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Slitfest (Part 2 of 4)
Hello. This is the sequel to my first adult text story, entitled
SLITFEST.TXT, later re-named to SLITFST1.TXT. I received a great deal
of favorable responses from my original story, thus the easy decision to
write this one. If you have not read the first story, you should do so.
My name is Denise and I am 25 years of age (I was 24 when the first
story was written, so please don't be confused). For those of you who
like to know such things, I stand 5'6" and weigh 108 pounds, have long
blonde hair and bluish-green eyes. My measurements are 35c-24-34. You
should remember from my first story that I am a bi-sexual female.
I will write more stories about my sexual life in the future when
given the time. I only request that you upload this adult text file,
and all the others you have, to various bulletin boards and networks
which allow them. It's the sharing concept!
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In my last story, I detailed how the romance
was re-kindled with one of my female lovers,
Ashley. I also spoke of my three girlfriends;
Carrie, Melanie and Deborah. While the five
of us would have several "girls only" nights,
where we would go out and hit the town, or
just find a place to stay for an evening and
fuck relentlessly, I only kept contact with
them for five months.
It all started when Ashley moved away to go to
a better college, in Virginia, of all places.
Since it's winter now, I wonder if she wishes
she were back here in California, where it's
still warm? Hmmmm. Anyway, Ashley was my
main companion, and she really got off on
being with Carrie, Melanie and Deborah. I
guess, I stayed with the three of them for so
long, simply because of Ashley.
But once Ashley left, I decided to stop seeing
the three ladies. While I do enjoy engaging
in group sex, having it three or four times a
week can get kind of boring -- the idea loses
its luster. I still consider myself friends
with the threesome, but I haven't seen any of
them in over a month. But if I wanted to, I
could pick up the telephone, and set a date
with them for the upcoming weekend -- where
the four of us would fuck for hours. However,
I am pretty content right now in my life.
I work for a large corporation in a Southern California city, as a
secretary. It is certainly not what you would call a glamour job, but
it pays the bills, and allows me to live in a comfortable apartment.
While on my lunch hour one afternoon in a nearby restaurant, I
overheard a conversation between Wendy and Angela, both of whom work in
the same office I do. Angela is the know-all of the office; she seems
to have all the scoops and latest gossip on all the employees.
I usually do not listen to her never-ending chatter, but could not
help but to tune in when she told Wendy that Barbara, a receptionist in
another division of the company, was bi-sexual.
"Rumor has it," Angela told her friend, "that Barbara was seen
going out of one of those dyke clubs in the north part of town." Angela
had spoke in such a snotty, demeaning tone that it reminded me why I do
not like her at all. This woman thinks anything she does not like, or
is against, is completely wrong. I could tell by her tone of voice that
she did not approve of lesbianism or bi-sexuality.
And whose place was it of hers to talk about Barbara in such a way
to a fellow co-worker? "Rumor has it"? This was not fair. What would
happen to Barbara's reputation if this "rumor" was false? No one would
believe her, but people like Angela would look down on her anyway.
"You mean she's a carpet muncher?" Wendy asked in her dumb tone.
Wow, I said to myself. What a genious term.
"Sure looks like it," Angela replied. "One of the girls from the
office saw her leave the dyke club, along with a woman who went out with
her. They left together."
"Doesn't surprise me," Wendy sneered. "Have you ever heard Barbara
talk about men? You ask her, and she's never dating a man."
"She's dating women!" Angela giggled.
It was at that time I decided to get up from my booth, and go and
pay the lunch bill. I had heard enough.
I got back to the office building about 10 minutes before break
ended, and decided to go and check on Barbara's division. I was hoping
she had returned from lunch as well. I had seen and met her before, but
Barbara was more of an acquaintance to me. I wanted to get an eye-ful
of her, to find out if she was my kind of girl.
I went to the networking division of the company and found Barbara
seated at her desk in the middle of the room, chatting on the phone. It
was a big office, and there were about 20 workstations in the room...
but there were only four people (including Barbara) who had returned
from lunch. I just stood at the door and casually looked at her, all
the while pretending as if I were waiting for someone else to arrive.
