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The following is total fiction.  Any resemblance etc. is a product 
of your imagination.  This work is meant as ADULT entertainment.  
If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go 
away and turn yourself in to the thought police.  Even thinking 
about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever.  Go 
watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the 
high four figures.  Death and destruction are good clean fun.

©1997 losgud.  Personal use just fine.  Archiving okay.  Absolutely 
NO for-profit use permitted.  Reposting without notice is frowned 
upon.  Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal.  Copyright 
violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where 
the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders.  We cut your 
fucking hands off!
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F/F  FF/M  con hum 3some
NOTE:  Here's a nice long hot one!  Girls just wanna have fun.  
No implications meant that women enjoy each other only because 
no man is around; nor that the notion only arises when suggested 
by pornography.  Duh, this is just fiction.  The 2nd section 
[MB,OHB] is almost an addendum.  But it was in mind as I wrote 
the first part and I don't think it detracts from the overall 
impact.  Feel free to view the story w/ or w/o the penile implant.  
Enjoy!


MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK  [2/3]

	_[My Boyfriend, Behind His Back] [2/2]_

	There was a sound like a cross between radio static and a 
turntable in need of a new belt--sort of voices, sort of music, 
sort of under water.  The picture was either a scrambled cable 
channel or a video that was previously rented by some jerks who 
hadn't demagnetized their VCR once in the twelve years they'd 
owned it.  "Your Stephen," Kimbra chortled, "the Copy/Edit King.  
Tell him not to quit the day job."
	The tape reassembled to show a cock pounding into a pussy.  
Kimbra gave me a big glance and cleared her throat, "So is this 
how the story really ends, or is this the sequel to the sequel?"
	We both stared at the screen for awhile.  "Well," I 
eventually answered,  "Stephen did once mention how his 
apartment came furnished with a closetful of recordable tapes."
	The camera pulled back enough to show that the couple 
were fucking in a position designed solely for the benefit of the 
camera's pleasure.  It didn't even look like _Kama Sutra_ kind of 
fun.  It was a tedious grinding sort of thing.
	As the camera switched to a pan, Kimbra was quick to note, 
"Oh look, how sweet, they're having company over."
	The bed was pretty big but it was getting crowded.  There 
was another woman, and two or three more men.
	"Can you believe this?" I grunted.  "The girls aren't exactly 
pretty, but at least they have the bloom of youth still upon them.  
Who are these guys?  _The Local Society of Losers_?  God, they're 
all middle-aged and paunchy and pasty.  Look, that one has zits 
all over his butt.  How _attractive_."
	"Don't squeeze those titties too hard," Kimbra shrieked, 
"they might _burst!_"
	"God," I remarked, "so much effort and it doesn't look like 
anyone is really having a very good time at all.  None of the guys 
are near hard."
	"Methinks I detect the sheen of vaseline.  And look, you can 
see their correspondence diplomas on the wall.  These girls are 
definitely graduates of the _Oh Baby Oh Baby Oh Baby School of 
Orgasm_."
	"This is unpleasant."
	"That's an understatement.  Oh look, it's time for the come 
shot!  Dribble, dribble.  Whatever happened to _Spu-u-urt, spu-
urt_?  That's not even the real thing!  Look! look!  That pointy 
orange tip!  The guy's palming a little bottle of Elmer's glue!"
	"Had enough?" I asked shifting to get up.
	"Yes, I've definitely had my fill.  God, if sex was really like 
this, I'd become a lesbian just like _this!_" snapping her fingers 
for emphasis.
	And just like _that_, at the sound of the snap, without a 
word or segue, the scene shifted completely.  We were watching a 
different room, a different decor, a different bed, all to great 
improvement.  We were watching two different women, much nicer 
in appearance, and there didn't seem to be a man for miles 
around.  That fact didn't seem to faze the gals.  They seemed to 
be having a good old time.  They ran through the preliminaries 
pretty quickly--you could almost hear someone off-camera urging 
them on:  _Hurry it up girls, tape's a-wasting_.  I became aware 
that I was sitting there watching with  glazed over eyes, my 
mouth slack and hanging open.  I started with a self-conscious 
feeling, looking over at Kimbra and being reassured that her face 
matched my own.  She too had turned to look at me.  We both 
sort of gulped.
