2 comments/ 37195 views/ 7 favorites Daughters - Melissa Ch. 01 By: Lisa Summers Daughters of the American Evolution - Melissa, Ch. 01 This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. But no plan goes easily.... "I don't think it's a stereotype, honestly," Linda McDaniels said. "No? Cops eating doughnuts, really?" Kathy O'Flaherty responded, with a slightly disgusted shake of her auburn tresses. In spite of her reluctance to be seen associated with the fried dough confection, she turned the marked Crown Vic into the parking lot of the Dunkin Donuts on Eddy Road, the early June morning New England chill and dense, full maple trees shading the lot, a scene from a summer celebration of American life. "Oh, cut me some slack, Red," Linda joked. "My sister's up from Texas after her divorce, and she has Jim and I drinking fruit smoothies all the time. I'm about to barf from all the healthful food, and Jim actually HAS barfed once or twice." She paused, then, looking a little embarrassed, asked, "So, what's up with you and Steve?" "Speaking of barf, you mean?" Kathy replied. "He's still an ass, and we're still broken up." Linda looked as though her 'on second thought' to not mention Steve had gotten into her head just a moment too late. "Sorry," Linda muttered, chagrined at bringing up an obvious sore point for her attractive partner. "Not your fault," Kathy replied, shrugging. The two Manchester Patrol Division officers made their way to the front counter. Kathy rolled her eyes at Linda's order for three of the more sugar-filled doughy treats, then responded with a request for an egg white veggie wrap. "Seriously?" Linda said, with a look of disgust herself. "You eat that stuff, and you still get mistaken for me from behind. Is it worth it?" "If I didn't eat 'this stuff', I'd look like the desk sergeant from behind," Kathy said. "Different strokes, I guess," Linda said. She was interrupted by a man at an adjoining table sneezing loudly. He looked apologetic as he whipped out a well-used handkerchief. "Nice," Linda said sarcastically, as she wiped off a small speck of mucus that had landed on the back of her hand. Kathy glared at the man, who ignored the two officers. While eating, the two women discussed gossip from their station, until Kathy's shoulder radio mic squawked her name. "Kathy, there's a gentleman from the New Hampshire State Police office here to see you. Lieutenant Fredericks says for you to come in." The two women's eyes met, Linda's eyebrows raising. Kathy's mouth turned downward. "What the fuck..." Kathy whispered. "Roger that, dispatch," she responded more loudly, then shrugged at Linda. The two gathered up their food, and headed back to the station on Chestnut Street. Whatever the office visitor was about, Linda kept her curiosity to herself - for the moment. "Hey, Sarge," Kathy said as she entered the Traffic Unit offices. The office was decorated in city government gray, gray walls, gray furnishings and gray in the complexions of some of the older officers present. "Hi, Kathy," Sergeant Buckerman responded. "Go ahead and see Lieutenant Fredericks, he's in his office." Linda walked down the hall to the office, as Linda busied herself with some previously neglected paperwork at one of the common desks. "Come in," the lieutenant responded, when Kathy knocked. As she entered, she looked first at the middle-aged, slightly plumping uniformed command officer, then to the handsome, well dressed younger man standing next to him. He looked to be about twenty-five. "Kathy, this is Trent Barkade, a Special Agent from the Investigative Services Bureau of the New Hampshire Department of Safety," the lieutenant gestured at the younger man. Reading her expression, he added, "And let me assure you, you're in no trouble whatsoever. He's with the Terrorism Intelligence Unit." "Hi, Kathy," the Investigator said, extending his hand to shake Kathy's. She took his hand, finding it warm, dry and firm. A slight tingle ran through her. "Keep it down," she thought to herself. She currently had no boyfriend, and while this one was very interesting, she knew nothing about him. Besides, this was a professional situation. "Let me reinforce the lieutenant's comment," he began. "You're not in any trouble, as a matter of fact, the Bureau needs your help." He looked at the lieutenant. "I've got some things to take care of," Lieutenant Fredericks responded, moving toward the door. "I'll leave you two to talk." After he left, Agent Barkade gestured Kathy to the chair in front of the lieutenant's desk, then he took the lieutenant's chair. "I'll get right to it," Agent Barkade said. "There is a group meeting at Southern New Hampshire University - we're concerned that they're involved in possible terror-related activity, and wanted an officer to keep an eye on them. You fit the bill perfectly." "Keep an eye..." Kathy responded in a questioning tone. "Go to their meetings, get a little involved with their activities, nothing 'cloak and dagger', just a little light undercover work," he answered, flashing Kathy a pearly white smile. Her heart fluttered a little. "He is kind of hot," she thought. "We just need you to report back to us," he finished. "By 'us,' I mean to Lieutenant Fredericks." "Why me?" she asked. "You've done well on your evaluations, you're close to college age - and you look it - you're not particularly well known in Manchester, and you have a university background. Norwich University, right?" "Yes sir," Kathy responded. "Criminal Justice major, graduated summa cum laude. And yeah, I've only been in Manchester a short time. I lived in Vermont for 22 years until moving here." "Commendable," he responded, with a warm smile. "So, what do you think?" "I guess I'd have to know more," she responded honestly. "Fair