2 comments/ 25071 views/ 0 favorites Stacy + Tina By: vex555 Stacy and Tina sat in the corner restaurant sipping their coffee, chatting cheerfully. The place was full, people carried on conversations in merry tones, praising the sunny afternoon and the good beverages. Some young college men sat near the two women, staring a little too openly at the girls' alluring features. Oblivious to the wanting looks of the men, Stacy and Tina talked on. A pregnant woman entered the restaurant, waddling slowly in the late months. "God, would you look at her tits!" exclaimed Stacy, astonished, "I wish I had tits as big as those." "I do," said Tina, laughing and cupping her breasts, "ha ha!" "Fake boobs don't count, Tina." Stacy said, rolling her eyes, "Hers are huge, and real." "You didn't care that mine were fake last night." Tina said, smiling flirtatiously and licking her pink lips. "That's true," Stacy answered, also smiling, "but yours are different. They fit you just right." "Maybe I should get you pregnant so you could grow a pair" Tina said jokingly. "Yeah," Stacy said sarcastically, "that would be perfect." "Well, if you want them so bad, why don't you just get implants like me?" Tina asked, gesturing at her chest. "I don't wanna have surgery, Tina. It scares me" Stacy answered. "Oh, boo hoo, then I guess someone's stuck with her 36B bra, aren't they?" Tina teased. "Shut up, bitch!" said Stacy in mock anger, hitting Tina in the shoulder. "I have to pee" Tina said, rising from the table and heading for the bathroom. A few feet away the college men sighed. Tina gave them a little wave, saying, "Hi boys" while walking past them. They waved back, entranced. They had good reason to be entranced, as Stacy thought while watching her wife of three months walk away. Tina had become very sexy. While hot before, Tina was nothing compared to what she was now. When Stacy met her, she had reddish brunette hair, tiny boobs, and an ass to die for. She was 5'2", with extremely wide, sexy hips. Her white skin was smooth as silk, and her eyes were a deep, complicated green. Stacy could still remember the first time she saw Tina's ass in that beautiful pair of tight black pants. But that's another story. Tina had changed, transformed into a goddess, a star in a dim world. It all started with Tina's tiny boobs. She was very self-conscious about them, constantly asking Stacy if they were too small. Stacy, the supportive girlfriend, would always say something like "No, Tina, they're just the right size," or "They're perfect, baby." This went on all through their dating until their marriage. A few days after the honeymoon, Tina said "Stace, I think I want breast implants." Stacy, intrigued, thought for a moment. She had secretly fantasized about sleeping with a large-breasted Tina. "Whatever makes you happy, honey" Stacy answered, smiling. "But you do know that I won't be able to take my hands off you" Stacy added. "Oh thank you, baby," Tina said, throwing her arms around Stacy and grinning, "I wasn't sure what you'd say." From that point on, Stacy noticed a change in Tina. It wasn't very obvious or outright, but it was there. Tina ceased to be as shy as she once was, and gained a new self-confidence. She spoke her mind more often. She even took control in the bedroom sometimes. Stacy wasn't sure if she liked the new Tina so much. Maybe she liked her shy little Tina better. Her doubtful feelings, however, disappeared after the surgery. Taking a month-and-half off for "medical leave" (during which Stacy was not allowed to visit and, subsequently, her vibrator was much overused), Tina came back from Florida tanned, blonde, and chesty. Stacy could hardly believe her eyes at the sight of her wife, blonde hair flowing, boobs bouncing, mouth grinning. Of course, the implants seemed enormous. When asked about their new size, Tina responded jokingly, "Double D, 36 Double D." "You look like a supermodel!" Stacy said excitedly, getting progressively hornier with each passing second. Striking a pose, Tina asked "You like?" "Oh, fuck yes I do" Stacy said, grabbing Tina and shoving her tongue into her mouth. Stacy and Tina had some of the best sex of both their lives that night. Tina, now age 25, began dressing more provocatively from then on. She wore more miniskirts than pants, more tube tops than blouses. She frequently wore tiny sundresses. If she was dressed, Tina was most likely wearing a tight or low-cut top with a short skirt or shorts. Even in the winter she wore tight jeans, tops with generous cleavage, and taut sweaters. She had whole collections of push-up bras, brassieres, and thongs. High heels became numerous items in the closet. She wore more make up, more lipstick, more perfume. She became an icon of femininity, of beauty, and of sexuality. An icon that was all Stacy's. Expectedly, Stacy loved this miraculous change at first. All of a sudden, she was married to sexy beauty that turned heads everywhere she went. She got to come along with Tina as she scored free drinks off of drunk, lonely men. She was admitted into clubs right away just for being in the company of such a hot girl. She followed Tina to the head of many lines, getting whatever she wanted. And after days of shopping, drinking, and clubbing, she got to go home and fuck this tremendously hot girl every night. As Stacy thought about these occurrences, Tina sauntered out of the restroom and made her way back to the table. Tina looked at Stacy sitting at the table, lost in thought, sipping her coffee absent-mindedly. She smiled as she remembered their first meeting. The club air was hot, sweaty, and full of sound. Techno music with heavy bass was playing, synchronized with blue, green, and strobe lights. Tina had just finished dancing for the night and turned around in the direction of the door. And there was Stacy, staring right at her. She smiled and introduced herself, offering Tina a drink. Tina agreed and they headed for the bar. While sipping their drinks, Tina took in the aura of Stacy. Stacy, at 5'7", was taller than Tina. She also had larger breasts. Her eyes were bright blue and her lips were very full and pouty. Her ass was very round, made rounder by her trim waist. She had amazing legs that showed off her slightly tanned skin. Her hair was platinum blonde and a little longer than shoulder-length. Tina noticed her perfect unpainted nails, and how soft her hands, her touch was. Tina could feel the electricity of attraction for this 26 year old blonde hottie sipping Bacardi in front of her. She felt her armpits and thighs begin to perspire, and her nipples harden. She picked up a scent of desire from Stacy and never let go. Looking at Stacy, Tina knew she loved her. Stacy was supportive, caring, kind, thoughtful, funny, spontaneous, and great in bed. So many times Tina looked at Stacy and felt this unconditional love spring up from within her, filling her with joy and happiness. Now that she had her implants, Tina felt she could do anything, and all because of Stacy. Stacy looked up at Tina and stuck her tongue out, crossing her eyes. Laughing while sitting down, Tina took note of Stacy's attire. A modestly tight white tank top (after all, it was summer) with a white bra slightly visible underneath, brown cotton skirt about knee-length, and black sandals. Her hair was fairly curly and damp due to the humid weather. She wore a modest amount of lip gloss and eye shadow, accentuating her eyes. Tina could see her nipples beneath the fabric of her top. Tina herself was wearing a fair amount of make up: heavy eye shadow, rouge, and pink lip gloss. She had a small, strapless pink dress on with no bra. The dress only reached a few inches below her hips. She wore silver open-toed 2 inch heels. She had matching pink manicure and pedicure. "Hey, how about we get outta here." Tina said semi-suggestively, "Let's go back to the apartment." Stacy smiled, saying knowingly, "Why?" "I think you know why" Tina answered looking at Stacy with a raised eye brow. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Tina. You'll have to describe it to me" said Stacy. "O.K., fine." Tina began, "I want you to come back to the apartment with me and fuck my brains out." "And..." Stacy said lustily. "And...I want you to rip my clothes off and fuck me right on the floor." Tina's voice became low, almost a whisper, "I wanna feel your tongue inside my pussy, I want you to eat my cunt until I cum all over your face. Then I want you to rub the juices all over my tits and then lick and suck them dry. Then I want you to rub your pussy all over my tits. I want to grind my pussy into yours until we both have screaming orgasms. Then I'll suck your tits and play with your sexy little ass. Then I want to-" "That's enough, God, I can't take it any more" Stacy interrupted, her voice full of raw lust and desire. "You're making me wet just talking about it" she added, rubbing her nipples subconsciously. "Let's go, baby" Tina said, getting up and offering her hand to Stacy. As the two went out of the restaurant rather hastily, there were murmurs of praise and lust throughout the room. The two lovers walked quickly down the street, one occasionally feeling the other's breast or pinching the other's ass. They had no idea that their relationship would be forever changed in just a few hours' time. The next morning, Stacy awoke to her alarm at 7:00. Tina was wrapped around her, sleeping in a loving embrace. Memories of the previous night filled Stacy's head and she kissed Tina on the cheek a few times while rising out of bed. Stacy slid off the bed and checked on Tina who was still fast asleep. Stacy noticed their bedroom on her way to the bathroom. Her bra and panties lay strewn on the floor near the bed. A couple feet away lay Tina's pink dress and beyond that, Stacy's skirt. A dildo was lying near the bed also, accompanied by Tina's g-string. Stacy smirked at these things while entering the bathroom. Taking a shower, dressing, and putting on her makeup, Stacy was about to walk out the door when Tina stopped her, completely naked. Placing Stacy's hands on her breasts, Tina said seductively "Hurry home; I'll have a little surprise for you." They kissed while Stacy squeezed and groped Tina's breasts. At least five minutes past, and Stacy was on the verge of calling in sick when Tina pulled away, laughed, and said "Go. You'll be late for work!" Stacy gave Tina one final peck on the lips and left, saying goodbye. Driving into the city, Stacy couldn't help but to think about her surprise. She thought of her job as a manager in a business firm. It was fairly boring, tedious most times. Long hours, dull work. But Tina made it worth it. Arriving at her office building, Stacy took the elevator up. When the doors opened, she saw a new, unfamiliar but cute face. "Hi, who are you? If you don't mind my asking" Stacy asked. The girl responded, "I'm your new secretary. I'm Derry Sullivan." "Oh, what happened to Solfrid?" Stacy asked, implying Derry's former. "She died" answered Derry. "Died?! Of what?" exclaimed Stacy. "Lung cancer" Derry said. "She did look like she smoked a lot" Stacy admitted. After a short awkward pause, Stacy extended her hand, saying "Well, I'm Stacy Adams, but you can just call me Stacy." "O.K. Stacy, nice to meet you" Derry said sweetly. "I'll send someone in to show you around and get you up to speed" said Stacy. "Great!" Derry said walking to her desk in front of Stacy's office. Stacy couldn't believe her eyes. This girl was hot! She had all the right curves in all the right places and judging by her red blouse, they were real too. And that red hair, God, it looked like her head was on fire. "Derry!" Stacy called. Turning around, Derry answered "Yes?" "How old are you?" Stacy asked. "Nineteen" the girl answered, turning back around and sitting behind her new desk. Once in her office, Stacy sat at her desk rubbing her wet clit through her skirt and panties. Her breathing was a little heightened. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where Derry's desk was. In her office, Stacy worked on papers at her computer, daydreaming. Fantasizing would be a better word. Stacy imagined taking her sexy new secretary into her office and locking the door. She would rip off all the girl's clothes and bite those delicious tits. "What am I thinking?" thought Stacy, shaking her head, "I'm a married woman. And she's only nineteen, not even old enough to drink." Stacy couldn't help it, though. The girl was very sexy. Stacy had to control these emotions. She had decided to stay in the closet at the office, for fear of losing her job because of homophobic executives. She never discussed her personal life with the other employees. No one could know she was a lesbian. But now this girl had arrived. Stacy thought about her marriage. Tina was the love of her life, but she had changed. With that change came its own downfalls. Tina paid less attention to Stacy and focused more on herself. Sure the sex was amazing, but Stacy felt that they were growing slightly apart. Even though the sex was amazing, Stacy realized that they were having less of it. In the first month of marriage, Stacy went home and fucked Tina every night. Now it was down to two nights a week, maybe three. Stacy knew that this was supposed to happen, but so fast? Stacy had even found herself using her old vibrator in the past month. She was horny, but was losing the outlet with which to release this horniness. And now this girl had arrived. TO BE CONTINUED... Stacy + Tina Ch. 02 Note: Hoped you all enjoyed Part I. I now incorporate a passion of mine into this part of the story using the character of Tiffany. Let me know what you think. --- A week went by, and Stacy got to know Derry. Stacy found out that Derry was a poor Irish girl who loved Red Hot Chili Peppers and who was resentful of the male sex. Apparently, she had had a steady boyfriend in high school who had gotten a little rough with her. Probably too rough, Stacy thought, since he had thrown her off the entire male sex. Stacy suspected rape. Derry was also very shy and reserved, afraid to speak her mind. But after she got to know Stacy, she seemed to open up. Stacy found out that Derry was trying to pay her way through college with her new job. Her bitterness toward men intrigued Stacy, and she put this fact in the back of her mind. Stacy would frequently drop a pen in front of her desk and have Derry pick it up, just to see the girl bend over and show Stacy her ass. Sometimes Stacy would even catch a lacy thong sticking out over the girl's skirt. For some reason, Stacy took off her wedding ring whenever she came to work now. One day after work, Stacy felt like a drink, so she walked down the street to a bar. Ordering a beer, Stacy noticed Derry walking in and also ordering one. Sitting on the other end of the bar, Derry looked over and recognized Stacy. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. Stacy signaled for her to come over next to her. Derry got up glumly, carrying the beer, and sat down beside Stacy. "Nineteen, huh?" Stacy said, taking a swig of her drink. "Look, I'm sorry. If you want to fire me, go ahead-" Derry began. "Who said anything about me firing you?" asked Stacy teasingly. "You mean, you're not going to-" said Derry. "Nope," Stacy answered, "besides, you look like you could use a drink." "Thanks" Derry said quietly. They sat drinking together for a moment. "Have you ever been to a spa?" asked Stacy. "No" responded Derry. "They really are wonderful. Very relaxing, soothing" said Stacy. "I can imagine" Derry said hopefully, amazed she still had her job. They talked for an hour, sharing stories, gossiping, and telling jokes. By the end of the conversation, Stacy thought she could have known the girl all her life. Also, by the end of it, they were both more than a little tipsy. Stacy could feel something coming out from within her, its confining walls broken and ruined. Stacy reached out to touch a green shamrock pin that was attached to Derry's blouse. She grabbed it and stroked it, saying "What a cute pin? Where'd you get it?" Stacy didn't hear the answer because her hand had rubbed up against the girl's braless breast. Stacy rubbed the back of her hand all around Derry's breast, caressing the surprised girl. Derry did not resist. Encouraged, Stacy turned her hand and kneaded the soft flesh of Derry's tit gently, running her forefinger along the now hardened nipple. Derry breathed a soft sigh and looked into Stacy's eyes. "Have you ever been with another girl?" asked Stacy softly. "No" Derry responded quietly. "Would you like to..." Stacy said, leaning towards Derry's face. They kissed tenderly with Stacy's hand on Derry's breast, mildly squeezing her nipple. Stacy snapped out of her fantasy, with Derry saying, "Oh this? My mother gave it to me." There was a pause. "What?" Stacy said, slightly confused. "My pin, my mother gave it to me" Derry repeated. "Oh, yeah, yeah, your pin" Stacy said. Stacy stared at the pin. "Are you alright? I mean you're acting kind of weird" Derry said, concerned. "Yeah, I guess I'm a little too wasted. But I'll be fine in the morning" Stacy answered, laughing. Derry laughed with her. It was getting late, and Stacy thought she should be getting home. She got up to leave, giving Derry a big hug. She could feel the girl's full breasts pressing up against her own, the nipples poking hers. Smiling, Stacy said "See you tomorrow" and walked out of the bar. Derry sat alone at the bar for a time, wondering about things. That night, Derry found herself thinking of her boss. Her bright eyes, her gorgeous legs, her slender fingers. Derry didn't know what to make of these new feelings. She had never been attracted to another girl. She decided to put the thoughts out of her mind. Even so, something in her had awoken. Later in the week, Derry went shopping. She found herself purchasing items that were considerably racier than any of her normal clothes. She convinced herself that they were "for work," subconsciously knowing that she would be violating some kind of dress code if she wore them. But she bought them all the same. Tiny, tight