I got the idea from my first really good look at Barbara that she
was much more attractive than I had previously thought. She looked no
older than me, and had long blonde hair which went down to the center
of her back. Barbara was wearing a snug-fitting black dress with white
polkadots on it; and I could immediately tell that her body underneath
was very trim and well-proportioned.
But I could not get over the way her face lit up each time she
smiled. The sight was beautiful. It was the type of smile which could
light up the darkest of rooms, in a single instant.
I quickly got the impression that whomever Barbara was speaking to
on the telephone, it was a personal call... not a business one. She
seemed too happy and lively to talk business. At least, I could never
be so positive when talking shop.
I didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so I turned and walked
away, back to my own division. Lunch hour was almost over, and fellow
co-workers were filing back into the office. I got back to work, but
could not get my mind off the ravishing blonde at the other end of the
building, who was rumored to be either bi-sexual or lesbian.
I listened to chatterbox Angela and her gossipy friends for the
rest of the afternoon. The rumor mill about Barbara was at full speed
now -- there were even new ones. One of the other girls said she saw
Barbara hug and kiss an older woman a few months back in the parking
garage when it appeared no one else was around. But the gossiper
claimed she did not tell anyone, because she thought that woman with
Barbara was probably her mother. She now proclaimed the woman with
Barbara was one of her "lezzy friends".
I wanted to stand up and scream, and tell these women who
apparently have nothing better to do with their time than to sit
around and spread rumors, to shut their traps. Poor Barbara was
getting butchered, but I couldn't stand up for her. I certainly did not
want these bitches to start spreading rumors about me too.
However, I had something else in mind.
I've always been a person to take a chance, especially when it
comes to dealing with women. When I believe one is bi-sexual or
lesbian, I usually persue them, and find out for sure. Otherwise, I
would go through life without any female companionship -- and that
definitely would not be a good thing. I'm not like others in my
position -- afraid to ask other women if they may have an interest.
I intended to persue Barbara.
I go by the motto: "If you don't ask, you'll never receive what you
want." Let's look at the situation. I'm without Barbara at this point
in time. If I "ask her out" and she rejects me, I will still be without
Barbara. How would this make my life any worse than it was before I
asked her? It would be the same. But if she agrees to my advances,
then I will have gained something -- Barbara. I will have everything to
gain, and absolutely nothing to lose.
That's just the way I go through life.
Thus, in secret, I punched Barbara's employee profile up on my
computer. 24 years old, and she lived no more than a few miles from
where I did. The only thing I was interested in was her age, though.
As usual, curiousity got to me.
I dialed up her workstation number on the telephone, and spoke in
a tone low enough so that the women in my office could not overhear
what I had to say. After Barbara picked it up and said hello, I put
my plan to work.
"Hi, this is Denise, from over in accounting."
"Hi Denise," Barbara greeted in a friendly tone. "What can I do
for you?"
"I'd like to talk to you for a couple of minutes, face-to-face,"
was my reply. "Can I meet you in the fifth-floor conference room,
say... around 5:15?"
"5:15?" Barbara asked, skeptical. "But my shift ends 15 minutes
before that... Can't you talk to me here on the telephone?"
"I rather do it face-to-face," I told her.
"Oh... okay. I'll meet you, fifth-floor conference room, 15
minutes after five o'clock. Is that it?"
"Yes, that's it. And thank you."
I hung up the telephone and felt my insides tingle at what had
just occured. My shift, as well as mostly everyone else's, ended at
5:00pm too. But if I were to wait 15 minutes and let most of the
employees filter out to their cars, Barbara and I would not have to
worry about being spotted. The building did not lock down until 7:00pm.
The women from my office flocked to the exit like bees to a nest
once the clock read 5:00pm. I stayed behind, acting as if I were
cleaning out my desk, and was the last to leave. That was 10 minutes
later. I went to the fifth floor, and strolled over to the conference
room. Barbara was standing outside it, and I greeted her with a smile.
"Hi, thanks for meeting me," I said. "Can we go inside?"
