0 comments/ 30573 views/ 3 favorites Dreams of Paula Ch. 1 By: Original Playgirl She lay naked on the bed, her body glistening with the aromatic oils that had been gently rubbed into her skin. Her arms were stretched above her head, held firmly but gently by something or someone. Her legs were spread wide and the ankles were securely fastened to the posts at the bottom of the bed, her hips were raised on pillows so that her cunt and arse were lewdly exposed. The room was dark with pools of light cast by sweet smelling candles and there was the faint sound of music coming from nearby. As she lay there, her senses heightened and she felt, rather than saw, the figure of a woman standing at the foot of the bed. She strained her yes against the gloom and could just make out that this stranger was also naked, also gleaming with oil and that protruding from her groin area was a large, penis shaped dildo. The figure moved closer, climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between the captive's thighs. Her long blonde hair cascaded down, concealing her face and she moved closer, ever closer, until the tip of the dildo was just touching the sensitive skin area between cunt and thigh. The prisoner tried to thrust her hips up to meet the hard rod, desperate to take its length deep in her aching cunt, needing the feeling of the woman's body, wanting to be fucked hard but she couldn't move. She called out, begging the stranger to take her, to give her release and suddenly... Carole woke with a start, perspiration soaking her silk night-dress. "Damn!" she muttered to herself. "Damn and bloody double damn!" It was the same dream, the one she'd had night after night for the last three weeks. It always ended at exactly the same point, leaving Carole aroused and unsatisfied, having to masturbate to find some sort of relief. "What the hell is going on?" she thought, as she stumbled to the shower. "Am I going mad or what?" As the warm water flowed down across her body she began to take stock of her life and what might be causing these strange fantasies, these erotic dreams. Carole was the first to admit that she'd never make a centrefold but her body wasn't that unattractive. She was 5 feet 7 inches tall, with shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. Working out at the gym had kept her body firm and in good shape for a 36-year-old. Her cunt hair was trimmed neatly into a triangle and she thought, as she stroked her firm tits, as yet unaffected by gravity, that her nipples were really quite impressive, dark red and jutting out in her aroused state a full inch. Facially she considered herself rather ordinary, with a slightly too large nose that she'd always promised herself to have seen to, a full, generous mouth, with an attractive smile and almond shaped eyes with dark, long lashes. She was, career-wise, successful, working as she did as a Nursing Officer in a large general hospital but her love life, or, rather, her sex life, was at present non-existent, following the break up of her last relationship. "Paula, oh Paula," she murmured to herself. "Why did you leave me? Why? I thought we were so happy, that you were happy with me. Why did you do that to me?" Carole's mind drifted back to the time she and Paula had first met. It was at a conference on intensive care and they had both arrived at the bar of the hotel where the conference was taking place desperate for a drink after escaping from a boring lecture given by a specialist whose voice droned on and on in a sleep-inducing monotone. "A large gin and tonic please!" Their voices in unison they laughed and invited the other to go first. When served they sat and chatted, comparing careers, exploring mutual friends and colleagues and generally getting to know each other. Carole was entranced by Paula's beauty, her wit, her sparkling blue eyes, her slim, attractive figure, her silky blonde hair, in fact, everything about her. She was excited by her, sexually excited, and wondered if she was, like Carole, lesbian. The gin was starting to make Carole feel light-headed because she'd eaten very little that day so she suggested a meal. Paula agreed and they made their way to the restaurant of the hotel. As they neared the door Paula stumbled and Carole put out a hand to steady her. As she did her fingers brushed against Paula's breast and a sudden, hot tingle rushed through Carole's cunt. "Sorry," she blushed. "Don't worry, hun," Paula replied, with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes. "It felt good!" Carole gazed at her companion. "Yes," Paula said, reading her mind. "Yes. I am gay. And, yes. I do fancy you." With that, she reached out and stroked Carole's arm. If it had not been so public Carole would have grabbed her and kissed her right there and then. Instead she just smiled and took Paula's hand and they walked into dinner. The meal passed in a daze, with both girls telling each other all about themselves, how they had reached their present positions, how they had discovered their sexuality and as the time passed it became clear that they had so much in common. Throughout the meal they touched. Light, stroking touches, on the arms, the thighs, the face, each touch burning, tingling, causing waves of lust to course through Carole's veins, making her cunt wet, her nipples