enough," he said. "How about over lunch?" She nodded. "Great. I've got a few things to attend to. I'll pick you up at 1 - is that alright?" She nodded again. "How's Richard's Bistro for lunch?" he asked. "It looked pretty nice when I drove by." "Um, I hear it's great," she said. "Kind of pricey for a traffic cop, though," she added. "Oh, lunch is on me, it's the least we can do." Sensing that the interview was over for the meantime, Kathy rose to leave. "Oh, and I'd appreciate if you didn't say anything to your partner," the Special Agent said, when her hand reached the door knob. Kathy froze. "Nothing?" she responded, slightly shocked. Partners don't keep secrets from each other. "That, pretty much," he said, with that enchanting smile. "You can tell her that you're doing some paperwork, compiling statistics for the Bureau, but I'd rather no more than that." "Mmm, okay," she said, frowning slightly. She went to the 'bullpen', where field officers share desks and where Linda waited for her partner. Linda's eyes asked the question. "A State Police agent wants to take me to lunch. They just basically want me to compile some crime statistics." Linda looked at her dubiously. "Paperwork?" she asked. "Good luck with that. Hey, maybe they're scoping you out to recruit you for the Intelligence Bureau!" Linda's smile was genuine. "Yeah...sure," Kathy responded absently. "That would be something, huh?" "Why not?" Linda said excitedly. "You're single, you've got the whole world in front of you...not old and tied down, like me." Her smile belied her words. "Old - you're twenty nine, for god's sake," Kathy said. "And 'tied down', you've got a wonderful husband who loves you - and who you love." "Yeah...but it doesn't mean I don't wonder about the road 'less traveled by.'" "Well, still..." Kathy said. The two grew silent, finishing up paperwork until it was time for Kathy's lunch meeting with the FBI agent. The white, half-window shutters, full wall of early afternoon sunlight, and white tablecloths at Richard's gave the posh restaurant a clean, sleek feel, but not too modern to lack warmth. The light green walls seemed a perfect counterpoint to all the white. During their meal, Special Agent Barkade fielded all of Kathy's questions smoothly, until she felt completely reassured that she could handle the assignment - and that she wanted to. When Kathy returned to the table after a visit to the ladies' restroom, Trent proposed a toast. "To your career's upward path" he said, as he held up his glass of water. She raised hers, clinking them together lightly, then drank. When she set the glass down, she said, modestly, "I don't know about that part, but I hope I can help the Bureau out." "Seriously, Officer - Kathy - if you complete this assignment, I think the sky's the limit for you." "Well, thanks," she replied. "I'll do my best." "I know you will," he said. "Just report to Lieutenant Fredericks to keep us updated." * * * * "Hi, I'm Kathy Allen," the redhead said. "Hi Kathy," the others in the group, all of them female, responded. "Welcome to the Women's Alliance for Peace, SNHU chapter," the attractive older woman, clearly the faculty leader, added. "I'm Barbara Kimsol. Besides this little group, my day job is teaching Baking and Pastry Arts." She nodded in a funny, absent-minded way, her medium length brown hair brushing against her shoulder, and her full breasts jiggling a little. "Ooh, that sounds like fun," Kathy said with a smile. "Oh, it is. Are you entering our program? I'd love to see you massaging some dough..." Kathy blushed. "Well, I'm a transfer student. I'm not exactly certain of my major yet..." Seeing Kathy's red face, Barbara hastened to clarify. "That was just an expression we use in the Baking program, please don't think I was being forward...not that there's anything wrong with that." She smiled. "But if you do want to know more about the Baking program, I can help you...any time." Barbara glanced at the glasses of iced tea in front of all the other attendees, and said, "Won't you have some peach iced tea, dear?" "Um, okay," Kathy responded. "But I didn't really know what the group was about - I saw your flyer - and just wanted to learn a little more -" She fiddled nervously with her fingers. Not all of the nervousness was put on. "Oh, sometimes we're just a bunch of girls gossiping about campus affairs, and other times we actually DO talk about serious things, like politics and such. I promise you will learn more about what WAP is doing, but you could hardly be expected to go thirsty while doing it, could you?" She poured Kathy a glass. "Sugar?" "A little. One teaspoon would be fine." "Here you are. Now just take a seat, right here. You can get a good look at everyone, and decide if you want to stay, and hopefully come back again, too, okay?" She smiled, and Kathy felt more at ease. She sat next to a girl with short black hair. "Hi, my name is Samantha," the girl whispered. "This is my first meeting, too." "Oh good, I don't feel like such a stranger, then," Kathy said. The two listened to the conversation which, as Barbara had intimated, began as a discussion of the long 'lunches' the Dean of the Business School and the secretary to the University President were taking - made all the more interesting as they were both married to someone else - and eventually leading to various group members hopes and wishes for the relatively new female President of the United States. Kathy's ears perked up at that, as she didn't see where the State Police would be particularly interested in the extra-marital doings of academics in a small north-eastern state university. But, to Kathy, the comments seemed innocuous and all rather supportive. After another hour, the group broke up. As Kathy and Samantha lined up to leave, Barbara