew I didn’t need any more tests. I’ve already started taking treatments. You’re the one who’s been hurt, and I am SO sorry for that. I’m going to move out, and we can work things out with the house payments, and all. Please try to forgive me. I DO love you, just not the way we thought.” Robert packed up a suitcase of things to spend the night away. I asked him to stay, insisting he at least give himself a chance to get better, but he insisted. As he was walking out the door, he turned. “Oh, babe?” “Yes, Robert?” “That blonde cop? She’s a keeper. You’ve got good taste, as usual.” With that, Robert walked out of my life. Well, for the most part, anyway. We had our life together to unravel, then knit the loose ends back up. My HIV tests, and the STD tests the doctor HADN’T told me about, were all negative. I got used to living without Robert, but it was unexpectedly easier than I thought it would be. Within 2 weeks Robert had a boyfriend, who looked like he was about 18. I got the feeling Robert had known him longer than 2 weeks, though. Within 3 weeks Trish called, and I invited her out for dinner. She came over, and we drove to a little Italian restaurant in the neighborhood. I kept stealing looks at her as she lounged in the passenger seat, and she’d punctuate our frequent laughter and giggling, with affectionate touching of my arm, or shoulder, or cheek. Once, she briefly touched my exposed thigh, and I felt a thrill course through my leg into my pussy. The lights around us as we drove took on a star-like quality, as my eyes moistened from my happiness, the first I’d felt since Trish last left my house. When we got to the restaurant, we walked in hand in hand. This time I didn’t care who saw me, or us. What other people thought seemed to be pretty unimportant at this point. The restaurant, ‘Napoli,’ was cozy and romantic. I hoped that Trish would take the hint. She did. We had a lovely dinner of fettucini with shrimp and Porcini mushrooms, in a white cream sauce, and split a bottle of the white Italian house wine. We split a serving of zuppa ingles, and espresso, and I drank in the light of the candlelight reflecting off Trish’s blue eyes. I felt like I was floating the whole time, and Trish’s beautiful smile filled me with warmth. I could have happily died then, but life would get even better, I found. Trish and I drove to the park near my home, and walked, holding hands and just looking at each other. Finally, we reached the swing set, and we each sat in a swing, gently swinging back and forth, feet still on the ground. “Jesse, you okay?” Trish whispered. “Trish, I’ve never, I’ve never been happier, and, and-”. With that I started crying, and Trish quickly came over to me and took me in her strong arms. I buried my face in her shoulder, and her long, fragrant hair and cried as much as I’ve ever cried, at least since my father died. She held me close, and didn’t say anything, just letting me cry it all out. I felt so safe in her arms, and warm, and wanted. I became conscious of every part of her body touching mine, and I immediately thought that this was exactly how we started the last time. I reluctantly pulled away, and with a crooked little grin she said, “You felt it too.” “Felt what?” I said. “Every part of my body, just like I felt every part of yours, like the last time we made love-” she started. “That is scary, Trish. That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I said. “I know,” she said quietly. We walked hand in hand back to the house, and when we got to the door, Trish looked in my eyes and said, “I won’t ever be saying goodbye to you.” We walked in to resume our new life. The Itch Ch. 5 Trish and I walked through the front door of my house. We’d just gotten back from a romantic dinner, and walk in the park. I was completely transfixed by Trish’s beauty and charm, and looking forward to how we would finish our first date. Trish was a police officer, 22 years old, with long blonde hair, and smallish, but nicely shaped breasts. She had a beautiful, ‘college girl’ face, and when she had her hair in a ponytail, dressed in cutoffs and tight blouse, you’d swear that she was a freshman in college, or even a high school student. She was about 5’10” tall, and slim, but with a nicely rounded ass. My name is Jesse. I’m similarly built, but my blonde hair is much shorter, almost boy short, though over my ears. My breasts are a size bigger than Trish’s, but my ass isn’t quite as round as hers. Still, it’s not too bad. I’m a year older than Trish at 23. I was very recently separated from my husband, after a tumultuous several weeks in which I discovered “The Itch’ for things lesbian, and I discovered that my husband was gay, something which came out after