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Free Birds Ch. 01

By: Lisa Summers



These are the continuing adventures of Rachel Jones and Kira Sterling, students at Pacific Western Christian University in Fresno, California. I hope you'll have read "Ugly Duckling," which explains how they met, and tells a little about where they came from, emotionally.

Shortly after the "Santa's Helper" beauty contest in the "Madhouse" Madison Hall dorm at PWCU, ("beauty contest" might be a bit of an exaggeration, seeing as a turtle was one of the winners), Kira and I were in the midst of studying for our respective finals. But I think that our thoughts also lay with what would happen during Christmas Break, the period of 3 weeks between the end of the Fall semester, and the beginning of the Spring semester. Of course, finals were of immense importance to me, as I was on a full academic scholarship, and if my GPA (grade point average) slipped below 3.5, I could lose my scholarship, and any chance of staying in college. It was only my first semester in college, so I wasn't completely sure about how tough finals would be, and I didn't want to take any chances.

Kira's story was a little different. She was on a partial scholarship as a member of the Cheer squad, or as everyone else knows them, the Cheerleaders. Plus, her family had a lot of money, apparently, so that even if she lost her scholly, she'd still be covered. Still, it was a matter of pride for her, so she ended up doing very well at her Theology studies. I was starting out as an Econ major.

Kira's home, and family, were located relatively close to the university, about 230 miles away and still in California, in Los Angeles. My "family," that is, my nasty, insane mother, was located in Indiana, and I was in no hurry to return there. I had had no communication with that bitch since I left, and it was only now, 5 months after leaving home, and with Kira's help, that I was learning a vocabulary that could express the damage my mother had tried, and partially succeeded, in doing to me.

Kira looked up from her computer screen (she was reviewing a CD on some kind of Greek studies, I think), brushed away a stray wisp of blonde hair from over her clear blue eyes, and looked at me thoughtfully, her cute nose wrinkling. "So, have you decided if you'll take me up on my invitation yet?"

"Umm, I WAS trying to put it off until I got through with this Econ final," I said, "but, darn it, you know what? I'd LOVE to go with you to meet your parents!"

"Now, you understand that we have to go as roommates, not lovers, right darling? I KNOW my parents will love you, but they ARE very conservative, and I need to work them up to one, MY being a lesbian and, two, my having a lover as beautiful as you. Not that there's anything wrong with that. And they'll probably throw me out, and use you as their oldest daughter instead. Sort of trading up, y'know?" She grinned at me, showing all her pearly whites, and got up and walked over behind me where I was perched in my study chair, my knees bent and feet up on the seat edge. Kira put her hands on my shoulders, her strong fingers gently kneading the skin and muscles there through the jersey fabric of the PWCU sweatshirt I was wearing, in addition to my panties and white gym socks.

"Mmm," I said. "Are you seducing me into not being mad?" I looked back and up to see her smiling down on me. She leaned down and gave me a brief, but warm kiss. I felt a grateful shudder run through my body. Not a sex thing, just happiness. 

"I'm just kidding, I understand why you have to do it, I'd probably do the same thing, if I had a parent worth taking someone to meet," I said.

I furrowed my brow at the memory of the pain my mother had caused me "The important thing is that we can be together. Besides, I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunities for me to lick your pussy, or kiss your sweet pink nipples, or stroke your tight ass hole .... like when your father or mother turn their backs on us for longer than one second." Kira's hand slid down to my breasts, and she began kneading them through the slack fabric of my over sized institutional gray sweatshirt, instead of my shoulders. My nipples were poking through the fabric, begging for attention themselves.

"Don't forget my twin sister," Kira said absently. "I kind of think you'll really like her."

"Yeah, you haven't talked about her a lot. Tell me about Emily," I said.

"Well, Em and I have had a very involved relationship. As my fraternal twin, she and I have been very close, but she's also competed with me in almost everything possible. I'm the older sister, but only by about 5 minutes. Whether in grades, or sports or even competing for Mom and Dad's affection, we were always trying to one up each other. One time, Emily actually broke her ankle trying to beat me in a 100 meter sprint, the klutz. I had to wait on her for weeks, but I won the race." Kira sounded kind of proud of winning the race. Sisters, LOL. "Em's going to USC, and you'll get to meet her when we go to my parents'."

"Well, you're sister SOUNDS very nice, and if she's anything like you, I'm going to LOVE her," I gushed.

"Oh, she's a lot like me," Kira responded, off-handedly. I went back to my studies, and Kira went back to hers. As it turned out, our finals seemed to go pretty well, and Kira and I both pronounced ourselves happy with the results of our work, and hopeful that we'd score straight As for the semester, my first, and Kira's third. 

At any rate, we got our stuff together for a 3 week break, which in my case was about two week's worth of clothes that I could launder as needed, the stuff for my newly adopted penchant for hair care, and a big old bag for 'personal accessorization,' or just plain old makeup, something that Kira had introduced me to, and which had done my self confidence a world of good. Looking back on it now, I laugh, but I had like 3 different kinds of shampoos and 2 different conditioners, and countless shades of eye liners, mascara and all the rest of that crap. Don't get me wrong, makeup's great, but I've finally learned what really makes a person beautiful. But after years of thinking I was ugly, I think swinging in the other direction for a while was okay, don't you?

Ever since the contest that had provoked Kira to make me dress myself like a real girl, and fix my hair, and wear a little makeup, I had just felt good about me, whether I actually looked better or not. But the numbers of guys, and girls, flirting with me now gave me the idea that everyone else could see a positive change in me, too. I would be forever grateful to Kira for that, no matter what else would ever happen between us.

Kira's father arranged a rental car for us, since Kira didn't have a car and was too young to rent one on her own. It turned out to be a pretty blue Dodge something or other, and we headed out onto Rte 180 to the 5, and south to 41, where we went west until we got to Hwy 1. "There's lots faster ways to get to LA from here," Kira said, "but I really wanted you to see the views of the Pacific. There's nothing like it!". 

"I really haven't had much of a chance to see the different landscapes here in California," I said. "In Indiana, it's pretty much flat, with just a few areas of rolling hills."

"Oh Rachel, California has THE most beautiful desert scenery I've seen almost anywhere. And the Sierra Nevadas, especially when they're snow covered, are magnificent. But since we're traveling along the coast some, you'll get to see the MOST spectacular views, along the Pacific Coast Highway." We drove along for several hours, and Kira was right, the views of the Pacific, the azure waves crashing on the rocks below, were mind boggling to a girl who'd never seen much more water than the community lake.

"Kira, that's SO romantic," I said. "Do you think we could ever stay at one of these bed and breakfast places? They're so charming," my eye was on a Victorian gingerbread-style house set near a cliff edge, called "Pacific Vista Bed and Breakfast."

"Yeah, they really are pretty," she said, peering over the steering wheel. The time passed pleasantly, but eventually my stomach started rumbling.

"Kira, how about we pull over at one of these little cafes along the way? I'm getting really hungry," I said. "Alrighty," she said, and we pulled into a nice looking little place with the sign, "Greenville Restaurant." We got out, and, stretching our legs along the way, walked up to the entrance. Entering, we noticed that it was fairly empty, not too surprising since it was between lunch and dinner, about 2:30.

"Hi," said the perky hostess, a black-haired cutie of about 25 or so. "Are you here for lunch, or would you just like a little tea and pie?" We said we'd like lunch, and she showed us to our table. We sat down, and she introduced herself as "Victoria," the owner, hostess and waitress. She brought us some water, then, after we'd had a chance to look over the menu, we ordered, salads for us both.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I went in to the unisex bathroom, which was nicely decorated, and definitely with a feminine touch. It was intended to be a 'one at a time' restroom, as there was no partition around the toilet, and only the one toilet and hand sink. I cleaned off the seat with some toilet paper, though it already appeared to be spotless, then pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles (like the good little girl I was, was taught to do), and settled myself on the faux wood toilet seat. I let loose a loud stream of pee that hit with a hissing sound as it encountered the water of the bowl, and stared absently at the vaguely Roman or Grecian woodlands mural that some artist had painted directly onto the bathroom walls. To my shock, the door opened, and a woman of about 35 or so entered, directly in front of me, no more than 5 feet away.

"Oh, sorry," she said, pausing. She looked at me as if deciding something, then finally I felt compelled to say, "Umm, I'm in here.'

"Of course, sorry," the woman said again, making no immediate move to leave. Rudely, her eyes touched, first, on my crotch, lingering there, my curly brown hairs fully visible to her, then traveled slowly down my thighs, and calves, to my panties, as they rested on top of my shoes. Finally, interminably, she moved to exit, and closed the door behind her. I hurried to finish, wash up and get back to our table, to tell Kira. To my shock and horror, when I exited the bathroom, I saw that the woman was engaged in conversation with Kira.

"Oh, Rachel, this is Marina. She was just telling me of her unfortunate mistake in barging in on you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess there's no way to know if someone's in there. Unless you knock or something." I suppose I was too subtle, because Marina began talking to us as though we were old friends.

"Do you all mind if I sit with you while I eat? I really don't like to be alone, and you both seem quite nice, as well as quite attractive, if you don't mind my being so forward." My hackles were up with this woman, perhaps because of the rude way she'd first 'introduced' herself, or her cavalier manner here, or perhaps just because Kira seemed to like her. In any case, we did agree to allow her to sit with us, not wishing to be impolite, and Marina offered to buy us our lunch, which mollified me a little.

Our orders came, Kira and I having a Salad Nicoise each, and Marina ordered an Asparagus Quiche, and iced teas all around. The food was excellent, and Marina turned out to be a very entertaining conversationalist, and had led quite an interesting life. She told us that she had been born the daughter of a U.S. diplomat, and that she herself had gone to work at the State Department after graduating from Smith College, one of the "Seven Sisters." Her stories of actually participating in CIA activities in Mid-Eastern countries were eye opening, to say the least.

I found my eyes fixating on her abundant cleavage, quite obvious given her low cut blouse. Marina seemed to take every opportunity to let us see down inside her blouse, and I'm not sure if I actually could see her nipples or not, as her boobs seemed ready to pop out of her top, but it was 'touch and go,' so to speak, for a while there.

Eventually, though, we felt that we had to be moving along, so Kira and I thanked Marina, and bade her goodbye. As we were getting ourselves together in the car, Marina leaned in on Kira's side, and we both REALLY got an eyeful of her 'twins,' as Marina invited us to her place in San Jose. We thanked her again, and assured her that we'd look her up when we were in the area next. We both stared at her as she walked back to her car, her ass seeming to issue a lewd invitation with each swing of her hips.

"Well, come on down and visit with me, you two," Kira breathed to me, like a horny Madonna (the singer, not the icon), after Marina had driven off. We both cracked up into a giggle fit. 

"Do you know, that she was DELIBERATELY staring at my crotch when I was peeing? I bet she could see my pussy and everything! I was all set to tell you about how brazen she was, and then there she was talking to you when I get out!" I whined.

"Well, not to defend her, hon, but you DO have a lovely pussy," Kira said, with a leer. "And I'm amazed that more women don't demand to see your pussy, like during class and stuff."

"Um, thanks," I said. "But there's a difference, YOU staring at it, and some stranger doing it."

Kira then put her hand on my shoulder and said, "So, did you feel tempted to go with her, babe?"

I took her hand on my shoulder as an invitation, so I slid over from the passenger side, next to her as she sat on the driver's side, and placed my hand on her inner right thigh, and breathed into her ear, nibbling her delicious lobe, and said, "What do YOU think, honey?" Kira pulled her head back, to bring her mouth close to mind and, breathing quickly said, "I think that you're a little bit excited," her own hand sliding up my thigh, and over the tight vee of the cotton of my jeans. "I think that's what this little wet spot means, anyway."

"And if I am a little wet?" I asked archly.

"Then I'll have to do something about it, as your lover and all. It's my responsibility to keep you satisfied, after all," Kira said, her hand slipping under the waistband of my jeans, and slipping down into in the heat and slickness along my pussy lips. I squealed and lay back on the car seat, pushing my hips forward.

"Slut!" Kira mock admonished me, her finger nonetheless dipping into my satiny pool. Pleasurable feelings rose over me, centering on my wet pussy, as Kira gently circled my labia, and my sensitive clit with her small, but strong, fingers. My hips were moving independent of me as they rotated in response to her ministrations. To my great chagrin, when Kira had me at a fever pitch, she slowly withdrew her wet finger, and dabbed me on the nose with it, leaving a drop of my feminine cream there, then another on my upper lip, then she popped her wet finger into her own mouth, causing me to groan in frustration.

"That's for later, darling," she said, grinning at me. I pouted back at her. 

"I'm not sure if I'm going to let you touch me there ever again, if you're going to be like that," I said.

"Not even let me lick that wet little pussy, maybe nibble your hard little clit?" She asked coyly, causing me to moan again, and flounce back against the seat in frustration. 

"That was pee, not cum," I said, peeved, determined to get her goat. 

"No wonder it tasted so good," she said, surprising me, a lot. I was speechless at that point.

Finally I said, lamely, "Well, at least drive faster now." Kira smiled.

Further along, after I had mentally forgiven Kira for being smarter than me, I asked her what her life had been like, growing up. Kira had heard enough of my childhood, and the emotional torments my mother had put me through after my father died, and goodness knows Kira had wiped up enough of my tears over the matter.

"Well, it was pretty happy, really," Kira began. "I can't remember any time that was emotionally painful. My parents were strict, but not nutty about it. And growing up with Emily was kind of nice, having a sister who was a lot like a friend, and who I could be close with. We learned a lot together."

"Oh, like what?" I asked.

"Oh, just regular stuff. You know, stuff," Kira said, vaguely. Well, I didn't really know but I guessed she'd tell me eventually if she wanted me to know. 

"And what were YOU like as a little girl? Were you athletic, like you are now?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I used to play in games with the boys, most of us did in my neighborhood. I had my share of bruises and cuts, just like all kids. You did too, right?"

I shuddered, thinking about where MY bruises and cuts, the ones that showed, came from, and who had caused them.

Kira glanced at me, and on seeing tears welling up yet again in my eyes, said, hurriedly, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, that was thoughtless of me!"

"No, that's just weepy me, Kira, it's not your fault. So, what were the big events in your life?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"Besides you?" she said. "Well, if you lived in California when I was 10, you might have seen my picture on TV."

"Really?" I said excitedly. "Did you win a big contest, or get picked as the most beautiful or smartest girl in the whole world?"

"No, nothing like that," she said, quietly. "I got kidnapped."

"Oh, God, no!" I exclaimed. "That's AWFUL! What happened?"

"You remember that little girl in Utah who was kidnapped, and held by that loon who was going to make her his wife #2 a year ago or so?" Kira asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, it was kind of like that. I had gotten my picture in the paper for winning the 'Miss Young Shoppers World of Southern California' contest that year. Some guy happened to see it, and built this whole fantasy world about he and I, and was able to snatch me on the way home from school."

"God, that's terrible," I said.

"Fortunately, someone saw him do it, and called the police. He didn't have me more than 2 or 3 hours, we didn't even leave his car before a police car ran him off the road and rescued me. Of course, I was eternally grateful to them, and I promised that if I ever have children, I'll be super careful that something like that never happens to them," Kira said.

"What happened to the guy?" I asked.

"He got 20 years in the state pen, and so far as I know, he's still there," she said.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, with concern.

"Yeah, I think so, but thanks for asking. My parents got me counseling so that I wouldn't get too screwed up. I think my mother and father freaked out worse than I did," Kira said. I sat closer to her, partially to instinctively protect her, partially to reassure myself, and partially because Kira always smells good, LOL. We drove on in silence for a little while, listening to the radio, when Kira, looking in the rearview mirror, suddenly said, "Huh," and began turning the wheel to the right, changing from the fast lane to the slow lane, to the breakdown lane, where she slowed to a stop.

I looked around, and there was a C.H.P. cruiser, that's California Highway Patrol, behind us with its lights flashing. I moved away from Kira, and sat back over on the passenger side. After about a minute or so, the trooper walked over to Kira's side of the car, where Kira had already pulled down the window.

"Hi officer," Kira said brightly. "What did I do wrong?"

"Morning ma'am ..... and ma'am," the trooper said in a feminine voice, peering in at both of us. It startled me, as I always picture state troopers as being guys. "Noticed you were going a little bit over the speed limit, and thought you might not be paying full attention to the road. Um, you all were kind of engrossed in a ...... close ...... conversation. You haven't really done anything wrong, but I wanted to bring it to your attention. Glad I did." The trooper leaned down so we could both see her face fully, and she took off her kick-ass trooper sunglasses, revealing cornflower blue eyes to go with her long, pony tailed raven black hair. She smiled at us, and we both smiled back, relieved that it didn't look like she was going to be a hard ass, and because she was very pretty, about 25 or so.


Free Birds Ch. 01



"So, are you two students?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," Kira said, "we go to Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno. We're going home to spend Christmas break with my family. I'm Kira Sterling, and this's Rachel Jones"

"Yeah, my ex's younger sister goes there. Nice place, good kids. But, let me see your license and registration, just to make sure, okay? Oh, and you don't have to call me ma'am, 'Rhiain' will do." The ID plate on her breast said, 'Trooper R. Bowen.'

"Yes ma'am, um, Rhiain," Kira said, handing her the car rental papers and her driver's license. Their hands momentarily touched in the transfer, and the trooper's seemed to linger against Kira's. Rhiain perused Kira's license, and said, "Not many people take a good driver's license photo. Yours looks great." She handed the papers back, and said quietly, "You'll want to be careful about showing affection too openly though, there's some real conservative nuts on the road around here."

We both looked at her blankly, not sure what she meant, and she continued, "This area can be real unfriendly to, well, 'women traveling together', unfortunately. There was a shooting at a car with a female couple in it a few weeks ago, fortunately no one was hurt, but you want to be careful. And girls as pretty as you both, I'd hate to see any problems like that. Even I'm afraid to openly show too much affection to my girlfriend, and I'm armed with a 9 MM. Y'all take care, drive carefully, and have a great vacation!" She started walking back to her car. About a quarter of the way there, she turned and came back to Kira's side of the car.

"Say, y'all wouldn't be heading down to San Diego during your vacation, would you?" Rhiain asked. "If you do, there's a real nice inn down in Mission Bay where you can meet people of a like mind, the Sonesta Inn, right on the Bay itself. You'd be surprised how many girls your age show up there. I'll be down there myself for a couple of weeks in another couple of days. Maybe I'll see you there?" Her voice kind of rose an octave or two at the end, as though she were asking a question, without really asking a question.

"Yeah, maybe so. Sonesta Inn, huh?" Kira said. "Thanks."

"No problem. See ya," Rhiain said as she wheeled and returned to her patrol car.

Kira and I got ready to get going again, and Kira started the car and prepared to pull out back onto the blacktop.

"That's really scary," I said. "People shooting at other people, just because of how they live, and who they love!"

"That's not a new thing, Rachel," Kira said. "Oh, it's new to you, because you've never been with other girls, but there's still a lot of prejudice out there. Most people are 'live and let live,' but there's still a lunatic fringe. Even here in California. ESPECIALLY here in California."

"Hey, do you think she was coming on to us, too?" I said. "Like Marina?"

"Yeah, I sure do," Kira said. "She was rubbing her fingers against mine, and maybe part of that shooting story was to get us talking to her a little more. She was eyeing you pretty good," Kira said.

"Yeah, but she was feeling YOU up," I said, laughing. 

"And I'm pretty sure that was an invitation to San Diego, don't you?" Kira said.

"What do you think?" I said, obliquely.

"About Rhiain, you mean?" Kira asked.

"Uh huh," I said.

"I think she was pretty hot, to tell the truth," Kira said. "Did you think so?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think I'm wet again, see?" I said, spreading my legs for Kira really fast, then closing them again. She laughed.

"Would you like it if we took a little side trip from the vacation, to San Diego? It's pretty nice there this time of year, and we could get some beach time in....." Kira said.

"Could we?" I exclaimed. "I've never been to the ocean beach, I'd LOVE to go!!"  

"Okay, let's see what we can do. Mission Bay itself isn't exactly the ocean, but it's really close to the Pacific anyway. And you could have some fun." I felt a tingle right smack in the center of my clit at this turn of events. It sounded like it would be exciting, in a lot of ways. And the prospect of seeing Rhiain under other circumstances seemed VERY exciting.

