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   "It All Began with His Fingers"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Donna smiled when she entered the laundry room with her family's dirty
clothes and saw a young Alaskan man stuffing laundry into a washing
machine. She was so used to her husband that she always liked to see a man
who was not above helping out, and since the man's laundry included women's
clothes as well as men's and he was wearing a ring, Donna was sure he was
very much appreciated.

   She also smiled at his ruffled hair and slightly disheveled look.  His
creamy tan skin was flushed in his face.

   "Wife give you a work out tonight?" she asked the total stranger with a
laugh.

   He smiled awkwardly but said, "Something like that," in a deep native
accent that surprised her given the Russian look of his face.  She'd
guessed him to be only half-native and likely raised with white kids in the
city.

   She smiled again, warmly as she started working on her own laundry. 
Then she stopped, and gave the handsome young man -- she thought he was
probably in his early twenties -- an appraising look.  Then she asked,
"We're total strangers and we don't know each other at all and will
probably never see on another again, so do you mind if I ask you an
embarrassing question?"

   Her east-coast-raised forthrightness charmed some Alaskans, frightened
or offended others -- but it caught them all off-guard.  After a moment,
though, the young man answered her with a simple, slanted nod.

   Donna took a deep breath, glanced towards the door, and just let it out.
Bluntness was her primary trait.  "Do you ever, you know, touch your wife
with your fingers?"

   His cheeks turned crimson, but he didn't flinch.  Instead he took a
moment, looked at the floor a lot, and then said, "Sure."

   She screwed up her mouth.  "Shit," she said carelessly.  "I was hoping
it was a guy hang-up.  My husband, god love him, won't do it.  I mean, I
love his, you know, but, god, sometimes a girl likes some finger action,
you know?""

   He was again quiet, but this time he was looking her over.  Donna was
comfortable with, even proud of, her appearance.  She was thirty-five, had
two kids and a husband, and was still in good shape.  She was five-eight
and a size 8 with a narrow waist, a full chest, rounded hips, and a perfect
bun-shaped ass.  She thought her legs were still as smooth and shapely as
ever, and she knew she had a pretty face.  Her complexion was
peaches-and-cream, her hair dark brown with some blonde highlights, her
eyes hazel.  She was not a flirter, but she still hoped the young man liked
what he saw.

   "I find it hard to believe," he said at last, "that there's anything
your man would refuse you."

   Despite herself, it was Donna's turn to blush.  She'd been looking for
insight into the male psyche, not fishing for a compliment.  God, she was
embarrassed.  She wasn't even dressed nice.  It was Alaska, and it was nine
degrees below zero.  She was wearing black jeans and a suede jacket, had no
makeup on, and her hair was just back in a sloppy pony tail.

   "Thanks," she managed, trying to avoid the rudeness of refusing a
compliment.  She took the chance then to turn around the discomfort, back
onto him.  "It's just that as great as it is to be filled to the brim,
sometimes it's nice to feel a little more explored -- plus it's kind of a
sacrifice 'cause it's sexual for her but not for him."

   "It should be very sexual for him," the young man corrected.

   Donna couldn't help but notice that his gaze was on the front of her
jeans.  "You're very sweet.  Your wife must be very happy."

   "It doesn't take much sweetness to feel the thrill of watching a woman
explode around your handiwork."

   At this point, Donna was well beyond her own comfort, something which
rarely happened to her, so she tried to focus on her laundry and let the
conversation go.  Picking up on her cue, the young man closed the lid on
his washing machine and left, waving goodbye to her with what she was
certain was a deliberate waggling of his wingers.

   Fidelity and common sense duly acknowledged, she recognized a warmth
between her legs and found her gaze lingering on the door which shut behind
him.

   That evening, Donna sprung on Mike like she hadn't in a while.  Once the
kids had been put to bed, she slipped into black cotton panties and a black
nightgown which was all sheer and lace.  She had put on no bra and knew
that her soft brown nipples could be seen.  Then, like a cat in heat, she
pounced on her husband as he sat on the couch.  She covered his face with
wet kisses, straddling his lap.  His hands went instinctively to her ass,
but as she sucked on his lower lip and pressed her chest into his, Donna
guided one of those hands between her legs.

   "Please, baby," she begged in ear, grinning against the hand she held
against her.

   Mike grunted and rolled her onto her back.  He tugged off her panties
and lowered his pants to show a quick erection.  He turned off the TV,
turned out the lights, and came to her.  She felt his hand on her thigh and
she guided it in toward her exposed pussy, but he just grunted against and
brought his cock up to the gate.  She was plenty wet, so it wasn't painful,
and he was skilful with his large, hard tool.  She raised her legs and
wrapped them about his waist.  It was a good fuck.

   It just wasn't what she had wanted.

   That night, as they lay in bed, their naked backs pressed against one
another, her fingertips trailed along her thighs, teasing herself.  Sighing
softly she parted her thighs and allowed her fingernails to play lightly on
the most sensitive part of her thighs, just before the opening to her love.
As she heard the start of Mike's snoring, she grew bolder, and lifted her
leg enough to allow access to the soft skin between her pussy and her ass.
It was almost ticklish, even to her own touch.  She shivered and very
nearly plunged a digit into herself.  Ass or pussy, she wasn't sue, but she
pulled her hand away, just the same.  She couldn't really masturbate in bed
with her sleeping husband.

   And, yet, she so desperately ached to feel fingers inside her, to feel
each wall stroked individually at the same time, to feel the sharp but
momentary pinch of finger nails, to feel the different patterns of movement
all at once in a flurry of chaos inside her.  Like that, her finger was
pressing against the warmth of her naked, exposed lips.  She slowly drew
her right leg up and, as her ass pressed into her husband's, she slowly,
achingly worked her finger up and down her slit.  Moisture slowly began to
build, warmth to increase, until the soft flesh parted without any force on
her part.

   And the moment it did, she felt a trickle on her thigh, and her
restraint was gone.  Her finger was inside her, working in and out slowly,
but insistently.  It plunged downward, as deep as it could and then came
out at a different angle, tweaking her clit on its way.  She bit her lip
and worked harder.  She could hear the wet movements, but her husband
seemed oblivious, so she added a second finger.

   Donna spread the two fingers and moved them independently, stretching
herself out.  At first she tried to think of her husband's admittedly
beautiful cock splitting her as she frigged herself, but the sensation of
her fingers was to different.  She thought mainly of herself, wishing the
lights were on so that she could watch her elegant fingers prying,
prodding, and sliding around inside her pussy.

   And then she added a third finger, and had to bite her cheeks to stop
from grunting aloud.  The longer she pounded herself the quicker and harder
she pounded, the more frantic the movements of the fingers became...  As
she felt herself nearing climax, her muscles tensed, and she hunched,
pulling away from her husband except for a bit of ass-to-ass contact, and
then, as drew ever nearer the peak, her heart began to flutter, she grew
light-headed, and she suddenly saw the young man from the laundry room in
her mind.  He was exotic and handsome, and, she now realized, had a quiet,
smoldering something that was neither rugged nor sophisticated but
somewhere in between.  And she imagined his fingers inside her -

   -- And she burst.  She literally bit on her tongue to keep from
screaming out loud as her body bucked and she felt her inner walls tremble
and convulse around her fingers.  With each spasm she felt herself squirt,
and she heard the ejaculation fluid splatter on the bed beside her.  She
wished she had been able to see the waterworks.

   After that, of course, Mike stirred.  "You okay, honey?" he asked.

   "Yeah, sorry, just coughing," she apologized.  "I'll go get a drink of
water."

