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The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 01

By: polyman



Chapter 1:

"The Grand Lesson"

It was a warm and sunny day on the trendy shopping district of Whyte Avenue in Edmonton, Canada. This part of town was always busy, especially on warm spring days, like this particular Saturday. Two people milling amongst the crowd of shoppers were two long-time friends, who regularly frequented this part of town. Both of them loved the tree-lined streets, old buildings and unique shops of the trendy and famous Whyte Avenue.

The taller of the two women was named "Benita" but her friends called her "Ben" for short. She was a little tall for a girl and had an athletic physique, which included a smaller set of breasts, yet still a respectable B cup. While she resented her breast size, she knew that she was pretty and was proud of her slender body which she liked to show off with tight clothes. Her chestnut hair fell straight and reached just past her shoulders, when she was still enough to let it. Her hair was light and fine and always seemed to be in motion. Her brown eyes sparkled with life as she smiled, which was most of the time. 

Benita was quite a charming woman, and was the life of the party. She sought out the spotlight in each room she was in, and usually found it. This of course garnered her: a wide circle of friends, and more than her share of male attention, all of which she lapped up. 

The woman walking with Benita was her best friend, Carmen. Carmen was Benita's best friend and confidant. Carmen's curves were fuller and more rounded than Benita's. While Carmen had an hourglass figure, it was accentuated by a little more of her. As a result her breasts, like the rest of her body, were larger and more generous than the average woman's; her breasts were a full and round D cup. Her light brown hair had a natural wave which flowed down past her shoulder blades and was quite thick. Her green eyes darted this way and that as she carefully examined the world around her. 

Carmen was much more mature than Benita and served not only as her friend and confidant, but also as her councillor. Yet Carmen's confidence and self-image was much lower than Benita's. As a result Carmen was more reserved than the bubbly Benita.

Carmen and Benita had been friends since childhood and they were both pretty women. Both of the women were in their last year of high school and were eighteen years old, yet Carmen was older by a few months.

Both of the women were left to their own supervision most of the time, but for different reasons. Benita's parents both worked in high-paying jobs so they were always working late as they climbed the corporate ladder.

Carmen's father had left her mother when Carmen was a young child so, Susan, Carmen's mother, was working two jobs to pay the bills. Carmen wanted to work and help pay the bills but Susan refused, saying that high school was Carmen's job. As a result, Carmen always made sure to get good grades in school.

Benita always had more money to spend than Carmen did, but did not flaunt this; she quietly paid for things when Carmen wasn't looking. Carmen offered Benita friendship, support and guidance in return and the pair remained fast friends since elementary school. 

"So you had to walk home?" Carmen asked in shock as she walked beside Benita while they crossed the street. 

"Yeah he kicked me out of the car! He sat there and demanded a blowjob, saying that I 'owed him!' Can you believe that! Where does it say that just because a woman goes out with a man that she owes him sex!" Benita ranted as she shook her head before glaring at Carmen.

"Did he pay for dinner?" Carmen asked carefully.

"Dinner and the movie, so what?" Benita scoffed.

"How many dates did this make?" Carmen asked curiously. 

"Seven! So what?" Benita scowled at Carmen, clearly miffed at where this conversation was going.

"Well, you have spent a lot of time together, and he has he spent a lot of money on you. You might have given him 'Thank you head'," Carmen said regretfully looking at Benita in a sorrowful manner. "Or at least a 'hand-job'," she quickly added.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Benita shouted in shock. "What the hell for?" Benita added in a disgusted scoff.

"Well, look at it from his point of view," Carmen started to say but was cut off by an angry Benita.

"Oh I know his point of view just fine! All he saw me for was a piece of ass! All he wanted to do was to fuck me! All men ever want to do with a woman is fuck! They don't care about her, or if she wants it, or if she is in the mood, all they want is a pussy to stick their cocks into! I want to be more than just a conquest or piece of ass!" Benita shouted a little too loud as a pair of old ladies looked at Benita in shock as they walked by. 

"All men aren't like that," Carmen replied calmly. 

"ALL Men are obsessed with their own dicks!" Benita snorted as she started to walk more briskly down the avenue sidewalk. 

"Most men may have sex on the brain a majority of the time, I'll give you that, but not all men are like that," Carmen said as she strode quicker to catch up with Benita. "I've dated more than a few of them," Carmen added knowingly.

"What do you know?" Benita scoffed.

"Hey, I may not be as pretty as you, but I've still had my share of guys try to get into my pants!" Carmen retorted angrily as she grasped Benita's arm and made Benita stop and face her. 

Benita's face drained of anger. She paused and sighed heavily before looking up into Carmen's face with sincerity. It was clear, even to Carmen, that this was no act. Carmen had seen Benita's fake apologies to others before; this was Benita being genuinely sorry.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little on edge about last night," Benita said with genuine sincerity in her eyes and ringing in her voice as she looked her best friend in the eyes.

"It's okay, I understand, but you really need to learn that not all guys are the same," Carmen said as she let go of Benita's arm and the pair resumed walking again.

"I know, but lately it seems that every guy I go out with seems to want one thing," Benita complained with a sigh as Carmen put her arm around Benita.

"Well, you're the one who dresses in tight clothes all the time and flirts with every guy you meet. What do you expect?" Carmen said with a laugh as she tugged on the far side of the slim-fitting shirt Benita was wearing before letting it snap back into shape.

"I'm a flirt who likes to be the centre of attention, that's who I am. Sure, I like to go out with guys and have them spend time and money on me. That doesn't mean that I'm gonna have sex with any and all guys who take me out a few times," Benita said with sincerity, as she looked into Carmen's eyes with a look that wanted to be understood.

"But you haven't had any sex with anyone!" Carmen said with a laugh.

"You're a virgin, too!" Benita retorted, slightly offended. 

"You don't have to go all the way with a guy to have a bit of fun. You can mess around a bit and still keep your virginity," Carmen said calmly and with a smirk on her face before she added, "I have."

"I haven't met any guy that I've wanted to risk going all the way with. I'm afraid that once I get started I may not be able to stop before it's too late," Benita said in a slightly sheepish manner.

"Come," a strange voice whispered on the wind in Benita's ears.

Benita knew that nobody had spoken aloud . . . this voice was in her head. Benita was about to shake it off as a figment of her imagination, but it seems the voice wouldn't be denied. 

"Come," the strange voice from the wind repeated. 

At that moment Benita felt a strange pull to a nearby shop. Benita looked up and then rather intently at a small storefront not far up the avenue. Benita didn't know how to explain either the voice in her head or the pull towards this shop, so she didn't try.

"What is it?" Carmen asked with concern in her voice and on her face.

Carmen was about to talk when Benita, and Benita alone, heard the voice on the wind. It was the shocked expression on Benita's face which made Carmen fall silent. The distracted and uneasy expression on her best friend's face made Carmen concerned.

"Let's check this place out," Benita replied, trying to look and sound calm as she pointed at the shop she felt drawn to.

The shop Benita felt drawn to was in an old brick building, not unlike any of the others on Whyte Avenue. The sign above the shop read, "The Spirit Guide. Offering The Grand Lesson! Change your life for only $99" They walked over to and entered the shop, not sure why they were doing so.

Inside the shop, the front area matched what they saw in the window, the mood was, dark, foreboding and mystical. There was stuff everywhere: beads, crystals, trinkets of every size and shape adorned a few old display counters. Along the walls were bookshelves with titles that seemed to be on either spirituality or mysticism. On shelves on the wall behind the display counter were jars with handwritten labels, most, if not all, were hard to read from a distance. The contents of the jars were either powders of varying colour, consistency and texture, or the oddest things dried out so they twisted and distorted into the weirdest shapes imaginable. In front of one section of the counter were three wooden stools and the area approximately resembled a bar counter. 

Carmen and Benita had just finished looking the store over when they heard the sound of beads rattling. From the back of the store, through a bead curtain, came an old black woman. She had a sense of warmth, calm and great wisdom about her. Her eccentric clothes were well suited to her and this shop, but on the street, however, her outfit might have drawn attention. 

"Welcome, my dears, come for your lesson, I see?" The old woman asked charmingly, in a thick Haitian accent.

"What?" Benita asked in confusion.

"You've come to start your grand lesson, no?" The old woman asked with a warm smile. 

"We . . ." Benita started to reply but fell silent, not sure how to answer that question and not sound like a nutcase. 

"We were walking by and . . . noticed your shop so we thought we'd come in," Carmen answered with a touch of nervousness in her voice as she glanced around the shop. 

"You heard the call, didn't you?" The old woman asked both Benita and Carmen in a direct and knowing manner, her eyes darting between the two friends.

"What?" Carmen asked with wide eyes of nervousness.

"You heard a voice on the wind call you to come in here, didn't you? You felt a pull, so you complied, didn't you?" The old woman said in a knowing, yet warm and calming manner. 

"No," Carmen replied with a bit of a chuckle. 

"Yes," Benita replied before she could catch the words coming out of her mouth. "How'd you do that?" she asked in a blunt and unnerved manner.

"It wasn't me, it was the spirits. They sent you here, because you have something to learn, something very important," The old woman said with a nod as began walking. 

The old woman walked behind the counter and pulled a few small jars down off the shelf and started to fix three cups of tea. 

"The 'grand lesson,' I suppose?" Carmen asked in a sceptical manner as she crossed her arms.

"Yes," the old woman nodded as she poured some hot water into each cup from a nearby kettle which just reached boiling. 

"What is the grand lesson?" Benita asked curiously as she took a step towards the old woman.

"It is something different for each person, but it is something important, something that you need to learn," the old woman said as she turned and placed the three cups of tea on the counter, near the stools. "Sit down, have some tea and we'll talk about it," she added with a smile.

"Thank you," Benita said as she walked towards the counter and sat down.

As Carmen followed, Benita still wondered why she was here. What was she doing in this strange shop? Why did she have a need to know what this old woman wanted to tell her? Benita didn't usually go for this spirituality stuff so she was certainly out of her element to be in a place such as this. There was something compelling, not controlling, her to be here, so she listened with rapt attention.

"Okay, fine, tell us all about this 'grand lesson'," Carmen said in a warm manner, yet underneath there was a touch of nervousness and disrespect. 

At that, Carmen sat down on the stool next to Benita and picked up the last cup of tea brought it to her lips and sipped. 

"The grand lesson is not something to be undertaken lightly, it is something very serious, and it will change your life and help you to become a better person," The old woman said in a serious manner.

"I think I heard this on an infomercial once," Carmen said to Benita with a light chuckle and rolled her eyes. 

"This is serious! Trust me, what I offer, you can't get anywhere else! I guarantee results!" The old woman said in an offended tone of voice before she took a brief moment to calm down. "I did not bring you here! If you are here it is because the spirits want you to learn something, not I!" she added in a less offended tone of voice.

"Okay then, what to the 'spirits' want me to learn?" Benita asked in a charming, yet slightly unnerved manner.

"I can't tell you, but it is something which is preventing you from developing into a better person . . . something which is holding you back," The old woman said with certainty. 

"Why can't you tell me? If it is that important, if it is something that I need to learn, why can't you tell me what it is I need to learn?" Benita asked in a polite, yet challenging manner.

"The spirits called you here, so they know what you need to learn," The old woman said as she sipped on her tea. 

"Do we need to do a séance or something, in order to talk to the spirits?" Carmen asked with a touch of disrespect in her voice.

"All you need to do is be calm, and be receptive to what they have to say. If they called you here, then you can already hear them, you just need to be open to them," The old woman said with a firm and authoritative tone. "Finish your tea," she added and then busied herself with cleaning up the shop sipping on her tea occasionally.

As Benita and Carmen sat there and sipped on their teas both women fell silent and enjoyed the peace of the moment. While Carmen wanted to get up and leave, she could sense that Benita wanted to be here, so she stayed for her friend. Benita also wanted to leave but still felt as if she was supposed to be here for some, as yet, unknown reason. The longer they sat there, the calmer and more subdued both women got. By the time their tea was finished, both Carmen and Benita were completely calm and at peace. In all this time the old woman didn't do or say anything to break that calm. It wasn't for a moment after the teas were done, that someone broke the silence. 

"I am selfish," Benita said in a calm and almost monotone tone of voice. "I don't think of others or consider their point of view at all. All I ever think of is me," she added and then paused for a brief moment, almost in thought. "I don't trust men at all and think that they are obsessed with sex all the time," Benita continued in the same monotone tone of voice, not looking at anyone, just staring straight ahead.

"I don't stand up for myself. I let others, particularly Benita, push me around," Carmen added in the same drained tone of voice, while staring blankly at the wall of jars ahead of her.

"See, you can hear the spirits, if you listen carefully enough, Are you both ready to undertake the grand lesson?" The old woman asked in a knowing tone of voice as she walked back to where the women were sitting and sipped on her tea.

"I . . . I don't know," Benita said in a worried tone of voice as she snapped out of the daze she was in. 

"You've already identified what is holding you back from being a better person. What do you have to lose, other than what you need to discard anyways?" the old woman asked in a leading and expectant tone of voice.

"Well," Benita replied in a somewhat convinced manner.

"Ben, I don't know about this," Carmen said as she too came out of her funk and put her hand on Benita's arm, looking at her friend in a worried manner.

"What exactly is involved in the grand lesson, and how long does it take?" Benita asked cautiously as she glanced between Carmen and the old woman.

"The grand lesson takes as long as it needs to take, and it is not something you can learn at night school. The spirits themselves are your teacher for the grand lesson. All I do is give you an obstacle to overcome which will force you to learn what you need to learn," the old woman said with confidence.

"So for us, what would you do?" Benita asked curiously.

"Nothing you can't handle, dear. If you embark on the grand lesson, you will not know what is coming nor that you are even on the grand lesson," The old woman said with a nod of her head and a sparkle in her eye.

"What?" Carmen asked with confusion, "But we'll remember coming in here and asking you to do this for us. 

In response the old woman simply shook her head and smiled knowingly. Both Carmen and Benita looked at the old woman in confusion, with slight worry.

"If you know that a test is coming, and what you are to learn from it, then you will simply act the way you think you should act and not learn anything. The only way to truly learn what you need to learn is not know that you are on the grand lesson or what you are to learn from it. That is why you will not remember even coming in here," The old woman said with quiet confidence.

"I see," Benita said and nodded. "How do we get started?" she asked with a cock of her head before looking up into the old woman's eyes with a serious expression.

"I will make a special drink, just for you. I will then take you in the back, one at a time and perform an incantation on you. The combination of the drink and the incantation is what starts you on your grand lesson. Are you ready to begin?" The old woman said with confidence and assurance as she glanced between Carmen and Benita.

"Ben, are you sure about this?" Carmen asked as she leaned in to talk quietly to Benita.

"The decision to embark on the grand lesson is one each of you must make on your own, but since you're such good friends, I'll only charge you for one lesson. What say you, are you each ready to begin?" the old woman said and then looked back and forth between Carmen and Benita, silently demanding a response.

"Yes," Benita said with just a touch of uneasiness in her manner, and pulled the money out of her purse and put it on the counter. 

Benita was still somewhat surprised that she was doing this, but it felt right. The other odd thing was that it did not feel like she was being controlled or influenced in doing so. Deep down, Benita had always known she was selfish and that she should change, but never really wanted to, so she never did. Isn't becoming a better person what people are supposed to strive their whole lives to be? 

"Sure," Carmen said and fidgeted in her seat a bit.

"Excellent, my dears," The old woman said with a wide and warm smile. 

At that, the old woman walked over to a small bookshelf accessible only from behind the counter and pulled a large old tome off of it and began flipping through the pages, deeply in thought for an uncomfortably protracted moment. When she fell on a certain page she smiled to herself and began to pulling a number of jars down off the shelf and removing a small portion of its contents, placing it into one of two bowls. Once the selection of the ingredients was complete she ground up the contents of each bowl until it was in a fine powder. Finally she poured a small amount of water to make it a drink of some kind.

"You first, dear," the old woman said to Benita as she picked up one of the drinks and walked into the back. 


The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 01



Benita smiled nervously at Carmen before following the old woman into a small room in the back with a table just large enough for four people to sit around it. It was a cosy room which looked like a psychics "reading room," all it was missing was the crystal ball in the centre of the table. 

The old woman sat in the seat opposite the door and Benita sat across from her. What followed was just what the old woman said, she started to chant and perform an incantation or ritual of some sort as Benita sat there. At one point the old woman instructed Benita to drink the liquid and Benita did so, in one long drink. Benita did not pause to assess the rude taste of the concoction, instead just downing it quickly. After which the old woman continued the ritual until she fell silent and bowed her head. 

Then the old woman escorted Benita out to the front of the shop and had her sit at the counter. The old woman took Carmen in the back and repeated the process with her, and Carmen hesitated only slightly in drinking the drink and took two tries to down the whole thing. 

"Now, both of you, go and sit on the bench outside," The old woman said as she and Carmen emerged from the back room. 

"For how long?" Benita asked curiously.

"Until you don't remember sitting down," The old woman said with a sparkle in her eye.

At that, Benita and Carmen walked outside and sat down on the bench in front of the store. In a little more than a minute, Benita and Carmen looked at each other with confusion, wondering how they ended up sitting in a bench when the last thing they remember, they were walking along, talking. 

"You don't let any guys get close enough for you to really care about them, so you would want to have meaningful sex with any of them?" Carmen said as she stood up. 

"Oh please, I'd let a guy get close, It's just none of them are worth getting that close to," Benita said as she stood up and the pair started walking again. 

"Then you need to start dating a better class of guys!" Carmen said while shaking her finger.

"Better class of guy? Is there such a thing?" Benita replied with a laugh, which Carmen reluctantly joined her on. 



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 02



Chapter 2:

"Chrysalis"



Even as Carmen and Benita finished their shopping trip on Whyte Avenue that fateful Saturday, Benita's body was changing. Even though they did not remember doing it, Carmen and Benita had signed up for their "Grand Lesson" from the old woman from the shop "The Spirit Guide." The old woman had decided the best way to teach the women was to give them something they had to deal with together, something they couldn't ignore. 

That something they had to deal with was an odd addition to Benita's body which started to grow even before she left the shop. By the time Benita finished the shopping day with Carmen, she already noticed some agitation with her clitoris; it felt sore. For the next two days there was no noticeable difference in the appearance of her clitoris, but by Tuesday morning, when Benita woke up, her clitoris looked swollen, yet the soreness sensation had died down a bit. 

On Wednesday, was when the other change to Benita started to rear its head. While walking down the halls, of the school Benita started to notice and her eyes began to wander to parts of women that they never did before. While she was not checking out other women, not openly or consciously anyways, she was starting to look. Benita eyes seemed to be drawn to breasts, asses and crotches of women. Benita dismissed this as simply admiring the way other women were dressed. 

As of Thursday, the soreness in her clitoris had gone away completely, yet the clitoris itself still continued to grow. As well Benita's wandering eyes continued and her gaze seemed to linger just a bit longer on the intimate areas of other women's bodies. 

By Saturday, the condition which Benita thought was simply an infection which would go away on its own was continuing to develop. By now, her clitoris could hardly be described as a clitoris. What was her clitoris had grown to become a smooth dome-shaped growth which was an inch in diameter and stuck out an inch from her body, at its apex. Much to her horror, when Benita put on her tight jeans, not only was it uncomfortable on her enlarged clitoris, but you could see shape of her dome-shaped clitoris. To alleviate this condition, Benita put on an older pair of jeans, which were not so tight, and wore a couple of thick maxi-pads. 

As Benita and Carmen walked the streets of White Avenue, Benita felt relaxed and at peace with the world. For the moment she had forgotten about her clitoris or her wandering eye. Benita was on Whyte Ave, her second home, nothing could bother her, or so she thought. 

Yet another advancement in her condition was had that day, and it was caused by a young mother pushing her infant child in a stroller. It is a common and innocent scene, yet Benita's eyes were drawn to the woman's breasts. 

The woman in question was quite attractive and slender, especially for a woman who apparently had just given birth. Her hair was a light, honey-blonde colour and had a slight wave to it, bouncing to a natural rhythm as she walked. One might have simply dismissed the shapely woman as the babysitter, but two factors attested that she was the child's mother. One was the fact that her hips were wider than normal, and the second was her large breasts. 

The milk-laden breasts were swollen and considerably larger than the average woman's. They bounced, jiggled and moved in an incredible erotic way, even though they were restrained in a bra. Benita's eyes were transfixed on the hypnotic sight of the swaying breasts. 

"Holy fuck, what a set of tits!" Benita thought to herself and imagined what they would look like, completely nude. While she didn't say it out loud, the fact that she thought it, and was clearly sexually aroused while looking at a woman was new. 

It seemed that Benita's gaze had not gone unnoticed by the young mother in question. With a smirk on her face the young mother winked at Benita before continuing on her way. Benita was mortified . . . she had been caught staring.

Yet again, Benita's fear caused her to turtle-in and deny what was happening. Benita simply told herself that she simply noticed a mother with her child. Benita did not and could not admit that she was sexually aroused, even though her moist panties would beg to differ. The same was true with what was happening to her clitoris, she refused to accept that anything was happening. To Benita, it was simply an infection which would correct itself. She was too mortified to go to her doctor about it. Benita simply clung to the belief that everything would correct itself in time. 

By Monday, Benita's dome-shaped clitoris had grown to be just under two inches in diameter and stuck out two inches from her body. What's worse was that when she went home that night, Benita's panties were soaked from lusting after all the breasts and asses she saw at school. 

Come Wednesday morning, however, Benita's clitoris could no longer be called a clitoris, it was clear, even to the horrified Benita, what was happening, yet she still lived in denial. What had been her clitoris had now grown and clearly formed into a cock. Her cockhead was now a bit over two inches in diameter and measured two inches at its crown. That was not the worst of it though, the cockhead had a shaft, albeit a two millimetre shaft, but it was a shaft, nonetheless. With shaky fingers, Benita explored her own pussy, thrusting two fingers up into her own body, to make sure she still had a vagina. Benita was still a woman, but she was now a woman who had a cock instead of a clitoris. 

Benita cried, for the first time since this experience started, her emotions got the better of her and she cried. Benita was afraid of what was happening to her, yet she had still not accepted it, nor could she talk to anyone about it. After she cried, she sat up and pulled herself together and forced herself to believe that she was a woman and women didn't have cocks. She told herself that her clitoris simply had a growth on it, which would go away, one way or another. Benita's logic was shaky at best and full-blown denial at worst.

Another shock to her system was that her maxi-pad trick would no longer work to hide her cock. Benita spent half an hour trying to figure out how to hide her cock under her favourite pair of jeans. Nothing worked which didn't look ridiculous. She figured out that she could disguise her cock by turning it into a lump on her lower torso. To accomplish this, Benita stuffed rolled up socks down large and conservative panties and arranged them so that it looked like she had a small pot belly. Once she put on her tight jeans, however, she looked silly. The only way to not draw attention to her groin was to wear a pleated skirt so as to lose the lump in the ruffles.

Wednesday went well and normal for Benita these days, she walked around the school in her skirt and now causally eyeing up the women she walked by. Now and again she even gave a particularly attractive woman a second look. Benita even, and unknowingly, smiled at one or two of the women whom she found checking her out. 

Come Saturday and the traditional outing to Whyte Avenue, Benita's cock was a bit more comfortable. Since its shaft had grown to be two inches long, she could now flip her cock up when she stuffed it into her panties. No longer did the head of her cock rub against the fabric of her panties and that was a great relief.

That Saturday was especially warm and so the amount of clothing people wore dropped along with the heat. Benita herself wore a shorter skirt with matching top and enjoyed the breeze on her legs. While the socks stuffed on either side of her cock were a necessity, they were also a source of insulation and therefore heat on the hot day. For a brief moment, Benita considered removing the socks, but didn't dare in case somebody spied her dark and shameful secret amongst the ruffles.

Enjoying the warm day as well was the young mother whom Benita had eyed up the previous Saturday. Like others that day, she was dressed for the warm weather in her short shorts and slender fitting top. Her outfit was very short, tight and showed a lot of skin. Along with her slender legs, her midriff was also on display. The top she was wearing only came down to just below her large breasts and was joined together in the front by only three inches of fabric. As a result she was showing off a lot of her ample cleavage. By the exaggerated bounce of her breasts, it was clear that she was not wearing a traditional bra but something lighter, weaker and more suited to the weather. 

Benita's eyes went wide and her mouth watered as she watched the young mother push the stroller down the sidewalk towards her. Benita tied hard to tear her eyes away from the bountiful bouncing breasts of the young woman but she was powerless to do so. When the young mother looked into Benita's eyes and smiled, Benita blushed and looked down at the baby in the stroller. 

Even as Benita looked at the safe and precious sight of a baby asleep in a stroller, she could not get the image of the bouncing breasts out of her mind. At that moment, Benita felt a strange tightening in her panties, all of a sudden, her cock seemed to be uncomfortable and confined. That was when it hit her and Benita went pale when she realized that she had just had her first erection. 

Benita felt the young mother approach and Benita felt uneasy to be this close to the woman she was uncomfortably attracted to. Benita looked up and saw that indeed the young mother was not only looking at Benita but smiling, almost knowingly at her. 

"Lovely baby," Benita managed to say as she blushed nervously.

"Thanks," the young mother said in a warm reply as she stopped next to Benita and Carmen. 

"How old is he?" Carmen asked as she leaned down and smiled at the baby. 

"He's six months. His name is Dean and I'm, Stacey," the young mother, Stacey said as she extended her hand to Benita. 

"I'm Benita and this is Carmen," Benita said as she shook Stacey's hand while smiling politely, hoping the woman didn't notice her throbbing erection. 

"Nice to meet you, Benita, I think I've seen you two here before," Stacey said in a friendly and borderline flirtatious manner.

"Yeah, Ben and I come down here every Saturday to browse," Carmen said as she smiled warmly at Stacey. 

"Ben?" Stacey asked with a queer look as her eyes darted between Carmen and Benita.

"My friends call me 'Ben' for short," Benita said in a slightly nervous manner, as her cock was now painfully erect and throbbing.

"Can I call you Ben?" Stacey asked with a laugh, her blue eyes seeming to pierce through Benita.

"Sure," Benita laughed nervously in reply.

"What are you guys up to? I'm just on my way to get a cappuccino. Why don't you join me?" Stacey asked in a hopeful and eager manner, her eyes darting between Carmen and Benita.

"Well, we're . . ." Benita started to say before she started to uncharacteristically stammer.

"Why not? We don't have anything pressing to do," Carmen agreed cheerfully. 

"Great!" Stacey said as she guided Carmen and Benita to a nearby coffee shop. 

As the trio shared a cup of coffee and got better acquainted it became clear that the group got along well. Stacey was a thirty year old stay-at-home mom and wife of a man in his late thirties who worked in one of the oil sands developments of Fort McMurray. He was gone three weeks at a time then home for a week. While it was hard to be apart from each other, his income provided them with a comfortable lifestyle. 

As agitated as Benita was to be attracted to another woman, with Stacey, it was even worse. As the trio talked it was clear that they were becoming friends and this did not diminish Benita's attraction to Stacey, it intensified it. Add to this the ever apparent attraction Stacey had for Benita and you had a very conflicted and uncomfortable Benita. Stacey had given Benita winks and flirtatious glances as they talked, making sure that Benita knew that she was interested. It was during Carmen's trip to the washroom that things took a turn for the worst.

Stacey leaned in towards Benita, smiled a smile dripping with sexual desire, and placed her hand on Benita's forearm, looking Benita dead in the eye before she spoke.

"Listen, I didn't want to say anything in front of your friend, but my husband and I have an open relationship and he's still up in Fort Mac for a few weeks, so if you wanted to get together sometime, I'd love that," Stacey said in a low and sensuous voice. 

"Get together?" Benita squeaked out.

"Don't be shy, I saw you checking me out last week and today. I know you're interested, and I just wanted you to know that I'm very interested in you too," Stacey whispered in Benita's ear before she kissed Benita high on the cheek, near her left ear. Benita groaned, shuddered and closed her eyes. "You were checking me out, weren't you?" Stacey asked as she looked in the eyes with a knowing yet sensuous look. 

"No," Benita replied with wet eyes of fear.

"No? You are attracted to me, aren't you?" Stacey asked in a sensual yet pressing manner. 

Benita wanted to deny it, needed to deny it. Her attraction to women was not something she had admitted, even to herself. This brief exchange with Stacey was by far the most erotic thing which had happened to Benita with another woman. Even still she could deny and downplay all of this later if she simply stayed silent. As long as she didn't voice the words, she could still be the old, heterosexual Benita. Benita steeled herself as she looked up into Stacey's eyes to answer her.

"Yes," Benita answered. 

As soon as Benita looked into Stacey's eyes all power to deny her attraction was gone. Now that she had said the words out loud and admitted her attraction to another woman, Benita was scared and confused. What would she do now? What should she do now?

"I take it you've never been with a woman before?" Stacey asked with a sparkle in her eyes as she looked into Benita's terrified eyes.

"No," Benita answered in a weak voice, as she looked down, ashamed.

From the close proximity and degree Stacey was leaning in, Benita now had a clear and unobstructed view down Stacey's top. Benita openly ogled Stacey's breasts with an unmistakably lustful gaze.

"Have long have you been attracted to other women?" Stacey asked with a warm and inviting smile.

"Not long," Benita admitted, softly.

"Well, tell you what, here's my number. You call me if you ever want to act on your desires. You're not the first woman I've introduced to the world of lesbian love," Stacey said as she scribbled her phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to Benita. 

"Thank you," Benita said nervously as she took the paper and put it in her purse. "I may never call . . . for that," she added with a blush.

"You call when and if you're ready," Stacey said warmly as she patted Benita's hand before she straightened herself up. 

Carmen then returned to the table and the trio continued talking as if the private exchange between Benita and Stacey never took place. Once the coffee was consumed Benita and Carmen went one way and Stacey went the other way. 

All through the rest of the shopping trip, Benita had a constant erection, as the scene with Stacey replayed in her mind. When Benita got home and was in the comfort and safety of her bedroom Benita finally could release her hard and throbbing cock from the confines of her panties. 

Knowing she needed sexual release Benita started to play with and finger her pussy, wanting and needing to cum. It wasn't until some frustrating minutes later that Benita knew she needed to do the unthinkable. Benita usually achieved orgasm by playing with her clitoris, which no longer was there. Her clitoris had become her cock so it was clear that her cock was where Benita would achieve the release she desperately needed. 

With a trembling hand Benita reluctantly grasped her cock for the first time in a sexual way. Benita writhed on her bed as she tugged repeatedly on her small, yet fat cock. Benita's world had shrunk down to her hand and her cock as she flew her fingers up and down the shaft of her cock. Indescribable and new sensations flowed through her body as she tugged on her new cock. Images of Stacey both nude and engaged in various sexual acts with Benita danced across her mind as she masturbated.

Benita was still ashamed to be jacking herself off, yet in love with the new sensations that came along with it. It wasn't much longer before Benita became more adventurous and thrust two fingers up her pussy as she tugged on her cock. 

The subsequent orgasm was by far the most powerful Benita had ever experienced and seemed to go on forever. When it was all over Benita was a mess, drenched in her own cum from her abdomen to the insides of her thighs. Benita had come both like a man and a woman, shooting cum out of her cock as well as gushing out of her pussy. 

As Benita lay, sticky and messy, she curled up into a ball and cried. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Benita was changing both in body and in desires. Benita had just achieved sexual release from a part of her body which she still considered to be a tumourous growth on her clitoris while fantasising about another woman. 

Yet still Benita had not and could not really accept that either she was attracted to other women or that she had a cock. Despite the fact that it was blatantly obvious that both were true, Benita was still resisting accepting and/or embracing either reality. She was still hoping to find a way to turn the clock back, to become the woman she once knew. 

Over the course of the next week Benita masturbated almost daily with a cock that was constantly growing. Much to Benita's aggravation, the more her cock grew, the greater her sexual satisfaction in playing with it grew. 

By Saturday Benita's cock had grown to six inches in length and she was divided on her feelings concerning it. On one hand she had a sense of pride and affinity for her new cock and the sensations it brought her. On the other hand she still saw it as an abomination and a hideous disfigurement of her most womanly of regions. 