"Sure," she replied, opening the door. I followed her in, and
closed the door behind us.
Barbara took a seat at the table and looked up at me. "Now... what
is all this about?"
I had heard enough rumors about Barbara in the day, from many
different people, to have reason to say what I was about to say.
Before speaking, I took in a deep breath.
"I feel kind of strange, meeting you like this," I told her. "But,
I just can't help it. I'm... attracted to you."
Barbara's green eyes grew big, and she suddenly stood up from the
table and took a step back. "What!?"
I could not detract now, so I had to go through with my rehearsed
speech. "I don't know. I've been noticing you lately, and I'm very
attracted to you. I don't know if you like girls or not, but I've
always been the type of person to be open and honest about my feelings."
Barbara seemed a little scared and shocked at the same time, as she
took three more steps back. "What is this?" she hissed. "A joke? Did
one of those girls spreading rumors send you here, to set me up?"
"Noooo," I said in a soft tone, stepping forward. I took another
deep breath, then decided to come out with the truth. "I admit that I
heard the rumors... but they did not send me here. I'm here on my own."
I took another step toward her. "Don't worry... I'm bi-sexual."
The look of shock and fright upon Barbara's face suddenly changed
to one of confusion. "You are?" came a timid question.
I took another step closer, and placed my right hand upon her
shoulder. "I sure am."
"I... I... don't know... what to... say," Barbara gibbered.
I smiled at her. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
My ensuing dinner date with Barbara was very
nice. We went to my favorite restaurant, near
the city mall, and spoke for about two hours.
I listened to Barbara express her disdain for
the rumors which were circulating, although
she revealed to me all of them were true.
Barbara also told me that she was not seeing
another woman at the current time, which, of
course, made me very happy.
I followed Barbara to her apartment, but said
I needed to get home myself. I didn't want
things to go too far this first night... it
may have possibly ruined any chance for the
future. So, instead, I gave Barbara a soft
whisper of a kiss, on the lips, before getting
back into my car and leaving.
We made a promise to get to know one another
more... much more.
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Barbara said that she did not want the others
at work to think that I was bi-sexual too, so
the two of us kept our distance while others
were around. We would meet, however, each day
at 5:15pm, after the majority of co-workers
had gone home. During this time period, I do
not remember seeing anyone past 5:15pm that I
recognized, let alone knew. Barbara and I
would usually leave together and go on a
dinner date, all the while getting to know one
another more and more.
I made a telephone call to my parents a week
or so after Barbara and I had become friends.
I asked my father if I could use his resort
cabin, up in the mountains, for the weekend.
I did not suspect he would decline my request,
simply because both he and my mother have
pretty much given me everything I have ever
needed and/or wanted. Thus, it came as no
surprise when his response was: "When can you
come over and pick up the keys, sweetheart?"
I thought that the cabin would provide Barbara
and myself a peaceful retreat for the weekend.
We could spend a couple of days in nature, and
not have to deal with the sights and sounds of
the busy city. It would also, perhaps most
importantly, give Barbara and myself more time
to get to know one another.
Of course, I had to ask Barbara if she would
be interested in spending some time up at the
cabin. She seemed a little skeptical at
first. But, I eventually convinced her. I
described how peaceful the surronding forest
can be. I told her that watching the sunset
through the trees is simply beautiful. I
spoke of the nature trails, where we could
take hikes and view the animal life. I spoke
of the flowers we could pick and take home.
As I said, she eventually agreed to go.
And I didn't even have to mention the
earth-shattering sex I had in mind for us!
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We agreed to go up to the mountains on that
Friday evening, after work, and stay there
until late Sunday. I told Barbara to pack all
of her belongings on Thursday, so we could get
off work and head straight for the cabin. The
only detour would be Barbara parking her car
at the apartment complex where she lived.
Both of us went in my car.
The drive up to the cabin was very refreshing.
I've always thought that once you get out of
the crowded urban areas around Los Angeles,
and into the mountains and forests, there
isn't a more beautiful place in the entire
country. And, I've been to several areas.