We continued on and finally got to Kira's family's house later that afternoon. Mr. And Mrs. Sterling, 'Jim and Jen,' as they called themselves, were really sweet, and got us settled in, in no time, then treating us to a wonderful meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and spinach, followed by home made apple pie. We 'bunked' as Jim put it, in Emily and Kira's room, which pretty much bordered on palatial, like something the doges of Venice would have camped out in, I think. 

Absolutely beautiful furnishings, and the two gigantic queen size beds hardly made a dent at all in the square footage. Jim offered me my own guest room, which shared a large bathroom with the girls' bedroom, but Jen hushed him, saying "The girl can decide tomorrow if she'd be more comfortable away from her best friend, Jim! Honestly, men! And Em can sleep in the adjoining bedroom herself when she gets in later tonight." Kira and I both giggled at that, and didn't say anything.

After making chit chat with Kira's parents, who seemed as though they were absolutely wonderful, the journey hit both Kira and I, and we asked if we could be excused. Jen told us that the two of them had a prior commitment tomorrow, and that they probably wouldn't be around when we woke up, but 'Kira knows where everything is,' as Jen put it. Saying our goodnights, Kira closed the door behind us, and fell into my arms.

"Well, that's my parents!" Kira said.

"I think they're great. I think YOU'RE great," I said quietly. Kira kissed me, simply, our lips pressing together gently, and we began stripping each other, tossing off various jeans, sweatshirts, bras and socks, until we were hand-in-hand, clad only in our little cotton panties. Kira's, of course, had little Scottie dogs on them. We climbed into the humongous bed that I took to be Kira's usual, and I said, "Kira, this bed is bigger than our dorm room!"

Kira giggled sleepily, and said, "See how much restraint I show in letting you use half the dorm room?" We settled into slow, lazy, warm kisses, our hands softlycaressing each other's breasts, until I laid Kira on her back, and pulled the sheet down, exposing her sweet bosom, bringing my mouth to her left nipple, perkily erect and pink. I suckled on her, savoring her smell, and taste, and the feel of her hard little nubbin between my soft lips, until I heard a soft snore from my lover.

I pulled away from her feminine warmth and roundness, and smiled, looking down on my love, as I imagined a good, loving mother would look down on her beloved daughter. I snuggled myself inside the crook of her slim arm, and pulled up the sheet over us both, falling fast asleep in the process. Tomorrow, as someone once said, is another day. 



Free Birds Ch. 02



MORNING HAS BROKEN

The petite blonde, an attractive sophomore in college, wakes up first, and obeying the inevitable first-thing-in-the-morning call of nature, swings her feet out of bed, her feet and legs, like the rest of her, bare and susceptible to the slight early morning chill in the spacious bedroom. Her nipples are erect from the chill, the rough-pebbled flesh of her tiny pink protuberances goose- pimpled into small eraser tips. She feels a cool breeze between her legs, as the morning air hits the still-moist pink surfaces just inside her full labia. 

Her lovely bottom is reluctant to leave the warm, satin sheet and goose down mattress that lies beneath her, but a rumbling and pressure within persuades that same bottom, that moving is necessary and right. Her long blonde hair, quite attractive when attended to, lies tangled across her smooth, muscular shoulders and back, in spite of her lover's attention to it the previous night during their frenzied lovemaking. Her small, pink feet root around instinctively for the soft, warm feel of the fuzzy bunny slippers that she favors, while her eye is drawn back to the attractive girl, a brunette, lying asleep next to her in the bed. The two had spent the night entangled in each other's arms, as they have spent nearly every night since last September.

The other girl, a freshman, lies exposed to the blonde's fond gaze, as her movements throughout the night have thrown off the bed coverings on her side. The blonde's hand strokes the brown- haired girl's naked bottom and part of her smooth, creamy thigh, her finger absently tracing a reddish mark along the side of one ass cheek, a crease from a folded bit of bed sheet during the night. The brunette stirs, and turns in her sleep, mumbling some sleep-generated words, which are entirely incomprehensible to the cute blonde, but she is used to her partner's sleep habits and merely smiles. The brunette has a small trace of drool along one cheek, from the corner of her mouth, and the blonde wonders idly if it is solely her own saliva there, or both girls', or perhaps some other bodily fluid the brunette may have come across not so many hours ago.

As the freshman girl rolls over, her full breasts with their relaxed brown nipples, and curly brown pubic bush are exposed, and the blonde can see that there remains residue from their lovemaking of the night before, in the form of crusted dried female cum on the hairs above her clitoris, which is sleeping now, but was so very noticeable and prominent, pink and lovely, in her excitement the previous evening. They had awakened in the wee hours of the night, and obeying an irresistible compulsion, made love for nearly an hour before falling back asleep, exhausted. The freshman girl's labia, too, less swollen now than when she was in full heat, but still quite plump and juicy to the blonde's eyes, have a thin rime of her own feminine lubricant, this still slightly sticky, and the blonde inhales the sweet, musky familiar fragrance of her lover's cream, and feels a tingle of her own in her clit. She scratches her own trimmed blonde bush unselfconsciously, and rises up from the bed.

As the mattress rebounds from the blonde's slight weight, the sleeping brunette rolls back over, still mumbling in her sleep, her full round ass again exposed for her partner, and the sleeper scratches that sweet rear end, fully unconscious of the pleasure she would experience, were she awake, and were those her lover's fingers. Her fingernail scratches right into the puckered folds of her anus, a most satisfying relief, as we all know, but she would be embarrassed were she awake, and aware she was being watched in such an intimate and personal moment. The blonde shuffles her small feet more tightly into the slippers, and picks up a pair of still-damp Scottie dog panties from the floor, where they had been tossed in some haste the night before. Coincidentally, they lie on top of an equally damp pair of plain white cotton panties, so she picks them up, too, bringing them to her nose. Inhaling their fragrance, a feminine aroma both musky and earthy, she smiles at the memories they invoke, of sleepily and pleasurably intersecting mouths, pussies, nipples, and ass holes, and feminine lusts sated. 

She crosses the immense room, and enters the nicely appointed bathroom directly off the bedroom. The bathroom features a granite vanity with 3 full size basins, each with gold-plated fixtures, and a generous additional counter for use in applying makeup, with a counter-to-ceiling mirror running the full length of the vanity, a good 9 or 10 feet in length. The room is warm and steamy, a contrast to the not unpleasant early-morning chill of the bedroom.

The floor is a lovely Italian marble, set without grout, but covered with small Persian rugs in traffic areas, so as to avoid the possibility of slipping. There are a toilet and bidet set side-by-side, a full size Jacuzzi, and a generously sized shower stall, almost a room in itself, with polished limestone walls on opposing sides, and decoratively frosted safety glass walls on alternate sides, with glass doors set into each side. The blonde muses on the thought that this bathroom is a little more than half the size of the bathroom serving her entire dorm floor. On the opposite wall of the bathroom is a door to a guest bedroom, now open.

As she enters, slightly more alert now, the blonde notices the shower running. There are shower heads at both 4' and 7' in height, and from her experience, the sound tells her that both are running. Due to the steam being emitted inside the shower, and the frosted glass, she can't make out exactly who it might be in there, but can see that it is someone pink, feminine, and very shapely.

She sits down on one of the white lacquered toilet seats, and waits patiently to let loose a long, satisfying morning piss, her bladder emptying what sounds like gallons of her brightly colored urine. The clear, golden nectar leaves small yellow globes of pee, like monochromatic Christmas balls, attached to the dried cum from the night before, which then disappears in a flash of fluffy white perfumed toilet paper as she wipes her vulva clean. She crinkles her nose prettily at the slightly acrid smell, as she remembers not to flush

Standing naked, bereft now of even fuzzy slippers, the blonde tosses the still fragrant and damp panties onto the rose granite counter, as she hears the water being turned off in the shower. She sees a hand, with pink fingernail polish on each nail, reach out of the steam, and grope for a large blue terrycloth towel hanging on a peg on the wall next to the shower cubicle. As the blonde hangs back by the vanity, giving the bather room to exit the shower stall, the bather steps out, and a look of utter happiness comes over the blonde's face.

She gives a small cry of gladness, and the person stepping from the shower, resembling the other slightly, and clearly equally as feminine, though with very short copper colored hair on her head, and none at all at her mons, looks up and appears equally happy to see the newcomer. Her body is tan, and slim, and bedewed with drops of water from the shower. Her breasts are slightly conical and perky, a young girl's breasts, fresh and full, ready to attract attention. They both exchange quick words of greeting, as their bodies, followed by their full, pink lips, come together in a passionate greeting. The water from the red head's body drips all over the blonde, but neither seems to care, as their hands quickly survey each other's body lightly. They step apart. The copper haired girl spots the two discarded pairs of soiled panties on the counter, and, smiling slyly, picks up the panties with the little Scotties printed across them. Bringing her nose to the cream-encrusted front panel, she sniffs it lightly, stroking her own left nipple as she does so. Then, quickly spinning the panties around, she covers her nose with the faintly stained rear panel, and takes a deep breath through the fabric, her fingers now dropping to her smooth, bare pussy.

She removes the panties from her face, and hands them to the blonde, who also brings the soiled, used panties to her own face, this time dabbing at both the front and rear panty sections with her delicate pink tongue. The copper haired girl, meanwhile, picks up the other pair of dirty panties, cocks an eyebrow enquiringly at the blonde, and then repeats her smelling of the panties, smiling appreciatively at the results. They discard the panties, and their bodies come together once again.

It is apparent that they are intimately familiar with each other's bodies, as the blonde's fingers are soon cupping and squeezing the full, B cup breasts of the shower-wetted girl. She, in turn, has brought her hand to the blonde's mons veneris, and is actively teasing the girl's rapidly hardening clitoris, and already wet vagina.

The blonde brings her other hand to the wet girl's bottom, and fiercely rubs and squeezes her rounded posterior. The 2 girls indulge each other in this way for a few minutes, and as the one humps her partner's hand, the other rubs her cream-wet crotch on her partner's thigh. It is apparent that the 2 girls quickly reach orgasm at around the same time, their passionate kisses turning sloppy as each feels waves of feminine ecstasy wash over her being and consciousness, their hips jerking against each other's soft body as they are hit with wave after wave of 'little deaths.'.

The 2 girls giggle together in each other's arms, taking loving pecks at each other's cheek and mouth, then the blonde girl takes the other's hand and pulls her into the spacious bedroom that she had previously exited, as the wet girl hurriedly wraps her towel around herself. They enter, and close the door behind them loudly, the previously sleeping brunette sitting up now, awakened by the noise.

INTRODUCTIONS

"Rachel, Rachel, come see, it's my sister Emily! She's home!" Kira said, with a look of excitement on her face. Kira had spoken quite often of her beautiful twin sister, and there were numerous pictures of her on Kira's side of their dorm room. Kira had remarked on occasion to Rachel, that Emily was more attractive than Kira herself, and Rachel had had trouble believing that to be true. Now, seeing her 'up close and personal,' she wasn't quite so sure.

Rachel rubbed her still sleep-filled eyes with her knuckles, like a cartoon child in a fairy tale, and said, "Umm, hi Emily. I'm Rachel." 

Emily, with large, startled looking blue eyes, and an attractive, though not yet life-creased face, said, "Pleased to meet you, Rachel. Kira's told me ALL about you." Her emphasis on the word "all," caused Rachel to look over at Kira.

Kira said, "Honestly Rachel, I have no secrets from you, nor from Emily. And um, in that vein, I guess I need to tell you a little bit about the 2 of us growing up." 

Rachel yawned, and said, "Is it a long story? Cuz, I'm not really awake yet."

"Of course," Kira said. "I'm being rude to you, sweetie, let me make you a cup of coffee, okay?"

"Mmkay," Rachel mumbled, then laid back down to catch a few last winks of sleep, the floral patterned sheet laying on top of her huddled, still-naked body, the hem partially covering her cute face, and just the edge of her bare bottom peeking out from under the edge of the top sheet. Emily eyed the white slivered crescent of Rachel's ass appreciatively, licking her lip unconsciously. Kira and Emily set to work making coffee in the coffee maker set on an antique oak Louis XIV commode..

After about 10 minutes, the smell of percolating coffee filled the air of the bedroom, and Emily and Kira broke off their whispered remembrances, with Kira filling a cup with coffee, 2 sugars and a dollop of half and half from the small refrigerator set inside an adjoining antique piece. She carried it over to where Rachel's head appeared to be resting, then in a soothing voice said, "Coffee's ready, lover!"

Rachel popped up like a jack-in-the box, then slid herself backwards to rest against the headboard, the sheet slipping down to her lap, her breasts exposed to the view of the other girls in the room. Emily's eyes rested for a moment on Rachel's B cup breasts, and assessed them as similar to her own, but more rounded in comparison to her own conical breasts, and with large brown nipples in place of her own moderately sized pink ones, which were apparently a Sterling family trait, judging by the color of her sister Kira's nipples. She smiled at their beauty and pleasing form.

Rachel took the antique Limoges tea cup, and silently whispering a 'thank you' to the perky long-haired blonde, then sipped the coffee, slowly at first, then, nearly gulping, the hot fluid slipping over her full lips.

"Doesn't she burn her mouth?" a towel-clothed Emily said in wonder to her naked older sister, Kira.

"You'd think so, but no," said Kira, shrugging. "She goes through fried chicken practically right out of the hot grease fryer in the PWCU cafeteria like it was cold chicken. Amazing, isn't it?" As Rachel's eyes opened further, she began to see a clear family resemblance between the 2 sisters. Both attractive, with 'girl next door,' All-American looks, the older sister, Kira, a few inches shorter than her nominally younger sister. Both with luxuriant, shiny hair, with Kira's much longer and blonde, Emily's an attractive copper color, much shorter, nearly a masculine cut, similar to the book-loving Julie Christie's, in Francois Truffaut's "Fahrenheit 451."

Both girls had full figures, Rachel was intimately familiar with Kira's C cup breasts and full hips. Emily's taller, slightly slimmer figure was feminine, but in some ways boyish too. Rachel found Kira's sister to be very attractive in a way different from Kira, and wondered at the slight electric charge in the pit of her stomach.

Kira was now seated naked on the edge of the bed, next to Rachel's feet, and Emily too, now let her towel slip off and gathered it up into one hand, displaying her beautiful form to both of the other girls, one her sister, the other her sister's lover. Emily nonchalantly took the towel, and began drying her hair. As she lifted her hands to her head, her breasts sprang into more prominence, her nipples erect, and her hips set at an angle, one butt cheek pointed to the side, her naked crotch brazenly open and exposed to the two other girls as her legs were parted a little more than absolutely necessary. 

Rachel took in the red head's form with appreciation, and as she noticed the small tufts of brownish hair under Emily's arms, her eyes widening, she suddenly recognized what the tingle she felt was. Her pussy became wet with her excitement at seeing 2 beautiful, naked girls so close, and knowing that she shared her bed with one. She wondered if she might do the same with the other at some point in the future.

"Um, you were going to tell me about the 2 of you, I think," Rachel stammered. After a brief moment of silence, a look passed between Kira and Emily, then Kira said, "Okay, but I've gotta go take that shower now. You two get to know each other, okay?"

Rachel looked at Kira's memorable, retreating ass with a look of disbelief, then pointed a questioning look at Emily. Emily smiled at Rachel, and, still nude, advanced on Rachel's bed, and climbed on, seating herself no more than a foot away, cross-legged right in front of Rachel, who was naked to the waist herself, and covered only by the thin sheet below that, the fabric barely covering her own pink slit, and none of her trim little bush. Emily's eyes were fixed directly on Rachel's, making her feel somewhat discomfited with the 19 year old's frank look.

"Kira doesn't deal with the truth, sometimes," Emily said. "She really loves you, though."

"Oh, really?" Rachel said, her gaze diverted by the sight of Emily's slightly conical breasts, with their pink nipples, pointed slightly upwards directly at Rachel, as though she were offering them to her. Perhaps she was, but the slight buzzing in Rachel's brain prevented her from thinking further about it. She imagined what those beautiful nipples might taste like, and feel like in her mouth, and the guttural sounds that Emily might make, feeling her nipples sucked on by the young college girl. Tearing her eyes from the lovely breasts, Rachel looked downward over Emily's flat stomach, and her enticing navel, to her pussy, which was completely free of pubic hair, and in this seated position, her pussy lips were parted, and she saw a glistening pink inside. The tiny glistening pearl of the teenaged girl's clit was emerging from beneath its protective hood. Rachel imagined she could smell the first faint wisps of the older girl's seductive musk.

Emily casually stretched her arms over, and behind her head, displaying even more prominently her full breasts, with her nipples erect, and the small patches of brown hair nestled in her arm pits, contrasting with her otherwise hairless torso and legs. Rachel imagined she could smell a feminine, alluring scent coming from the tufts of hair under Emily's arms, but it could have just, indeed, been imagination.

Following Rachel's eyes, Emily was well aware of the effect that she was having on the freshman. Bringing her arms back down to her lap, she casually brought her right hand to her tan inner thigh, and lightly stroked herself, her fingertips stroking directly towards her unavoidable cunt, her nails leaving little ephemeral streaks of white on her skin. Meanwhile, with a slight twinge of irritation, she decided to tell Rachel of her relationship with her sister. It looked as though she would have to explain her sister's actions to yet another girl, since Kira was avoiding it once again.

"Kira and I were always very close," Emily began. "We shared the same bedroom all the way up until Kira left for school in Fresno. So, it's natural that, as we entered puberty, and our bodies and interests began to develop, we would experiment sexually within the comforts and safety of being family members. We could learn how to bring pleasure to each other, and to ourselves, and not have to worry about pregnancy, or nasty rumors being spread by people from people outside the family."

"I was the first to develop sexually, although I'm the same age as Kira. When my breasts budded out, Kira used to love sucking on my nipples. She'd lick, and suck, and bite at my nipples, turning ME on immensely, then we'd kiss for hours." As she said this, Emily flicked the underside of her nipples, making them imperceptibly harder and longer, and Rachel shuddered as a tingle ran through her being. "Of course, I felt the same way about Kira's, and when hers came in much larger than mine, I was ever so pleased, since I could play with hers!"

"Then, as we both developed further, as our asses became rounder, and our pussies so much plumper, and the first little threads of soft, curly hairs blossomed above our cunts, we discovered the pleasures of stimulating each other's clits and vaginas. After that, we were very pleased to find out the fun that you can have with another girl's ass hole." Rachel discovered to her own surprise, that her own hand was now between her legs, and as Emily smiled, and said, "Go ahead, baby, it's okay," Rachel lightly stroked her own pussy lips, becoming lost in Emily's deep blue eyes.

Emily's face, a mere foot or two from Rachel's now, slowly neared her, Emily's eyes never moving from Rachel's. "You're Kira's girlfriend. You love Kira, yes?" As Rachel slowly nodded her assent, Emily said, "I love Kira." Emily whispered, "I want to love you, too." As if drawn by an irresistible force, Emily's full, moistened lips approached, then softly touched, Rachel's quivering cheek, then were drawn to Rachel's own, full, perfect lips. There was a distinct sizzle in the air as their mouths met in mutual pleasure, and, as if choreographed and practiced hundreds of time until it was a smooth and perfect routine, Rachel submissively slid down the bed, the sheet sliding off, and Emily lay on top of her, their naked feminine bodies in full contact.




Free Birds Ch. 02



Emily's lips rested on Rachel's ear, her warm, sweet breath a cascade of thundering sound in Rachel's brain. Emily's strong arms slid under Rachel's upper arms, up to Emily's elbows, as she prepared to leverage herself into Rachel. Their full, heaving, breasts met, and kissed, nipple nuzzling nipple, swell of bosom to bosom's swell, navels like two mouths nearly kissing, broad, feminine hips settled on equally full feminine hips. Brush of curly brunette pubic hair scoured and tickled a naked, emerging clitoris, swelling in feminine excitement. Thighs excitedly gathered between thighs, pushing hard, cunt to cunt, then trapped a solitary thigh, each pussy massaged by the smooth flesh of the other, their warm flesh heating, and teasing sensitive small hard pearls of young clits, then just as quickly allowed two thighs to separate widely one's center, as she surrendered to her partner's thrusts, allowing access to all contained therein, feminine cream flowing copiously onto thighs, and cunt-into-cunt. Soft girl feet rubbed up and down other girl calves in ecstasy, drawing up as pleasure mounted, then rapidly pushed downward as synapses fired and juices flowed.