stiffening under her dress. The air was filled with that special tension, that feeling that soon, very soon, they would be making love. By the time dessert was served they freely admitted that they were both feeling very hot for each other. "Your place or mine?" Paula joked. "Yours," Carole whispered, her voice husky with emotion. As the lift doors closed they fell into each others arms, their mouths hungrily devouring the other, tongues lashing, hands groping, legs entwined, bodies rubbing. They stumbled along the corridor, still locked in an embrace. Luckily they met no one, although by now they were past caring about other peoples feelings. They were totally absorbed in their own passion. Paula kicked the door of her room closed behind them and pushed Carole against the wall, her hands ripping at her clothes. Her dress fell to the floor and Paula dropped to her knees, her mouth planted on Carole's cunt over her panties. Carole humped her hips against Paula's face, grinding her sopping wet cunt hard into her face while gripping her head firmly, her fingers entwined in her long hair. She felt the first wave of orgasm sweep over her and she came, screaming and writhing. Her knees buckled and she slid down to meet Paula, their mouths meeting, Carole tasting her own juice on her companion's face. After a moment or two they stood and made their way into the bedroom. "Lie on the bed, my love," Paula whispered. Carole lay back on the soft bed, wearing only her bra and panties and watched, enthralled, as Paula slowly and seductively began to undress in front of her. First she removed her dress, slowly unzipping it and slipping it off one shoulder at a time, sliding it down over her hips and dropping it to the floor. She stood there, wearing a transparent black bra and matching panties. Her nipples showed clearly, upright, red, swollen with lust and Carole could see that her cunt was completely shaven with the lips swollen and protruding slightly round the edges of the tiny undergarment. Paula stroked her tits, pinching the nipples and squeezing them together and, as she watched, Carole stroked her own cunt inside her panties, her fingers sliding along the wet labia and tickling the engorged clit. Paula unhooked her bra and let her tits swing free. Carole gasped. They were lovely, firm, capped with rose-red nipples that stood proud and hard, inviting a mouth to suck and lick at them. Then she moved her hands to her cunt. She slid the panties down and fingered herself gently, inserting one finger deep into her cunt. She pulled it out and Carole could see that it was glistening with her juice. She raised it to her lips and licked it sensually, like a child licking an ice cream. It was such an erotic sight that Carole nearly came again but she stopped touching herself, determined to make it last and to come this time with her new lover. "Come to me, Paula my love. Come to me." Paula lay down next to Carole and they kissed softly. As the kisses became more demanding they explored each other's body. Carole felt Paula's fingers undoing her bra and pulling at her panties and she squirmed free of the garments and, at last, they were naked together. They writhed against each other, seeking to feel every inch of the other's body, their tits pressed tight together, the nipples rubbing, Carole's rough cunt hair rubbing against Paula's smoothness, legs entwined, mouths locked in a passionate embrace, moaning, totally lost in an animal coupling that owed less to love than to sheer lust for each other. Carole pushed herself on top of Paula and began to kiss her face and body, sliding her tongue across her tits, licking the engorged nipples, biting gently. Paula moaned and pushed herself up to meet Carole's mouth, pushing her tit deep into her mouth, gripping her head, forcing Carole to bite and suck. She screamed and begged Carole for more. "Bite me! Hard! Harder! Hurt me! Ohhhhhhhh!" Carole bit down hard on Paula's nipple and felt her lover buck under her as she let out a low, animal moan. She moved further down, biting all the way with Paula grabbing her head and almost pushing it down to her cunt. She was making low, growling sounds, deep in her throat and as Carole's mouth reached the outer lips of her cunt she came with a rush, yelling out Carole's name. Carole continued to suck her and bite at Paula's cunt and as she did she pushed two fingers roughly into her and finger fucked her as she sucked and bit at Paula's cunt and clit. Wave after wave of orgasm swept through Paula and she climaxed in Carole's mouth, her juices flooding her, covering her face in a sticky sheen. Carole felt her own tide rising and she reached for own clit and rubbed in, coming hard, screaming Paula's name against her cunt. Carole crawled up Paula's body leaving a trail of sticky fluid as she did, they kissed softly and, curled in each other's arms, they slept, satiated for the moment, knowing that they had only scratched the surface of their passion, knowing that tomorrow they would begin their voyage of discovery. Dreams of Paula Ch. 2 Carole smiled, despite her sadness, as she recalled that first night of love. She lay back on her bed slowly stroking herself as she recalled what had happened the following morning. Lying propped on one elbow, Carole gazed down at Paula