We stopped off at the grocery store in the
small town before turning onto the road which
led up to the cabin. Barbara and I split the
costs for food and beverages, while getting
tips and pointers from the friendly cashier on
what to do, and what to avoid, in the forest.
It makes me feel naughty to think about this,
but I have to imagine what the cashier would
have thought if he knew that Barbara and I
were pussy-hungry women, going up to the cabin
to live out our desires. Sex had not come up
with Barbara when I offered her a weekend at
the cabin, but I knew full well that she was
thinking about it just as much as I was. We
had not fucked yet, but there was definite
hints coming from her that she wanted it
almost (but not more) as much as I did.
The two of us arrived there around 8:00pm or so. The cabin was a
bit cold at first, so we turned on the heating system, and roared up the
fireplace. We proceeded to unpack our luggage, then fix and share a
scrumptious spaghetti dinner together.
Around 10:00, Barbara and I were seated in front of the fireplace,
sipping glasses of champagne. We were still dressed the same as we were
upon arrival : she was in a blue sweater and jeans, and I was in a white
blouse and brown pants. The inevitable topic, sex, had finally come up,
and we were discussing "first times".
"I'll just never forget the experience," Barbara said, a look of
glee upon her lovely face. "I mean, there I was, and here was this big
hunk over top of me, shooting cum all over my breasts and face! He
even got it into my hair!"
"Oooooh!" I squealed. "I used to like it, when I still dated men,
when they would blow their load and shoot it all over my hair! It got
real STICKY, and I loved it!"
Barbara smiled at me. "So, Denise, what was your first time like?
Anything exciting, or just drab and dull?"
"Exciting," I said, nodding my head. "Back in high school, with my
first boyfriend... his name was Eric. He was supposed to experienced
and all, so I pretty much let him have his way with me. He fucked me
on the sofa in his house... his parents were not home, of course. But,
all seemed normal until Eric started saying that he simply COULD NOT be
satisfied unless he fucked me in the ass!"
"Really?" Barbara exclaimed, laughing. Hey, we were having fun,
sharing intimate stories like this!
"Really!" I returned. "I wanted to make him happy, so I said that
it would be okay if he fucked me in the ass."
"How did it feel?" Barbara asked, eagerly.
I shook my head. "I'll never forget it. I got on the floor, on my
hands and knees, and he simply forged that huge cock into my ass. It
felt so INTENSE! I could not believe it. I was screaming and crying,
because it hurt so bad, yet felt so good at the same time. Finally,
Eric kind of lost control, and he pulled out and came all over my back."
I paused and added, with a wry smile, "I let him fuck my ass anytime he
wanted until we broke up, a few months later."
"Did you ever get caught having sex with someone else?" was
Barbara's next question.
"Sure did!" was my reply. "Back in high school as well, but this
time with my first girlfriend, Nikki. We stayed a bit longer than any
of the other girls one evening after cheerleading practice in the locker
room. We were busy applying mascara and stuff like that. All of a
sudden, Nikki is getting horny, and she starts kissing and feeling me
up! No one was supposed to be around, and it was getting pretty hot and
heavy when all of a sudden, 'WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?'."
"Who said that?" Barbara laughed.
"It was the cheerleading coach, Miss Hardwick!" I exclaimed. "She
had caught Nikki and I necking... but didn't seem to mind. She just
told us to get home immediately, and she would not report us to the
principal. We went home, and never heard a thing from Miss Hardwick
about that night again. It was as if it didn't happen."
Barbara took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Hmmmmm... all this
talk about sex is making me hot. You?"
I grinned at her in return. "I'm burning up inside." I paused, my
smile becoming wider. "I mean, I've only known you for a week, and
here we are, sharing personal experiences with one another..."
"...in front of a fireplace, in a secluded area of the mountains,
with no one else around." Barbara had finished my thought.
"Exactly!"
Barbara's green eyes grew big once more... it almost was like they
were glowing. She looked at me, her expression deep and piercing.
"Denise," came a quiet tone, "when was the last time you made love to
another woman?" She reached out and grasped my right hand.
"About a month or so ago," was my soft reply.