Stacey (and Dean) joined Carmen and Benita on their weekly browsing of the shops of Whyte Avenue. The trio spend the day together and had a great time. While Benita had a near-constant erection while being around Stacey, she also enjoyed her company. Carmen, Benita and Stacey were quickly becoming good friends. It was hard to believe that this was only the second time they had seen each other. 

As expected Stacey flirted with Benita when Carmen wasn't looking and a few times Benita flirted back. The most blatant and tempting was during one trip that Stacey took to the bathroom. 

Benita was sitting with Carmen, sipping on her coffee when her phone beeped, indicating a message had come in. Benita opened the message to find it was from Stacey and had a picture attached with the caption, "A view to brighten your day." Benita clicked on the picture link to find that the attached picture was a shot of Stacey nude from the waist up. 

Benita's eyes widened and her excitement rose as she stared at the very large, milk-laden, breasts that she had desired for some time now completely nude and displayed just for her. Upon closer inspection Benita could see breast-milk leaking from both of the nipples of the large, round breasts. Benita had to act as if this message was just like any other ordinary message even though she was pondering visiting Stacey in the bathroom.

When the second message from Stacey came in with the caption "Wish you were here," Benita was afraid to open the attached photo. Benita felt a throbbing in her cock and a gush of juice in her pussy when she opened the picture. The picture was a shot of a wet pussy with a neatly trimmed blonde-haired pubic bush atop of it. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 02



The rest of the shopping outing passed without incident and only once did Benita pick up the phone to call Stacey. Benita hung up the phone before the other end answered the call; she was still not ready to act on her desires. 

By Wednesday of that week Benita's cock had stopped growing and had settled into quite a respectable cock, one that any man would be proud of. When erect, Benita's cock was eight inches long with a two and a half inch wide shaft, and a mushroom shaped cockhead which measured three inches at its widest point. 

On Thursday of that week another dilemma had surfaced, this one was brought on by Benita's best friend, Carmen. 

"Hey, Gravity Pope is having that massive sale tomorrow, so I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over tomorrow night, so we could get there early?" Carmen asked calmly.

This was not unheard of, as the pair had spend countless nights over at either one's place before. The trouble was that due to the cramped nature of Carmen's bedroom and apartment, it was impractical to sleep anywhere but in Carmen's bed with Carmen. Before all of these changes to Benita's body, this would not be a problem for the long-time friends. Now that Benita had a cock, which she had not as yet admitted to or shown anyone, she was scared to sleep in bed with another woman. 

"Why don't I just meet you at your place Saturday morning?" Benita replied, hoping Carmen would go for her compromise.

"My place is closer to Gravity Pope so we can get an earlier start to the day. With a sale like this, you know that all the good shoes will be gone early. Besides, it's been quite a while since we've spent a girl's night in. It'll be fun . . . What do you say?" Carmen asked in a light, yet hopeful tone of voice.

It was clear that Carmen had noticed the distance that Benita had been putting between the two of them and wanted to reconnect. While the prudent part of Benita knew it would best to graciously refuse, she knew she couldn't do so without hurting her best friend's feelings. 

"Sure," Benita smiled nervously. 

"Great!" Carmen said and gave Benita an energetic hug. 

It was during that hug that Benita realized that she had never been so close to another woman since her sexual desires for women surfaced. As Carmen hugged Benita, Benita was acutely aware of every square inch of Carmen's body that was pressed up against her now. Benita could even make out exactly where Carmen's nipples were pressed up against her own breasts. That was the moment when in Benita's mind Carmen switched over from simply her best friend to being a woman. 

That Friday night, Carmen and Benita talked, chatted and visited as the old friends reconnecting that they were. It was traditional for the women to wear just a sleep shirt and panties. Benita made sure to wear her sock-stuffed panties, hoping her friend would not get inquisitive or curious. 

All through the evening Benita stole glances at Carmen's body, hoping and praying that Carmen wouldn't notice either her glances or her cock. Sure Benita was finding Carmen attractive both as a person and as a woman, but it was Carmen's friendship which meant the most to Benita. 

It was good for Benita to spend the evening with her oldest and dearest friend and just be plain old Benita. On more than one occasion Benita almost opened up and told Carmen her darkest secrets, yet never could actually do it. 

As the pair crawled into Carmen's bed that night, Benita made sure to turn and face away from Carmen. Thankfully Carmen did the same, but as Benita drifted off to sleep she was aware that their ass-cheeks were touching. 



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 03



Chapter 03: 

"Emergence"

Benita woke up and yawned as the morning sun filtered in through the blinds of Carmen's bedroom window. Benita was sleeping in Carmen's bed with Carmen as she had done when she had fallen asleep. As she woke up, Benita knew that she was not in the same position she had been when she went to sleep. Benita had made sure to sleep on her side, facing away from Carmen, yet she awoke to find herself in a very different position. 

Carmen was still sleeping on her side facing away from Benita, this was not the problem. Benita was now spooning her best friend Carmen from behind, with not an inch of space between them. Both Carmen and Benita were sleeping on their right sides. Carmen was on the side of the bed near the wall, and was facing the wall. Benita's right arm was under Carmen's pillow and her left arm was across Carmen's torso, snugly resting underneath Carmen's breasts. To make matters worse, Benita's cock was resting up against Carmen's ass-crack. Or rather Benita's cock was trying to nestle into Carmen's ass-crack, the socks in Benita's panties prevented any real intimate contact. 

Benita was in tortuous heaven; she was holding a woman she was attracted to in an intimate position in bed and both were almost nude. Benita dared not move yet she nestled her head a little closer to Carmen's. Benita snuggled up to her long-time friend's ear as she savoured the stolen moment of intimacy. 

Benita knew that she should move and break the obvious and unmistakably intimate contact with her best friend before Carmen woke up. Yet as hard as Benita tried to move, she couldn't. Benita simply told herself to snuggle just a moment longer. That moment came and went and Benita still couldn't move, yet her excitement grew with each passing second. 

In her sleep Carmen took a deep breath and this caused her breasts to rise and lower with her breathing. In doing so, it was almost as if the breasts were caressing Benita's arm. Benita shifted her left arm and felt the weight of Carmen's large, round breasts for the first time. 

With a groan and stifled moan, Benita lifted her left hand and moved it up and cupped Carmen's left breast, or any breast for the first time. It felt heavenly to have another woman's soft, feminine orb in her hand. Subtlety at first, Benita started to manipulate the breast, feeling its texture and consistency. This grew to caressing and exploring all of Carmen's upper chest area, and then down her body to where the shirt no longer covered her body. 

When Benita's finger met Carmen's skin, Benita knew she wanted to be closer to her friend. Benita traced a long finger up Carmen's body from her upper thigh to her breast, not breaking contact with her best friend's skin at all. As Benita's hand steadily moved up Carmen's body, Benita watched Carmen's face for signs she was waking up. Benita moaned and felt pure heaven when she finally held Carmen's nude breast in her hand. 

Now that Benita had her hand up Carmen's shirt, the real caressing began. Benita's hand was everywhere as she meandered around her best friend's abundant breasts. Benita pressed her body tighter against Carmen's as she felt up her long-time friend. 

It was inevitable, but simply holding and caressing Carmen was not enough, Benita longed to feel an even more intimate contact with her best friend. It was the kind of contact that her socks were preventing her from having. Carmen's ass-crack was calling to Benita's cock and she ached to feel its warmth envelop her cock. 

With Benita's sane and sensible self screaming at her to stop, her right hand continued to move down to her groin. First one, then the other sock was removed from her panties and discarded. In all this time Benita did not pause or stop her caressing or exploring of Carmen's breasts with her left hand.

Benita then inched forward and nestled her cock into the warmth that was Carmen's ass-crack. Benita moaned lightly as she revelled in the most heavenly sensation ever. For a moment all was well and Benita even believed that she could break the contact in a moment, yet still she wanted more. 

Knowing she was taking a great risk, yet not caring, too blinded by lust, Benita pulled her own panties down over her hips then further down to her knees and finally her ankles. With a flick of her foot, Benita was only wearing her nightshirt. 

Benita moved in once again and nestled her cock back to its new home: Carmen's ass-crack. The sensation of Carmen's panties against her big, fat throbbing eight-inch cock felt indescribable to Benita. 

Instinct took over and before Benita knew what she was doing she was grinding her cock up and down Carmen's panty-covered ass-crack. As the grinding and dry-fuck continued, Benita's lust blazed and her passion wanted more, it wanted to feel skin on skin. Benita's left hand moved from its groping and caressing of Carmen's breasts to reach down to the waistband of Carmen's panties.

As Benita was about to pull Carmen's panties down so she could finally feel a woman's skin against her aching cock, Carmen's left hand moved. Without a word, Carmen grasped Benita's left hand before Benita had a chance to pull Carmen's panties down. 

"Ben, what are you doing?" Carmen asked in a tone of voice that she tried to sound concerned but instead rang with confused desire.

Benita froze and even her heart stopped, she had been caught. Benita wracked her mind to find some sort of excuse, some reason for the position Carmen found her in. As hard as she tried, Benita found none; no reason would answer or explain why she had been doing what she had been to her best friend. Words would not explain why. The burning need to have sex with the woman she was holding still burned intensely inside Benita. 

"Just let me do it," Benita answered in a husky whisper into Carmen's nearest ear as she resumed her grinding efforts. 

To say Carmen was confused was an understatement! Carmen awoke from and incredibly realistic erotic dream to find the unmistakable sensation of a hard cock being ground into her ass-crack. Strangely enough she also felt a pair of breasts pressed into her back and a soft, feminine hand caressing her breasts, quite expertly too as a matter of fact. When she realized that it was her best friend, her best FEMALE friend who seemed to be grinding a sizable cock against her ass-crack, this was so bizarre it was surreal. 

Carmen had been in a dream-state and woke up horny with an already wet pussy. Benita's hand was already groping her breasts under her shirt and she was dry-fucking her when Carmen came to consciousness. Carmen had been awake for some time now, not sure what to do and unable to bring herself to stop the situation. When Benita's hand moved down to grasp her by the waist, Carmen knew had to act. 

"I never knew, Ben," Carmen moaned out as the pleasures and sensations of the grinding started to take its toll on Carmen's better judgement. 

"Please Carmen, I'll explain everything later, just don't say a word," Benita answered as she ground her cock harder against the panty-covered ass-crack of Carmen. 

As Carmen sat there and let her best friend dry-fuck her ass-crack, Carmen revelled in sensations. Carmen couldn't believe how lifelike the strap-on-dildo, that she was convinced Benita was using, felt. As well she was still stunned that her best friend was gay and she never knew. 

When Carmen's left hand released its grip on Benita's left hand and flopped down on the bed, Benita took that as consent to remove Carmen's panties. Benita pulled down on Carmen's panties in a rough and harsh manner and had them down before Carmen realized what was going on. Before Carmen could protest or pull her panties back up Benita had her big, fat hard cock nestled into Carmen's ass-crack, intimate skin touching intimate skin. 

As Benita's cock ground away against Carmen's body, it was Carmen's turn to moan. Benita growled as she intensified her grinding efforts on Carmen's ass-crack and brought her hand back to caress Carmen's breasts, this time lifting up Carmen's nightshirt to do so. As Carmen's reluctant excitement rose, her pussy leaked forth with pussy-juice. On one of her downward strokes, Benita felt wetness against her cock. 

Benita growled and did not wait or ask permission; she simply pulled her pelvis back until her cock broke contact with Carmen's ass-crack and flopped forward. Just as a confused Carmen was missing the phallic invader of her ass-crack, she felt that same cock slide along another crack. 

Both Carmen and Benita moaned out in sexual satisfaction as Benita's cock slid along the slit of Carmen's pussy for the first time. Any thought of protest or demands for explanation were gone in the heat of the moment. Instinct took over and by Benita's third stroke, Carmen started move her hips in time to stroke her pussy along the length of Benita's cock. Carmen was still convinced that Benita was wearing some sort of top-quality strap-on-dildo. 

Neither woman knew how long the stroking of Carmen's very wet slit lasted before it happened. Either by accident or instinct, Carmen shifted her hips and Benita's cock slipped right into Carmen's pussy. 

"Oh God!" Carmen moaned out as half of Benita's cock entered Carmen's pussy.

"I'm sorry, Carmen, I didn't mean to go that far," Benita said as she started to withdraw her cock. 

"Shut-up and fuck me, Ben!" Carmen moaned out as she started to move her hips. 

Benita moaned out in something which was a cross between lustful moaning and tears of joy. Benita was fucking a woman, and she was not stopping to ask how or why it happened. 

After a few strokes it was clear to both partners that this position did not allow the hard and fast fucking that they both were aching for. Benita got on her hands and knees, and pulled Carmen up to a kneeling position before she entered her best friend from behind. 

Benita's inexperience showed, as not long into the doggie-style fuck, Benita groaned out and came with ferocity deep into Carmen's pussy. Out of fear, shock and confusion for feeling a strap-on-dildo cuming inside her, Carmen started to pull off of Benita. The mating instinct took over and in response Benita grasped Carmen by a large clump of hair and thrust hard. Benita shoved her cock deep into Carmen's pussy and finished depositing her load. 

The forceful and savage way that Carmen had been taken and put in her place touched a deeply recessed submissive portion of Carmen. In response, Carmen came just as Benita was finishing cuming. When both women had finished their respective climaxes they slumped back down onto the bed, spooning once again and breathed hard to catch their breath. 

"Okay, what the fuck just happened?" Carmen said as she lay still, catching her breath. 

"I think we just fucked," Benita replied breathlessly with her softening cock still imbedded inside Carmen.

"No shit, but with what?" Carmen asked with a tone that was a cross between anger and confusion. 

"My cock," Benita said with a fearful and sincere look in her eyes, which a stunned and confused Carmen believed.

"YOUR WHAT?" Carmen asked for clarification, the cock in question steadily softening inside her pussy. 

"My cock, I've been meaning to talk to you about it, but I couldn't quite find the right words," Benita replied very sheepishly. 

"So you decided the best way to tell me about it was to fuck me with it?" Carmen replied in an angry tone. 

At that, Benita pulled out of Carmen, turned to face away from her best friend and sit on the edge of the bed. Before Carmen could ask what was going on, Benita started to cry, burying her face in her hands. 

"I'm so sorry. I never meant any of this to happen. I almost didn't come over for fear something like this might happen," Benita said in between her sobs and cries.

Carmen looked her best friend, the woman she had just made love to and given her virginity to, in stunned confusion. Carmen didn't know what to believe and part of her thought it was all a cruel joke of some kind. Part of her was still angry and upset with Benita for causing the situation and the fuck. Yet the sight of her long-time, best friend crying proved too much for Carmen so she moved up and hugged Benita from behind. 

When the hug started Benita was crying, with her head in her hands and her elbows resting on her knees, so her cock was fully concealed beneath her thighs. After a moment of the hug and silent comfort from behind, Benita loosened up both emotionally and physically. When Benita dropped her hands to her knees and slacked her legs, Carmen got her first view of Benita's cock. 

"HOLY SHIT!" Carmen shouted in shock as soon as her eyes fell on the softening member and once again, Benita recoiled. 

Benita got up, rushed across the room and started to toss her clothes on, intent on leaving. Benita was mortified to have such a hurtful reaction from her best friend, the first person to ever see her cock. At that moment, Benita just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. 

"Wait, don't leave," Carmen said in a soothing manner, yet Benita continued to dress, ignoring Carmen's words. 

Carmen got up and stopped Benita from dressing and they got into a scuffle over Benita's bra. 

"Let me go!" Benita said in near tears. 

"No! Ben, let's talk about this," Carmen urged as she still held firm onto Benita's bra.

"Why? Clearly you think I'm a freak, a hideous FREAK!" Benita said before bursting into tears, letting go of the bra. 

Benita collapsed into a ball on the floor and rested up against the door, crying. Carmen kneeled down beside Benita, wrapped her arms around her best friend and pulled the sobbing woman into a hug. This time Benita turned and embraced Carmen and the pair said nothing as Benita cried herself out, eventually falling silent.

"I never knew you had a . . . one of those," Carmen said tactfully after Benita had been silent for a short while. 

"Up until a few weeks ago, I didn't," Benita said in a quiet tone. 

Carmen looked at Benita with a raised eyebrow and Benita sighed. Benita told Carmen everything that had happened to her in the past month. From the sore feeling in her clitoris a month ago till waking up spooning Carmen moments before, Benita told it all. It felt good to finally tell someone what she had been going through. It also felt right that, the person she first confided in was Carmen. 

"So . . . can I have a look?" Carmen asked the question on her mind as delicately as possible. 

"Well . . ." Benita replied as she looked at Carmen with a sceptical expression and examined her friend's face for a moment.

"C'mon, Ben, you've fucked me with it, the least you could do is let me have a good look at it," Carmen said with a chuckle. 

"You're taking this all rather well," Benita said with a light chuckle, in a somewhat convinced manner. 

"My mind is still blown from waking up with your cock wedged in my ass-crack," Carmen said with a dismissive chuckle. "I'm sure I'll have a freak-out later . . . until then, do I get to take a look at this cock of yours or what?" Carmen asked as she shook Benita slightly. 

"Okay," Benita said as she got up and walked towards the bed. 

Carmen remained sitting where she was and watched Benita walk over to and sit down on the bed with legs firmly closed. Benita looked Carmen, deep in the eyes to read her friend's reaction as Benita opened up her legs to reveal her cock to anyone for the first time. 

Carmen sat there in stunned wonder and looked at what she knew shouldn't be, yet was. There, hanging between Benita's legs was a large cock, still somewhat soft yet a respectable size, nonetheless. 

"Wow," Carmen said in wonder as she visually toured Benita's cock from across the room. "Do you still have a pussy?" Carmen asked curiously.

"You tell me," Benita said in a soft and inviting tone of voice as she opened her legs a bit more and shifted her rump to the edge of the bed.

Carmen moved forward and sat down between Benita's legs. Benita watched as her long-time friend reached out with her hand and touched her cock for the first time.

Time stood still for the pair as Carmen grasped Benita's cock and felt its hardness for the first time. Carmen felt the baby soft skin and that was the first thing which struck her as odd, that while it was a cock alright, its surface was a soft and smooth as the most intimate places on a woman's body. She ran her finger up the underside of the cock and Benita couldn't help but shudder and slump back, surrendering to her friend's explorative touches. When Carmen's finger reached the head of the cock she ran her finger over it and inspected it and noticed something else odd. 

"Hmm, no foreskin," Carmen said as she wrapped her hand around the shaft and moved in very close to inspect the skin near the head.

"What? Is something wrong?" Benita asked in a husky tone of voice, her manner a cross between being worried and very horny. 

"No, it's just that when guys are born their cocks have skin which covers the head of the cock, but with yours, it doesn't have that, I can't even see any marks of the circumcision. You simply never had any foreskin," Carmen said while still looking intently at the mushroom shaped head of the cock.

Carmen shifted her focus down the shaft of Benita's cock and found herself face to face with a pussy for the first time in her life. Reaching out and not really thinking about it she ran a finger up Benita's slit, causing Benita to buck and twitch from the intense pleasure of the intimate touch. Carmen ran her finger down the inside of the slit and found the entrance to Benita's pussy and slowly thrust her finger inside her best friend's pussy. 

"Ooh, you have both a pussy and a cock," Carmen said as she still explored Benita's pussy with two fingers of one hand, while she still held onto Benita's cock with the other. "The best of both worlds," Carmen said with a wink.

"It hasn't seemed like it, so far," Benita replied with a slightly hurt tone.

Knowing that she shouldn't do anymore, Carmen removed her finger from Benita's pussy and let go of Benita's cock. Instantly the look in Benita's eyes changed to one of hurt and rejection. In that instant, Carmen's heart went out to her best friend and knew that Benita needed a bit of reassurance that she was not a "hideous freak". 

Carmen smiled as she re-inserted her finger into Benita's pussy, but this time she was not inspecting or probing, this contact was clearly sexual. Carmen reached up and started to move her hand up and down the shaft of Benita's cock. Benita twitched and moaned as she looked down to see Carmen working on both her cock and her pussy at the same time.

"Oh God! Don't stop!" Benita asked but then laid back and thrust her pelvis up to meet Carmen's hand movements. 

Carmen looked up to see the pleasure-flushed look on Benita's face and knew that she was the one who put it there. The pride in her accomplishments along with the growing heat of the moment caused Carmen to lean forward and lick Benita's slit for the first time and starting at the bottom then on up to the top, at the base of the underside of Benita's cock. The heat and strangeness of a cock being attached to a pussy added to the heat of the moment. Before Carmen knew what she was doing she was licking up the shaft of Benita's cock, destined to find the head. 

Benita looked down just in time to see her best friend wrap her lips around the cock which Carmen didn't know existed, half an hour ago. The sensations were almost overwhelming, made much more intense by the fact that Carmen's and Benita's eyes were locked as Carmen started to swallow Benita's cock.

"Oh Carmen!" Benita said as indescribable pleasure, pleasure that she never knew existed washed over her body and her pussy started to weep its excitement. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 03



Carmen could only get a little over half of the cock down her throat before she had to pull back and up to the head. Benita looked at Carmen in fear that she was going to take her heavenly mouth off of her cock but sighed her relief when Carmen descended once again, beginning the steady rhythm of the blowjob. 

"Oh Carmen! . . . Holy fuck can you s . . . suck cock!" Benita said as she twisted and thrashed about while Carmen picked up the pace of the cocksucking. Carmen looked up into Benita's eyes with a hunger and horniness of her own and when their eyes met Benita said, "Suck my cock and finger my pussy!" 

Carmen growled around Benita's cock but complied just the same. Now Carmen was so horny she didn't care about what was right or wrong or should or shouldn't be happening, all she cared about was pleasing her lover. It was not that long before all of Benita's existence seemed to be blown out the end of her cock and down the throat of the eager Carmen. As well Benita's pussy gushed and leaked pussy juice as a normal woman's pussy would. 

"That was sweet!" Carmen said as she looked at Benita then the steadily shrinking cock in front of her. 

"What? Isn't it usually?" Benita asked between heaving breaths and the steady twitching of her orgasm aftermath.

"Guy's cum is usually salty in taste but you taste sweet, like . . . like a girl's" Carmen said as she looked up at Benita and felt closer to her best friend than she ever had.

"But I am a girl, so I guess I cum girl-cum," Benita said as she giggled and started to reach down so she could touch and explore her cock and pussy. "I'm messy, clean me up," Benita added as she looked down at Carmen. 

Carmen only hesitated slightly before she leaned forward and proceeded to lick her best friend's slit, eagerly lapping up all of the pussy juice that she found there. Benita's cock started to twitch and by the time Benita's pussy was clean, her cock was hard again. 

"You know, as cock's go, this is a nice one!" Carmen said with an impressed tone of voice.

"Really? Thank you. You're not just saying that?" Benita asked with a curious and yet happy tone of voice as she smiled at Carmen.

"Oh no, it's a nice big, fat one! I haven't seen any guy with a cock that comes close to this monster!" Carmen said as she wrapped her hand around Benita's cock and licked up the shaft of it while looking Benita in the eyes. 

Benita never responded to Carmen's comment with words. Words were not necessary it seemed as Benita reached down pulled Carmen up beside her. Carmen rolled onto her back and waited as Benita climbed on top of her. Both of them were caught up in the heat and passion of the moment, still remaining silent. Neither of them looked anywhere but deep into each other's eyes as Carmen spread her legs, letting her best friend get settled between her legs. Benita reached down, grasped her cock and lined it up to Carmen's pussy. With a loving smile Carmen wordlessly consented to letting her best friend fuck her again. 

Both Benita and Carmen moaned as they experienced the indescribable pleasures of a cock sinking into a pussy for the first time. When Benita had sunk her cock all the way into Carmen's pussy she stayed there and took in the moment, a most surreal moment at that. The love and connection she felt with Carmen combined with the intensity of the passion of the moment culminated in Benita moving in and kissing Carmen. 

"Oh Carmen!" Benita said as the kiss was over. 

Benita's eyes danced all over Carmen's face before she pulled her cock out and started thrusting it her best friend and first-ever lover. 

"Oh Ben!" Carmen moaned out in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around Benita's waist and clutched her best friend tight. "Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me hard!" Carmen grunted out in animal lust as she started to buck against Benita's thrusts. 

"Holy fuck you have a tight pussy!" Benita said as she grunted and madly thrust into Carmen's pussy with wild abandon. 

For a few moments the only sound was heavy breathing and the squeaking of bedsprings as the time-honoured dance of mating lovers played out as Benita fucked her first woman, her best friend, in the missionary position. 

"Oh fuck Ben, I love your cock!" Carmen moaned out, her voice raspy, and dripping with lust and sensuality as her body shook with the intense orgasm that just exploded through her body. 

"I looooove your pussy Carmen!" Benita said as the spamming of Carmen's pussy proved too much for her. 

Instinctually Benita slammed home one last time and blew her load deep within Carmen's pussy as well as all over the inside of her thighs. The sensation of Benita cuming inside of her, pushed Carmen over the edge and she came again. Both women clutched onto each other for dear life as pleasure rocked their bodies. When it was over both women collapsed, completely spent and held each other as they recovered from their orgasms. 

It was an awkward few moments as Benita hid her face not bearing to look at Carmen while they both recovered from the heated coupling. Benita was embarrassed that such a thing had taken place again but still loved the experience. The trouble was that she had no idea how Carmen felt about it, now that it was over she was too terrified to ask.

"That was incredible!" Carmen said in a dreamy state.

"Really? I mean, I loved it and would love to do it again . . . that is, if you want to?" Benita said hopefully as her cock steadily deflated inside her new lover's pussy.

"I just don't know if we should. It was great and all but . . . I mean we're women and we're best friends!" Carmen said in a worried tone of voice as she searched Benita's eyes for understanding. 

"Yeah, you're right, it was wrong, I'm sorry," Benita said, ashamed as she rolled off of Carmen's body and turned to face away from her best friend.

Carmen rolled over and embraced Benita from behind, making sure to bring her face alongside Benita's before she spoke. 

"Look, I'm not saying I'm sorry we did it or that it was wrong! I just don't think we should do that again. It was just a weird experience . . . a heat of the moment kind of thing," Carmen said rationally as she squeezed Benita tighter.

"Yeah, you're right," Benita said in a forced calm reply.

"We should get moving, or mom will come to get us for breakfast," Carmen said before she let go of Benita and rolled away from her.

As Carmen got out of bed, Benita saw her in a new and sexual light. She wasn't just her "best friend," she was a "woman," a pretty woman and a beautiful person. Benita knew that something had changed between them. It wasn't simply the fuck, it was the feelings that the fuck had stirred up.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 04



Chapter 4

"Sexual Tension"

About a thousand questions raced through Benita's mind that morning as she got up and out of bed after fucking her best friend. She was still not comfortable with the idea of having a cock and was still very embarrassed about it. Did this one experience mean that they were "together?" Were they "boyfriend/girlfriend" or was it "girlfriend/girlfriend?" Was she gay, or did her cock make her not gay?

"Do you want to shower first or should I?" Carmen asked as she paused at the bedroom door.

"Can't we shower together?" Benita asked with a cutesy look and a big smile.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Carmen replied with a slightly worried look.

"I . . . I was just kidding . . . you go first," Benita said as she giggled in a playful, yet nervous manner. 

Carmen nodded, turned and walked out of the room leaving Benita to gather herself together. 

After a moment Benita walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen in search of breakfast. The sight which greeted her caused Benita to stop in her tracks. 

Susan was bent over, searching through a lower cupboard for something, and the result was that Benita had a splendid view of Susan's shapely ass. Susan could easily be described as an older version of Carmen in that mother and daughter shared the same body shape. Yet Susan was a little taller with more generous curves and her breasts were at least a cup size larger at generous DD. Her hair was brown and thick and was just a little longer than Carmen's but her eyes were the same green colour. The forty-four year old Susan was a caring, giving and nurturing kind of woman.

Benita drew a breath in shock as she stared at a sight which she found very exciting, yet she knew shouldn't. Instantly her cock sprang to life, tenting up the front of her nightshirt, aching to sink into the depths of the Susan's pussy. Benita looked down and was mortified at the excited state of her cock and just as Susan stood back up Benita darted out of the kitchen. 

Carmen entered the bedroom after her shower to find Benita sitting on the edge of the bed in just a nightshirt, her large cock still visible. Carmen paused to look at the fleshy member that, just the sight of which, excited her, yet she dared not let Benita know that. Carmen was still not sure if they should ever have sex again, even though it felt wonderful and she felt a connection to her best friend that she never felt before. 

"Your turn to shower," Carmen said as she stood there wrapped in a towel with another one wrapped around her head. 

"Okay," Benita replied as she stood up and walked towards the door.

Out of instinct Benita gave Carmen a peck on the lips as she passed her. That one kiss caused Carmen's excitement to rise, she was tempted to drop to her knees and suck on Benita's cock. She even pondered letting Benita fuck her again, but she resisted and remained calm, at least on the outside.

Benita paused at the bedroom door to see if Susan was coming before darting down the hall and into the bathroom. Benita locked the door behind her, stripped off her nightshirt and stopped to examine herself in the mirror. She spent a few minutes admiring herself and her cock from various angles, getting more and more used to the recent addition to her body. That morning she felt a little less like a hideous freak, thanks to Carmen.

In the shower, Benita washed her body thoroughly and even played with herself and her cock longer than she thought she should. She wasn't able to stop stroking her cock until she came all over the shower wall as well as the insides of her thighs. Benita had to wash her groin area once again before she left the bathroom. 

Once back in Carmen's bedroom Benita removed the towel and started to dry herself off. Once again Carmen was getting excited by stole peeks of Benita's body, though felt weird each time she did so. Benita seemed to be oblivious to Carmen's looks as she continued to dry herself rubbing herself all over with the towel. When Benita was done she turned to stand in front of Carmen, still nude. 

"Thanks for being so understanding . . . but . . . I think I should go," Benita said with a sorrowful expression on her face as she grabbed her panties and started to get dressed.

"No, stay for breakfast and we'll go to Gravity Pope afterwards," Carmen said sensibly as she put her hand on Benita's shoulder. 

"I don't know. I probably should leave you alone for a while," Benita said as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up. 

"Look, this situation is one thing, but a shoe sale is a shoe sale . . . we need to keep our priorities! What kind of a friend would I be if I let you miss a shoe sale like this, because you feel weirded-out that we fucked?" 

"Thanks," Benita said with a sigh of relief as she looked into Carmen's eyes with a look of appreciation. "I don't know what I would do without you." 

"What are best friends for," Carmen said with a magnanimous smile. 

Benita was overcome with relief and gratitude that she reached out and pulled Carmen into a tight hug. What Benita had intended to be a friendly hug, swiftly heated up and changed once the embrace started. Both women's breathing became more laboured and quick as they were both acutely aware that the body of the woman they had just made love to was pressed up against her now. 

Benita was the first to lift her head up but slowly both women looked each other in the eyes. It was a very long two seconds that the old friends looked deep into each other's eyes with growing lust. It wasn't but another moment before lust consumed the pair of them and their lips touched. 

It wasn't a soft and flowing kiss of romance but rather a hard and rough kiss of unbridled passion. Both women pulled the other closer to her, smashing their bodies together as the kiss continued. Benita took charge and threw her friend down on the bed before hastily removing her own panties. 

Carmen looked in Benita's eyes with passion and confusion as her best friend tore open her bathrobe, leaving Carmen lying nude and vulnerable on the bed. Carmen's fogy mind didn't know if she should protest or not but the determined look in Benita's eyes stole any will to resist. 

In a flash Benita moved up and into position to fuck. Carmen instinctively opened her legs and exposed herself to her best friend and first lover for the second time that day. Benita did not pause at all but swiftly and surely lined up and sank her big, fat cock into Carmen's pussy. Both women groaned a sigh of delight as Benita's cock slid into the innermost depths of Carmen's pussy for the third fuck of the morning. 

Knowing this fuck was going to happen and lost in the moment Carmen threw her legs around Benita's waist and hooked her heals behind Benita's back. Benita withdrew her cock and began her thrusting. Carmen urged Benita to pick up the speed by digging her heel into Benita's ass. 

Susan walked swiftly down the hall and hummed happily as she did so. Breakfast was ready and the girls were taking too long in getting dressed. As she neared her daughter's room she heard sounds which she recognized but knew she shouldn't be hearing from her only child's room. Susan's brow furrowed in concern as the sounds of sex intensified in her ears as she stood in front of Carmen's bedroom door. 