skirts barely covering her ass; tops so tight, one could see her tits clearly outlined. Extremely low cut blouses, lacy bras, and itty bitty thongs. She started wearing them to work. She became increasingly giggly and flirtatious around Stacy, who seemed to like it. Derry had a feeling Stacy was keeping her from being fired for her dress. Derry would often bend excessively low over Stacy's desk, showing off her generous cleavage. Sometimes she would purposefully drop a pencil in front of Stacy to show her ass off while picking it up. Stacy and Derry progressively became best friends throughout the next few weeks. They would often be seen together at Derry's desk joking around and gossiping, or in the break room talking. They went to bars together frequently after work. Derry, meanwhile, took every chance she got to be with Stacy. She loved talking with her. Stacy was smart, nice, and so funny. One night, while at a bar, Derry asked Stacy, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Stacy thought for a minute, and said slowly, "No, I have a...girlfriend." Silence fell between them, filling a few awkward seconds. "So you're a..." Derry began. "I like girls" Stacy said, looking at Derry intently. Derry looked back at her and hesitated about something. "Good to know" she said, smiling an embarrassed smile. Back at her apartment that night, Stacy thought about what happened. She was sure she saw something in Derry's eyes. Some glimmer of curiosity, of lust, of passion. All Stacy had to do was bring that emotion out into the open. She had certainly observed some changes in Derry's manner. For one thing, she now dressed like a total slut. For another, she always talked and laughed at Stacy's mediocre jokes. Now it was only a matter of time. The wait for Derry to make the first move, however long that may take. Stacy smiled a fiendish smile to herself as she gussied up in her bathroom mirror. From the bedroom, lying on the bed on her white silk robe, Tina called, "Baby, let's play a game." Stacy rapidly got undressed and entered the bedroom, swaying sexily. Tina laughed and rolled her eyes, saying exasperatedly. "No, not that kind of game. I want to ask you some questions." Stacy, disappointed, said "How is that a game?" "The questions are about hot girls" answered Tina. "Oh, then I'll play" Stacy said enthusiastically. "Good, now I'm gonna say some names of celebrities and you say if you think they're hot or not" Tina explained. "O.K., go" Stacy said. "Keira Knightley" Tina said. "Sorta, but too skinny" Stacy answered. "Scarlett Johansson." "Hot! And great tits, too!" "Paris Hilton." "Yuck, too slutty." "Jessica Simpson." "Ditzy, but super hot." "Lindsay Lohan." "She used to be really hot before she turned anorexic, but now she's O.K.-looking." "Carmen Electra." "Decent, I guess." "Nicole Kidman." "Eww! Ugly!" "Halle Berry." "Nice boobs, pretty hot." "Natalie Portman." "Sorta hot, but could be hotter." "Hey, I like Natalie Portman!" said Tina, hurt. "I'm just saying, she could be hotter" said Stacy, laughing. "Well you could be hotter!" Tina said sarcastically. "Why are we playing this dumb game anyway?" asked Stacy. "I just wanna see who you think is hot" Tina answered. "Why didn't you just ask me?" Stacy said. "Because" answered Tina. "Because why?" said Stacy. "Just because" Tina answered. "You know that you're the hottest girl I know, right?" asked Stacy seductively. "Yeah, I know, I just wanted to hear you say it" Tina said, grinning. "Of course" said Stacy, annoyed. "Now, come here, baby," Tina said, turning over, getting into the doggystyle position, and pulling up her robe and exposing her pussy and ass, "finger my ass." Stacy obeyed, crawling onto the bed directly behind Tina and started rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. Spreading them out, she revealed Tina's little pink anus. Stacy licked Tina's crack and sucked on her butthole. Tina moaned and breathed faster, taking short intakes of air. Stacy started giving her a rimjob, licking Tina's anus and sticking her tongue in. Tina rubbed her pussy furiously all the while. "Stick your fingers in" she said softly, out of breath. Stacy pulled her face away to suck her fingers for lubricant and Tina's hole puckered slightly, releasing a loud fart. Stacy stuck her face closer to smell it. The raunchy smell was like a perfume to Stacy's nostrils. "Sorry, I couldn't help it" Tina apologized. "That's O.K., baby, it smells kinda sexy" Stacy said, returning her fingers to her mouth. "Oh, here comes another one" Tina said uncomfortably. Stacy pressed her nose directly on Tina's anus just before it puckered a second time, releasing an even louder, longer fart. "Oh yeah, that smells good" Stacy said, very turned on as the sweet foul odor entered her nostrils. After she got her fingers fully lubricated, Stacy stuck her forefinger against Tina's butthole. She pressed gently and it slid inside. Tina winced in slight pain as it passed her sphincter. Once it was in up to Stacy's knuckle, she wiggled it around and went in and out. Tina was sweating now, and began to hump Stacy's hand while sighing in ecstasy. Stacy removed her finger to replace it with two. Tina groaned in sheer passion as Stacy fingered her. Eventually, Stacy fit three fingers in Tina's ass and fucked her hard and fast. Tina was nearing orgasm, saying under her breath "Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, that's it, right there..." Tina humped Stacy's hand one final time, then drove her ass backwards so Stacy's fingers were fully in her. Tina felt her juices squirt out on her hand and collapsed on the bed. Tina gave her hand to Stacy, who licked it clean, then licked her pussy clean. As Tina started to go down on Stacy, Stacy couldn't help but to forget the cute Irish girl that she planned to seduce. That same evening Derry went to bed early due to the groggy feelings of a little too much beer. She slipped off into sleep almost immediately. She dreamt. She was at work, behind her desk. A coworker walked by, staring openly at her with a look of desire on his face. She wondered why he was looking at her in such a way until she looked down. She was completely naked. Stacy came out of her office, naked as well. Stacy seemed lit by a white light that emanated from her body. Derry admired her boss' magnificent nude body. All of a sudden, Stacy was kneeling in front of Derry's chair. She stuck her tongue out, lowering her blonde head towards Derry's pussy. Her tongue touched and Derry screamed in pleasure while Stacy licked and sucked her. Derry awoke sweating profusely, her hand in her pants. She rubbed herself to orgasm and lay back on the mattress thinking. Was this how she really felt? Did she have a crush on her female boss? What was she going to do? True, Stacy was a lesbian, but she had a girlfriend. And she was Derry's boss. A relationship could be lethal to her job. And why was she even thinking this. Girls don't like girls. They weren't made that way. It's unnatural. Derry's mind tossed over and over, contemplating her feelings on the situation. In the end, after hours of thought, she was more confused and disheveled than before. Like Stacy, Tina also had a job. Unlike Stacy, she worked part-time. She was an assistant at a small medical clinic not far from the apartment. Tina was good at her job, mainly because of her "people skills." Her "skills" mainly included people doing things for her (mostly men) because of her looks. Most anything Tina wanted was just a flirt away. Maybe it would be a sexy look given to a UPS guy, or a lick of the lips to a doctor, or even a hand on the thigh of a manager. It worked 98% of the time (at least with men). One day at work, while doing some reports in a back room, a young woman came in. Tina looked up from her work and gave the girl a once-over. Tall (maybe 5'11"), big shiny lips, and blonde. "Excuse me, but can you tell me where Dr. Lunderman's office is? I'm kind of lost" she asked. "Sure, it's down the hall to the left, and it'll be the fifth door on the right" Tina said, studying the woman more closely. Red painted toenails, long, tanned legs, short tan skirt, purple and pink striped shirt, decent size boobs, slightly wide shoulders, red painted fingernails, and hazel eyes accented by a lot of eye shadow. Not bad. "Thanks a lot" the girl said, turning left and walking down the hall. Tina quickly rose from her seat and hurried to the doorway, watching the girl walk down the hall. She had a nice ass too. A little aroused, Tina decided to call Stacy on her cell phone. "Hey sweetie, what's up?" Stacy asked, answering the phone. "Nothin'...I'm just feeling kind of horny right now" Tina answered. "Oh, and why is that?" Stacy questioned. "You're birthday's coming up" Tina said. "Yeah, it is" Stacy said, suddenly remembering, "what are you gonna give me?" "Oh, I'm thinking of something really good" said Tina. "I hope you give me something good" Stacy said. "Oh, it'll be good" Tina said. "It better be, bye" Stacy said. "Bye" Tina responded, hanging up her phone. The rest