as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so serene, that one would never have guessed at the passion that lay beneath the surface. She stirred slightly and as she did the sheet fell away to reveal one breast. Carole wondered at the beauty of it, firm, creamy white, capped with a dark red nipple surrounded by the puckered flesh of the aureole. Almost mesmerised Carole lowered her head and licked round the nipple, feeling it stiffen against her tongue as she did. Paula opened her eyes, smiled and murmured, "Oh my! What a wonderful wake up call." Paula's fingers entwined themselves in Carole's hair and she pulled her head up and kissed her softly on the mouth, her tongue tracing patterns along Carole's mouth. She reached down and stroked Carole's cunt, sliding the middle finger deep into her wetness, the thumb pressing against the clit and her forefinger tickling the tight entrance of her arse. Carole moaned against Paula's mouth and ground her cunt hard against her fingers. She reciprocated the touch, imitating Paula's fingers with her own and they writhed against each other as they finger fucked each other to a quick, powerful orgasm. As the sensations calmed they lay in each other's arms, whispering of their love, their desire, their happiness in the mutual discovery. "Come on, love," Carole finally said. "We've got a busy day." They rose, showered together, again touching and kissing, again mutually masturbating each other. It seemed that they could not get enough of the feel of the other's body, could not satisfy the wanting, the passion, that they felt for each other. As they were dressing Carole discovered her ripped dress. "I can't wear this!" she laughed. "You'll have to go to my room and bring me another. And while you're at it, you better bring some clean undies!" "Why bother? I dare you to go without!" Carole found the thought very exciting and accepted the dare. Paula fetched the dress and Carole slipped it on over her naked body. It felt good against her skin and she loved the way it rubbed against her nipples, making them tingle. She felt vulnerable, exposed, sexy. Paula smiled. "You look so fucking sexy like that!" "I feel it!" They had both signed up for different seminars that day and they agreed to meet later in the afternoon and exchange information on the topics covered. With one last, longing kiss they parted and went their separate ways. Carole found it hard to concentrate during the discussions, conscious as she was of her nakedness beneath her dress. Each time she moved she felt the fabric of her dress rub against her sensitive nipples and she knew that they were hard, probably visible, as they pushed against the material. She caught several of the delegates, both men and women, looking at her, eyeing her up, obviously turned on by the view they had of her nipples and she daringly flashed her thighs as she crossed her legs, wondering just how much she was revealing. She felt so excited by the experience that she felt her cunt start to ooze, the fluid dribbling down the crack of her cheeks into her arse and it was all she could do to restrain herself from touching, rubbing, fingering the hot wetness. She longed for the time when she could be with Paula again, to feel her tongue lashing along the lips of her cunt, drinking her, sucking at her hard, throbbing clit, making her come over and over. A low moan escaped and the girl next to her asked, "Are you OK, hun?" Carole blushed furiously and stammered out a reply. The girl was small, dark, almost Oriental looking and she smiled reassuringly at Carole. The seats in the hall were small and very close together and Carole could feel the girl's leg against hers, could feel the heat of her, smelt her heady perfume and again she moaned softly and pressed closer. The girl slid her small, soft hand against Carole's thigh and smiled again, running her pink tongue suggestively over her lips as she did. She felt the hand slowly inch the dress higher and higher until the fingers were brushing naked flesh. Without a word the girl slid her hand under the hem and up onto the top of Carole's thigh searching for her mound. Delicately, softly, secretly the fingers found her slit, wet with her juice, stroked the lips, tickled the clit and dipped gently into the depths of her cunt. Carole could hardly believe this was happening! Here she was, sitting in a crowded hall being felt up by a girl she didn't know, had never met and would probably never meet again! She couldn't stand it any more, stood suddenly and left the hall, heading for the safety of the toilets. Once inside she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself, trying to resist the urge to enter a cubicle and masturbate until she orgasmed her tension away. She stood in front of the mirror breathing slowly, gradually coming down from the height of passion she had just reached, when the door swung open and there stood the young girl who had caused the whole thing! She moved quickly to stand close behind Carole and, again without speaking, reached down and swiftly raised the dress over Carole's waist, pushing her hips against her bare arse, pushing her against the coldness of the sink. Her fingers slid along the crack of Carole's arse and down under till they rested on the slit of her cunt. She pushed hard and Carole opened her legs wide and