Susan was conflicted and didn't know if she should barge in and stop them or not. On one hand she wanted to respect her daughter's privacy and sexuality but on the other hand Carmen was still living under her roof and Susan didn't approve of this behaviour.

Telling herself that she was letting her imagination get the better of her, Susan opened the door to peek inside. Susan tried to convince herself that Carmen and Benita were just doing aerobics or some other sort of exercise. When Susan's head rounded the door and her eyes gazed on the bed, a lump was in her throat. 

Susan stared in disbelief as her daughter's best friend repeatedly thrust into her baby girl with wild abandon. From the angle the pair of lovers were across the bed and Benita's back was to Susan. Susan knew enough of sex to know about strap-on-dildos and simply assumed that was what Benita was wearing. In her shocked and horrified mind Susan swore she saw the straps on Benita's shapely body. 

Susan was dumbfounded as she watched the scene, a little too long for mere curiosity. Repeatedly Susan watched and examined the flexing ass muscles as Benita thrust into Carmen. For a fleeting moment, the single mother was a bit jealous of her daughter for the fuck she was receiving. Susan herself had not had sex of any kind since her husband left her fifteen years ago. 

The scene was too much for her to take so Susan decided to leave the pair of lovers to their lovemaking, deciding now was not the time to confront them. Susan poured herself a coffee and sat at the breakfast table in stunned silence, blinking occasionally. 

Back in the room, the pair finished their hasty lovemaking with Benita cuming once again deep within her friend's pussy. Carmen moaned and clutched Benita tight as her own excitement reached its crescendo. Once it was over both women laid still and regained their breath, still sweaty with Benita's softening cock wedged inside Carmen's pussy. 

As one might expect, once the heat of the moment was over and the passions subsided, guilt and confusion returned. Carmen turned her head to the side and started to cry. Benita instinctually clutched Carmen tighter and tried to comfort her friend and lover. Carmen held Benita tighter for a moment and turned to look at her, but once their eyes met, it proved too much.

"GET OFF ME!" Carmen shouted as she shoved Benita off of her with unexpected strength before her crying returned. 

Benita stood there, barely a stride away from Carmen and was unsure of what to do. Her best friend turned to her side and cried. Benita wanted to hold her and comfort her, but at the moment her touch was unwanted. Guilt overwhelmed Benita and tears came to her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Benita said meekly as she started to get dressed again. "I don't know what came over me," She said as she pulled on her skirt, glancing at Carmen.

Carmen looked over at the clearly remorseful Benita and felt sorry for her friend. Carmen stopped crying to watch her friend pull on her blouse and button it up.

"I'll see you later," Benita said over her shoulder as she moved swiftly towards the bedroom door.

"Wait!" Carmen said as she caught up with Benita who had her hand on the bedroom door. "It wasn't just you . . . it was both of us," Carmen said as she pulled on Benita's shoulder to turn her friend to face her. 

"You said you didn't want to . . . do that, again, I should have respected that," Benita said remorsefully, looking at her feet. 

"Ben, I'm confused. I don't really know what I feel or what I want. I enjoyed . . . 'it', as much as you did. I was caught up in the moment, we both were," Carmen said with sincerity while lifting Benita's chin so her friend would look her in the eye.

"You enjoyed it?" Benita asked in quiet disbelief.

"I told you I did and I meant it," Carmen said with a meek smile as their eyes met.

"I thought you were just saying that . . . to be nice," Benita replied in a self-conscious manner.

"I wasn't! Just because I enjoyed it, doesn't mean I want to do it again, or that we should. We're both women and best friends, this has all happened so fast, I just want some time to sort it all out. I don't hate you or blame you for what we did. We both wanted it and chose to do it." Carmen said as she moved in and hugged Benita in a friendly manner. 

"Thanks," Benita said with a warm and reassured smile. 

"Now we'd better get out there and have breakfast before mom comes looking for us," Carmen said as she broke the embrace and got dressed. 

Breakfast was a tense affair with both Carmen and Benita trying to act as if nothing was different, yet knowing it was. Susan kept trying to work up the nerve to talk about what she had seen, yet not able to find her voice. After breakfast, both Benita and Carmen went down to the place they felt most at home, Whyte Avenue. 

In her defence, Carmen did say that a freak-out was coming, unfortunately it came in the middle of Gravity Pope as she was examine a nice pair of black high heels. 

"These would look good on you and would match that black dress we saw last week in that place up the way, around the corner. You know, the one with that ruffled sash around the waist, which would help hide your . . ." Carmen said to Benita matter-of-factly before her eyes went as wide as saucers, the significance of the next word in that sentence hit her. "OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE A COCK!" Carmen shouted in shock and started to tremble.

"Yes, love that rooster, never need an alarm clock," Benita replied nervously as she rushed to Carmen clasped her hand on her mouth and held the now vibrating Carmen as she continued to babble. 

People started to stare in shock and confusion as Carmen continued to babble, despite having her mouth covered by Benita's hand. Thinking quickly, after spying the door to an unassuming storage closet not far off, Benita dragged Carmen into it and closed the door.

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Benita growled and glared at Carmen until she fell silent. 

Benita looked at the now silent, yet still freaked-out Carmen with a raised eyebrow, asking if she will keep quiet if Benita removed her hand. Carmen nodded in reply and Benita slowly removed her hand from Carmen's mouth. 

"You have a cock," Carmen said in quiet, yet shocked manner.

"Yes," Benita replied.

"You really have a cock?" Carmen urged a bit more strenuously, yet still keeping her voice down.

"Yes," Benita replied a bit more agitated.

"Really and truly have a cock?" Carmen said, shocked and stunned. 

"YES" Benita hissed before she took Carmen's right hand, and shoved it down her own panties and forced Carmen's hand to touch her cock.

"Holy shit!" Carmen said in shocked confusion as instinctively her hand wrapped around the shaft of Benita's cock. 

Carmen's hand now started to feel, explore and grope Benita's cock, her mind still in stunned confusion over the development. 

"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here," Benita said in a lustful growl.

Carmen looked into Benita's eyes with wide eyes of confused horror once more. In a flash she removed her hand from Benita's panties. 

"We fucked! We fucked today! Three times today we've fucked! I'm a slut. I'm such a slut! I let my best friend fuck me three times today with her big, fat cock! I'm a . . . " Carmen babbled with stunned confusion until Benita grasped Carmen's head and forced her friend to look her deep in the eyes.

"Yes, we've fucked three times today. I didn't mean for you to find out about my cock but you did. I didn't mean to fuck you but I have. I'm sorry for BURDENING you with all this, and the PAIN that I've caused you. You're obviously better off without me in your life!" Benita said in a manner which started out as firm but her voice cracked with pain and shame the longer she talked. 

Benita felt nothing but shame for putting her best friend through so much pain so she let go of her and exited the closet and store before Carmen came to her senses. 

Benita was a few stores down the street by the time Carmen caught up with her swiftly walking friend. Benita was focussing on not breaking down and crying in public, yet the odd sob slipped out. Carmen grasped Benita by the arm and spun her to face her. Both women looked each other in the eye as Carmen spoke.

"You don't get to do that! You don't get to dump all that on me and walk away, making me feel like the villain! This is a lot to take in, all at once, so forgive me if I need a bit to adjust to it all! That doesn't mean that I want to lose your friendship over this! I just need a bit of time for it to sink in. I want to be here for you and support you . . . as a friend," Carmen said in a heartfelt manner as she still stood there, clutching Benita's arm as they looked deeply into each other's eyes. 

"Thank you, Carmen. I could use a friend right now. I understand how you feel, but I gotta tell you, I loved 'being' with you this morning and would love to 'be' with you again," Benita said with wet eyes and a troubled manner. "I just hope you aren't ashamed of our 'times' together," she added with fear in her wet eyes.

Carmen led Benita by the hand to sit down on a nearby bench, before they continued their private conversation. 

"I don't blame you for what's happened and I'm sorry for all you've been through." Carmen said with a sigh, "I'm not ashamed that we had sex, I loved it as much as you did," Carmen said with a sincere tone of voice as she looked at Benita, who still looked ashamed.

"Does that mean we can do it again sometime?" Benita asked with great trepidation as she looked at Carmen with a hopeful, yet fearful gaze.

"This has all happened so fast and is still so fresh to me. You've had time to get used to your attraction to women. Before today, I never looked at a woman twice, and now I . . . I think I 'like' you, Ben," Carmen said in a subdued manner.

"I 'like' you too, Carmen," Benita said in a calm tone in her voice yet hopeful glint in her eye.

"I'm scared, confused and just not ready for any of that. I don't know if I ever will be. Can't we be just friends for now?" Carmen asked with an equally calm tone yet hopeful look in her eye.

"Sure," Benita said with a warm smile, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Now, let's get back in there before all the good shoes are gone," Carmen said with a smirk on her face and a serious tone in her voice.

They did go back into Gravity Pope and pick out a few pairs each that they liked. Benita did pick up the dress that Carmen had suggested before she had her freak-out. The rest of the shopping excursion that day went well and without incident. Even the coffee visit with Stacey was a welcome respite. Even though Stacey could tell that something was going on to cause tension between Carmen and Benita, she didn't say anything. 

The week at school was a different matter for Benita, however. All that week at school Benita's sexual excitement was much higher than before. Now that Benita had experienced sex with a woman, using her cock, now that she knew what it could do, she wanted more. Everywhere she looked, Benita was undressing women with her eyes, sizing them up as potential sex partners. 

Yet as excited and eager as Benita was to sink her cock into a pussy, something was stopping her: fear. Benita was afraid of the reaction that she would get from a woman once she revealed her cock. How would Benita deal with a near stranger having a freak-out over seeing a woman with a cock? Benita had to be sure that the next person she fucked could handle the situation, and not react badly. Benita was so horny that she needed to fuck a woman but afraid of how any woman would react. 

Any woman that is but the one woman who already knew about and had experienced her cock: Carmen. Despite the fact that Carmen seemed to be the obvious answer to her dilemma, Benita wanted to respect Carmen's request for space and friendship only. 

Benita masturbated frequently in an attempt to satiate her lust and sexual desires. This helped to take the edge off, but Benita knew that nothing but pussy would do. In a word, Benita needed to fuck and fuck badly, nothing had happened to resolve her situation by the time the Saturday trip to Whyte Avenue rolled around. 

Benita and Carmen always enjoyed their time shopping, as it was a welcome respite from Benita's mounting sexual tension. It was also a relief to both women that the friends could still enjoy each other's company. They were still the close friends that they always were, now though it seemed that they were a little closer. Nudity was now a non-issue as Carmen went into the change room with Benita to make sure the clothes fit well. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 04



Carmen had picked out a few outfits to try as well, so the pair selected the largest of the change rooms to change in. Benita had her assortment of clothes on one side and Carmen had her few items on her side. Benita was secretly excited to be nude in the same room with Carmen again but strained to keep control of her impulses. Carmen had removed her pants and was left in only her panties and bra. She was bent over to pick out the skirt she was going to put on when it happened. The sight was more than Benita could handle so she snapped!

Benita was already nude from the waist down when she approached Carmen from behind, emitting a low growl. She put her hand on the small of Carmen's back and ran her finger down to the border of her friend's panties. Carmen looked over her shoulder and smiled at her friend before looking back at the skirt in front of her; Benita's foggy mind took that as consent. In one swift motion Benita pulled Carmen's panties down. Carmen looked over her shoulder in shock just in time to see the fire and determination in her friend's eyes as Benita's cock got into position and lined up to sink into the depths of her own pussy. 

"I'm sorry Carmen, I can't help myself. I need this . . . I need you!" Benita said with a look on her face that was a mixture of extreme horniness and regret. 

Carmen's eyes went wide and Benita's words brought her out of her confused funk. As Benita thrust forward to enter Carmen, Carmen moved her ass to the side and Benita speared nothing but air, she grunted in frustration.

"No, Ben," Carmen said as she continued to move her ass to the side and sit down. 

Secretly and deep down Carmen wanted to fuck Benita as well. Carmen went into the same change room as Benita in hopes she could get a few more looks at Benita's cock. Carmen's thoughts had drifted back to their morning of lovemaking over and over again, since it happened a week ago. She could not get the sights or sounds of it out of her mind. In her heart Carmen craved best friend's cock. Carmen just couldn't come out and admit it, even to herself. 

Carmen was confused and scared of not only having sex with her best friend but also what that would lead to. Carmen saw past the few moments of sex and into a relationship. What Carmen was most afraid of was getting involved with another woman, even if it was her best friend. As wonderful as it felt now, it would bring with it a whole new set of challenges that Carmen wasn't ready to face. 

"I need this, Carmen. I need you." Benita said in a soft, tender yet needy manner as she sat down beside Carmen. 

"Come on, Ben, I already told you that we're not doing it again" Carmen insisted, trying her best to sound firm and definite. 

Benita reached out and picked up Carmen's hand and looking deep into Carmen's eyes and making sure she had Carmen's full attention before continuing.

"All week long, everywhere I look there's a set of big tits or tight ass in my face, I just can't stand it!" Benita said as she thought of the pair of breasts she lusted after the most: Stacey's.

"So after looking at all those women you came to me?" Carmen looked at Benita in a soft and touched manner, her guard dropping. 

"Yes," Benita said before she held Carmen's hand with one hand and softly traced patterns up her arm with the other. "They got me all hot and horny but I didn't really want to be with them, I wanted to be with you," Benita said as she leaned over and kissed Carmen.

The kiss was a long and lingering kiss which both women eagerly participated in. Benita's hands roamed over Carmen's body, touching and caressing her old friend and new lover all over her body. With her foot, Benita was able to tug Carmen's panties down to the floor, now around her ankle. Benita began to openly fondle and caress Carmen's bountiful breasts with soft and tender touches while the women still kissed.

Benita loved each and every sensation of exploring another woman's body in a new and erotic way. She had seen many women's bodies both nude and partially dressed many times and in many ways over the course of her young life. Never once had she given them a passing thought or looked on them with the slightest hint of desire. Yet here she was, eager to explore each and every corner of a woman's body, starting with Carmen. 

Benita traced circles around Carmen's upper body, paying special attention to her breasts with one hand as her other hand ventured south. Benita was excited yet she slowly and leisurely meandered her hand down Carmen's body until she reached her best friend's pussy. Benita teased Carmen's clitoris for a bit, and Carmen's breathing intensified as she did so. Feeling victory was within her grasp, Benita reached further south and thrust two fingers into Carmen's pussy. 

That was the moment which brought Carmen out of the erotic dream which had captured her, when Benita began to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy, Carmen knew what would happen next. Carmen knew this was a prelude to fucking. Part of Carmen wanted to throw her legs open wide, caution to the wind and fuck till dawn. The more rational part of Carmen wanted to stop things right now, before things went too far, yet again. Her rational part won out and Carmen reached down and held Benita's wrist firm. 

"Stop! We can't do this," Carmen said as she looked deep into Benita's eyes.

"C'mon," Benita said as she started moving her fingers inside Carmen's pussy. "You know you want to, we both do. You already said you loved it. You know I do! Why not do it again?" Benita added as she moved in and kissed Carmen.

"We can't, I can't!" Carmen said as she pushed Benita away from her and pulled Benita's hand away from her crotch. 

"I need you, Carmen, I need to make love to you, again. Can't you see that? Can't you see how much I need you?" Benita said in an imploring tone of voice with eyes which begged to be understood. 

"I know exactly what's going on!" Carmen snarled as she stood up abruptly and pulled her panties up. "You're horny and need to fuck, so you came to me, because you figured I would be an easy fuck!" Carmen spat with anger as she thrust her right leg into her pants. 

"That's not it, I don't just need to fuck, I need to make love to you!" Benita urged as Carmen put her left leg through her pants and sipped them up. 

"I told you before that I was not going to fuck you and I meant it!" Carmen said with a glare as she strode towards the door of the change room. "This is the last time I'll warn you, Ben! Try this again and I'll never speak to you again!" Carmen added before she swiftly left the change room. 

Benita hung her head and cried in frustration and sadness. She was both horny beyond belief, but also ashamed for causing the rift between her and Carmen. It was not a conscious decision, it was simply an impulse that went unchecked. Benita feared she would not be able to control these impulses around Carmen unless she found a safe outlet for her sexual desires.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 05



Chapter 5

"Acceptance"

Benita walked down the sidewalk with quick and definite strides; she was a woman on a mission. Tunnel-vision is the best way to describe both her vision and her thoughts. All she could see and think of was "Stacey." 

Benita had just gotten into a fight with Carmen when Benita had tried to initiate sex. Carmen had stormed off, leaving Benita alone with a massive erection and the aggravation of being so close to sexual release then not achieving it. It was as Benita was in the change room, feeling sorry for herself that Stacey's open invitation for sex came to mind. 

As Benita entered the coffee shop where she had shared a few cups of coffee with Stacey, her excitement piqued. It took but a bare glance around the coffee shop before her eyes locked onto Stacey. Without wavering in her gaze one bit, Benita strode quickly over to Stacey, leaning in as soon as she was at the table. All the while Stacey had a bit of a "Deer in the headlights look," until at the last moment she regained her composure. 

"You said you wanted sex, right?" Benita said in a direct tone of voice while keeping her voice down, her eyes still boring into Stacey's.

"Someone's in a mood," Stacey said playfully with a Cheshire-cat grin.

"Yes or no," Benita demanded.

"Yes, Honey, I'm still interested," Stacey replied in a sensuous manner, her eyes taking an obvious tour of Benita's body.

"Now?" Benita said as she leaned in with a cocky grin of her own.

"Sure. You don't waste any time, do you?" Stacey replied with a grin and a chuckle. 

"If we do this, we do this my way, understood?" Benita said in a firm tone, her eyes, as yet never wavering from looking deep into Stacey's eyes. 

"I usually like to be in charge, but you seem to be in such a mood . . . it may be fun. Just remember that I can still refuse you at any time," Stacey said in a playful, yet sensuous, manner while smiling at Benita.

"And I can walk away from you at any time," Benita replied with the same playful, yet sensuous manner.

"Agreed," Stacey replied with a pleased smile as she stood up. "My place is not far," she added as she picked up her coffee and began pushing baby Dean's stroller. 

"You have changed. Such confidence . . . I like it!" Stacey added after she and Benita had exited the coffee shop. 

When they finally arrived at Stacey's apartment, Benita paused to look the place over as Stacey put Dean down for his nap. Benita paced and felt like a tigress getting ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey. Still Benita strained to keep calm and not act too quickly or too hastily.

The apartment was in an older building not far off Whyte Avenue and indeed not far from the coffee shop Stacey frequented. It had the charm of an old building but it had been well maintained and well cared for over the years. As a whole the building looked to be in immaculate condition. 

As for Stacey's place, it was a two bedroom apartment and one bedroom was for baby Dean and the other was for Stacey and her husband. The apartment was decorated with upper-scale furnishings, yet baby-things were scattered about. The leather couch and glass coffee table reflected the better off couple enjoying their success. The baby-seat and baby-bottles were evidence of a new baby in the home. One wondered how long the leather couch would stay in the pristine condition it was in now. 

Benita wandered into the master bedroom to look around and liked what she found. The focus of the room was the queen-sized bed which had a solid wood frame with an oversized headboard and footboard. On either side of the bed were matching nightstands and off to one side was a large dresser with a large mirror attached. The position and size of the dresser and mirror meant that anyone on the bed could easily see the whole bed in the mirror. 

Tucked neatly inside the drawer of one of the nightstands two items gave Benita a wicked idea: a sleeping mask and a pair of handcuffs (with key nearby). Knowing this was just what she needed Benita made note of them but did not disturb them. 

"See anything you like?" Stacey asked as she appeared in the doorway and put her hand high on the doorframe, thrusting her opposite hip out. 

"Absolutely," Benita said with a smile as she turned to face Stacey. 

Both women knew what was going to happen as they moved in and embraced, their lips drawn to one another. It was a kiss that was hard and passionate, both women pulling and pawing at one another. Stacey soon had two handfuls of Benita's ass and was trying to pull Benita's groin close, aching to rub their pussies together.

Yet, even as Stacey and Benita kissed with wild abandon, Benita knew enough to keep her groin pulled back, just a bit. Stacey did not know about Benita's cock but would soon find out in splendid fashion, though not before Benita wanted her to. 

"Strip woman!" Benita ordered as she broke the kiss and shoved Stacey further into the bedroom.

"Oooh, yes, Honey," Stacey cooed as she stood not far from the bed. 

Benita watched with hungry eyes as Stacey began to remove her clothing, one item at a time. First the shorts came off, with an accentuated wiggle of her hips. Next came the slim fitting blouse, allowing the breasts Benita lusted for spring into view, restrained only by the nursing bra. Stacey ran her hands up and cupped her breasts as she smiled wickedly at Benita, wiggling her hips in a sexy dance. 

"Stop stalling and strip!" Benita sternly ordered as she closed her eyes to slits.

"Yes, Honey," Stacey said with a smirk and a wink. 

Stacey removed her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above a clean shaven pussy. Stacey paused only long enough to run a finger up her slit and lick her finger clean. Stacey then reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slipped it down off her arms and then tossed it to the side, near her other clothes.

Benita's face drained of all expression and she actually drooled as her eyes drank in the large, lactating breasts on display before her. Stacey smirked proudly as she examined Benita's face. 

"Wanna taste?" Stacey said as she lifted up her left breast and squeezed out a small sampling of breast milk, which she shot into her mouth. 

"Later, right now there's something I gotta do," Benita said with a smirk on her determined face as she stepped towards Stacey.

Benita moved in and kissed Stacey, while holding her head. Once the kiss was over Benita held Stacey by a firm grip on a clump of her blonde hair. Wordlessly Benita directed Stacey to kneel on her hands and knees on the middle of the bed. Benita then reached into the nightstand and retrieved the handcuffs. 

"You know, some people might consider it rude to snoop through other peoples things," Stacey said with a smirk lessening her mildly offended expression. 

"I like to be prepared," Benita said as she picked up the handcuffs and fastened one of Stacey's wrists into the handcuffs. 

"If Dean cries, you will let me out, right?" Stacey asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice and fear lingering in the corners of her eyes. 

"Absolutely," Benita said reassuringly, with a smile on her otherwise serous expression. 

"That's all I ask," Stacey said as she watched Benita loop the other handcuff around a bar in the bed's headboard.

When the handcuff was fastened to Stacey's other wrist, she was now handcuffed to the headboard in a kneeling position. Benita moved in and kissed Stacey to show her appreciation for being so compliant. Benita then reached into the nightstand drawer and removed the sleeping mask. Stacey's eyes were more than slightly worried as Benita placed the sleeping mask over her face. 

"I don't know if I should be excited or nervous," Stacey said with a nervous giggle as the sleeping mask closed off all of her vision.

"It'll be fun," Benita whispered in Stacey's ear, causing her to shudder. "Trust me," Benita added before she walked to the end of the bed and stripped as soon as she could. 

Benita brought her face close to the very wet pussy between Stacey's thighs and inspected a pussy for the first time, up close. Her touches started as curious probing, but being spurned on by Stacey's coos and moans Benita got bolder. Soon Benita was madly thrusting two fingers in and out of Stacey's pussy and Stacey was moaning like a whore in heat. 

The glint of the light on her slick fingers caught Benita's attention one time and it was then, as if for the first time, that she was playing with another woman's pussy. Yet, Benita was not panicked or upset as she would have been a few weeks ago; instead she was happy and turned on. 

Curious and intrigued on how Stacey would taste, Benita withdrew her finger and stared at it for a moment while Stacey whimpered in frustration. It was not a moment later before Benita brought her fingers close to her mouth and licked a sampling. Savouring the taste and instead of being freaked out, she wanted more. 

Benita leaned in and licked Stacey's pussy right down the slit from clit to glory-hole. Stacey shuddered and moaned deeply as Benita turned around and lay on her back and settled in for a long session of pussy licking. It was Benita's purpose to make sure Stacey was wet enough for the good and hard fucking that Benita was dying for. This was an unexpected detour, in Benita's plan, yet it was something she wanted, even needed, to explore. 

"Oh yeah! Eat me, Honey!" Stacey said in a lusty growl as her whole body started to quiver in pleasure and anticipation.

Once again, instead of being horrified or "shocked back to reality," Benita was encouraged and spurned on. Benita did not quit licking Stacey's pussy until the young mother came all over her face. By the time Benita had finished lapping up all of Stacey's juices, she was in love with the taste of pussy. 

"Lick my face clean," Benita said as she brought her face close to Stacey's face. 

Benita had said this more out of curiosity to see what she could and couldn't make Stacey do. As well Benita did have a wet face which needed to be cleaned, so why not have some fun too. 

"Yes, Honey," Stacey replied and without hesitation she leaned in and began licking madly at Benita's face. 

It took a little longer than it might have, if Stacey had been able to see while licking her own juices off of Benita's face, but she complied nonetheless. When Stacey was finished licking, she waited there patiently, with eager anticipation. While Benita knew what was going to happen, yet Stacey didn't. 

Benita moved to the back of the bed and positioned herself behind Stacey, drinking in the sight of the young mother she had lusted after now restrained and helpless from her assault. Benita let out a moan as her eyes traced every curve on her latest lover's body before she shifted forward. 

With one hand around the base of her cock and her other hand on the small of Stacey's back Benita moved forward and mounted Stacey. With one slow stroke Benita shoved her cock steadily in until her groin met Stacey's ass. Benita had not intended to sink her cock all the way in the way in on the first stroke but was unable to stop herself once her cock entered the moist heaven that was Stacey's pussy. Both women moaned deeply throughout the stroke, lost in the world of pleasure of cock in pussy. 

"Oh fuck! I didn't know you brought toys, Honey!" Stacey said in a giddy giggle, drunk on the pleasure of the fat cock inside her pussy. 

Benita didn't know how to answer that question, what she should say or when. Instinct took over as Benita withdrew her cock and began the fucking she so desperately needed. Bliss and pleasure slowly emanated from her cock as she steadily thrust into Stacey's pussy. The feeling Benita was getting was not unlike a junky gets when they get their latest fix. Benita knew at that moment that she was addicted to pussy, both eating it and fucking it. 

"Do you like it?" Benita asked as she picked up the pace of the fuck.

"Oh, Honey, I love it!" Stacey said in a lusty growl as she grasped the headboard tighter, flopped her head down and surrendered to the fuck. 

"You like my cock, do you?" Benita asked in a lusty growl of her own as she quickened the pace of the fuck even more, slamming harder now.

"Yes, Honey, I love your cock! I love your big, fat cock fucking me hard and fast!" Stacey said in a shaky voice, broken up by the vibrations of the hard fucking she was receiving. 

"Better than your husband's?" Benita asked in a cocky manner, clearly knowing the answer, yet wanting Stacey to admit it. 

Stacey remained quiet, not wanting to answer yet Benita didn't like this so she reached forward grasped a large clump of Stacey's blonde hair and used her hair for leverage as she continued to pound Stacey's pussy.

"I asked you a question, Slut! Do you like my cock better than your husband's?" Benita said with a growl as she punctuated each word with a thrust of the cock in question. 

"YES, FINE! Your cock is much longer and thicker than Frank's. Your cock is so much better than his, alright!" Stacey said in a wavering voice of shame, ashamed to admit it out loud. "But it's not a fair comparison! Yours is fake, and his is real" Stacey added while sobbing a few tears.

"Wanna see it?" Benita asked in the same cocky manner.

"Sure," Stacey replied not sure what the significance of seeing Benita's strap-on-dildo hwas. 

"You asked for it," Benita said as she pulled the blindfold off of Stacey's face.

Stacey blinked a bit and got used to two things at once, light and the tugging sensation at the back of her scalp was gone. Benita had resumed grasping Stacey by the hips as she continued the fuck without missing a stroke. Stacey looked to the side and into the mirror, there she saw the scene on the bed from an observer's point of view. 

There, on the bed Stacey saw that both she and Benita were completely nude and fucking. Stacey watched for a moment as her hips rocked back and forth to meet each of Benita's powerful strokes. Stacey's eyes drank in the delightful sigh of Benita's hot body nude and on display, flexing and thrusting, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each stroke of her big, fat cock. That was when it hit Stacey, Benita had a cock! She was not wearing any sort of strap-on-dildo, as there were clearly no straps on her. 

"Oh my God, it's real! What are you, a guy?" Stacey shouted out in shock. 

"I'M NOT A GUY!" Benita shouted as she pulled out of Stacey so fast that Stacey's thrust back met nothing but air.

Benita moved around and sat on the top edge of the large headboard and spread her legs her slick cock twitched and throbbed from the recent activity. Benita placed her body lewdly on display, her most intimate of areas and darkest of secrets exposed for Stacey to see. 

"I'm not a guy, I never was," Benita said in a calm tone of voice, her fear of rejection and ridicule evident on her face. "I'm still a woman, just a woman with a cock," Benita said and looked at Stacey's eyes with a lump in her throat.

Stacey looked first into Benita's eyes to see if this was a joke or deception of some kind. Finding only sincerity and fear in Benita's eyes, Stacey looked Benita's body over in wonder and curiosity. Stacey saw that Benita was right, she was a woman alright. With the exception of the large cock between her legs, Benita was all woman, and a hot one at that. 

"So you've always had a . . . been like this?" Stacey asked in curiosity as she moved in to inspect Benita's groin closer. "Do you still have a pussy?" she asked as she looked in earnest at Benita's cock.

"Yes, I've always had a cock," Benita lied, not sure how to explain the real story. "I still have a pussy, see," she added as she shifted forward, lifted her cock to put her pussy on display. 

Stacey sat there, looking at the bizarre sight of a hot woman with a big fat cock for a moment before her instincts took over. The sight of a dripping pussy, just inches from her face proved too enticing so Stacey lunged forward and began licking slit. Benita moaned and shuddered as Stacey began to lick her pussy, on her own, knowing she had a cock. 

When Benita started to slump down to sit on the pillows in front of Stacey, both women realized this was not possible. Stacey was still handcuffed to the headboard just below where Benita was sitting. 

"Come on, Honey, uncuff me so I can eat you properly," Stacey asked as she held up her wrists. "I promise I won't run," she added after reading that very fear in Benita's eyes. 

"Okay," Benita replied sceptically before getting down off the bed. 

After retrieving the handcuff key from the bedside table she uncuffed Stacey. As Stacey rubbed her wrists Benita put the handcuffs, sleeping mask and key back where she found them. 

Both women's eyes locked as Benita then got on the bed and sat down, leaning up against the headboard with her groin flat. A few pillows strategically positioned made this comfortable for her. As Stacey moved in to feast on Benita's groin she seemed to have already accepted and adjusted to Benita and her cock. This was something that Carmen had, as yet, not done so Benita was curious to know why.

"You don't seem all that freaked out by my cock, why?" Benita asked as Stacey started to lick her way down the shaft of Benita's cock. 

"Well, I just take things as they come and accept people for who they are. Everybody is different, you just have to learn to accept what life throws at you," Stacey said in-between licks of Benita's shaft then slit.

"So you don't mind having sex with a woman with a cock?" Benita asked with a wavering voice as Stacey started to get settled licking her pussy.

"Mind? Honey one of my fantasies I never thought I would live out was to have sex with a Hermaphrodite!" Stacey said with a giggle as she thrust two fingers into Benita's pussy and wrapped her other hand around Benita's cock.

"A what?" Benita asked in confusion, lost in the pleasure of having her cock stroked and her pussy probed at the same time. 

"Exactly what you are, someone with both male and female genitalia. My fantasy was always to find a 'chick with a dick.' Not just some pre-op tranny, either, but a real and natural born Hermaphrodite, exactly like you. Some hot chick with a big dick!" Stacey said as she pleasured both Benita's cock and pussy with both hands before adding her tongue into the mix. 

"Oh God, I wanna fuck you!" Benita said with a groan as she started to get up. 

"Great! but let's try this!" Stacey said as she scooted up and hovered over Benita's cock. 

With practiced precision, Stacey lowered herself onto Benita's cock and both women watched Benita's cock disappear into Stacey's pussy. Stacey leaned in and kissed Benita and this kiss was a soft and romantic kiss, not one of unbridled passion. When the kiss was broke and with a smile and a wink Stacey lifted herself up and started to ride Benita's cock. 