of the hour, Tina spent thinking of her present for Stacy. At the end of her shift a couple hours later, Tina packed her purse and shut her computer off, preparing to leave. She walked out the front door of the clinic and found that it was raining fairly hard. Having walked to work that day, she was forced to walk through the rain in her pale yellow sundress. Fortunately, she was wearing a bra, so anyone passing by wouldn't get a show. She ran as best she could in her three inch heels, but was thoroughly soaked within seconds. At the corner of her clinic's block, someone came flying around the corner and ran right into Tina, knocking her into a muddy puddle in an adjacent alley. Tina lay in the puddle for a moment and started to get up. Looking up, she saw the blonde girl from the clinic standing over her, a look of great embarrassment on her face. "Sorry! So sorry, here let me help you," she said quickly, extending her hand and pulling Tina up, "I didn't want to get wet." "That's okay" Tina said "I'm fine." "But your dress isn't" the girl said, indicating Tina's now brown, soaked dress. Tina looked at it and frowned, saying "It's nothing, don't worry about it." "Yes it is. C'mon, come back to my place, I'll wash it for you" the girl said. "Well..." Tina began hesitantly. "C'mon, it'll only take a few minutes- half an hour at the most." Tina thought a minute. Here was this hot girl who she didn't even know telling her to come back to her place. It reminded her of something. A few things, actually. "O.K., sure, that would be great" Tina said. "Great!" the girl said, a smile springing to her face. "My car's just over here" the girl said, leading Tina. Once inside the car and on their way, the girl said "I'm Tiffany, by the way." She extended her hand. "Tina" Tina responded, shaking it. "So, do you live around here?" Tiffany asked. "Yeah, just down the street" Tina said, pointing backwards. "Me too, but in the other direction" Tiffany said. "So why were you visiting Dr. Lunderman?" Tina asked. "I needed some information on some treatment" Tiffany answered. "Oh, what kind of treatment?" Tina asked. "Therapeutic, mostly. My back's been hurting lately" Tiffany explained. "That sucks" Tina said. "Yeah, it does" Tiffany said, laughing. Tina joined in the laughter, amused by the sheer comedy of the air. They arrived at Tiffany's small house still giggling. Running inside, Tiffany took Tina to her laundry room. "Here, gimme your dress and I'll pop it in" Tiffany said, opening her washer's door. Tina hesitated for a minute, recalling that Stacy wouldn't like this very much. Tiffany said assertively, "We're both girls, Tina. I'm not gonna see anything I haven't seen before." Tina said "O.K." and pulled her dress off, handing it to Tiffany who threw it in the machine. Tina thanked God she wasn't wearing one of her thongs. She thought she caught something in Tiffany's eyes when she stripped. Only for a second, then it was gone. Once the machine was turned on, Tiffany said "I'm gonna go take these wet clothes off, so wait here. I'll be back in a sec." Tina nodded and Tiffany walked out of the room. Tina looked around the room. It looked like a typical single woman's laundry room. Tina had noticed the absence of a wedding ring on Tiffany's finger. Tina suddenly noticed a laundry basket full of dirty clothes, including some bras and panties. Checking the doorway, Tina snatched a bra out of the basket and read the label. Victoria's Secret, 36C. Next she picked up a pair of white, silk panties and observed them. She noticed a few large stains on the front of them, which Tina recognized as jizz stains. "This girl's been around" Tina thought, smiling. "Your dress should be close to done-" Tiffany said, walking back into the room. Tina dropped the panties and turned around, but too late. Tiffany had a look of surprise on her face, and said "Cum is really hard to get out of silk, in case you don't know." "Sorry, I didn't mean to- well, I don't usually-" Tina stuttered. "It's okay, it's natural to be curious. Next time, you could ask me first" Tiffany said, laughing. Tina giggled a little. The washing machine finished and Tiffany took Tina's dress out and put it in the dryer. Tina noticed that Tiffany was dressed in a fluffy blue bathrobe, her hair still damp. "Look, you seem like a fun person. I'd like to get to know you better, and maybe even become friends" said Tiffany. "We already are friends silly" Tina said, smiling. "Alright then, you wanna go shopping Friday?" Tiffany asked happily. "Sure" Tina answered, nodding her head. "I'll write my number down" Tiffany said, leaving the room. Tina thought while the dryer hummed. Maybe it would be best if Stacy didn't know about this. Tina had a feeling Stacy wouldn't be all that thrilled. Tiffany came back just as the dryer stopped and handed a piece of paper with her number on it to Tina. She then bent down and got Tina's dress, also handing it to Tina. "Thanks for the wash" Tina said, "and see you Friday." "You don't need a ride home?" asked Tiffany. "Nope, looks like the sun's out" Tina said, looking out the window. "Alright then, see you Friday" Tiffany said as Tina went out the door. Walking home, Tina thought about this new, intriguing girl whom she was shopping with Friday. That night Tina went out for Chinese food with Stacy. They got a private little booth in the corner with dimly lit lights. Tina wore a tiny white dress with spaghetti straps and no underwear. Stacy wore a shiny pink dress that showed off her cleavage and slender waist. After they ordered, Stacy felt Tina's soft toes caressing her smooth shin. Tina smiled seductively from across the table. Stacy felt the toes slowly travel up her leg, circling parts at times, going all the way up to her thighs. Tina was sunken in her seat to reach that high. Stacy felt the toes jamming into her crotch and wiggling around, tickling her pussy. Stacy giggled and said "Stop it, what if the waiter comes?" Stacy + Tina Ch. 03 They drove back to Tiffany's house in silence, each of them thinking of what the other might say. When they got to the house they went into the living room, sitting on chairs on the opposite side of the room. Tina said "I think we need to talk. We need to have a good long talk. You know, clear the air." Tiffany agreed, saying "What do you want to know?" Tina said "I have so many questions; it's hard to know where to start. But I'll try." She paused and then asked "So what's your story?" "Good question," Tiffany said, "it's a long story." "I have time," Tina said. Tiffany took a breath and began. "When I was a little boy, I knew I was different. I knew was a girl. My mother foolishly let me wear a dress once, and I refused to take it off. I didn't talk like the other boys, I didn't walk like the other boys, and I didn't act the other boys. When someone hit me, I would just cry instead of hit back. In fact, I cried all the time, contrary to the other boys, who got angry. My mother wouldn't let me wear girl clothes, but I found a way to be a girl anyway. I trained myself to talk very high and walk like a girl. This worked for grade school, but by middle school I began getting made fun of. I wore my hair long, painted my nails, and even put on makeup from time to time. I began getting gay comments every day. My mother, seeing that I was in agony, sought a solution. She took me to a special doctor and I ended up being put on hormone replacement therapy at age twelve. I was overjoyed, knowing that one day I would be a real girl. "Of course, my therapy was illegal, as I was underage. But it worked spectacularly, though. I didn't go normal through male puberty. My penis did not shrink at all; rather, it single-handedly seemed to defy my female transition. It grew big and hairy, forcing me to tape it between my legs. The hormones softened my body and added fat to my butt and breasts. Combined with minor electrolysis, my process of becoming a girl was going very well. While I was transitioning, I was home-schooled. A year later, as a freshman in high school, I came back as Tiffany. I noticed new feelings brewing within me, attractions and crushes. "Unlike most male-to-female transsexuals, I got crushes on both boys and girls. I was actually kind of cute back then, so I got a boyfriend pretty easily. His name was Jason, and was really handsome. He and I were together three years, until October of my junior year. Throughout those three years, I had become a true girl, and both appearance and mentality. I never let Jason get past second, for obvious reasons, but I did suck him a few times. We had a real connection, and eventually I fell in love with him. My breasts had trouble growing, though, never reaching above an A cup. I also had no problem getting hard and cumming, which was also irregular. "Anyway, one day I got lazy and didn't bother to tape my penis down because it was the weekend and I thought I wasn't going to see Jason that day. So anyway, after I ate breakfast and did my homework, I went up to my room and took a nap. While I was napping, I had a sex