took them both by the hand. "Oh, I hope that you'll come back for our next meeting - we meet here weekly. Sometimes, some of the members form little sub groups, and have impromptu meetings, apart from this. Please get to know the others, you may find that you have a lot in common." Kathy and Samantha looked at each other, and then Kathy said, "It was very enjoyable, thank you for having me. I certainly hope that I can return." Samantha sounded reluctant. "I enjoyed it too, but I'm afraid that it coincides with a seminar that begins next week. Still, it was very nice." "Oh, what a shame, dear, we shall miss you if you can't make it. But just in case, here's my cell phone number if you should want to talk." She pressed a business card into Samantha's hand, then a second into Kathy's. "And I didn't mean to neglect you, Kathy. Here's my card as well." They both thanked her, and walked out. A short time away from the building, one foot on the sidewalk, the other straying off onto the newly cut grass as she turned, Samantha faced Kathy. "Did you really think that was at all interesting? They were talking about the personal lives of people that I've never even heard of - and who sound dreadful - and then they all chimed in like magpies about how wonderful the President is." Samantha looked pensive. "I don't even like having a woman President. I guess that's fine and all, but hardly of interest to me." She looked expectantly up into Kathy's eyes. "Yes...it was a little slow," Kathy conceded. "But I think I'll come back next week, it might get a little more interesting." "Suit yourself," Samantha said. "My parents are coming to visit, I'll probably be busy with them. Those two are inseparable." Kathy thought her comment was a little brusque, but shrugged. "Yes, I understand...but I think I'll give it at least another chance." Samantha shrugged and smiled. "I guess you're more patient than I am," she giggled. "Umm, you mentioned that you were originally from Vermont -- my little sister is thinking about going to Norwich...do you know anything about it?" Kathy thought for a moment, then, seeing no harm in it, said, "Yeah, a little. Maybe we can talk over coffee?" The two headed over to the campus coffee shop in the Student Union. After Kathy filled Samantha in on Norwich, the two discussed more personal matters, feeling a kinship of sorts, although their ages were separated by four or five years. "I think Billy is going to ask me to marry him, soon," Samantha confided. "He and I have been dating ever since beginning high school, and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than become Mrs. William Talleywhacker." "Talleywhacker?" Kathy asked, suddenly feeling a need to scratch her lips, more to cover her grin than anything else. "Yeah, it is kind of a funny name -- but Billy is the sweetest thing...of course, I want to finish here first before we have any children. I don't want to be one of those housewives who are barefoot and pregnant all the time, with no skills or education." "That sounds like a good idea," Kathy said. "What about you?" Samantha asked. "Me?" Kathy asked. "Yes, is there someone special?" "Oh...well, kind of. My boyfriend and I broke up a couple of weeks ago, but you never know. I still have a sort of attraction to him..." "Billy has a friend..." Samantha began, hopefully. "He's really nice." Kathy smiled. "I think I can only handle one 'sort of' boyfriend at a time." She had no interest in any blind dates. "Well, just let me know..." Samantha said. Samantha nodded. The two parted ways, with Samantha telling Kathy that, while she didn't think she'd be back with the group, would Kathy mind if she kept in touch with her? Kathy agreed, and the two swapped cell phone numbers. * * * * The next week was miserable for Kathy. She felt chills and muscle aches the whole week, and found that she shared her symptoms with her partner, Linda. "I bet it was that dipshit at the Dunkin' last week, you remember? They guy who sneezed on me? And I guess, on you too." "I suppose it's okay that we work sick, since we're both infected, right?" Kathy said. "It's not like either one of us is going to infect the other. So....a couple of speeders get whatever we have, right?" "That's a great way to save on sick leave, I guess," Linda conceded. "And wield justice to those who fall afoul of the law." While she said the latter part, she mock-assumed a glowering expression. "Ha," Kathy said, with a wan smile, then shivered. * * * * The next week, feeling much better, and in her role as 'Kathy Allen, inquisitive grad student,' Kathy returned to the WAP meeting. To her surprise, Samantha was there too. "I thought you weren't coming," she hissed under her breath to the black-haired coed. Samantha looked weary. "I didn't think I was either, but this last week....I've never felt such a range of emotions. Then I felt as though I had to come." The two didn't speak together any more during the meeting, but when it drew to a close, Samantha touched Kathy's arm with her hand. Kathy felt an exciting tingle from her touch. "Would you...possibly...have coffee with me again?" Samantha asked, tentatively. To her own surprise, Kathy responded quickly, "I'd love to." She dismissed the tingle at the base of her stomach. "We could save a little money, I have an off-campus apartment -- it's not very big, but I could make coffee there..." Samantha's expression, while hopeful, seemed to almost favor the expression, "wolf-like". The tingle in Kathy's stomach grew, and became more identifiable to her. It was the same way she'd felt the first time a boy had managed to get his hand under her skirt. Was she was actually becoming excited to be alone with the girl? "Where did that come from," she wondered, but nonetheless responded warmly to the