It didn't take but three full bounces of Stacey on Benita's cock for Benita to be captivated by something. Benita's eyes were locked onto the incredibly erotic sight of Stacey's huge tits bouncing wildly up and down, inches from her face. With a growl and not waiting for an invitation Benita leaned forward and latched onto one of Stacey's lactating tits. 

As if by instinct or by recessed fantasy Benita wrapped her lips around Stacey's left nipple and started to suckle with a deep-seeded hunger. As the first of the breast-milk flowed into Benita's mouth, both women moaned. Stacey put her hands in Benita's hair and held her lover's head in position as the woman whose cock she was riding nursed from her breast. 

"Fuck that's hot!" Stacey said with a shudder as she threw her head back. 

Pleasure that only a mother can know flowed from Stacey's breast and through her body as quickly as the milk flowed from her breast. Benita did not let up her ravenous drinking of the breast milk, she only switched from one breast to the other when the mood struck her.




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 05



"Be sure to leave some for Dean," Stacey said with a waver in her voice as she neared her own climax. 

"It's not my problem if these bug udders of yours can't produce enough milk to satisfy me and your child. I will take what I want and if there isn't enough left then he can drink formula," Benita said with a fire in her eyes and a determination in her voice as she looked up into Stacey's eyes. "Understood?" she added as Stacey's eyes lit up with fear and excitement. 

"Yes, Mis . . ." Stacey said with a husky tone before she shut her mouth in mid-word and hastily added "Honey!"

Benita resumed sucking milk out of Stacey's breasts and even continued as Stacey climaxed. The spasming and contracting pussy was too much for Benita and both women slammed hard against each other as Benita began to cum, deep inside the second woman she had ever fucked: Stacey. Once both women were done their respective orgasms, Stacey collapsed in a heap on top of Benita. For a moment both women held each other as they regained their breath and came down from the high of orgasmic bliss. 

"I hope this doesn't become a one-time thing, Honey," Stacey said with a satisfied smile as she brushed hair out of Benita's face.

"You, you want to do this again?" Benita asked with a touch of confusion.

"Absolutely!" Stacey emphatically replied. "Any time you're horny and want to fuck or just mess around, you come to me. Heck, I'd even come to you, if that's what it took for us to be together!" Stacey added with a glint in her eye and a seriousness in her voice.

"But you've had your fantasy, you still want more?" Benita asked with a mixture of wonder and fear of rejection. 

"Screw the fantasy; I want more of the real thing! I want more of you and your fantastic cock. I want to get to know every inch of your hot body and I want you to get to know every inch of mine!" Stacey said as she stroked Benita's hair with one hand as she caressed the far side of Benita's torso. 

"You really like my cock? You're not weirded out? You're not just saying that to be nice?" Benita asked with eyes that begged not to be lied to in a tone that conveyed it couldn't take any more rejection. 

"Yes, Honey, I love your cock. You are a beautiful woman, and part of that beauty is your big, fat delicious cock," Stacey said in a sensuous manner.

"Yeah, I guess you're right . . . thanks," Benita smiled in a grateful manner, tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I take it you've not had much luck with women accepting your cock?" Stacey said as she wrapped her fingers around Benita's cock and lovingly caressed it.

"No," Benita replied and looked away, as the hurt and pain momentarily got the better of her. 

"But what do you think of it?" Stacey asked as she stroked the far side of Benita's face, directing her lover to look her in the eyes, once again.

"I . . . I guess it's a part of me . . . a part of who I am," Benita replied with a weak smile as she looked deep into Stacey's eyes. 

"And that makes it beautiful, doesn't it?" Stacey asked as she moved out of the way to provide Benita an unobstructed view of her own cock. 

Both women looked down at the steadily stiffening member and smiled. Finally, Benita had become not just used to her cock, but had accepted it. Really and truly she had accepted that it was a part of her and not a hideous disfigurement of her clitoris. As Benita looked down at her cock she was proud to not only have a cock but have one so large and dare she say it . . . beautiful.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 06



Chapter 6

"Love at Last?"

Benita was asleep that Saturday morning in the bed of the home which had quickly become her second home. The queen-sized bed, with its soft quilt covers and firm, supportive mattress always gave her a good night's sleep. The solid, wooden bed-frame had proven quite useful in the kinky games that she and her latest lover, Stacey loved to play. 

Benita had been happier this past week than she had been in quite a long time. She had not only found a lover who accepted her cock but she had accepted it herself. This breakthrough along with the pleasures she discovered her cock could give her via a willing woman, explained why she had practically moved-in to Stacy's bed and life. 

In the week since they hooked up, Benita had gone home only to fetch some clothes and write a note to her parents telling them that she was staying at a friend's place and not to worry. Benita would go to school and then go right to Stacey's place. Once there she would do whatever homework she had and then help take care of baby Dean. Not to mention spending time in and out of bed with Stacey. In short it was a week of sexual exploration and self-discovery.

Stacey entered her bedroom and had to smile at the sleeping form of Benita in her bed. Stacey had brought Benita home to be just one in a long list of female conquests that she had brought here. Stacey was not afraid that Frank would find out; that was never a worry or concern for her.

Since Stacey's husband, Frank, was away from home so much they had agreed some time ago that she could have sex with as many women as she liked. The only provisions were: 1) that she only had sex with women 2) that she did not play around while he was in town and 3) that she was discrete. 

Frank knew that she was successful in bedding women and when the mood struck him he would ask her about her various exploits. This would usually lead to hot and passionate sex, once the story was told. As for Frank himself he never played around, he simply had a lower sex drive than Stacey; work seemed to drain this out of him. 

All that changed for Stacey after that first time with Benita, now all she wanted was Benita; this scared and excited her. On one hand it was good and satisfying to have a steady lover as beautiful and skilled as Benita, because of this Stacey was happy. On the other hand this "fling" had already passed finding a safe outlet for her sexual urges and grown into a full-blown affair.

Stacey always knew one of the risks of playing around was to become attached to a lover. That is why her policy was to have sex with a woman only once or sometimes twice, any more than that and Stacey knew you were asking for trouble. It had been a week of the wildest and most incredible sex of her life, with a woman she had already had sex with so many times, she had lost count. 

Stacey could hardly believe that she was standing in her own bedroom wearing nothing but a slave collar bringing her lover a cup of coffee. This was something she never did as she was always the one in charge, in and out of the bedroom. Stacey couldn't resist Benita, and had already proved that she would to anything for her newest and greatest lover. By Wednesday, Stacey's submission to Benita was complete. Even then Stacey had to ask Benita to become her Mistress and explain what that meant. 

Needless to say Benita jumped at this opportunity and fell naturally into the role of Mistress, as she was a natural Dominant. Stacey had never seen herself as a submissive, but indeed she was a Switch, and loved to serve Benita, her new Mistress. Since Benita collared Stacey Wednesday night, the intensity, frequency and kinkiness of the sex picked up considerably. 

Stacey placed the cup of coffee on the bedside table and tucked the teaspoon she had also been carrying behind the lamp, out of sight. Carefully Stacey pulled the covers back and exposed all of Benita's body, complete with cock, fully engorged in "Morning Wood." Stacey shuddered in excitement and whimpered when her eyes fell on the cock she worshiped. Softly and carefully Stacey got on the bed and crawled between Benita's thighs, making sure not to touch Benita at all. 

Stacey brought her mouth, which had already started to water, close to her Mistress's cock. As soon as she could Stacey wrapped a hand around the base of the monster cock and her lips around its head. Stacey closed her eyes as her lips descended on the shaft of the exquisite cock. With cock firmly in mouth, Stacey moved her hand from the base of Benita's cock down to her pussy where she gently pushed two fingers inside. Stacey began to finger-fuck Benita while she gave the same woman a blowjob. Being able to do this was just one of the reasons Stacey was infatuated with Benita and her cock. 

Benita moaned lightly in her sleep and began to stir as she started to wake up, yet Stacey pretended not to notice. While she continued her efforts to please Benita, Stacey watched Benita's face intently, out of the corner of her eye. Benita's eyes opened and a luxuriating smile crept across her face as the bliss of the moment washed over her. Slowly Benita looked down and saw Stacey steadily sucking her cock and fingering her pussy. Benita growled and shifted her groin as the expert ministrations of her lover and slave continued to wash over her. 

"Bring me my coffee, Woman," Benita ordered in a sleepy manner. 

"Yes, Mistress," Stacey said before giving Benita's cock a final lick. 

Stacey got out of bed as quickly as dignity would allow, picked up the cup of coffee which was within arm's reach of Benita and presented it to her. Benita looked at the cup of black liquid and then up at Stacey with a displeased expression. 

"This is NOT how I like my coffee and you know it, Woman!" Benita said, punctuating the last word as she stared at Stacey in a stern manner. 

Between Stacey and Benita, they both knew that when Benita addressed Stacey as "Woman" she was really addressing Stacey as "slave." This gave Stacey a shiver down her spin each time she heard Benita say the word and Benita got a jolt of excitement each time she said it. Benita didn't have a problem with addressing Stacey as "slave" she just liked the sound of "Woman" better. 

"I know, Mistress, but I also know that you like to watch me do this," Stacey said with a giggle she tried to hide as she put the coffee down on the bedside table.

Stacey grasped her right breast with both hands, directed the nipple at the cup of coffee. Stacey glanced between the cup of hot liquid and Benita's face as she squirted out a sizable amount of breast-milk into the cup of coffee. Benita's lust-filled face was all the thanks Stacey needed and she smiled to herself as she picked up the hidden teaspoon and stirred the coffee. Once again Stacey presented the cup of coffee to Benita but this time Benita nodded her approval and accepted the cup of coffee. 

"You may resume your morning duties, Woman," Benita said in a commanding tone of voice, accentuating the last word, once again.

"Yes, Mistress, Thank you," Stacey said with a nod and started to enter the bed once again. 

"Make sure not to spill my coffee, Woman," Benita said sternly before she took a sip of coffee.

"Yes, Mistress," Stacey said as she crawled in between Benita's thighs and resumed her oral and finger ministrations.

Benita sipped the coffee as Stacey continued to suck her cock and finger her pussy; life was good. With the ample experience that Stacey had not only servicing Benita this week but lovers in general, it didn't take long before Benita clumsily put her cup of coffee down, as her orgasm drew nigh. 

"FUCK! Cumming! Don't miss a drop, Honey!" Benita said as she tossed her head from side to side and thrust her hips up. 

Stacey almost choked, not only on the fat cock shoved down her throat, but also because of Benita use of an affectionate term for her. Stacey didn't have long to be shocked as Benita's cum started to explode out the end of Benita's cock and down her throat. Benita loved the sensations of a swallowing throat around the end of her cock and this prolonged her orgasm. Once Benita was spent she slumped down and took a moment to recover from her intense orgasm. Stacey simply let the cock slip past her lips and licked it clean, before descending down to clean Benita's pussy. 

Once Benita had come to, she looked down at the steadily licking Stacey with a wicked smile that nobody saw. Stacey was well engrossed in her work of slit-licking when Benita grasped a large clump of Stacey's hair. Without a word being said by either woman, Benita directed Stacey up and onto the bed lying on her back, with her arms and legs spread wide, pointing at the four corners of the bed. In quick and nimble fashion Benita tied each of Stacey's limbs to the bed, one to each corner. 

"You're lucky that I love the taste of your pussy, Woman," Benita said with a hunger in her eyes as she crawled between the helpless and bound Stacey.

"I am thankful each time for the privilege of having you eat me out, Mistress," Stacey cooed as she involuntarily shifted and rotated her pelvis in eager anticipation.

Benita reached around each of Stacey's shapely thighs and took each one in a firm grip, and stopped Stacey's movements. Benita leaned forward and licked the very wet pussy, which was hers to do with as she pleased, from bottom to top. Benita spent the next few moments licking and sampling everywhere on Stacey's pussy and groin except her clitoris or vaginal opening. Stacey almost came when Benita sucked Stacey's clitoris at the same moment she shoved two fingers inside her pussy. 

"OOOOOHHHH, Mistress, thank you!" Stacey said in near tears of joy as Benita kept up her dual assault on both clitoris and pussy reaching for the "G-spot."

Benita continued to eat Stacey's pussy with all the extensive experience she had gained this week eating this very pussy.

"OOOOHH God, I love you, Mistress!" Stacey screamed out as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Stacey shook so violently, it was as if she was having a seizure. 

"I love you too, Baby!" Benita said as she paused to look Stacey in the eyes.

The instant their eyes locked Stacey knew too much had been said. Both women knew simply by the look in her eyes that the other was genuine in her assertion. Stacey heart leapt into her throat as her being flowed out of her pussy and into her Mistress's eager mouth. Stacey threw her head back, closed her eyes as she rode out the rest of her climax. 

As Stacey breathed heavily she kept her eyes firmly closed as Benita took her last few licks of Stacey's pussy. Stacey's pussy felt cold and neglected even mere seconds after Benita stopped licking her pussy. Stacey felt movement in the bed and kept her eyes closes yet in her mind she envisioned what was happening. 

Benita crawled up and hovered over Stacey's body, her eyes never wavering from looking at Stacey's closed eyes as she did so. Benita, the tigress, hovered over her prey and examined the face of the still-closed eyed woman. With a shift of her hips, Benita ran the head of her cock up and down the wet slit of the pussy she had just ate. 

Stacey whimpered and bit her lip in reply, yet still couldn't look Benita in the eye, not after so shocking and personal an admission. Yet Benita wanted to see the expression in Stacey's eyes when she entered her, she always did. This is why good, old-fashioned "Missionary Position" was her favourite; she could see her lover's eyes. 

"Beg me, Woman," Benita commanded in a softer, lower voice, speaking just inches from Stacey's face, breasts already kissing breasts. 

"Please, Mistress, please fuck me with your big, fat cock," Stacey said in a soft, yet sensuous voice. 

"No, beg me . . . Ben," Benita said before she kissed both of Stacey's lips with her cock and her lips, at the same time.

Stacey's eyes shot open and she looked at Benita in surprise and confusion as Benita smiled warmly back at her, running her cockhead up and down Stacey's slit, all the while. Stacey wanted to keep her mouth shut and not say a thing, but there was a hunger in her own heart and she could see a need and desire in Benita's eyes. Stacey knew exactly what Benita was looking for . . . what she needed to hear.

"Please, Ben, make love to me," Stacey said with a loving smile on her face. 

"As you wish, Baby," Benita replied with a loving smile as she shifted forward.

Stacey took a deep breath as Benita's cock entered her pussy, she always did. It didn't matter the countless times that very cock had been where it was now, Stacey always drew a breath in shock. Benita always made sure to wedge her cock all the way inside Stacey, and hold it there on the first thrust. Both Stacey and Benita loved the sensation of first entry and wanted to prolong it.

The two lovers had found a way of getting into a position to allow the full length of Benita's cock to enter Stacey, even when Stacey was tied up "spread eagle." Benita had then discovered that if she shoved a little harder she could press her cockhead against the entrance to Stacey's uterus. This sensation always made Stacey growl with lust and drove her nuts, this time was no exception. Benita withdrew her cock and then started to stroke Stacey's pussy with long, slow, steady strokes. 

Stacey shuddered in reaction to the clearly soft, sensuous and clearly romantic coupling. The ropes restraining Stacey's legs twanged when they suddenly tightened, as Stacey tried to throw her legs around Benita's waist. Stacey wanted so desperately to dig her heals into Benita's ass to help shove Benita's cock into her harder and faster. Stacey started to buck her hips to increase the pace of the fuck but Benita simply withdrew her cock altogether. 

"Fuck me, Mistress! Fuck your slave hard and fast!" Stacey said in a needy whimper as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. 

"Right now, you're not my slave but my Baby. We have our whole lives to play kinky games. Right now, I just want to be simply Ben and Stacey making love," Benita said in a soft and loving manner as she looked deep into Stacey's eyes while stroking her hair.

"Use me like the slut I am!" she added as she writhed and wriggled on the bed, horny beyond belief.

"You're not a slut, you're my Baby," Benita reassured calmly. 

"I am a slut! I'm having an affair on my husband! I am a SLUT, a WHORE!" Stacey shouted as tears started streaming down her face. 

"You said Frank let you play around, that he was okay with it," Benita said with a slightly worried tone, that she tried to conceal in her assuring manner.

"Play around, yes, but not fall in love!" Stacey said, glancing into Benita's eyes before she turned her head to the side and cried uncontrollably. 

"But you did fall in love, we both did," Benita said with a loving smile and stroked Stacey's hair and dried her lovers eyes. "We didn't plan it, but it happened, we'll be so happy together, Baby," Benita said in an outpouring of her love for Stacey. 

"What?" Stacey asked in confusion as she looked at Benita.

"We both love each other and are happy together. Do you want to live here or should we get our own place?" Benita asked with a happy and expectant tone. 

"Our own place?" Stacey asked, still bewildered. 

"Yeah, are you going to leave Frank or are you going to kick him out?" Benita asked in the same happy and expectant tone, her eyes dancing all over Stacey's confused face.

"LEAVE FRANK? Who the hell said I was leaving Frank?" Stacey challenged in a demanding manner as she glared back at Benita.

"But . . . you love me, don't you?" Benita asked; a little hurt and bewildered.

"Well, yes, but I'm not going to leave my husband!" Stacey replied in a slightly panicked tone of voice, fear in her eyes. 

"Why not? You love me, I love you. I'm around every day and I can more than take care of your needs," Benita said as she shifted forward and shoved her cock all the way into Stacey's pussy. 

"I love you and I love what we do, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave my husband! He's a good man and I still love him. He provides for me and my child, and lets me have fun on the side," Stacey said with a waver in her otherwise firm voice, fear clawing at her eyes, trying to break onto her face.

"So that's what I am to you? Some fun on the side?" Benita snorted indignantly as she withdrew from Stacey and got off the bed.

"He's only in town one week a month! We have the other three weeks to be together, Mistress!" Stacey said in a needy urge as Benita stood there, glaring at Stacey.

"So you expect me to sleep on the couch for the week that HE'S here? Just sit by and watch as HE takes my place in OUR bed?" Benita said in a harsh and hurtful tone as her eyes closed to slits, boring into Stacey. 

"Well, no, of course not! Frank can never meet you, that's part of the deal," Stacey blurted out in a confused muddle as she fought back the tears. Fear now dominated her eyes. 

"Wow, I feel special," Benita said in a disgusted tone as she picked up her bag and started stuffing her things into it.

"What are you doing, Mistress?" Stacey asked in a fearful manner, tears in her eyes as she stared intently at Benita. 

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Benita shouted as she swiftly and surely removed the slave collar from around Stacey's neck and tossed it on the bed beside her. "I'm not your Mistress, anymore," she added as she resumed her packing.

"Please! Ben, Honey, don't leave me!" Stacey cried out as tears flowed down her face as she cried unchecked, her legs and arms still bound to the bed.

"We're done. I obviously don't mean anything more to you than just a piece of ass on the side," Benita said curtly as she shot Stacey a hurt expression. 

"That's not fair!" Stacey shot back in a hurtful cry, still sobbing.

"No, it's not," Benita said still snatching up the clothes she brought. 

"Please don't leave me, I need you!" Stacey cried pitifully as Benita grasped the last item of clothing and stood up straight. 

"You don't need me, you need HIM," Benita said with a sneer as she zipped her bag closed and turned to leave.

"You can't leave me like this! I have to take care of Dean! Untie me!" Stacey called after Benita in an urging panic. "Please," she added submissively. 

Benita was tempted to leave Stacey tied up, but knew she couldn't do that. There was baby Dean who needed his mother to take care of him. While Benita was hurt and angry, she was not heartless. Maddeningly, the submissive tone Stacey used still sent a shudder down her spine and excited Benita. Without saying a word, Benita swiftly strode back to Stacey and untied her left hand. Before Stacey could untie her right hand Benita had left the apartment, closing the door harshly behind her. 

Baby Dean woke up with a start and cried out for his mother to comfort him. His mother slumped over and cried for Benita to comfort her. Stacey curled up in a ball, clutched her slave collar tight and wept openly, not moving or even registering that her child needed her.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 07



Chapter 7

"Alone Again"

Benita sat at the table in the coffee shop occasionally sipping her coffee, but otherwise staring into nothingness. She felt numb and barely felt anything, either physically or emotionally. The crashing letdown after the emotional high Benita had been on this past week with Stacey left her reeling and not knowing which way was up. For a week, one glorious week, Benita had found the love and acceptance she was looking for, only to find out it wasn't real. 

Carmen entered the coffee shop and immediately saw Benita sitting at a table looking like an emotional mess. While keeping an eye on Benita who, as yet, had not noticed her, Carmen ordered her usual coffee. With hot drink and tasty snack in hand, Carmen walked over to Benita's table and only then noticed something odd. A sports bag was tucked under the table by Benita's feet, out of sight.

"Hi, Ben. Going somewhere?" Carmen asked as she sat down at Benita's table.

"No," Benita said in a glum manner before glancing up at Carmen. "Hi, Carmen," Benita added with a forced and weak smile. 

"What's going on? Are you still upset about . . ." Carmen asked and lowered her voice before she added, "last Saturday?"

"No," Benita chuckled weakly; the incident with Carmen seemed so long ago.

"Then what is it?" Carmen asked; her voice full of concern as she leaned in, picked up Benita's hand and squeezed it.

"You're a good friend, Carmen," Benita said as she lifted her eyes and smiled warmly into Carmen's eyes. "I'm sorry that I . . . well . . . about last Saturday," Benita added and looked down, ashamed. 

"Look, it's in the past, and as long as you remember that I'm your friend and only your friend, it will remain in the past," Carmen said in a comforting manner.

"So, you're not even tempted?" Benita asked with a raised eyebrow, her wounded pride looking for some sort of reassurance of her desirability.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted, but I am not going to have sex with you again, and that's final," Carmen said and withdrew her hand, shifting back in her seat. "If that's what this is about you can just forget about it," she added and started to get up from the table. 

"Don't go," Benita said after grasping Carmen's arm. "Please," she added after slowly looking up at Carmen. "I've accepted that . . . I'm not looking for 'that' from you, I promise," Benita finally said, and at that, Carmen nodded and sat back down.

"Ben, what the hell is going on?" Carmen in a concerned, yet slightly agitated tone as she settled herself in the seat. 

"After . . . you, 'left' last Saturday, I was so . . . 'excited' that I sought out someone who might help 'alleviate' my condition." Benita started out carefully.

"What? Talk plainly, Ben," Carmen replied, slightly flustered.

"I was horny so I found someone to fuck," Benita curtly replied in a lowered tone of voice. 

"What? Who?" Carmen asked curiously, now leaning in.

"Someone had mentioned that they were interested in me and gave me an open invitation for sex anytime I wanted, so I took her up on it," Benita replied, again not wanting to divulge too much information. 

"Who? Do I know her?" Carmen asked. Fear flashed in Benita's eyes and Carmen then knew instantly who Benita was referring to. "STACEY?" Carmen asked in a shocked manner. 

"YES!" Benita hissed and glared at Carmen and both women leaned in to talk privately. 

"It was supposed to be just a one-time thing but we ended up spending the week together," Benita said with pain lingering in her eyes and in her voice.

"Is that why you've been so busy this week? I thought you were avoiding me," Carmen said in a knowing manner as she nodded her head.

"NO! Look I won't go into details but it was wonderful, ALL of it. I thought what we had was something real and lasting but . . . it wasn't," Benita said as she hung her head and sobbed once, fighting hard not to cry in public.

"I take it she didn't mind about your . . . you know," Carmen asked in a delicate manner, glancing around the coffee shop.

"MIND? She LOVED it! Why WOULDN'T she?" Benita replied indignantly, finishing with a snort.

"No reason, just curious," Carmen replied in a surrendering and defensive manner, putting her hands up to indicate she wanted peace. 

"Apparently I was just 'a little something on the side'," Benita said glumly and looked off in another direction to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Ouch," Carmen said sympathetically.

There was a pause in the conversation as both women sat and sipped their coffee in silence. Carmen wanted to say something to comfort Benita and ease her friend's pain, but knew no words which would do just that. 

"Well, there's only one thing I know that can cure all your ills," Carmen said finally, in a chipper tone.

"Pussy?" Benita replied with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"I thought we agreed you'd stop that!" Carmen said in amidst a mild giggling fit. "I was talking about shopping!" she added, trying to sound serious and ever so slightly indignant. 

"Still rather have pussy, but shopping will do," Benita said with a larger smirk and a chuckle of her own. 

"You're hopeless!" Carmen added with her best attempt at a stern look amidst her dying giggle-fit.

"What? I was getting it hot-n-heavy for the past week, I was getting used to it," Benita said in a cocky tone of voice with just a hint of defensiveness as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Look, I don't want to know the details; now do you want to go shopping or not?" Carmen replied in an uncomfortable manner with a furrowed brow.

"Sorry," Benita apologized. "Shopping sounds good, right about now," Benita added with a warm smile. 

"Good, now you can drop your bag at my place," Carmen said as she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, picking up her nearly empty cup of coffee. 

"Thanks, I don't want to lug this thing around every shop on Whyte Ave," Benita replied with a chuckle as she stood up and followed Carmen out the door. 

Carmen and Benita strolled down the street some time later, after checking out a few stores. After a particularly attractive brunette walked by in tight jeans, Benita turned her head to check out the woman's rear end. The sight which Benita beheld was certainly not a disappointment. In short, the woman looked as desirable walking away, as she did walking towards. Her jeans seemed to be painted on and one wondered how she could move so gracefully in such tight clothing, yet somehow she managed it.

"Damn, now that's an ass!" Benita said under her breath as she openly stared at the brunette's swaying rear end. Carmen rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I don't get it, what gives? A few weeks ago you were all freaked out for finding even one woman attractive and now here you are openly ogling every woman we meet!" Carmen said before giving Benita a smack in the arm. 

"What? I like women!" Benita said as she turned around and continued walking and talking with Carmen. "I didn't ask for this to happen to me but it did. I can't change who I am. I guess I've just come to accept it," Benita said in a defensive manner as her eyes darted to check out a cute Chinese teen crossing the street.

"So you've come to accept that you've got a cock and want to fuck women with it?" Carmen asked in a droll, yet lowered, tone of voice as she looked at Benita incredulously. 

"It's one of the things that Stacey helped me with. I don't see anything wrong with my body or my desires. I'm sorry if you do, but this is just who I am. You're going to have to accept it," Benita said in a confident manner as she stole a glance down Carmen's top.

"Don't put words in my mouth, I never said there was anything wrong with you . . . odd maybe, but not wrong," Carmen said with a bit of a chuckle. 

Carmen's chuckling stopped suddenly when Benita stopped, grasped Carmen's arm and forced her to stand and face her. Benita glared Carmen in the eye defiantly. 

"Look, I'm proud of who and what I am. I am proud of my cock, anybody would be proud to have a cock like mine! I don't judge or make snide little comments about your body, do I? So don't insult or put down mine!" Benita said in a defiant, yet hurt, tone of voice before she let go of Carmen and continued walking, swiftly.

Carmen pursued Benita and then caught up with her. This time it was Carmen who stopped the pair from walking and made Benita face her.

"Look, you may be all fine and dandy with everything that's been going on with you, but I'm still adjusting to it, okay? For the record I don't think there's anything 'wrong' with you, but you're right, I shouldn't make comments about 'it.' I didn't mean to be insulting, but I do wish you weren't so defensive about it all!" Carmen said with a firm yet soothing tone of voice. 

"Well, as long as that's settled, what do you say that we get back to shopping?" Benita said with a confident nod and smile on her face. 

"Good," Carmen said as the pair resumed walking down the sidewalk. "As long as we're on the subject of who and what we are, let me just remind you that I am a straight woman and proud of it," Carmen said with a smirk, glancing sideways at Benita. 

"So you say, but we both know you want me," Benita said in a confident and knowing manner without even looking at Carmen. 

Before Carmen could reply, Benita turned and walked into a nearby store. Carmen sputtered in reply and scowled before following Benita into that store. Carmen never did mention anything, as it was not a conversation that she wanted to start with Benita. Sex was still a divisive issue between them, at least as far as Carmen was concerned. All Carmen wanted to mend their strained friendship not break it. As long as Carmen remained firm on her platonic stance, she believed that, in time, they would go back to just being friends. 

The rest of the shopping experience went without incident and for the most part both Benita and Carmen had a good time. Other than Benita eyeing up all the attractive women, Carmen and Benita were acting like they had in times gone by. By the end of the day Carmen had gotten used to Benita's roving eye. Once, Carmen even pointed out a large-breasted Arabian woman who Carmen had noticed but Benita had not. Once the shopping day was over the pair found themselves standing outside Carmen's building.

"Why don't you come in and watch a movie?" Carmen asked with a friendly smile on her face as she motioned to the door of the apartment building. 

"I don't think so," Benita said dismissively. "I think I'm gonna go home," she added after a brief pause.

"C'mon, It's been a fun day, and I just don't think you should be alone tonight," Carmen replied with a light and fun tone of voice. "I can trust you to behave yourself, can't I?" Carmen added with a laugh. 

"It's not that . . . thanks for the offer, but I really think I just need some time to myself tonight," Benita said in a sincere tone, yet sad look in her eye.

"Well, I'm here for you if you need me," Carmen said as she reached out and hugged Benita. "As a friend," she added in an obvious manner, after which both women chuckled.

"I know," Benita said squeezed Carmen tighter before breaking the embrace and walking away. 

Carmen watched Benita walk away for a moment before turning and entering her apartment building. Benita on the other hand continued walking until she spied a nearby quiet pub and walked inside. 

Benita did want to be alone with her thoughts and decide what to do from here. It had been such a chance meeting with Stacey and it worked out so beautifully. Benita wondered if it could happen again? What would Benita do if the next woman freaked out when she found out about her cock? Could she take that kind of rejection? Benita sipped her beer, lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't until well into her third beer that Benita's private world was smashed. In her tipsy state Benita didn't react right away when a sports bag was dropped down beside her barstool. 

"Alone with your thoughts, eh?" Carmen said in a slightly condescending tone as she sat down on the barstool next to Benita.

"Are you following me, home now?" Benita said with a slight slur as she glanced over at Carmen before taking a long swig of beer. 

"No, I found your bag in my room and came down to the bus-stop but you weren't there. I figured you had already caught the bus, but on the way back to my place I saw you in the window," Carmen said just as the bartender approached.

"What'll you have?" The silver-haired bartender asked in a gravelly voice.

"Coke," Carmen replied and turned her attention back to Benita.

Benita raised her now empty bottle of beer and the bartender nodded, knowingly and left. 

"Fine. Thanks for returning my bag," Benita replied before trying to take another swig of beer out of the empty bottle. 

"I take it you're still upset about Stacey?" Carmen asked as the bartender placed the glass of coke in front of her and a bottle of beer in front of Benita.

"What was your first clue, Sherlock?" Benita said as she looked at Carmen and giggled, for no apparent reason and she leaned towards Carmen. 

As Benita had her hand on Carmen's shoulder she continued to giggle and hold onto Carmen for support. Benita dropped her head forward and laughed for a moment more, liking her own 'Sherlock' joke. Once Benita's giggling died down, there was a momentary pause as Benita took a long and obvious look down Carmen's top. 

"You have nice tits, you should show them off more," Benita plainly said while openly examining Carmen's breasts with a keen eye for detail. 

Calmly and deliberately Benita reached up and unbuttoned one more button on Carmen's blouse. With a light tug on the outside swells of Carmen's breasts, Benita made Carmen's blouse open up considerably more. Benita smiled, nodded to herself and openly admired Carmen's considerable cleavage, nicely framed by her large, round breasts restrained by blouse. Before Carmen could recover from the shock of being ever so slightly undressed in public, something happened. A man in his late twenties walked by, looked at Carmen's cleavage, then up to her face and smiled. 

"See, nice tits," Benita said knowingly after the man had passed out of earshot. "Nice 'Manbait' you've got there. You want to catch a man, you listen to me. Cleavage is your new best friend, you're not leaving the house without it," Benita said in something akin to a commanding tone.

"Thanks, Ben," Carmen said in an uncomfortable manner as she began to reach up in order to button her top back up.