She smiled. "Would you like to make love to me?"
There was a slight pause on my part. I just wanted to have her
question, and what it meant, sink in. "Barbara, honey, I don't think
there is anything in the world... that I want to do more right now,
than take you into my arms and make love to you."
She flashed that light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile at me,
then scooted closer and placed one arm around my shoulder, drawing my
body to hers. I felt a hand of hers press firmly against one of my
breasts, and then her lips closed over mine for a soft, soothing kiss.
I could not believe my luck! Here I was, alone in a secluded cabin
for the weekend, with an absolute blonde bombshell of a woman. I began
to think if not for chatterbox Angela and her rumor spreading, I would
have never found out about Barbara's attraction to women. And at the
same time, I would not have such a warm, sensual body in my arms now.
Hmmmm.
Angela helped me, but I could never thank her.
She's a bitch!
The kiss Barbara and I shared in front of the fireplace slowly
changed from soft and explatory, to a heated, passionate exchange.
When I first pressed my tongue against her lips, Barbara moaned in
delight. She proceeded to open her mouth for me, giving my tongue
access. I used the invitation, and sought her own tongue, in her mouth.
It was at that point the kiss really started to heat up. Barbara
placed her arms around me and hugged tightly, and I reached down and
cupped her shapely ass in both hands.
The breathing between us intensified, and soon we were gasping for
air, in unison. I could tell that Barbara was really hungry for a kiss.
She was more eager than anyone I ever remember kissing.
"I can't believe this," she squealed, once the kiss had ended,
almost a minute after it started. "Just last week, I'm all alone, and
now here I am, with you!"
"I know," I smiled at her. "I feel the same way."
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, grinning. "I'm going to fuck you, Denise.
I'm going to fuck you something good!"
My hands still cupped her ass as she reached forward and began to
massage my breasts through the blouse I wore. We looked at each other
and exchanged a smile, and soon her long fingers were busy, unbuttoning
my top and whisking it away.
I placed both hands behind my neck and held the submissive-like
position while Barbara unsnapped my bra. Then I released the position,
and she took the bra off. I was topless in front of her now, and she
reached down and started thumbing one of my nipples.
"Oooooh," she cooed, those magnificant fingers at work, "so very
hard and rigid."
Moaning, I managed to unbutton the stylish brown pants I wore, and
pushed them down slightly. I reached between my thighs and placed my
hand upon my pussy, covered by a pair of panties, and massaged gently.
Barbara noticed I was masturbating, and smiled. "Hmmmm. A woman
who was the same hobby I do. And not afraid to show it!" She held two
fingers up with her free hand, while the other continued to work on my
nipple. "These have been my sexual companions for the past couple of
months," came her confession. "The good ol' index and middle finger."
"Maybe I can be a companion too, from now on," I moaned at her.
"Hmmmmm," she smiled. "I'd like that."
Barbara's mouth descended downward, and suddenly her lips clamped
down upon one of my nipples.
I cooed and moaned as her lips and tongue got to work on pleasuring
me even more. I reached down, and started to massage her blonde head.
She looked up and smiled, still suckling my nipple, then giggled.
"Oh Barbara, that feels so nice.... So nice... Ohhhh..."
"We need to get you out of your clothes," Barbara said, her hands
going downward, toward my brown pants.
She tugged them down, and wiggled my high-heels off in the process.
I massaged my pussy once more, again through the panties, and then
Barbara slipped them down as well. I watched as her gaze focused on the
cleft between my thighs. She licked her lips and smiled at the sight.
Barbara scooted further away, then spread my legs wide with both
hands. She grasped my bare ass, then began an assault upon my pussy.
Moaning, I looked down and watched Barbara, still fully dressed,
as her lips and tongue worked on their slippery snack. I arched my
neck and back, the sensations shooting through my body at a rapid pace,
and then felt two fingers sliding deep between my wet folds. I reached
over and tightly grasped the leg of a chair as this absolute enchantress
of a woman started to finger-fuck me, using her lips at the same time.