lowered herself onto the searching fingers. They slid deep inside, first one, then another, finally a third and she was being fucked by a total stranger. Harder and faster they pushed, twirling inside her, scratching at the lining of her aching cunt, driving her higher and higher, the girl's voice buzzing in her ear as she cursed and swore at Carole, calling her a filthy slut, a perverted whore, all the while grinding herself against her arse until, with a primal scream, Carole released into the most intense orgasm that she had experienced for ever, juice flooding out of her, soaking the girl's fingers and hand and she, herself, also climaxed with the thrill of it. One final, deep thrust of her fingers and the girl released Carole who slumped forward, barely conscious, breathing raggedly. Still with not a word being spoken the girl fell to her knees and licked the stickiness from Carole's thighs, from her arse cheeks, from her cunt, cleaning her like a cat cleans its young. Small, trembling, secondary explosions racked Carole's body until she became aware that the girl had stood and, still in silence, had turned and left. It took several minutes before Carole regained any sort of composure and was able to repair the damage to her make-up. She left the toilets and returned to the hall but was unable to see the girl anywhere. She suddenly felt so very guilty about what had happened and wondered whether she should confess it to Paula. She agonised for the rest of the day and finally decided that she should. She had the feeling that Paula would understand, would even be excited by the telling of it. She knew that this evening's lovemaking would reach even higher plains of sensuality and that this was only the beginning of many such sessions. Dreams of Paula Ch. 3 The coming evening was the last of the conference and Carole was determined to make it memorable. There was to be a formal dinner followed by a dance and she wanted the night to end with her and Paula together in each other's arms, making love, determining their future together. She had bought a dress especially for the occasion. It was long, black silk, with a high polo neck and no sleeves, slit to the thigh and it clung to Carole's body like a second skin. She wore no bra and the tiniest thong she possessed. Because the dress was so tight she could not wear a suspender belt so her sheer black stockings were hold ups. She piled her hair high on her head and ornamented it with a string of small flowers. Her make-up was restrained, her nails, both toe and finger, were painted a bright pillar box red and she completed the outfit with a pair of black sandals with a four inch heel. Gazing critically at herself in the mirror Carole felt sure that she looked as good as she could and that Paula would find her attractive. She met Paula in the bar and once again marveled at her beauty, wondered at her good fortune in meeting such a lovely woman. Paula was dressed in a cream silk suit with a short skirt that reached barely halfway down her lovely thighs and the jacket was fastened with one button midway between her breasts and her tummy, revealing her navel. The swell of her breasts was clearly visible and it was obvious that she had chosen a bra that pushed her breasts together and up. Her blonde hair was loose, shining, framing her face, which was made up to perfection with pink lipstick and darkly outlined eyes. Sheer stockings covered her long legs and her shoes were plain, cream, with high heels. It was all Carole could do to stop herself pulling Paula close and kissing her there and then. Over a couple of drinks they flirted, laughed, touched softly, made love with their eyes, talked of the future, of the past, of the inconsequential things that lovers talk about. All too soon it was time to go in to dinner. The seating arrangements were on a plan in the doorway and they found their table and joined the other six people there. All were women, of various ages, none as lovely as the two of them, except one. Carole was shocked to see that the Oriental girl was seated at their table. "Have you met Lim?" Carole heard Paula ask. Paula's eyes were twinkling and a wicked grin played over her mouth. Did she know? Carole's mind was reeling, the memory of that afternoon's occurrences making her body tingle, making her cunt twitch. Lim smiled sweetly, "We met in a seminar this afternoon," she said. "Lim and I are old friends," Paula said, giving the girl a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. They sat, Carole in between Lim and Paula and the dinner progressed with the three of them making polite conversation. There was a tension though, a palpable sense of impending drama. It seemed to Carole that the two girls were playing with her, teasing her, challenging her to confess, to explain what had happened. Finally, as they sat drinking their coffee and brandies, Paula leant over to Carole and whispered in her ear, "It's all right, my darling. I know what happened between you and Lim. It was my fault. I'll explain later." She stroked Carole's thigh, her hand inside the slit of her dress, brushing the thigh with soft, loving touches. Her lips were close to Carole's ear and she murmured, huskily, seductively, "I want you so much, my darling. I want to hear you tell me all about it. I want you to describe