Rachel drew her legs up to her breasts, anxious to receive Emily's small, hard clitoris deep inside her, as she had learned from her lover Kira, and the two girls' pussies, plump and swollen with their lust, came together, their labia kissing in echo to their mouths coming together. As Emily pressed her hot, dripping pussy onto Rachel's, her clit momentarily making contact with that of her sister's lover, sparks flew through both their bodies, as they lazily came, over and over again.

Neither was aware when the bedroom door opened, lost in their passion, and a newly-freshened Kira eased herself onto the bed next to her sister Emily's tan legs, tangled as they were in Rachel's creamier legs, their color contrast a soft artistic composition. Kira inhaled deeply, and the mingled fragrances of the two young girls' excited pussies filled her nostrils, coloring her face with a rosy blush as the perfume stimulated the deepest parts of her brain, and her own body prepared for inevitable sex.

The two tangled lovers became aware of her presence on the bed, and Rachel softly cried, "Kira!"

In her eyes was a confusion. Had she betrayed her lover, Kira? Had Kira betrayed her? What was their relationship now? Had it been destroyed? Had it been enriched? Where would Emily fit in?

The confusion, and fear, overwhelmed Rachel, who was, after all, still quite new at matters of love. The tears flowed, a slight trickle first from her right eye, then from both eyes, finally sobbing, gulping of lost breath amid aimless explanations to either sister, or both, or neither. Perhaps to herself. Her cheeks wet with her guilt, she shook with emotion, and both sisters rushed to envelope her in their arms. "Shhhh," it's okay," each girl whispered, Kira's voice lower in pitch than that of her sister, but both voices comforting and warming to Rachel, who was so severely afraid of rejection at that point.

Rachel was rocked in each sister's arms, and calmed down, as though quieted by two mothers, where she had never really ever had even one. She eventually relaxed in her lover Kira's arms, her still-wet face resting against Kira's sweet bosom, and a small voice, Rachel's, said, out of the depths of Kira's cleavage, "I'm sorry....."

"Oh, no!" "Please, you didn't do anything!" The two sisters rushed to assure Rachel. Finally, Kira spoke for them both. "Please don't cry, Rachel. Your making love with Emily is the happiest thing that could ever happen, besides you and I falling in love, of course! I SO wanted to share the things, and people I love most, with YOU, the one great love of my life. Please be happy!"

Brown-haired Rachel peeked out from under Kira's arm, and said, "Really?"

"Yes, really," said Kira. "And I'm happy for you both, and I love you both," she added, looking at her sister. Emily leaned over and kissed her sister fully on the mouth, and said, "And now it's time for you to make love to BOTH Sterling girls, Rachel."

Emily directed Rachel to lie back on the mattress, and she complied, her body flat on the firm, queen size mattress. "A little tricky, 3 of us," Emily mused, being the more practical of the two sisters, "But I think we can manage it." Emily shin-walked herself up to Rachel's head, straddling Rachel's slim body, Emily facing the headboard, her bald, wet pussy just inches away from Rachel's face. Rachel could smell the strong aroma of Emily's clean, but extremely aroused, vagina, and she anticipated tasting this young girl's pussy juices, and her swollen clit and labia, only the second female she would have ever tasted in this manner in her life. It struck her profoundly that Emily's fragrance was exactly the same as that of Kira. Since she was wearing Kira's brand of body splash, that was no great surprise, but Emily was astounded that Emily's pussy scent was exactly the same as her sister's. It was only later in her life that Rachel would understand the subtle range of sexual scents, and tastes, among women.

Meanwhile, Kira urged Rachel's legs apart and upward, her knees up to and touching her breasts. Her kneecaps were nearly touching Emily's smooth back, so Kira could dig her long tongue deep inside her lover's honeyed hole. Kira gazed at Rachel's beautiful cunt, her labia fat and swollen, drying girl cream on the outer lips from her earlier lovemaking with Kira's sister, and fresh cream dribbling out of that pink slit, as Rachel's excitement mounted, whether because of the anticipated creamy pussy soon to be covering her mouth and nose, sister Emily wriggling herself against the submissive girl's face, or because of the invading tongue that she knew would soon be inside her own pussy. Rachel's sweet, and eager, anus poked out from below her wet pink pussy.

From Rachel's perspective, she was entirely within a bed of delight. Her muscles relaxed, a remnant of the yoga that Kira had taught her, in order to better feel and appreciate the sensations bestowed upon her. She felt the wetness, and slickness, of Emily's smooth, hairless pussy, as the sister first pressed her vertical slit on the brunette's face, then rotated it around on her face, wetting every bit of Rachel's cheeks, nose and lips with her gushing cream. 

The aromatic fragrance of Emily's aroused vagina, pumping out boatloads of pheromones that stimulated and eroticized the prone female, and so close to her nasal receptors, caused Rachel's own pussy to lubricate faster, and more copiously, her own highly scented female musk, adding to the room full of natural feminine perfume. Rachel's tongue ventured between her lips, and found itself imprisoned within the silken confines of Emily's dripping pussy walls. Rachel felt a slight frustration, as she was dying to pin the tiny pink pearl of Emily's clitoris between her lips, and bring the teasing girl to a shattering cum. But Emily wanted to dominate Rachel, this one time. Emily's smooth thighs jerked from the ecstasy that she was feeling within her cunt, and they slammed lightly against Rachel's ears, causing additional overload to Rachel's sensory system. Rachel dimly heard Emily expostulating lewdly above her.

In a separate, but closely related, part of her mind, Rachel was also aware of her lover Kira's tongue and lips worrying Rachel's swollen labia, and clit, as the sophomore teased her roommate-lover's sweet jewels with her mouth. Rachel's excitement grew as the rough tongue scraped over her sensitive little button, causing her own legs to jerk, and sparks to fly inside of her, from her crotch to her head. Rachel loved the sensations of having her mouth fucked by her lover's sister, and of having her own wet pussy ravaged by her lover herself, and she surrendered to the sensations, convulsing in wave after passionate wave of orgasm.

Meanwhile, Emily was concentrating on moving her dripping pussy on Rachel's face, in such a way that her own pleasure was maximized, stimulation applied to all parts of her overheated pussy lips, and clitoris. "Uh huh, yeah, lick it, baby! Eat my pussy, little slut!" She cried out, as Rachel's tongue applied itself to Emily's sensitive nerve endings. "Oh, God baby, eat my fuckin' pussy! Stick your long fuckin' tongue deep inside me, and FUCK ME!!" Emily's upper body was gyrating wildly, as the only way she could express her pleasure was through moving her torso, since to move the pleasure center of her wild cunt would necessarily move it away from her tormentor, Rachel.

Emily was nearing her climax, could feel the juices building up inside her to gush out on the imprisoned girl's face, when she suddenly felt long, wet warm digits thrust themselves up inside her tight, hot ass hole, and she exploded in a paroxysm of gutter language, and thrusts of her pelvis against Rachel's face. "Fucking NICE, princess! Fuck my tight ass hole with your long dick fingers!! Make me cum, Fuck!! I want to cum on your mouth, and all over your nice hand, fuck me, yeah!!!"

Kira, wrestling with some little residual guilt, took longer to become aroused, and so she lingered slightly after the other two. But, her nose and mouth filled with the heady musk of her lover Rachel's vagina, and the silky liquid she found there, and also the faint earthy musk of her sister's ass hole nearby, Kira was soon enough transported to the heights of girl-girl lust, and as her tongue worked busily on pussy, she wetted her fingers in Rachel's copious flow, then, two fingers poised at her sister's ass hole mere inches above her own face, thrust the cum-slicked fingers inside her sister's incredibly tight, and loving, ass hole, fucking in and out of the intimate opening with pleasure, and lust.

The lewdness of her position enabled Kira to release the passion building inside of her, aided by her own finger on her clit, stroking against the smooth knob, and she, too, came in multiple waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The three teenaged girls lay in a tangled, slightly sweaty heap of expended passion, and silence. The silence was soon broken by a quiet sobbing.

Rachel, once again, had tears running down her cheeks, and an anguished expression on her attractive face. Kira looked over at her, and with concern furrowing her own brow, and perhaps a tiny smidge of exasperation, said "Why are you crying, Rachel?"

Rachel said, "Because I don't understand why I do the awful things that I do. I LOVE you, Kira, but here I was making love to your sister? Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? I could never do anything but LOVE you, dearest! Why would your being with Emily affect my love for you?" Kira asked, not unreasonably.

"Because it's not right that I should do the things with Emily, that I do with you. I mean, sex is between lovers, isn't it?" Rachel asked.

"Emily and I have always been able to sort out our reasons why we make love to each other - it isn't because we love each other and want to get married, silly, it's because we love each other, as sisters, and want the other to be as happy as possible." Kira gazed into Rachel's eyes, as Emily softly added, "It's all about pleasing each other. But we're both looking for someone to share our full lives with, separate from playing."

"You mean, that, to both of you, sex by itself, is a game? And doesn't have emotional attachments?" Rachel said.

"Something like that," Kira said. "Sex with anyone you WANT to have sex with, is very, very nice, and pleasing and satisfying. One of life's little pleasure. But sex, or really, making love, with someone you want to marry, or spend every waking moment with for the rest of your lives, is kind of super-special, y'know? That's why, when YOU make me cum, it's like the greatest fireworks display ever put on, except that the fireworks are inside me! When Emily makes me cum, it's more like watching the most beautiful fireworks display. It's highly satisfying, but I DO know there's something better."

"So, you mean that, my having sex with Emily was okay, because it was really just physical, and not emotional?" Rachel asked Kira.

"Well, do you want to marry Emily?" Kira asked Rachel, with a slight grin.

"Goodness, no! Um, no offense, Emily," Rachel quickly added. But a tiny seed of thought was planted deep inside a primal, primitive part of her feminine brain. A seed that would begin to grow later.

"None taken," Emily replied, with a grin similar to her sister's. "Besides, I'm already taken by a volleyball player at USC - I bet you and she would get along....."

"So, it's okay for me to have sex-" Rachel began.

"Say it for what it is," Kira said.

"Um, it's okay for me to .... fuck .... if that's all it is? Fucking, and not making love?" Rachel asked.

"That's the way I've always looked at it," Kira said. "I LOVE to fuck Emily, but I LOVE to LOVE you!" With that she gave Rachel a soft kiss on the end of her nose. Rachel smiled weakly. A small, nearly invisible frown quickly passed over Emily's face.

"Now I don't know if we should fuck, or make love!" Rachel said, grinning.

"Fuck all you like, lover, but only make love to me, okay?" Kira said sternly, and soon the three girls were smiling at each other again.

"Okay, there's something I want to do before I go take my shower, and we leave. Since you two have had your showers, I know your cute little ass holes are nice and clean, and um, Emily, I want to FUCK yours with my tongue, and Kira, I want to MAKE LOVE to yours, with my tongue. Okay?"

The two sisters rolled over simultaneously onto their flat tummies, their cute tushes exposed and naked for Rachel to see. Then they both got up on their knees, with their faces next to each other on the mattress, so that their lovely asses were high up in Rachel's face, and their ass cheeks were separated, giving her easy access to their tight, pink holes. Rachel admired them, with their feminine little pink peaches, one fuzzy, and one not, right below their tightly puckered darker pink holes.

Rachel brought her face close, first, to Emily's hairless hole, and delicately sniffed her, smelling more of her vaginal juices, which had run all over her ass from their prior fucking, and Rachel delicately dabbed at the silky wet skin with the tip of her tongue. "Ooh, that tickles!" Emily exclaimed, between kisses traded with her sister. Rachel then transferred her oral attentions to Emily's sweet, puckered pink anus. Meanwhile, Rachel's finger was tracing the outline of Kira's tight nether hole, and gently invading her there, in and out, lightly. 

Rachel began simultaneously fucking the two sisters' assholes, Emily's with her tongue, and Kira's with two of her fingers put together. She reveled in the feel of a warm, tight, silky tunnel covering her fingers, as they penetrated Kira's moist hole, simultaneous with the warmth and moisture of Emily's anus on her mouth, lips, tongue and cheeks excited her. The two Sterling sisters moaned into each other's mouth, their tongues licking each other's full, plump lips, battling each other's tongue, and swabbing, as best they could, the insides of each other's mouth.

Rachel switched asses after a little while, licking first her lover Kira's tight ass hole, and the two fingers of her other hand slipping easily into Emily's moistened and willing rear end. The two sisters came several times, each just a small cum, quivering their thighs and asses, and radiating out from their feminine centers. Soon, the two girls slid down onto the mattress, reveling in the texture of the goosedown mattress on one side, and the silky flesh of a sister on another side. Kira and Emily lay face to face, gently kissing and pressing themselves against each other.

Rachel slid up behind Emily, her front, particularly her stiff nipples and wiry bush, rubbing up against Emily's smooth, firm thighs, butt and back, until Rachel was head to head with Emily, even as Emily was face to face with Kira. Rachel lifted up Emily's right arm so that it first stood straight up from the bed, then further in its arc until Emily's arm was above her head, pointing at the headboard of their conjugal bed. Rachel then dipped her nose into Emily's patch of hair in her armpit, and began sniffing and licking her new lover there.

Emily's feminine sweaty smell, and musk, was overwhelming to the young girl, an aphrodisiac unmatched by any chemist, and as she assiduously kissed and licked the hot, humid spot in the girl's armpit, Rachel came, again and again, bolts of electricity running through her legs from her clit, which she had been rubbing against Emily's round ass. Emily sighed with contentment, as she felt the excess liquid from Rachel's excited quim running down her ass cheeks. The girls lay in pleasurable satisfaction, the day apparently off to a good start. But even as the three beautiful young girls lay warm and sated, their lusts slaked momentarily, turmoil was beginning to stir imperceptibly inside each. 



Free Birds Ch. 03



EMILY'S STORY

My name is Emily Sterling. I'm a college student, attending USC, my parents, and sister are all apparently wonderful and happy. We live in a beautifully appointed house in Los Angeles - what could be better?

The problem is, I'm miserable. Maybe I should start at the beginning.

My sister Kira and I have always been very close, which is understandable since we're fraternal twins. We think similarly, in many respects, but we don't look that much alike, although there's definitely a family resemblance. Kira has long blonde hair, blue eyes, she's petite, she's pretty full-figured, and athletic. Her C cups are luscious, especially with her pink nipples and areolas, and perhaps they're her best physical feature, if her hot ass and beautiful face aren't.

I, on the other hand, am taller and slimmer, not full figured, my breasts are definitely smaller than Kira's, A cups, but with identical pink nips, and my hair is reddish-copper colored, and cut very short, in a tomboy or pixie cut. Hey, if you had to say one of us was lez, you'd pick me out. Actually, that's about right. Kira's been bi, going out with boys and girls ever since we started dating, but I've never been attracted to dicks. I've always gone for a wet, smokin' pussy, and that's always gotten me in trouble.

Kira's been kind of a 'straight arrow,' in the sense that she hasn't really gotten in trouble (certainly not in the sense that she's hetero - I just explained that.) I've been a lot more daring, and other girls have, time after time, gotten me in trouble. Have you heard the expression that some girl was "leading him around by his dick?" Well, I don't have a dick, except in my bedside drawer, but that's what my problem is. Girls get me so fucking hot, that I lose it over a piece of ass. I guess I get led around by my clit, she's always looking for a girl's lips to nibble her, or a cute girl's finger to diddle her.

Kira and I had gotten into each other's body from an early age, even being interested in watching, and 'helping,' each other poop and pee from time to time. But it was when we reached puberty that we really became interested in each other's delicious bodies, as the small tremors we'd had as little girls from masturbating ourselves or each other, became magnified as our bodies became more womanly.

We discovered how much fun kissing, and petting, and stroking and finally fucking and licking each other's pussies and eventually ass holes, could be. But we were all natural. We had no ideas that there were things like vibrators or dildoes out there ..... and even without help, we got VERY good at cumming at another girl's touch, even if that other girl was my sister.

For example, when we were both freshmen in high school, I was on the basketball team (girls', of course) and Kira was a cheerleader. I used to really enjoy the time in the locker room pre and postgame, and before and after practices. Before was nice, because it was one big amateur strip show, just for me, and after games and practices, when we were all sweaty and ready for a shower. One time that freshman year of high school, right after the season started, before practice, there were 4 other girls and me changing from our school clothes (Lutheran school, little plaid skirts, white peter pan collared blouses, white socks, patent leather shoes - whether you're a girl or guy reading this, tell me you NEVER fantasized with making it with me, or somebody LIKE me, dressed up like that. Heck, it's no WONDER I got in trouble, LOL).

Anyway, we were undressing, and I could NOT take my eyes off two of the girls, who started a 'pretend striptease,' just for a goof. Cindy, and Melody, God, Cindy was a junior, a kind of 'cream with coffee' girl from Barbados - I think her mother was white, and her father from the Islands, slim, and a nice ass and tits. She coulda been a Playboy centerfold even as a high school junior. She was 6' 0" tall, and played center for our team. She was pretty good, and ended up getting a scholly to one of the JCs north of San Francisco. I think she's got a good shot at getting a scholly to a 4 year school like UC-Berkeley, or maybe even USC or UCLA. Anyway, she had long brown hair that she liked to tie up into corn rows, even though she wasn't really black. Her tits were 36D's, really humongous. She had a sweet ass, too, plump and round. My mouth had been watering from the first time I saw it, er, her, LOL.

She spoke with a musical Caribbean lilt, and had green eyes to go with her deep tan coloring. Before I joined the team, I'd heard rumors that she was lez, but then I heard that about most of the basketball team. Thank God it was true!

Melody was a sophomore, she looked like one of those goody two shoes types, who you'd figure never even heard about sex - plain looking, mediul length black hair, glasses, nothing to write home about body-wise, but respectably medium-sized tits, maybe an A+ size cup, a fit, tight ass, and trim. She was our '6th man,' and at 5' 11" could play guard or forward fairly well. I never had heard anything about her being gay, so I had no idea what to expect from her. I thought that if she WERE lez, she might be fun.

Anyway, Cindy started the whole thing this one time, and Melody joined in. The two of them started doing this mock striptease thing in the locker room, just the 5 of us, Cindy, Melody, a girl named Sharon and another named Eve, and, oh yeah, me. The two of them were dancing around, and humming that strip tease music. We started cracking up. Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and slowly stripped it off, striking poses the whole way. She looked pretty nice when she had the blouse off, with just a plain white Maidenform sports bra contrasting with her tan skin. 

I started to get very interested. I could see how her breasts were straining to get out of her bra, and I thought that I'd be happy to help her! Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the bra. I wondered what they'd taste like. Melody copied Cindy's moves, until her blouse was off too, but her tits were a lot smaller than Cindy's. Still, she had a nice flat tummy, and broad shoulders, some muscle development in her upper arms too, from lifting, and her back was nice and smooth, no zits or anything. Funny, she had shoulders like linebacker, and shoulder blades like a supermodel, but tits like the supermodel's younger sister. A very fuckable younger sister, though. I thought it might be nice to seduce her, if it turned out she wasn't a lezzy like me.

Anyway, Cindy upped the ante by teasingly slipping off her bra. Unhooking it, but holding the cups over her big D tits, then, flashing one, then the other. The other girls got really quiet when we got flashes of her brown nipples on her light brown breasts, and Melody joined in. I know I started to feel wet between my legs, anyway. Melody's A's weren't nearly as impressive as Cindy's, of course, but they'd fill your mouth if you sucked her, and when Melody pressed herself against Cindy's boobs, well, now, that was pretty impressive. And I guess I got an answer about Melody's sexual inclinations, very good news indeed.

Cindy got slightly pissed that Melody was trying to top her, given Cindy's automatic win on size alone, so Cindy started dancing around right in front of Melody, and put her hands on Melody's hips, sliding them up and down her muscular midriff, then sliding both hands around back to cup Melody's ass .... first over her plaid school skirt, then, slipping her hands under Melody's plaid skirt and cupping her nice round bottom through her panties. I could see Cindy rolling Melody's trim butt cheeks around - she was really groping her.

