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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
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better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy
the story.
The Road Not Taken
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
Almost in time with Sally, Jennifer also
climaxed with an intensity that she hadn't enjoyed
in oh so very long. Her body trembled as her
mouth formed a silent O. Her legs and arms grew
weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up
and down her near naked form.
For long moments after her bodyquake
had ceased she just drifted there, listening to the
rapid beating of her heart. She always loved to
savor the first moments after an orgasm. One of
the sad truths of her life these days was that the
orgasms she enjoyed by her own hand were much
more enjoyable than those produced by her
husband. This climax in particular, had been quite
memorable to say the least.
Twenty long minutes passed as Jennifer sat
there in the dark room, waiting until the lights
went out in Sally's apartment. She couldn't
believe what she'd done. Yet at the same time she
was so glad she'd done it. Never in her life could
she have imagined that it could be so exciting to
watch two people make love -- and two women at
that. What was it that they called someone like
that, oh yes -- a voyeur.
Quietly as she could she made her way
back up to her own bedroom. Jack was still dead
to the world as she crawled back into their bed.
Despite her recent climax, Jennifer was still horny
and reached under the thin sheet and stroked
Jack's cock. It didn't take long to bring it to a
familiar hardness. Despite this she couldn't seem
to get him interested.
"Come on Jack." she whispered as she
ducked under the sheet and slipped the head of
his cock into her mouth.
"If this doesn't wake the dead, nothing
will." she thought as she ran her tongue along the
underside of his balls.
"Mmmmmmmm." Jack finally stirred as
the pleasant feeling finally woke him up.
"Hi honey." Jennifer purred as she let his
cock slip from her mouth and climbed on top of
him. "I am so, so horny." she said in her sexiest
voice.
Before Jack could respond, Jennifer had
guided his cock to the entrance of her moist
mound and was pressing hard against it.
"Fuck me baby!" Jennifer said as she felt
his hardness fill her. "Fuck me hard!"
Jennifer began to move up and down on
his cock, enjoying the sensations that grew in
intensity with each motion. Bracing her hand
against the sides of the bed, Jennifer rose and
dropped with an ever increasing frequency. Faster
and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that
was drawing the life out of his cock.
"Oh Yes....Jennifer!.." Jack called out as
he matched her familiar motions.
At the rate she was moving, Jennifer knew
that he would cum quickly. Even as a young man,
Jack had little self control. A few minutes later
she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so
that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove
herself down on it with a fury. Up again she
raised and then down with the same abandon.
Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot
burst erupt inside her.
Finally it was done and her hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted
to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still
within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her...
Drained, Jack quickly fell back asleep,
leaving Jennifer to ponder what she had done. It'd
been years since they'd fucked in the middle of the
night. In fact it'd been months since they'd fucked
at all.
It had been sex, pure and simple. Jack had
been nothing more than a warm blooded dildo
used for her pleasure. Truth be told, Jennifer
knew she would have traded it in a moment for
the lifeless hard rubber one that Sally had worn, as
long as the young Asian woman was attached to
the other end of it...
It was that thought that filled Jennifer's
mind as she finally drifted off to sleep.
The next Friday morning came quickly and
with it Sally and Jennifer's morning coffee. It was
hard for Jennifer to keep her mind on the more
mundane topics of discussion. All she could see
when she looked at Sally was the image of her half
naked, screwing the life out of that blonde
woman. Four times that week, Jennifer had
masturbated to that memory and each climax had
been as rewarding as the original.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow
night?" Jennifer asked as casually as she could,
trying not to sound too interested in the answer.
"Why yes, I was planning to go out with a
friend." Sally replied as she sipped her coffee.
"Why?"
"Oh no reason, I just thought if you had no
plans we might watch a movie on cable or
something." Jennifer explained. "No big deal,
maybe another night."
"Sure, why not." Sally said.
The moment Sally said she was going out,
Jennifer knew that it would be with that blonde
again. Silently she hoped they would find their
way once again back to Sally's apartment, because
if they did, she knew she would be there also. The
temptation was too hard to resist.
During the week, Sally had left the keys to
the basement apartment with Jennifer because the
exterminator was coming by. The older woman
had taken the opportunity to check on the peep
hole from the other side. To her relief, it was
practically invisible. The hole was part of a small
piece of chipped wallboard where a wall light had
been installed. When the wall light was on, you
couldn't look directly at the hole from Sally's side.