   She rose slowly from the bed, allowing her body to roll over her own
juices on the bedding.  She hoped Mike didn't roll over onto her side of
the bed.  Donna went to the bathroom, closed the door, and took a drink of
water, trying to catch her breath.  She looked at herself in the mirror. 
Her face was flushed, her hair ragged, her chest still pounding visibly. 
But her eyes sparkled.  She reached down and touched her wet pussy.  She
thought of the young man again, of his native complexion and eastern
European features, and his reserved manner.

   Before she even realized what she was doing, she had one foot up on the
toilet seat and was humping down against all of her fingers on her right
hand, contracted into one mass.  She imagined the young man kneeling before
her, his fingers feeling her warm depths.  She imagined him smiling and
looking up at her with admiration and appreciation.  She humped harder and
frigged harder, and it didn't take very long before she was shaking with a
second orgasm, a gush of love juice emptying into the toilet below her with
each spasm.

   When she was able, Donna sat naked on the edge of the tub, unsure
whether she felt great or felt guilty.  She'd never cheated on Mike, never
even fantasized about it.  Clearly, though, she was hungering for something
he wasn't giving her, and she had found a fantasy man who was providing it
for her in her mind.  She never did decide that night how she felt about
it, but she did sleep very, very well.

   The rest of that week, Donna fought against the urge to finger herself
again.  She didn't want to cheat on Mike, even in her mind, and she felt as
if she had.  Her resolve lasted until she came home for a quiet lunch one
day, and saw the young man going into his apartment further down to the
other end of the building.  Suddenly, as she made her food, she was
thinking about how easy it would be for her to walk to and pay a visit to
him.  To offer him the chance to touch her.  To have the chance to feel his
skilful fingers on her.  In her.

   She set her sandwich down and began caressing the outside of her thighs.
The middle-aged woman was wearing black tights and a fuzzy powder-blue
turtle neck sweater with her hair down.  She thought the young man would
probably like the look on her.  And as she thought that, she slowly parted
her legs and ran her hands along the inside of her thighs.  He was right
down there, only a half dozen apartments away...  and maybe he was sitting
there, stroking himself, thinking of her.  Thinking of the look he could
put on her face, the blush he could bring to her entire body.

   Donna quivered and squeezed her thighs around her hands.  She tried to
force herself to remember that the young man was himself married, and with
that thought she sat down to her sandwich.  She couldn't get the warmth
from between her legs, however, nor the hot young man from her mind.  After
she'd eaten she took her trash to the bin, a route which necessarily took
her by his apartment.  She hoped to catch a glimpse of him, no matter that
such sneaking around made her feel like a little school girl.

   Nothing on her way out, but she walked more slowly on her way back.  She
still didn't see anything.  She hear an earful though.

   "Oh, god, Brian," a high female voice said in gasps.  "Don't slow down.
Please don't slow down." Some grunting, male and female.  Then, "Yes, yes,
Brian, just like that.  Oh, stroke that fucking cock!  Yes, cum all over my
chest!  Oh, god!  Oh, god!  I'm almost there!  Yes!  All your fingers! 
Yes! Yes!  Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

   Donna heard the woman, presumably his wife scream at the top of his
lungs, heard him give a quiet, definitive grunt, and then she left in a
hurry.  When she got back to her apartment, she hardly waited to shut the
door behind her before her hand was inside her tights and she was frigging
herself like a madwoman.  Only now she didn't care about the finer points
of a finger caress, she just wanted to make love to that young man -- and,
since she couldn't, she thought of him fingering his wife while
masturbating over her tender body and abused herself with her own fingers.

   It wasn't enough.  She'd never done anything like this before in her
life, but Donna found herself lowering her tights and panties so that she
could turn and start rubbing her cunt on the door knob.  "Oh, god!" she
moaned thinking of Brian as she humped against the handle.  She wish she
could take the doorknob inside herself, but she settled for rubbing her
clit on the cold metal as best she could, and before long she came with a
jerk and ended up banging her head into the door.

   "Oh, god," she groaned, collapsing on the floor.  "What am I doing?"

   A couple of days later, she spied Brian's wife coming out of the
apartment.  She was a pretty, thin blonde with lots of wavy hair and a glam
approach to her makeup.  Seeing her helped cement Donna's resolve to try
and push this ridiculous fantasy from her mind.  With a wife like that,
Brian didn't need anything else on the side.

   Her resolve was once again short-lived, however.  A few days later, she
and Mike were again getting romantic after the kids were in bed.  She took
him by the hand and led him into the bathroom.  She removed her clothes
leaving them in a pile on the floor, and knelt before him.  She slowly
freed him from his jeans and began rubbing his cock with her hands.

   "You look delicious, baby," she purred, looking up and him, naked and on
fire.  As he hardened in her hands, she leaned in and placed a soft, moist
kiss on the side of his manhood.

   But she smiled and laughed naughtily.  She got up, planting both feet on
the toilet seat, and crouched down.  She used two fingers from her left
hand to spread herself open and rubbed vigorously with her right hand. 
"Oh, god, Mike, you're so hot," she told him as she pleasured herself with
her hands.

   "Fuckin' A," he grunted, taking off his shirt and standing in front of
her.  "You ain't so bad yourself, babe."

   He watched her masturbate before him for a few minutes before
approaching, placing his hands on her hips and planting a rough, masculine
kiss on her lips.  "Yeah, baby," Donna groaned, guiding one hand from her
hip around between her thighs.  She took pressed one finger inside her,
gasping as she felt its calloused strength inside her.

   "I'm not puttin' my fingers in there," he protested, pulling his hand
back.  "Keep playin' with yourself, though."

   She did as she was told, frigging herself and watching as he stroked
himself.  "Fuck him," she thought, "I'm not some porno for him to get off
watching." She removed all restraints from her mind and just abandoned
herself to thoughts of Brian and his fingers.  She rubbed harder, reaching
out with her other hand to grab to the sink for balance.

   "Oh yeah, that's it," Mike told her, stroking harder as he watched her
rub her pussy raw.  "That's a good slut."

   She closed her eyes, thinking of the handsome young native from the
laundry room.  "Oh god!" she groaned reaching deep inside to squeeze her
clit repeatedly.  "Oh, yeah, oh god!" she cried out, thinking of Brian. 
And when, a moment later, she felt plops of cum fall on her chest and start
trickling down her torso, she imagined they were Brian's.  "Oh, god, baby,
yes!" she called, falling off the toilet into her husband's arms as she
came, legs shaking out from under her as she opened up and let loose her
love juices.

   After that evening, Donna watched for Brian constantly.  When she
finally saw him enter the laundry room, she followed.  She was wearing
jeans again, but this time with a white long-sleeved blouse over a
long-sleeved thermal undershirt.  Brian, she had noted was wearing very
tight jeans and a t-shirt.  Like most natives, he didn't consider it cold
until it was below -20F and it was only -14.

   Donna began to have second doubts about this.  What was her plan?  To go
up to the young man and say, "Wanna stick your fingers inside an
middle-aged married woman's desperately needy cunt?"

   Fortunately, she was spared the rest of the debate.  He saw her and
smiled with a quite Native Alaskan male expression of amusement and
pleasure.  "Hello again," he said.  "You still having trouble with..." --
he wiggled his fingers in her direction -- "your stubborn husband?"

   Despite all her own intentions, the pretty brunette found herself
blushing.  She sank back against one of the walls and looked at him for a
moment before nodding, and simply saying, "Yes."