	"My goodness," she finally said, "this is certainly hot."
	"Yea," I managed to reply.
	They had rolled around until one was on her back.  The one 
on top quickly slid down, her mouth moving from her friend's 
breasts down between her thighs.  A close-up shot showed us 
exactly what she was doing with her tongue.  My pussy was 
screaming for that sort of attention.  I really wanted to start 
fingering myself but couldn't summon the nerve.  Over the course 
of the evening I'd sunk down in the couch a bit, and by now my 
skirt had ridden pretty far up my thighs.  I really wanted to tug 
it back down but I didn't dare touch a nerve anywhere around 
there.
	When the woman being pleasured hit her peak, she went 
screaming like a steam locomotive plunging off a trestle bridge.
	"Well," I found the gumption to remark, "_that_ seemed 
rather real."
	"If not, she definitely deserves the Oscar for Best Actress.  
And," Kimbra gave a shuddery sigh, "her friend gets the award 
for Best _Supporting_ Actress."
	"_No doubt!_"
	The two women were just squirming around for more 
activity when the tape ended.
	"What?" Kimbra cried.  "Fuck that, where's the rest of the 
tape?"
	"Either in Stephen's closet, or more likely on his shelf 
already turned into some Hollywood piece of shit.  God," I 
ventured, "I'd sure love to see the sequel to that.  The _encore!_"  
I got up slowly and swayed over to the set, then picked up the 
remote and aimed it down at the VCR.  I didn't bother to rewind, 
just ejecting and shutting it all down, bending down low to pluck 
the cassette out of the machine.  I returned to the sofa and 
plopped down, not caring that my skirt rode up higher than ever.
	We sat there in the quiet, the low flickering light of the 
guttering candles, not talking.  I half expected Kimbra to get up 
and gather her stuff to go home.  I was eager to be alone.  My 
fingers were itching to dance all across my body.  The second she 
was out the door I was going to leave a trail of clothing down the 
hallway to my bedroom.
	The other half of me was not at all surprised when she 
leaned over towards me a little, her voice hesitant and small.  
"Maybe, Denise, maybe _we_ should make the sequel.  Maybe we 
could provide the _encore_."
	There was no reason for me to answer in words.  I moved 
well out from my corner of the couch, and then Kimbra shifted 
even closer.  She reached out a hand and lay it lightly on my 
forearm, then immediately recoiled with a slight gasp.  The surge 
of electricity had singed us both.  We weren't two women missing 
men.  We were two women sharing an intensity of desire neither 
of us had ever felt so directly before.  We were subject and 
object, object and subject, seated on the same sofa and subtly 
moving closer and closer.
	Kimbra's face slowly loomed in front of mine.  When she was 
but a tongue thrust away her lovely full lips spoke, "This is so 
different, but right now I want you so badly."
	I answered with my tongue, closing the gap.  Her mouth 
opened for me, her lips were on mine, and her tongue joined in 
for a gentle luscious dance.  We started with slow deep kisses, 
the wonderful sweetness of call and response.  But our passions, 
once unleashed, made us ever more urgent, frantic, straddling the 
line towards desperate.  I had never been kissed like that in my 
life.  I had never kissed like that in my life.
	Our hands moved from the backs of each other's heads 
down the slopes to shoulders.  Our fingers lingered and trembled, 
not knowing where to go.  There were so many new soft curves to 
explore.  I traced the tender underside of Kimbra's chin, down the 
tiny down of her throat, her hand caressing mine in its motions.  
When her fingertips brushed around my wrist a shiver rose from 
my groin all the way up my spine.  Never had I known an erotic 
feeling so lush.  We gazed steadily deep into each other's eyes, 
each of us swirling into the reflected depths, our tongues 
twirling, the wetness of our mouths merely hinting at the rush of 
moisture gathering between our legs.  I could feel the flush swell 
my breasts, and then Kimbra felt it too, at the exact moment my 
hands reached to feel hers.  I unbuttoned her sweater as she 
unbuttoned my blouse, whimpering at the mutual discovery that 
nothing else barred the way to flesh fondling flesh, my hands 
massaging Kimbra's breasts while her hands massaged mine.  My 
nipples tightening under the touch of her fingertips as hers were 
under mine.  Our hands slid down our tummies, resting on our 
hips before going off to play in each other's laps.  We renewed 
our kiss, shyly at first, then growing ever aggressive as we 
ground our breasts together.