Jennifer had eliminated the possibility of light from
the utility room sided by covering that hole with a
small piece of tape.
Jennifer stared at the ceiling as she waited
for the clock to reach twelve. She assumed that
Sally would be home at the same time as last
week. The brunette was too excited to sleep and
she ignored Jack's snoring as she ran her finger up
and down the slit in her mound. Finally she
couldn't wait any longer and got up. Following
the same pattern as last week, she made her way
to the utility room.
Carefully she removed the tape and saw
that the basement apartment was still dark. A
small frown of disappointment filled her face.
Did they go somewhere else? Perhaps the blonde's
home?
"I'm here, might as well give it a little
time." Jennifer thought to herself as she got
comfortable.
She'd fixed up that corner of the utility
room earlier in the week, making a little platform
out of some heavy wooden boxes and topping it
with one of the boy's old bean bag chairs. It gave
her a comfortable place to sit.
It was almost too comfortable as once
she'd sat there a while, Jennifer fell asleep. It was
only the sound of voices through the wall that
woke her up. Sally was finally home.
Excitedly, Jennifer pressed her eye against
her spyhole. Yes, it was Sally, and she was in
much the same state of undress that she'd been the
week before. The Chinese woman was kneeling
on the bed, straddling another woman whose face
was pressed between Sally's legs. It was obvious
from the look of contentment on her face and the
soft moans from Sally's lips that the partially
obscured woman had her tongue up and within
Sally's pussy.
"This is so exciting." Jennifer thought as
she slowly caressed her own pussy, imagining the
feel of a willing tongue on it. "Come on Amber."
she silently added. "Do it to us!"
It wasn't until both Sally and Jennifer had
their first mini-climax that the woman beneath
Sally climbed out from under her lower and
Jennifer got a good look at her face.
"That's not Amber." Jennifer started to
exclaim out loud, catching herself only at the last
moment.
Sure enough, the woman in Sally's bed
wasn't the same blonde that had been there a week
before. She was just as blonde but her hair was
long, stretching down to her waist. The light was
bright enough for Jennifer to see that unlike
Amber, this new love had blue eyes. Finally, it
was obvious that this blonde was in her
mid-thirties. Listening carefully, Jennifer heard
Sally call out her name. It was Susan.
The night ended much as it had the week
before, with Jennifer sharing Sally and Susan's
climax. The only change was that when she went
back upstairs, Jennifer was more willing to stop at
the bathroom and satisfy herself with her vibrator
rather than try to repeat last weeks late night fuck
with Jack. The final result was the same with
fewer problems.
Seven days quickly passed and during
them Jennifer's thoughts turned many times to the
question of who she would find with Sally when
she looked though the hole on Saturday night. At
least once a day she masturbated to the images of
the last two weekends and the anticipation of
what was to come. She no longer cared that Jack
had started working later than he normally did
and that she slept alone more and more. It just
gave her more time to think of Sally.
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"Oh Sally, tes seins sont si magnifiques.
J'adore les sucer." said the small long haired
brunette who was sucking eagerly at Sally's
breasts.
"C'est l'attention de ta langue
merveilleusee Marie-Josee, qui fait ressortir leur
veritable beaute." Sally replied as she gently
stroked the side of her lover's face.
From her hidden view, Sally could easily
hear the words of love but her own limited high
school French was two decades behind her. The
most she could make out was that the girl's name
was Marie. She was a small woman, 25 years old
and only 4'11" in height. What she lacked in
stature she more than made up in passion.
As she had the two weeks before, Jennifer
shared in that passion.
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"Who will it be tonight?" Jennifer thought
as she made herself comfortable in the beanbag
chair. "The suspense is killing me."
She didn't have long to wait, and the
answer wasn't who but whom. Sally was laying
across the bed, her head nestled between the
ample breasts of a plump, dark skinned Philippine
woman. Jennifer guessed she must've weighed
about 160 lbs., but was nevertheless an extremely
sexy woman. Her breasts were at least 44D and
rested on each side of Sally's head.