   He shook his head and looked her body over slowly.  "I don't get it," he
said frankly.  His eyes were settled on her thighs as he spoke, and she
found herself squirming under his attention.

   "Well, I'm sure if he was married to a hot blonde like you are, he'd be
all over it," Donna said, desperately fishing for a compliment.

   She got one.  Brian pursed his lips.  "My wife's nothing like you," he
said in a tone which made it clear this comparison favored her in his mind.

   "What do you mean?" Donna pressed, deciding she might as well press the
issue.

   He shrugged one shoulder.  "She's pretty, but she doesn't have that much
shape...  You're..." Now he hesitated, clearly thinking about how blunt to
be.  "You're in fantastic condition, you're thin, but you still have all
the shape a woman should have...  even a little roundness to your thighs...
what man wouldn't want his hand in there?"

   Donna was now too aroused to be taken aback by his unusual candor. 
Instead, she returned it in action.  She wordlessly reached down and
lowered the zipper on her pants, revealing the front of her scarlet
string-bikini cut panties with satin design work.  Trembling anxiously she
looked at the young native man and simply asked the question with her eyes:
oh god, Brian, would you please?

   Brian smiled quietly, and moved to lock the laundry door and close the
blinds.  Neither said a word during what ensued, and each bit a lip to try
and stifle the moans and grunts of pleasure which their bodies inevitably
produced.  They did not kiss.  They kept their faces apart so they could
watch one another eyes.  She saw fire in his, a passion to consume mixed
with a pride in his own skill.  In her eyes, Brian could doubtless see
need, release, and wonder all swirling about.

   His touch was unreal.  He began slowly, but insistently.  He tugged her
jeans down around her hips and stroked two fingers on her panties, pressing
a crease in them over her slit.  When the dark red panties were further
darkened with Donna's moisture, he pulled them to the side, and used his
ring and index finger to pry her lips apart.  She whimpered helplessly. 
She had never felt anything like it.  He was loving and gentle, but still
strong and commanding.  He would not hurt her, but he was past taking no
for an answer.

   But Donna had no intentions of changing her mind.  When he unfurled his
middle finger into her cunt, she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.  The
details of what followed were a blur to her.  She looked down from his
intense eyes one time to look at his fingers moving inside her with furious
speed.  And that was when it was all over.  The incredible physical
pleasure, the satisfaction of her long craving, and the sight of what he
was doing to and for her, were all she could take.  She bucked hard on his
hand, collapsing forward as she trembled and spasmed.

   He didn't stop immediately.  Instead, he slid two fingers in her even
deeper and reached up to her clit with his thumb, pressed harder than she
would thought possible without pain.  And this sent a second wave through
her and this time, her ass cheeks shook and she squirted hard, all over her
panties, his hands, and their jeans.

   Still leaning against his chest, clutching at his body for balance,
Donna looked up to his eyes.  They were still intense, but less demanding.
She held his gaze steadily until she felt his fingers slip out of her
pussy. At that, she stood back a little, gasping as she watched him bring
his fingers up to his mouth and taste her juices.

   "Oh, god," she whimpered, pressing her mouth into his, tasting his flesh
for the first time.  Her blood surged with the thrill of cheating on her
husband, the deliciousness of this man's mouth, and the naughtiness of
tasting herself on him.  She kissed him harder and harder and harder until
she bit his tongue and he pulled back.

   "Sorry," she said, licking her wet lips.

   He shook his head.  "No worries," he said.  He reached up, touched her
cheek gently.  "Look me up sometime and we'll do this again in a more
romantic way...  you deserve better than a quickie in the laundry room."

   When she left, she was flush with emotion.  Lust, affection,
wistfulness, guilt, regret, anger, spite -- some measure of all of them
were in her.  Guilt seemed destined to win out.  As she stuffed her soiled
jeans and panties into the hamper, she thought she could never do that
again.  Could never let another man put his fingers in her, never kiss
another man.  She was married.

   But she was also intoxicated with Brian's desire for her, his earnest
desire to pleasure her.  His joy in the look, feel, and even taste of her
body.  That night, when she lay in bed, futilely searching for sleep, and
Mike rolled over and unceremoniously lay his dick on her mouth, she slurped
it up obediently, but she also fingered herself all the while, unabashedly
thinking of Brian.

   The next couple of days, Donna felt constantly dizzy.  She was
struggling against herself, wrestling with a deep personal dilemma.  All
the while, her pulse raced, adrenaline coursed through her veins, and her
breath was short.  Mike asked her once or twice if she was feeling alright
because she looked distracted and flushed.  She assured him each time that
she was fine, just had a little bug.

   But on the third day following her encounter with Brian, she knew she
had to take the young half-native man up on his offer.  At lunch that day
she didn't see Brian's wife's car so she decided to make her move.  She
pulled on a pair of lavender Brazilian-cut, low-rise panties with lace
embellishments, and a lacy bra which matched.  She then pulled on a pair of
silver-grey slacks with black pin strips.  She knew the look was too young
for her, really, but she also knew it looked killer on her round hips and
bun-shaped ass.  She pulled on a light, silk top of a similar grey to
finish it off.  The short-sleeved top was untucked, and she left the bottom
and top unbuttoned.  She would be cold on her walk down to his apartment,
but that had its advantages, she thought as she gently massaged the tips of
her breasts.

   When she knocked on Brian's door, her heart was pounding.  The door
opened, it almost stopped.  It was Brian's wife.

   The thin, pretty blonde smiled.  "Come on in," she said, gesturing
towards the living room.  She stepped aside to allow Donna to enter.

   Stunned and confused, the older married woman did as the younger
invited. "I'm Donna," she mumbled as she stepped inside.

   The girl grinned.  "I'm Vicky." She put a hand on her hip, still
smiling, and said.  "Brian will be back in a few minutes, and I'll be
leaving as soon as my car is here, but let me show you around."

   Clueless as to what exactly was going on, and equally clueless as to how
to respond, Donna followed the girl around the apartment.  Vicky was
wearing tight, frosted jeans from the 1980's and a tight, undersized sex
pistols t-shirt from the 1990's.

   "This is the couch," the blonde explained needlessly, but then added,
"One of Brian's favorite things to do is for me to get on the cough and
kneel over the armrest while he standings behind me jerking off while I
play with myself.  He loves to cum all over my back."

   Donna bit her lip.  She had no idea why the girl was telling her this,
had no idea in what manner she was supposed to receive this little tidbit
-- but knew that she was aroused by the mental picture.

   "This," Vicky continued, walking to the kitchenette, "is the counter.  I
don't know how good you are with your toes, but Brian loves to get me up on
the counter so he can play with me at nearly eye level while I stroke him
between my toes."

   The blonde smile and walked toward the bathroom, a saucy roll in her
hips which made them appear to have more shape than they actual did.  Donna
couldn't help but try to undress her with her mind, just to help fill in
details in the imagery the young wife was evoking.  Donna had undressed
Brian in her mind enough times that she thought she had those details
pretty much down.

   "Brian doesn't really get very sexual in the bathroom," Vicky explained,
"but if you need to clean up later, there are towels under the sink." She
opened the cupboard to show Donna the pile of fluffy bath towels and then
squeezed past her to the bedroom.

   Donna realized how absolutely arousing this bizarre chain of events was
when the girl brushed against her tits squeezing by, and Donna felt her
nipples harden a little in response.  She was definitely overcharged for a
girl to get that kind of physical reaction from her.

   Standing in the small bedroom, Vicky pursed her lips thoughtfully. 
"Normally I'd suggest you wait for him in the bed, but you're dressed so
nicely, I think you ought to be on display a bit more."