	"I want you . . . " I whispered as I grasped her hand, 
giving it a playful tug, "in my bed . . . all night long."
	"That's good," she let herself be led up, "because that's 
exactly where I intend to be.  With you," she nibbled at my ear, 
"in your bed," reaching a hand up to cup my breast, "all . . . 
night . . . long," her hand dropping to squeeze my ass before 
giving a tug at the zipper of my skirt.
	I stopped our procession long enough to undo the top of 
her pants, and reach over to unplug the phone from the jack.  
Kimbra gave a lusty smile of approval at that action.  Then we 
danced down the hallway to my bedroom, leaving twice the trail of 
clothes I had envisioned.
	We arrived in the bedroom still wearing out panties and I 
was in a rush to correct that until I caught a glimpse of the full 
length mirror on the wall.  What I saw was such a sexy sight I 
had to turn Kimbra so she could see.  Our smiles in reflection 
grew wide and lusty as we locked our refracted gazes, our eyes 
growing half-lidded.  I watched in the mirror as Kimbra's hand 
slipped down to cup and caress the fabric hiding my mons.  Her 
voice was a throaty warm moan right by my ear, "Oh Denise, 
you're as soaking wet as I am."  We both watched as my hand slid 
so slowly between her legs for confirmation.
	We turned away from our images for a long kiss, fondling 
each other silently.  Then Kimbra removed her hand, both her 
hands going to my sides, and she slowly sunk to her knees as 
she slid my panties down my legs.  As I stepped out of them 
Kimbra leaned in planting a tender kiss on my hair, then gave my 
swollen lips the lightest lick, inhaling deeply and declaring, "I 
can't wait another minute."
	I caught her arms and pulled her up.  "You'll have to.  But 
just another minute.  It's my turn now."  I lowered myself along 
with her panties, imitating every gesture she'd used, though when 
I bent in for my first brief taste of Kimbra, I reached around to 
give her full ass a quick squeeze.  I felt a shudder rise up from 
deep inside her.  I looked down and found both pairs of panties.  
Standing back up I presented them in my hand like a bouquet.  
We nuzzled our noses against them, breathing in the mixed scents 
of our flowering cunts.
	"The smell of both of us . . . " I intoned.
	" . . . together," Kimbra finished.
	I waltzed the few steps over and turned down the covers.  
I slid in then sat back on my heels.  "Come into my bed," I 
beckoned.
	"In your bed.  On your bed.  I'll come all over your bed."
	Kimbra joined me, mimicking my posture.  The position 
granted our fingers wonderful access to each other's dewy bud.  
A free hand each left to roam the other territories as our lips 
sank into another electrifying kiss.  "Luscious, luscious cunt," she 
kept whispering as we stroked one another into ever higher 
frenzy.  We were greedy and impatient, fingering and being 
fingered, but so aware of the other that when we peaked we 
crashed together, tectonic plates colliding and pushing up against 
each other, creating a vast new mountain range in testimony to 
our orgasms.  We collapsed in a tangle.  Within a few minutes I 
felt consumed by a terrible urge to kiss Kimbra, but the closest 
part of her was a breast.  With a slight movement I had both of 
them at my disposal, while mine hung swaying above her hungry 
mouth.
	We drew new life feasting on our life-giving glands.  Hands 
pressing, pumping, palpitating, while our mouths worked like 
sucking starving babies, suckling and nibbling, kissing and 
nipping, licking and tickling.  I was mesmerized by the 
differences between our breasts.  While we were about the same 
size, mine were more compact, firmer, ice cream mounds topped 
with chocolate kisses, my nipples always prominent, mauve 
thimbles that turned to metal tips under Kimbra's attentions, a 
conductive metal that shot the charges from her mouth, conveying 
them throughout my body.  Her breasts were fuller and flatter, 
more inclined to the effects of gravity.  I loved scooping them up 
to my eager mouth, rolling the mesas into mountains, her aureoles 
the pink saucers of a doll's tea set, the wide nipples rising in a 
fleshy pout.  I reached down to her slit, my fingers returning to 
smear them with her sauce.  Spreading butter, spreading honey 
on soft white rolls warm from the oven.