Across both women's feet lay another
Asian woman in her early 20's. As pale skinned as
the first was dark, she had small rounded breasts
and a tiny black patch between her legs. In her
hand she held a small white vibrator, which at the
moment was half buried in Sally's pussy.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Oh my God!" Jennifer gasped as she
took in the appearance of the blonde propped
against the headboard of the large bed, her wet
pussy growing wetter under the gentle caress of
Sally's tongue. "I hope she's legal." added the 38
year old as she admired the small firm breasts that
bounced up and down as the girl met each stroke
of Sally's tongue with a thrust of her own.
The girl was 5'3" with a face that didn't
look more than 16. All the girl was wearing was a
bright red bra, pulled down to expose her mounds.
The matching panties were somewhere on the
floor. Her skin was tanned from head to toe,
giving her an even more juvenile appearance.
The girl had a familiar look to her.
Jennifer knew she had never met her before, but
there was something about her. Then it came to
her. The girl was almost a dead ringer for a teen
actress that had appeared on a sitcom when
Jennifer was younger. The Bradley Group or
something like that. She couldn't remember the
actress' name but she remembered that all the
teenage boys in the neighborhood had been hot
for her. Jennifer remembered overhearing her
older brother tell one of his friends that she was
the girl they most wanted to fuck.
It caused Jennifer some concern to think
that her boarder had seduced an underage girl.
But not so much concern that she failed to bury
three of her fingers within her cunt, frantically
rubbing her clit.
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Five weeks, six different lovers -- it was
too much for Jennifer to fully absorb. Her whole
world now seemed to revolve around that small
utility room and the visions of delight just beyond
it. That she was invading the privacy of others no
longer came into play. All she knew was that
nothing in her life had caused such a reaction
within her. In her dreams, she became the women
in Sally's bed -- the object of her considerable lust.
The following week, Sally had a small cold
and decided to stay home alone over the weekend.
Jennifer couldn't believe the deep sense of
disappointment she had felt over that. The
Saturday nights they unknowingly shared were
becoming an all consuming obsession.
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Jennifer's face paled at the sight that
greeted her eyes a short week later. She had
heard about such things but neither understood
them or ever thought she would. Sally was face
down on her bed, her hands and arms tightly
bound together by thin white cord. A small black
gag filled her mouth, the center of which held a
tiny red ball. Her legs were spread wide apart,
chained to a thin wooden pole that kept them that
way.
"Take it bitch!" the salt and pepper haired
woman said as she held on to the strap on cock
between her legs and pressed it against the gap
between Sally's cheeks. "You know you want it."
Dressed in a leather outfit that left her
large breasts hanging free, the 50 year old woman
pushed harder until the head of her rubber cock
began to disappear into Sally's wet pussy. The
Chinese woman bucked up and down as her
captor pushed inch after inch inside of her.
"Oh baby, you know you love it" Rose
Marie said as she slid the full length into her
helpless captive.
Sally's voice was muffled by the gag, but
the look in her eyes told volumes. Yes, she did
love it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Sally's love of toys was never more evident
a week later when she shared her bed with a 25
year old athletic blonde with fire-gold hair named
Kelly. A long hard double-ended dildo connected
the two woman as they rocked each other to
orgasm after orgasm. In Jennifer's sizzling dreams
that night, she was the woman on the other side of
that artificial cock.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Melissa was the next woman's name. She
had long waist length hair that was a sort of
blonde/brunette cross and a delightful 35C bust.
Their lovemaking that night was somewhat more
conventional but inspiring none the less.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Finally there was Terresa, a tall full figured
blonde who showed that given the mood, Sally
could be dominant as well as submissive.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
In the two months since Jennifer's
nocturnal voyeurism had begun, she had
undergone some major changes in her thinking.
There was a time that she would've thought of any
woman who had so many different lovers as a slut,
pure and simple. Now it just seemed to her that
Sally was just living an adventurous sex life.
What really amazed her was the way that Sally
could keep the different aspects of her life apart.
For most of the week she was in every
aspect a pillar of the community. A tireless and
dedicated nurse who not only put in long hours at
the hospital but also spent part of her day off at
the free clinic downtown. Then come Saturday
night it was as if she only had to throw a switch
and be transformed into a dynamo of lesbian lust.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Excuse me, does Sally Yee live here?"
said a strong feminine voice from behind Jennifer
as she worked in the garden.