   "Normally?" the older, brunette woman repeated, speaking for the first
time during the tour.  "Do, uh . . ." Suddenly she wasn't sure how to ask
what she intended.  "Do, uh . . .  I mean, does Brian get a lot of
visitors?"

   Vicky smiled.  "No, never." She ginned.  "I just know what he likes."
Now she winked.  "And I know he's been ogling you for quite a while."

   At this Donna almost choked on her surprise.  "What do you mean?"

   The skinny blonde grinned again and started moving items from the top of
the three-drawer dresser that stood along one wall.  "I probably shouldn't
say this, but I caught him watching you very closely once when we were
driving in and you were walking outside." She shrugged.  "And last night...
well, last night he was fingering me with his eyes closed while he jacked
off with a pair of your panties he swiped from the laundry room."

   "He was doing that?"

   "Oh yes," Vicky grinned.  "He shot his load right into them."

   Donna was actually getting wet at this point.

   "They weren't from your clean laundry either," the blonde added.  "I
smelled them, and they were definitely scented by you."

   "You smelled my panties?"

   Vicky winked at her again, patted the bureau.  "Wait for him up here
with your legs crossed like some lounge torch.  He'll love it." Then, as
she walked by, she gave Donna's ass a playful squeeze.  "Your panties
smelled good, Donna."

   And then she closed the door and went back to the living room to wait
for her husband.  Donna, her mind whirling, her heart pounding, her body
trembling, did as had been recommended, and took her pose on the bureau. 
She was so aroused she didn't know how long she would be able to hold out
before Brian brought her to orgasm.

   Assuming he wanted to, she added, realizing suddenly that this was all
very impromptu and she had no guarantee that he would have time or interest
at the moment.

   But it wasn't long before the door opened, and Brian walked in.  He
looked her up and down and smiled.  "You're gorgeous, Donna," he told her.
Donna wasn't sure if she's ever said her name to him, but supposed Vicky
might have clued him in.  The young man walked up to her, rested a hand on
each thigh, and bent in to kiss her lips.  His mouth was strong, demanding,
but not grossly macho.  As they kissed, their lips taking care of most of
the exploring, he gently uncrossed her legs, and then slid a cupped hand in
under her, engulfing her moist crotch.  She was sure he felt her heat
through the thin material of her pin-striped pants.

   "You're so beautiful, Donna," he groaned into her mouth between kisses.
"I want to treat you like I've always wanted to treat a woman but never
been able to."

   "What about Vicky?" Donna asked, sliding her teeth down his neck.

   Brian gasped and gave her crotch a good squeeze.  "I love my wife, but
that's all she is -- my wife." He drew his left hand up from her thigh,
slipped it under her blouse ad caressed the soft skin of her tummy.  "You,
Donna..." He lifted his hand upwards, cupping her breast.  "You are a real
woman, a treasure."

   "Touch me," Donna whimpered, melting under his ministrations.

   "Soon," he promised, slowly withdrawing from her.  She watched him
undress.  She was impressed with not only his musculature but the
smoothness of his coffee-and-cream skin and the shapeliness of his
strength. She'd never thought the word pretty could apply to a man's bare
torso, but it did to Brian's.

   He stripped down to his boxers and then pulled back the top covers of
his bed.  Donna was momentarily taken aback.  Vicky's nightgown was laying
there, and Brian quickly balled it up and stuffed it into a hamper.  She
appreciated that but it was almost too late.  The tangible reminder of his
marriage, had reminded her of her own.  She wasn't going to leave, but she
would make sure some kind of limits were maintained.

   Brian left momentarily and returned with a couple of candles, which he
set on the nightstand and lit.  He walked over to the CD-player in the
corner and put on some romantic music.  And then he stepped out of his
boxers and was naked before her.  Donna felt a twinge in the muscles of her
thighs.  She had thought him pretty before, but even more so now.  His
organ was long, full, and a pleasure to look at.  She wished she weren't
married.  She would love to have met Brian at a time when she could have
fully enjoyed all that he had to offer.

   She was equally excited by the fact that he was already exhibiting a
healthy measure of arousal, and they had just barely gotten started.  That
flattered her and turned her own heat up.  She quivered with anticipation
as he approached and helped her down from the bureau.  He undressed her
slowly and with dignity, expressing admiration for her body as each part of
was revealed more and more.

   When she stood as naked as he, he clasped her warmly to him and ran his
hands up the backs of her thighs, the curve of her ass, along her waist and
up to her breasts.  "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he
told her, lifting the brunette into his arms and carrying her to the bed.

   As he lay her down, covering her breasts with soft kisses and her thighs
with firm caressing, she raked her fingernails through his hair and said,
"Just your fingers, okay?" She hated to limit him, but she had to.  "I
don't want to cheat on my husband."

   He wiggled his tongue around one of her nipples.  "Nothing but my
fingers anywhere?" he asked.

   "Fuck you," she said with a laugh, pulling his head into her tits with
one hand and pressing his hand into her moist, waiting pussy with the
other.

   Brian laughed too, but the laughter was quickly lost in unabashed sounds
of passion as his mouth treated her breasts like they had never been
before. He sucked firmly but not so hard it hurt.  He pressed on her
nipples with his lips and teeth, but he didn't bite them.  When he licked
he didn't just wet her skin with his tongue; he massaged her flesh between
tongue and lip.  His fingers meanwhile teased her burning pussy.  They
traced around her outer lips, ran softly between outer and inner lips, and
every so often pressed inside, but just barely.

   Donna's mouth was mainly consumed with expressing her passion, but her
hands were busy exploring her young lover's smooth, beautiful body.  She
loved the feeling of his sculpted ass and the way he cried out when she ran
her fingernails along his spine.  She stroked his arms and legs, his
sides...  and eventually reached down and felt his manhood.  And she was
suddenly overcome.

   "I want your cock," she demanded.

   Brian thought she had relented and was going to let him put it inside
her, but instead she pushed him off her.  Scrambling on the bed she shoved
him roughly into a half sitting position against the wall, her fingernails
drawing blood from his shoulders.  One hand moved quickly down to his now
fully-erect cock and began lightly gliding up and down its length.  Her
soft, cool skin just barely grazed the burning hot flesh of his steel rod.
With her other hand she pressed his head back against the wall, not
allowing him to move or interrupt her enjoyment of his body.  She had never
taken control of a man like this before, but she wasn't going to relent now
that she had.

   Her mouth began beneath his ear, sucking so hard she left hickies every
inch of the way as she worked down his throat to his chest.  Once there,
she quickly found his strong, smooth pecs, and began whirling her tongue
around his nipples.

   "Shit," he groaned into her restrained hand.  Then, as she started to
suck on one nipple as she knew she liked to have it done to hers -- "Fuck!"
Panting.  Groaning.  "Oh fuck, Donna!  No woman's ever done that to me!  Oh
fuck!  Oh fuck!"

   Her fire ignited and she stroked him harder, sliding her mouth wetly
over to his other nipple, which she devoured with even greater passion. 
Brian squirmed almost like a girl under her rough handling, but he wasn't
complaining.  In fact -- "I'm not going to last much longer," he told her,
panting.

   "Don't hold back," she commanded him, moving her mouth between his two
pecs and scraping her upper teeth down from there to his belly button. 
"Explode all over my hand, baby."

   Her slightly curly brown hair fell all over his stomach as she
tongue-fucked his belly-button and fisted the hell out of his cock.

   "Oh god oh god oh god," he whimpered.