Melody got a surprised look on her face then, but moved closer to Cindy. Their faces got closer, and before anybody else knew what was happening, they were kissing. Oh, it was sweet. Melody's full pink lips, and Cindy's pink lips together, grinding, and from looking at their cheeks, it looked like they were frenching each other too. God! I was getting really wet now!

Then Melody's hands went right under Cindy's skirt, and now SHE was rubbing Cindy's fine round ass, while Cindy continued to feel up Melody. Their hands, by squeezing each other's butts so hard, were pulling their bodies together in front, and I guess their bushes were rubbing against each other, through their panties. Their naked breasts were rubbing together, and their nipples looked to be pretty long on both of them as they were stiff and erect. I wasn't even conscious of it, but my hand was between my legs, stroking the outside of my panties, right over my clit, which was making a tiny little bump in the cotton of the panties. There was a little wet spot starting there, too, and I could smell myself, all of which made me even hotter. I flipped up my skirt, and looked at the little wet spot between my legs, and it was definitely growing. There was even a little skin of cream on the outside where it was wettest, and I rubbed my finger over it to feel the slick wetness. It felt nice.

I looked up at Melody and Cindy now, and they were both moaning. Cindy put her fingers on Melody's skirt snap, and undid it. Melody gave a little hip shake, and her skirt fell around her ankles. Cindy then hooked her fingers in the waistband of Melody's bikini panties, and slid them down to mid thigh on Melody's legs. Melody had a nice, trimmed black bush above her wet little slit, which was nice and pink inside, and shining with her wetness. 

Melody returned the favor, sliding her fingers under Cindy's panties, under her skirt, and cupping Cindy's pussy in the palm of her hand. Cindy had a trim little brown bush at her pussy, tight, wiry pubic hair. Melody's bush was bigger, sticking way out, but trimmed. They started pushing their pussies together, and every time their little swollen clits connected with the other's pussy or leg, they gave a little jerk, as though they were cumming. I looked over at Sharon and Eve, the other two girls that I'd been ignoring during this show, and, shit, you'll never guess what THEY were doing!

They both still had their white uniform blouses on, buttoned up and everything, but from the waist on down, they were completely naked, their panties and plaid skirts lying on the floor near them. Sharon was kneeling between Eve's legs, and Eve had her knees pulled up to her chin, sitting on the edge of the bench, the panties long gone of course. Eve had something I had never seen on a girl over 14 or so - her pussy was completely shaved, bald and smooth so that I could see each and every fold of her labia, the deeper pink inside her dripping wet pussy, and even the round pink pearl of her engorged clit. Her pussy being so completely naked like that, turned me on immensely! Eve was blonde, with long hair, but like I said, no hair at all around her cunt.

Sharon, a red head, was tonguing Eve's pussy for all she was worth, and with a death grip on Eve's lightly tanned thighs. God, I didn't know which to look at first - Sharon's head between Eve's legs, or Sharon's lovely round creamy white ass cheeks, which were bouncing with the motion from her very aggressive carpet munching. I thought Sharon was going to stick her head up Eve's cunt, and that made me even hotter. 

But it looked like there wasn't anybody for me, so I lay flat on my back on the bench, where I could see both pairs of girls, and pulled my knees up to my breasts, and slipped my panties off, showing my own little twat, which back then I hadn't started shaving. I had a nicely trimmed red patch right above my stiff clit, and I started playing with it, pulling hairs up to pinch myself, then stroking my button. 

It was seeing Eve's bald pussy though, that gave me the idea of shaving my own little puss, and when I experienced the pleasure of licking a girl's smooth hole, combined with Eve telling me that her pleasure was multiplied with no hair to get in the way of another girl's tongue, and sometimes her tongue stud, I knew that was the way for me, too. 

I listened to the sighs and moans from the two sets of girls, and closed my eyes, pretending that they were fucking me, and my finger was going crazy between my legs, diddling my cunt and clit. My index finger and thumb on my left hand were holding my pussy lips spread wide, and my index finger on my right hand was tracing my pussy lips, and stroking lightly over my clit, making me jump, and I pretended that I was Eve, and Sharon was beginning to finger fuck me.

My finger would start to dip deeper inside my pink hole, and I started moaning with the pleasure of it, until I had two fingers slipping inside me, while my thumb scratched over top of my clit, as I came, again and again. I heard some clicks, and a whining sound, and I opened my eyes to see Melody taking pictures of me with a digital camera, of my pussy, my spread legs, my face, and two fingers that were deep inside of me, and I knew I was in trouble.

"Give me that," I said, and Melody laughed, and danced away. Probably if I'd played it cool she wouldn't have done anything with it, but because I got flustered she knew I was scared and she could control me.

"Unh unh unh," she said. "I think I'll have to decide what to do with some very juicy pictures of you playing with your little freshman twat," she said. "Of course, if you cooperate it'll go easier on you...."

"What do you want?" I said, getting a little mad. I hate to be teased.

"Well, you'll just have to join in our little reindeer games, won't you? So that we know you're trustworthy, I mean" she said. The other girls, all with just their panties back on, stood around and smiled at me. "It's not so bad, you'll like it," Eve said.

I had fucked all sorts of ways with Kira, so I wasn't a virgin to girl-girl action, but believe it or not, I'd never so much as kissed any other girl, or sucked another girl's tits. Remember, I was 14, a freshman, and had just barely reached puberty myself. I sighed, though secretly I was elated. Each girl had a body to die for, if you were another girl who liked pussy. And, apparently I was. "Okay," I said, without even hearing the terms of my surrender.

The four girls squealed and hugged me. "Now, lay back on the bench, like you were," Melody said. I did as she ordered, and she straddled the bench, her panty-covered pussy over my face. She lowered her plump young teenage girl twat on to my face, and I could smell her hot pussy juices, as the wet spot on her cotton panties touched my lips. "Kiss my pussy," she sighed, and I pretended I was kissing her pussy lips, the smell of her sex inflaming me and making me hot. "Umm yeah, that's nice," she said, rotating her hips so that my mouth touched her all over. I got frustrated with the panties keeping me from really enjoying her, so I used my hands to pull her panties off her fine ass and hips, and she lifted a leg up so that I could pull them all the way off her. 

Then she put her foot down again, and now her hairy crotch was all over my face, her bush tickling my nose as she tried to hump her wet slit on my tongue. I was happy to help, and I felt her cream oozing onto me as it overflowed from her heated cunt. I licked the lips of her pussy, the loose flesh there already swelling as her excitement increased, as she got hotter, and wetter, on my face. I stuck my tongue as far out as I could and fucked her tight hole with it, her cream coating my tongue, and lips, and flowing into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was getting all over my face and neck. It made me even hotter to know that I smelled like another teenaged girl's snatch.

I put my thumb and forefinger on her clit, gently squeezing it between them, which made her jump, then she started shaking as her cum hit her, my tongue trying to stay rooted inside her hot hole. After wetting my finger in her abundant pussy juice, I slipped it into her ass hole, which was apparently virginal, because she moaned and came all over me (again), excess fluid jetting from her vagina into my mouth the instant my finger sunk in as far up her ass as I could get it.

Ass play was nothing new for me, since Kira and I had both been interested in each other's full, round bottoms and tight ass holes even as kids, but our love for girl's asses blossomed further when we discovered how warm and tight another developed girl's ass could be, and how nice and hot it could taste and smell. After Melody calmed down a little, I whispered that she should switch herself around, so that her plump ass was facing me, instead of her wet pink hole. She did so readily, anxious to try something new, and I found myself looking at Melody's puckered brown hole, lying tight between her full, round butt cheeks, which were now flushed a rosy red. 

I could feel the heat off her ass, and the sweet musk of a girl's sweaty ass hole, as I pulled her bottom down onto my face. My nose and mouth fit right in between her hot cheeks, and my tongue slipped into her tight anus. She smelled and tasted like she was ready to be fucked (again), so I did, fucking my tongue in and out of her delicious ass, while two of my fingers together went inside her deliciously wet and slick pussy. Fucking both her tight holes that way at once, she was bouncing up and down on my face and hand. I flicked my thumb across her engorged clit, and she popped, screaming, "Fuck! Fuck me, Emily!! Fuck!!" over and over until Eve had to put her hand over Melody's mouth to shut her up.

"Sshh, Melody!! You'll queer it for the rest of us!" Eve hissed.

"God, I've NEVER cum like that!" exclaimed Melody. "You've got the best mouth I've ever felt," Emily said. She turned herself around yet again, her sweet little tush disappearing from my view, her hot little box reappearing. She leaned down and kissed my wet, musky face a long, french kiss, her tongue swabbing out all her cream and ass juices that collected there, then she licked my wet, cum-covered face for a while, before reluctantly moving away to give one of the others a chance.

Then it was Sharon's turn.



Free Birds Ch. 04



EMILY'S STORY - part 2

Hi, it's me, Emily Sterling again.    When you left me in the last chapter, I was explaining about the 'close' relationship between me and my twin sister Kira, and why I feel so miserable. Melody, one of my basketball teammates had just finished cumming on my face, and now apparently Sharon, another teammate was going to take a turn. As I mentioned in the last chapter, too, Sharon was a red head.

Now, I'm redheaded, but more of a coppery-brown shade, and my hair's cut short, even back then in high school. Sharon's was much longer, over her shoulders, straight and lustrous. Since her full name was Sharon Fitzgerald, you can probably picture her a little better. She had creamy, pale skin, with lots of freckles, some in places more interesting than just on her cheeks or nose. She had B cup breasts, very round and full, and like me, pink nipples, though quite long with wide areolas, a bright pink pussy and even her tight ass hole was pink inside, with a darker brown band around her anus.

She was 5' 6" tall, 110 pounds, and played guard for our team. She walked over to me as I sat on the locker room bench, and pushed me backwards so that I was lying on my back again. She leaned down to kiss me, and after a quick kiss on the lips, said, "Umm, you smell GOOD, girl!" I guess I did, as I was still covered with Melody's cunt and ass juices. Sharon unbuttoned my blouse, which was somehow still on, unhooked my bra, and fondled my small breasts, but I guess my erect nipples gave away my readiness - that is, if my oozing muff didn't already, LOL. Then Sharon reached down into her bag by my foot, and swiveled herself around so that her panty-clad bottom was in front of my face, with her facing my already soaked pussy. I couldn't see what she was doing. I heard a click, then a buzzing and I became confused.

Now, this might sound funny to you, but, as experienced as I was with Kira's, and now Melody's fingers, tongue, and other cute girl body parts, I had never had any experience with vibrators or dildoes, or anything else inside my pussy, even a candle stick, other than a girl's tongue or fingers. So when Sharon lightly touched my labia with the 7" vibrator, then slowly ran it up towards my clit, she got my attention very rapidly!

She pushed her sweet white butt back into my face, so I started kissing her ass, which smelled heavenly to me. I've always loved the smell of another girl's ass, starting with Kira and continuing through the present day. And if a girl's had that ass all covered up for the whole day, or longer, building up that delicious feminine musk, especially if she's been thinking about fucking the whole time, then it's even better. Female ass rules! I love looking at it, I love smelling it, and I REALLY love eating it.

I pulled her panties down so that I could get to the really good parts, and that's when I found out about Sharon's pink hole. I had her panties pulled down to her mid thigh, her perfectly white ass cheeks looked perfectly firm and round, though they quivered nicely as she moved. Between those perfect globes was nestled her tight, puckered hole, peeking sweetly out at me in an inviting way. And then, below that perfect ass, was a perfect split peach, all juicy and dripping as though just plucked from the tree, ready for eating.

Sharon pressed her now uncovered bottom onto my face, literally sitting on my face, and so long as my nose was exposed enough so that I could continue to get air, I was fine with the rotation from pussy to ass to pussy again, and again. Her tiny puckered rosebud of her anus swallowed up my tongue, after I forced it through her tightly guarded opening. It seemed that she wanted her ass lover, me, to fight for her treasure there, but once achieved, she welcomed my tongue back inside her over and over. And I loved entering her.

Her pussy, on the other hand, was wet and dripping, and I had no problem slipping two fingers inside her wet, slick hole. I loved licking that little peach, and would have eaten her all day if that buzzing little toy of hers hadn't hit my clit and set me off. "Shit!!! Fuck!!" I yelled from beneath her hot ass. I didn't know what else to say, it was like hitting your thumb with a hammer, only it felt good. I didn't know that jazzing my clit hard with a buzzing vibrator could make me explode inside, and cuss too, but then, 10 minutes before, I had never heard of a vibrator. I came at least 5 times, all in a row, and I think I even gushed. I'd never done that before, but then I'd never been 'buzzed' by another girl, either.

I'd have to ask Sharon if she'd sell me that vibrator. Things that felt that good must be illegal, 'cause it sure as hell wasn't fattening! 

Just after Sharon climbed down off me, she did something totally unexpected, that greatly excited me, and gave me something to think about, too. Sharon brought her hand around to her front, facing me, and cupped her hand below her hot pussy, looking me in the eyes as she concentrated. I heard a sizzling sound for a few seconds, and a few drops of some hot liquid splashed on my stomach. Sharon brought her hand over my face, and poured the contents of her cupped palm on my face, rubbing it into my skin. The hot, salty acrid taste and smell gave it away instantly. It was her piss! Sharon had peed into her cupped hand, and then splashed and rubbed it into my face, some of the salty liquid getting into my mouth. "There's part two of your initiation, frosh," she said, then leaned down and french kissed me, her tongue all over my pee-wetted face and mouth. I never encountered anything that exciting before. I knew I'd want to do something like that again.

We heard a couple of the other girls entering the locker room, so we hustled up to look like we were getting dressed. I didn't have time to put my panties or bra on under my practice shorts and jersey, so I just went naked underneath, and I hoped that no one would smell my cummy cunt. There was no way I could get by with a cum, pee and ass covered face though ("What's that on your face, Em? It looks like a girl's cum?" "No, it's a new facial cream I'm trying for zits, LOL."), so I sprinted for the handwash sinks to splash water on my face, then wiped it as best I could. I could definitely smell Melody and Sharon's cum and pee up inside my nose though, which kept my pussy wet. On the way out of the locker room, on the way to the girl's gym, Cindy and Eve whispered to me, "We're not through with you, newbie. Stick around after practice."

I grinned, but didn't say anything.

Coach Ledbetter, or 'Maria,' as she preferred to be called ran a hard practice, and we were sweating up a storm. I could feel sweat running down my stomach, then into my crotch and, with no cotton panties to wick it up, off my pussy lips, tickling me. Coach Ledbetter was about 30, and she looked a little butch, but very cute. She had medium length brown hair, brown eyes, 34A breasts, nice hips and ass, and she was 5'9" tall. She was tough, but fair, and helped me to become a better player, in many senses of the word. After an hour and a half, she finally called off practice, and told us to hit the showers.

Then Cindy spoke up. "Coach Maria," she said, in her lilting voice, "Young Emily here has asked that Eve and I help her with her moves. Would it be alright with you then, if we should continue to practice here, and make her better?"

Coach smiled, and said, "Sure thing, Cindy. I think you certainly could help Emily with her moves. I'll lock the doors from the outside so that you're not disturbed, and you can concentrate on the fundamentals." Still smiling, she walked off, leaving me alone with Cindy, the Caribbean beauty, and Eve, the blonde with the bald pussy.

After everyone was gone, Cindy walked over to me, and put her index finger under my chin, lifting it up so that I was looking into her startling green eyes. She said, "Now, young girl, you will learn how we play in the islands. It is a GOOD thing that you have green eyes, we are both blessed, young girl!" She put her hands on the hem of my jersey, and quickly lifted it up, over my head. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, that left me topless. I looked at her with astonishment.

"Oh yes, young lady, we ARE going to practice basketball, yes indeed, but no one said that we cannot have fun while doing it, now did they?" Her voice, and manner charmed me, and I grinned at her.

"Okay," I said. "But how about you?"

"Oh yes, she said, as she stripped off her own top, and her sports bra, her enormous D cups spilling out. They looked so luscious and beautiful! She was definitely all woman. Eve stripped off her top, and I got to see her B cups, nice and full and round, with small brown nipples and areolas. I felt small by comparison, as I was barely developed there, and never would be as big as either of them.

I went to get a basketball, and Cindy said, "Not yet, young woman, we're not in our practice uniforms yet." She put her hands on my shorts, and yanked them down to the floor. I stepped out of them. "I thought that I smelled a fine young piece of pussy out there," she laughed, then pulled down her own shorts, as Eve did the same. They were both wearing sweat-soaked panties.

"It's not fair if you both have panties on and I don't," I said. 

"Just what we were thinking," Eve grinned as they both pulled their wet panties down their legs. Eve's bald pussy was gleaming under the gym's halogen lights, and Cindy's brown bush was proud and prominent. I couldn't take my eyes off Eve's pink pussy lips, or Cindy's humongous tits. Now all each of us was wearing, were a pair of basketball shoes and white athletic socks. Other than that, we were completely naked, and dripping with sweat.

"Alright, young girl," Cindy said, bouncing the ball out to me at the free throw line. "You can practice driving to the basket now." I looked at her strangely. She really DID want to practice? I shrugged my thin shoulders, and, dribbling, drove at an angle for the basket to make a lay up. Just as I got to about 5' from the hoop, both Eve and Cindy moved into and under me, and I found my naked sweaty girl body running into two other, equally sweaty girl bodies. Our naked bodies rubbing into each other, over and over as we practiced, and re-practiced my moves, put a normally mundane part of improving basketball skills into a whole new perspective.

Eve taught me some new defensive moves, when I dribbled into the lane in front of the basket backwards, letting my ass protect the ball from the defender. So Eve bellied me up, pushing her slick naked front against my full, round ass, and 'swatting at the ball,' and coincidentally touching my swollen clit a couple of dozen times while doing so. I guess I didn't mind so much, as that led to a few orgasms. Unfortunately, every time I came, Eve or Cindy would steal the ball from me!

Cindy and Eve actually showed me different things that I could do to improve my moves, but we all seemed to keep banging into each other, Cindy's sweet tits pressing against me, her nipples stiffly erect, her hairy bush rubbing into my ass, or Eve's slick gash slipping on the outside of my thigh as she, quite literally, 'rode my hip.' Sweat was running down our bodies after a half hour of this, all of our nerve endings jangled with sexual tension as we could smell, and see each other's soaking wet muffs, and could even taste pussy, as happened in the last play of this extemporaneous practice, as Cindy drove on me under the basket, trying to lay the ball in, and me trying to defend against her.

Cindy had a great vertical leap for a girl, 34" at her best, which meant that she could get herself, and every part of her body, about 34" higher after jumping than it would be otherwise. Well, she leapt up to finger roll the ball in while I was vainly trying to stop her, about a foot in front of the hoop. That put her pink, sloppy wet pussy, and my face, in the same place, and I got 'teabagged,' as the guys call it. You can imagine what that might be like, hee hee.

Cindy made the basket, then leaned down to pick me up off the floor, where her hips hitting my head had put me. "Are you alright, little girl?" She said, not unkindly. "Most other girls would have backed off," she said.

"Most other girls are probably smarter than me," I said, ruefully. Cindy hugged me, her hot, sweaty body rubbing against mine. I heard Eve say, "And we've got your initiation to take care of now, Emily. Then you'll REALLY be a member of the team." Eve took my hand and, followed by Cindy, we walked, still naked to the back of the gym. "We need some real privacy for this," she said. I was curious what she meant.

The girls' gym had those fold out bleachers, the old wooden kind, that slide out like one side of a Mayan pyramid, and that leave a big space underneath that can't be seen from anywhere else in the gym. One section had been left folded out, and Eve led me by the hand under the bleachers about 20' in, halfway to the end. It was like a cozy, little hideaway. She had me stand on a little wooden platform, making me about 4" taller. I noticed that Cindy had brought a bag with her, but Eve distracted me by taking me in her arms and kissing me SO sweetly. I could feel her hot, wet body against me, her full, round breasts pressing against my smaller chest, her bald pussy rubbing against my slightly hairier one. Eve had a wonderful way of kissing, and I adored feeling her holding my naked, slippery bottom. I moaned into her mouth with pleasure, and my hands came up to caress her sweet breasts, slick against mine. Then Cindy took her place in my arms, and I thought, 'Getting to kiss them is a pretty easy initiation.'