it to me as you take me, use me, love me." Carole felt Lim move closer, felt her hand on her other thigh, felt once again the touch of those soft fingers against her skin. The other table guests had left and the three of them sat, with Carole blatantly, openly allowing herself to be touched intimately by the two lovely girls. Her arms went round their shoulders and rested on their breasts, brushing the nipples over the clothing. It was the most erotic situation that she had ever experienced and she felt somehow sad when Lim said, "I have to go meet someone. You two need each other. Be happy, my loves." Paula and Carole kissed her goodbye and Carole turned to her lover. "Please tell me what's been happening," she begged. "Lim and I have been occasional lovers for some time," Paula began. "I've always had the fantasy of watching her make love to a woman as I watched, or having the woman do it and tell me all about it afterwards. It really turns me on thinking of you being taken like you were. I asked you wear no underwear deliberately and told Lim all about you, hoping that she could get close to you." As Paula explained her feelings Carole became more and more aroused, excited by the thought of being used in someone's fantasy, the thought of being observed in the act of lovemaking. "I need to hold you, Paula. Shall we dance?" "We might shock some people." "I don't care. I need to hold you close. I want people to know. I want them to see us making love on the dance floor." They moved to the ballroom and on to the floor. They melted into each other's arms and danced, faces touching, bodies touching, souls touching, oblivious to all around them, alone in their feelings, their love, their passion. Their lips met in a soft kiss, their tongues flickered in each other's mouths, their hands stroked, daringly, lovingly, sensually over the other's body. Lost in time they moved together, as one. Without speaking, telepathically almost, they moved towards the door, away from the crowd, out into the hallway, along the corridor and into the lift. Locked in an embrace they staggered to Carole's room, needing to be together totally. Slowly, gently, Carole undid the button of Paula's jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. She took both breasts in her hands, cupping them, feeling their weight, stroking the nipples into firmness with her thumbs. Paula sighed, her eyes closed, her lips apart and Carole lowered her head and kissed to top of the gorgeous globes, licking, kissing, nibbling the soft flesh. Her hands moved to the front fastening of the bra, unhooked it and removed it exposing the full loveliness of her breasts to her gaze. Her lips encircled one hard nipple and with a suddenness she bit down hard. Paula squealed, grabbed Carole's head and, arching her back, forced more of her tit into Carole's mouth. "Hard! Hard!" she groaned. "Bite me hard!" Carole's teeth pulled Paula's nipple, stretched it, bit it until it was swollen, red, hard. She moved her mouth to the other and repeated the treatment. Low, guttural sounds were coming from Paula's throat as she writhed under Carole's mouth, her fingers in Carole's hair, pulling it free, loose. They moved across the room and fell onto the bed, still with Carole's mouth firmly clamped on Paula's tit. Carole humped her hips against Paula and she responded, moaning, crying out, "Yes! Oh yes! Harder! Hurt me, hurt me, please!" Carole dug her nails into Paula's back, scratching, raising angry red weals as she continued to abuse her tits. She felt Paula buck and heard her scream as her orgasm struck. She came, crying out Carole's name, begging her never to stop. Again and again she came, lost in her own world, totally consumed by the passion she felt. As she finally collapsed Carole pulled away and stood before her. Quickly, impatiently, she stripped off her dress and her thong and stood in her shoes and stockings looking down at Paula lying before her, her skirt obscenely rucked up over her hips, her tits bare, red from the biting. Carole climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above Paula's head, her cunt only inches from her mouth. She lowered herself onto Paula's face, grinding her cunt hard down on her mouth, spreading her lips wide with her fingers. "Suck me, bitch! Suck my cunt, drink me, lick me, make me cum all over you!" As she moved on Paula's face she felt her tongue invade her, lapping up the juices flowing from her. She rubbed at her clit with her fingers and ground down onto Paula's face, fucking her face, drowning her partner in her wide, wet, warm cunt. She felt Paula's fingers on her arse and screamed as one slid in, fucking her with short, sharp strokes. She pulled at her nipples, humping up and down as she reached the point at which her orgasm flowed through her, shaking her soul, exploding in her head and leaving her trembling with the force of it. Falling forward her mouth found Paula's cunt and, pulling aside her panties, she sucked furiously at it as secondary orgasms rippled through her body causing tremors through her cunt. Paula came with a rush and they fell apart, lying head to toe on the bed, momentarily exhausted. Like a wounded animal Carole moved slowly round to face Paula, kissed her on the mouth, tasting her own smell, smelling her own taste. After a few minutes