young girl's invitation. "That sounds...quite lovely," she said breathily. The two walked across campus, Samantha leading the way, conversing as they went. If you had quizzed Kathy later on what they talked about, it's doubtful that she'd have any idea. The frankly sexual wave of desire that was washing over her, was quickly crowding out thought. They arrived at Samantha's door, a second floor walkup garden apartment, a studio. As Samantha pressed the key into the lock, Kathy pressed herself into Samantha, the girl's ass feeling heavenly against Kathy's increasingly excited and hot crotch. "God, what is going on?" she thought. But to Kathy's surprise, Samantha didn't object to her touch. It seemed to Kathy that Samantha actually pushed back, her pert and warm bottom grinding into Kathy. Then she giggled, and pushed the door open, both women almost falling into the tiny apartment. Samantha whirled around, as Kathy searched for some excuse for her own behavior. "I'm sorry, I-" she began, with the best of intentions, but she saw Samantha's brown eyes widen, then Samantha's mouth was on hers. Somewhere behind them, the door closed. The two women sucked in each other's breath voraciously, their hands not even pausing to caress the other, before slipping under clothes, far too many clothes, it seemed. Kathy's hands ripped Samantha's blouse out of the waistband of her jeans, her fingers slipping over warm, satiny girl skin, to climb up the girl's flat stomach and roughly squeeze the girl's soft, apple-sized breasts, her nipples hard little pebbles in her palms. Just as quickly, Samantha thrust her hand down Kathy's khaki slacks, her hand outside Kathy's thin cotton panties, but her fingers boldly pinching the policewoman's rapidly plumping labia. "Oh, fuck!" Kathy moaned, as an unexpected orgasm raced through her. "God, when was the last time I came from somebody else?" she thought, recalling some date's rough and stubbly face -- but that image quickly faded when the excitement of being felt up by another girl caused her second orgasm -- a very unexpected development for Kathy, to say the least. Daughters - Melissa Ch. 01 "To my bed...over here," Samantha grunted, her fingers now curling under the gusset of Kathy's panties, to enter her wetly. "Unnh!" Kathy, too, was grunting now, more excited than she had ever felt before, as they both shambled over to the small bed. Kathy was reluctant to take her hands off Samantha's excitingly feminine breasts, soft, lovely orbs of pleasure, but she pictured her mouth on Samantha in place of her hands, the image giving her strength to first, remove her hands from Samantha's fetching body, then to tear at the girl's buttons, the cloth pieces quickly separating, her blouse opening to Kathy's delight. "God, you're beautiful," she moaned, as Samantha aided in her disrobing, pulling her blouse off, her sweet breasts, pale flesh capped with dark pink nipples, hard and stiff, filling Kathy's vision. Kathy pulled her own slacks down, Samantha's hand still firmly planted on her crotch, both girls giggling happily, Kathy's panties wet and limp as Samantha literally pulled them off, the fabric ripping like a tear-away prop. Finally naked when Samantha turned her jeans inside out ripping them off, the two lithe women, one small, petite, short-haired and almost pixie-like, the other taller, more powerful, full breasted, full assed, with long, brownish red hair fell together on the bed. Samantha's completely bare and hairless pussy scissoring into Kathy's plushly cushioned bush, with the beautiful, succulent slit below, pouting and wet. Kathy, completely new to such things, surrendered herself to Samantha, who seemed more experienced, judging by the way she sat atop the bigger, older woman, her pussy dripping her sweetly-scented juices into Kathy's cunt, like a sweet, pink cup full of hot ambrosia. She rocked, slightly back and forth, but then in a more circular motion, her erect, pink clit circling around Kathy's equally erect, but stationary stiff pearl, like a gang of Indians racing around a settler's covered wagon in a black and white western. Kathy threw her head back, the pleasure too intense. "It's too much," she moaned, as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body and soul delightfully. "Like that honey, do you like that, do you like me fucking you, are you cumming, cumming, cumming from my hot cunt fucking yours?" Samantha moaned, her mind racing, trying to make the words in her brain match the words coming out of her mouth, but the colors, the smells, the coppery taste from her self-bitten lip, the ELECTRICITY JOLTING MY BRAIN MY PUSSY...all too much, too much, too much, collapsing onto the source of her immediate pleasure, their bodies one, and warm and soft together... Some time later Kathy jerked awake. "Where am I...not my bed." Her cop's mind came alert, thinking, memory returned. "Oh god, what did I do?" she whispered. "Naked, with another girl, in her bed...oh god, we had sex!" She slipped away from the lightly snoring brunette, the girl's skin almost as light as the white sheet, seeming to glow in the early morning darkness, Kathy's tan a delightful contrast that she failed to appreciate in her anxious state. Searching for her clothes, she untangled her panties from Samantha's. "Oh damn, ripped? How did THAT happen?" Not thinking at all, she slipped on Samantha's instead. Way tight on her, better than nothing. She finished dressing, stood at the end of the bed looking down at the sleeping undergrad, waif-like as she dreamt, uncovered and, Kathy conceded, beautiful. Tenderly she covered the girl with a damp, wrinkled sheet. Muttering under her breath, Kathy let herself out, and made her way through the early morning dark and chill to her car. The walk across campus