he tried to kill himself. Anyway, I had met Trish in an unusual way, which you can read about elsewhere, and we had made mad love the first (well, really, second) time we met, then were separated for several weeks. Now we were back together and ready to pick up where we left off. At least, I hoped so! We walked in the house, and I asked Trish if she’d like some wine. “I’d love some, Jess,” she said. She had immediately picked up the diminutive of my name, and it made me feel warm to hear her say it. “Can I help you get it?” “Okay,” I said. As she walked in the kitchen with me, I pointed her toward the small wine cellar, which was actually a chrome wire rack with 6 openings to hold wine bottles, that sat on the floor. “Why don’t you pick us out a bottle, okay?” As she bent over to look at the labels, I watched how her skirt fell against her buttocks, and also rose up slightly, allowing me to see more of her upper thighs. I guess she sensed by my silence that I was watching her, because she wiggled her butt from side to side, making me giggle. Selecting a bottle of Pouligny Montrachet, she stood back up, and waggled her finger at me, saying, “Caught you looking, didn’t I!” with a smile. She held out the bottle to me, and said, “I know this is expensive, and I know it’s supposed to be cold, but could we celebrate with it anyway?” Trish had the most charming look on her face at that moment, and I would have granted her any wish. “Sure, but you owe me,” I said. “I’ll be making you pay for it later,” I finished, with a light laugh. “Count on it,” Trish said. She opened the wine as I reached up to a high shelf for our, no my, no, OUR wine glasses. They were a little pushed back from the edge, as they were given to me by my grandmother, and I always worry that they’ll fall, so I always push them back. They’re a leaded crystal, and I just love them. As I was reaching around on the high shelf, up on my toes, trying to feel for the glasses, it got quiet behind me. I whirled around, only to catch Trish with her eyes fixed on my butt. “Now who’s looking?” I asked, with a slight smirk. Trish stepped over to me and took me in her embrace, saying, “You’ll have to punish me for being bad.” I looked in her deep blue eyes, and my heart skipped a beat or two. I moved my lips close to hers, and gently placed my warm lips against hers. As though glued, our lips locked together gently, and I felt her returning the kiss. My mouth opened, inviting her in, and she slipped her warm, wet tongue into my mouth, caressing me inside. We kissed like that for about a minute, expressing our love and passion for each other, then reluctantly parted. “That was nice, Trish. I haven’t felt a kiss, or love, since you left me before. Promise me that you’ll hold me, and love me,” I said breathlessly. “I love you, Jess. I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since we made love. Maybe you weren’t the first woman to touch my pussy, but you’re the first to touch my heart,” Trish said, with a tear in her eye. I kissed her again, then, a long, lingering kiss to express the deep feelings I had for her inside. “C’mon, baby, let’s enjoy this wine, then each other,” I said. “Can we do both at the same time?” Trish said. “I don’t think I can wait.” “I don’t think I can wait either. You know where the bedroom is,” I said, in as alluring a manner as I could. Trish giggled. “Yeah, I want that, too, even worse than you, but I meant I have to pee. Come on in with me while I go, okay?” We walked to the bathroom, and Trish stood in front of the toilet, with her bottom pointed toward it, then hiked up her skirt, to put her hands on her panties and pull them down. “Wait, let me do that,” I said impulsively. Trish looked surprised, but let me proceed. I ran my hands over her warm, round ass cheeks, then slipped her white lace panties down over her hips, slowly revealing her lovely mound. “My god, you’ve shaved it!” I said, as I continued slipping her panties down. Halfway down her thighs, they were freed, and slipped to the floor at her feet. “Can I feel you?” I asked excitedly. “Please do, but I really have to go,” Trish implored me. I slipped my right hand to cup her warm mound, with the luscious, plump pink slit in the center. I moved closer to her, so that I could hold my hand flat against the smooth skin between her legs, and I found her slick on the lips of her slit. My mouth found her lips, as my finger caressed her lower lips, and she moaned into my mouth. I felt that I could read her thoughts exactly. I knew that she wanted to keep feeling my hand between her legs, but I knew that she felt an overwhelming need to pee. So I decided to torture her a little. I put my other hand on her bare bottom. With her hips