"Listen Woman, you're not allowed to have any less than the top four buttons undone on any top you wear. If I catch you with less, I'll make you unbutton an extra one! If you wear a T-shirt it better be a tight one or I'll cut it off of you," Benita said in a commanding tone of voice as she glared right into Carmen's eyes. 

Once Benita started to talk, Carmen's hands froze, unable to move up or down. An unknown shudder ran down Carmen's spine when Benita clearly gave her an order. Carmen's brow furrowed as she silently lowered her hands, denying that her pussy had started to weep, yet her panties started to get wet. An uncomfortable silence followed as Carmen turned towards the bar and sipped her coke, showing more cleavage than she had ever done in public. 

"Look, let's get back to why you're here, I know you're upset about Stacey and are hurting right now, but this will pass," Carmen said in a sincere tone of voice as she sipped on her coke, looking at Benita with concern in her voice and confusion on her face.

"You don't understand," Benita said in a hurt tone of voice as she slacked her shoulders and fought back crying as a few tears came forth. 

"Oh but I do understand. I may not have dated a woman but I have fallen in love. It was wonderful. It was great. It was perfect. She accepted you for who and what you are so you felt loved and complete because of it . . . but it didn't work out, did it?" Carmen said in a calm and deliberate manner as she eyed up Benita, out of the corner of her eye.

"No, it didn't," Benita said with a slur and waver in her voice before taking another exaggerated swig of beer. 

"I understand that you need some time to heal right now, but sooner or later you will have to get back out there and meet new people," Carmen said in a confident and knowledgeable tone. 

"I don't want to meet new people, I want Stacey," Benita said with a pout.

"Stacey is not the only woman out there, you will find someone new. You just need to give it time," Carmen said as she rubbed Benita's back in a soothing manner. 

"Oh, that's the answer, isn't it? Every woman will just naturally accept my cock, won't she?" Benita said in a challenging and condescending manner as she turned to face Carmen. 

The bartender was not that far away and glanced at Benita with a raised eyebrow before returning to cleaning the glass he was holding.

"The right woman won't care about any of that, she will accept you for you," Carmen said in a sincere and genuine tone with a friendly smile on her face.

"Thanks, Carmen, you're a good friend," Benita said with a warm smile which Carmen returned. Before Carmen could thank Benita for the compliment, Benita spoke again. "You're a good woman with a great set of tits. Wanna go back to your place and fuck?" Benita added with a sincere tone before she openly looked down Carmen's top and licked her lips. 

"And that's my cue to pour you into a cab," Carmen said with a shocked and very uneasy manner as she stood up. 

"Oh, you wanna go to my place instead?" Benita asked as she let Carmen stand her up.

"You're going to your place, and if I'm not there right away, start without me," Carmen said as she put her arm around Benita's waist. 

"Oh gooddie, we're gonna do it!" Benita giggled in a drunken slur as Carmen picked up the sports bag and walked Benita towards the door. 

Carmen managed to get Benita out of the bar and flag down a cab before things got interesting. As the cab pulled over not far from where Benita and Carmen were, a Japanese girl exited a nearby nightclub. From the way she was stumbling around, it was clear that she was very drunk yet appeared to be too young to have been in anyplace serving alcohol. 

With Suki's Asian heritage it was hard to accurately guess her age but while she looked to be not a day over fourteen, she was in fact twenty years old. Even though she had a traditional Japanese name, she had been born and raised in Alberta. Suki was as Canadian as the next gal and being raised in small-town Alberta made her a borderline redneck. English was her first language, and she only spoke a few phrases of Japanese, so Suki spoke English without a hint of a Japanese accent. 

Suki was a cheap drunk, as going out to the bar was not something she did on a regular basis. She was letting off some steam, after a particularly hard time of cramming and studying. Suki was attending the University of Alberta and lived not far from campus and not far from Whyte Avenue.

Suki was the picture of petite, yet perfect, proportions; she stood only five feet tall and not an inch taller. Suki's whole body was petite and small, yet she was proportioned perfectly to that height, right down to her pert B cup breasts. She was quite slender and shapely, having a mature and fully formed body but looking quite young despite it. All in all Suki looked like a hot young teen, the kind that attracts the attention of an adult, only to make them feel guilty for looking at someone so young. In Suki's case was okay, since she was indeed twenty years old, she only looked fourteen.

"Oh great; my cab!" Suki said to nobody in particular and began to stumble towards it. 

Carmen managed to get Benita over to the cab while repeatedly moving Benita's hand up from Carmen's ass to her waist. This slowed down the pair and so Suki arrived at the cab before Carmen and Benita did. When Carmen got Benita near to the cab she had given up on moving Benita's hand from her ass. As a result, not only did Benita have a handful of Carmen's ass she was mauling and manhandling it, like she owned it. The wetness in her panties grew considerably during this period yet still Carmen denied that her panties were the least bit damp. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 07



"Oh damn, well, we'll get another one," Carmen said before she started to flag down another cab. 

"No, that's my cab! That bitch stole my cab!" Benita said angrily and indignantly as she glared at Suki entering the cab in question. 

Not to let this perceived insult and slight go unchallenged, Benita broke free of Carmen's embrace. Benita ran towards the cab with surprising speed and agility for a drunken woman. Just as the cab started to drive, Benita opened the back door and fell in, somehow closing the door behind her. 

Carmen sighed, rolled her eyes, and started to walk back to her place with Benita's sports bag slung over her shoulder. 

Inside the cab however the mood was tense as Suki blinked in confusion looking at Benita whose head just appeared on her lap. 

"What are you doing in my cab, bitch?" Suki challenged, as she straightened Benita up with a hard shove. 

"I'm claiming what's rightfully mine," Benita said with a firm tone in a cool, confident manner, while looking at Suki expectantly as she straightened up her own clothes. 

"Me or the cab?" Suki said with a raised eyebrow, clearly questioning Benita's sanity, before rolling her eyes. 

There was no way for Suki to know that in Benita's current tipsy state, it was the worst possible retort Suki could give. Benita had entered the cab with the intention of only claiming the cab, kicking Suki to the curb, literally. Suki's retort forced Benita to ponder yet another possibility. Benita was tipsy, but not drunk, meaning she was just drunk enough that her inhabitations were gone, yet still sober enough to act on her impulses.

"Both," Benita replied in commanding tone of voice as she sat up straighter and glared at Suki. 

"Whatever," Suki said with a roll of her eyes before she leaned forward to speak to the cab driver. 

Suki had opened her mouth to speak and had fully turned towards the front of the cab before Benita moved. In a flash Benita had Suki by the scalp and pulled on Suki's natural black leash. Suki squealed in pain as she was pulled unexpectedly back by her hair. 

"Listen, Woman, as of right now you're mine for the night!" Benita snarled with fire in her eyes as she held the terrified Suki's face next to her own so she could speak softly. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go of me, you crazy bitch!" Suki replied angrily as she tried to extricate her hair from Benita's clutches. 

"Don't you get it, Woman? I CLAIM you, do you hear me, as of right now you are my SLAVE for the night!" Benita snarled as she shook Suki's hair once. 

"Fuck off!" Suki spat back. 

In one swift motion Benita moved to the centre of the cab and pulled Suki across her lap. Before Suki knew what was happening, Benita started to spank Suki hard and fast, not letting her prey react at all. Suki squealed at first and then cried as her jeans-covered ass was spanked for the first time since she was ten.

"Do you understand yet, Woman? I'm in charge and you're my slave, RIGHT?" Benita asked as she still held Suki by the hair, across her lap. 

At that moment, Suki cursed her father. While she loved him, he had always been a demanding and domineering figure in her life. Her upbringing had been a mix of traditional Japanese ways and values with a typical small-town prairie experience. It was a smashing and blending together of two worlds but as a result, Suki always deferred to authority. Even though Suki knew better and had a right to and should resist, she couldn't help herself. When push came to shove she always gave in and submitted to those who asserted their authority in strong ways, such as her father and now Benita. 

"RIGHT?" Benita asked again with a tug of Suki's straight, black hair. 

"Yes," Suki replied meekly, not sure why she was giving in yet unable to do anything but, submit.

"Who is in charge?" Benita asked as she lightened up her grip on Suki's hair, just a bit.

"You are," Suki replied, still staring at the door handle of the cab.

"And who is going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell her to do?" Benita asked in a leading and expectant tone of voice. 

"I am," Suki said in a defeated tone of voice and sighed her final submission.

"Good girl," Benita said as she let go of Suki's hair and stroked it gently, in a soft and almost loving manner. "Now, you know how to suck cock, don't you?" Benita asked confidently. 

Suki turned and looked at Benita with a perplexed expression but a low growl and raised eyebrow from Benita put Suki in her place. 

"Yes," Suki replied trying to hide her confusion. 

"Good, then you'll know what to do with this," Benita said as she shoved Suki off of her lap and into a kneeling position on the floor of the cab. 

Benita then pulled her panties down and off before opening her legs wide and holding up her skirt. There, revealed before Suki was Benita's cock, fully engorged in a throbbing erection. Suki's eyes grew wide as saucers and her mouth dropped as stunned confusion came over for seeing something she knew wasn't possible.

"Oh my god, you've got a . . . " was all Suki got out before Benita slapped Suki to shut her up. 

"I didn't say you could talk! Now shut the fuck up and suck it!" Benita commanded as she glared expectantly at Suki. 

Suki blinked twice before she leaned forward and began to suck Benita's cock in her tried and true standard pattern. Suki, like Carmen, had kept her virginity by sucking off all manner of guys trying to get into her pants. Suki, however, was not still a virgin before she met Benita; her last boyfriend had deflowered her a few years back. They had done it regularly, until they broke up, when he moved to college on the other side of the country. While her father still believed Suki was a virgin simply because he had ordered her to remain so, Suki's mother was more practical. Suki had been on the birth control pill since she had been sixteen years old. 

Suki pushed the strangeness of the fact that she was sucking a woman's cock out of her mind and instead focussed on the act of sucking cock. Suki already knew that she was far too gone to turn back now. Like it or not, her ass belonged to this strange woman she didn't even know the name of.

Ahmed, the cab driver, never wanted any trouble so he stuck to his job, which was driving the cab. He knew better than to get involved in the squabbles and arguments that had taken place in the backseat of his cab. The few times he had intervened with the best of intentions had always ended up with him getting in trouble. The worst was when he stopped a man from raping a woman in the back seat, only to be charged with assault and almost deported as a result. It ended up being that the man and woman had a stormy relationship and to put it simply, she liked it rough. Unless someone's life was clearly being threatened or someone was being robbed, Ahmed never ever got involved. Since Suki had paid and tipped him with cash in advance for the cab-ride, he saw no reason to get involved in the goings on in the back seat. Besides, only a few more blocks to go and then these two would not be his problem anymore.

Benita sat back and stretched out, placing her hands on the top of the backseat of the cab. She smiled to herself her good fortune and revelled in deliciousness of the situation. Benita saw a nice piece of ass and claimed it by sheer force of will. If all, or even most, women were this easy, Benita's life was going to be very interesting from now on. 

Benita looked down at the steady bouncing rhythm that Suki had set out and the hollowed out cheeks of the young Japanese woman. Benita smiled as she knew that Suki was putting in a good effort and doing an admirable job in sucking her cock. For that fact alone, Benita was tempted to keep Suki as a slave, but knew that would simply ask for trouble. Benita then realized that, as far as she could see, Stacey was right, fuck them then leave them. Life was less complicated that way.

The cab pulled over in front of a tall apartment building and Ahmed didn't even turn around. Benita pushed Suki's head back and off of her cock so suddenly that a popping sound was heard once mouth broke seal with cockhead. Suki looked up at Benita confused. Suki had truly lost herself in the act of sucking cock that she didn't notice anything but cock.

"We're here . . . apparently," Benita said as she looked at the neighbourhood.

"My place?" Suki asked in confusion as she also surveyed the neighbourhood.

"Is that where you were going in my cab, Woman?" Benita asked in a condescending manner. 

"Yes," Suki replied.

"Then that's where we are. For future reference you will properly address me as 'Mistress.' Do you understand?" Benita looked down at Suki who nodded, not wanting to speak. Benita looked at Suki, closed her eyes to slits, Suki's eyes then widened. 

"Yes, Mistress, I understand," Suki replied, in response to which, Benita smiled and nodded in approval. 

Suki's tension then fell and she watched Benita put her panties back on, pull her skirt back down and then get out of the cab. Suki didn't need to be told to get out of the cab, she simply followed Benita. Benita had not realized that in her angry departure from Stacey's that morning, she never placed her socks in her panties to disguise her cock. She had been walking all around Whyte Avenue all day with simply a pair of panties under her skirt. 

Benita stood there and watched as the cab left, before turning her attention to Suki, who stood patiently beside Benita. Suki knew instinctually not to speak or act until spoken or directed to. Her father had inadvertently trained her to be a good submissive . . . if he could see her now, he would be horrified.

"Do you live alone, Woman?" Benita asked Suki in a firm tone.

"No, Mistress, but my roommate is visiting her parents this weekend," Suki replied in a submissive tone, keeping her eyes down. 

"Are you going to lead me to your place or are you going to make me guess where you live, Woman," Benita retorted in a firm and condescending manner.

"This way, Mistress," Suki said with a bow and started to walk towards the tall apartment building. 

Suki walked straighter and with greater dexterity than she had done walking towards the cab. It seemed her forced submission to Benita had sobered her up a bit, yet still she was helplessly under Benita's sway. As Suki opened the door, holding it open for Benita to walk through she wondered why she was doing any of this. Even now she was eagerly seeking Benita's approval, wanting to please her new Mistress, yet not understanding why. 

Up on the tenth floor Suki opened the door to her apartment and let Benita walk through first, waiting until Benita was fully inside before daring to enter. As soon as the door was closed and before Suki had moved from the plain straw welcome mat Benita spoke up. 

"Strip, Woman," Benita commanded as she turned on the spot to see Suki slightly trembling, holding her keys.

"Mistress?" Suki asked in a submissive, yet fearful tone.

"You will not step off of that mat until you have removed all of your clothes, Woman," Benita commanded in a regal manner as she stood up straight.

Suki sighed; she already knew what was going to happen and where this night would lead, yet was powerless to alter the course of events it seemed. This was not how she had envisioned celebrating her successfully studying for and taking her midterms. Suki had told her friends that she was going outside to get some air, with no intentions of going home. When she saw the cab, however, Suki, in her drunken state, assumed it was time to go home. Suki had forgotten her cell phone and purse on the table back at the bar. Her keys and cash were the only thing she kept in her pants and so were the only things she had with her. 

Suki placed her keys and remaining cash she had on her on the small bookcase near the door. Then Suki began removing clothes, one by one starting with her shirt. Benita smiled a Cheshire-cat grin as Suki's nubile form came into view. Suki looked every bit as exquisite nude as her clothes hinted she would. Benita smiled and nodded to herself as she noted that Suki was one very beautiful woman with a tight, hot body.

"Now that you look respectable in your Mistress's presence, Woman, you can continue worshiping me," Benita said as she walked over to the couch. 

The small living room was decorated exclusively with 'IKEA' furniture and screamed "College Student." Somehow along the way to the couch Benita removed her clothes. By the time she sat down in the middle of the plush, white couch with her ass on the edge and her legs spread wide she was buck-naked. 

Benita didn't bother to move the coffee table even though her toes almost touched it on either corner. It was clear that it would have to be moved in order for Suki to take her place at Benita's feet. Benita wanted Suki to work a bit before having the privilege of sucking her cock again.

"Mistress?" Suki asked, still confused and still standing nude on the welcome mat. 

"Get over here and suck my cock! What are you, stupid or something?" Benita said with a condescending snort as she glared at Suki in a manner which questioned her sanity.

"Yes, Mistress," Suki replied and immediately walked over to Benita as quickly as she could. 

It took only a hard, hasty and careless shove of the coffee table before Suki was once again between Benita's thighs. Once Suki wrapped her lips around the head of Benita's cock, she oddly enough felt like she was home. As her lips descended on the fat monster, she maddeningly felt safe and secure, in her place as the possession of another. Suki wanted to know why it was that simply knowing that someone was looking out for her, making decisions for her, was a great comfort to her. 

"Don't forget my pussy either, Woman," Benita said as she looked down at Suki who was struggling to swallow more than half of her cock.

"I won't, Mistress," Suki said in a happy and chipper tone of voice after taking her lips off of Benita's cock just long enough to speak.

With two fingers, Suki found Benita's pussy and began pleasing it at the same time she pleased Benita's cock. Suki had seemingly skipped over the shock of Benita having a cock and moved right to acceptance due to the fact of being forcibly claimed. In her rush to please and gain the approval of the woman who had been her Mistress for less than twenty minutes, Suki forgot she was supposed to question this fact. 

Even though Suki had never looked at another woman twice she now licked her way down Benita's fat cock on her way to Benita's pussy. Suki wanted to please Benita in all ways and this meant licking her slit too. Suki came face to face with the first pussy in her life and a soon as she could she probed and licked everywhere she could with her tongue. When Suki's tongue brought back the first morsels of Benita's pussy-juice back into her mouth, Suki was hooked. Yet another maddening turn to this bizarre evening was to find out that she liked pussy. 

Benita had to grip the back of the couch tight and a deep, guttural, long moan escaped her lips as Suki started her slit-licking work. At that moment, while she would never admit it to another person, Benita was in love with Suki's tongue. It boggled the mind, how the inexperienced Suki could be a better pussy-eater than the well-experienced Stacey. The proof was in the pudding however, when Benita threw her head back as far as the plush cushions of the couch would allow. 

"Cumming!" Benita screamed as she thrust her hips up in the air as every muscle in her body tensed up. 

Suki was quick and agile; she only missed the first blast of Benita's cum, which landed on Suki's cheek. Suki managed to wrap her lips around Benita's cock by the time the second blast of Benita's cum shot out of her cock. Suki was not satisfied with having just the cockhead inside her mouth, she wanted it all. Suki shoved as much as she could manage of Benita's big, fat cock in her mouth and swallowed repeatedly. Benita was in seventh heaven and was lost in a world of bliss as Suki swallowed every last morsel of Benita's essence that was blown out the end of her cock. When the cuming was done, Benita slumped down, spent; her breathing heavy and quick. 

Suki did not need to be told to clean up Benita's wet and messy thighs and pussy, she wanted to. By the time Benita regained her senses, Suki had already licked Benita's pussy and groin area clean. 

"Did I do well, Mistress?" Suki asked in a manner which conveyed her genuine desire to serve and please Benita. 

The question in itself was enough to excite Benita and force blood to flow back into her large cock, but Suki genuine and inquisitive look accelerated that.

"Yes, you have done well, Woman," Benita said in a warm and affectionate manner as she stroked Suki's hair. 

"Thank you, Mistress, I am happy to please you," Suki replied beaming her pure joy at the knowledge that she had done a good job at pleasing her Mistress.

"Lead me to your bed, Woman," Benita said in a determined expression with a throbbing erection twitching in Suki's face. 

"This way, Mistress," Suki said submissively, with a bow before getting up and walking in a swift and determined manner towards one of the two bedrooms. 

Once in the room, Suki only just entered the room, stood to the side, with her ass and shoulder-blades touching the wall as she motioned to the single bed in the far corner. 

"Get on it, lie on your back, in the middle of it," Benita said in a husky tone of voice as soon as she entered the room, swiftly passing Suki. 

"Yes Mistress," Suki said with a hint of fear and excitement in her voice as she swiftly moved to comply. 

As Suki lay back on her bed and spread her legs wide in anticipation of the obvious fuck that was to come, she was conflicted. Suki was excited, eager and fearful of the same event. Suki knew that any moment now she would have the big fat cock she had just sucked imbedded in her pussy. 

Part of Suki, the submissive part, would eagerly do anything to please her Mistress. Yet another part of Suki was confused, scared and mortified that such a thing would be taking place. She was about to admit the cock of someone she didn't even know the name of and would probably never see again. Suki was not a slut and had never ever considered herself as such yet here she was acting like a slut. 

Benita never took her eyes off of looking deep into Suki's dark-brown eyes as she moved towards and crawled onto the bed. Benita smiled a cocky grin as she entered the bed and positioned herself above Suki. Without being told, Suki had positioned herself spread eagle on the bed, in the most submissive manner she could think of. Benita shifted her cock and cockhead nudged pussy for the first time and Suki drew a deep, sharp breath at the intimate contact. 

"Up until now, you've been a good and eager slave. By now you must realize that I want to fuck you," Benita said as she ran her cockhead up and down Suki's slit. In response Suki just writhed in pure bliss. "I will never rape you or anyone else; you have a choice. Here and now tell me what you want, if you want me to leave, I will leave, no questions asked, but if you want me to fuck you, as I want to fuck you, then tell me so, now," Benita said as in a soothing manner while stroking Suki's hair lovingly.

Suki's mind froze as the sane and "normal" part of her mind knew what to say . . . "get out you crazy bitch!" Yet it was the other side, her submissive side who felt she had earned this fuck and therefore needed to feel that big, fat cock wedged inside her small pussy. It took but a moment for Suki to answer.

"Fuck me, Mistress. I am yours for the taking," Suki said with a loving smile while looking deep into Benita's eyes. 

"As you wish," Benita said with a cocky chuckle. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 07



With a shift of the hips Benita shoved her cock past the entrance of Suki's pussy. With steady pressure Benita was able to shove her cock half-way into the pussy of the third woman she had ever fucked: Suki. Simply put, since Suki's body was so small and her pussy was so proportionally small, she couldn't take anymore. Suki's ex-boyfriend and the only man she had ever fucked had been a thinner cock and measured just over five inches long. 

Suki was out of her mind in pleasure from the moment Benita's cock spit her nether-lips. Every last sensation that her pussy experienced during the initial entry was amplified and played out in slow motion. Suki's mind and sanity started to crack as Benita's cock was wedged as far as Suki's body would allow. Suki whimpered as Benita withdrew her cock, fearful that her Mistress would pull her cock out, deeming Suki's pussy unworthy. Bliss filled Suki when Benita began her second stroke, shoving her big, fat cock back inside Suki's small pussy. 

Benita was fast becoming addicted to Suki's pussy as well as her talented tongue. Benita had to remind herself that Suki was just a one-night-stand, a random piece of ass that she claimed and fucked, simply because she could. Benita probably should have taken it slow and easy; gently stroking Suki's pussy with her larger-than-average cock. Benita was lost in the exquisite pleasure that the ultra-tight pussy was giving her cock and had to fuck Suki hard and fast. 

While Suki felt like she was being split in two with the large, fat cock, she was lost in la-la-land of bliss that the gigantic member brought her. As expected, the fuck didn't pass the five minute mark before someone came, which triggered the other's orgasm. 

It was Suki who came with a force and intensity that she had never known to be possible. It was at that moment, as her whole body shook and convulsed with the power of the intense orgasm that her mind and sanity finally snapped. Suki came with such intensity that her pussy convulsed and clamped down so hard that Benita was held in place in mid-stroke. As Suki's pussy vibrated around her cock, Benita threw her head back, moaned and came like a fire-hose inside Suki's pussy. At that moment, as Suki and Benita experienced ultimate bliss at the same time, Suki realized her life's mission: serving Mistress. 

"I am yours, Mistress, for now and all time," Suki said with an exhausted smile, with a look of pure love as she looked into her Mistress's face, once again seeking approval.

Benita looked back at Suki with a confused expression as her mind tried to grasp what had just happened and the magnitude of Suki's pledge. For a brief second, Benita, in her heart, had accepted and revelled in Suki's eternal servitude. The cynical Benita, the one who was still stinging from Stacey's rejection quickly took control. 

"Don't get stupid on me! I told you, that you were mine only for the night!" Benita said before slapping Suki before pulling out of her and getting up. 

"But Mistress, I need you! I want to serve you!" Suki said with confusion as she sat up on the bed, as Benita quickly exited the bedroom, wiping tears from her eyes, when Suki wasn't looking.

"I claimed you, I fucked you and now I'm leaving you!" Benita said harshly as she threw on her shirt, panties and skirt. 

Suki dropped to her knees and into a pleading position as tears streamed forth from her eyes. 

"Please, Mistress! I swear I will serve you well and faithfully from now till the day I die!" Suki said in amongst the tears and sobs, as Benita finished dressing.

"You're not my problem anymore," Benita said before she swiftly exited the apartment, closing the door harshly behind her. 

"MISTRESS, DON'T LEAVE ME!" Suki cried out in a pitiful sound while reaching out towards the door. 

Suki slumped down onto the floor and cried the pain of her rejection. She cried hard and long until she finally cried herself to sleep.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 08



Chapter 8

"The Hunt Begins"

Sometime in the middle of the night Suki, somehow made it back to her bed. So, the next morning when Suki woke up in her own bed with a killer headache, the images from the previous night seemed like a bizarre dream. Snippets of her submission to, and subsequent sex with Benita flashing across Suki's mind and consciousness. 

Suki got up and clumsily walked into the living room, on her way to the kitchen, in search of the life-giving fluid known as coffee. Out of the corner of her eye something odd and out of place in the living room caught her attention so she stopped and looked. 

Suki's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open when she saw the coffee table was askew. It wasn't simply askew but in exactly the same position as she had pushed it in her dream. The dream where she had submitted to a woman that she had brought home and been fucked by, since the dream woman had a cock. 

Shaking her head and writing it off as a wild imagination and a night of intense drinking, Suki went to the kitchen. After brewing and pouring herself a cup of coffee, Suki went to the living room to watch some morning television. After plopping herself down on the couch something stuck into her ass and made her normally comfortable couch uncomfortable. Reaching under her ass Suki pulled out the offending item and held it up for examination and classification. 

Suki's mind froze when her eyes fell on the white, lacy bra, which, while being a B cup bra was too large to be hers. It was then that the shocking reality hit her, last night was no dream . . . it was real! Suki had indeed submitted herself to a strange woman who had a cock. Even as the shock of the reality of the unreal situation began to sink in, her longing and desire to serve and submit to her Mistress returned with fervour. 

* * * *

Sunday afternoon rolled around and Stacey was lying in bed like a lump. She had managed to get herself motivated enough to feed, change and tend to baby Dean before she flopped back down into her bed. Stacey held her slave collar in her hand, as she stared blankly at it, drained of all emotion. She hadn't slept a wink of sleep last night had had spent most of Saturday crying. 

Even as the door closed behind Benita the day before, Stacey regretting letting Benita get away. Stacey loved Benita in every way: what they did together, the kinkiness of their relationship, her cock and simply Benita the person. Stacey's greatest fear had been blown by and left in the dust. Stacey was not simply attached to Benita, but in love with her. 

Now, over twenty-four hours after Benita had exited Stacey's apartment and life, Stacy was still a mess. Stacey had managed get motivated enough to get out of bed long enough to tend to her baby. Dean was the only thing that could get her to do anything but cry. 

The door to the apartment opened up and without looking, Stacey knew who it was. It was the right time for Frank to return, he always returned the same time, traffic pending, every fourth Sunday. Stacey lazily reached over to her nightstand, opened the drawer and gently placed the slave collar inside. She never took her eyes off of it the whole time she put it away, even as she closed the drawer. Frank entered the bedroom just as Stacey's hand dropped away from the nightstand. 

"You, okay, babe?" Frank said with concern in his voice as he entered the bedroom to see his wife an emotional wreck. 

"I'm okay," Stacey said as she lazily turned and looked at her husband, Frank. "Just baby stuff," she said once she saw the concerned look on his face. "It's been a rough week," Stacey said, letting some of the pain she felt in her heart onto her face.

"Wanna talk about it?" Frank said as he sat down near Stacey and rubbed her side in a tender and comforting caress. 

"No, I told you it's nothing!" Stacey said in a bit of a curt manner as she involuntarily recoiled from Frank's touch. "I just need some rest, that's all. I didn't sleep well, last night," she replied in an apologetic tone. 

"Okay, you rest, I'll take care of Dean," Frank said as he leaned over and kissed Stacey who smiled as best she could at him before he left. 

Once the bedroom door closed behind him Stacey had to stifle a sob and fight the urge to cry. She was disgusted with herself for rejecting and being disinterested in her own husband. For the first time ever Stacey was not looking forward to making love to her husband but dreading it, this sickened her more than anything. Almost every other time Frank returned home, by this time she would have her legs wrapped around Frank's waist. Stacey would practically jump him at the door once they even did it in the entryway of the apartment, not able to make it to the bedroom.

Stacey did not long for Frank's touch, she did not want to feel his caress and feel his cock inside her pussy . . . she ached for Benita. Stacey knew that before the week was out she would have sex with Frank. Stacy knew that she and Benita were broken up and would more than likely never be together again. In her heart though, she still belonged for her Mistress, and wanted to remain faithful to Benita. 

* * * *

Carmen entered her bedroom after her morning shower and hummed to herself dressed in her favourite bathrobe. Walking to her closet she continued to hum as she looked over the selection of clothes hanging there. One by one she assembled an outfit until everything was laid out neatly on her bed. Then Carmen then dried, got dressed and ready for the day. 

Breakfast was the usual friendly chatter with her mother before having to leave for school. Slinging her backpack over one shoulder, Benita's sports bag over the other Carmen headed out the door. Once Carmen closed the door behind her, her hand froze as Benita's order from Saturday night came back to her with a vengeance. Carmen trembled, her brow furrowed as she looked down to her blouse to see only three buttons undone and her usual sliver of cleavage showing. 

"Screw her," Carmen scoffed dismissively. 

Carmen let go of the doorknob and walked down the apartment hallway. Before Carmen entered the stairwell to begin her decent, guilt began to build up within her. 

"Who does she think she is, telling me how to dress?" Carmen replied in a slightly whiny tone and a scoffing expression which came off less indignant than she had intended as she rounded the corner on the third floor. 

Before she rounded the corner on the second floor Carmen sighed heavily and unbuttoned one more button on her blouse. While she had four buttons undone, her blouse was still together and it looked from a distance that the fourth button was still done up. Carmen was in a state where she technically had obeyed Benita's order, yet still was dressed as conservatively as she was comfortable with.

"Damn you, Ben!" Carmen said with a huff as her foot hit the landing in the lobby of the apartment building. 

Looking around to see if anyone was looking first Carmen then reached up and tugged on the outer swells of her breasts, spreading her blouse apart. Carmen grumbled as she exited the apartment building displaying more cleavage than she had ever done in daylight. 

* * * * 

Around about the same time Benita was in her room, showered dried and naked as she busied herself getting ready for the day. Instead of a blouse and skirt combination, Benita opted for a nice, bright-coloured dress, which fell only to her knees. As she slipped on her bra, she did not go for the matching panty that went with it. 

Instead Benita put on a special pair of panties which she had worked all Sunday to design and sew. These were the prototype of her "Getting Busy" panties, as she called them. These were an otherwise plain and uninventive pair of cotton panties, large enough to restrain and give her cock the support it needed. The alteration she made was to cut them on an angle from her crotch on her left side up on an angle up to the waistband. She then had sewn the seam closed and attached a strip of Velcro down the seam. She had sewn a folded flap of material in a matching position from the centre to the other side and matched the angle of the other flap. In the end she had a padded triangle piece in the front of her panties. Its purpose was not to hide her cock but smooth out the lines of the panties and disguise the Velcro flap.

In the end her panties were complete but with a tug she was naked and her cock unrestrained yet her panties would still be around just one leg. In turn she could easily reattach the flaps to put her panties back on. In essence she never again had to take her panties off to have sex, nor would they get in the way, if she left them on. 

Benita admired herself in the mirror and was impressed with her sewing handiwork and how her panties fit. Benita picked up a pair of socks and was about to stuff them down her panties but stopped, looked at her crotch from a few angles before tossing the socks on the bed. Grasping her dress she threw it on over her head and continued to get ready for the day. 

* * * *

When Benita turned the corner and started walking down the hallway that contained her locker she smiled. In the distance, leaning up against her locker, waiting for her was Carmen. While it was nice to see her good and long-time friend what was making Benita smile was the amount of cleavage Carmen was showing. Once Benita arrived at her locker she smiled at Carmen in a knowing manner, took an obvious look down Carmen's top before she smiled warmly at Carmen. 

"Good," Benita said in a pleased manner, as she nodded her approval.

"Don't flatter yourself, I didn't do this because you told me to, I just thought you had a good idea," Carmen replied defensively and uncomfortably as she fidgeted nervously. 