helped her to clear her head. The events of the evening were a mystery to her, but remembered in exquisite detail. Until she understood the why, though, the remembrance would be like a burr caught in a seam of her blouse, annoying and irritating. Falling into her own, lonely bed at last, she returned to sleep, and dreamt of a world she had never before imagined. Forgotten yet still memorable dreams of women, girls, females, of all colors and descriptions, bringing her excitement, pleasure, total satisfaction that she had never thought possible. And of her bringing them ecstasy in equal measure. When she awoke, groggy, she looked down to see that she had on another girl's panties, concrete evidence that the events of the previous evening had really occurred. She moved to slip them off, her thumbs inserting inside the waistband, and sliding them over her full, round ass and hips, slowly overcoming the tight fit, then quickly down her thighs to catch on her ankles. Pulling the limp lavender cotton panties off her foot, she brought the balled up fabric to her nose, sniffing the fragrance of two women. Embarrassed at first, she gave in to the pleasure, shame fading as her right hand made itself familiarly comfortable between her legs, thumb lightly stroking small, pink pearl, index finger invading her wet slit, then opened her mind to the memories of the previous evening. Rubbing the girl's damp cotton panties over her clit brought Kathy to a dozen orgasms, leaving her breathless, flushed....and quite confused. * * * * "Yeah...with a girl?" Linda grinned. "I have NO idea what happened. Maybe I was drugged?" Kathy looked distressed, the doughnut half-eaten as she finished the synopsis of her previous evening, an early morning confession to her partner. Linda turned down the volume on their police radio, green maple leaves dappling the car with shade, the park otherwise deserted. "Or maybe you just did something you've been dying to do for years. It's obviously a deeply emotional thing for you -- that's the first doughnut I've ever seen you eat." Linda reached over to brush away a small crumb from her partner's lip. Her finger lingered a millisecond longer than absolutely necessary. Kathy didn't object to the intimate gestured, actually desiring more. She could smell Linda's finger. It smelled...feminine. Kathy felt soft stirrings in that same area as the night before. "Look, it's not 2010, you know -- people do recognize their inner desires now," Linda reasoned. "Yeah, yeah, I get that," Kathy argued. "But I've never, ever thought of a girl sexually before -- and I'm naked, um...fucking, in bed with one? C'mon, that's just...I don't know -- weird?" "Maybe. Or maybe something that shouldn't be suppressed anymore. Men have been keeping women under their thumbs for centuries -- I mean, genital mutilation of young girls, for god's sake. It's time that stopped, and it looks as though only women will stop it." Linda was momentarily angry, then caught herself. "It really is wrong, don't you think?" "Linda, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about something political," Kathy said, finishing the doughnut. She looked at her partner with affection. "It's kind of ...neat...and sexy." To both women's surprise, Linda leaned over the bench seat and brought her lips to Kathy's, her pink tongue delicately searching for small crumbs of doughnut in her partner's mouth, their soft kiss suddenly turning into a passionate torrent of mutual need. "Mmmm," Kathy said after a few seconds. "I should tell you to stop, but right now I feel a fucking furnace in my, you know..." "Your pussy?" Linda filled in. "Your aching, dripping, so in need of fucking pussy? The pussy that's so ready for another woman's tongue that it's really more of a deliciously hot and wet cunt?" Her smile was reminiscent of a well-fed cat's expression. Kathy's eyes nearly crossed from lust. "Oh fuck, I never imagined this...with you. And sure as hell not here." "Yeah, this is not really a good place for me to eat out your little hole, maybe lick your hot ass hole too -- would you like that, honey?" She grinned more at Kathy's small, nervous nod, and the way she squirmed in her seat. "There's a restroom in the park. Let's take over the ladies room. I doubt that there's anyone there this time of year. And if there is anyone, we can tell them we're doing an investigation -- I intend to investigate how delicious your titties will feel in my mouth." Kathy had the door of the patrol car open as Linda finished her lewd description. It's pretty likely that the Kathy of a month before wouldn't have been in this situation, but then that Kathy didn't have a mass of molten jello between her legs, either. The two female police officers strode over to the restroom. Curiously, the male side had been a notorious gay hangout, but several months of police stings had put too much excitement into the lives of married men trying to get sex on the down low. As a result, almost no one came to use the building anymore. The two entered the cool concrete building. "Kind of sketchy," Kathy remarked, her voice echoing off the walls. "Sure," Linda agreed, "But I just want to get off. I'm so fucking hot for you I can't stand it!" Linda suggested that each kneel before the other in turn, and use her mouth to make her partner cum. "I've never actually done that," Kathy admitted. "Using my mouth on another girl," I mean. "You'll pick it up fast enough," Linda assured her. "I'll go first and show you." With Linda kneeling on the cool tile floor, Kathy leaned back, her shoulders pressed against the wall, her hips thrust forward. Linda undid Kathy's belt, her pants quickly dropping from the weight of her utility belt, the sharply creased khaki uniform slacks falling around her feet. Her