Jennifer looked up from her work to see a
tall black woman standing on the other side of the
bushes. At least 5'9", she had very dark skin
which formed a perfect contrast with exquisitely
styled white hair. The woman, who introduced
herself as Dr. Cheryl Barrret, had one of the
prettiest faces that Jennifer had ever seen on any
woman and was also blessed with a body just as
perfect. If she hadn't introduced herself as a
doctor, Jennifer would've put her occupation as a
model.
"Yes, Sally lives here." Jennifer replied as
she wiped her hands on the wet washrag she
always kept around when she did yard work.
"But I'm afraid that she's not home yet."
"Oh, that's too bad." Cheryl said as she
glanced at her watch. "I was hoping to catch her
before I had to go to work."
"Well she should be home in about a half
hour." Jennifer offered as she glanced at her own
watch. "You're welcome to wait if you want.
Can I offer you some lemonade or something?"
"That sounds fine, thank you." Cheryl said
with a smile. "As long as I'm not keeping you
from anything."
"Not at all," Jennifer said as she opened
the door to the kitchen. "I was just about to knock
off anyway. Make yourself comfortable."
Through the large kitchen window,
Jennifer watched as the well dressed woman took
a seat on the porch. A tall, cold drink in each
hand, she quickly joined her.
"Do you also work at Metropolitan?"
Jennifer asked as she watched the woman take a
sip of the drink.
"No, I have a private practice." the 37
year old replied. "But I do have rights at the
hospital. This is excellent lemonade by the way."
"Thanks." Jennifer said. "It's a recipe my
Grandmother taught me."
As they each took another taste, Jennifer
couldn't help but wonder if Cheryl would be the
woman she saw when she looked through her
peephole tomorrow night. A large part of her
hoped it was. The woman was beautiful, there
was no concealing that. Not even the stylish but
conservative white blouse and matching blue
jacket and skirt could hide the ample endowments
beneath them.
Jennifer had never seen a naked black
woman. There had been no black girls in her
classes back in school and Jack's taste in adult
entertainment didn't run in that direction. She
wondered what Cheryl's nipples looked like, if
they were large or small. Or even if they were
darker than the rest of her skin. Hopefully, she
would have the chance to find out.
That was something else new that Jennifer
had discovered about herself in the last ten weeks.
The 38 year old couldn't look at a woman
anymore, even her oldest and closest friends,
without imaginingg what they looked like naked.
The two women chatted about innocuous
subjects and twenty minutes passed quickly. Out
of the corner of her eye, Jennifer spotted Sally
coming down the street.
"Here she is now." she remarked as she
stood up and waved to get the Asian woman's
attention. "Sally, back here." she called out.
Smiling, Sally followed the stone walk to
the patio. The smile changed to a startled look
when she spotted Cheryl.
"Cheryl!" she said, the surprise in her
voice evident.
"I'm sorry to stop by unannounced." the
tall woman said as she rose to her feet. "But I
really didn't want to just leave a message on your
answering machine."
"Is something wrong?" Sally asked, the
surprise in her voice quickly changing to concern.
"No, nothing like that." Cheryl answered
quickly. "Actually, it's good news. I've been
offered a chance to take part in a two week
seminar with Dr. Simon Nickols. One of the other
participants had to bow out at the last minute. "
"That's great." Sally said, her face lighting
up.
Jennifer had no idea who this Dr. Nickols
was, but it was obvious from Sally's reaction that
he was someone important.
"The problem is that I have to be in San
Francisco by tomorrow. My flight leaves in about
three hours."
"So what's the problem, get on the plane."
Sally said.
"Tomorrow night...remember?" Cheryl
said. "The ....."
She stopped in mid-sentence as she
remembered Jennifer was there with them.
"It's okay," Sally said, guessing the reason
for Cheryl's sudden pause. "Jennifer knows I'm a
lesbian."
"Oh," the dark skinned woman said,
looking at Jennifer for a moment and then turning
her attention back to Sally. "Tomorrow night is
the dance."
Her emphasis on 'the dance' told Jennifer
that this was no ordinary function. Quietly she
stood there, hoping to hear more.
"Don't worry about that." Sally replied.
"You just get on that plane."
"I'm really sorry, I know how much you
were looking forward to it." Cheryl said in her
most apologetic tone. "It's too late for you to ask
anyone else and ..."
"Don't think another minute about that."
Sally said as she pressed a long slender finger to
Cheryl's bright red lips. "You just go and have a
great time."