their breathing returned to normal, their brains started to function and they were able to talk. "I love you, Paula." A simple statement but one that summed up everything that Carole was feeling. A commitment made, a bargain struck, a step into the unknown. Paula returned the sentiment and in that moment they gave themselves each to the other. A kiss sealed the compact and they lay in each other's arms planning their future, a future that would end in sadness, recriminations and a future that would leave Carole hurt and dreaming of what might have been. Dreams of Paula Ch. 4 The weeks following the conference were the most exciting, and, at times, the most frustrating of Carole's life. She spoke to Paula almost every day on the telephone, they e-mailed each other constantly and even managed to meet twice for a weekend during which they continued their mutual discovery of each other's body. Their telephone sessions were the most erotic journeys through their fantasies that both had experienced and usually ended in a verbal masturbation as they described their feelings in the most explicit words and images that either could conjure. The weekends together were spent at Paula's house in Manchester and she introduced Carole to the gay scene there, delighting in flaunting her new lover in front of her old friends and past sexual partners. Carole had never been so open about her sexuality and she found that she loved it. She loved the feeling of being able to walk down the street with her arm round Paula's waist, loved kissing her in public, touching her in an obviously sexual way, being totally unashamed and proud of her lesbianism for the first time in her life. On the first occasion that she stayed with Paula she was taken to a gay club where Paula promised her that she would have the opportunity to explore any sexual fantasy that she had ever dreamed of, and more besides. The thought of what might happen frightened Carole somewhat but she went along with the idea because she was so in love with Paula and wanted to please her in every way. She was becoming aware that Paula was so much more experienced than she was and that she had been involved in sexual activities that Carole could only imagine in her wildest erotic dreams. The reality was to prove a turning point in their relationship, a time that would bind Carole even more closely to Paula. As they entered the club Carole's senses were almost overwhelmed by the sound of the music, by the heat, by the atmosphere of raw sexuality that permeated the air. The club itself consisted of a large central area where couples, both male and female, were dancing closely, entwined, writhing, almost making love there amongst the crowd. Around three sides of the room were darkened alcoves and, peering closely, Carole could see that they were occupied by couples and groups, many of which were obviously already consummating the love making started on the dance floor. A long bar occupied the fourth wall and Paula led Carole there, bought her a drink and asked, speaking close to her ear, "Well, darling? What do you think of my favourite club?" Carole could barely speak. Her mind was reeling, her body ached for Paula, and she wanted to be part of this frenetic sexual scene. Paula spoke again, her voice husky, seductive, "Come. Dance with me, my lover. Be with me." They moved to the floor, their arms encircled each other's waist and they moved together, bodies barely touching, lips close but not quite kissing, feeling the atmosphere surround them in one large glow of sex. As they moved sensually, provocatively, Carole felt a body pressing against her back, felt female hands on her hips, felt, rather than heard, the whisper of a familiar voice in her ear, "Carole, my darling. Remember me?" Turning her head Carole saw Lim's face close to hers, felt her lips brush hers and instinctively her tongue snaked out and entered licked along the girl's mouth. Turning back she saw Paula smile lovingly, licking her lips and mouthing the words yes, yes, yes, inviting Carole to carry on enjoying the feelings, telling her that this was what Paula wanted, desired. As she bent her head to kiss Paula she felt Lim's fingers pulling the hem of her dress up, revealing her legs, here thong clad cunt, wet with desire. She felt Lim moving against her arse, grinding her hips into her, felt her fingers explore the waistband of her thong, felt Paula's tongue in her mouth and gave herself up to the sensations that were racking her body. Around her the crowd was oblivious to the scene, intent only on their own passions, their own partners. Lim slid her fingers inside the thong, seeking out Carole's wetness and as she did Carole felt Paula stroking her tits, making the nipples extend, throb, become part of her aching cunt. She bent her knees, lowering herself onto Lim's fingers, desperate for them to enter her, needing the feeling of penetration, needing to be fucked, feeling the gathering of her orgasm as the three of them moved as one, locked in an embrace of lust, lost to the world, prisoners of their passion. As the first wave hit her Carole moaned into Paula's mouth, hanging on to her as her knees buckled with the intensity of the experience, almost fainting with the pleasure. The two girls half carried her to a vacant booth and they collapsed onto the bench with Carole between the two lovers. Paula murmured in her ear, her voice low, her mouth so close to Carole's ear that the words were echoing inside Carole's brain, "I want you to fuck Lim. I want to watch the two of you fucking. Lick her cunt, make her lick yours. I want to taste the cum on your face, see you, hear you. You are my slut tonight, my whore, my cunt-sucking whore. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me!" The sound of the words exploding in her mind, the feel of Lim's hands all over her as she lay back against Paula, made her cunt detonate into another massive orgasm, drenching her thighs with the copious flow of her juice. As she had done before Lim slid down to kneel in front of Carole, licking her clean. She pulled Lim's head tight into her cunt, humping up against her face, "Suck me!" she yelled. "Suck my cunt dry!" Furiously she ground her hips against Lim's face, her hands gripping her head, her legs hanging over the girls shoulders, Paula's fingers tweaking her nipples, pinching them, pulling them, stretching them to an unbearable length until, with a rush that shook her body with spasm after spasm she came again and again, finally passing out with the sheer intensity of the feeling. When she came to Lim had vanished into the crowd and she was alone with Paula, being held in her arms, being comforted, being kissed lovingly. "Oh, Carole, my dearest, darling lover. That was so exciting! I love watching you with another woman. Tell me you enjoy it too." "Yes, my love. I do. I do. I never thought I would but it is so exciting to know that you can see me doing it there in front of you." Paula confessed, "I came as you were doing it. I really did. Would you do it again? At home? Where I can really enjoy it and take a fuller part?" "Darling. My own darling. If that's what you want, then my answer is yes. Yes, yes and once again, YES!" Paula found Lim and the three of them left the club and made their way to Paula's house. This time Carole was more prepared mentally and she was determined to give Paula a show that she would remember. When they arrived she took control of the situation and told Paula to sit in an armchair in the lounge. She put on some soft music and took Lim in her arms and started to dance with her, slowly, provocatively, sensually, her hands running over the girl's body, touching her tits, her arse, titillating her and occasionally glancing at Paula to make sure she was watching and enjoying the spectacle. She slowly undressed the Chinese girl, stripping her naked, revealing her soft body with it's small tits and shaved cunt. Then she pushed to the floor in front of Paula, pulling open her legs so that her lover could gaze at the pink lips of Lim's wet cunt. Paula was touching herself, slowly stroking her own tits, pulling at her nipples, making them stand out through the thin material of her dress. Carole moved behind her and pulled the dress down so that her full tits, capped with the dark red, engorged nipples, were fully exposed. Moving back to Lim, still lying on the floor, she quickly shed all her own clothes and stood above her head, stroking her tits, pushing a finger into her own cunt, raising it to her lips and sucking off her own juice. Kneeling astride Lim, with her cunt inches from her mouth, she took Lim's hand and guided it down her body until it was on the bare lips, touching the outer labia. "Stroke it, Lim. Touch your own cunt. Finger yourself as Paula watches you." Moaning softly Lim did as she was bid and at the very moment that her finger entered her own cunt Carole lowered herself down onto her face, rubbing her wet cunt against her face. She fucked the girl's face as she pulled and pinched her own nipples, feeling Lim's tongue on her clit, watching Paula masturbate in front of her, grinding and humping until she came on Lim's face, smearing her with a film of sticky, glistening juice. As she exploded she saw Paula suddenly buck and scream as she came with her, yelling obscenities, demanding more, begging for more. Turning, Carole lowered her face to Lim's cunt, licking and slurping at it's wetness, sucking it loudly with her arse in the air, waving it grotesquely in front of Paula, enjoying the feeling of playing the whore, sucking, tonguing, licking until Lim screamed out that she was coming as she writhed under Carole, coming all over her face. "Lick my arse, Paula. Lick me as I suck. Finger me. Fuck me with your fingers!" She felt Paula's mouth on her, felt her tongue invade her arsehole, felt her fingers playing with her clit and the three of them came together in one writhing, squirming heap, one body, one mind, one voice calling out in the throes of lust and love. And then there was only the sound of panting, soft sobbing, moaning, sighing as they fell to the floor, wrapped together in a seamless whole, holding, crying, laughing, murmuring soft words of love. It was early in the morning when Lim left them alone, together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms and they decided that Carole had to move in permanently. A few weeks later she had and they began their life as a couple, a life that Carole thought would never end, until the night she returned unexpectedly and found her lover, her life, in the act of betraying her and all the vows they had made.