dream about Jason. Well, parts of Jason anyway." Tiffany smiled deviously to herself, and continued. "I was sucking his dick, and he was really getting into it. He started fucking my face, forcing his cock down my throat. That was the dream, which I was thoroughly enjoying. I was sleeping on my stomach, and I must have started humping the bed. Anyway, I woke up to Jason kissing me on the back of the neck, saying 'Someone's horny.' I explained my dream to him and he flipped me over and lay on top of me, kissing me. While we were making out I realized that I had a huge boner and my skimpy panties and tight cotton skirt didn't exactly help. Before I could get him off me, he felt it. I tried to explain, but he just got really angry and ran out. I cried for weeks after that. My mom and I moved to a different county and I finished high school, never seeing him again. "I went to college and eventually moved on with my life. I got C cup breast implants at 21 and hardly dated. I had sex, with both girls and guys. I never felt anything like I did with Jason. So I've been living alone for the past few years, mostly having one night stands." Tiffany exhaled and looked at Tina, who asked, "Why didn't you get that surgery, you know, the one where they cut off your...your..." "SRS," Tiffany answered, "the surgery, I mean. Sex Reassignment Surgery. Well, I like my dick." Tiffany giggled sweetly. "I feel like it's a part of my body. It's a part of me. I don't mind it, I like it." Tina looked at Tiffany thoughtfully and said "So..." she bit her lip in embarrassment, "how big is it?" Tiffany laughed, saying "How did I know you would ask that? Seven and half inches. There, how's that?!" "That's great!" Tina exclaimed. She paused and asked, "What do think of me?" Tiffany answered "I think you're hot! Probably one of the hottest girls I've ever met." "Thank you, that's awesome. But I have something to tell you. I'm a lesbian" Tina said. "Oh..." Tiffany said, dismayed. Tina said anxiously, "No! No, I mean, that's good. I like girls, but I also like dicks. And you're a girl with a dick." Tiffany smiled, standing up and saying "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Yep" Tina answered, also getting up. They walked towards each other slowly, and kissed. It was tender and soft, long and sweet. The kiss ended, and they embraced, rubbing up against each other. Tina felt the bulge of Tiffany's crotch pressing against her stomach. She felt a new stage in her life coming on as she felt the hard dick of Tiffany against her. That night, lying in Stacy's arms, the thoughtful darkness swirling around her, Tina couldn't help but to think of Tiffany. She thought of the feeling of Tiffany's soft breasts pressing against her own at the same time that Tiffany's erect penis dug into her. Tina hadn't been fucked by a real penis in three years. Ever since then, she had been satisfied with dildos, vibrators, and fingers. They could never replace the real thing. A plastic dildo was nothing compared to a throbbing, veiny, rock-hard dick. Tina had been secretly craving a cock for months now- kept under control by the ministrations of Stacy. Now that she knew Tiffany's secret, Tina could hardly contain her excitement. If all went well, she could be getting fucked by a cock this weekend. And the best part was that Tiffany wasn't a big, hairy man. She was a smooth, sexy, and blonde beauty who happened to have the equipment of a man. It was all so sexy, Tina couldn't help but to get extremely turned on. Stacy could fulfill her lesbian needs, and Tiffany could gratify her straight ones. It was a win-win. Tina fell asleep thinking of how good it will feel to have a dick in her again. Derry had to gather her thoughts. She needed to calm down. She was getting too eccentric. She slipped off her nightie and panties, taking a cold shower. She felt her nipples harden instantly in response to the icy water, and quickly wet her hair, washing it. She had a feeling about today. Today was going to be the day. The one where her and Stacy's relationship would move to the next level. Something in the back of her mind told her that today was special. She shaved her armpits and legs and washed off, stepping out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and looked in the mirror as she dried off. Today had to be the day. She needed it to be. She felt an overwhelming urge to be with someone, to have a meaningful bond. She wanted to wake up next to someone. She wanted someone to call when she was lonely, someone to be there for her. She thought these things as she put on a pair of her skimpiest thongs, a lacy red number. She painted her toes and fingernails bright red. She slipped into a tiny black cotton skirt and pulled on a form-fitting red blouse, no bra. She curled her hair slightly, and put on a generous amount of smoky eye shadow. Finally, she applied shiny red lipstick and looked at her finished work form in the mirror. She adjusted her boobs and put on a pair of silver, 3 inch heels that showed off her cute toes. She put on a long, heavy overcoat, picked up her purse, and was off to work, boobs bouncing and ass wiggling. That day, while sitting in her office, Stacy was caught in a wondering stupor. Her sexy secretary had come to work in a trench coat, quite different from her normal attire. The thing that galled Stacy was that she hadn't taken it off yet. Derry sat, smooth legs crossed, behind her desk, idly smiling, a note of lust in her eyes. Her red lipstick looked very appealing to Stacy. Wet, luscious...inviting. Stacy wondered what exactly Derry had on under the coat, and had a feeling she would soon find out. Until then, the thought drove her crazy. During her lunch break, Stacy was getting some water in the break room when she found out. Derry strutted in, hips swaying and braless breasts jiggling, staring right at Stacy. Derry sauntered over to the bathroom and disappeared from Stacy's view. Stacy was left in shock, her pussy hot, wet, and dripping. This girl wanted it. She had to, judging by the look Stacy had just received. Stacy slowly walked over to the bathroom door, pausing and taking a breath. She pushed the door open to find Derry fixing her makeup in the mirror. Stacy walked over to the luscious redhead, turned her around, and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss lasted for about ten seconds. Derry pulled away, saying, "I thought you had a girlfriend." Stacy responded by jamming her mouth against Derry's in another wet kiss. They made out for a few more heated minutes. Stacy, stopping, said, "Meet me at Club L tonight at nine. Wear something sexy." She left the bathroom, leaving Derry tasting her saliva in her mouth. Stacy thought about Derry all day. That evening, sitting down to dinner with Tina, talking, chatting, and eating, one thing was on Stacy's mind. It wasn't the spaghetti. At about eight, Stacy told Tina she needed to go in to the office to work on a project, bringing her clubbing clothes in her purse. She got in her car and drove. Club L, the hottest lesbian scene in the city. Girls came from all over just to party there. Sleek and hypnotic, the night club had an air of primal urge to it. Stacy had taken Tina there many times. Good music, hot girls, and strong drinks characterized the club. Stacy was a bit nervous. Something about the thought of cheating on Tina ate at her conscience. Her desire pushed her conscience aside. She got to the club at eight thirty, observing the flashing pink neon sign that read simply: "L." Once inside, she sauntered over to the bathroom to change. She stripped her "work" clothes off inside the stall. She slipped into a skimpy silver dress, lowcut and baggy, about halfway to her knees. She had no bra on with a silver, sequined g-string. She exited the stall and did her makeup, applying a generous amount of lip gloss. Walking out of the bathroom, she headed for the bar to wait. Sipping her martini, Stacy took in the club. Tons of girls on the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the beat. A few men were spread throughout the mob of sweaty girls. It was relatively dark, lit up by strobe lights and blue and purple sheet lights. Once in a while, a red spotlight would move throughout the crowd. A DJ was playing up on a stage near the dance floor. Heavy, rumbling bass blasted from the speakers. Girls talked in private booths, tables, and lounges on the sides. There was a balcony on the second floor overlooking the dance floor in front of the V.I.P. lounge. Here and there girls made out, openly groping each other in the heat of passion. The dance floor was another thing. There, girls were literally on each other, humping and grinding their crotches into asses, or breasts into breasts. Some fondled each other; some kissed or licked, some just made out. Everyone was on the beat. Stacy looked around and caught sight of Derry. She had just entered, and was craning her neck to find Stacy. Stacy almost choked on her drink. Derry looked...indescribable. She had done her hair so that it bounced with body and curls. Her