   "You sound like a girl," she finally vocalized, nipping at his stomach
as her fingers went lightly but rapidly up and down his shaft.  Up and
down, up and down, up and down.  "Do you always sound like a little girl in
bed, Brian?" Her voice wasn't menacing, just frankly curious.

   "No, only for you, Donna, only for you," he told her.

   "I believe you," she said, "and that is very, very hot..." She now
leaned directly over his red, throbbing cock.  She wanted it, but knew she
couldn't have it.  She couldn't cheat on her husband.  As long as it was
just kissing and fingering it was playing around, not sex.  She believed
that.  Believed that very strongly at the moment.  And so, She moved her
tight hand down to cup his balls, massaging them very gently in her warm
hand.  Her left hand took its place on his cock, working up and down with a
little pressure, but not too much, on the bulging semen tube on its
underside.  And then, to show the extent of her desire to this young man,
the married woman opened her mouth and let saliva drool down onto the hot,
purple head of his erection.

   Almost the instant the cool, we liquid from her mouth hit his cock,
Brian blew.  He came hard and with little warning.  The first spurt shot up
into Donna's face, and he arched his back upward, clenching his ass muscles
as the rest of his load emptied out over Donna's face and chest.

   When his climax finally subsided, she licked some cum from around her
lips and gave his ebbing cock a little squeeze.  "Maybe you're not a little
girl after all.

   It was now Brian's turn to take command of the bed, and Donna had no
intentions of fighting him.  He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her more
roughly than before, sucking her tongue deeply inside his throat.  "You
want my fingers inside you, baby?" he asked, teasing her again with light,
dancing touches.

   "Yes, please," she begged, opening her thighs for him.  "Please, Brian."

   He kissed her hard and deep again, and then clutched her thigh asking.
"Do you like the taste of cum?"

   Donna nodded.  She didn't necessarily like it, but she was fine with it,
and she knew he was looking for a yes.  She wanted him enough to stretch
the truth.  "Oh, baby, more than anything except how your fingers feel
inside me."

   "I'll touch you if you suck down all my cum that I shot off," he said,
sliding one finger deeply inside her and pressing it into her upper wall.

   She groaned and humped into him, trying to encourage him to more action.
"Sure, baby, but, how, it's all over me?"

   "First let's get your edge off, baby," he said, and proceeded to do just
that.  With little effort on his part, he plunged a second finger inside
her and started moving those two fingers around with his thumb and index
finger found her clit and started to rub it up and down between them.

   Donna, who was indeed, very aroused, came very quickly from his expert
maneuvers.  It was a quick, almost quiet orgasm that came with a single
spasm but a bright flash of light in her eyes and a total paralyzing of her
vocal chords.  When she recovered, she realized that Brian was returning to
the bed.  She hadn't realized he'd ever gone.  She was still regaining her
composure, but she knew he was wiping his cum off her.

   "Here," he said, a moment later.  "Here's my cum, lover."

   She blinked a couple of times before she remembered that he had wanted
her to eat his cum.  She looked down at his hands.  It was a pair of
panties, silk bikini cut panties smaller than her size in a black and
silver checkerboard pattern.

   "What...?"

   He smiled at her, stroked her cheek with his left and raised the panties
toward her mouth with the other.  "You said you wanted to eat my cum... 
well, here it is..." He dropped his left hand back toward her lap.  "And
when you do, you get more of what you're craving, lover." He spread her
lips far apart with two fingers, letting the cool draft tickle her inside.

   "But what...?"

   "Vicky's panties," he explained, pressing them to her mouth.

   She felt his cum, sticky and still a little warm.  Soft.  A little
bitter, a little salty, a little sweet.  She nibbled a little and then
tried to take a breath through her nose.  She coughed.

   The sharp, pungent scent of another woman.  "These aren't clean!" she
protested.

   "No they're not," he admitted, pressing the panties back against her
mouth while his fingers rubbed her inner walls, still spread as far apart
as they could in her warm cavern.  "She came in those panties last night
while I was fingering her and masturbating into a pair of *your* panties,
which she had previously smelled and licked."

   "She licked my panties?"

   "And there wasn't even any cum in them," he confirmed.  His fingers were
pressing on the contours of her hole, bringing them to a renewed swell.

   Donna just moaned and starting licking his cum, trying to ignore Vicky's
scent.  As the young man's fingers worked inside her with increased energy,
plunging to new depths as she re-lubricated, she found the experience of
eating his cum very erotic.  Her licks turned to sucks and when she
suddenly found she could taste Vicky now, and not simply smell her, she
decided she didn't mind as long as she got more of Brian's cum and felt
more of his fingers exploring and reshaping her.

   "That's it, baby, he said with approval as the married women got the
panties saturated with her saliva in search for his cum.  He started to
work on her with two hands, something she had never even imagined a man
doing.  She spread her legs wide for him, and he knelt, resting her ass on
his legs.  With his left hand he encircled her clit with three fingers and
got her good and juicy with his thumb.  With his right he slid four fingers
in her slit, fucking her fast and hard.

   Before long Donna was begging for mercy, and then an instant later
begging for more, biting down on Vicky's panties for dear life.  Brian,
thrilling with the power he was now exercising over his older lover forgot
her admission to only use fingers, and plunged down on her cunt, taking her
clit directly into his mouth and sucking on it with the same gentle force
he had used on her nipple.

   Donna had never experienced oral sex, and she shrieked with delight as
his lips and tongue worked directly on her clit.  And Brian didn't slow
down with his right hand either.

   When Donna came this time it was far more violent.  Her whole body
thrashed as if caught in a wave, and her finger nails bit deeply into her
young lover's back.  She screamed through the panties in her mouth and gave
a huge squirt of her juices, all over Brian's face and hands.  Still
embroiled in the throws of passion, she pulled his face up to hers,
fingernails now cutting under his chin, and kissed him hard.  She tasted
her own juiced on his face, sharply on his tongue, and even got a strand of
her own pussy hair from between his teeth.  This should have turned her
off, but it enflamed her even further.  Brian sensed this and plunged all
five fingers of his right hand up into her red, sopping cunt, bringing her
to a third climax after only a few strokes.

   She squirted again, which she hadn't thought possible, and collapsed in
the wake of several rapid spasms inside her.  Unable to speak, she only
panted, pulling her young lover to her to hold him.  They kissed again, and
when he nestled his face into the crook of her neck and hummed with
contentment, she found the panties on the bed between them and brought them
up, giving them one last kiss for good measure.

   "God, Brian," she said softly.

   "God, Donna," he repeated with a laugh.

   They rolled apart and looked at one another.  Brian was in a bad way,
covered in bite marks, hickies, and fingernail cuts.  Donna was sweating,
covered in her own juices and the residue of his cum, and a few light marks
he'd left on her.

   He leaned in and kissed her.  "You can use the shower if you need to
clean up," he told her.

   "Vicky told me," she said, then made a thoughtful face.  "Can I ask you
something, Brian?"

   "Sure."

   "How often do you have other lovers?"

   "You're the first.  Why?"

   "It just seemed like Vicky and you were used to this sort of thing."

   "What sort of thing?" he asked with amusement, stroking himself as he
watched his older lover rearrange her naked body on the bed he shared his
thin, blonde wife.

   "Cheating."

   Brian shrugged.  "You yourself said it's not cheating if it's just
fingers and kissing."

   Donna decided that was true, and also decided to go ahead and take a
shower.  She wanted to try and cool off before returning home as much as
she wanted to get clean.  She was still a flurry with passion for this
young man.  The feeling of his magical fingers was with her, but also the
way she loved taking charge of him and making him act like a little girl --
and, she had to admit, the memory of the first smell and the first taste of
Vicky mixed with his cum.