"So tasty!" Barbara squealed as her mouth and fingers worked in
unison, each turning my insides into a wild, burning flame. I soon
realized that she could eat pussy better than anyone I have ever known,
whether it be male or female.
I cried and moaned in lust as my body reached a fever pitch. I
arched my neck and back again, but this time higher, and then let out
a thunderous scream. As the juices started to flow from my pussy, I
felt Barbara's mouth clamp down tighter, and she slurped up nearly
every drop of cum that I produced.
"OH... OH... OHH... Thank you! Thank you!" was all I could
say, as her mouth retreated from my pussy. She had given me so much
pleasure -- now it was my turn to give some back.
Barbara sat up and smiled at me, then lifted her sweater up and
took it off. She cupped her bra-covered breasts and gave them each a
squeeze that must have lasted 15 seconds, then unclasped it, and took
it off as well.
As I saw her bare breasts for the first time, I realized they were
perfect. They were big, but firm at the same time. Richly tanned, her
breasts had regular-sized nipples, which weren't that much darker than
the tan. I continued staring until her words broke my trance.
"I see you like them," she squealed.
I looked at her face. "Oh yes, I do. They're magnificant."
Barbara began massaging her breasts again with both hands. "Can
you give them some attention, Denise? They're real sensitive, and I
truly enjoy it when people touch and kiss them."
"With pleasure," I grinned, getting onto my knees and walking over
to her. Barbara laid down upon her back as I closed the distance
between us. Reaching down, I took both of her breasts into my hands,
and started to grope them.
Barbara shrieked and whined in pleasure as I continued to scour her
sculpted breasts with both hands. "You're so beautiful," I said to her,
enjoying the reactions upon her face that my massaging caused. "I only
wish that we could have gotten together before this..."
"Me too," Barbara moaned, looking up at me. "Oh, keep it up! OH!
I love your hands!" She paused, gulping her throat, then added, "You
are beautiful too, Denise. I hope we're together for a long time!"
"It's so hard, trying to find a female lover," I told her.
"Tell me about it!" she squealed, her body squirming. "Especially
trying to find one you are comfortable with!"
"Sit up, baby," I asked her, pulling her upward by the shoulders.
I proceeded to embrace her, and then tilted my head downward, and
attached onto one of her nipples with my lips.
"Oooooh," she cooed, caressing my head, "you have such a nice
little mouth."
I soon got the idea that I could suck on her nipples FOREVER!, if
it was humanly possible. Her breasts, so round and firm, so succulent,
they were truly a treat to feast upon.
As I worked on one breast, I used a hand on the other, rubbing and
fingering its nipple. Barbara really seemed to enjoy it when I would
take a long fingernail, and rougly rake it across her upturned nipple.
Still moaning above me, Barbara started to splay kisses all across
the top of my head. After a half-minute or so, I stopped nibbling on
her breasts and looked up at her, and then sought her mouth with my
own for a heated kiss.
Our lips locked together in passionate bliss, as we embraced one
another tightly. I placed my arms around her back and hugged tightly,
and I felt a hand upon one of my breasts, and the other on my ass. The
kiss continued, our tongues playing a wild, raucous game of `tag` in
each others' mouth.
"Eat my pussy," Barbara begged, breaking the kiss. "Please... I'll
do anything you want. Just eat my pussy."
I smiled at her, enjoying her submissive attitude, and then reached
down and undid her jeans. I slid them all the way down to her ankles,
but had to get rid of her sneakers before taking the jeans off. Once
this was accomplished, Barbara fell onto her back and spread her thighs
for me, and then reached down and slid her panties down. I took them at
mid-thigh, and whisked them off.
I sat and looked down at Barbara, nude now as well, as she rubbed
her pussy with an open hand. "Come on, Denise," she squealed, in a
pleading tone. "I'm so hot... Don't make me beg for it!"
I grinned at Barbara's words, then moved in between her thighs, and
pushed her hand away. I studied the blonde triangle of curls for about
five seconds, as well as the tiny slit not-so-well hidden underneath.
"Please!" she begged, once more. "Please stop teasing me!"