eyes were perfection, haloed by smoky black mascara. Her lips shined in the light. She was dressed in a sparkly red two piece number. It glimmered like rubies, and left very little to the imagination. The top was a small tube top, only long enough to push up and cover her magnificent breasts. The bottom was a microscopic miniskirt that barely covered her ass, which hung out the bottom ever so slightly. She had completed the outfit with shiny red, 4 inch heels. Her toned stomach was completely bare and her legs had never looked better. Stacy waved at her and she glided over. "Oh my God! You look so good! This place is really cool!" Derry said, sitting next to Stacy at the bar. "You look amazing" Stacy answered, gesturing toward Derry's body. "Thanks" Derry said, smiling and blushing. "Come with me, we'll go get a booth" Stacy said, offering her hand. "O.K." Derry said, taking Stacy's hand. They walked over to a booth and sat across from one another. Stacy began, saying "Listen, before I say anything, ask me any questions you have- because, we're kind of at, like, a turning point, or something." "O.K.," Derry said, "what happened to your girlfriend?" "She...we...split up" Stacy said awkwardly. "Oh...sorry" Derry said even more awkwardly. "It's O.K. Besides, I'm kind of happy about it. Now we can be together" Stacy said, taking Derry's hands in hers. "I wanted this for so long" Derry said, leaning in toward Stacy. "There are a few things I have to tell you before-" Stacy began, "before, you know, we start. No one at work can know about this. I'm still in the closet there, and if someone were to find out, I'd lose my job. You'd probably lose your job too. So, at work, we should keep it strictly professional." "O.K." Derry said dreamily. "Alright," Stacy said, "with that out of the way, I'd just like to say that you are one of the hottest girls I have ever seen. You're breasts are amazing." "What these?" Derry asked, gesturing to her chest, "They're nothing." "Nothing!?" Stacy exclaimed, "I wish I had a pair of those, they're huge! And so sexy in that top too." "Well, you might just get to feel them sometime in the near future, if you play your cards right" Derry said suggestively. "Well, let's hope I do" Stacy said. There was pause where the two girls just looked into each other's eyes. "Do you want to dance?" Stacy asked. "Sure" said Derry, sweetly, a hint of excitement in her voice. A song had just ended, and the people on the dance floor got a few minutes' rest. Stacy led the sexy redhead through the mass of sweaty, jealous girls. Derry could see some of them checking her out. She just smiled back as they looked on in amazement. Once they were in the middle of the dance floor Stacy turned to face Derry. As the crowd waited for the next song to start up, Derry smelled a mixture of perfumes and body odors, all mixing together in an orgy of scent. The DJ started something up, a low baseline that sounded like a synthesized electric guitar. The mass of girls cheered as the music began. The DJ shouted something that Derry couldn't hear over the cheering and club went dark, with the baseline still playing. Derry felt Stacy's hands on her hips. Suddenly, the club was lit up by a storm of red lights. The blue and purple sheet lights had turned red, and several bright red lights flashed throughout the club. The red spot light began to whirl through the crowd as the beat set in. The thunderous bass awoke the crowd and everyone started to dance. Everyone on the dance floor moved as one. It became crowded, with the girls all pushing up against each other as they danced. Derry felt the beat infest her body and bounced to it. She ground her ass into Stacy's crotch and rotated quickly, letting Stacy ride it. Stacy guided her with her hands, and humped her crotch into Derry's ass. Derry began to sweat, sweat dripping down her stomach. Tremendous heat was being generated from the two girls as they danced to the beat. The song sped up and everyone danced faster, and more franticly. Red lights flashed and swept everywhere. Stacy turned Derry around and ran her hands down the front of her body. She groped the sexy girl's sweaty breasts, and Derry threw her head back in pleasure. Once she felt Derry's nipples harden under top, Stacy moved her hands down to her ass and pressed Derry's crotch into her own. They ground together while Stacy nibbled Derry's ear and sucked her neck. The song ended with Stacy and Derry kissing deeply. The next song was slow, so Derry put her hands around Stacy's neck, pressing her body up against the blonde's. They looked into each other's eyes, whispering words of lust in one another's ears. They danced for about an hour more and decided to call it a night. They stepped out into the cold night air, and Stacy said "I'll come over to your place Saturday night, O.K.?" "Not tonight?" Derry asked, making a pouty face, disappointed. "No, not tonight. Saturday night. I'll see you then" Stacy said seductively. She pulled Derry in for a goodnight kiss, which turned into a goodnight make out. After about five minutes, Stacy came up for air, saying "Saturday night. Bye." "Bye" Derry answered licking her lips, watching her new lover walk away. It occurred to her that Saturday night should be fun. Tina called Tiffany the following morning, when Stacy went to work. "Hello?" answered Tiffany's voice over the receiver. "Hey Tiffany, it's Tina" Tina said brightly. "Hi Tina! What's up?" Tiffany answered happily. "Nothing much, just wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch today." "I'd love to! What time?" "I'll pick you up at twelve?" "Sure!" "Great! See you at twelve." "Bye!" "Bye!" Tina said, hanging up the phone. Tina had to pick out the right first date outfit. It should be more conservative than usual. After all, Tina did have the whole afternoon free. She slipped on jean capris with a white tee shirt and pink sweatshirt, topping the outfit with a pair of sandals. She put her hair back in a pony and slipped on a pair of movie star sunglasses. When Tina pulled up to Tiffany's house, Tiffany came prancing out in a short black skirt and white sweater with high heels. Her hair bounced with volume and curl. Getting in the car, Tiffany said "Hey Tina!" They kissed and Tina said "Hi." They made small talk until they arrived at the nice upscale café. They got a nice table by the window. Once they ordered, Tina said softly, lustfully, "I've been thinking about it all the time." "Thinking about what?" Tiffany asked. "You know what" Tina said. "Oh..." Tiffany said, enlightenment washing over her, "really?" "Yeah" Tina said, nodding slowly, "I can't get it out of my head." Tiffany blushed profusely and said "I've been thinking about you too." "Oh? What about me, exactly?" Tina asked devilishly. "I don't know, your boobs, your butt, your..." Tiffany trailed off, embarrassed. "My what?" Tina asked persistently. "Your..." Tina said slowly. "My what?" Tina repeated. "Your pussy," Tiffany said, "I've been thinking about your pussy." Tiffany was flustered red with embarrassment. "What about my pussy?" Tina said, hungrily looking Tiffany in the eye. "You know, I..." Tiffany began. "Do you wanna fuck it?" Tina half whispered. "What?" Tiffany said, extremely embarrassed. "Do you wanna fuck it? Do wanna fuck my pussy?" Tina said quickly, intensely. "Yes" Tiffany whispered, staring down at the table, blushing profusely. "Is your cock hard?" Tina asked as if making normal conversation again. Stacy + Tina Ch. 04 "Hurry," Tiffany said, "I'm about to explode!" Tina drove a little fast to Tiffany's house. Arriving there, they got out of the car and ran inside. Tiffany took Tina by the hand and led her to the bedroom. They sat on the poofy king-size bed together and kissed passionately for a few minutes. When they both started to feel each other's breasts, Tina said "Wait" and stood up. A disappointed look crossed Tiffany's face. It disappeared when Tina stripped out of her dress, standing before Tiffany in only a beige thong. "That's much better" Tina said teasingly, "Your turn." Tiffany rose from the bed and turned around to let Tina unzip her dress and unsnap her bra. She let the dress drop to the floor and shrugged off the bra, freeing her breasts. She stood only in her black bikini cut panties, topless like Tina. They looked at each other for a brief, lust-filled moment and then began to make out heavily. Tina squished her boobs in Tiffany's, feeling the shemale's erect nipples jutting and rubbing against her own. They fell on the bed and Tiffany began to pull down Tina's panties. Tina's clit was completely hairless and wet. Tiffany rubbed it lovingly, feeling Tina's juices on her fingers. Tina sat up and pulled off Tiffany's panties, exposing her rigid dick and droopy balls. Tina breathed a sigh of anticipation and whispered simply "Condoms?" "Oh yeah" Tiffany said, remembering. She scooted to the bedside and opened a dresser drawer, withdrawing a bag of condoms. Tearing open a package, Tiffany said flirtatiously, "Ooo, strawberry-flavored." "Yummy" Tina said