	"Oh _go-od!_  Oh, Denise," Kimbra nearly whined, "isn't that 
minute over yet?"  Her hands gripped my ribs under my arms.  
She wasn't coaxing, she was urging me on.  "_Denise!_" she 
pleaded.  "Please!  Now!  _Oh-hh_, I want a taste of your hot 
little pussy."
	The sensations were insane!  My tongue trailed down her 
sternum and across her soft little tummy, stopping to dart in and 
out and swirl around her belly button before continuing over her 
abdomen to the first little twists at the edge of her jungle.  My 
tongue was doing that to her, while I felt exactly that on my skin.
	I heard Kimbra mumble, "Oh-h, what an adorable twat.  
Pretty thing!  You look like you're just aching for some 
attention."  Then she was lost to words, her tongue slithering up 
inside me.  It felt like a small penis, but it was doing tricks a 
cock can only dream of.  I looked down at her tender flower.  My 
tongue wouldn't need to plow to find her furrow.  She was 
already in full bloom.  Her ripe, fertile smell, the coral pink and 
blood red colors of her inflamed yearning.  Her lips were plump 
and protruding, glistening with her juices.  I could feel her 
abdominal muscles tensing, flexing and flickering in anticipation 
and need.  I leaned forward to lose myself in the plush wonders 
of her cunt, doing to her what her tongue was doing to me.
	I had wondered if it wouldn't have been better for us to 
take turns, the better for us to concentrate on the giving and 
receiving of pleasure.  But the line between the two was utterly 
blurred.  In giving her pleasure I was receiving pleasure.  The 
pleasure I was receiving from her I was giving back in kind.  
Smelling her, tasting her, touching her, all these sensations were 
enough to propel me to my own ecstasy.  What she was doing to 
me simply sent me to even greater heights.  Tongues in and out, 
lapping all about, the gentle play of fingers poking, stroking, 
prodding and massaging.  I could barely stand it!  Continual 
waves rippled within me.  Jolts of electricity charging between my 
cunt and the pleasure center in my brain.  Every inch of my 
flesh was aflame.  Kimbra removed a finger from my cunt and 
slick with my nectar started toying with my anus.  I _gasped_!  
Then she nudged it inside.  I stopped to scream, "Suck my clit 
you sweet little slut!"  As she complied, I bent back and savaged 
her with relish and abandon.  We came together like a shrieking 
menagerie, muscles exploding, flooding each other's face with our 
juices.
	The spasms were still rushing through me as I managed to 
turn around and snuggle into Kimbra's waiting embrace.  I felt 
like a giant shot cock--sticky, spent and completely limp.  We 
kissed, a long slow and sharing kiss.  
	"The taste of us both . . . " I grinned.
	" . . . together," Kimbra finished with a giggle.  
	"Oh Denise," she shook her head, "that was so, so, _so-o_ 
fantastic, incredible, excellent, exciting, wonderful, marvelous, so, 
so, _so-o_ . . . now _you_ say something!"
	I plunged my tongue between her lips.  "Sweet sweet 
Kimbra, you took all the words right out of my mouth."
	We rested for a bit, replacing words with butterfly kisses 
and the light brushing of fingertips.  At length Kimbra rolled 
away from me and got up on her haunches, crawling down to sit 
on her heels between my legs.  "Now that we got _that_ out of 
the way, now I can concentrate on you for awhile."  There was a 
gleam to her eyes and a smug set to her lips as she plumped up 
a pillow, then slid it under my ass.  
	I spread my thighs wide, looking back at her with 
smoldering eyes, sliding my hands down to twirl around in my 
damp tendrils.  I slowly bucked my pelvis up and down in wanton 
invitation.  "Just don't take all night, baby.  Leave me plenty of 
time to play with you!"

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End Part 2 of 3
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