   The mixture of confusion and arousal stayed with her through the next
day, and found its peak when she went to the credit union.  Usually that
was something Mike did, but she had wanted to keep herself busy and so had
volunteered to run that as well as several other errands.  When she gave
the clerk the account number, the girl made some remark about, "Oh, where's
your husband, he usually does your banking."

   On edge from her continued sexual twitterpation, Donna was strangely
irritated by this.  She snapped, "You have a crush on him or something?"

   The girl blanched.  "No, ma'am.  I'm sorry." She went about counting the
cash and making the deposits and then, clearly feeling self-conscious,
added, "Ma'am, you really don't have to worry about that, I'm a lesbian.  I
would never flirt with your husband."

   Donna sighed and apologized for being angry.  She regarded the girl. 
She was surprised the girl was a lesbian.  She was rather cute.  Her name
was Vidya, and she was probably in her mid twenties.  She had slightly
exotic features with soft brown curls worn back in a ponytail and naturally
pink lips.  Her skin looked very soft, and her curves were full but tight
and shapely, like a statue.  She shouldn't have had any problems finding a
man.

   "Why did you decide to be a lesbian?" Donna asked, making curious
small-talk.  And the moment she did, a flash memory of Vicky's panties
overcame her and she shook her head to try and clear it away.

   Vidya laughed.  "I didn't really," she answered.  "I just am." She
smiled.  "I don't hate men, I just like women."

   This was Donna's first real exposure to what she considered alternative
sexual lifestyles so she wasn't entirely sure what to say.  "So do you have
a girlfriend?"

   "No, not right now," the clerk admitted, a sudden darkness crossing her
face, but passing quickly.  "Things don't work out sometimes for lesbians
just like they don't for married people." She smiled and gave Donna a
receipt.  "Thanks, Donna, I hope to see you again soon."

   Donna smiled, and said goodbye and, for some reason, looked down at the
girl's hands.  She saw how long, elegantly, and nimble they looked.  And
this image was burned into her brain.  And to her confusion and
frustration, that image aroused her.

   There had been an arranged time for another get-together with Brian, and
when that day arrived, Donna decided she wanted to be a little crazier. 
She stripped down to her undergarments, pulled on a long winter coat, and
walked down to his apartment.  On the way, she heard noises from another
apartment, and paused to listen.

   It was a young girl's voice.  "Mike, Mike, Mike!" Mike?  "Yes, baby, eat
my pussy, eat my young, juicy cunt, baby, suck me dry!"

   Then -- "Oh, god, Candi!"

   It was Mike's voice.  Donna crept up to the window of the apartment and
found an angle at which she could peer into the living room through its
blinds.  She clenched her teeth as she saw her husband on his back on a
coffee table with a skinny, naked brunette 69ing him.  The girl ground down
into his face mercilessly and sucked his cock until she was red in the
face.

   "It's not really cheating," Donna tried to tell herself.  "It's oral,
right?  Worse than fingers, but better than --" And then the line was
crossed, and broken.  The girl got down off Mike onto the floor.  She was
on all fours.  Mike got behind her and effortless plunged his cock into her
pussy.  He fucked her with the ease of familiarity.

   Donna left, furious.  She was tempted to go fuck Brian's brains out, but
she wanted to maintain some moral high ground.  Fingers only, she promised
herself.  Fingers only.

   When Brian opened the door, she immediately unbuttoned her coat,
revealing her near nakedness underneath.

   "Donna --"

   "Don't talk, lover," she said, letting the coat slip to the floor and
embracing him.  Her tongue ran circles around his ear.  With one hand she
groped at his crotch and with the other she pulled his hand down inside her
blue cotton panties.

   Finding her warm, moist, and ready, Brian didn't resist her urgings.  He
pressed her up against the door and kissed her back, hard, pulling her
panties down to her knees as he did.  At first it was rather like their
quick finger fuck in the laundry room, but every time she opened her eyes
and saw this man's fingers inside her, she thought of her husband boning
that little girl.  And then she thought of the pretty fingers of the credit
union girl.

   "Get a pair of Vicky's panties for me, baby," she asked.

   "Um, Donna --"

   "Please," she asked again, almost demanding in her tone.  "Please, baby,
I want to smell your wife's panties again."

   "Here you go." Donna looked towards the bedroom.  It was Vicky.  She was
naked and covered in sweat.  Donna looked back at Brian.  He was sweaty and
in his boxers.

   Donna turned red.  "Oh..."

   "I forgot you were coming," Brian said awkwardly, his fingers at a
standstill but still buried inside the brunette's bush.

   Donna had been flustered by seeing Mike to notice what was going on. 
And she was still to flustered to care.  She look very briefly again at the
naked blonde, and then, contravening her good sense in more ways than one,
swiped the panties from the younger woman's outstretched hand and drew them
up to her face.  Inhaling Vicky's sent deeply, she was able to put all
thoughts of manliness and her husband out of her mind, and started to hump
against Brian's fingers.  One image kept recurring in her mind.  The
fingers of Vidya, the clerk at the credit union.  Long, thin, and delicate
without looking bony.

   Despite all the distractions, interruptions, and contrary emotions,
Donna came quickly.  It was a brief, dry but hard orgasm.  When she lowered
the panties from her face she saw the blonde on the couch, spreading her
own pussy and palming her bright red clit.

   Vicky looked at the older woman apologetically.  "I'm sorry to embarrass
you, babe, but seeing an attractive woman reach orgasm thanks to my
husband's fingers and my panties was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

   Donna experienced a moment of revulsion at the site of the other woman's
bared pussy in its state of excitement, but then she sniffed the panties
again and closed her eyes.  "It's okay, Vicky."

   After a moment, she dropped the panties, pulled her own underwear up,
and pulled her coat back on.  To everyone's surprise and a variety of
emotional responses, when she left, her last glance was not toward Brian
and his magical fingers, but towards Vicky.  Her face, her nakedness, her
sex, and...  her fingers...

   She ignored Mike that night, and her overall mood was darker than it had
been for a long time.  She didn't know what was going on inside her, or
with those around her.  And she was even more irritable than she had been
when caught up in a torrent of poorly understand arousal.

   So when Mike asked her in the morning if she could pick up a few
groceries, she found herself having to bite her tongue to stop from
swearing at him when she agreed.

   "And also could you drop off the electric payment?"

   "Yes."

   "And, I'm sorry, but this got left out of the deposit," he added,
handing her a parcel of checks.  "Could you do the credit union thing
again?"

   "Yes."

   And it was with a great frown that she found herself waiting in the
credit union.  Until she made it the counter and saw Vidya's smiling
face... and pretty fingers...

   "Hi, Donna, more deposits?"

   Donna just nodded and passed the checks over the counter, but she felt
her mood lightening.

   Vidya looked at the older woman with a slight frown.  "Are you okay?"

   Donna actually found herself smiling.  "I'm fine, why?"

   "You seem down."

   God, this girl has only met her once before and she can tell that? 
"Just a little trouble at home."

   "Mike?"

   "Mike and Candi."

   Vidya's face flashed dark.  "Candi?"

   Now the married woman was confused.  "Yes, why?"

   "No reason, I suppose, not anymore." She paused, tried to start working
on the deposit.

   "You know Candi?"

   "I know a girl named Candi," the clerk confirmed.  "Maybe not the same
one."

   Donna's face was dark again, too.  "Skinny slut with long brown hair?"