lower body was clad only in white cotton panties, with a huge wet spot at the slit of her pussy. "Somebody's happy to see me," Linda teased. "Hurry up, it's cold in here," Kathy whined. "Shut up, bitch, you'll be plenty hot in a few minutes." Without further ado, Linda dragged Kathy's panties off her hips, and watched as they dropped down her slim thighs to lie atop the khaki mound. "I can't move my legs apart," Kathy whined some more. Linda didn't say anything, but placed her hands on the front of Kathy's rounded hips, bringing her thumbs to her partner's bright pink labia, and her small, fiery red bush above it. "Let's see what you've got in there," Linda cooed. Her thumbs gently parted Kathy's plumping labia, her soft flesh hot and swelling with her excitement. Her interior was a deep pink, and gleaming as her feminine moisture visibly formed and dripped to channel near her perineum, running down her thigh. Her clitoris was a small, pink pearl, nearly invisible, but deepening in color and swelling larger before Linda's avid and excited eyes. She smiled happily at such obvious evidence of her partner's excitement and willingness to be fucked. "Mmmm, smells SO good, sweet and hot and moist, a little peachy perfume from your little peach. Let me taste it..." Running her tongue roughly and crudely between Kathy's sensitive lips, Kathy came immediately, her nectar already running like a faucet that just couldn't be turned off. "God, good," Linda moaned, as she buried her face deeper in her partners hot crotch. Kathy had her hands firmly on Linda's blonde hair, forcing her face in harder, Kathy also thrusting with her hips. Linda was lewdly kissing the mouth-like pussy, tongue fucking the creamy cavern for all she was worth. Kathy cried out as she came, once, twice, three times. "God...fuck," she moaned, over and over, syllables expressed with the sole intent of punctuating her orgasms, nothing more. "God...fuck, god...fuck, godfuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" she nearly screamed in pleasure, ecstasy suffusing throughout her being, nearly causing her to collapse, forcing Linda to momentarily slam her back against the tiled wall with one hand while holding her up. Kathy recovered enough to support herself, and Linda brought her hand between Kathy's thighs, her index finger trailing from the bottom of Kathy's sweetly dripping pussy, along the center of her perineum, the smooth trail between cunt and anus. Her cream-covered finger quickly centered on Kathy's tight brown anal opening, and slid inside her there, an unexpected new source of pleasure for the cute young cop. "Oh...fuck, yeah...fuck my ass, lick my cunt," Kathy crooned, as she rode a wave of delight, her mind floating on a Sapphic journey to paradise. Her body slowly relaxed, her quota of orgasms filled for at least the next few minutes, and she grew eager to bring similar pleasure to Linda. "Me...I want to do you now," Kathy gasped, as Linda continued lapping at her oozing hole, and her finger filled the younger cop's tight ass hole. She felt Linda reluctantly pull away from her excited and spasming holes, and the older cop got to her feet. Bringing her face to Kathy's, the two kissed, lips pressing together hotly, tongue caressing tongue, then inside each other's mouth, tasting and swallowing the other's saliva, intimate communication. "Mmm," Kathy hummed, then pulled away, and turned Linda around, then pushed her backside against the wall that she had just used as support herself, slowly falling to her knees. The air was cool on her inflamed and wet pussy, now sadly no longer enjoying the ministrations of her erstwhile lover. Still, the reverberations of Kathy's previous multiple orgasms still coursed through her being, traces of sexual electricity occasionally firing along her weary synapses. Kathy attended to her partner's uniform pants, unbuckling her utility belt and the leather belt of her pants, unbuttoning the stiff, khaki-colored cotton polyester blend, then unzipping and separating the waistband, the fabric slipping down Linda's thighs to bunch awkwardly around her knees. Kathy forced the pants down further, and inspected Linda's panties. Floral patterned cotton, small pink flowers with pastel green leaves, a delightful visual smorgasbord, but hardly as attractive as what lay behind the thin fabric. The panties bulged out directly above the center of Linda's crotch. As Kathy slowly pulled Linda's panties down, her pubic bush, cut into a 'landing strip' vertically pointed to the woman's own excited vagina and clitoris. Perhaps anticipating Kathy's question, Linda muttered, "Jim wanted me to get it trimmed...do you like it?" "Oh, yeah, that's sweet, it points right to where I want to be...inside you," Kathy moaned. Linda groaned, and thrust her hips forward, as Kathy pulled the panties completely off Linda's hips, the fabric moist and fragrant with Linda's fruit and sugar scented emissions. Kathy aped Linda's actions in bringing her previously to the peaks of pleasure, licking along Linda's hot labia, lapping occasionally inside her stewpot of cum, then fastening her soft lips over Linda's quivering clitoris, Linda shrieking in an agony of pleasure, their two bodies joined at one single point, mouth to genital, electricity uniting them. Kathy came too, her clit untouched, the simple fact of bringing Linda to orgasm causing her own orgasm. The two were locked in galvanic rigidity, a feedback loop of pleasure causing more pleasure, until basic weariness caused Kathy to fall back, gasping, squatting on her haunches, unfocused gaze on her partner's fiery red crotch, angry-looking purple slit, swollen pale pink pearl of pleasure capping it. "God...god," Kathy gasped. "Your ass...I want to eat you there..." Kathy moaned. Swiftly, Linda