I looked up at her again, and slipped my right index finger into my
mouth. Her look was one of confusion as I licked the finger inside my
mouth, lubricating it. I took it out, and then inserted it into her
damp entrance.
Barbara really must have enjoyed that, because she let out a loud,
shrieking scream at the slightest hint of contact.
I plunged my finger in and out of her at a steady, but not fast,
pace. She was definitely wet already, and I could feel the juices upon
my probing finger.
I noticed her clit for the first time, and gently took it into my
mouth. She wailed in pleasure as I did so, and then I began to nibble
it, ever-so-softly. Barbara's luscious body, already, started to buck
and contract beneath me.
I wasn't going to let her cum just yet, so I released her clit, and
withdrew my finger. She was about to ask if anything was wrong, it
seemed, until I planted a series of kisses along her inner thighs. I
must have kissed and licked every single inch of her down there during
this time period, except her pussy and anus.
I placed both hands upon her hips, trying to hold her squirming
body still, and then jabbed her clit with my tongue. Barbara cried
out in ecstasy -- I had never seen anyone this hot before at just a
few traces of oral sex. I had not really even started on her yet, but
she was a blazing inferno.
I took a finger from each hand, and parted her tiny pussy lips,
then dove inside with my lips and tongue. I put my hands on her hips
once again, and began to feast upon the main course of the evening.
Barbara's pussy was so incredibly wet and tight. Tasty too. I
wanted to jump right into her, and never leave. I also enjoyed her
bucking and squirming beneath me, as I pleasured her orally. Trying
to hold her down was not really working. Her physical reactions were
simply too strong and powerful for me to contain.
So, I moved a hand between her thighs, and inserted a finger into
her steaming hole. It, combined with my mouth, brought her to the
boiling point.
I retreated for an instant, pulling my head up to look at her face.
It, as well as the rest of her body, was completely flushed. Her
breasts were heaving up and down as she gasped for breath, her eyes
closed, her mouth open.
She was going to have a massive orgasm, and I was the one who was
going to help her achieve it.
I swiped her burning slit with my tongue several times more, while
my finger did not stop thrusting in and out of her. Barbara's body
really started to contract now, and I withdrew my head once again,
wanting to watch what was about to happen.
I inserted a second finger into her, and fucked her with both at a
furious pace. Barbara cried in passion, and then screamed as I placed
a third finger into her little crevice. I pounded her slit, not being
one bit sensitive, and the juices started to flow.
"THAT'S IT!" I screamed at her. "Cum for me, baby! Cum for me!"
"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!" Barbara's squeal thundered throughout the
cabin. "I'M.... IT'S.... I.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Cum was flowing from Barbara's pussy as if a river dam had burst.
She was grabbing her breasts, squeezing them with all her strength, as
she continued to scream and cry in passion. I moved between her thighs
with my mouth, wanting to scoop up and swallow her cum.
As I placed my hands under her ass, and began to massage it, my
tongue went to work. I lapped up her juices and swallowed them, and
did not stop until the entire area was taken care of.
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Afterwards, I moved up and kissed her on the mouth, the cum being
exchanged between us. She looked at me and smiled as the kiss ended,
and then I placed the side of my face against hers. We lay there
quietly for about 15 minutes, resting and relaxing, enjoying the utter
closeness that our bodies, pressed tightly together, provided.
And then we fucked.
Again and again, all through the night....
Since my initial coupling with Barbara, the two
of us have moved into a new apartment together.
We have become quite close, not only sexually,
but emotionally as well.
Barbara quit her job at the company where I
work, to eliminate any possibility of one of
the gossipers spotting us together. She got
a new job at a different corporation, and is
very happy working there. It is also peaceful
for her, because no one there knows of her
personal life and interests. Thus, there are
no rumors or gossip-mongers.
I am very content with Barbara as of now. I
can truthfully say I love her. She loves me
as well.
And, of course, I will continue to enjoy the
wonderful slitfests that the two of us share
together.
Who says life isn't perfect?
Dripping,
Denise Q.
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NOTE: I did not write this story. I am merely posting it.
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