"You're sure?" Cheryl said.
"Go!" Sally said in a forceful yet caring
tone.
She planted a quick kiss on Cheryl's cheek
and whispered something in her ear. Without
another word, the tall blue suited woman turned
and walked to her car.
As soon as she was out of sight, the look
of support on Sally's face faded and Jennifer could
see the slightest look of disappointment in its
place.
"I guess this dance was pretty important."
Jennifer said. "And I'm assuming Cheryl was your
date for the evening."
"Yes to both." Sally answered. "The
dance is sponsored by the Sean McMurphy
Memorial Fund. It's one of the biggest events of
the year in our circle of friends.”
"And I guess it goes without saying that
it's a couples only event and all your friends are
already matched up." Jennifer added.
Sally's expression signaled agreement.
"So I guess you'll have to find a new date
by tomorrow night."
"That's easier said than done." Sally
sighed, the measure of disappointment very
evident.
"Oh, I don't know." Jennifer countered. "I
really don't have any plans for the weekend."
"What?" Sally said a little surprised.
"I said, I'm free for the weekend." Jennifer
repeated. "And it's been ages since I've gone
dancing. I'd love to go with you. Unless of course
I'm not the type of woman that you'd like to be
seen with?"
"Oh no, of course not." Sally said. "It's
just that I never considered the idea that you'd
want to go. I mean, its just a dance and all, but I
think most straight women would be afraid of
being labeled 'lesbian by association.' Of course
it's being held out in Tompkins County so there's
little chance of anyone you know seeing you
here."
Jennifer's proposal that she go with Sally
had been so spur of the moment, she'd never
considered the idea that someone she knew might
see her at such an event. If she had considered
that idea, she might not have made the suggestion.
The knowledge that the dance was being held in a
town almost a hundred miles away saved the
brunette the embarrassment of trying to back out
of her rash idea.
"I'd love for you to come with me." Sally
said with a bright smile. "But don't you think Jack
would have a problem with it. I mean, he doesn't
even know about me and from what I've observed,
he's not the most liberal person I've ever met."
"Oh don't worry about Jack." Jennifer said
as the idea of attending the dance with Sally began
to become more and more attractive. "What he
doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he's going
to be away on a business trip this weekend."
What Jennifer didn't mention was that
going along with Jack on his business trip was his
22 year old secretary. Over the last few months,
she had become sure that she was taking a most
particular form of dictation from her husband.
She'd met Karen a few times and it was obvious
that the big breasted blonde was hired more for
her measurements than her intellect. Sometimes,
stereotypes did prove true.
"I guess it would be all right then." Sally
concluded. "As long as you're sure that you won't
feel too uncomfortable going to a dance where
there are only other women to dance with."
"Hey, it'll be just like back in high school."
Jennifer laughed. Of course, back in high school it
was only the boys trying to get in her pants.
Saturday morning, Jennifer practically
threw Jack out of the house and set him on his
way. By the time he was out of the shower, she'd
had his overnight bag waiting by the door and
breakfast waiting in the kitchen.
Over a quick meal of pancakes and
sausages, Jennifer casually mentioned that she was
going to a medical association dinner with Sally
that night. She said that the doctor that was
originally going with Sally had be called away and
that as long as the seat was already paid for, it
was a crime to let it go to waste. So if Jack called
that night, she would be out.
"After all, since you and Karen will be
wrapped up in business meetings all weekend,
there's no need for me to sit home alone."
Jennifer said as she cleared the dishes.
A guilty look flashed across Jack's face
that only helped confirm Jennifer's suspicions.
The mention that Karen was going with him on
the overnight trip upset Jack enough for him to
simply accept Jennifer's plans at face value and to
hope she didn't dwell too much on her presence.
Jennifer spent a good part of the afternoon
at her favorite beauty salon getting her hair done.
In retrospect, she wished she'd gone to one on the
other side of town. The beautician who was
cutting her hair was a friend of a friend and much
too nosy to suit Jennifer's taste. When asked what
kind of event she needed her hair done up for,
Jennifer had said a dinner dance and expected to
leave it at that. Instead, the girl then proceded to
ask a hundred questions that simply were none of
her business. Still, the inquisition had been worth
it, her hair looked incredible. She hoped Sally
appreciated it.
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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