It was then that I felt the hard thing between Cindy's legs bouncing against my thigh. "What the fuck...." I said, and looked down in horror to see that Cindy had this gigantic dick between her legs, and a strap around her waist securing the thing. "What the hell is that?" I squeaked, and Cindy took her hand and hefted what turned out to be a 14", and thick, double headed dildo, 7" of it sticking out in front of her, and 7" buried in her tight Caribbean cooze.

"This would be half of your initiation, young girl," she said, smiling. "If it is a place on the team you are desiring, that is." I looked at the monster cock between her legs, and it looked as though it were the size of a baseball bat.

"You want to put that up inside me?" I said, doubtfully.

"That is the traditional place for it, yes," she said.

I hid my face in her shoulder and mumbled something.

"What did you say, young one?" Cindy asked. 

I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. "I said, 'I've never been fucked' - I'm afraid," I said.

"We'll be gentle with you, little one," she said softly. "Would you like it to be some man who is your first?" I shook my head no.

"Just....please....go slow, please," I pleaded. Cindy brought her face to mine, leaning down, her warm breath sweet on my face, her lips caressing mine, teasing me, exciting me, the rubber dildo between my thighs now. Cindy was a marvelous lover, teasing and making me wet, until I could feel the tip of the dildo pressing against my opening.

"Easy, let it slip in," she whispered, her lips soft against my cheek, her warm breath in my ear. I lifted my hip up so that it could slip in and I experienced a marvelous feeling of fullness that took my breath away.

"Uhh, just let me catch my breath," I said. I looked down, and the rubber dick was about half way inside me. "Yeah, okay, a little more," I said, and Cindy entered me another inch deeper.

"Ohh, darling, your little pussy is so tight, and hot on my big dick. I want to fuck your sweet hole," Cindy whispered, as she slid herself the rest of the way inside me. When a little bumpy thing at the middle part of the dildo hit my clit, I saw fireworks. I clutched Cindy like I never wanted to let her go, and I never did. I guess you never forget your first real fuck, I know I never will!

Then, the real excitement began. Cindy began slipping the cock out of me, and it felt like she was slipping away from me. "No, no," I babbled, but soon quieted when I felt her filling my hungry pussy again. In and out, I think you all know how it works, she fucked me splendidly, ramming me home. I could see what the attraction in guys might be now, although I was just fine with another girl on the business end doing me.

We had a nice rhythm set up, her fucking in, me pushing my pussy further onto her, her pulling out, me pushing my pussy even further onto her, LOL, when Eve embraced me from behind. 'What a nice, loving thing to do,' I thought. She was hot against my ass. Then I noticed that she, too, had an unexpected addition to her sex, and she was intent on putting it up my poop chute.

Surprisingly, this went a little easier for me, because I had always enjoyed feeling Kira's fingers up my ass, and I knew how to relax my sphincter, plus I knew now what they were up to. I only hoped that she didn't have a dildo as big as Cindy's, because I didn't think I could take something that big up my ass! Eve was expert at slipping the, fortunately, smaller dildo into my ass, apparently this wasn't the first time that she had fucked another girl's ass hole. The two girls coordinated their pumping, so that they occasionally both filled me at the same time, and I could feel them rubbing against each other, with only the thin tissue of my vagina and rectum keeping them apart, and at other times pushing me backwards and forwards with the ferocity of their fucking.

Both girls were hugging and kissing me, Cindy kissing my lips, and frenching me SO sexily, her tongue fucking my warm little mouth, just as her big dick was fucking my little twat, and Eve was nipping at my neck and shoulders with her sharp little teeth, the pain of her love bites adding a piquant touch to the ecstasy that their mutual fucking of my ass and cunt were bringing to me. 

Although I had made both Melody and Sharon cum dozens of times each earlier, before practice, I hadn't had much opportunity to cum myself, and the tension and the pleasure had been building inside me, from having two hot girls sit on my face, covering me with their sexy cream, to having these two girls tease me with their naked bodies, until now, when they were openly filling me with their love, no teasing, just raw, thrusting sex. The sensations overwhelmed me until I moaned loudly, waves of sexual pleasure crashing over me, everything around me fading out, only the sensations of two hot, sweaty female bodies pressed against and inside of mine filling my perceptions. 

I felt as though I were floating, the most exquisite sensations diffusing through my body, a new pleasure discovered, and new friends made. The two girls began to slow their pumping, as they concentrated on moving the dildos inside themselves more than inside me, until essentially they were fucking themselves against me, and I became the girl with two dicks, LOL. As they shook with the intensity of their own orgasms, we slowly collapsed into a heap of sated lesbian lust on the floor, and I knew that I was now a member of their team!

Except for one more thing.



Free Birds Ch. 05



EMILY'S STORY - part 3

Okay, it's me, Emily Sterling, and my story has gotten out of hand here. This is part 3, and you still don't know why I'm miserable. So, I'm going to wrap this up, and the ‘Free Birds' story can move on.

In the first two parts, you know I talked about my ‘initiation' into my high school basketball team, AND I discovered a world of sex besides that I was having with my twin sister Kira - more on her later in this story.

About one month or so after the team initiated me, after the season was underway, and I'd even gotten into two games (yay! - although they were blowout wins for me to get put in the game by Coach Maria), Coach called me into her office after practice. She said that there were a couple of things that she wanted to go over with me, kind of a mid-season evaluation.

Coach Maria was about 30 years old, cute, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes, a cute ass and 34A breasts, and about 5' 9" tall. I didn't know much about her personal life, but I thought that she was a great coach, and she was respected by everybody. Anyway, she had me sit by her desk in a chair next to hers. She had an evaluation sheet, and she went over the areas that she thought I was strong in and where I could improve. But I really appreciated that she told me HOW I could improve in those areas. That’s one of the things that made her such a great coach.

There was a knock at her office door, which surprised me because I thought that all the other players had left. Coach Maria got up and opened the door, and there was a young woman of about 25 there, really cute, and very, very pregnant. She was pretty short, maybe 5' even, blonde hair, long and down on her shoulders, and enormous breasts, but I guess that’s not surprising considering she was pregnant. They hugged, and then, surprisingly, they kissed. Not a peck on the cheek type kiss, I mean a full bore, tongue in her mouth, ‘Emily and Kira alone in bed together at 2 AM' type kissing. I felt a tingle in my little pussy at seeing this, and wondered what was going on.

Coach ushered the woman in, and had her sit down in a chair with arms on it. She was wearing a maternity skirt and blouse, nothing too colorful, kind of beige all over. She plopped down with a sigh, looked at me, and smiled a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Nicole," she said, extending her hand to me, and so I shook it.

"Nicole's my wife," Coach Maria said, and my jaw DROPPED! Before I could say anything (which I guarantee would have ended up embarrassing me), Coach said, "Yeah, Emily, I'm a lesbian, and I'm married to another woman, which is what pretty much all lesbian women would do if they had someone they loved very much, and if they were allowed to get married to that person."

Of course, I rushed in to say something dumb. "Are you allowed to marry another woman?"

"Well, no, under the law we can't right now, but the pastor of our church is open-minded and realistic, and he married us ‘under God,' so as far as we're concerned, we're married. In order to have something like marriage in the eyes of the law, we've had to legally put everything in both names, like our mortgage, and cars, and all that. Frankly, it's a pain in the ass, but it's the only option available to us, at least until the law changes. And Emily, I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself, the school doesn’t know, and might fire me if they found out for sure."

I said, “It’s my secret Coach. I’ll never tell.” Coach and Nicole smiled at me.

"And as you can see, Nicole is pregnant. She was impregnated by a male donor friend of ours, and we're so excited about starting this part of our family." I thought about asking about that, but fortunately I recognized that there was no way I could venture into the impregnation thing without REALLY looking like an idiot. But, I thought about what a wonderful idea it was, for two women who loved each other to get married, and live happily together. A thought began percolating in the back of my head, and it would ultimately lead to my own misery.

"If you don't mind, Emily, Nicole came to see me, we're going out to dinner after I finish up here," Coach said.

"No, it's fine," I said, looking Nicole up and down. She was very lovely, and probably the pregnancy was a big part of that. She had a lovely glow all in her face, and I thought that her pregnant body was just about the most attractive thing I'd ever seen in a woman. Of course, I'd seen other pregnant women before, but never a pregnant lesbian, and I thought it was charming, and kind of exciting to me.

Nicole looked back at me just as intently, her dark eyes pulling me in. In a soft voice she said, "You're quite attractive Emily. You must have tons of boys after you...."

"Um, no, I'm not really interested in them," I said.

"Emily was initiated by the other girls on the team a month ago," Coach Maria told Nicole. "From what they've told me, she was very happy to be initiated." She looked at me frankly, and I blushed. I had never been sure what Coach knew of my initiation, and I figured it was a ‘don't ask, don't tell' kind of situation.

Nicole said, "Really...do you have any special....friends?" I knew what she meant. I didn't have any girlfriends, other than my sister Kira. We were fucking like mad, every chance we got, which was pretty much every night, but there was no way I could tell my Coach or Coach’s, uh, wife, that I was enthusiastically fucking my own sister.

"Uh, no," I said, looking down. Nicole leaned forward, and took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm and strong.

"Would you mind helping me out, Emily?" she said, in an even softer voice.

"What can I do?" I asked.

"We’re in the last month of the pregnancy, Emily, and that time puts a lot of stress on the mother-to-be. Our obstetrician tells us there's a couple of things we should do, to relieve discomfort, but I always need a partner. Maria usually takes care of it, but some variation would help, and frankly, make it a little more exciting for us both. And you, if you're interested."

"I'll do anything to help," I said.

"Well, it involves you jilling Nicole, to tell the truth," Maria said.

"‘Jilling?'" I said.

"Um, playing with her, to help her have an orgasm. It relieves the pressure on her uterus, and also stimulates her breasts. Would you be interested?"

"It sounds very exciting," I said. "If it would help, yes, I would!"

"Good," Maria said. She had me move my chair next to Nicole's, so that we were sitting side by side. Nicole looked at me lovingly, and gently took my hand, bringing it between her legs, under her skirt and the bulge of her stomach. It was warm and damp there, and I loved the feel of her pussy through the thin fabric of her cotton panties.

"Do you know how...." Maria began, and Nicole interjected, "Oh yeah, she knows!" as my fingers, long used to the touch of a wet pussy under them, whether mine or Kira's, had automatically begun tracing the outline of Nicole's swollen labia, and her already prominent clit. She was quite wet, as the soaked condition of her panties already testified.

"Oh, that's SO good, Emily," Nicole sighed as I stroked and caressed her. She slouched down a little in the chair, bringing her pussy to the edge of the seat. I slipped my fingers through the leg hole of her panties , and quickly found her slippery slit. "Oh, God!" Nicole exclaimed, as I slipped my finger inside her. I'm afraid at that point, we all kinda lost control.

I got out of the chair, and knelt in front of Nicole, lifting up her skirt so that I could look at her panties, with the big wet spot, and her swollen pussy lips very pronounced through the fabric, showing a ‘cameltoe.' Nicole held her skirt up so that I had my hands free, as she was very excited now, and open to what I might want to do. I put my fingers on the over-stressed waist band of her panties, and slipped them off her, Nicole lifting up her remarkably big bottom as best she could to allow me to strip her.

Her pussy was absolutely beautiful. It was an angry purple, all her parts swollen, I guess from the pregnancy and also from her excitement. I love a young girl's delicate pink pussy and clit, but a real woman's pussy is very thrilling and beautiful in its own way. I brought my face close to her, and I could smell Nicole's sexual musk wafting up straight to my nose. Maria, behind me, lifted up my practice shirt, and pulled it over my head, off me, then she unhooked my bra, and I shrugged it off, so that I was topless in front of these two women. I looked up at Nicole, and she glanced at Maria, and she nodded imperceptibly, as I brought my mouth to her hot, wet, swollen, mother-to-be cunt, and began lapping her for all I was worth.

Her pussy was very tasty, different from a girl's, I guess due to the pregnancy, but just as delicious. She was producing creamy clear liquid, almost faster than I could lick it up, but I loved the taste, and especially the thought that I had my tongue inside a pregnant woman’s vagina. My hands were on her hips, but Nicole took one of my hands, and placed it on her swollen belly, and the other hand on her enormous breasts. What a difference from a girl she was!

I felt something moving under my hand, and Nicole said, “Do you feel that, Emily? That’s the baby kicking!” I was thrilled to feel and be a part of such a primal component of womanhood, and I fell in love with that wonderful baby, and knew that I would want to be a mother some day, perhaps the way that Nicole and Maria had achieved it.

My other hand was on one of Nicole’s breasts, and her front was all wet. I stopped and glanced up - there were two big wet circles in her blouse where her nipples were. “Emily, Nicole is releasing milk, due to your stimulation of her,” Maria said. Wow!

I could only get Nicole to lift her legs a little so that I could suck on her clit, but fastened my lips on it and gently sucked her large pebble, causing Nicole to moan with pleasure. “Oh, that’s so nice, Emily, suck my clit, yeah! Put your finger inside me, fuck my little twat with your finger!” I jilled her with my fingers while I licked her, and groped around her boobs with my free hand.

Meanwhile, I felt Maria (I guess) pull down my gym shorts and panties, cool air hitting my naked, teen-aged girl’s ass. Her hands were all over my bottom, caressing my round, full butt, and my pussy tingled at the stimulation. Next I felt Maria caressing my clit, and I could already feel my lubrication running down the insides of my thighs. 

Nicole soon came, and came, and came, tremors running through her thighs as jolts of pleasure arced from her clit to her brain, and back again. Her juices increased, and she actually gushed out some liquid onto my face, and into my mouth, some of which I drank, and some of which I wore. I looked up, and Nicole was unbuttoning her blouse, and unsnapping the cups of her bra, I guess it was made that way, and later they told me it was a nursing bra. Then she decided to just take it all off, the bra and her blouse. That was when I saw that she didn’t shave under her arms, and she had pretty big blonde bushes under each arm.

I could smell the odor of her perspiration and sex from under her arms, and I went wild with desire for her, and any other female who happened along while I was under the spell of her body perfume. I also decided that I would go without shaving that part of my body, something that my lovers ever since have said is their number one turn-on.

Her breasts spilled out, and they were really big (but I already said that, didn’t I), and her nipples were giant, too, kind of long and thick. There were little tiny white spots, each about the size of a pinhead, maybe twenty or so, on the tip of each nipple, and I learned that that’s how milk comes out.

“Would you like to taste my milk?” Nicole asked, smiling at me. Would I?

I nearly yelled, “Yes!” Meanwhile, I felt Maria pulling my shorts all the way off my legs, so that I was completely bare now, except for a pair of white gym socks. Maria spread my legs, and I raised myself up to bring my mouth to one of Nicole’s breasts, her nipple slipping into my mouth, warm and wet on my tongue. I felt Maria’s bush behind me, on my ass, and from my initiation, I knew that meant she was naked and rubbing her pussy against me. Well, her pussy, and a cock like Cindy had used, big and long, but instead of slipping it into my ass (thank God!), she slipped it inside my dripping pussy from behind.

I’d never been fucked in my pussy from behind, but it felt really great, especially when Maria brought her hand around front, between my legs, and started lightly pinching my clit. God, she was slamming that hard rubber thing deep inside my pussy, and her hot body pressing into my ass, then following it up with her fingers on my clit, and I came about a thousand times, the rubber dick pulling out gallons of my cream every time Maria pulled nearly out of me, teasing me before slamming back hard inside me.

Meanwhile, Nicole was helping teach me how to drink her milk, telling me to suck gently and for a long time, then kind of milking her breast with her hand and fingers, and I’d get a small gush of sweet tasting mother’s milk, right from the mother! Then she’d have me switch to the other breast, and I’d suck that. I fell in love with the whole idea of being a mother, then, how fulfilling it really is to do something that no man could ever really manage, and to care for another person when they couldn’t care for themself, and watch them grow, and develop feelings, and everything.

We were happy like that for a while, Maria fucking me ‘doggy-style’ (she called it), and me sucking on Nicole’s boobs. But eventually, we all had to slow down, and I knew I was going to miss the feel of Nicole’s nipples in my mouth, her milk gushing, and the feel of Maria’s big dick inside me. We kind of just wound down, and rested a while. Nicole put her hand under my chin, gently lifted my face up, and looking me in the eyes, said, “Was that good for you, honey? Is there anything you want?”

I nodded, stars in my eyes - Nicole was my new hero! “Yeah, I’d like to smell under your arms...” Nicole smiled, and said, “Yeah, Maria likes that too.” I got up and sniffed in her hot, wet, hairy armpits and the odor drove me crazy, so that I was licking her pits, and it was almost as good as licking a hairy cunt, which is pretty cool, too.

Then Nicole said, “I have to go pee, Emily. Would you help me get there?” I shook my head up and down. “Sure,” I said. I got out of Nicole’s way, and put on my gym shorts and jersey. Nicole kind of swayed her way up to a standing position, rocking from one side to the other, then headed for the private bathroom right off Maria’s office.

I led her in, then positioned her over the seat, and guided her in for a landing. I giggled, it was kind of like the space shuttle joining with a space station, her giant ass docking with the tiny toilet seat. Then Nicole said, “Because of my pregnancy, my pee sometimes shoots out between the seat and the toilet. Would you mind putting your hand there to keep it from spilling out?” Well, I had been thinking about how much fun pee was since the initiation the month before, and nodded happily.

I slipped my hand inside the toilet, right below seat level, between her legs, and Nicole let her hot pee jet out. I was fascinated watching the sparkling golden liquid that her body had produced, and the salty smell, like the ocean near our home, but somehow ‘hot’ smelling, the comforting feel of her hot liquid running over my hand and fingers, and finally, the hissing sound her peeing made, coming out of her body, and hitting my hand and water. I found the whole thing highly erotic, and I actually came once or twice from it, without even trying.

After she was done, I pulled my hand out from between her warm legs, my fingers dripping golden dew, and brought it to my nose, then mouth, tasting it tentatively. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Nicole spoke up, stirring my reverie. “Maria and I like to play with each other’s pee sometimes, too.”

I felt a tingle in my clit at the thought of Nicole and Maria doing pee play with each other, maybe even drinking each other’s hot pee! The things I was learning! I hoped that maybe Kira and I could do it, too. We finished cleaning up, then I went and showered (by myself, unfortunately), and went home, after saying goodbye to Maria and Nicole, and telling them how much I’d enjoyed our time together. They promised to invite me to the baby’s christening, and I hoped that maybe we could play again sometime, too.

I hurried home, with lots to think about. Kira noticed my mood as soon as I stepped inside. She is so perceptive, and so perfect. I really love Kira. I grinned at her, and promised I’d tell her all about it when we were in bed. Kira knew what that meant, as we always saved our sex talk for bed, when we could be naked and alone together.

So, later that night, there we were in bed together. We like to start out slow and easy, both of us wearing nightgowns. We moved closer together, feeling each other’s body heat, until we were just an inch or two apart, our faces so close. We looked in each other’s eyes, by the moonlight streaming in through the window - it was so romantic! I started telling Kira about the events of the day, just as I had told her about my initiation.

And just as had happened with her that time, Kira started kissing my face while I talked, then kissed her way down my body, me talking all the while, getting her, and me, hot. We started side by side, then I lay flat on my back while Kira kissed her way down my body, through my nightgown, the story getting hotter and hotter, just like the two of us.

Kira went all the way down to my feet, then she started kissing ME, meaning my skin, not the dumb ol’ gown, first taking each of my toes in her mouth and sucking on them like they were each little cocks. She does that only sometimes, but she already had me cumming by then. Then she moved aside the front-opening gown just a little, and kissed up my legs, each side of my calves, and my shins. The most exciting thing is that, while she’s kissing me, she’s stripping me naked in slow motion, from a completely night gowned teenage girl, to a completely naked dripping slut, by the time she finishes.

Anyway, she slipped my nightgown off my thighs, and my little pussy was now exposed, but Kira took her time, kissing my lightly tanned thighs, both on the outside, then the fronts of my thighs, lots of little kisses, with a little tongue here and there. Then, pushing the nightgown to either side of my hips, kissing along my hipbone on both sides, teasing my pussy and clit, that she knew damn well were begging to be kissed and licked. But Kira’s a lot more patient than I am. She moved the nightgown off from over my navel, and at least she fucked my inny navel with her tongue, which felt good, but didn’t make me cum. I was getting more tightly wound with the teasing.