responded, groaning at the thought of a beautiful, younger woman desiring to eat her forbidden rear hole, and the entirely new stimulation that it would bring her. She shuffled around, her plump ass presented to Kathy's delighted eyes. The auburn-haired cop put her fingers on each of Linda's ass cheeks, her flesh soft and warm, her dark, feminine fragrance a new intoxicant for Kathy. She found herself drooling, and as she separated the woman's round cheeks to reveal her brown cleft, brought her mouth to the blonde's tight, puckered hole, her wet tongue thrusting saliva inside her. Kathy could feel Linda's hole flutter at the touch of her rough tongue, then consciously relax as Linda allowed her new lover inside. Linda brought her hand down between her legs to frig her erect clit while Kathy's tongue fucked her ass. "God! Fuck my ass hole, you sweet little cunt! Lick my dirty hole with your fucking slutty tongue, eat my hole, kiss my ass bitch!" Linda's body shook with numerous orgasms. Kathy, too, experienced several orgasms, though hardly the number or intensity of Linda's, but the extreme perversion of finding herself willingly lick another female's ass hole was certainly enough to send her over the edge several times. The two slowed in their enthusiastic fucking after many minutes, soft tingles of pleasure suffusing their clits, and radiating through their beings, as though supercharged with erotic pleasure. "I came so much, with my face in your ass," Kathy giggled, giving Linda's moist ass cheeks loving kisses. "Yeah," Linda replied, tired but happy. The two stayed as they were for only a minute, though it seemed like hours. Finally, Kathy rose to her feet, and the two women kissed again, tenderly, sealing the reality of their impromptu sapphic lovemaking. Without a trace of embarrassment, they dressed, straightening out their gear, and left the restroom. A young mother pushing a stroller, standing outside the public restroom, eyed them as they exited. The two cops glanced at her as they walked away, her eyes on them for a long time. "Do you think she knows what we were doing?" Kathy asked. "Probably," Linda replied. "And she probably wanted to join in. I'll bet her hot titties were leaking at the thought of us doing her. Mmm, hot milk from her fat breasts, nipples dripping, me biting those hot little nubs..." "Jesus!" Kathy said. "Listen to yourself." "What?" Linda replied insouciantly." "We're talking about fucking some woman. Heck, we just finished fucking each other in a public restroom. You don't think that's unusual?" Finally, Linda looked abashed. "Well..." she began. "What?" Kathy asked, irritated. "That wasn't exactly my first lesbian experience," Linda confessed. "Umm...Allison and I have been, umm, intimate..." "Your sister?" Kathy responded, boggling at the thought of two sisters fucking...or whatever they had done. Perhaps it was just a little kissing... That thought went away quickly. "One night she came to our bed, and slid in next to me, naked. At first I was going to object -- it seemed like something I was supposed to say, but excitement overcame any sense that it was wrong..." "Where was Jim during this?" Kathy asked, confounded. "It seemed so dreamlike -- he was asleep on the other side. I thought for sure he'd wake up and start yelling...but he didn't." "That seems strange," Kathy said. "Of course, the whole thing was so strange," Linda replied. "Maybe the thought that it might be a dream gave me a little freedom to go along, you know?" "And so, then what?" Kathy asked, more excited than curious. "Oh god, what didn't we do! Lots of kissing, caressing, we licked each other's pussies, and she showed me something she said was 'scissoring', um, you put your pussies together and-" "Yeah, um, I've heard of that," Kathy responded, her face reddening. "Anyway, it went on for maybe half an hour, and dozens of orgasms -- for each of us -- and Jim never woke up, Allison went back to her room, and well, she and I look at each other a little differently now over dinner." "And Jim?" Kathy asked. "I dunno," Linda replied, now looking bored. "Who cares? Besides, he's started complaining that he 'doesn't feel well', fucking complainer." She looked disgusted. "Let him jerk off in the bathroom, I'm tired of his bullshit. And his fucking hypochondria...ass hole." Kathy looked startled. It was way more believable that Linda would indulge in lesbian play than that she would say anything unkind about her husband of eight years. Heck, Kathy thought, I could see her being a leftover undercover agent for the Soviet Union, recruited at the age of two, before I could picture her badmouthing him. Daughters - Melissa Ch. 01 "Is there anything between you two you want to mention?" Kathy asked cautiously, but Linda just shrugged. "Sometimes you just have to move on in life," she responded, cryptically. Kathy was surprised at Linda's tone, even more so than at her story. Linda and Jim had always been happily married, as far as she knew. The two finished their shift, and Kathy drove back to her apartment. She went through her usual routine, undressing and putting away her uniform and gear, but instead of putting on something casual, she pulled back the bedspread, and lay naked on the cool, cotton sheets. "What is happening to me?" she thought. "I never, ever had a lesbian experience -- I don't think -- maybe in camp or something and I forgot, or suppressed it..." She relaxed her muscles as she'd been taught in a yoga class, her body unwinding, her mind following. No memories of abuse by an older female, no recollections of 'experimentation' with female classmates...nothing. She drifted off to something between a doze and a nap, video of her experiences with Samantha and Linda replaying in her head. Both experiences