Benita wasn't buying it, she could read in Carmen's eyes the truth and the smirk on her face let Carmen know it. Carmen's brow furrowed and she stifled a growl yet said nothing, for to argue the point further would play into Benita's hand.

"Here, you left so quick Saturday that you forgot this," Carmen said as she slipped the sports bag off her shoulder and offered it to Benita.

"Thanks for bringing it," Benita said with a cocky smirk before glancing once again down Carmen's top. "You do look nice today, by the way," Benita added with a flirtatious wink as she opened her locker.

"Thanks, Ben," Carmen smiled nervously, wanting to button her top back up, yet not able to. "We should get to class," Carmen said as she glanced down Benita's dress to the lump that only she could detect.

"Yeah, can't be late for English," Benita said as she closed her locker, and tucked her binder under her arm. 

Carmen was a mix of conflicting thoughts and emotions as the pair walked down the hallway together. On one side Carmen wanted to please Benita and sought her approval and delighted when she got it, as she had just now. Yet these impulses always brought with it the questioning and doubting of her own sanity as to why she was acting this way around Benita. Carmen had even stood up straight and stuck out her chest a bit as Benita had approached her just now. It was Carmen's sub-conscious hope Benita would notice and comment on her cleavage, which Benita did.

While Carmen could not admit it to herself she loved the fact that Benita still found her attractive and was still flirting with her. As yet, Carmen had not flirted back in any conscious way, yet still the hunger and desire was there, under the surface. Covering up and overriding all this was Carmen's decree and fervent desire to remain heterosexual and not get involved with another woman, especially Benita. 

Carmen already loved Benita as a good friend and as a sister, what if that loved changed, twisted and deepened into a romantic sense? Carmen knew that once she started something with someone as close to her as Benita, she would never be able to let it go. In essence, there was no such thing as a casual fling with Benita, and Carmen knew it. Carmen would be forever changed but she did not know into what, and even if she wanted to make that monumental a change. 

School was not all that eventful, and it wasn't until Benita returned home that the next interesting thing happened. She checked her add on a kinky dating site that she had signed up for Sunday night with a nude photo of herself showing just herself from the neck down. The attached add said that she was looking for one-night stands with women only. She also had said in her add that all those who responded to her add, had to detail why she "was worthy" of Benita's cock. After logging in to find out that there were no messages, Benita logged out, frustrated and agitated. 

Knowing she needed to burn off energy Benita decided to go to the apartment tower's gym. The apartment building Benita's family lived in was upper scale and so had a common room with a modest gym built in. It was not a public gym and was instead just for tenants of the tower. There was a large room full of various exercise equipment and two change rooms, each with a few toilets and a group shower each. 

Benita walked into the exercise room and plopped her bag down not far from the main door. A sharp breath from across the room caused Benita to look up. There, riding an exercise cycle was a woman Benita recognized. The red-headed, huffing woman smiled and waved at Benita as Benita walked over to and started to use a Stair-climber. 

Lisa was a modestly successful, career-minded woman with a similar attitude and outlook as Benita's parents. She was an executive constantly striving to climb the corporate ladder and wanted to exude all the ideals of the modern woman. She wanted to be successful, powerful and beautiful and she was all those things. 

Lisa was in her mid-thirties however and was still single despite having a successful career and well-proportioned body. Sure she had a few extra pounds on her but they were distributed evenly across her slightly-plump body. As a result her curves, all of her curves, were slightly exaggerated and softer, fuller and more round. This of course meant that her C cup breasts suited her and did not look out of place. 

As Benita worked out on the stair-climber she stole glances at Lisa's body and liked what she saw. Once as Benita watched Lisa stretch and strain while lifting weights on a universal gym, Benita even caught Lisa looking at Benita's ass. Benita mused if perhaps Lisa was interested in her. To test this theory Benita put an exaggerated sway in her hips as she worked out on the Stair-climber. As Benita watched via a mirror, Lisa's eyes were transfixed on Benita's ass for just under a minute. 

As Benita was lifting weights a little while later, Lisa picked up her towel and walked into the women's change room. Benita wondered what Lisa would look like nude. When Benita heard the shower spring to life, she knew this was her chance to have a look at Lisa nude and lathered up.

With a confident stride Benita entered the change room, stripped nude and stepped into the group shower. Benita walked up to a shower on an adjoining wall to Lisa and turned the shower on. Benita started to lather herself up seeming to ignore Lisa for the time being. In truth Benita was eyeing up Lisa the whole time, out of the corner of her eye. 

Lisa glanced at Benita as she entered and paid her no mind, continuing on her own showering. As Benita continued to shower, some movement caught her attention and so she looked over to see what it was. There, hanging between Benita's legs, Lisa saw Benita's soft, yet still sizable cock. The thick member slapped against one thigh and then the other as Benita continued to wash. A moment later the silence was broken as spoke, breaking the silent spell Lisa was under.

"Like what you see?" Benita said in a cocky manner as she turned to face Lisa. 

"I . . . I . . ." Lisa stammered in shock as she got a full frontal view of Benita's naked body, stiffening cock and all.

"Cause I like what I see," Benita said in an alluring manner as she openly eyed up and ogled Lisa's body. 

Lisa's eyes were transfixed as she watched Benita's cock swell up and engorge itself to its full, magnificent length. Lisa watched the hypnotic sway of the cock getting bigger as Benita walked towards Lisa. By the time Lisa realized that Benita was approaching her, it was too late. 

Benita reached up, and grasped Lisa by the head and planted a kiss on the unsuspecting woman's lips. Lisa squealed in shock as Benita forced the kiss to continue. Benita moved forward and pinned Lisa against the wall, immobilizing her prey. Lisa reached up and tried to push Benita away from her, but instead Benita grasped Lisa's wrists and pinned them against the wall above Lisa's head. 

As Benita's fat cock slid up and down Lisa's pussy-slit rubbing up against her clitoris, Lisa's mind started to blank out. Benita forcibly continued the kiss for some time yet. Benita growled her satisfaction of impending victory when Benita felt Lisa not only return the kiss but grind her pussy against Benita's cock. Yet another unsuspecting woman would soon be speared on her cock, simply because Benita willed it. This was quickly becoming a drug for Benita and she loved the hunt and claiming whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted them. 

"You want my cock?" Benita asked in a demanding tone of voice as she broke the kiss. 

"Yes," Lisa whimpered before her confused mind could stop herself from answering.

"You want me to fuck you with my cock?" Benita said with a snarl as she licked up Lisa's neck, causing Lisa to moan. 

"God yes!" Lisa moaned out in heat and confusion as she ground her pussy against the second-largest cock she had ever seen.

"Then you'll have to earn it!" Benita said with a cocky grin as she pulled back and looked at Lisa with hungry eyes. 

Lisa looked back confused before Benita reached up and took control of Lisa via a clump of red hair. With a tug, the compliant Lisa found herself on her knees on the tile floor face to face with the cock that she hungered for, a cock that shouldn't exist. Benita shook Lisa by the hair lightly only once and Lisa knew what was expected. 

Lisa licked her lips, leaned forward and wrapped those lips around Benita's cock. Lisa descended her lips on the shaft of Benita's cock and almost choked the first time, when it hit the back of her throat. Lisa was quickly trying to remember how to suck a cock this large and kept trying to improve her technique with each bob. After a while everything started to come back to her and she remembered how she was able to satisfy her well-endowed ex-husband. 

"Oh fuck!" Benita moaned out when Lisa's lips descended past the four inch mark. 

Lisa continued to eagerly suck Benita's cock with a need and hunger she did not understand on a cock that should not be where it was, yet both existed. It took no more than ten more bobs of her mouth before Lisa was able to shove all of Benita's cock past her lips. Benita's knees got week as Lisa continued to repeat the same act. For the first time Benita was being deep-throated; she was lost in the sensation.

"Cumming!" Benita said as she grasped Lisa by the back of her head and shoved fat cock all the way down Lisa's throat. 

Benita moaned out one long moan as she came hard down Lisa's gullet. Lisa continued to swallow as Benita's cum was shot directly into her stomach. Due to the size and position of the cock, Lisa was unable to breathe while Benita was cuming. Lisa almost lost consciousness before Benita finally pulled her softening cock out of Lisa's mouth and therefore unplugged her windpipe. Lisa sputtered and coughed before drawing a few deep breaths. 

"I say you've more than earned a good fuck. Is that what you want?" Benita said as she tried to keep her calm and cool, commanding manner intact. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 08



The truth was that Benita's mind and emotions were still swimming from the intense cum the deep-throating had given her. Just the images, memories and lingering sensations of it were enough to slowly, yet steadily give her another erection.

"Yes," Lisa nodded as she looked at the steadily stiffening cock in front of her.

"Then brace yourself against the wall for the fucking of your life," Benita said with a cocky grin and condescending tone of voice. 

Lisa squealed in excitement as she got up and complied as soon as her shaky legs would allow. Benita wasted no time in foreplay and instead walked up, lined up her cock and sank it into the fourth woman she had ever fucked: Lisa. Lisa collapsed her forearms and smushed her right cheek against the cold tile wall before Benita had fully embedded her thick, fat cock inside her. 

Lisa didn't care about what should or shouldn't be, only what was. All she knew and cared about was that she was getting fucked for the first time since her husband left her almost six years ago. Her job had been and still was her obsession, so dating took a back seat. Even then Lisa was particular in whom she dated; she would only date those who could advance her career.

This fuck happened so quickly and Benita came at her with such ferocious intensity it was purely an animalistic reaction. Lisa moaned out as Benita withdrew her cock and began the steady fucking. Lisa moved and positioned her hips in such a way as to make the fuck more convenient. Not to mention she wanted to help get more of the fat monster inside her neglected pussy.

Benita held Lisa's hips and fucked her for all she was worth. Benita was ecstatic and drunk on the pleasure of the moment and the "thrill of the kill" so to speak. She loved overpowering someone's will and dominating a near stranger into a fuck. Pure hunter's lust and adrenaline flowed through Benita as her hips repeatedly slapped against Lisa's ass, an ass that at that moment Benita owned. 

With a roar Benita slammed her cock home one last time as her orgasm erupted out the end of her cock and deep within Lisa's pussy. Lisa moaned and shook in the oh-so-female reaction to the act of being claimed and successfully being fucked. Lisa revelled in the long-missed sensation of a cock cuming inside her, so she came. When Benita's orgasm was over she pulled out of Lisa who was still climaxing. 

"Where are you going?" Lisa asked as Benita strode out of the shower while Lisa slid down the wall of the shower. 

"Home," Benita said as she started to get dressed, not bothering to dry off.

"Which apartment do you live in? Can I call you?" Lisa said in a dreamy and needful manner. 

"Nope," was all Benita said as she picked up her bag and left the change room, Lisa's pussy was still spasming as Benita disappeared.

Once back in her room, Benita checked her email and noted that she had gotten a response to her add. Benita smiled as she read a response from a woman who seemed eager to have sex. Benita smiled and got an erection, the woman knew how to craft an enticingly submissive response to Benita's dominant add. Life was looking better and better, Benita chuckled with an evil smile. 

* * * *

The following Sunday Frank placed his bag by the door of the apartment and walked into the kitchen. He could see Stacey sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee, still in her bathrobe. Frank paused to calm himself down, as he didn't want to get into an argument and leave for work angry. 

This past week Stacey had been, moody, distant and cold to his touch. While on one hand he understood that she was going through a tough time he didn't know what it was that troubled her. Every attempt to get her to talk about it ended up with Stacey lashing out at him and pulling further away. Last night he had tried to initiate sex for the umpteenth time since he got home, but she rebuffed him, yet again. It ended up in a large argument and Frank ended up sleeping on the couch, not able to sleep next to his wife, he was that angry.

"Well, I'm off," Frank said in a curt yet strained civil tone as he entered the kitchen and walked towards his wife.

"Be safe honey," Stacey said with genuine concern in her sad eyes. 

"Yeah, you . . . take care," Frank said as he kissed Stacey on the cheek. 

Frank didn't even give Stacey a second look as he swiftly exited the kitchen and apartment, bag in hand. Once the door closed behind him he could hear Stacey begin to cry, yet again. After pausing to consider going back inside to comfort his wife, he left, deciding to do so was pointless, and he was running late. 

Stacey sobbed at the table, feeling now more torn between two people than ever before. She still ached for Benita's touch and could not bring herself to sleep with anyone but her beloved Mistress. Despite how hard she tried last night, she could not force herself to sleep with her husband. Now Frank left angry and Stacey was alone again with no one to turn to, nobody to comfort her. 

Stacey's repeated calls to Benita only ended up in a swift click as soon as Stacey spoke. At least she got to hear Benita say "hello," the only word Benita would say to Stacey. As soon as Benita knew it was Stacey, she would not say word and simply hang up.

* * * *

Six weeks had passed since that eventful Saturday morning when Carmen and Benita had fucked. Carmen had successfully returned her and Benita's relationship back to pure friendship, with light, meaningless flirting now and again. In short life had returned to normal and Carmen was even seeing a guy she liked. While things were very premature and early, things were looking up for the two of them. 

However, Carmen was now a few weeks overdue for her period and was in disbelief that it was anything but an oddity of her body. Regardless, she was in the bathroom, staring at the back of a pregnancy test, waiting for the egg-timer to go off. After what seemed like hours the timer rang and Carmen shut it off. With shaking hands, Carmen picked up the pregnancy test and turned it to face her so she could read the results.

"Fuck me!" Carmen said as all colour drained from her face. 



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 09



Chapter 9

"Odd Bedfellows"

"Fuck me," Stacey said, in a voice drained of emotion, her face devoid of colour.

"Excuse me?" Dr. Taylor replied, with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not possible," Stacey replied in the same stunned manner as she sat on the exam bed.

"It's quite normal for a woman to conceive this soon after giving birth," Dr. Taylor assured as he smiled at Stacey in a friendly manner.

"But I've only JUST given birth! I CAN'T be pregnant AGAIN!" Stacey said in a distressed manner. 

"Well, I know it may seem like last week that you gave birth to your son, but how old is he now? Six? Seven months?" Dr. Taylor said in the same cool, confident manner. 

"Seven," Stacey said as she began to rock lightly back and forth. 

"Have you been menstruating?" Dr. Taylor asked plainly.

"Yes," Stacey replied and at that instant, felt like a fool.

"Well, I have other patients to see, so I have to run but congratulations to you and Frank," Dr. Taylor said as he tapped Stacey on the knee with the chart before he turned and toward the door. "Give my best to Frank, for me," he added as he left the room. 

Stacey only managed a bare wisp of a smile as Dr. Taylor left. Frank . . . what would she tell him? Stacey didn't need to be told who the "father" of the child she was carrying, was, and it was not her husband Frank. The only person she had had sex with since her last period was with Benita during the week they were together. 

Stacey and Benita had not used any form of protection, and it was because neither thought it was necessary. They thought they were safe so they did it like bunnies. Benita thought that because she had no balls hanging beneath her cock, she could not impregnate anyone. Stacey thought that since she had just given birth she was not fertile. It seems both were wrong, as the proof was growing in Stacey's belly. Stacey got up and started to get dressed.

Now Benita had to talk to her, Stacey thought. Benita had an obligation to be involved in her own child's life. Stacey already knew she would bear this child and it wasn't out of some sort of obligation to her once beloved Mistress. Abortion was not something that Stacey could live with. Like it or not, planned or not, this was her child, whom she would bear, raise and love as best she could. 

As Stacey left the doctor's office she slowly pieced together what she needed to do. Stacey needed to talk to Benita but she was not speaking to Stacey, so calling her was not an option. Stacey needed an intermediary, someone who could talk to Benita on her behalf and get Benita to talk to her. Carmen was the obvious choice to be that intermediary but finding her might prove difficult, but not impossible. While Stacey didn't know where Carmen lived, she did know where she liked to frequent. 

Stacy had been sipping her extra-large cup of coffee in her favourite coffee shop for over the past hour. On one of the shopping excursions Stacey, Carmen and Benita had shared, Carmen said something which proved useful in finding her. Carmen had mentioned how she had become addicted to the coffee from this shop and stopped by here each day after school. 

Carmen entered the shop and Stacey was about to wave hello but the sombre, distracted look on Carmen's face told her that patience was necessary. Carmen got her favourite cup of coffee, then turned to find a seat, and noticed Stacey. Carmen was about to turn and find another seat, preferring solitude, but Stacey wouldn't be ignored. Stacey was warm, friendly and eager in her waving invitation for Carmen to join her for a cup of coffee. With an inward groan, Carmen walked over to Stacey's table, faking a smile. 

"Hi, Stacey," Carmen said as she neared Stacey's table.

"Hi, Carmen fancy meeting you here, on a Wednesday yet?" Stacey said in her best and fakest chipper tone of voice as Carmen sat down.

"Yeah, I stop by for a cup of mocha just about every day," Carmen said in her best attempt at a normal and untroubled tone of voice, unconvincing as it was.

"I haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" Stacey asked in a friendly manner as she took the final sip of her coffee. 

"Oh, I've been okay," Carmen said dismissively, in an uncomfortable manner.

Stacey engaged Carmen in small talk and for the moment both women were thankful to be distracted from the trouble that neither of them knew they shared. 

"How's Ben been?" Stacey asked with a lump in her throat as she pretended to be only mildly curious. 

"Is that what this is about?" Carmen snapped in an angry tone as she leaned in and spoke in a lowered tone of voice but no less angry. "I know that you had a fling with her. She was really hurt when you dumped her, you know. It really fucked her up!" Carmen said as she stood up in a flash and grabbed her backpack. "The last thing I'm gonna do is help YOU get near her!" Carmen said as she started to walk away from the table in a huff. 

Stacey got up, caught up with Carmen and blocked her path, so quickly that Carmen ran into Stacey. Both women let out an off as four large breasts were pancaked against one another from the force of the impact. 

"I need to see her, please," Stacey begged with desperation in her eyes as she stepped back a bit. 

"You want another round with her, do you? Fuck off!" Carmen snorted before she pushed her way past Stacey, continuing on her way to the door. 

"I'm pregnant," Stacey blurted out after she grasped Carmen's wrist, stopping her exit.

"What?" Carmen said in a drained tone before she slowly turned and looked at Stacey with fear, confusion and understanding in her eyes. "You too?" slipped past Carmen's lips before she could stop herself. Carmen drew a quick breath of shock, and a guilty expression flashed across her face.

Stacey and Carmen's eyes locked and while nothing was said for a long few seconds, volumes were understood. Stacey looked around the coffee shop to see that all eyes were on them. 

"I think we should talk somewhere more private. My place is not far," Stacey said as her eyes returned to look Carmen in the eyes. Carmen only nodded in reply. 

A few hours later Carmen and Stacey were in Stacey's apartment sitting in the living room. Carmen clutched her coffee cup, stared into it blankly, quietly as she sat in the comfy chair. Stacey was sitting on the sofa as she sipped her coffee. 

They had both told each other their story, from their time with Benita to how they found out they were pregnant and knew they were carrying Benita's child. Carmen even told Stacey everything that she knew of Benita's "hunt." An unspoken connection formed between them, and nothing was held back or disguised. They knew this person was the only person in the world who could understand what they were going through. 

"We just got back to the way things were," Carmen said meekly, pain in her voice. "We got past all this. We only did it a few times and only that one day," she added and then looked up to Stacey.

"It's not fair, I know. This was the last thing I wanted, but what can we do?" Stacey replied in an equally quiet voice with pain in her eyes.

"I don't know, I have no idea how to deal with any of this," Carmen said with a lost and confused expression on her face as she looked to Stacey for support and guidance. 

"I know what you mean, I don't know what I'm going to tell Frank," Stacey said with fear in her voice and tears forming in her eyes, looking to Carmen for support and guidance. "Thank God he went fishing this week," she added with guilty relief.

"I don't know how I'm going to tell my mother," Carmen said with equal fear in her voice. 

"For now, I say we don't tell anyone anything, not until we know what we're going to do," Stacey said with a furrowed brow as she ran her fingers through her hair, while looking at Carmen.

"What are we going to do?" Carmen asked with a light chuckle as fear and confusion started to overwhelm her.

"I don't know about you but, I'm keeping my baby," Stacey said as she looked up into Carmen's eyes, silently asking for her feelings on this issue.

"I don't know if I could . . . ab . . . not keep it," Carmen said with an uncomfortable expression.

"Look, I couldn't stomach abortion either. So it looks like that not only have we decide to keep our babies, but that we're stuck with each other," Stacey said with a grim smile and understanding look.

"What?" Carmen asked with confusion.

"Or babies will be siblings, so they will have a right to know each other. We have no idea how Ben will react. From what you've told me, she may choose to continue her 'wild ways,' and not claim any responsibility for either of our children," Stacey said with calm sincerity a she looked Carmen in the eye.

"What started on her 'wild ways,' I wonder?" Carmen snapped and glared at Stacey. 

"She wanted too much too soon. I wanted to be with her, and I still do, but she wanted me to leave Frank!" Stacey replied in a defensive manner before she hung her head and sobbed. "Now that won't be a problem. I doubt that Frank will have anything to do with me once he learns the truth!" Stacey said before she broke down into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. 

Carmen's heart went out to Stacey and she moved over and sat on the couch beside Stacey. Stacey didn't look up at Carmen as Carmen wrapped her arms around Stacey and pulled the woman to her. Stacey rested her head on Carmen's nearest breast while she clutched Carmen tight. Stacey continued to cry as she held Carmen in the borderline intimate embrace, an embrace which was second-nature to Stacey but not Carmen.

Carmen was not offended or all that uncomfortable with the pseudo-intimate embrace that she found herself in with the sobbing Stacey. In fact she kinda liked it and that was unsettling to Carmen, yet still she tried to deny it. Carmen had already started to stroke Stacey's hair in a comforting gesture. Carmen couldn't help but notice how delightful Stacey's soft skin felt snuggling up against hers. Then of course there were Stacey's maddeningly huge breasts. Stacey's showed more cleavage than Carmen on the best of days. Here in this embrace and because of the angle, Carmen got a considerable view of Stacey's breasts. 

Why though did all this excite Carmen? Why did she just start to stroke further down Stacey, past her hair and onto her back? Carmen felt drawn towards this woman whom fate had thrown her together with. 

As Stacey's crying lessened, Carmen continued to stroke Stacey's side and back in an increasingly intimate manner. Somewhere along the way the intention and manner of Carmen's touch shifted from friendly to flirtatious. Stacey didn't move, even after she had finished crying as Carmen continued to caress her. Carmen's hand trembled as it hovered on the border dividing waist from ass. Stacey reacted by reaching up and gently stroking Carmen's far breast. Carmen's trembling hand then crossed the border and began to touch Stacey's ass. Carmen's hand never left Stacey's ass, instead it closed and began to grope and squeeze the round, soft feminine form.

"All we really do have is each other," Stacey said in a soft, tender voice with desirous eyes as she lifted her head and looked Carmen in the eyes. 

Carmen's eyes danced all over Stacey's face confused and conflicted. Her straight and conservative mind was screaming at her to leave and insisting that she did not really find any of this exciting. Even though her panties were wet and she had initiated this, Carmen's mind was telling her that she was just confused and emotional. 

"I . . . I suppose so," Carmen replied with a furrowed brow.

It was Carmen who made the first move, yet again. Carmen moved in and kissed Stacey, yet Stacey immediately kissed back with fervour. In a flash both women were pulling and pawing at each other in a passion neither of them suspected. When Stacey undid Carmen's bra and had begun to fondle her breasts two things happened. One was that the pleasure that Carmen received was more intense than she had ever known her breasts to give her. The second was the fact that Carmen's conservative mind freaked out and put a quick halt to the proceedings.

"You're not going to do to me, what you did to Ben!" Carmen said as she shoved Stacey away from her and started her dash for the door. 

"Carmen, don't leave!" Stacey called out in a whiny, needy tone, while still on the couch.

Carmen continued her steady path towards the exit. Stacey's fear of abandonment along with her anguish and frustration culminated in drawing out her dominant side. Stacey stood up, faced Carmen looked her eyes on the still exiting woman and closed them to slits.

"CARMEN STOP!" Stacey shouted out in an unmistakable, commanding tone of voice. 

Carmen stopped immediately and quivered slightly as she cursed her legs for not moving, getting her out of here and away from Stacey. Carmen was torn between staying and going, knowing the impact and result of both actions. Part of Carmen wanted to get out of there, but her recently neglected and never fully explored submissive side wanted to remain. Carmen's intellect wanted to go, yet her throbbing pussy sided with her submissive side, and for the moment, they won control.

"Come back, we need to talk about this," Stacey said in a calm, yet firm tone as she stood tall.

Carmen slowly spun on the spot and looked at Stacey; a shiver ran down her spine when she saw the clearly dominant Stacey. Carmen looked at the floor and walked towards Stacey in a meek manner, her submission already beginning. Carmen stopped a few feet from Stacey and remained looking at the floor.

"Sit down," Stacey said as she pointed at the sofa. 

Carmen's brow furrowed as she sat back down in the very spot where she and Stacey had been making out. Stacey sat down beside Carmen, where she had been, and remained in her dominant posture. Carmen still looked down, and her whole being screamed submission. 

"Why did you leave when we were in the middle of having fun?" Stacey asked in a calm and almost friendly tone, yet her manner still showed that she was in control, an odd contrast.

"I didn't want to . . . 'be' with you," Carmen said glancing up into Stacey's eyes and then down at her lap once more. "I know you just want one-night stands and I don't so I left," Carmen finished in a meek yet surprisingly articulate manner. 

"Those days are behind me. After Ben, I don't think I could do anything casual again," Stacey said in a pained expression, dropping her guard and her dominant posture. 

"Really?" Carmen asked with scepticism as she looked up into Stacey's eyes.

"Really," Stacey said with soft confidence as she looked back into Carmen's eyes with a warm and welcoming expression. 

"I still don't know if I can do this . . . please don't make me," Carmen said submissively, with a fearful tone and bowed her head, awaiting her fate. 

Stacey knew that this was Carmen's way of admitting that she would comply with just about any order that Stacey gave her. Yet it was also Carmen's way of asking Stacey not to take control and force the situation. Stacey knew that she could take Carmen then and there, making Carmen hers with a command . . . an order. This was not what Stacey wanted; this was not her style . . . it never was.

"I won't do that. Yes, I like you and I find you attractive. I would love to play around and have sex with you, and more, but I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," Stacey said as she put her hand on Carmen's shoulder and Carmen sighed her relief. 

"I can't do anything causal . . . I don't know if I want to . . . 'be' with you, even just once. What if we did hook up and were you know . . . 'together.' What about Frank? If we did get 'together' I wouldn't want to be simply 'something on the side'." Carmen added with fear in her voice looking at Stacey with an imploring manner. 

"I couldn't do that to you," Stacey said with a sigh. "I don't know what, if any, future Frank and I have but he would either have to accept the next person I get involved with or leave," Stacey finished with a sombre and thoughtful manner.

"Really? You'd leave him for me?" Carmen asked quickly, shocked. "Not that I'm saying I want to get together, I don't like women! . . . At least, I don't think I do," Carmen added with a confused and bewildered manner as she looked down and away.

"We're both a little emotional right now so I don't think we should do anything rash or impulsive that we might regret later. But I would like to get to know you, as a friend at least," Stacey added as she squeezed Carmen's hand. 

"I'd like that," Carmen smiled warmly back at Stacey. 

"And just see where it leads, romantic or otherwise?" Stacey asked with a coy yet alluring smile. 

"Sure," Carmen replied and blushed; already tempted to kiss Stacey once more, yet she restrained herself. 

* * * *

Benita got out of the cab and looked at her darkened surroundings before pulling out her cell phone. As the cab sped away she looked up and confirmed the address of her latest conquest-to-be. With another glance around she located the building where she was to go and walked towards it. 

Benita always went to their place so there was no way they could show up unexpectedly at her place and ask for more sex. Benita always made a clean break; she even changed her email address regularly, to further cut ties with the women she slept with. Benita had "love them and leave them" down to a science. Benita stopped in front of the right apartment building and dialled the appropriate apartment.

"Yes?" the speaker crackled to life with a feminine voice.

"I'm here," Benita said and after a moment the door buzzed. 

Benita entered the building and walked up the stairs. Knocking on the door of the individual apartment Benita waited. A moment later the door was opened by a slender woman dressed in a form-fitting black dress. Her light blonde hair and fair skin contrasted with the black dress, making her allure that much greater. 

"Come in," the blonde woman said with a smile, opened the door wider and motioned for Benita to come inside. 

Benita took a long, obvious glance up and down the blonde woman and nodded before entering the apartment, not saying a word. Benita walked towards the blonde woman and was about to grasp her head and kiss her when the door closed and locked. The blonde woman then backed away, out of reach and chuckled.

"You wanted to talk to her, so talk," the blonde woman said over Benita's shoulder. She then turned and walked out of the living room and down the hall, disappearing deeper into the apartment.

Benita turned to look at the door and saw a trembling, teary-eyed, yet angry Suki bracing the now closed and locked door with all her might.

"What the fuck?" Benita said in a confused manner as she looked at Suki, whose anger increased the longer she looked at Benita. "Explain," Benita demanded, and glared at Suki.

"Explain? It's simple, you've ruined my life!" Suki spat with anger as she leaned forward yet not breaking contact with the door. "And now, you're going to make it right. You're going to take responsibility for your actions!" Suki continued in the same angry tone, glaring at Benita

"What?" Benita snorted in reply. 

"Before YOU, I was 'normal' I was FINE! After you took me, broke me and fucked me, all I can think of is YOU!" Suki snapped in a hurt, yet angry tone.

"Not my problem. You'll find some other dick to satisfy you. Not as good as mine, of course, but you'll do fine," Benita replied in a condescending tone of voice. "Now move!" Benita commanded. Suki shifted her weight to comply before she stopped herself. 

"I have tried to carry on and been with other people since you; several," Suki said in a calm tone before she looked down and sighed before continuing. "I keep coming back to the fact that what I want . . . what I really want is not your cock, but your control," Suki said in a soft, tender and heartfelt manner as she looked into Benita's quivering eyes.




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"My what?" Benita asked incredulously in a shocked manner, and for the moment she lowered her guard.

"I want to serve you again, not for a night but from now on," Suki said before she slowly dropped to her knees in kneeled in a submissive pose, looking at the ground before she continued. "I give myself to you, once again, Mistress," Suki said and trembled as she awaited Benita's response. 

Benita didn't know what to do and was genuinely stunned at not only the fact that Suki had somehow found her but by the magnitude and sincerity of her request. Benita had always taken, dominated women for one night, and then left. The women she had been with lately all knew of and had wanted her cock, so they willingly put themselves in her care for the night. 

It was fun, but the thrill of the hunt wasn't there and the string of fucks all seemed to follow the same pattern. Benita was starting to feel the emotional emptiness of what she was doing. While Benita was getting pussy almost daily sometimes twice a day, it was starting to wear thin, even getting a little boring. What Benita started to realize on some level, but had not stopped to ponder was that what she lacked was any sort of connection or deeper feelings with anyone. That might mean that Benita was ready to start something with someone but why did it have to be this one-night-stand from a month ago? 

"What's your name?" Benita asked in a plain manner, still unguarded.

"Suki, Mistress," Suki replied submissively, still looking at the floor.

"I'm Benita," Benita added and paused to look Suki over.

"You honour me with your name, thank you, Mistress," Suki said submissively and bowed her head slightly.

"Even if I let you serve me again, even if I give you the 'control' you're looking for, that doesn't mean that I would stop fucking others," Benita added in a touch of a harsher tone, examining Suki, expecting an argument. 

"I understand, Mistress. I will serve and assist you in any way I can, even help arrange your dates if you wish, Mistress," Suki replied in a calm, submissive tone.

"I would expect that you remain faithful to me and only me, unless I order you to have sex with another," Benita replied in an almost challenging manner.

"Of course, Mistress, I would serve you and only you, saving my body for you and only you, to be used for your pleasure," Suki replied in a submissive tone and by now looked to be at peace, nervous but at peace.

"Why would you agree to this? What are you getting out of this?" Benita said dumbfounded, not sure as to why Suki still wanted to serve her. 