imprisoned between my hands, there was no way that Trish could now sit down on the toilet that she longed for. “Mmmm, mm,mmm, Jess, I’m going to pee,” Trish mumbled through our locked lips. At the same time, she raised her arms to embrace me, betraying how she really felt about our love play. “I know,” I replied, making no move to let her sit. Keeping her arms around my shoulders, with her hands on my head, gently caressing it with her fingers, she began squirming her hips, but not hard enough to escape, only hard enough to be able to say that she’d tried to escape. I felt her body melt against mine, as she realized I wasn’t going to let her get away in time, and her returned kisses became wildly passionate. I soon felt a hot wetness streaming from her slit, first a small, weak stream, then a forceful push of liquid that almost pushed my hand away, and filled the air around us with the acrid smell of urine. I moved my fingers and hand around on her pussy, allowing the flow to escape after it ran over my skin, and slowly stroked her clit while she peed into my hand. Trish’s breathing became more labored, as she approached her orgasm. I could feel her hips rotating slightly, as she instinctively responded to my finger on her stiffening clit. I moved my hand that was resting on her shapely ass, to the tiny hole hiding in her dark crevice. “Mmmm, mm, mmm,” she said, but not elaborating. I knew that she was probably trying to warn me that she had her sphincter shut, not wanting to fart, or have a worse accident, but I didn’t care. I wormed my fingers into her warm, moist crevice, and slowly slipped the tip of my index finger into her tightly closed anus. I circled the smooth flesh there with the tip, forcing her to relax the muscle. That was immediately followed by a rush of hot gas out of her intimate hole, over my finger. After the flow of air stopped, I slid my finger into her now compliant ass hole. It was hot and moist, and my finger slid in easily. “I’m so embarrassed,” she said, burying her face in my shoulder. “You are so bad.” She wouldn’t look at me then, but I said to her, “I love everything about you, Trish, even the things you leave behind.” She looked in my eyes then, and said, “I love you so much, Jess. My Jess.” I began stroking her clit harder then, and sliding my other finger in her hot ass, and soon she was bucking and humping her hips against my hand, as she came for the first time that night. "Oh yes, that's SO nice, Jess. I love feeling you inside me, so deep, so hard in me, invading my tight, wet holes. Oh, oh, yes, yes, YES, YESYESYES!!" After she had cum, and slumped down against me, she lifted her feet up to kick off her now sodden panties. She removed her hands from my shoulders, and wiggled out of her skirt, which was also splashed in part with her pee. Now that Trish was completely naked below the waist, I stepped back to look at her body. “God, you are so beautiful Trish! I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, man or woman.” Trish took my hand and brought it to her bare pussy. “Do you like it?” she said. “I shaved it for you, I thought you might like me this way,” she added, with a coquettish smile. “I love you any way you are, but this is especially beautiful. I can’t wait to study your work more closely,” I replied. “Your turn, then wine, okay?” Trish asked. “In bed,” I added. Trish smiled, then brought her lips to mine, while her hands were busy undoing my clothing. She quickly had my skirt on the floor, and my blouse unbuttoned. I was equally busy with her too, and we stepped back to finish our work. After our blouses were off, Trish was completely naked, and I had on only my panties. Trish knelt down in front of me, and bringing her face close to the crotch, began slipping them down, first over my ass. Her hands went to caress my warm mounds, as she pressed her lips against my crotch through the lace fabric. “Umm, you smell so nice,” she said, pressing her nose against the slight protuberance of my highly aroused clitoris, while her smooth hands caressed and squeezed my firm bottom. She finished slipping my panties down in front, and gasped. “You shaved, too!” She exclaimed. I was about to say something about that, but Trish pressed her mouth against my hairless cunt lips, and whatever I had been thinking went right out of my head. I could feel her warm, wet tongue entering my tight vagina, and her finger penetrating my anus, and everything went to a blur of colors and sensations as she brought me to at least 2 orgasms, and many tsunamis of pleasure. I felt myself return to consciousness of my surroundings, and Trish was still on her knees, looking up at me adoringly. “Was that nice, baby?” She said softly. I lifted her