playfully, laying back on the pillows of the bed and spreading her legs wide. Tiffany sat cross-legged and hunched over to slip the rubber on. It was red and, once on, made Tiffany's cock look extra-pink. Tiffany got to her knees and hobbled directly in between Tina's waiting legs. Tina shifted her body toward Tiffany until her pussy was an inch or so away from the shemale's hard dick. Tiffany leaned over Tina and shifted her weight to her arms, placing her hands above Tina's shoulders. As she leaned in she moved her crotch forward and entered Tina. Tina gave a tiny cry of ecstasy as she felt Tiffany's head go in. Tiffany pushed all the way forward, moving delectably slow, until her cock was completely enveloped in Tina's soft hole. The two girls paused in that position, just breathing, feeling, and savoring. Tiffany broke the stillness with her pelvis removing most of her cock from Tina's pussy, then pushing it back in. She did all of this very slowly, sensually. Tina breathed contentedly in short, shallow breaths. She played with her boobs, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her boobs together. Tiffany's dick in her pussy felt so good. It made her feel so full, so aroused. She was glad to finally have a real dick in her again. Tiffany felt Tina's warm, slick walls massaging her dick and she began to thrust her cock into Tina harder and faster. As she steadily increased the speed of her fucking, Tina lifted her head up to kiss Tiffany lustfully. The speed became greater and greater, until at last Tiffany was fucking Tina like a piston, her cock pounding into Tina's pussy. Her balls slapped against Tina, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on both girls, lubricating their sex. Now and then, Tina would grit her teeth and say "Oh fuck, ooh fuck" between gasping breaths. Tiffany began to groan with each thrust. She let her head drop in exhaustion. Her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. Faster and faster, harder and harder, Tiffany fucked Tina. Tiffany could feel herself getting close. She felt the usual precum form on the tip of her dick, wetting the inside of the condom. She felt the pressure of the impending load that she would inevitably jettison. She could almost feel the cum churning in her balls, ready to be released. As Tiffany was feeling all this, Tina's first orgasm flooded through her. Tingling sensations shot from her pussy as its walls clamped around Tiffany's dick. Tina breathed a sigh of delighted relief in her orgasm and then let out another heavier breath as her second orgasm overcame her. While Tina was in this state of orgasmic rapture, Tiffany reached her peak. She gave three almighty thrusts; pushing her dick in as hard and as fast as she could but leaving it there for a few seconds, grinding it into Tina's soaked pussy. On the final thrust Tiffany held her dick in while she exploded. A huge amount of cum shot into the condom. Tiffany spurted once, twice, three times; she pulled out a little and pushed back in as she erupted. After a few more smaller spurts, the cum was forced back around Tiffany's dick, coating her shaft and making it slippery. She moaned luxuriously as she pulled her softening penis out of Tina. "Ooooh my God" Tiffany breathed. She laid down on her side next to Tina. The two girls lay on the bed, panting. Tina eventually sat up and made her way to Tiffany's deflated dick. Being careful not to spill any of Tiffany's cum, she slipped the soiled condom off. It felt warm and squishy in Tina's hands. Tina also noticed that there was about a gallon of cum in it. She smiled with pride and brought the rubber to her mouth. Glancing over at Tiffany to see if she was looking (which she was- in fact, Tiffany was glued to Tina's every move), Tina stuck the opening of the condom in her mouth, biting down on it. Then she slowly turned the condom inside-out, letting the gooey cum spill into her mouth. She then stuck out her tongue, showing Tiffany her own seed. She swallowed, licked the condom clean, and said "Yum, strawberries." She then kissed Tiffany, letting her tongue into Tiffany's mouth, spreading the taste of salty strawberries. Tina, noticing Tiffany's cum-covered cock, said "Looks like I still have some cleaning up to do." She moved her head to Tiffany's crotch and swallowed Tiffany's flaccid dick whole, licking along the shaft and covering it with saliva. As Tina sucked her cock clean, Tiffany felt herself once again getting hard, and, sure enough, when Tina lifted her head away, it stood at attention. "Oooh, how cute" Tina said, giving Tiffany's cock a peck on the head. The two girls giggled. "So...what's next?" Tina asked, massaging Tiffany's balls. Tiffany thought for a moment. "Um...well, actually, I usually have anal sex with most of my partners, so I've gotten kind of used to that" Tiffany said warily. "Anal sex?" Tina asked. "Yeah, I mean, if you want to. I kind of like it but if you don't want to-" "Yes! I mean, sure, I want to!" Tina interrupted. "I've always wanted to try it with a..." she was about to say "guy" but caught herself, "someone with a penis." She blushed at her awkward words. "Really? Great! I know you'll love it!" Tiffany said excitedly. "O.K.!" Tina said brightly, "But we have to use a condom." Tina pictured Stacy finding cum dripping out of her ass. That could not happen. "O.K." Tiffany answered happily. "So, how do we do this?" Tina asked. "Like how do you want me? Like on my back, or standing or maybe just sitting down on your dick?" "How about on your hands and knees? That would be, like, the easiest way to do it" Tiffany suggested. Tina gave her a mock-surprise look. "You mean, like, doggystyle? You dirty little slut!" She laughed and Tiffany answered, giggling, "Yeah, doggystyle." "Alright," Tina said, "do you have any more condoms?" "Yes" Tiffany answered, scooting over to the dresser. "Good. Oh, and we need some lube. I'll probably be really tight." "The tighter the better" Tiffany said retrieving some KY jelly out of the dresser. "I'll loosen you up before we're done" she said devilishly and smiling teasingly. "Now," Tiffany said, positioning herself, "turn over." Tiffany knelt behind Tina and ripped open the second condom, putting it on her erect cock. "This one's watermelon" Tiffany said suggestively. "I love watermelon" Tina said, looking back at Tiffany and smiling. Tiffany inched towards Tina's awaiting butt hole, lube in hand. She squirted a generous amount of it onto her dick and rubbed it all over. Then she rubbed some on Tina's anus. "Ooo, it's cold!" Tina exclaimed, twitching with nervousness and excitement. Tiffany tossed the lube aside and grabbed Tina's hips, positioning her cock a few inches from Tina's anal opening. Tiffany noticed how slim Tina's waist was and how large her butt was. She noticed the dynamic of Tina's extremely wide hips. Her ass was beautiful. It wobbled and jiggled even now with her touch. Tina had the perfect hourglass figure. Suddenly Tiffany remembered something important. "You don't, like, have to poop or anything, do you?" she asked. "Nope" Tina answered sweetly. "Good!" Tiffany said, playfully slapping Tina's right butt cheek, making it waggle. "Alright," Tiffany said and paused as the two girls prepared themselves, "let's do it." Tiffany pushed her pelvis forward until the head of her cock was pressing against Tina's anus. "This is gonna hurt, but it will only hurt for the first few times" Tiffany said caringly. "I can take it. Just don't stop. Go ahead" Tina said, glancing back reassuringly. "O.K., here I go" Tiffany said. She started to apply pressure to Tina's anus. Her dick didn't budge. Tiffany leaned on Tina, applying great force behind her dick. The head of her penis was forced through Tina's sphincter. Tina dropped her head, sharply intaking a breath of pain. Tiffany slowly fed her more of her cock, pushing hard to gain ground. Tina whimpered as shots of pain hit her, softly saying "Ow, ow." "Easy now, you're doing great, baby" Tiffany encouraged, rubbing Tina's ass. When Tiffany's cock was about halfway in, breathed a small cry of pain, forcing her face into the mattress. Tiffany could here sounds of crying and stopped. "Are you O.K., Tina?" she asked, worried. Tina took a minute to answer. "Yeah- I'm fine- don't stop" she said between gritted teeth. Tiffany obeyed and pushed the rest of her cock in. Through the worst of the agony, Tina felt for the first time a cock up her ass. "How does it feel?" Tiffany whispered lustfully. "It feels...amazing" Tina said quietly and satisfied. Tina felt so full and so naughty. What she was doing right now was so taboo. Dicks weren't supposed to go up asses, especially girls' asses because they had pussies to be fucked. There was no real purpose to anal sex. Tiffany wasn't supposed to be the one with the dick fucking her. Tiffany shouldn't even have a dick. A hot blonde girl...with a raging hardon? All this seemed so wrong. That's what made it so hot. With her ass full of hot shemale dick, Tina now wanted to really enjoy it. "Fuck me" Tina said