Just when I got to the breast sucking part of the story (remember, I’m telling the story with Nicole and Maria that I just told you), Kira moved the night gown off my breasts, my nipples standing erect, of course, begging to be sucked. So, Kira did, but gently, softly, not hard and hurty like I wanted her to, which just made me that much wetter and excited. God, she’s such a bitch when she plays with me!

By this time, at least my whole front is naked and ready to rocket off at the slightest touch. So Kira gets off the bed, takes off her night gown, and I could see that she was naked. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, and in the moonlight, she looked like a black and white photograph of the greatest model or actress or whatever you can think of that you think is most beautiful, and my heart ached at the sheer magnificence of my sister. She pirouetted for me, knowing my eyes were riveted to her fantastic, feminine body, and her wanting to please me, too.




Free Birds Ch. 05



I could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight, as she gently fingered herself there, standing next to our bed, her fingers slowly pulling her cunt lips apart, showing me her shadowy pink interior, now rendered as a gray charcoal sketch, but her pussy fragrance filling in the blanks in what I could see in the dim light. I could hear her finger making sloshing sounds as her pussy approached its limits of how much of her moisture it could contain, before SHE would explode in pleasure.

When she brought herself to the heights of sexual readiness, as ready to cum at a stray breeze as I was, Kira carefully crawled back onto the bed, her head down by my pussy, but a foot above it, her sweet, sweet snatch above my head, a mile and twelve inches away. Then, when Kira judged the moment to be right, she whispered, “Emily, I love you,” and descended on me, her mouth immediately devouring my pussy, liquid bursting forth from my sex in an instant as I came time after time, beyond belief or memory, her wet, unbelievably fluid and hot center on my mouth, greedily demanding that my lips, tongue and mouth worship her, and me striving to please the holiest of all women, and, Kira be praised, me succeeding, my beautiful, wondrous sister whose name is Love, cumming and cumming and cumming without end, spraying her fluid onto me, her blessed sister.

In that act, lies the perfect moment of my life, the one time on my death bed that I will look back and say, “That moment was perfect.” And in that act lies the curse of my life, the one time that will torture me forever so long as I am condemned to trudge this blasted world of ash and cinder.

For I love my sister Kira, with a love blistering hot. I must be hers forever, serve her forever, or die trying. I want to be my sister’s wife forever, I want to bear her babies, as many as she desires. Do anything for her, serve her in heaven and on earth, seek only to bring her pleasure. I love Kira. Not as a sister, though I do, but as her lover, her mate, and I will never, ever love another like that.

And Kira loves me only as a sister.



Free Birds Ch. 06



Rachel's Story - Part 1

Hi, it's me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story - I was in "Ugly Duckling," (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn't a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions.

In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Believe it or not, there's a problem with that, and I'll explain it later. Kira and I have made love nearly every night, since about two months into the semester, when she seduced me (though I was more than willing), and inflicted her cute little cheerleader body on me every chance she got. She was a bi sophomore, and I was a virginal, naive freshman. Well, virginal in that I had never fucked, or been fucked by, another girl. I had grown up masturbating constantly over the thought of other girls naked, so it's not like I had been resistant to the idea of this beautiful college girl teasing, licking and filling my every hole. And I mean, every hole. So, we fucked constantly.

Typically Kira, with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders, would start it by crawling into our shared bed with me, her warm, soft, oh so fragrant body slipping under the sheets, and whether I was asleep or not, she'd kiss me lovingly, her soft, full pink lips pressing insistently against mine, her need expressed in every touch. Her tongue would venture shyly into my mouth, sharing our fluids, a precursor to other fluids that we'd share later in our lovemaking, a thought that never failed to excite me, ironically making me produce even more liquid. Her pink little tongue would tease me, dancing with my own, the excitement expressed in my own tongue's responses echoed by the stiffening in my clitoris, which would begin swelling and peeking out from under its sheath above my pussy.

As Kira teased me further along, slowly building me to an eventual orgasm, our bodies would unite first at our lips, then we'd slowly join our bodies together, my soft hands touching her firm, smooth hands, our slim fingers interlacing as urgency overtook us. I could tell how excited Kira was by how hard she'd squeeze my fingers. When her grip absolutely hurt, I knew I was in for a full night of fucking, and I so looked forward to her hurting me, at least in that way! Her long polished fingernails digging into my skin I came to associate with the naughtiest orgasms she would give me. 

Soon, my erect brown nipples would be kissing her hard, pink ones, then my small breasts nestling against, then eagerly embraced by, her full breasts, the sensation of warm, loving feminine mammary flesh pressing against my own often bringing me to small, preliminary cums, a warm flush spreading through my breasts along with strong tingles emanating from my pussy and radiating through my body. 

As Kira would loom over my prone body, her full, feminine body just above mine, my body quivering softly under her command, her eyes intently locked on mine, her sweet, warm breath filling my being, she would adjust her position to suit herself, the fronts of her smooth thighs pressing against the fronts of my thighs, our smooth legs rubbing together, then, slowly her leg slipping in between mine, my legs submissively spreading wide.

Her wet pussy would kiss my thigh at the exact moment that her own thigh would press insistently against my own cunt, our hips and pussies fucking softly. The molten liquid of her slit would burn into my leg, making my own pussy even wetter, knowing that I was feeling Kira's excitement. I could always identify my female lover's smell then, her pussy musk, and body splash and sweet breath making an unforgettable olfactory trigger that eventually came to make me cum, simply in Pavlovian reaction to the combined smells, and the pleasures I came to expect when smelling them!

Eventually, all of our clothes would be off, stripped off in haste or at leisure, by our own hand or by the other, a hot and bothered lover, even to the extent that we'd occasionally rip each other's nighties, bra or panties in removing them, and laugh about it, and then we'd tease each other - warm, wet mouth sucking each other's fragrant, hard nipples, or conversely, teasing one another's lips with our nipples, and with our slim fingertips, sometimes sucking on fingertips like large clits, stroking each other's hard pink clits, pinching those hard little pearls of pleasure, fingers slippery with each other's cum, dipping fingers deep inside into each other's moist pussy, bringing those liquid-tipped fingers to each other's mouth and to our own, and when we were really hot, fucking each other's ass hole with a tongue and fingers.

Kira has a beautiful, dynamite body, but I think it's her ass that turns me on the most, or maybe just the thought that I'm licking another girl's poop chute (to be coarse about it). I never realized that I could spend literally hours licking her pink, puckered hole and make both she and I cum from the experience. Kira introduced me to the pleasures of finger fucking a girl's ass to orgasm, followed by licking that same orifice to multiple subsequent cums. 

And caressing her round, warm bottom, tickling and teasing those beautiful, welcoming pillows both through her panties, and after I've stripped them off her makes us both experience very strong shudders of ecstasy. Kira keeps her bottom scrupulously clean for me, as I do for her, so that our noses fill with each other's feminine musk, and just a hint of a darker smell. Kira also showed me how to fuck a girl's ass with a small dildo, and I had to pretend again and again that I didn't cum, even though I came countless times, simply so that she wouldn't stop fucking my ass with that delightful black-colored toy. Kira taught me so much about woman-woman love, that I feel like I've betrayed her. But, there were ... problems between us.

"Kira, do you love me?" I asked her one night, lying on my back, my knees up and spread, while Kira lay between my thighs, licking my pussy.

"Umm?" she asked, raising her head. "Of course, I love you SO much, baby," she said. "Why?"

"Oh, good," I said. Kira lowered her head, and presently I felt her tongue lapping delightfully at my wet slit, and around, and on, my clit. After a little while I said, "Do you like boys better than me?"

Kira looked up again. "Rachel, why the third degree? Is there something bothering you?"

"No, nothing," I said. "I was just wondering if being fucked by a guy is better than being loved by another woman." Kira looked at me with a funny expression.

"Rachel, I think that your mother built a lot of doubt into you, by treating you so horribly. Please don't let it affect your relationship today, please, baby? And to answer your question, guys suck at fucking, okay? I have all the happiness I could ever want with you, believe me. You're the best lover I've ever had." I still wasn't satisfied, but I decided to keep my doubts to myself. I had this nagging feeling that Kira would one day go back to guys, and leave me all alone. I guess that was one of the first indications that this would end up with us both in a very complicated situation.

One thing about Kira that at first turned me on, but which also terrified me, and which she didn't show me until recently, was her exhibitionism. At first I thought that the occasions in which she would flash other girls with her hot, young body were completely innocent, but later I began to have doubts. Or maybe I should have known that she might like to show off, with her being a cheerleader....in any case, it became one more thing that piled onto my doubts about Kira and me.

One time, Kira and I decided to go to the Diversity Fair, on campus. It was set up at the 'farm' part of campus, at a combined mini-fairgrounds and pasture. It was just basically a carnival with rides and games, but some of the money went to various campus groups that promote diversity. While we were getting dressed to go, Kira had put on a short black leather skirt, and a white cotton top. "Gosh, I didn't know you HAD a skirt like that," I said. "That's really kind of ... hot!" I was just wearing khaki cargo shorts, and a yellow velour tee, and feeling sort of underdressed.

"Come here, I'll show you something," Kira said, with a 'come hither' look in her eye. I walked over and put my right hand on her shoulder, as she faced me.

"Yes, dear?" I asked, jokingly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, she said, "Check this out," and took my other hand, her eyes still locked onto mine, and brought it under her skirt to the damp crevice between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and my finger quickly slipped inside her wet slit, in and out lightly.

"I thought it would be fun to go 'sans panties,' just to see what it would be like," she said. "So far, it's pretty hot, don't you think?" She took my hand in hers again, and brought it up to her face, her warm, wet lips slipping over my forefinger, sucking her cum off my finger as though she were sucking a dick. That certainly got ME hot, and wet!

"Yeah," I said, "it sure is! But I'M not going to do that, I don't have the courage." 

"Well, it's just for a goof," Kira assured me. It was twilight, just the early part of the evening, when we walked out of the dorm, down the hill and past the leafless trees to the big, open grassy field that served as the carnival area, with its few permanent cinder block restroom buildings, . The colorful lights were flashing on the rides, the typical carnival music blaring, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was so strong it was almost sickening, and I flashed back to a time when my mother had taken me to the carnival in our town in Indiana when I was a small girl, maybe six years old. I had gotten lost there, and wandered around for what seemed like hours, before a police woman had found me, taken me back to the carnival office, and they'd located my mother.

I'd always thought that it was my fault, being a typical little girl, I had probably wandered off, attracted by the lights and noise, and no doubt my mother was searching frantically for me. It was only in the light of my adult awareness that I remembered the police woman remarking to a co-worker, "It was the funniest thing. She wasn't at all concerned, and when we told her we had her daughter, she seemed almost ... disappointed." As those memories flashed through my mind, another nail in the coffin of my already overpowering dislike of my mother, I squeezed Kira's hand hard, causing her to yelp.

"Ouch, are you okay?" Kira asked. She looked at me uncertainly.

"Yeah, it's okay now," I said, smiling as my beautiful present drowned out my ugly past. Kira spotted the most prominent ride, and asked me if I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, and I said sure. We stepped up into the gondola, and when we sat down, Kira whispered in my ear, "Wow, it feels REALLY cool without panties," and innocently waggled her legs open and closed a couple of times. 

There was a blonde teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and an orchid halter, and she and her boyfriend were standing in front of the Ferris Wheel looking right at us when Kira spread her legs wide. The girl could see right between Kira's legs, and she smiled when Kira flashed her with a nice view of her pink little pussy, but the boy just looked dopey. I shook my head, figuring Kira's little stunt was eventually going to get her in trouble. 

Kira must have been really horny that night, because as we were getting on another ride, one of those teacup rides that spin around and try to make you sick, and just as I sat down, Kira shoved her hand down the back of my shorts, and for the whole ride, her hand was on my bare ass, her finger diddling my ass hole! The centrifugal force drove my ass onto her finger, and I enjoyed the feeling, but her boldness with all those people around made me nervous. I really blushed when the ride was over and I got up - Kira pulled her finger out of my ass, and sucked on it, in front of everybody, though fortunately nobody else knew where it had been!

About a half hour later, after a Mega Soda each, we both had to pee, so we headed over to one of the fairgrounds' restrooms. They were white-painted cinder block, and looked like they'd been built 30 years ago, but at least they were clean, and they smelled clean, or at least didn't smell like old pee. The dopey looking teenage boy from the Ferris Wheel flashing was standing around smoking a cigarette outside the girls' room, I guessed he was waiting for his cute girlfriend. We went in, which was shocking in itself, usually there's a long line, lol.

When we got inside, our eyes squinting in the damp darkness, standing at one of the hand sinks drying her hands, was the cute blonde girl, and she looked even cuter up close. She had to have had C cups, sitting up perkily. I had to admit they were tasty looking, and her ass looked great, full and round under her denim skirt, her tanned thighs bare. She boldly went up to Kira as she headed for a stall, and said, "Hi!"smiling at both Kira and me.

Just like that, she was coming on to Kira, in front of me, with her boyfriend outside the door, and in a public restroom. I was even more surprised when the girl curled her hand under Kira's skirt, about halfway up her thigh, then walked her fingers up the inside of Kira's thigh, getting closer and closer to Kira's wet honeypot. Kira turned and looked seriously at her full on, I thought she might smack her - instead, Kira spread her legs a little wider, and then smiled at her.

Kira said, "C'mon," and gestured to me, and the two of them went into the handicapped stall. I was frozen, torn between jealousy and lust, then I followed the two lissome girls inside. Kira sat down on the toilet seat, and dropped her leather skirt onto her feet, careful to keep it off the floor, and began peeing into the toilet, a long, loud, salty-smelling stream, then gestured to the girl to approach her. Kira looked up at me and said, "It's okay, babe." I didn't really know what to think, I was torn between the prospect of raw sex, and the affection I had for Kira. 

The attraction of raw sex moved into the lead when the blonde, her back to me and standing no more than six inches in front of Kira, hiked up her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her light blue satin panties slipped midway down her thighs. Her smooth, round ass, creamy white and delicious looking, was bare before my eyes, and her pussy just inches away from Kira's face. I could smell the girl's hot, wet musk - she must have been creaming in her panties for some time. Perhaps since Kira had flashed her with a memorable view of her own bare snatch.

The girl's ass was really cute, and if I were bolder I might have bent down and licked it, but instead Kira put her hands on waistband of the girl's panties, turning them so that the white inner cotton crotch panel was exposed to Kira's eyes, and then her tongue, as she licked at the sweet female cream the girl had left there. The girl moaned, and ran the fingers of one hand through Kira's luxurious blonde hair. Her other hand was caressing one of her own full, round breasts through the flimsy synthetic fabric of the halter top. Her nipples were poking through, it was clear that they were mouth-wateringly long. And those boobs must have been firm to sit up so high, since she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. 

Kira then grasped the girl's hips, and pulled her pussy, with its small, trimmed blonde bush, toward her face. It was apparent that she was licking the girl's pussy - I might be naive, but I'm not stupid. The girl's ass was shaking with ecstasy, and I thought to myself, 'it must be jam, 'cause jelly don't shake like that.' She looked as though she came, a couple of times, her hips banging on Kira's face, then the girl smiled, stepped back and turned to me, saying, "It's your turn, honey," in a sweet young girl voice.

Kira's face was shiny and wet with the girl's cum, and I could smell the girl's pussy on her face. As though in a trance, I unzipped my shorts, and pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs, and Kira began to service me, too. Kira's tongue is always heavenly, and I gave myself over to the sensations, and soon I too was cumming on Kira's wet face, the girl's cum juice mingling with mine in Kira's lovely mouth. Her tongue snaked in and out of my hole, and I humped myself on her face. I got off on the thought of this anonymous girl and I both creaming our muffs on Kira's hungry tongue and mouth, our lubrication mixing together inside of Kira.

I could feel the cute blonde's hand on my bare ass, apparently she wasn't as shy as I am, her finger creeping between my butt cheeks, and finding my moist brown puckered hole. I rotated my ass around, and she slipped her finger inside me, fucking my ass while Kira licked my cunt. I came countless times, then begged them to stop. Finally, we heard a voice whine from outside the building, "Honey, are you EVER coming out?" and we all laughed, then the girl got a rueful look and said, "Geez, I've gotta go! My dumb ass boyfriend may finally realize I'm not with him."

Kira blurted out, "Madison Hall, 5th floor, Kira and Rachel," and the girl looked at us thoughtfully, and said, "Thanks. I'm Beverly, Edison Hall, 1st floor. Maybe we can get together again." She looked at me as she said this, not looking at Kira at all, which confused me, but secretly thrilled me too.

Beverly left, opening the painted wooden stall door, giving Kira and I a view of a florid-faced fat woman turning to enter the stall, who then stopped in shock when she spotted us. I slammed the door closed, re-latched it and I turned to Kira, still seated on the toilet, her skirt still at her feet. I couldn't help but notice her sweet pink slit, as she had her legs spread wide for me. Kira was grinning, but I was mad, even with the delicious view.

"Dammit, Kira, I can't believe you did that! Fucking some stranger, and in front of me!" I felt angry inside, although somewhat hot and bothered. I heard the shrill voice of the fat woman outside the stall yelling "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna pee my damn pants!" followed by heavy footsteps retreating from our end of the room.

"That fat babe can go piss in the sink. Come here, sweety," Kira said, taking my hands. "You know I love you, and only you. It's just fucking with these other girls, it's love with you." 

Well, I can't stay angry for long with Kira, and so I kissed her, and said, "Okay, but I need some warning if that ever happens again. And I have to pee too." I longed for what happened among the three of us to happen again, as the cum was so intense and pleasurable, but I dreaded it, because it was too dangerous for a girl on scholarship, as well as possibly destructive of our relationship, which even now was evolving and changing. I could end up out of school, and alone, and I feared that more than anything.

"Sure, hon," Kira said, then wiped herself, pulled up her skirt and got up to allow me to sit. I did, sitting on the now-warm seat, and letting loose a long stream of pee. While I was peeing, Kira stood in front of me, now lifting her skirt and showing me her beautiful little pussy. Her finger was circling her little button, and slipping in and out her slit, just up to her first knuckle. "Oh baby, please please me, okay?" she said, sweetly. Too sweetly for me to ignore, especially considering how pretty her hot, wet little muff looked to my enthralled eyes, and how nice it smelled.

I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, so I put my hands under her skirt, on her hips, then moved them back to grasp her round bottom, each hand full of beautiful, hot, girl ass. I pulled her cunt to my mouth, and licked up and down her wet slit, and her hard, pink little clit, smelling her sexy musk along with the leather of the skirt, and the salty taste of her pee, loving every bit of it. I nibbled at her lips along both sides of her opening, and with my hands on her full, round ass, fingered around her puckered pink hole, knowing how much Kira loved to have her ass played with.




Free Birds Ch. 06



I simultaneously bit down on her clit with my lips, and slipped two fingers deep inside her hot ass, and Kira bucked as orgasms washed over her sweet body, a small gush of fluid from her pussy, most of which I caught in my mouth, me drinking her cum. Kira's hands on the back of my head beat a staccato beat, as she orgasmed delightfully, and moaned so loudly that I thought she'd have the security people come running. She pressed her cunt harder against my face as she finished her cum. "Oh, Rachel, fuck me with your tongue, baby!" she exclaimed.

I finished lapping at her sweet, wet slit, then stood up, my shorts still around my feet. My hand went to Kira's pussy, and hers to mine. We kissed, tasting our own cum on the other's lips, and moaned into each other's mouth, as our fingers slipped in and out of each other's pussy, extending our passion little longer. "That was so good, baby," Kira cooed, and I smiled at her.

"I love your touch, Kira," I said, but deep inside I had too many conflicting thoughts to be able to say 'I love you,' and I felt sad. I kissed her sadly, and sweetly. I don't know if Kira noticed my consternation.

When we walked out of the stall, I noticed a girl who looked familiar, and remembered she was the redheaded student from the elevator at Madison Hall, who'd been the one who caught us kissing in the elevator. Her name, I thought, was Kim. "Hi," I said shyly, not sure of what she knew, although she'd have to be pretty dumb not to suspect something. Of course, this was college, and colleges are full of dumb people. But anyway, I had a sneaking feeling that she'd show up again, sometime.