arms, and she got up, brought her lips to mine, and I tasted my pussy there, as our bodies, too, kissed. We kissed, softly and lingeringly, for some time, then we separated our lips, but not our naked bodies, which felt warm and soft, each on the other. “We’ve got to take a shower now, please, Jess?” Trish implored. “Okay,” I said. “Then wine, and bed.” I turned on the shower, and we slipped under its warm embrace, soaping each other with shower gel, to remove the traces of urine on Trish’s legs, and to bring each other additional pleasure, feeling the slick sensation of the other’s hands against our firm, smooth bodies. We stepped out, and dried each other languidly, with the thickest, plushest towels I had. We each chose a complementary body spray, and lightly anointed each other. I found 2 of my silk robes that were presentable, and we dressed for the evening. Trish’s was a little short, since she was taller than I, but she looked beautiful in the light blue, shimmering fabric. Mine was white, and a little shorter than the one she wore. We gathered up the wine, and the glasses, and headed for the bedroom. I lit perhaps a dozen of my favorite candles, and we arranged ourselves on the bed, with our wine. I lay back, more or less upright, with Trish’s head in my lap, and her hands caressing my legs. We talked, for a long time, into the night, about everything that had happened to us. I told her about the circumstances of Robert’s departure, and she embraced me comfortingly. I took strength from her touch, and pressed her back. We discussed our dreams, and hopes for the two of us, and melted into one another’s being. Late into the night, our passions raised. The constant touch, and closeness we were sharing, was making us both extremely horny again, and the wine only inflamed our passions. “It’s time,” whispered Trish, drowning me in her eyes. Trish put her glass down on the bedside night stand, and leaning over to me, placed her body on top of mine, and brought her lips to mine, insistently. I lay back, and let her work her will on me. I could feel her hands stroking me, arousing my nipples to poke through the thin fabric. Trish ran the palms of her hands over my erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity through my breasts and into my pussy every time she touched them. She moved her body down the bed, so that she could address my taut breasts with her sweet mouth. I saw her tongue sliding out further, as she licked through the fabric over my nipples, increasing their size from my excitement. The plunging neckline on the tie front gown, gave my sweet female lover easy access to my breasts. Trish slid her hand under the fabric to my breast, barely rippling the fabric. Her hand gently cupped my swelling breast, and her thumb and forefinger gently squeezed my nipple, causing me to moan with pleasure. My legs reflexively spread, to give her greater access to my moistening pussy. “Play with me, love,” I murmured. Trish caressed my breasts, bringing my ecstasy to a peak, then moved the fabric away, so that she could look at them, and bring her warm mouth to my sensitive skin. She sighed happily when the silken fabric dropped away, and her eyes took in my swelling bosom, with its pink-tipped nipples and aureoles. Finally, her mouth descended on my impatient body, and we both moaned when the warmth and wetness of Trish’s mouth and tongue, contacted the firm, contracted flesh of my nipples. My hands went to the back of Trish’s lovely head, to hold her against my heaving breasts, as she licked and laved them with her eager tongue. The wetness in my pussy increased dramatically, and I felt Trish’s hand sliding down my stomach, exposing my skin there, the fabric of the gown falling away to my sides, leaving my hips and legs completely exposed. The scent of my aroused cunt filled the air around us, as Trish teased me higher and higher. Her fingers stroked downwards on my lower stomach, below my navel, and her mouth followed her hand, but at its own pace. As her hand began to stroke my hips, and upper thighs, Trish brought her mouth to my navel, and mimicked fucking that shallow crevice with her tongue. I had never had anyone do that, and I felt a special pleasure course through me as her rough, wet tongue rasped against the sensitive skin inside my navel. I heard myself sighing with pleasure, and regretted that there was no significant part of my lover’s body that I could bring pleasure to currently. I consoled myself by stroking her smooth, firm back under the fabric of the gown. Trish grunted to signify that she appreciated my touch, not wanting to remove her tongue from my skin. Soon, though, her hand moved to my knees. Anticipating her next move, or perhaps more