   "Skinny but curvy with a long tongue?"

   Donna thought back.  The girl had actually had been gifted with pretty
shapely hips and ass for someone so skinny, and when she had gotten down on
the floor, her breasts had definitely hung down.  She hadn't seen much of
her tongue, but it certainly hadn't been small on Mike's cock.  "Yes, that
sounds like her."

   Vidya's face screwed up.  "That's my ex."

   "That slut left someone as nice as you to bang my husband?"

   The clerk shrugged.  "Looks like."

   By this time Donna was infuriated, and she found herself again looking
at Vidya's fingers.  Then at her pretty face.  "You want to go for coffee?"

   Then, much to her surprise, she felt the girl's eyes on her.  Not like
you normally look at the person you're talking to, but like Brian had
looked at her.  With desire.  She watched the girl's deep brown eyes.  They
started by looking over her face carefully, then they slid down her
neckline to her chest.  They lingered there for a while.  Longer, Donna
thought, than most men's eyes did.  It made her both uncomfortable and a
little excited to realize.

   "What coffee shop did you have in mind?" Vidya asked, making eye contact
once again.  There was a new charge in her glance now.

   Donna took a moment to answer.  She looked at the girl's eyes, her
cheekbones, her pink lips, her long, pretty fingers.  She even looked up at
the girl's breasts.  And then her fingers again.  And then she said the
last thing she expected herself to say.  "My place."

   "I get lunch in an hour," Vidya said, sliding Donna's receipt across the
counter.  "Where do you live."

   The married woman told her.

   Vidya smiled.  She really was a very pretty girl.  "I'll see you there
in a little more than an hour, Donna."

   Donna smiled in a more relaxed ay than she would have expected and
started to walk away.  As she turned to look over her shoulder to get one
last look at the girl's fingers, she saw that Vidya's eyes were on her hips
and ass.  She winked and reached back, running a hand slowly over the tight
but shapely curves of her own backside.  And then left for home.

   To get ready.

   For her date with a girl.

   In one sense, Donna couldn't believe she had just picked up a girl.  Not
only picked her up but was having her back to her apartment with intentions
of...  well, she didn't know what her intentions were.  She wasn't really
interesting in making love with another woman, but she certainly enjoyed
looking at Vidya, and she loved the girl's fingers.  Donna knew, if it
started to happen, that she would accept those fingers inside of her
without argument.  And she suspected that she would be willing to return
the favor.  She'd touched herself.  How different could it be?  And it
would be only fair.  Yet all these thoughts were new to her and felt a
little unreal.

   But in another sense, Donna wasn't at all nervous.  She was excited. 
And if anything did happen, she still intended to maintain her limits. 
Fingers only.  And it was important to her that it not be just a shared
bitch session over their common loss.

   She resolved herself to creating an atmosphere which was not overtly
sexual but whose sexual undercurrents could not be ignored.  She pulled on
a bright yellow thong and a pale lemon-colored satin bra.  She wore jeans
which were tight and low and would show off the top of her thong from
behind.  And on top she only wore a white t-shirt which was tight enough
across her chest but hung pretty loose over her abdomen.  She set up coffee
in the living room and a plate of cookies, and left the lights on, but also
lit some candles.  She turned on a nature CD with soft rain falling.

   When Vidya arrived, they sat on the couch together for several minutes,
sipping coffee and making small talk.  And then, when the idle chat wound
down, Vidya hesitated and then started the ball rolling.

   "Donna, can I ask you something?"

   "Sure."

   Vidya lay her hand on Donna's leg, and the married woman almost jumped.
She was surprised by how her body responded to the physical contact with
another woman.  Even if she had thought something might happen, she didn't
except find herself suddenly wanting it so bad.  The young woman turned
towards Donna, and put her left hand on the older woman's leg, her right
hand on her shoulder.  "Do you ever think bad things happen for a reason?"

   Goddamn but Donna's heart started to race.  Her mind raced along with
it, and her eyes zoomed all over the girl's face and figure.  "What do you
mean?" she asked.

   Vidya gave her thigh a little squeeze.  "Like sometimes people have
relationship problems at around the same time for a reason?"

   Donna swallowed hard and relaxed a little bit into Vidya, who was now
almost embracing he.  "Like what kind of reason?"

   Vidya's hand slipped between her thighs and rested there.  "To present
them each with new options?"

   At that, Donna turned fully towards her, spread her thighs just a
little, and breathed, "Just kisses and fingers," softly, as her mouth
closed in on the younger woman's.

   This was no mad flurry of fast passion like with Brian.  It was like
slow motion.  Vidya lay back and Donna moved over her.  While the married
woman had expected the younger, more experienced girl to take the lead, she
found the girl instead spreading her legs and welcoming Donna's hand on the
crotch of her black slacks.  Donna, who had never touched another woman,
nor even thought about doing so, caressed and stroked the girl's mound,
loving the way it felt through the soft fabric.  It was soft, but it had
very definite shape.  The bones around it were hard.  The crease in the
center was warm.

   Donna moaned and moved in for another kiss.  "I've never done this
before," she said almost apologetically, sucking on the girl's younger lip.

   "You're doing just fine," Vidya assured her, lifting her pelvis up into
the married woman's hand.  "Just don't stop, Donna, don't stop."

   The older brunette slipped her tongue into the clerk's mouth.  "I could
never stop," she gushed.  She groped hard at the younger woman's crotch as
they kissed.  She loved the kissing almost as much as she loved the way the
other woman's intimate area felt.  Vidya's mouth was soft and moist, and
her tongue strong, wet, and cool.  Her breath was gentle, her teeth clean.
Despite the animal passion of their tongues and lips, the kiss was best
described as sweet.

   Donna lifted her hands to caress Vidya's face, as the younger girl
wrapped her legs around the small of her back.  The embrace was soft and
warm but still hungry and pleading.  "Can I touch you?" Donna asked in a
quiet voice, almost afraid that the girl might say no.  "Can I touch you
with no fabric between?  I want to feel you around my fingers so bad,
Vidya."

   Vidya sucked her tongue deeply back into her throat and then slid her
own tongue up its length.  She bit lightly down on both their tongues
before breaking the kiss and saying.  "You can do whatever you want, lover.
I'm all yours."

   Kisses and fingers, Donna repeated like a mantra in her head, even as
she slid down her younger lover's body.  She found herself unexpectedly
intrigued by the girl's breasts as she moved over them, and unexpectedly
drawn in by the scent emanating from her lap.  Kisses and fingers.

   Eager, Donna pulled Vidya's slacks all the way off, not bothering to
take her shoes off first.  The girl wore an black lace-and-leather thong,
and Donna moved to slip her fingers inside, but decided that she wanted to
the whole experience.  She gave the girl's mound another squeeze and then
removed the panties, leaving her in her top and her shoes.

   "It's beautiful," Donna whispered in surprise, dropping to her knees on
the floor and spinning Vidya toward her.  She took the girl's legs over her
shoulders and looked at her pussy.  She had expected to be turned off the
close-up view of another woman, but it was really quite pretty to look at.
And look at it she did, for a few minutes.  She simply looked, admiring the
girl's pussy and caressing her thighs.

   It was Vidya that finally demanded that she move on.  "Please, Donna,"
she begged, squirming.  "Touch me."

   And Donna touched her.  She began with one hand, petting her mound
gently, running her fingers through the soft brown curls of the girl's
bush. The feel of woman flesh warm, moist, and throbbing beneath her touch
was very exciting, and Donna took no encouragement to continue her
exploration.