strongly. "My pleasure" Tiffany said. Tiffany started to withdraw her dick slowly. She pulled about halfway out, and pushed back in. She felt Tina's ass being coated with the lube, making it easier to fuck her. Once again, Tiffany began to speed up in fucking Tina. "You're a lot looser now" she commented between breaths. Tina was. Her anal walls had spread out, seemingly becoming used to the intruding member. The slippery walls massaged Tiffany's dick and she felt her second orgasm coming. Not wanting to miss a golden opportunity, Tiffany mounted Tina, pressing her breasts into Tina's back and forcing Tina fall to her elbows and raise her ass in the air. Tina's head now lay on the mattress, made to stay there by Tiffany's weight. Tina reached her hand between her legs and began to play with her pussy. Tiffany fucked her almost straight down into the mattress, her dick ramming into Tina's anus almost perpendicular to the bed. Tina moaned as she panted with lust and said "Yes! Fuck! That's it- ride me! Ride me like I'm your bitch!" Tiffany fucked her hard, saying "Yes, yes- oh God yes!" With one final thrust, Tiffany jammed her cock as deep as it would go into Tina's ass and shot her load. It was smaller than her previous load, but still substantially filled the condom. As Tiffany came down from her orgasm, Tina brought herself off for her third orgasm of the night. "Oh!" she sighed intensely as she came over her fingers. The two separated and lay down on their sides facing each other on the bed. Both breathed hard. "That was amazing" Tiffany said, "That was the best sex I've ever had." "Yeah" Tina said, reaching down to remove Tiffany's condom. Tiffany watched with desire. This time, Tina held the condom open and scooped out the jizz with her forefinger. She then sucked the semen off of her finger very sexily, looking right at Tiffany the whole time. She offered the last bit of cum to Tiffany, who eagerly accepted, licking Tina's finger clean. The two kissed sensuously for a few minutes, then lay together, just looking into one another's eyes. Tina snapped suddenly out of it. "What time is it?" she asked abruptly. "It's one a.m.," Tiffany answered calmly, "why?" Tina's mind scrambled for an answer. She needed to get out of there and back to Stacy quick. "Um, because, I have to work in the morning," Tina said slowly, "early." Tiffany frowned. "You can't stay?" she asked, disappointed. "No, I have to get home" Tina said sadly. She got off the bed and started to dress. "When will I see you again?" Tiffany asked innocently. "I'll call you tomorrow, O.K.?" Tina suggested. "O.K." Tiffany said. "Tonight was awesome" Tina said, fully-dressed. She walked over the bed and kissed Tiffany. "I'll call you" she said. "Bye" Tiffany said dismally. "I'm sorry. Bye" Tina said. And then she was off into the night. When Tina arrived home that night she hurriedly jumped in the shower to get rid of any suspicious smell on her. Stacy was still up, lying in bed reading a magazine. When Tina entered the bedroom in her nightie she asked "Why are you still up sweetie? It's nearly two." She lay down next to Stacy. Stacy responded "I wanted to wait for you..." She put her arm around Tina's waist and rubbed. Tina looked at Stacy apologetically and said "I'm really tired Stace, can we do it another night?" Stacy, sensing Tina's resistance, said "Fine" and removed her hand. Tina fell quickly asleep but Stacy lay for a long time in bed, not thinking of Tina. From that night on something irregular happened to Stacy and Tina. For one thing, they didn't have sex all the next week. Each night, one of them would have an excuse for why they couldn't. And each night they seemed to distance themselves from each other little by little. They hardly talked for three days. When they did, it was in thoughtless conversation. Each of them seemed to be increasingly concerned with something else. Stacy spent all week waiting anxiously for Saturday night to come. She went shopping to pick out the perfect outfit, went to the salon to get her hair and nails done, and made dinner reservations at an upscale sushi bar. All that was left was to come up with a good excuse for Tina. Stacy knew she couldn't use work any more, so she thought about it hard. Then she came up with the perfect lie. She told Tina that she was visiting an old male friend. She would leave Saturday night and come back Sunday afternoon. Tina seemed unresponsive, but Stacy thought nothing of it. She was too excited about seeing Derry. The night finally came and Stacy left to pick up Derry. She stopped to change in the car. She wore a black bra with pink stitching on the cups and black lowrise panties. She wore the proverbial "little black dress" that was extra-little, complete with a plunging neckline (which revealed her crack of cleavage), and a super-short skirt (it was an inch or two below her ass). The skirt showed off her fantastic legs, going down to her three inch black heels. She had her nails painted hot pink and wore the same shade of lip gloss. She purposely overdid her makeup to look like a sex kitten, just for Derry. Her hair was straight, smooth, and shiny. She took off her wedding ring and replaced it with a diamond necklace. Overall, she thought she looked very sexy. She arrived at Derry's apartment, where the girl was outside waiting. As usual, she looked stunning. She had on low heels that were brown. Stacy followed her legs up to her lowcut olive green dress. It had spaghetti straps that showed off her freckled shoulders. Stacy didn't look at Derry's shoulders too long, because the girl obviously had a push-up bra on. The bra made her breasts look bigger than Tina's. Derry had no lipstick on (like she needed any!) and wore a small amount of eye liner with a hint of green eye shadow. She wore her hair down and had curled the ends to give it bounce. As Derry hopped in Stacy's red SUV, she said "Hi sweetie." "Hi" Stacy said, leaning over and kissing the girl. "I missed you so much" Derry gushed. "I missed you too" Stacy said kindly. The two had a lovely dinner sitting side by side at the sushi bar, Stacy stealing glances down Derry's dress, Derry catching her and Stacy smiling. By the end of the meal it was apparent that both girls were ready to go. Getting back in the car, Stacy said "Let's go back to you place." Derry immediately protested, saying "No- I mean, we can't- it's being renovated." Derry couldn't let Stacy see her poor living conditions. Besides, her tiny single bed would never fit the two of them. Stacy, on the other hand, was in a similar twist. She couldn't take Derry home because of Tina. For a moment Stacy panicked. Then she had an idea. "Let's get a hotel room. Some place nice. Like a Hilton or something" she suggested. "O.K.!" Derry said, sounding excited. They both laughed and giggled all the way to their room at the Hilton. It was a suite with a minibar and king size bed. They ordered some champagne and got settled in. It was going to be a long night. The champagne bottle began to empty. Stacy planted little kisses on Derry's face as they sipped the bubbly liquid. Derry let the feeling of being with Stacy wash over her as she lay against the pillows enjoying Stacy's attention. As the champagne disappeared, Stacy's kisses got longer, deeper, more sexual. At last the bottle was empty and the glasses were discarded. Stacy leaned over and stroked Derry's face lovingly. She stared at the girl for a moment, but not a moment more. Her hand moved swiftly down to Derry's breasts, jamming into them and squeezing. Her other hand went behind the girl's neck and pressed Derry's lips into Stacy's. Stacy pushed her tongue into Derry's open mouth, kissing her hard and deep. They made out like this for about ten minutes, Stacy all the while rubbing Derry's chest. Breaking the kiss, Stacy kissed down the redhead's neck and said strongly, "Stand up." Derry edged off the bed still kissing Stacy and stood up with her. "Turn around" Stacy said, grabbing Derry's shoulders. Derry did as she was told. Stacy seized the zipper of Derry's dress and pulled it quickly down. Then she yanked the girl's dress off, leaving Derry standing in her dark green bra and boyshorts panties. Stacy then reached behind her back to unzip and rip off her own dress. She pushed Derry back on to the bed and lay on top of her. Stacy felt the mass of Derry's breasts pushing against her own, emphasized by her push-up bra. She made out with Derry as she kneaded her breasts through her bra. The two girls rubbed against each other sensually, clad only in lingerie, lost in passion of the night. As they kissed, Stacy's long blonde hair cascaded down, mixing with Derry's fiery red hair. Stacy reached under Derry and felt her bra strap. She was very excited, almost intensely anxious to get Derry's bra off. This would be the first time she would see Derry's breasts unclothed; nothing over them. She would finally see those magnificent mounds of her beautiful lover. She fumbled with the strap for what seemed like forever. Then, she felt the joyful and triumphant click.