honestly, desiring her next move, I lifted my knees up, exposing my slick pussy, and spreading the lips apart. Her hand curled under my knee on one leg, and lifted it even closer to my chest, exposing my wet pussy from a new direction. Trish’s hand slipped down the back of my thigh, to come directly to my slit, and my anus below it. She gently ran the tip of her fingernail down my labia on one side, then slowly up the labia on the other side, gently skirting just around my sensitive clitoris, which was standing up nearly outside of its protective hood from my heightened state of excitement. “Ohh, sweetheart, that feels so nice. I love it when you touch me there, Oh, yeah, your fingernail, oh, oh, it’s so nice. Yes, yes, yes, touch my clit! Oh, oh, yes, oh. Make me cum, I can’t stand it, I want to feel you inside me, oh, yes!” As Trish’s lovely finger worked its magic on the outside of my pussy, I longed to feel her inside me, in every hole. “Ohh, please, Trish! Fuck me with your finger! Oh, yes, no, please don’t tease me, fuck me, fuck me deep, deep, put your finger in me, please, don’t tease me so! Oh, oh, oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! I’M CUMMING, OH, I’M CUMMING, MY SWEET TRISH, I LOVE YOU! FUCK ME, OH, YESSSS!!!!!” I nearly passed out from the teasing, then the ultimate fulfillment that Trish put me through. I wanted to shower her with kisses then, but she was not finished. After I had recovered for a few minutes, Trish allowed my leg to slip down, so that both legs were flat against the mattress again, slightly spread. Trish slowly kissed her way down my leg, kissing the outside of my thigh, down to my knee, then quickly down my calf to my foot. Trish lifted my foot up gently, and each in turn, took my toes into her mouth, and sucked them into her mouth, licking between the toes with her agile tongue. I had never felt anyone’s tongue or mouth on my toes before, and my pussy tingled with the new-found pleasure. In the back of my mind, though, I was glad we had just showered before our lovemaking. Trish pleasured my toes for the longest time, making me giggle, and then moved to my instep, and the inside of my leg. She kissed her way up my leg, which I lifted up as she progressed upward, so that it would be easily within her reach, and not coincidentally, making it easier for her to get to my pussy. Trish’s kisses on my inner thighs felt far different from her kisses on the outside of my thigh. It felt so intimate to feel her warm mouth on that part of my body so close to my hungry pussy, and my sensitive anus. Blessedly, Trish was just as impatient to bring me the ultimate pleasure that a woman can bring another, and soon, her tongue licked along my now plump and sensitive labia, tracing the path her finger had taken earlier. Trish licked up along the left side of my pussy, and I could feel my lubrication seeping out at the bottom of my hole as she did. She circled around my clit, standing high, teasing me more, then licked down the right side. At the bottom of my slit, where so much of my liquid was dripping down into my ass hole, Trish centered her tongue and rapidly, deeply thrust into my hole, lapping up the fluid that had accumulated from my seeping pussy walls, but not yet secreted out of me. “Oh, god, Jess, your pussy is fantastic! You taste so sweet and womanly, I want to eat you up! I love the taste of your cunt, so sweet, so thick and syrupy, so hot-” Trish returned to her pleasurable task, swabbing out the inside of my pussy, all the while approaching her target. As her tongue worked its way toward my swelling clit, the tension of approaching ecstasy built, and built. When she had licked every part of my pussy, she clamped her lips gently on my clit, stabbing at the sensitive tip with her tongue, then thrumming it against the tip very rapidly, shooting me over the top. “Oh, oh, Trish, that’s good. You’re so good, yes, lick my pussy, deep, deep. Oh, you’re getting it all, I love the feel of your tongue inside me, oh you’re such a good fucker! Yes, yes, my clit, please, please, lick my clit, oh YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK OH, MY CLIT, MY CUNT! FUCK! OH, You’re so good, oh yes, yes…” as I trailed off in exhaustion. Trish made her way back up my body, and snuggled her head along my throat, as my arms went around her, to hold her in a tight embrace. I dozed off, but woke up after about 10 minutes. “You haven’t cum yet, darling,” I murmured lazily. “It’s enough for me that you’ve cum, my love,” whispered Trish, my sweet lover. We lay like that a few minutes more, but I began to grow impatient, not only to taste Trish’s wet pussy, but to bring her to the heights she had brought me. I gently nudged her over, so that