Benita was sure that after she placed those conditions that Suki would balk, and run away. Yet Suki seemed as firm and steadfast in her determination to serve Benita. Benita had no idea why anyone would submit to anyone else. Benita always saw submission as a weakness, yet while Suki seemed submissive, she did not seem weak. Benita felt that she had been getting her way as a result of the strong conquering the weak and found some sort of "Darwinian" justification for it. Suki looked up and into Benita's eyes with a peace and contentment in her eyes. As Suki spoke, Benita listened intently.

"It is about service . . . about taking care of one another. I take care of you in practical ways, through my service and submission to you. You take care of me by guiding, shaping and looking out for me through your dominance and control over me. It is a symbiotic relationship, each one giving something to the other, something that the other needs in order to be complete. In return they get from the other what they need to be complete. You need to dominate, I need to submit, we are two sides of the same coin, complete together, incomplete apart," Suki said while looking deep into Benita's eyes.

Benita felt like she had been kicked in the gut, and didn't know what to say. Everything that Suki said made sense and felt right, but the very nature of it flew in the face of her "love them and leave them" attitude. Benita's eyes watered and she was very tempted to take Suki up on her offer. The thought of something real was of great appeal to Benita and her eyes watered over the conflict. 

Benita wanted to put up a challenge, a further test to make sure that Suki wasn't just looking to humiliate her. If Benita was to care for someone and form any sort of connection with them, she had to make sure that whoever it was, wasn't going to run away. Benita steeled her heart once again; sure that Suki was just playing around and was not serious. The cynical part of Benita would make Suki run, away before the night is through. 

"You say you want to serve me and that it is about service? Not simply about sex, right?" Benita said after a brief pause to consider her thoughts. 

"That is correct, Mistress," Suki replied with a nod of her head. 

"Well then, let me tell you this, tonight I won't fuck you. In fact, you won't even get a kiss. All you're going to do is sit right there and watch me fuck someone else," Benita said in a confident and commanding tone of voice. 

"As you wish, Mistress," Suki replied submissively, with a bow, trying to hide her excitement. 

"I'm not done," Benita said with a smirk, "I came here to fuck that blonde piece of ass," Benita said commandingly before pointing down the darkened hall. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do," Benita said in a confident and dominant tone of voice. Benita momentarily watched Suki for any hint of rebellion or anger, yet found none. "What's more, you're going to get her for me," Benita added with a cheeky smile. 

"Mistress?" Suki replied questioningly as she looked up at Benita, perplexed.

"I'm, going to sit right here," Benita said, pointing to the couch, "and wait for you to deliver her to me. If you can get her to come here and fuck me, of her own free will, then, and only then will I claim you and let you serve me from now on, do you understand?" Benita explained in a confident and dominating manner. 

"Yes, Mistress, I understand," Suki replied with a nod. 

"You have five minutes, dismissed," Benita said in a commanding manner.

Instantly Suki got up and walked down the hall as swiftly as she could without running. Her manner was not rushed or panicked but rather matched the rest of her demeanour this evening: determined. Suki found her friend, Karen in her bedroom reading a book in bed. Karen had already changed into her flannel panamas and was settling down to sleep when Suki entered.

Suki explained what Benita wanted and the demand that she made. Karen immediately rejected it, reminding Suki that she only was the bait to lure Benita here so Suki could talk to Benita. A heated argument erupted and lasted four minutes, with neither side backing down. It was when Suki blackmailed Karen with an affair she had on her fiancée the previous year that Karen relented.

"You wouldn't!" Karen said in shock, fear in her eyes. 

"If you cost me my one chance to serve my Mistress, again, then I'll ruin you. If I can't be happy, then neither will you!" Suki said in vibrating anger as her eyes closed to slits and she stood her ground firm. 

"You really want her that much?" Karen asked incredulously. 

"I do," Suki replied with pleading in her eyes.

"All I have to do is fuck her?" Karen asked sceptically.

"Yes, just this once," Suki replied with restrained hope in her manner.

"Fine," Karen replied with a defeated sigh.

Benita looked at her cell phone to check the time and sighed. Just as she was about to stand up and exit the apartment, a door opened down the hallway. What caused a stir in Benita's loins was not the fact that she heard one person approaching, but two people approaching. As Benita saw that in fact not only Suki was coming, but also the blonde who had answered the door, her cock got hard, fast. It was indeed a rush to know that she had ordered someone to convince someone else to submit to her and they had done it. 

Suki brought Karen to stand in front of Benita and the two women stood beside each other. Benita looked Karen over and smiled, revelling in the reluctance in her eyes and the fact that clearly she didn't want to be there, yet was. 

"I brought her, as ordered, Mistress," Suki said in a confident, yet submissive manner as she stood tall and proud, an odd combination, yet she managed it.

"So you did. Kneel by the door," Benita said to Suki in a commanding tone. 

"Yes, Mistress," Suki bowed and then resumed her kneeling position, exactly as she had been, exactly where she had been. 

"So you're here, are you blondey?" Benita said in a cocky manner, with a pleased smile. 

"Yes," Karen said in an embarrassed manner, her eyes darting everywhere but looking at Benita. 

"You know what you're here to do, don't you?" Benita asked, enjoying Karen's obvious discomfort.

"Yes," Karen replied, her lips pursed together, upset but not lashing out, just wanting this over and done with. 

"And what is that?" Benita asked, pleased with herself and the situation.

"I'm here to fuck you," Karen replied softly, looking down. 

"Are you here of your own free will?" Benita asked as she glanced between Karen and Suki. 

"Yes," Karen replied in a mortified manner as she glanced at Suki, who was kneeling not far away, watching.

"Good," Benita added with a pleased smile and nod of her head. "Well, let's take a good look at you; strip" Benita said in a commanding tone of voice as she looked at Karen, who's eyes went wide.

Karen looked over at Suki whose eyes silently urged her to continue. Karen then sighed before she unceremoniously removed her pyjamas, revealing her tight, hot body underneath. Karen was about the same size as Benita and was built about the same, as she had an "athletic" figure. Benita's eyes roved over Karen like a trainer looking over a race horse, examining the finer points of her body. Benita finally nodded her approval before standing up next to Karen. 

Benita grasped Karen by the head and forced a kiss on the reluctant woman's lips. Karen let the kiss continue for a moment before the power, intensity and force of the kiss forced her to involuntarily return the kiss. At that point and only at that point, when Benita had made Karen want her, did Benita break the kiss and throw Karen down on the couch. 

Karen sat down harshly and looked up at Benita, stunned, blinking. Benita walked between Karen's legs and at that moment Karen thought the act was going to happen, that the fuck would happen and this evening would be over. Benita reached down between Karen's legs and ran two fingers up then down the slit of Karen's pussy, before thrusting two fingers inside. 

"Not wet enough," Benita said as she withdrew her fingers and licked them clean. "We can fix that," she added with a smirk before looking over at Suki and adding, "Right?"

"Mistress?" Suki asked submissively yet confused.

"She's not ready for me to fuck yet, eat her, make her cum," Benita said with a commanding tone as she backed out of the way and watched Suki's reaction. 

"But Mistress said I would not have sex tonight. Mistress said all I would do is watch," Suki replied submissively and respectfully, trying to hide her reluctance and fear.

"I said you would not have sex with me, I didn't say you would not have sex with blondey here," Benita said as she leaned forward to talk sternly at Suki while pointing at Karen. 

"Hey, I don't want . . ." Karen started to protest but Benita cut her off.

"Shut up! You're a piece of ass! You already agreed to be here, so you do what I say! Now spread those legs wide and scoot your ass to the edge of the sofa!" Benita commanded and before Karen could think to speak or protest again, she moved and complied.

"As for you, I told you to eat her pussy and make her cum. I don't care that she's your friend, you said you wanted to serve me and would do what I say, and I say eat this piece of ass and make it cum. You don't have to, you can refuse, it is your choice, but if you refuse, then everything is off. I walk out of here and you lose this one chance to serve me as you told me you want to," Benita said in a daring and challenging tone of voice as she leaned in. "How badly do you want to serve me?" Benita added with a cocky smirk. Benita was sure that she had Suki now, Benita was confident that Suki would refuse. 

Suki said nothing but looked up at Benita and nodded before she crawled over to Karen and kneeled before her. Karen watched in horror, stunned silent as Suki looked up into her eyes and wordlessly apologized. Suki reached out with her tongue and licked pussy from bottom to top, in one steady lick, finally flicking across Karen's clitoris. Suki was not an experienced pussy-licker and had been with only two women since Benita and none before Benita. Suki had a natural talent for bringing out the pleasure of a woman, as Karen would soon learn.

Karen looked down to see Suki settle herself into a good pussy-licking pattern. Karen shuddered as incredible pleasure shot through her body again and again. The image of Suki between her thighs was already burned into her memory and Karen knew that every time she saw Suki's face she would remember this moment. Their friendship would never be the same again, Karen knew that, and from the look in Suki's eyes she not only knew it but was sorry for it as well.

By the time Suki thrust her fingers into Karen's pussy all thoughts left Karen's mind. Karen moaned a deep, guttural moan as Suki continued her pussy-eating efforts. Karen slumped her body into the sofa, started to writhe and gyrate as the pleasure moved her. It was not long before Karen could feel the build-up to a powerful climax. Karen started to moan and whimper, knowing this was a larger cum than her fiancée had given her but not wanting to admit that to anyone. 

When Suki shoved a finger up Karen's ass, Karen blanked out. As if Karen was struck by lightning she shook violently and so intently that it took great effort and concentration for Suki to hold on and continue to lick slit. With a final scream Karen arched her back, tensed up before slumping lifelessly on the sofa. If it wasn't for the movement of her chest, one might have thought she had a heart attack.

"Good girl, I think that'll do, my Pet, you may kneel where you were," Benita said as she walked up to Suki and stroked her hair soothingly. 

Suki looked up to Benita and smiled a proud smile, happy and proud, not only for pleasing her Mistress but also for being called "Pet." Suki glanced up at the still closed eyes of the twitching Karen and licked her lips before she crawled over to where she had been ordered to.

Karen's eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was not a welcoming sight. Benita's face filled her vision, watching as Karen came back to consciousness. Benita smirked a cocky and arrogant smirk before she chuckled.

"I think you're wet enough now," Benita said arrogantly before she stood back up straight. 

Karen looked at Benita and watched as Benita quickly prepared to fuck. Benita tucked the front of her skirt up into her belt, and then tugged on the Velcro of her panties. In a flash her panties were gathered around one leg, out of the way. 

Benita's cock sprang into view and Karen drew a breath in shock when she saw the size of it. Karen's pussy wept in anticipation for the impending invasion of the fat monster. Karen's mind wept as she knew that it dwarfed her fiancée's cock and sex with him would never feel the same again. 

Benita moved forward and positioned herself, getting ready to fuck but looked at Karen in an arrogant manner. Benita's cock was pointing at Karen's pussy and twitching in anticipation of its latest fuck but Benita did not line-up and sink in.

"Line me up, if you want to get fucked," Benita said as she placed her hands on the back of the sofa, one on either side of Karen's head. 

Karen looked up at Benita who now towered over her in a completely dominant manner. Karen did the only thing she could do, reach down, grasp the shaft of the large, fat cock and lined up the mushroom-shaped head to her pussy. As Benita shifted forward Karen moved Benita's cockhead up and down her slit a few times. Karen wanted to lubricate the head of the large cock before she lined it up to the entrance of her pussy and waited. 

"Look at me," Benita said in a softer, yet firm tone of voice.

Benita waited until Karen looked up into Benita's eyes before she shifted forward and sank her cock into the twenty-eighth woman she had ever fucked: Karen. Karen's pussy was one of the tighter pussies Benita had fucked. Karen's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the fat phallus steadily slid into her. Just when Karen thought the cock would hit bottom and stop coming in, more would come. When Benita's cockhead hit Karen's uterus Benita stopped. Karen moaned and whimpered at a sensation she had never felt before looking in Benita's eyes in wonder.

"Get ready for the fuck of your life, Slut," Benita said as she withdrew her cock until just the head was propping the entrance of Karen's pussy open. 

Karen whimpered as for a split second she feared Benita would pull out. When Benita shifted her weight and shoved her cock back in, Karen felt bliss. It was by the third stroke of Benita's cock that Karen threw all caution to the wind. Karen wrapped her arms around Benita's neck and her legs around Benita's waist and eagerly participated in the fuck that she never wanted in the first place. Karen hated herself and felt like a slut and whore as she eagerly and fervently moved her hips to meet every one of Benita's powerful strokes. Each and every time Benita entered Karen, she hit her uterus; each and every time that happed it drove Karen a little more nuts. 

Karen came twice more before Benita's cock erupted as it was wedged deep within Karen's pussy. If it wasn't for the fact that Karen was on the pill, she was sure that much cum shooting right into her uterus would knock her up. The glorious feeling proved too much for poor Karen and she came one last time, passing out afterwards. By the time Karen came to she felt alone, empty and very wet as she breathed hard while looking up, bleary-eyed at Benita. 

"Clean me up," Benita said in a commanding tone as she looked from Karen's eyes to her own cock.

"What?" Karen asked confused.

"Lick my cock clean! I can't get dressed with my cock wet with your juices, so get over here and clean me off with your tongue," Benita said in a firm tone of voice. 

"Do I have to?" Karen asked with reluctance in her manner.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to put your toys away when you're done playing with them? Well, my cock is the biggest toy you've ever played with, so be a good little girl and clean me off," Benita said in a firm, demanding, yet slightly condescending manner.

"Get Suki to do it. I've fucked you, that's all I was supposed to do. I've done my part," Karen protested in a weak and meek manner, sounding more like a pout.

"She's not allowed to touch me tonight, and I can't go out like this, so that leaves you. I've just fucked you two three orgasms, I think you owe me a little tongue work, don't you?" Benita demanded and stood firm looking right into Karen's eyes. 

Benita saw and recognized the moment of submission, the moment when Karen gave in; she could read it in her eyes. Karen looked at the floor as she slid off the couch, kneeled before Benita and looked up only as far as Benita's cock. Karen then reached out with her tongue and licked the tip of Benita's cock. Karen had never had anything to do with her fiancée's cock after he had fucked her, so this was a first for her. Karen started at the head of the cock and licked her way down, going around the shaft so that once she was at the base she was done, or so she thought. 




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 09



"Clean my pussy too. I can't put my panties on with a wet crotch, can I?" Benita said with a calmer, more satisfied demand.

Karen then sighed and continued to lick her way down and around Benita's pussy and thighs until once again, Benita's pussy was clean. 

"Do my panties up. Don't forget, you have to put your toys away once you're done with them," Benita said with a demanding smile, as she dragged out Karen's submission just a bit more. 

Karen found both flaps of Benita's "Getting Busy" panties and did them up, taking a moment to figure it out. Along the way she made sure that Benita's cock was in place and comfortably situated. Without being told, Karen reached up and untucked Benita's skirt from her belt and let it fall down, covering Benita respectably once again. Karen looked up into Benita's eyes, to see if she was done. 

"Good girl. You've done well. I am pleased," Benita said in a soft and warm tone of voice as she stroked Karen's hair gently. 

Karen smiled but was inwardly simply happy the experience was over. Karen didn't move from her spot and watched as Benita walked over to Suki, who had not moved from her spot, kneeling where she had been told. Benita stopped right in front of Suki, reached down, grasped Suki by the hair and made Suki look up. Benita hovered her face over Suki and made Suki look straight up, as if at the ceiling. 

"You've done well and earned your place at my feet, so I will claim you and make you mine from now till the day you die or I get tired of you, Is this what you want? To be owned by me? To be my slave?" Benita spoke in a firm, unambiguous manner. 

"Yes, Mistress, I want that very much, I want to be your slave?" Suki replied with wet eyes of joy as she looked up into Benita's eyes.

"Remember, you're my slave at all times, so you do what I say, when I say and how I say it. If you walk away from me, if you leave me, don't look back because I will never take you back. Do you understand?" Benita said in a stern tone with the hint of fear in her eyes as she looked into Suki's eyes. 

"I understand, Mistress, I won't run from you, I swear," Suki assured as she nodded and looked at Benita with love and devotion. 

Benita stood up and turned away, momentarily in order to wipe the tears from her eyes and regain her composure. The touching moment got to her and the shell around Benita's heart started to crack. Benita's own emotions got the better of her and while she did not love Suki, she respected her dedication and genuinely liked her.

"Let's go home," Benita said as she looked at the door. 

At that Suki stood up, grasped her purse and unlocked the door. Suki then opened the door, holding it open for Benita to walk through. 

"Thank you for everything, I don't know how to repay you," Suki said with wet eyes to Karen as Benita left the apartment. 

"Tonight never happened," Karen said with determination as she stared into Suki's eyes. 

"As you wish," Suki nodded before exiting the apartment, closing the door behind her. 

After the door closed behind her, Karen sat there and cried, feeling like crap for not only cheating on her fiancée but loving the experience. It was just over a year later and six months into her marriage that Karen could stop faking orgasms with the man she loved. 

Benita was standing on the sidewalk talking on the phone to the cab company when Suki arrived. Suki stood one pace behind and to the side of Benita. Suki did not announce her presence, yet waited to be addressed. Benita then hung up and turned her attention to Suki. 

"I won't make you act like my slave in public, it will draw too many stares and questions. I will however, have you act like my girlfriend, in public. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to openly be my girlfriend in public and my slave in private?" Benita asked plainly, with a raised eyebrow.

"I would love that, Mistress! I expected to be treated like a slave always or simply act as your friend in public," Suki replied in wonder and amazement at her elevated status.

"I won't stuff you in the shadows, I have been there and I won't do that to anyone else," Benita said with a pained expression as she looked into Suki's eyes. "While it's nobody's business to know the true nature of our relationship, that doesn't mean that people can't know that we're together, right?" Benita said in the same friendly, yet confident manner. 

"Yes, Mistress, I am still your slave at all times, but I will not draw attention to us," Suki said with a warm smile, pleased with how well the evening had turned out. "What shall I call you in public, Mistress?" Suki asked curiously. 

"My friends call me, Ben," Benita said with a smile as the cab pulled up. 

"When will I see you again, Mistress?" Suki asked as Benita opened up the cab door. 

"Tonight. You're coming home with me now," Benita said as she got in the cab and left the door open. 

"Home? With you, M . . . Ben?" Suki asked with a stunned wonder as she entered the cab and closed the door behind her. 

"Yes, and tomorrow morning, over breakfast, I'll introduce you to my parents," Benita replied confidently with a warm smile.

"Really?" Suki replied still stunned.

"I told you, I will not shove you in the shadows, and since I have a girlfriend now, I think it is time they not only meet her but learn of my preference for women," Benita said as she reached over and pulled Suki to her by her far shoulder. 

"Yes, Ben," Suki replied as she settled into a nice snuggle with her beloved Mistress.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 10



Chapter Ten

"Coming Out"

It was late by the time Benita and Suki arrived at Benita's place, so the house was dark and quiet. The stillness of the house was broken only by the sound of a key inserting into a lock, a lock unlocking then the door front door opening. The light of the hallway pierced the darkness as it flooded in. Benita entered first and then Suki, closing and locking the door behind them.

Benita strode confidently, with loud, sharp clicks marking each step as she walked the known path to the other end of the upscale apartment. Suki followed as quickly yet quietly as she could yet she was considerably slower than Benita. Suki was trying not to make a sound as she walked across the hardwood floors. By the time Suki was within eyesight of Benita she was in the process of unlocking her bedroom door. 

The door to the master bedroom opened up and a woman in her late forties exited it, wearing a single piece, long and conservative negligee. It was easy to see that this woman, Elaine, was Benita's mother as she did look like an older version of Benita. The one noticeable difference between them, other than Benita's cock, was her with larger, more pronounced breasts, thanks to breast augmentation. Other than that they had the same runner's physique, yet despite her best efforts, Elaine was beginning to look her age. 

Even waking from a dead sleep in the middle of the night, Elaine could still manage to look like a senior manager in charge of everything and everyone. Elaine stood in the doorway with a commanding and very dominant posture as she looked at Benita in a very disapproving manner. 

"Nita, dear, you know I don't like you keeping these hours," Elaine said in a condescending tone, her manner like she was scolding a child. 

"I'm an adult mother, I can run my own life," Benita said as she opened the door to her room. 

"As long as you live under my roof, you will obey my rules," Elaine said in the same scolding, condescending tone. Suki then arrived to stand beside Benita so Elaine glanced at Suki and her eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. Elaine was not pleased. 

"I'm not a child anymore. I can and will run my own life," Benita said in a calm yet confident manner as she looked her mother right in the eye. 

"Nita, you know my rule on overnight guests, if you want one of your little friends to stay over, you have to ask permission, at least a day in advance," Elaine continued in the same condescending manner to Benita before turning her attention to Suki. "I'm sorry dear, you'll have to go home, Nita should have known better," Elaine said in a polite yet still condescending manner. Elaine clearly expected Suki to leave yet in response Suki looked to Benita. 

"Suki, go get ready for bed, I'll handle this," Benita said before she drew Suki in for a brief, yet romantic kiss. 

"Yes, Ben," Suki replied submissively and then slipped past Benita and into Benita's bedroom. 

Elaine looked angered and shocked and took a step closer to Benita. Benita stood tall as she took a step closer to her mother. Both women stared each other down for a brief moment.

"Listen here, young lady, I don't care how late it is, you're little friend will have to find her own way home, she can't stay here!" Elaine said in a firm and stern tone of voice as she placed her hands on her hips. 

"She's not my 'little friend,' Mother, she's my girlfriend! Yes Mother . . . I'm a lesbian," Benita said in a firm and confident manner, looking Elaine right in the eyes before she turned towards her room.

"Young lady, get back here we . . ." Elaine sputtered in a shocked and stunned attempt at a dominant statement. 

"We'll talk in the morning, Mother, it's late and my girlfriend is waiting," Benita said as she entered her bedroom closing the door behind her. 

Elaine blinked a few times while staring into the darkness. Telling herself that she was still asleep and this was all a bad dream, Elaine didn't say another word and simply went to bed. 

The next morning Suki woke up with an urging need to pee, so she slipped out of bed. Tossing on Benita's bathrobe Suki ventured out of the bedroom looked around, hoping that Elaine was not lurking in the shadows. With quick yet catlike reflexes Suki darted across the hall to the bathroom. In a flash Suki was finished and had closed the bedroom door behind her making sure to lock it. 

As Suki slipped back into bed and snuggled up next to her Mistress, her heart sighed; she was home. The past month had been a tough and turbulent time for her and it all started and ended with Benita. After her one-night-stand with Benita, Suki was left wondering what had happened to her and why she had such a desire to serve Benita. 

After some researching on the internet she discovered about BDSM and Domination/submission and all that meant. Suki played around with both male and female dominants and even with non-kinky men and women. Suki had hoped that she could find a man to satisfy her needs, when that didn't work she turned to women, finding out that she liked this better. When none of this worked Suki was left to realize that all she wanted, all that would do was being owned by Benita.

It took some doing but Suki eventually tracked Benita down. Suki heard about a woman with a cock who had an add looking for submissive women for one-night-stands. Suki checked out the add, and while Suki couldn't see Benita's face in the picture, she could not forget the look of Benita's body. It took some doing but Suki had convinced a good friend and classmate of hers, Karen, to setup a date in order to get Benita in a place and force Benita to talk to Suki. 

While the evening did not go as Suki had planned, in the end, she was with her Mistress. As Suki dozed that morning, simply holding her Mistress, she knew she was where she belonged. There was no other place in the world she wanted to be and no other person in the world she wanted to be with than Benita. 

Benita stirred and woke up, shifting in her sleep before her eyes slowly opened. Benita was momentarily confused as to why she was not alone in bed, but when her eyes fell on Suki, she smiled. Benita loved waking up next to someone and it was something that she had dearly missed from her time with Stacey. As Benita looked into Suki's eyes Benita could see that the love and devotion from this woman still shone just as brightly in the light of day. Benita smiled back, genuinely touched and the shell around her heart cracked just a little more. 

"Good morning, Mistress," Suki said with a loving tone and a beaming smile.

"Good morning, Sl . . . Pet," Benita replied warmly. 

Benita stroked a stray lock of hair out of Suki's face and smiled a warmly at her, enjoying the moment. Suki moved forward to kiss Benita, drawn towards her in the moment, but stopped herself. Suki knew it was not her place to make the first move on her Mistress. 

Benita chuckled, knowing why Suki stopped before she leaned forward and kissed Suki. The kiss started out as a soft, tentative kiss but soon picked up in both pace and passion. Before long Benita was on top of Suki, grinding her cock against Suki's pussy while they kissed. 

Both women were nude and Suki's pussy was quickly getting wet. Benita paused and looked into Suki's eyes as she slid her big, fat cock up and down Suki's slit. Suki slithered and writhed as the fat cock she had missed and longed for was teasing her pussy. Suki was in so much joy and pleasure of the perfect moment that tears formed in her eyes. Benita slid her cock down Suki's pussy and lined it up with Suki's pussy. 

"Yes, Mistress! Fuck me, fuck your slave!" Suki moaned out in a needy whine as she rubbed her pussy against the head of Benita's cock. 

"Not yet," Benita said with a cocky tone of voice and a devilish grin.

"Mistress?" Suki asked in a hurt tone as she watched Benita roll onto her back beside her.

"I want some pussy first, Sixty-nine me, Pet," Benita ordered with a pleased smile on her face while leaning her head back expectantly.

"Yes, Mistress!" Suki replied with a squeal of excitement. 

Suki moved and positioned herself above Benita and lowered her pussy to Benita's waiting mouth. Suki giggled as her mind turned to mush from the pleasure her pussy was receiving coupled with the fact that her Mistress was eating her pussy. Before Benita could protest, Suki leaned forward and began to lick and suck the cock she worshiped. 

Both Benita and Suki found it hard to focus on what they were doing, as a result of the good job the other was doing. Suki sucked as best she could on Benita's cock while thrusting two fingers in and out of Benita's pussy from an odd angle. Benita licked pussy like she had been doing it all her life, even thought the last pussy she licked was Stacey's. Benita had not licked a single pussy of the many women she had slept with since Stacey. Benita had, however, had her cock sucked and her pussy licked many times since Suki, but no one compared to Suki.

Benita growled as she thrust her pussy up and further into Suki's mouth, as her climax neared. Suki redoubled her efforts to make Benita cum and didn't stop until that had happened. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Benita shouted as her orgasm hit. 

Suki almost came just from feeling Benita's cum hit the back of her throat. Suki swallowed repeatedly as she continued to thrust her fingers into Benita's pussy, striving to tickle Benita's G-spot. 

Suddenly, Suki couldn't breathe as Benita shoved her cock far down Suki's throat, holding Suki firm by the back of her head. Suki focused on relaxing her throat and not gagging while still swallowing repeatedly. While Suki did not have all of Benita's cock down her throat she did have a considerable amount, and more than she had ever had. Suki's fingers never stopped moving and for the first time ever, Benita was pushed from one orgasm to another. Still Suki continued to swallow and thrust fingers, even as the air in her lungs got thin. When Benita slumped back, lifeless, other than the involuntary twitching, Suki pulled her mouth off of Benita's cock and drew a deep breath. 

By the time Benita had recovered from her first multiple orgasm Suki was already well on her way to licking Benita's groin area clean. Benita laid there and revelled in the tender touches of the tongue of her slave. The tender licks and unexpected bumps, rubs and grinds against Suki's soft skin made Benita's cock swell and stiffen, once again. 

"Good girl, You remembered to clean up after yourself," Benita chuckled as she lightly shoved Suki off of her face. 

Suki moved to the side and kneeled on the bed, her breathing deep and laboured. Benita got up on her knees and looked at Suki with a devilish grin. Without saying a word and with a cocky grin on her face, Benita reached up kissed Suki hard and rough while she grasped a large clump of Suki's hair. Wordlessly and roughly Benita directed Suki by the hair down onto her hands and knees on the centre of the bed. Benita never let go of Suki's hair as she manoeuvred behind Suki and thrust into her. Both Benita and Suki let out a deep, guttural moan as Benita slid her big, fat cock slid into the pussy she owned. 

"Yes, Mistress, Use me for your pleasure!" Suki replied dreamily. 

The moment Suki had dreamed of over and over again this past month had finally come to fruition. Suki almost cried tears of joy as she felt the tug of ownership on the back of her scalp and the splitting of her pussy. Suki never felt so submissive and so turned on than she had at that moment. There was no mistaking the nature of her relationship with Benita. Benita was behind her, in a commanding pose grasping her by the hair and the hip, thrusting madly into her. Suki knew that she was Benita's bitch to be fucked and used as Benita saw fit, and Suki revelled in this knowledge. 

Benita could not get over how much more intense the pleasure of this one fuck was in comparison to her previous fucks. Benita still did not love Suki but she did love what Suki did for her. Benita loved the way her pussy felt wrapped tightly around her cock. Benita loved how Suki sucked her cock and ate her pussy. Yes, Benita even loved to eat Suki's pussy and the way Suki's pussy tasted. Perhaps most of all, Benita loved the way that Suki willingly and consistently submitted to her. Benita could see that it was not a game or some sort of experiment, on Suki's part, this was what Suki really wanted. It was that, above all else which fused the connection between them. 

Passion built and would not be denied so Benita picked up the tempo of the fuck to a savage pace. The timeless drumming of headboard against wall announced that passionate sex was taking place in this room. The slapping of bodies, squeaking of bedsprings coupled with moans and cries of passion completed the unmistakable sexual orchestra. 

"Nita, what do you think you're doing in there!" Elaine demanded indignantly as she banged repeatedly on the door.

"None of your business, Mother!" Benita shouted back, not stopping or slowing her thrusting into Suki's pussy.

"Don't start with me, young lady!" Elaine repeated as she once again banged on the door. 

"I'm a little busy, Mother, go away!" Benita snapped while steadily fucking Suki. 

"You give me no choice, young lady!" Elaine said as she used her key and unlocked the door. 

"You stop that right now!" Elaine demanded as she opened the door and stood in the doorway. 

"Can't I have any privacy?" Benita said firmly and indignantly over her shoulder. 

Benita looked her mother in the eyes with a stern expression, without missing a stroke. Elaine's mouth hung open in shock as she watched Benita repeatedly thrust into Suki. From the angle Elaine was standing she could see the bed on a forty-five degree angle so she had a partial view of cock entering pussy. 

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Elaine demanded in a bewildered tone that she valiantly tried to make sound demanding and commanding. 

"Fucking my girlfriend. What did you think?" Benita replied incredulously, still fucking Suki with powerful strokes. 

"With what?" Elaine asked, confused and stunned. 

"My cock," Benita replied calmly as she pulled out of Suki. 

In retrospect Elaine wished she hadn't asked. Benita got off the bed, and walked towards her mother as her big, fat, cock slick with the juices of her girlfriend's pussy bobbed with each step. Elaine's eyes never wavered from an open-mouthed stare at the largest cock she had ever seen, hanging between her little girl's thighs. 

What blew Elaine's mind was that she could clearly see that this was no strap-on-dildo or other phallic attachment, this was a real cock. Elaine was forced to accept that somehow her darling little girl had a real and true cock, but how had this happened without Elaine knowing?

"Wha . . . Wha . . . What are you doing with . . . that?" Elaine said as she pointed at the cock which was within reach, yet she dared not touch it. 

"I'm a little busy right now, Mother. We'll be out for breakfast in a bit and can talk then," Benita said in a firm tone. 

Benita gently, yet firmly pushed her mother out of her room before she closed and locked the door to her room. Benita walked back to the bed, climbed on it and mounted Suki once more. 

Elaine blinked as she stared at the closed door of her daughter's room and listened as the sounds of sex started up again. Still stunned beyond belief, Elaine turned and walked away, retreating to her bedroom. 

Benita loved the fact that she had just won an argument with her mother for the first time in her life. Benita put an extra punch into her thrusts as a result of the excitement and lift she got out of making her mother back down. Benita now loudly and energetically fucked Suki, making sure that the whole apartment knew how good a fucking she was giving Suki. As hard as Suki tried to keep quiet, she couldn't, and joined Benita crying out in passion, repeatedly. 

Benita's mother Elaine had always been a dominating and controlling force in Benita's life, or rather she tried to be. Elaine had always been focussed on her career so she was not around as much as she perhaps should have been. As a result Benita's upbringing was more of follow the rules when her mother was around and do what she pleased when her mother was not. Benita had learned to be self-reliant from a young age and so as long as her mother stayed out of her business, they would get along fine. Now that Benita was an adult and an emerging Dominant, she had no time for her mother's meddling. 