It didn't take long.



Free Birds Ch. 07



Hi, it's me again, Rachel. I'm trying to finish up my part of 'Free Birds,' where I explain some decisions I make, and so that you can understand me better. In Part 1 of my story, I explained that I have a real fear of being abandoned, and where that fear came from. In this part, you'll learn a little bit more about me, and how it affects my relationship with Kira.

In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Our sexual relationship has been extremely active, as you know if you read 'Ugly Duckling,' and some of the previous chapters of 'Free Birds.' But, unfortunately, there have been some emotional loose ends which we neglected, and which will cost us dearly!

Now, Kira has told me that, although she loves me dearly, sometimes I'm just really gullible, especially when it comes to understanding other people and their motives. She says that, since I didn't have all that much experience with other girls (try none), I sometimes have trouble figuring out what other people are, up to or even what they're really trying to do. I should have listened to her, but I always had this little, niggling fear inside me that maybe Kira was lying to me about that naivete (I think of it as 'trusting people') for some unknown reason. It's emotionally sick, I know, but my mother really screwed me up, and it only really showed itself when the emotional heat was raised, as can happen in lesbian relationships. Duh.

In the last chapter, I ran into this girl 'Kim' from my dorm, when I was coming out of a toilet stall with Kira's cum all over my face. Kim was the same girl that had caught Kira and I kissing in the dorm elevator a few months before. So, even if Kim only had a tiny bit of sense, it seemed likely that she might put two and two together, and get four.

It only took Kim two days to do THAT math. I was sitting at my desk in the dorm room, on my hard wooden study chair, looking at an Avril Lavigne poster on the wall, and wishing that Kira would get back from her Philosophy class and fuck me, when I heard a knock at the door. I padded over to the door, wearing only a tee shirt and bra, and panties (giraffe panties, Kira's of course - we'd switched panties after fucking that morning, and I loved the thought of her soiled panties against my pussy and ass, as did she with mine.) It was Kim, the redhead. She stood in the doorway for a pause, then said, "Hi, Rachel. It's me, Kim. Can I come in?"

I said, "Sure," wondering what was up. She was wearing tight, faded jeans and a loose sweatshirt. In other words, she was dressed like the 50% of the female student population that weren't dressed like me. Kim was about my size, with a nice shape, though probably a little overweight - at least by the way boys judge girls. I thought she looked just right. She had C cups, and her butt was generous, her waist a little thick, but as I said, pretty nice. She had dark red hair, tending more to auburn, her hair was long and curly, loose curls, not too tight. A creamy complexion, but with a lot of freckles across her upper cheeks and nose. She actually had rosy red cheeks, like you see in little kids in England and Ireland. Nice, sea green eyes, full lips, but it looked like she bit them a lot.

"Umm, I wanted to ask for your help with something," she said vaguely. "Can I sit here?" she asked, pointing at the rumpled bed. I prayed there weren't any wet spots in plain sight from Kira and I fucking earlier, or that, God forbid, Kim put her hand in one. The thought made me giggle to myself. 

"What's funny?" she asked, looking at me.

"Nothing,"I responded suavely.

"Um, sure, go ahead and sit on the bed," I continued. There really wasn't any other choice unless she wanted to walk around Kira's bed and pull out her study chair. 

"Thanks," she said. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here." She looked up at me as her hand unconsciously swept the rumpled sheet back and she set herself down on the edge. Her eyes were very attractive, I noticed. I wondered if she was going with anybody.

"Uh, yeah, okay," I said. "Why are you here?"

Kim's rosy cheeks got even rosier, as did the rest of her face, from the neck up to the roots of her hair. I vaguely wondered if her head was going to explode. "I kind of think that, uh, you and Kira are kind of affectionate with each other. Are you two, um, lesbians?" she said, kind of saying, kind of asking.

I didn't say anything, but I felt a chill, and not because I only had panties on below. I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on.

"And, uh, um, I was uh....." she began.

"Let me begin again," she said. I still didn't say anything. I wasn't going to make this easy for her.

"I was using my mom's computer back home, a couple of months ago," she began (again.) I had no idea where this was going. 

"My mom is divorced. I haven't seen my Dad in years. Anyway, while I was looking at a home crafts site on the Internet, I was waiting for a page to download, and I idly clicked on her 'Bookmarks' link. She had a file folder there named 'Stuff.' I clicked on it, and there were a bunch of site names there, like 'Sensual Arousal,' 'Marie's Place,' 'Nifty - Lesbian,' 'Literotica - Lesbian,' and all like that. I accidentally clicked on one, and I was shocked when a site came up, that featured two and even more girls, naked, and getting naked and kissing and doing even worse things. And the stories ...." She looked distressed.

"And you're here....why?" I said.

"Because, I don't quite understand the women on women thing, and obviously my mother is into it. And because you and Kira are the closest thing that I know of to lesbians. I mean, I don't really know what you all do, but I kind of guessed. I think you all were kissing in the elevator, and I sure don't know WHAT was happening in the bathroom a couple of days ago, but y'all sure did look content when you came out. But anyway, I'm not here to talk about you two, but to see if you could tell me anything about my mom....and me."

"You?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think I, kind of, had immoral thoughts when I looked at those sites on my mom's computer," she said.

"I thought you said that was accidental?" I said.

"Yeah, the first one, or two sure were, but I don't think the next fifteen were," she said, frowning.

"The next FIFTEEN?" I said, incredulously. "That's more lesbian web sites than I'VE ever seen," I said. I had to laugh - FIFTEEN! This girl had some issues. Maybe I COULD help her, if she ever got around to telling me what she wanted.

"I know," she said, blushing furiously. "But they were .....educational ... and interesting," she finished.

"Well, not that it's any of my business," I said, "but you mentioned that you had 'immoral thoughts?' What did you mean by that?"

"I've always been taught in Sunday School, that if something makes you feel REALLY good, it's immoral," she said.

"That seems like a pretty challenging code of conduct," I said. "So, did looking at those sites make you feel good?"

"I felt like a hot flush all over me, coming out of my, you know, down there," she said, blushing. Of course, her eyes were focused on the general area between her thighs, navel and ass, lol.

"Do you mean your pussy?" I said.

"Um, yeah," she said, her face now as bright a red as when she'd first mentioned the word 'lesbian.' And it still looked as though it would explode.

"Well, I guess it's just me, but is it your fault you had that reaction? You can't control whether your skin blushes or not, or you get hot, you know, feel like tingles there, right?" I asked, I thought, logically.

"No, but I um, did more than that," she responded, her eyes not meeting mine now.

"Can you tell me what?" I asked.

"Oh, I couldn't," she said. 

"Well, I can't help you if you won't tell me," I said. She thought that over for a little while, biting her attractive lower lip.

"Okay," she said slowly. "But PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'd die of embarrassment!"

"I don't have any secrets from Kira," I said.

"Okay, but just her, okay?" she said.

"Alright, so what is it?" I asked, getting a little impatient now.

"I touched myself, there," she said. I was anxious to get this conversation moving, as I had a class coming up in five hours, and I didn't want to miss it.

"You mean you played with yourself."

"Um, yes."

"And you enjoyed it."

"Um, yes."

"And you came, or had an orgasm, or had 'an experience unlike any other,'" I said.

"Well, actually, no. And that's the problem. I know there must be more, I just don't know how to get there, or how to recognize it when I do," she said, a look of frustration on her face.

"And so you want....." I began.

"Someone to teach me," she finished. I thought about her implied request. I had a relationship with Kira, it's true, but Kira had seemed to compartmentalize parts of her love life from others. If it were good for her, wouldn't it be true for me, too? Besides, this wasn't part of MY love life, it was just helping Kim to understand herself better. I decided in favor of passing on the little I knew, to Kim, in the hope that someday she would help another girl. So, I made my decision.

"Okay, when do you want to start?" I said.

"Um, right now, if possible," she replied, smiling nervously now.

"Well, okay," I said. "I'm going to teach you to bring yourself to an orgasm, or at least try, okay?" She nodded enthusiastically.

"Umm, first, you want to be comfortable, and reasonably sure you won't be interrupted. And leave yourself plenty of time - it often takes a good amount of time to become aroused, and reach orgasm. We're not like guys, who always seem ready to do it." She frowned, as though recalling a past experience.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she said. "But, go on."

"Okay, I said, "now let's get comfortable. If you've got it available, a bed is perfect. Here, let's try it on my bed." She scrambled over, and lay in the middle of my bed, on the still rumpled sheets. She rested on her side, then picked up her hand, looking at it curiously. Ha, she'd won the prize for "Be The First To Find A Wet Spot!"

"Move over," I said, "so I can lay next to you and show you better." She scrunched over, and I lay next to her. We started out, laying on our backs, each of us with a pillow under our head.

"Now, this works for me. I first caress my breasts through my shirt." I began gently touching my breasts through my tee shirt, lightly, under and on the sides, gently cupping them, one at a time, just barely touching them. "You try it." She began cupping her breasts as I was doing. It must have looked funny, two girls lying next to each other, feeling their own boobs.

"After I do that for as long as feels right, then I usually strip my top, whether by unbuttoning, or pulling up my shirt, or whatever. The important thing is to increase my level of exposure, just as if a lover were stripping me. It's the thought that I'm getting more naked for a lover to see, that makes it exciting."

Kim looked sad. "I'm having trouble imagining a lover, I've never had one. Could you pretend to be my lover? Just for me to pretend, I mean." she said, smiling shyly.

"Hmm, okay," I said, so I sat up next to her, fixing her eyes with mine, and then watching her breasts as she tentatively began to unbutton her blouse. I tried to look intent, which wasn't hard, because she had a very attractive body, and clear, milky skin. She looked down to each button, then hesitated, then looked up at me, to see me looking carefully at her body. This seemed to embolden her, as her breathing rate increased, and her face took on a light blush again, which I found cute. "Maybe if you talked to me, too?" Kim suggested. "I don't know, it seems like, maybe..."

"Mmm, okay," I said. I thought a little bit, then began. "I can't wait to see your beautiful, full breasts, baby. And I SO want to lick your sweet nipples, take them between my lips, and roll your hot pebbled flesh in my mouth, taste your tender, female flesh." I just thought of what I'd want to say to Kira if she were stripping off her blouse for me, and it seemed right. But I kind of realized that coming up with that sort of smutty dialogue is really tough. I can see how it could just end up sounding silly. Scratch "Porn Author" from my list of Life Goals.

"Oh my," Kim said, her breath rate more rapid now. Her rosy color increased, and she began squirming slightly. "I feel something, it's nice," she said. "Is that an orgasm?"

"No, that's at least a little ways off, I think, but you're going in the right direction." I was starting to get horny myself. "Now, caress your breasts with your blouse out of the way, around your bra." 

She began touching herself around her cups with her fingertips, using a pretty good technique, I thought. I could see her nipples pressing through the soft fabric of the white bra. She had pretty full breasts, maybe 36C or so, and I grew curious what they'd look like, if we got that far.

"Here, can I show you?" I said, and she nodded. I put one hand on the outer swell of her left breast, dragging my fingertip down the side and underside of her breast, through the bra, on the more rigid outer edge of the bra. She closed her eyes as I stroked her there, then gradually moved closer to her nipples, my fingertip movements moving gradually closer and closer to the center of her breast to, obviously, her nipple. Her breasts were warm, and soft, and I felt a nice feminine connection to her.

She sighed, so I figured my stroking was ramping her up. "Okay, so you try it," I said. "Try it on me." I lifted up my tee shirt, then decided to just pull it off. I brought her hand to my bra covered breast, and directed her fingers around, as I had done to her. Her touch felt nice, and my own breathing rate increased. "Yeah, that's it, that feels great," I said. "Now I'll do you, while you do me." We were both caressing each other's full breasts, and apparently both enjoying it.

"Could you do that talking thing?" she asked.

"Yes, but on one condition. That you tell me what you're feeling, and what you need, okay?" She nodded. 

"Ohh yeah, honey, baby, you're so sweet to me, touching me where I need you SO badly," I began. "Please touch my hot breasts, they love your soft touch. Oh, my nipples are so hard, thinking of your soft lips gently kissing the swell of my breasts, then taking my nipples into your warm, wet mouth. Yeah, that's nice!" Kim was breathing rapidly.

"I think your talking is very good, it's helping me to get excited," she said. It was getting me hot, too.

"Um, maybe we can move on," I said.

"Okay," Kim said with a smile. 

"Now, take off your bra," I said. "That way you can touch yourself a little better."

"Oh, it's hard for me to reach, would you help?" 

"Um, sure," I said. She turned for me, and I unhooked her bra, as she pulled it off over her shoulders, then turned back to me. Her breasts looked so beautiful, milky white, with bright pink long nipples and small areolae. Her nipples looked really hard and stiff.

I took my bra off, and my nipples were hard too. "You've got such lovely breasts," Kim said, hardly able to take her eyes off them. "Um thanks," I said, pleased at the compliment.

"So, you touch all around your breasts just like before, except directly now, and just go with what feels good. For me, I like to lightly run my fingertips up and down the sides of my breasts, kind of tickling them, then run them over my nipples. Then I lightly pinch my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, until I can feel it kind of going right to my pussy. You try it."

Kim stroked and caressed herself, and appeared to be enjoying herself, squirming a little, but to my surprise she said, "No, I'm not really getting anything. Can you do it to me, and show me what you mean?" 

I sighed. This girl was SO slow, I swear! "Okay," I sighed. 

I guess I was being dramatic, because I really didn't mind touching her. Her breasts really were quite nice, warm, soft and so beautifully shaped. I caressed her breasts, enjoying her warmth and smooth skin, then worked my fingers to her nipples and areolae. She sucked in her breath as I lightly pinched and teased her there. "Oh yes, I see the difference now," she said. I stroked her a few minutes longer, then Kim said, "I think I understand now. Let me practice on you to see if I have it right, okay?"

My pussy tingled, I could feel myself getting wet, and I said, "Okay.' Kim began caressing my breasts, and I'm pleased to say that I must have been an excellent teacher, because her fingers on my breasts and nipples were making me VERY hot. She stroked her fingers so sweetly around my breasts, then kind of pinched them, but not hard, and stroked her fingers up across my nipples. God, they felt like they were leaking, and I don't even lactate, but the feeling was really good. Even Kira had never touched me there like that, and Kira's the hottest woman I knew.

I started touching hers, and there we were. Caressing each other's tits. It felt so nice, and I came a couple of times. Kim gasped, and closed her eyes. I asked her if she came.

Kim said, after she caught her breath, "Um, I'm not sure, but I don't think so. I mean, it felt nice, but um, that was about it, I guess." I could see that Kim was going to be a tough nut, but I had promised I'd help teach her how to cum, so I guessed we'd move on.

"Well, Kim, I guess your breasts aren't as sensitive as mine, so maybe we should try something else."

"Okay," she said, "like what?"

"Well, kissing turns a lot of girls on. I like it, a lot."

"Okay," she said, agreeably. "But could I get comfortable, like you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, I just want to take off my jeans, so I'm in my panties, like you."

"Oh, okay," I said. It seemed like an unusual request, but Kim had been innocently following my suggestions, so I didn't really think she meant anything by wanting to strip down. I watched as she stood up next to the bed, and turned her back to me. I could tell by where she put her hands that she was unbuttoning the snap at the top of her jeans, then unzipping. After that, she peeled back her jeans down off her hips, but because they were so tight, she had to wiggle her hips quite a bit, her ass waving in my face as she pulled them down on each side, alternating pulls at each hip. 

Kim was wearing a beautiful cotton string bikini in a turquoise color, like the kind sold at The Gap, which I thought was pretty sexy, especially for somebody at a conservative religious school. Inadvertently, as she pulled down on her jeans, her panties came halfway off her bottom, too, and I loved that view. Kim had a nice full, round bottom, generously sized and very white. I even thought that I could see some dark pink coloring between her butt cheeks when her panties were partially pulled down, but just after she realized that her bottom was exposed, she pulled them back up, so that I could then only see a little of her butt crack over the top of the low rise bikini panties. I enjoyed the view, and wondered if she knew she'd accidentally given me a visual treat. Then she lay back down on the bed, clad only in her cute turquoise panties, her nipples now erect tipping her snow white breasts, full and round.

We lay facing each other on the bed, our heads each on a pillow about a foot apart, our nipples about three inches apart, and our panty-encased hips about a foot apart. "I bet it would help me if you talked some, you know, dirty," Kim suggested. I was starting to wonder about this dirty talker stuff, but I did want to help her, so I agreed.

"Oh Kim, your sweet pink lips look luscious. I'm going to lick your sweet full lips with my little pink tongue." I brought my mouth to hers, and I could actually feel her lips trembling as I brought mine to hers. I felt like we joined together in some deeper way as we kissed, and we both pressed harder against each other. I could feel Kim moaning into my mouth as we shared one breath. I slowly slid my tongue forward and felt Kim's warm, wet tongue hesitant and shy, seemingly startled to feel my tongue, then warmly come forward and rub against mine, the two intertwining. I heard more moaning, and realized it was me, moaning into Kim's mouth!




Free Birds Ch. 07



Her hand reached out around my neck, and she pulled our faces closer. I guess she was finally getting something out of the experience. I put my arm across her side, my hand on her smooth back, and slowly pulled our upper bodies together, until our nipples were kissing too, our hard little nubbins pressing into each other, and my warm breasts mashing into Kim's soft warm breasts. Before we realized it, our hands were all over each other, Kim massaging my scalp, my hand rubbing her bare back, our mouths together, our lips and tongues, then our breasts were mashed together, and even our hips were pressed together. I could feel the warmth of Kim's pussy, though we both still had our panties on.

I was going to ask her if she was feeling anything, but to be honest, I lost track of time as we kissed and caressed each other. Her body felt so right against mine, her heat and moisture joining so nicely with mine, our bodies dancing together horizontally on the bed, our smells filling each other's nose. Kim's fragrance was a combination of lavender and acacia bath soap, feminine sweat, and the musk from her pussy, which was quite an intriguing and enticing combination.

"Oh, Rachel, you smell so NICE!" Kim moaned into my mouth, and I could feel air rushing in and out of her nose, as our mouths were pretty much locked together, other than when she made her exclamation. I guess she was thinking along the same lines as I was. I guess we both smelled pretty nice, at least to each other!

In spite of my belief that Kim had finally figured out how to reach an orgasm, she sighed shortly after I had cum yet again, from the smell and taste and feel and sounds of her. She didn't realize it, but she was very erotic, with her inflamed, overheated feminine fragrance, the salty-sweet taste of her saliva and mouth on mine. Her feel was voluptuous and full figured, warm and even moist. And her sounds, low moans that rose from deep inside her and that I could feel as well as hear. In spite of all that, Kim insisted that she had 'felt okay, kind of nice,' but nothing unusual.

I've come to love Kim dearly since then, she really IS a sweet girl, but she was so DUMB! I was beginning to wonder what it would take.

"I just don't get it," she said. "Maybe if you play with my pussy, I could see what I'm supposed to do." I rolled my eyes. 

"Okay," I sighed. "Let's try seeing if touching your pussy might not help. Why don't you pull your panties down, and I'll pull mine down, and we'll compare, for starters."

Kim's eyes brightened at this. "That's a good idea, Rachel! Maybe there's something different about my pussy that doesn't allow me to cum or something. Maybe you'll be able to see something." I have to admit that I was very much looking forward to seeing her pussy, and maybe even more. I'd do what it took to help fulfill her.

Kim shimmied her panties down her hips as she lay next to me, facing me on her side. She stopped when her panties got to her knees. "Can you see okay?" she asked, as I stared at her unbelievably attractive vaginal area. Kim had a lovely, neatly trimmed small bush of red pubic hair above her pussy, not a hair out of place. It contrasted with her white skin, and went perfectly with the top of her slit, and her clit under its sheath, which were a bright pink blending into a darker red between her labia. I couldn't see more, because her panties were keeping her thighs together, but I hoped I'd get them off her so that I could see much more of that beautiful pussy.

"Umm, yes Kim, and from the little I can see, it looks like your pussy's okay."

"Can I see yours, Rachel, so I can compare?"