I could have my way this time. She slipped over on the bed, and I eased out. I began kissing my gowned lover, with me still nude. The Itch Ch. 5 After I kissed her outflung arm, I kissed and licked her armpit. Finding it sweet and tasty, I licked further there, and soon she was giggling helplessly as my wet tongue tickled her unmercifully. “Stop! Stop! Okay, I’ll let you lick my pussy. Fuck me! Lick me! Do whatever you want, just please stop tickling me!” She shouted, as though it were a great sacrifice to have her pussy licked, though I knew she wanted it badly. We arranged ourselves in a 69 position, with me lying on my back, watching Trish seductively opening her robe, to display all her feminine charms. My mouth watered at the sight of her hairless pink slit, peeking out from between her slim legs. She approached me on the bed, cupping her small breasts, and stroking them sweetly. She climbed up on the mattress, and I looked avidly as her legs separated, and I was treated to a preliminary view of her beautiful pussy. Trish got into position beside me, with her head by my knees, and her knees by my head. Very carefully, she lifted her left leg up, over my head, and set it on the other side of me. She also moved her left arm to the other side of my waist, so that she was straddling my body on the outside, but head to foot. She let me pull her hips down to my level, so that her glistening cunt approached my face. At the same time, she pulled up my legs, with my assistance, so that she was positioned between them. Trish gently pressed my legs back to my chest, so that my ass was now facing upwards, directly into her face. She lowered her face then, and I felt the gentle touch of my female lover’s tongue and lips on my pink anus. I could feel her sweet tongue penetrating me there, and I felt free, and open as never before, incredibly, intimately connected to Trish. As I relished the feel of Trish’s mouth on my puckered hole, I attacked Trish’s glistening slit, as it rested just above me. I gently pulled on her waist, and her hips reacted, easing down onto my eager mouth. Impatient as I was, I wanted to thrust my tongue into her raging pussy, but knew that teasing her gradually would bring her far more pleasure. I slipped one hand up to caress her creamy white ass globes just above me, savoring the feel of her warm, round bottom in my hand. My hand reveled in touching her so intimately, but I wanted more of her. Trish wiggled her butt in my face, signaling that she enjoyed the feel of my warm hand on her ass, but she didn’t take her mouth off my ass, and continued licking my rear hole. I returned my tongue to its trip round her labia, pausing to flick at her stiffening clitoris as I reached that point in my endless circuit of her hole. Occasionally, a drop of her honey would drip from her sweet pussy, and splash on my face, though I strove to catch all of her delicious cum. I could feel Trish stiffen, and her mouth action slow, every time I neared her swelling clit, and I knew that she was close to cumming. I sped up my licking while my fingers sought out her tiny pink ass hole. Locating it, I timed my movements so that I thrust my wetted finger into her tight anus, just as I rapidly thrummed the rough surface of my tongue across the hard button of her clit. Trish screamed from the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that washed over her, her body vibrating in every part. “God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! God! Yes, OH YES!!!! YESSSSS!! FUUCCKK!!! OH! OH! OH, YES!!! I’M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!,” and she ceased her licking of my anus. I felt her drool onto me as she was overcome with pleasure. Her ass lowered itself onto my face as she was totally spent, but since I could still breathe, I enjoyed the increased contact of her ass on my face. We lay like that for a little while, then I felt Trish rouse herself, and lift up a little. “Oh, Jess, you wonderful lover! I’ve never cum like that before! I love you so, my one, my Jess!” “Our pleasure comes from giving the other pleasure,” I said. “I love you so, Trish.” I pulled Trish’s sweet ass hole down onto my face, so that I could kiss and lick her as intimately as she had done for me. We couldn’t both lick each other there at the same time, so Trish planted sweet kisses on my pussy and clit, and fucked my wet ass hole with first one, then two, fingers. We brought each other to several minor orgasms then, and Trish lifted herself up to come and sleep in my arms. We kissed each other’s sweet mouth, enjoying the smells of our bodies on each other, then drifted off. “I love you, Trish,” I whispered. “I love you too, Jess,” she sighed. We dreamt sweetly together.