had been marvelous, the most exciting and fulfilling sex that she'd ever had, but neither had seemed to grow from her relationships with the women. Rather, it had seemed as though someone had shot her with a zombie lesbo sex ray, to force her into doing something she wouldn't have ordinarily done. "I liked it, though," she mused. "I wouldn't mind it happening again." Her fingers traced over her body...lightly...caressingly. "Can I make me cum?" she thought. "That's silly, I've never had any trouble with that. Just think of a hunky guy...holding me...loving me..." She drifted deeper into a more steady sleep. She heard a knock at the door, and before she could do anything, heard Steve's deep voice. "Hey, Kath...you here?" Looking down, Kathy saw that, inexplicably, she was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, in a man's cut. "I don't have pajamas like these," she thought, but Steve entered and sat at the end of the bed. "Hey," he said, amicably. "Hey," she responded, not wanting a scene, but also wondering just why in the hell her ex-boyfriend was in her apartment. "Bet you're wondering why I'm here," he said, with a smirk. "Yeah, the thought had occurred to me," she said. "Your subconscious just wanted to make sure you noticed that something's going on," he said, his smile fading. "My subconscious?" she asked. "If I say it...where you are right now...it will change, you'll wake up. You need to get the message, or you're going to die." She looked at him confused. "What will change?" she asked. "Never mind," he said dismissively, a trait of his that constantly annoyed her. "Just listen. You are on to something. It is making you, and others become...something else. You don't know what it is, and as the voice of your subconscious, I can tell you that we don't know what it is either, but we know it's bad...very bad. Be careful, and find it or we're all going to die." Kathy had an annoying trait of her own, dramatically closing her eyes and pursing her lips momentarily, when she wanted to make some emphatic point. It had always annoyed Steve, but that didn't matter because he wasn't really in her apartment anyway. But when she wound up the eye-closing and lip thing, then threw her pitch with her eyes open... "Steve, what the hell-" she began, but her voice trailed off when she saw that she was alone. "Fuck," she muttered. "That was so real." Her body relaxed as she realized she had tensed up like a watch spring during her imaginary conversation. As she considered what it might have been about, she idly stroked her naked body, weird flannel pajamas now gone, her body hidden under the cool, white cotton sheet she had reflexively flung over herself. "'Something going on', my subconscious said," Kathy mused. Her fingers stroked down her stomach, from just below her breasts to the top of her small pubic bush, the sensation a soft pleasure suffusing her body -- sensual rather than sexual. "Obviously I'm changing," she thought. "Having wild sex with two different women, that's something new, to say the least!" "Don't get sidetracked, though...Steve -- my subconscious -- said 'we all could die', what the fuck is THAT about? Obviously I've seen something, something I'm not consciously getting, that scares me..." She contemplated that view, filtering the events of the last week or so from the perspective of imminent danger, her hand skylarking on its own, free to follow its own agenda. Her fingers eased through her fiery bush, her clitoris tensing with anticipation as it sensed the approach of its familiar pleasure givers, her fingers. Her touch there was practiced and knowing, her index finger stroking just below the soft fleshy folds on either side of her small, pink button, the warm hood covering her feminine sexual center. It responded, tightening, causing the moist clitoris inside to stiffen slightly and increase in temperature, as blood flow was directed toward it. Kathy's hips slid down the mattress a few inches, canting her vulva to a more accessible position, her finger and thumb pressing in closer to her clitoris, then her index finger bypassing the pearl and dipping between her labia below it, as her thumb stroked over the more swiftly retracting clitoral sheath. "Unnh," she muttered, as faint, but significant tendrils of pleasure radiated from her clitoris to course through her hips, then fade out. "Hi, baby," Samantha said, as she eased onto the bed between Kathy's legs, the redhead's legs pulling up, exposing her damp pussy even more. "What-" Kathy began. "Shhh," Samantha said, her index finger to her lips...then, stroking up and down Kathy's labia. "You're so wet....just enjoy yourself, relax." "Ohh," Kathy responded, sexual response taking over. "That feels so nice," she said, shyly, her eyes hooding as she sank deeper into animal feeling. "So nice...fucking your hot cunt," Samantha moaned, her eyes avidly fixed on Kathy's vagina and clit. "No man here to get in the way...womanly love, our bodies touching and dancing together, as it should be." Kathy nodded. "Oh god, yes, I want you on me...and in me, caressing and touching, being with me, so good..." "Yes, baby, all women together like us, loving together, no men left to get in the way, just soft, warm, moist feminine flesh under our fingers, against our lips and tongues, folds on folds, pressing, grinding, cumming..." As Samantha's finger entered Kathy's wetness, her thumb rhythmically stroking Kathy's excited clitoris, Kathy came, softly crying out as pleasure washed over her in a wave, washing away Samantha's words, but leaving the detritus of remembered ecstasy behind. Kathy slipped into sleep, completely relaxed and content, Samantha's image gone back to its place in memory, having served her purpose in the pursuit of selfish pleasure.