"Um, sure," I said, and slipped Kira's panties down my hips to my knees, too. "Oh Rachel, your pussy looks very pretty!" Kim exclaimed. "I love your little bush, and how neat your slit and everything is. See, my pussy is just so sloppy. It's just too wet and everything." I could see a little rivulet of liquid dripping down the front of her left thigh, as she was lying on her left side.

"Why, liquid is a GOOD thing, Kim," I said. "It means that you're getting excited."

"It does?" Kim said. "Oh, I didn't know that." Gosh, how ignorant could she BE?

Kim then said, "Can I touch you pussy, Rachel? Looking isn't really helping me to understand what's wrong with me." She had such a hopeful look in her eyes, it was clear to me that she only wanted to find out what was wrong with her physiological responses, and that she didn't have any ulterior motives. At least, I didn't THINK so.

"Okay," I said. "Let's take our panties all the way off, though, so that we can move our legs."

"Oh, here, let me do that," Kim said hurriedly, as I moved to slip my own panties down. I shrugged, and Kim snuggled up close to me, her body against mine, our naked breasts touching, her breath hot on my cheek, our hips in close contact. I could definitely feel the heat from her pussy now. I felt her hands groping down below, brushing against my pubic bush, then my slit, along my thighs, until her hands reached my panties. She grasped them with her fingers, slowly pulling them down my legs to my feet, where she pulled them off. Instead of just dropping them, she accidentally threw them, and they landed right by her head.

"Oops," she said, pickeng them up, and unconsciously scratching her nose with the hand that had my (and Kira's) soiled panties in them, with the panties inches from her nose.

"Wow, your nose must really itch," I said, as Kim scratched her nose for some time, also taking deep breaths at the same time.

"Umm, I guess I'm allergic to something, or ... something," she said, sheepishly. "Okay, would you mind pulling my panties off?" she said.

"Um, sure, but I'll have to slide down to reach better," I said, slyly. In actuality I wanted to get a closer look (and sniff) of her pussy, but I didn't want to alarm her. After all, if she wasn't a lesbian, she might be alarmed by having another girl staring at her naked crotch, and I didn't want to upset her. Kim rolled over onto her back as I slipped down, my face next to her lovely, heavy breasts, her nipples pink and hard. As I slipped down further, I looked at her small baby fat belly, which was just so pleasantly rounded, but not fat. I appreciated seeing a girl nude who looked like a normal girl, and not emaciatedly perfect.

Kim cooed contentedly as my face approached her hips, and I snuck a look at her beautiful pussy, but I still couldn't see much of her slit, though her skin and bush there looked so nice, and perfect. I COULD smell her pussy, though, and it was definitely on fire judging by the fresh, fragrant smell, and the liquid I could see glistening inside her slit, and which had already dripped down her thigh earlier. I just couldn't understand why she wasn't feeling anything. It was a real puzzlement.

I took her turquoise panties between my fingers and gently slipped them down her calves and feet. The instant I got them over her feet, she spread her legs REALLY wide. I guess she had felt constricted by them before. "Maybe you should touch my pussy first, okay?" Kim said. "Since you're already down there, and all. You could show me how I'm supposed to touch myself."

"Uh, okay," I said, trying not to show my eagerness, again, in an effort not to alarm her. I moved up and sat on one butt cheek between her legs, my legs together. There was certainly plenty of room there, as I could hardly believe how wide her legs were spread. I guess she wanted to make sure I had enough room. I looked closer at her pussy. It was amazingly wet, and lovely. Kim had full, pouty outer lips, meaty and you could actually grab them between your fingers. They were swollen and full, a darkish purple. On her underside, below her vaginal opening, the skin going back to her anus was a dark pink, and hairless. Inside her lips, her opening was a redder kind of purple, and her slit was slightly open, like a lover's lips poised for a kiss.

Thinking about kisses and her pussy at once, gave me a strong surge of pleasure in my own pussy, as I imagined placing my mouth on that moist, hot opening. But I knew that if I did that, I might shock her. Kim groaned as she saw me looking at her there. Her clit, for some reason, was fully exposed, her little pink pearl swollen and big, at least three quarters of an inch or so around. I thought that this was most peculiar, with her showing all signs of being sexually aroused, including an increased breathing rate, yet she wasn't feeling anything. My heart went out to her.

"You should touch me," Kim said, almost impatiently, moving her hips in a rotating motion. "Um, so I can see what to do," she added. Not wasting any more time, I brought my fingertip to her labia, and traced along her labia, around and around, being careful not to touch her clit. I may not have been very good at reading people, but I certainly knew something about pleasuring myself, or another girl, with my finger. I lightly traced over the folds of her lips, occasionally dipping my finger inside the creamy wetness of her slit.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Unnh," she answered. I supposed she was still collecting her thoughts, so I began tracing around her clit, as it stood up before me. "Unnk," she said, and gurgled a little bit. Her hips moved around in kind of a jerky way. For most girls, I'd guess that was an indication that they'd cum, but Kim shook her head when I asked if she were feeling anything. This girl was going to be a very tough case.

I lightly, very lightly, traced my fingertip over her clit, making sure that my finger was moistened, so that I wouldn't cause her too much sensation or friction there. Again, Kim's hips jerked and she moaned. "I think I felt ... something," she whispered. "Maybe that's the right thing to do, you'd better keep trying that, okay?" She gasped, and said again, "That seems to be helping."

I thought I'd try involving her pussy itself in the hunt for some sensation inside of Kim, so I slowly sank my index finger all the way inside her slick hole. She was very tight, and I loved the feel of her hot, moist flesh around my finger as it dove in as far as I could get it. "Oh my!" she said.

"Aah, did you feel that?" I asked. Did it feel good?"

"Umm, it kind of pinched, I think, but better keep trying it, baby, I mean, Rachel."

"Okay," I said, and slowly finger fucked her sweet hole. I had a stray thought that, if Kim actually responded to my caressing, and fucking, that we might move on to actually having sex. I didn't feel that that would be a betrayal of Kira, as she'd made it clear that, while she DID love me, she would never want me to be unhappy, and wouldn't keep me from any other girl, though up to that point there never HAD been any other girl, other than in my imagination. So, in a sense, I didn't KNOW what it was to betray another girl's trust, since I'd never had the opportunity. So, in my naivete, I proceeded.

I slipped another finger in with my index finger, twining them to make a thicker object to intrude into her feminine cavern. Kim moaned loudly, her hips bucked several times, and the liquid coming from her pussy almost made me think she was peeing. But it didn't have that salty odor, just Kim's feminine musk smell, which was becoming more familiar to me now.

"Yes, oh yes, umm, I'm sure that's it," Kim half shouted, half whispered. I felt a sense of pride. I'd made her cum, and she could appreciate now how to make herself cum! I always say, give a woman a fish, and she'll eat for a day, but teach her to fish, and she'll leave you alone. Or something like that.

Anyway, I slowed down my finger fucking of her gushing hole, and reluctantly withdrew my now-pruny fingers from her. "Well, I guess that's it," I said, as I absent-mindedly smelled my fingers, her fragrance mouth-watering and lingering on me.

"Umm, what do you mean?" Kim said, a look of panic on her face, as she opened her eyes, which she had apparently been resting. 

"Well, you've cum, and now you know how to do it," I said.

"Ohh, no, no I didn't cum, at least I don't THINK I did," she said. Her voice sounded almost, I don't know, desperate. "Please, keep trying, okay?" I couldn't BELIEVE this! I could have sworn that Kim had not only cum, but that she'd cum numerous times! But then I had to admit to myself that I was very inexperienced in relating to another female sexually in real life, as the only woman I'd been with was Kira, who was a dream girl. Probably no other woman could cum as easily or so well as Kira could. So, I took a breath and thought about what I should do.

"Okay Kim, I didn't realize that it might be very difficult to make you cum, because, to be truthful, I'm not very experienced in touching another girl sexually."

"Oh, really?" she said.

"Yeah," I replied without guile. I thought it important to be truthful and honest with Kim, who was also unfamiliar with girl-girl relations, as she had told me. I didn't want her to have an unpleasant experience, and sadly, so far I hadn't helped her.

"Umm, maybe if you, like kiss me there, or, you know, like, kiss IT, maybe I could feel that?" she said, I would have sworn a note of desperation in her voice.

"You mean, kiss your pussy?" I asked. Of course, that sounded like a great idea to me, but I didn't want to shock her. I wasn't sure if she knew anything about cunnilingus.

"Umm, okay," Kim said, raising her hips up off the bed a few inches. I leaned closer to her really awesome pink slit, juicy and hot, and brought my nose no more than an inch or two away from the glistening, liquid surface of her bubbling cauldron. I could smell the familiar scent of an aroused woman's pussy, very much like Kira's, and my own, steamy, fragrant woman smell, with just a touch of her body splash to add a citrus flavor to her natural scent. I inhaled deeply, loving her scent, and then it struck me that maybe, just maybe, Kim had been inhaling MY scent off my panties! Was it possible? Did she realize what she'd done, or was it completely subconscious on her part? Or, perhaps it was just coincidence. Yes, that must be it. Otherwise, she surely would have cum by now...

Her body's perfume (augmented by Bath & Body Works) wafted into my nose, and went straight to my own pussy. Already flowing, my lubrication gushed, and I could feel liquid dripping from me into the sheet, where previously I had worried about the wet spots Kira and I had produced. I lay contentedly on my stomach, my bare ass up, and at that moment I longed to feel Kira's tongue there, licking wetly between my globes, one of her favorite pursuits. I decided to proceed, and delicately dabbed my pink tongue on her wrinkled, plump but hairless labia. 

Her taste was not unusual, at least compared to Kira. Slightly salty, no doubt from perspiration; the faintest hint of pee fragrance, which I had come to appreciate on Kira, and which was no less charming between Kim's plump thighs, a citrusy taste, slightly acid, maybe from her body splash, or maybe from a douche, and over it all, that luscious, creamy taste of woman fluid, thick but liquid, trickling over my tongue and mixing with my saliva.

"Unnh," Kim muttered, her head moving from side to side. I could tell that, at long last, Kim was approaching an orgasm! Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing her over full orbs between her fingers, her light pink flesh squeezing out between her fingers, and her thumbs and forefingers randomly pinching her bright pink nipples, a flush creeping up her upper chest and over her face, clear signs of orgasm. Her hips stuttered against my face. I let her ride out the waves of pleasure she was feeling, though I hadn't even touched her clit yet. Finally, though, her hips quieted, her breathing, ragged before, evened out, and she sighed.

Then I very gently circled her swollen plump clit with the tip of my tongue, trying to avoid touching her clit directly. I thought that might be too much so soon after her orgasms. As my tongue circled her proud pearl, her hips began rotating around, a clear response to my stimulation. After I had set up a pattern of circling her clit, then I breathed over her nubbins, and Kim shreiked.

"Oh God!! Yes! Do that!! Fuck!! Oh yeah, Rachel, fuck me with your tongue! Hard!! Harder!!! Baby!!!" The rest subsided into incomprehensible sounds, as her body shook, and perspiration trickled out from under her heavy breasts, and a sheen of sweat covered her upper chest. 

Suddenly, she grabbed for my head, and pulled me up to her, pulling my face to hers, and kissing me hard, even harder than I think Kira and I ever had, even in the throes of our own passion. My dry, naked body slipped against her wet, naked body, then our wet, excited pussies met, and I slowly, but insistently pressed my own hard clit into Kim's, and she bit my lip in ecstasy. I slowly fucked myself into Kim, and she brought her legs up over and behind mine, locking her heels behind my ass, pulling me into her.

The feeling of contact between the two of us was very intimate, as Kim opened her being to me, making herself vulnerable physically to my touch. I was used to that with Kira, of course, but I'd never had such intimate moments one on one with any other girl, particularly one I didn't really know. I felt something akin to love for her, based solely on our physical contact, and it alarmed me that passion of that kind could be generated by what was really just a hookup. I could see why other girls had confused sex with love, and it added to my doubts about what kind of relationship Kira and I had had all along.

But these melancholy thoughts were subsumed by the tidal wave that was an aroused Kim. Our hips clashing in a warfare of Eros, our clits connecting, sometimes soft as a lover's kiss, other times with a slap of our thighs into each other's crotch, the waves of passion and ecstasy crashed over, and drowned me, countless times. I could only imagine the same was happening to Kim, judging by her sighs, moans and her sloppily directed kisses (though mine returned were equally sloppy and wet.)

Finally, though, I could take no more pressure against my now sensitive clit, and slowed, then stopped, my hips resting between hers, our cunts nestling together familiarly. We soon both dropped off to sleep, our intimate combat tiring us both. I awoke, maybe a half hour later, with Kim resting her head on my breasts, her open eyes fixed on mine.

"Oh, hello," I said, slightly startled. 

"Hi," she said, softly. "I think I'm getting it now, but I'd like to practice. Can I try what you just did?"

"Um, okay, but softly, okay?" I said. "So, how was your first cum?" I smiled at her.

My smile fell when she said, "Well, I don't think I came, but it WAS nice." What the FUCK was wrong with this girl? Even somebody as inexperienced as me with other girls could tell that she'd OBVIOUSLY cum, and damned enthusiastically, too! But Kim began kissing me gently, as her soft hands caressed my breasts. My nipples stiffened in response to the feminine attention, and I cooed involuntarily from the pleasure of being touched. 

"Just leave it to me, baby," Kim whispered, and I went along with it. Kim softly kissed my throat, laving soft, feathery brushes of her full lips against my sensitive skin there, and I purred, just as a kitten does when petted there. Meanwhile, her busy hands made love to my breasts, pinching my nipples, then her fingernails scraping over the sensitive skin just surrounding my areolae.

Her fingers and hands moved on, fingertips scraping over my stomach and hips, just bordering on tickling me, in a delicious torture, as her warm, wet lips fastened on, and began sucking on my nipples. The pleasure in those sensitive nubbins was intense, though different from the pleasure found at my clit, or pussy, or even my ass. Kim suckled at me, like a newborn taking its first meal at its mother's breast, and I wished that I were lactating, to give Kim what she craved.




Free Birds Ch. 07



As my focus centered on the pleasurable sensations at each breast, Kim's nimble fingers slipped down to my now-ready pussy, my labia, and slit and clitoris reawakened and interested in her contact. Her fingers shocked me when one brazenly invaded my tight tunnel, slick and grasping at her digit, but disappointed when her invading finger removed itself from me, as fast as it had entered. An involuntary moan of disappointment escaped me.

"Like that, baby?" Kim whispered up at me, a wet nipple momentarily escaping her mouth.

"Uh huh," I groaned back at her, my hips, following their own agenda, rolling in pleasure and plainly signaling their interest in further fucking. To my delight, her finger soon returned, filling me pleasurably, my wetness easing her entry. The feeling of fullness was welcome, another girl's presence inside me a source of infinite delight for me. I soon wanted more.

"More, please," I whispered to the top of her red head, and she responded by gently biting my nipple, making me yelp, then she thrust two fingers twined together into my waiting hole, making me gasp. "Don't stop," I said, when she paused momentarily, waiting to see if she'd hurt me. "Don't stop!" She began fucking me, slowly at first, then faster, her fingers thrusting deep inside my warm, pink slit, now expanding to make room for my lover. Her hand banged around, and occasionally onto, my clit, so I pressed against her hand with mine. "Not there," I warned her.

"Sorry, baby," Kim apologized. 

"Unh, faster" I responded, as she fucked me more. Kim built me to a slow crescendo, my passion building, my muscles and nerves increasing in tension, until finally her pace matched my need, and my hips bucked upwards against her hand, waves of indescribable emotion and feeling washing over me yet again. 

"Unnh, Kim, unnnh, fuck oh fuck, oh I'm cumming fuck me fuck me fuck me!!" I grabbed her wrist to push it into my cunt, my clit throbbing and pulsing as I came.

I hadn't cum so enthusiastically since, well, the first time it happened at another girl's hands - Kira, naturally. It was a real eye opener for me, to find that another girl could do maybe even more to make me cum than Kira could. And Kim didn't even know what she was doing!

I opened my eyes after I regained a little strength. Kim was looking at me sadly.

"That certainly looked like fun, Rachel. That MUST be what cumming is like, huh?

Oh geez, not THIS again. "Kim, I'm sure you've come, probably several times," I said. I looked at her hands, stroking her thighs....which made me look at her rosy red pussy, and don't you know I felt another little tingle between MY legs?

"No, I don't think so," she said. "Don't you, like see colors, and smell flowers, and get all tense, then all tingly and then all relaxed? No, I'm pretty sure I haven't cum yet." She certainly had a sad expression on her face, if nothing else.

"Gosh, Kim, okay, but I just don't understand why you're not getting it. I figured it out when I was just a little girl!" But, I thought I would do my very best to help her learn this important part of a girl's life. It was the right thing to do. "Okay Kim, I'll try something else. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I read somewhere that people like to do a number thing, is it a 96, or 66 or something? I don't know what that is, but maybe that would be good?" I giggled.

"Ha, you mean a 69?" I said. "God, yes, that would surely do it." I thought about it. That wouldn't be cheating on Kira, I didn't think.

"Okay, lay on your side," I directed her. I lay facing her, but of course with my face at her wet, red pussy, and her face at mine.

"Now, what you nee-" I began, but finished with "-oh, yeah, that's it!" as her mouth was all over my pussy, licking my plump, hot lips, and her hand was around back at my ass, looking for my hole there. She was sometimes a quick learner, and other times really stupid.

I didn't waste any more time with instructions, as my body was telling me that Kim was doing very well. I pushed my face between Kim's plump, hot thighs, inhaling the sweet, musky smell of her pussy, and lapping up as much of her cream as I could.

We rolled together, sometimes next to each other, sometimes one or the other of us on top, but we each had our faces nearly inside the other's cunt, and we both had a finger or two inside the other's slick anus, fucking in and out. The pleasure was rapidly building up in each of us, our thighs squeezing each other's head, then we started grunting.

I almost giggled, we sounded like two little pigs trying to get deeper and deeper inside another girl's pussy. The smell of a hot, creamy cunt apparently can have that kind of effect, and we got kind of wild. There we were, rolling, and grunting, our bodies spasming from multiple orgasms, and I imagine we must have looked kind of funny, since if you were an onlooker, it would look like we didn't have any heads, but four legs instead.. I can honestly say that was the most out of control I'd ever been up until that time, including with Kira.

Which made it kind of unfortunate that Kira walked in then. Of course, we didn't realize it, Kim and I, as we were pretty busy eating out each other's holes. But after we calmed down a little, after the mind numbing jolts of mutual pleasure had run their course through us, we heard someone clearing her throat, and we each looked up from our particular vantage point to see Kira standing at the foot of the bed, looking kind of mad. I saw a smile, but she was upside down from where I was looking, so I knew it wasn't anything like a smile.

I looked around, and I can see where Kira might not understand that I was only showing Kim how to achieve an orgasm. The bed sheets were off the mattress corners, and just made a little irregularly shaped island around Kim and I. The sheets were pretty damp, and Kim and I were both perspiring. The blanket was completely gone, god knows where. Kim's hair was a mess, and when I felt it, apparently mine was, too. The air smelled like hot female sex, and I could see that even Kira could smell it.

Well, Kim and I separated, and without a word, Kim set about finding her various bits of clothing we'd thrown around. It was amazing that she could be so calm, that didn't seem to be in keeping with the shy, virginal girl I had to show how to orgasm. She got all of her clothes back on, no one in the room saying a word, Kira's eyes were blazing with anger and jealousy, and as Kim began to leave, she had to walk by Kira. I thought there was going to be a fight.

"Kira," Kim said, nodding to Kira. "Kim," Kira said, nodding back to Kim. "Say hi to Beverly," she said, as Kim sashayed out, her plump ass looking pretty hot as she walked away from us.

"Who's Beverly?" I asked.

"Kim's girlfriend," Kira said. As the door closed behind Kim, Kira said, "That's a nice ass." I don't know if she was talking to me, or just thinking out loud.

As it turned out, Kira wasn't mad at me at all, though she was furious with Kim. All she'd say all night as we lay together, was, "I love you Rachel...I love you so much," and held onto me for all she was worth.

But I was beginning to see our relationship differently than I ever had before. Who else was out there for me, who else would love me as much as Kira?

I would soon find out on our upcoming road trip.