   She took her left hand and spread Vidya open.  "Oh god, Vidya, oh god,
you're so beautiful." Holding her open, Donna took a single finger from her
right hand and worked it slowly, gently inside.  "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned,
as if she were the one being touched.  When her finger was all the way
inside Vidya she began to work it slowly in and out.  She watched in awe as
the girl's juices began to trickle out and down her flesh.

   "Oh yes, don't stop," Vidya picked.  "Do me now."

   It was liking flicking a switch in Donna.  Suddenly her approach as a
gentle lover was gone.  She briefly remembered her thrill at making Brian
act like a girl in bed and she was thrilled to think that she now had an
actual girl in her power.

   As she started to finger-fuck Vidya fast and hard with two fingers from
her right hand, she reached up with her left and slipped it up under the
girl's shirt, under her bra, and copped the tip of her breast.  "Oh god,"
they both groaned in unison.  The breast was soft and firm, silky with a
rough nipple, a world of amazing sensations.

   Her right hand went faster, harder, deeper.  Beneath her, Vidya humped
up and down, forward and back, anyway she could move to try and maximize
the physical pleasure.

   "Oh god, baby!" she squealed.  "Oh god!"

   Donna loved the way the girl's pussy felt as her walls swelled and she
filled with her own juices.  The married woman decided to experiment.  She
moved the two fingers around the circumference of Vidya's depths in a
circular pattern.  Slowly at first, and then faster.  Then faster.  And
faster.  Around and around and around and around.

   "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!" Vidya was yelping now.

   Deciding to see what would happen, Donna suddenly stopped the motion and
pressed her thumb down on the girl's clit.  It did the trick.  Vidya bucked
hard, crunching her whole body up as she hissed sharply, and Donna felt her
walls spasming.  Donna loved it.  She didn't want to stop, but Vidya pulled
her up, kissing her face all over.  Wet sloppy kisses, all over the older
woman's mouth, cheeks, eyes...

   "Oh god, honey, I've never felt anything like that!" she told her, and
the sincerity of these words surprised Donna, coming from an experienced
lesbian.

   The older woman smiled and started to rub on the girl's clit again, but
Vidya stopped her.  "Not yet.  It's my turn."

   Donna smiled, kissed her lips softly.  "Kisses and fingers, lover."

   Vidya smiled back, a sparkle in her eyes.  "Kisses and fingers," she
agreed.

   Eager to get on with it, Donna moved to undo her own jeans, but the
young clerk stopped her.  "No no, baby, it's my time."

   Donna stopped and just watched and enjoyed.  Vidya stood, fully dressed
except for pants and underwear.  The site was perhaps the most erotic that
Donna had ever witnessed, and she barely even remembered that until today
she had never harbored even a passing sexual interest in women.  Vidya took
her hands, and helped to her to her feet.  They were both now standing in
front of the couch.

   The married woman shuddered with pleasure as the girl eased herself down
to her knees and grasped her ass as she buried her face in the older
woman's lap and inhaled deeply.  "You smell like heaven," Vidya purred,
gradually undoing the button and then lowering the zipper.  She pulled the
jeans down very slowly and lowered herself with them.  When the jeans were
on the floor, Vidya was, as well, looking up at the older brunette.

   "You're so fucking beautiful," the girl spat out with a heat that
surprised her lover but also turned her on.  She slowly came back up to her
knees and resumed grasping Donna's ass and smelling her with her nose
buried in the older woman's thong.  She moaned and nuzzled.

   "Kisses and fingers," Donna said weakly, though she knew that some day,
perhaps not too far in the future, she would no longer be able to or even
want to keep the girl from doing absolutely anything she wished.

   "Kisses and fingers," Vidya repeated, surprising Donna by suddenly
pushing her to the floor.  "Get on all fours, baby."

   Donna did as she was told, and when she had, she felt her thong slip
down her legs.

   "You're gorgeous," Vidya told her, admiring the older woman's pussy as
she caressed her ass cheeks from behind.  "Are you ready to be loved,
baby?"

   "Yes..."

   The younger woman didn't mess around.  She could tell by looking just
how ready Donna was so she began by immediately plunging he thumb into the
married woman's cunt.  Donna grunted with pleasure as the girl thumb fucked
her doggy style.  Then Vidya added her index finger.  Keeping them spread
apart, she used these two digits to fuck her older lover hard and fast. 
Donna bucked back against her, raking her body just a hard and fast.

   "Oh, baby, I can't help myself," Vidya said.  "Please forgive me."

   And she grabbed Donna's ass with both hands, fingernails piercing soft,
delicate skin.  And Donna felt breath on her pussy.  And her heart pounded.
This would be going to far.  She couldn't do this.  Could she?

   And then she felt the girl's lips close in on her puffy lips, felt her
tongue slid inside her, and knew she wanted this very badly.  After all,
she'd let Brian do this, right?  But this was nothing like what Brian did.

   Vidya lapped at her hungrily, slurped like she was getting the last of
the desert, and then, she lay back, pulled Donna's ass with her.  And she
pulled the older woman's cunt down on top of her face, massing her ass and
pressing as tightly in as she could, tonguing Donna's clit mercilessly.

   Donna rode her face hard, grinding into it, and whimpering with the
pleasure.  And then she looked down and saw her young lover's splayed legs,
and her wet, bright pink pussy.  and she wanted to return the favor. 
Wanted to experience the joy of giving pleasure as well as she was
receiving it.  She lowered herself down into a 69.  The smell was strong
but enticing.  She reached out with her tongue, and found the taste tangy
and spicy -- and she wanted more.  She plunged her entire mouth inside the
girl's pussy, prying her labia apart with her lips and tonguing a circle
around her walls, mimicking the pattern her fingers had run.

   She was so concentrated on pleasuring Vidya, that she was caught off
guard by her own orgasm.  Her body jerked, she coughed, and she felt
suddenly even wetter between her legs, but she didn't let the climax
interrupt her.  She found the girl's clit and took it between her lips,
circling it rapidly with her tongue.  Nor did Vidya let up any with her own
mouth work.

   They both came for a second time, almost simultaneously, and Donna moved
her mouth to start licking the young woman's thighs and bush clean of
juiced.  She heard rustling behind her, as if from underneath her pelvis
Vidya was fumbling with her purse.

   And all lines were shattered.  Vidya crawled out from under her, and
Donna realized that she never wanted to feel anything again other than a
young woman's body under hers.  It was an amazing sensation to feel the
soft, smooth flesh wriggling and moving beneath her.

   She gave out a moan when she felt Vidya's mouth on her ass cheeks,
kissing and licking.  The girl's mouth grew increasingly passionate, and
Donna knew before long that she was leaving marks.  She didn't care.  And
then she let out a great cry as Vidya continued to suck and bite her ass
cheeks -- and drove a dildo up inside the married woman's cunt.

   Donna didn't know whether she wanted to fuck down against the dildo or
up against Vidya's mouth, so she just writhed and bucked and shook and
moved however she could.  The young girl used the dildo with more expertise
than any man could have used his cock.  She hit all the right spots.  It
was deep, filling, and touched her clit with every stroke.  She bit her lip
when she came for the third time.

   Without pausing or thinking about it, she swiped the dildo from the
girl's hands, and spun around.  She flung Vidya onto her back.  "I'm
yours," she said, "and I'm about to make you mine."

   And she fell down onto the girl's soft, pretty body, plunging the dildo
into her pink cunt and taking one breast as much into her mouth as she
could.  Kisses and fingers be damned...  *** *** *** *** ***

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