The savage and victorious fuck could not last long and indeed it didn't. Benita slammed hard one last time into Suki's pussy and deposited her load deep within her slave's pussy. As Suki felt the first blast of Benita's cum, Suki came, glad that she had brought her Mistress pleasure. Both women rode through their orgasms and moaned out their pleasure, not caring who heard them. 

After cleaning themselves up and getting dressed Benita and Suki emerged from Benita's room. Once in the dining room and after breakfast had been served up, Benita began to explain to her parents just what had been happening to her these past few months. Benita told them everything with some measure of modesty, from the first time her clitoris swelled up to taking Suki home the night before. It felt good for Benita to finally tell her parents what had been going on in her life.

"Don't worry, Nita we'll take care of this," Elaine said in a comforting and sympathetic manner. 

"Thank you for your support, Mother, it means a lot to me," Benita smiled as she reached over and squeezed her mother's hand. 

For the moment, mother and daughter were happy and content, in their connection to one another. Benita smiled and was happy that her mother was taking the news better than she had hoped she would.

"They have procedures to correct this sort of thing," Elaine said in the same comforting manner as she smiled at Benita, patting her daughter's hand. 

"Correct?" Benita asked with a raised eyebrow and mildly agitated manner.

"Yes, don't worry dear, we'll have that 'growth' removed and you'll be back to normal in no time," Elaine said in a firm and assuring manner as she smiled warmly at Benita. 

"There's nothing to 'correct,' Mother. I'm fine!" Benita sternly replied as she took back her hand and glared at her mother with hurt in her eyes. 

"Of course you're not! Women don't have those . . . . one of those!" Elaine said in a stern and somewhat flustered tone. 

"There is nothing wrong with my body. Weren't you listening?" Benita said as she stood up and glared at her mother. "This is who I am now! I like my cock and I like the fact that I like women. I wouldn't change a thing, even if I could!" Benita said in a commanding tone as she stood defiant.

"It's not normal!" Elaine said as she stood up and stared her daughter down. "I just don't know how any daughter of mine can stand there and tell me that she likes to be some sort of . . . FREAK!" Elaine said in an angry tone, punctuating the last word, spit flying. 

As soon as that last word left Elaine's mouth fire erupted in Benita's eyes. Before reason and good sense could take hold, Benita's arm left her side. With a quick and powerful blow, Benita slapped her mother before Elaine knew what was happening.  

"I'M NOT A FREAK!" Benita shouted as Elaine held her cheek, staring at Benita through wet eyes of shock.

"Benita, Honey, calm down," Chris, Benita's father said in a calming tone while still seated. 

"Dad, why don't you grow a pair of balls and take control of your wife!" Benita snapped as she turned to leave the room. "She could use a good spanking!" Benita shouted as she left the room. 

Elaine pursued Benita out of the room, and Suki followed after the pair, not sure what to do. Chris was left sitting at the table with a throbbing erection as the image of finally being able to spank and discipline his wife for years of emasculation flashed across his mind.




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 10



"Just where do you think you're going, young lady! We're not done here!" Elaine shouted on the run as she followed Benita into her bedroom. 

"I have school!" Benita shouted as she grasped her shoulder-bag and walked towards the door of her bedroom. 

"We need to talk about this!" Elaine shouted as she followed Benita out of her bedroom.

"I have nothing left to say to you, Mother!" Benita said as she continued to walk towards the door of the apartment. "I've told you everything that's going on with me. I was tired of lying and leading a double life. You know who and what I am, I won't change, not for you or anyone else!" Benita said as she slammed the door behind her and Suki. 

Elaine walked back to the dining room and stewed, she was no less angry and needed and outlet for her anger. As usual, the safe target for her undirected anger was her husband.

"Well, YOU were a lot of help!" Elaine snorted as she entered the room.

"I didn't get much of an opportunity to speak, as usual," Chris scoffed back. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Elaine said as she strode over to where Chris was sitting and stood tall next to him.

Chris just looked up at his wife, took note of her "dominant" stance, and shook his head in dismissive disgust.

"You always fly off the handle and then are left to wonder why she storms off," Chris said calmly and with a disappointed tone of voice. 

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Elaine retorted in angry disgust.

"Listen to her for once," Chris said in angry disappointment.

"I do listen to her! She just doesn't make any sense!" Elaine scoffed back. 

"Look. I don't like this any more than you do. The fact remains that while this is new to us it is not new to her. She sat there and told us not only who and what she is now, but what happened to her to shape her into the person that she is. She did that not to brag or shock us but so we could understand her . . . accept her," Chris said in a steady and calm tone, a tone he always used to calm, his wife down.

"Accept her!" Elaine scoffed. "Accept that MY DAUGHTER has a PENIS? Accept that MY daughter is now a LESBIAN? Are you out of your mind?" Elaine said as she leaned in, trying to intimidate Chris, but it did not affect him.

"She has accepted who and what she is. She's happy and she's found someone who makes her happy and accepts her for who and what she is," Chris said in the same calm tone but his tone slowly got firmer. Chris stood up before he continued. "You can either accept her for who and what she is and continue to have a relationship with your daughter or you can push her away." Chris said in a firm yet friendly tone before he wiped his mouth with his napkin. "The one thing you can't do is change her into what you want her to be. If you try, you'll lose," Chris said and tossed his napkin on his plate and left the table. 

Elaine never spoke; she just stared off to nowhere as she sank down into the nearest chair, deep in thought.



The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 11



Chapter 11

"Candle in the Wind"

"GIRLFRIEND?" Carmen asked in a bit of a snippy tone. "YOU have a GIRLFRIEND? I thought you were on that whor . . . well into 'one-night-stands,' and not into 'tying yourself down'," she added and had to look away as she calmed down.

Intense, burning jealousy burned inside Carmen as she walked beside Benita, yet she kept this disturbing feeling bottled up inside of her. Carmen had not, as yet, told Benita that she was pregnant with their child. Carmen had resisted any of the advances that Benita had made towards Carmen. Carmen had also denied her own desires to start any sort of relationship with Benita. 

"Yes, I have a girlfriend, and she makes me happy. I thought that as my best friend, you would be happy for me. You've been lecturing me on how I shouldn't sleep around so much and I should settle down. Well, I took your advice and found someone to settle down with. What do you want from me?" Benita replied defensively as the pair walked down the high school hall, towards their first class. 

Logically Carmen should be relieved that Benita had found another, healthier and more permanent outlet for her affections. While as a friend, Carmen was happy for Benita to have found someone. As the pregnant mother of their child, however, Carmen wanted Benita to focus on her. Carmen almost opened up her mouth and told Benita right there, but resisted. The middle of the high school hallways didn't seem like the right place to inform someone that they were the "father" of your child.

"Well, I think it's all a bit sudden. I've never even heard of her," Carmen replied in a defensive tone. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she added with a scowl on her face. 

"Well, we've only just started dating! It's not like I'm going to marry her!" Benita scoffed defensively before she chuckled. 

"And you told you parents about your . . . thing . . . And us? You didn't even ask if I was okay with it! What if your parents tell my mother? What then? What am I supposed to do then?" Carmen angrily spat as she scowled at Benita, her anger boiling to the surface.

"I was tired of the lies and the double life! I felt it was time to come clean with them. I didn't think how it would affect you, sorry," Benita replied in an apologetic yet defensive tone.

"That's your problem Ben, you don't think! You do things that you want to do and never sit down and think of how they will affect others . . . of how they will affect me! Then I'M left dealing with the mess YOU make! I have to get to class!" Carmen said as she stomped off, in an agitated mood.

"What the fuck is her problem?" Benita mumbled to herself as she watched Carmen walk away.

Carmen had a miserable day at school and avoided Benita for the rest of the day, not wanting to get into another argument. Someone noticed that Carmen was not her usual self and deeply troubled, and decided to intervene.

Irene, the school councillor was on her way to her office in the mid-afternoon. School had just let out for the day and she was walking back to her office to do some paperwork and perhaps get an early end to the day. Irene almost had a sixth sense for when students were troubled more than just the usual teenage troubles. As Carmen approached, Irene got a strong sense that Carmen needed to talk so she altered her direction and walked over to Carmen. 

"Are you okay, Carmen?" Irene asked as she put her hand on Carmen's shoulder as she walked beside Carmen.

"Yeah, sure," Carmen replied in a fake-calm tone, complete with plastic smile.

"Well you seem distracted today, is there anything you want to talk about? I have some time," Irene asked in a prodding yet inviting manner.

"I . . . I don't think so," Carmen stammered in a confused muddle.

"Whatever you tell me is strictly confidential, come on," Irene said as she directed Carmen over to her office. 

Carmen started to stammer and stutter to protest but realized that she needed someone to talk to. Carmen did tell Irene what was going on but didn't say that Benita had impregnated her but a guy named "Ben." It was a simpler and more palatable answer but still allowed Carmen to talk about the crux of the problem. What to do about the child and should she tell Benita right away? What to do about these jealous feelings about Benita's girlfriend. 

"In the end, what you do is up to you. Remember that there are many options to you: adoption, abortion, keeping your child," Irene said in a knowing and calm manner.

"I know, but I've already decided to keep my baby," Carmen said as she raised her arms and crossed them across her belly. 

"This 'Ben' should help and support you in raising this child, should you ultimately decide to keep it. After all he has a responsibility to you, but ultimately the choice is yours," Irene said in a knowing and confident manner.

"I know, I know . . . he will," Carmen said and had to catch herself from saying "she." 

"As far as this Ben is concerned, you should tell him when you're ready. As far as pursuing any sort of relationship, that's up to you," Irene said with a calm and almost clinical manner. 

"I know; I just don't know if I should. Perhaps we never got together for a reason," Carmen said, not wanting to say that she never dated Benita because she was a woman.

"True. But I do strongly suggest that you tell your mother what has happened, she will be your best source of strength and support through all of this," Irene said in a friendly, yet lecturing manner. 

"Thanks, I will," Carmen said before she got up and left the office. 

Carmen was a nervous wreck as she waited for her mother, Susan to come home. This was one of Susan's later nights so it wasn't until after eight that Susan came home a little tired. Carmen had kept herself busy with cleaning and tidying up of the apartment, so the place was spotless. When Susan entered and saw that the place was cleaner and tidier than it had been in a long time she knew something was up.

"What is it Sweetie?" Susan said as she approached Carmen.

Carmen turned looked her mother in the eyes and her guard came crashing down. Tears were the only answer Carmen could give and before the fourth tear fell, Susan had her baby girl in her arms and held her tight. That was when the dam broke and all of Carmen's pent-up emotions came flooding forth and she cried hard. Somehow Susan was able to guide Carmen over to the couch and sit the pair down so she could hold and comfort her daughter. 

Once the crying stopped Carmen opened up and told her mother the same story she had told Irene, the school counsellor. She didn't mention her own conflicted feelings towards Benita or her emerging submissive side, both of which scared her and she was repressing. Carmen wanted to be completely open and honest with her mother but didn't think her mother would believe the truth. 

"You can't keep this child," Susan said in a sad and sympathetic manner.

"I'm not aborting my child! This is my child and I will raise it!" Carmen replied in a hurt and defensive tone. "Are you sorry you had me?" Carmen added in a hurt tone.

"Honey, I love you dearly and I wouldn't change anything for the world, but raising a child on your own is hard," Susan said in a sympathetic manner.

"You did it, why can't I?" Carmen answered back.

"The last thing you need right now is to be burdened with a child. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you," Susan said in an urging manner.

"So does my baby," Carmen replied sternly.

"Yes, it does, but all I'm saying is let someone else raise it, someone who will be able to give it a better life than you can as a single mother," Susan said and her words resonated inside Carmen's mind. 

As Carmen went to bed she was more confused than she was before, there were too many choices, too many options. The next day at school Carmen went through it on autopilot. She was happy that it was Friday and the week was almost done.

Kody was a slightly chunky guy who still cut an impressive figure; he just had a bit of extra weight on him. Like Carmen, however, that weight was well distributed around his body. His short brown hair was styled shorter on the sides and back but longer on the top, spiked up a bit almost to a flattop. He walked with a confident swagger and somehow his approach was missed by Carmen. 

"Hey, Carmen, we still up for movies tonight?" Kody asked as he put his hand on Carmen's back. 

"AH!" Carmen squealed and jumped in shock. "Sorry," Carmen added as she calmed down a bit.

"Didn't mean to scare you, just wanted to know if we were still on for movies tonight?" Kody asked as he pulled his hand off of Carmen and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Movies? Right, yes, tonight . . . Absolutely, looking forward to it," Carmen said with a smile up into Kody's face.

"Okay, see you at seven then," Kody said as he leaned in and gave Carmen a peck on the lips before he swaggered off.

That night Carmen did enjoy her movie date with Kody. They had been out a few times and she enjoyed his company. Tonight, she needed a slice of "normalcy" and a respite from her "carrying Benita's child" troubles. Through the movie Kody had managed to get his arm around Carmen's shoulder, or rather she let him. Carmen even pretended not to notice when he slyly caressed the far side of her far breast. 

After the movie was over they shared a cup of coffee at a trendy coffee shop on Whyte Avenue. The topic of the conversation was small talk and almost trivial compared with what Carmen was facing. The levity was a welcome reprieve and Carmen didn't want the evening to end, for once it did, her troubles would come crashing in again. 

Carmen and Kody held hands as he walked Carmen back to her place. The evening was light and warm and the mood was friendly, yet the air was thick with sexual tension. As they rounded the last corner and Carmen could see her building not that far off she knew a choice was coming. 

The decision she had to make was if she should let Kody get into her pants. Since pregnancy was not a problem, it made her decision a bit easier. Carmen wanted to know what sex with a guy was like and perhaps, just perhaps if she opened her legs to Kody he might stick around. Carmen was still afraid of raising her child on her own and hoped that perhaps she could get Kody to be the surrogate father for her baby.

"Well, here we are," Kody said as he stood tall, smiling charmingly at Carmen. 

"Yeah," Carmen replied, looking up into Kody's face with a coy, yet alluring smile.

Kody leaned in and kissed Carmen on the lips with a soft and romantic kiss. As a result Carmen's sexual desire started to rise, since Kody was a good kisser. Before the kiss was broken, Carmen was curious to know just what else Kody was good at. 

"Wanna come up?" Carmen said as the kiss was over, yet still she held Kody tight.

"Won't your mom be there?" Kody asked as he stroked Carmen's back.

"No, she works till ten tonight," Carmen replied as she looked up at Kody, biting her lower lip.

"In that case, I'd love to come up," Kody replied with a cocky smile.

Once they were inside the safety of Carmen's room clothes exploded as they disrobed each other at the same time. Kody was only momentarily delayed by the workings of Carmen's bra. Kody's hands were all over Carmen's breasts as soon as the bra was removed. 

Carmen's mind was quickly turning to mush as Kody's magic hands caressed her breasts with skill and practiced precision. Carmen didn't remember the rest of her or Kody's clothes being removed, nor how she ended up on her back on the bed. 

When Kody's lips wrapped around her left nipple, Carmen moaned deep and loud. Carmen was fast learning how much she loved having her breasts played with. Carmen just laid there as Kody's lips, tongue and fingers explored her bosom relishing in the pleasure. 

Carmen giggled as pleasure radiated from her pussy as Kody's fingers found her nether-slit. Without taking his mouth or attention away from Carmen's breasts Kody began to stroke and tease her pussy. Carmen signalled this was okay with her by opening her legs, to give him access. Kody reacted by licking his way down Carmen's body in a casual trail down to her pussy. 

Carmen shuddered when Kody's tongue first flicked across her clitoris. Carmen shifted her body so Kody could comfortably lean over the edge of the bed and eat her pussy. Carmen slumped down and surrendered her body to the assault of Kody's tongue and fingers. Kody was as good at eating pussy as he was at kissing, it seemed. Carmen could only twitch and moan as a result of Kody's ministrations. Conscious thought and coherent speech was not something Carmen was capable of while Kody worked his magic on her pussy. 

As Kody continued to eat Carmen's pussy, Carmen's excitement continued to build to a crescendo. When the moment finally arrived and Carmen's orgasm hit she grasped Kody by the hair. As wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her body Carmen pulled Kody's face closer and closer into her pussy almost smothering him with it. When her orgasm had finally subsided, Carmen could think of only one thing. 

"Fuck me!" Carmen demanded as she looked down between her legs. 

"I was kinda hoping you would return the favour," Kody said as he stood up and looked at his cock. 

"FUCK ME!" Carmen repeated in a sterner and more demanding tone of voice, with fire in her eyes. 

"Okay," Kody chuckled as he reached for his pants. 

After Kody pulled a condom out of his wallet he sheathed his respectable six inch cock and crawled up onto the bed. Carmen had moved to the centre of the bed, eager and desperate to get fucked. Kody smirked an arrogant smirk as he positioned himself above Carmen and unceremoniously mounted her. As Kody's cock slid into her, Carmen moaned and loved the sensation, yet had a flashback to her time with Benita. 

Kody withdrew his cock and then slid it back in, beginning the time-honoured dance of lovers on Carmen's bed. Kody kept up a steady pace of fucking. 

As Carmen was getting steadily drilled she was in love with the sensation of a cock inside her pussy. A thought flashed across her mind, since she was already pregnant why not fuck any and all comers? Didn't she deserve some pleasure during her time of troubles? So why not allow herself some, so what if it meant to "slut out" a bit. Carmen wasn't sure if it was just the lust and hormones talking and dismissed this line of thought. 

As Kody's own orgasm approached he picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. This elicited a shudder of pleasure and a comment that, in retrospect Carmen wished she hadn't said.

"Oh god Ben, I love your cock!" Carmen moaned out as her second orgasm quickly approached. 

"Who the fuck is Ben?" Kody asked in between huffing breaths. 

"Shutup and fuck me!" Carmen demanded in a moaning whine as she threw her legs around Kody's waist to prevent him from pulling out. 

Kody continued the fuck even past when he climaxed into his condom. It was not that much longer before Carmen's second orgasm of the night hit her. Carmen clutched Kody tight as pleasure wracked her body. 

Carmen didn't let up her death grip on Kody till pleasure released its grip on her. When Carmen slumped down onto the bed lifeless, Kody pulled out of Carmen and got off the bed. 

"Who's Ben? Your boyfriend or something?" Kody asked in a slightly disgusted manner as he removed his condom and threw into a nearby garbage can. 

"Ben? What?" Carmen asked with a confused expression, as she watched Kody clean his cock with a Kleenex. 

"As we were fucking, you said 'Ben, I love your cock' . . . WHO'S BEN?" Kody repeated as he got dressed. 

"He's a guy I dated for a bit before you. I didn't know I was pregnant when we broke up . . ." Carmen started to stammer. She was not sure what she was saying or why, just spinning what sounded like a believable story. 

"HOLD IT!" Kody interrupted. "You're pregnant with some other guy's kid?" Kody asked sternly as he looked at Carmen in a demanding manner. 

"Yes," Carmen replied in a meek and scared manner.

"What, are you shopping for a 'daddy' or something?" Kody said in disgust as he started to dress. 

"No, I . . . I like you . . . that's all," Carmen stammered as she watched Kody continue to get dressed. 

"I can't be with you even if I wanted to! You belong with this . . . Ben guy. You owe it to your baby to be with its father! You can't just move on to another guy because you feel like it!" Kody said as he pulled on his shoes. 

"It's not that simple!" Carmen urged.

"Mothers and fathers should be together! If you want to be with me, have this Ben guy tell me it's okay, and then we'll see . . . maybe. Till then . . . see ya!" Kody said in a stern manner before he walked out of the room and apartment. 

Carmen slumped over on the bed, still nude and cried her embarrassment and tears. Carmen never left the bed, she just pulled the covers up to her head curled in a ball and cried herself to sleep . . . again.

Saturday morning came early and Benita was in too good a mood when she and Suki came by to pick Carmen up for the day of shopping on Whyte Avenue. The last thing Carmen wanted to do was see or hear anything about Benita's girlfriend. Now not only did she hear about her, she met her and had to endure Benita and Suki's frequent and varied public displays of affection. Carmen almost made up an excuse to bow out early but stuck it out and finished the day of shopping. 

What aggravated Carmen was the fact that, all things considered, Carmen liked Suki. What was worse was that Suki seemed to be a calming influence on Benita as her roving eye was reduced considerably. On one hand Carmen wanted to shove Suki under a bus to get her away from "her Benita." On the other hand Carmen liked Suki and felt like she was good for Benita. 

Once the day was over and Carmen was ascending the stairs of her apartment building her mind began to swim once more. Carmen had too many solutions to her problems, too much advice. This made the already confusing situation that much more confusing; the muddy waters were made much more murky. As Carmen wondered and prayed for some sort of guide to help her through the forest, the answer hit her: Stacey. 

Without bothering to call, Carmen walked the ten blocks to Stacey's place and was not turned away, but rather welcomed in with a friendly hug. Stacey fixed them both a soothing camomile tea and while they sipped it, Carmen told Stacey what had happened since they last met on Wednesday of this week. Stacey never interrupted but simply listened to Carmen talk. Stacey waited till Carmen had talked herself out before she spoke. 

"So what are you going to do?" Stacey asked calmly as she sipped her tea.

"That's just it, I don't know!" Carmen replied with confusion in her eyes. 

"Give it time and the right solution will just come to you," Stacey assured in as calm a voice as she could. 

"I don't think so, the longer I think on this the more stressed and confused I get," Carmen said, letting her fear leak into her voice and onto her face. "I just wish someone would tell me what to do," Carmen added as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"A few people have," Stacey replied with assurance, "You just have to decide whose advice you want to take," she added with calming comfort.

"No, not advice, just tell me what to do!" Carmen said with a fear and pleading in her eyes. 

Stacey looked at Carmen with a raised eyebrow, cocked her head to the side. She was tempted but resisted the impulse; instead she shook her head and sipped her tea.

"You don't mean that," Stacey replied dismissively.

"Yes, I do," Carmen replied calmly, with a nod of her head. "I guess I need someone to give me clarity," she added with a slightly muddled expression.




The Whyte Butterfly Ch. 11



"So, clarity in knowing what to tell these people or clarity on how to live your life?" Stacey asked with a raised eyebrow, carefully examining Carmen.

Carmen paused for a moment to consider that very point. It took a moment of furrowed brow for Carmen to be able to articulate exactly what it was that she was searching for.

"I guess I just want simplicity," Carmen said plainly, looking to Stacey with a look that begged to be understood.

"Simplicity?" Stacey asked curiously. 

"There is so much coming at me all at once. So many choices, so many things that I am supposed to do; things I'm not supposed to do. I want someone to sort through all that and just tell me what I need to do right now," Carmen explained with calming rationality as she looked at Stacey, hoping she didn't think the idea was crazy. 

"So, you'd be willing to give up control of your life to this person, in exchange for the simplicity and clarity you seek?" Stacey asked inquisitively, yet underneath there was a knowing manner.

"Well, I guess so, I guess I'd have to," Carmen replied with a thoughtful look on her face. 

"What made you think of this? Have you done something like this before?" Stacey asked as she sipped on her tea. 

"Well, there was an incident with Ben a little while back. She had heard enough of me complaining that I wanted to get a guy, so finally she ordered me to show more cleavage, she even specified how many buttons to show. It worked; I caught the attention of Kody. Okay it didn't work out with Kody but at least the theory was sound," Carmen said calmly as she looked at Stacey, before she added, "Do you think I'm nuts?"

"I don't think you're nuts. I just wanted to know how much you had thought this through, how much you understood of Domination and submission before I suggested it," Stacey said calmly, as if she was talking about the weather.

"Domination and submission?" Carmen replied with a slightly fearful tone. "Is that what I think it is?" she added in an uneasy manner.

"It is exactly what you described, you would do what I say and in return I would tell you what to do. You would be responsible to do what I say, exactly how I say it and I would be responsible to guide you on the path that is best for you," Stacey explained in a calm and instructing tone of voice. 

"Isn't that all about sex and stuff?" Carmen asked in the same uneasy manner as she looked at Stacey with a raised eyebrow. 

"It can involve sex but it doesn't have to. Domination and submission is about control, pure and simple. Let me ask you, did you like it when Benita told you to show more cleavage? How did you feel when you complied? Did you like it?" Stacey asked in a knowing manner and with a smirk on her face.

"Yes," Carmen replied sheepishly and shifted in her seat.

"I can give you the clarity and simplicity you seek . . . if you want," Stacey replied with hidden and restrained sexual excitement and desire.

"How does it work? Can I put limits on this?" Carmen asked in a meek and unsure tone of voice. 

"You give me control over the areas of your life that you are comfortable with. With any order I give you, ultimately you have the right to refuse," Stacey said in a factual and instructional manner. 

"Wow, so like I could say no sex and no nudity, right?" Carmen asked with a fearful and uncomfortable tone of voice. 

"Yes," Stacey replied confidently.

"And nobody has to know about this?" Carmen asked, still unsure.

"It will be just between you and I," Stacey assured. 

"Well, I suppose I could . . ." Carmen started out but Stacey cut her off. 

"NO! Not now. Go home and think about it. I want you to be sure that it is what you want to do, and not some impulse or confused emotional state," Stacey interrupted and spoke in a calm and confident manner. 

"Sure," Carmen replied with a nod of her head. 

All day Sunday and on into Monday Carmen wondered why she had suggested such a radical and seemingly weak way out from her problems. Yet it felt like something deeper was driving her, some as yet unspoken need. Carmen did like it when Benita had ordered her to show more cleavage. Even now as she walked down the street she still showed the exact amount of cleavage that Benita had ordered her to. Even now Carmen was following and being faithful to the last order she had been given. Carmen still felt the world crashing in around her and wanted some protection from it, some shelter from the storm. 

Carmen spent the evening reading and researching Domination and submission as well as BDSM online. The more she read about it, the more it made sense to her. Carmen could see how the relationship between Dominant and submissive could be used for the benefit of the submissive. As well the potential for great hurt, harm and abuse was there as well, which is why it was necessary to select a Dominant that she could trust. That was when Carmen felt that not only was this something that she could do, but wanted to do. As well the way Stacey had introduced it, waiting for Carmen to mention and articulate it showed Carmen that Stacey was trustworthy. 

It wasn't until Wednesday evening that Carmen plucked up the courage and walked over to Stacey's place. By now Carmen had not only adjusted to and accepted the idea of submitting to Stacey but she was looking forward to it. Carmen was still not ready to have sex with or have a romantic relationship with Stacey. This seemed like an extension of and deepening of their friendship, as long as they stayed away from sex and nudity, Carmen saw no problem with it. 

"Hi, Carmen, come in," Stacey said as she opened up the door and motioned for the nervous Carmen to come inside. 

"Hi, Stacey," Carmen said as she walked inside the apartment. 

"What brings you around?" Stacey asked in a friendly manner as she closed and locked the door. 

"Well, I've been thinking about what we talked about," Carmen said in a nervous manner. Carmen's eyes lingered on Stacey's ass as she followed her to the living room. 

"And?" Stacey asked as she sat in the comfy chair and looked at Carmen in a confident manner. 

"I would like to try it. If I do submit to you and I change my mind later, can I back out?" Carmen asked as she sat down on the couch. 

"Yes, absolutely. I won't keep you if you are not happy serving me," Stacey assured in a confident manner.

"Oh, good," Carmen said, sounding quite relieved. 

"Now you do understand that what you are doing is submitting to me constantly. It doesn't matter if I am with you or not, you are still my slave and I am still your Mistress. Is that something you're ready for?" Stacey asked with a raised eyebrow of poorly hidden sexual excitement. 

"Well the names scare me a bit but I am ready to submit to you, like we agreed, no sex and no nudity. But yes, I am understand that you are in control of me at all times," Carmen said in a slightly less nervous manner than before. 

"Don't let the labels scare you, it will be just as we discussed and you can refuse any order you really don't agree with. As well, at any time, if you are not happy, just talk to me and we will end this," Stacey assured in a calming and comforting manner. 

"Well, okay then, let's do this," Carmen said in a somewhat confident tone with a nervous smile. 

"Okay, move the coffee table out of the way and kneel before me," Stacey said with a confident tone as she sat up straight.

"Why?" Carmen asked with a sceptical tone and a raised eyebrow.

"There is a brief 'ritual', if you will, to 'formalize' our new relationship. It won't take long, but it is important, to help set the right mindset," Stacey said in a confident yet reassuring tone. 

"Okay," Carmen replied with a nod. 

Carmen got up, moved the coffee table over to one side, and kneeled down in front of Stacey. As Carmen looked up into Stacey's eyes from her place on the floor she could already feel Stacey's dominance. Carmen shuddered and felt a chill run down her spine, a chill which scared and exited her. 

Stacey smiled an arrogant smile that she tried to hide but did a poor job at as she leaned forward and grasped Carmen by the hair at the back of her head. With a firm, yet gentile tug Stacey wordlessly made Carmen look up, almost to the ceiling. Carmen shuddered again as she saw Stacey move forward and place her head above Carmen, facing her. Stacey's face was right above Carmen's and they were so close that they could almost kiss. 

Involuntarily, Carmen licked her lips and awaited the kiss. Carmen already felt her own lust and desire for Stacey grow within her and her pussy already started to get wet. Carmen was not sure she could resist Stacey if she pressed things to the sexual.

"I Stacey Cornish, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Carmen Vergane and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in any way I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Stacey said in a commanding and very dominant manner looking right into Carmen's eyes. 

"Yes . . . Ma'am," Carmen replied in a submissive tone her eyes never wavering from Stacey's eyes. 

"From now on, when we are in private, you will address me as 'Mistress,' understood?" Stacey said in a commanding tone as she released Carmen's hair and sat back up straight.

"Yes, Mistress," Carmen replied and a shudder of pleasure shot down her spine and to her pussy.

"Hold your hair up away from your neck," Stacey commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," Carmen replied submissively. 

Stacey reached into a nearby end-table drawer and pulled out a slave collar and held it up in front of her. Carmen's eyes went wide as she examined it and then looked back up into Stacey's eye.

"This is your collar. This is your symbol of my ownership of you and as you wear it, it will serve as a constant reminder of your place in our relationship. You will proudly wear this whenever you are in private. Do you understand?" Stacey asked in a confident and unwavering manner. 

"Yes, Mistress," Carmen replied before Stacey leaned forward and fastened the collar around Carmen's neck. 

Stacey reached into the same end-table drawer and pulled out a simple leash and held it up. Once again Carmen examined the leash and then looked up at Stacey. 

"This is my leash. This is my symbol of my authority over you," Stacey said before she leaned forward. 

Stacey clipped the leash to the D-ring of Carmen's collar and held up the other end, pulling it tight. 

"As I clip in onto your collar the cycle will be complete and the true nature of our relationship is made clear; I lead, you follow, I command, you obey. Do you understand?" Stacey asked in a commanding and confident manner as she looked into Carmen's eyes.

"Yes, Mistress," Carmen replied submissively. 

"Good, I knew you would," Stacey said as she patted Carmen's head. 

For a brief moment both women remained still and enjoyed the simple moment between Mistress and slave. Both were peaceful and content and didn't want to move to break the spell of the moment. Knowing the moment had to end sooner or later Stacey unclipped the leash from Carmen's collar and sat back up straight.

"Now put the coffee table back where you found it and sit down on the couch," Stacey ordered in a firm yet friendly manner.

"Yes, Mistress," Carmen replied and at once got up and complied.

As Carmen did the simple thing of moving the coffee table and sitting on the couch, she felt different. Carmen started to feel at peace, as if she had found the shelter from the storm she had been seeking. Carmen ran her fingers around her collar and explored it for a moment. Carmen then folded her hands in her lap and looked to Stacey, waiting for her next order. 

"Now we need to discuss your diet and exercise regimen. We need to make sure that you are healthy and fit as your body goes through the many changes that pregnancy will bring you. Don't worry, we will get through this together, I promise you," Stacey said in a calm and confident tone of voice as she looked Carmen in the eyes.

"Thank you, Mistress," Carmen replied submissively, with a sigh, knowing that she had made the right choice. Carmen had found the clarity and simplicity she had been seeking and so desperately needed.