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(FF, oral, voy, sci-fi, rom) *** The woman opened her eyes; big, aggressive eyes with blue centers the center of a face the color of lightly creamed coffee. A lock of her short, reddish brown hair fell over her eyes and she put her lip out, blowing it out of the way. She smirked, chuckling. "Alright Liz, power on." "Roger, getting visual response now." She replied to the male tech's voice. The large, curved hexagonal screens that made up the egg-shaped cockpit she was in flickered from their soft, light blue to the view of the outside a second later. The machine she was in was high up in a dark hangar, light coming from the doors open wide at the other end of the building. "Comfortable, Liz?" the tech asked. "Yeah," she replied, shifting her limbs around a bit. Her arms were out behind her, her lower arms and hands encased in the plastic behind her so she was leaning forwards. Her knees were bent a little too, her ankles held in their mounts of the floor of the cockpit. "As comfortable as possible in this position." She added. She'd had to work on her upper body strength since beginning the program since her shoulders were supporting a lot of her weight. "Alright, releasing left hand. Proceed with penetration of interface bundle." The tech said. Liz felt the slight, even pressure release off her left arm and the humming of the servo that slid the main panel away. She withdrew her left spandex-gloved hand from the gel- inflated mount and reached down to a black pouch on her outer thigh. It was about 40cm long and several centimeters thick, sewn onto the purple and green spandex body suit she wore, which showed off her very sexy curves, and particularly her breasts, as most of the chest was exposed The skin from her neck continued unbroken to her shoulders and down to just above her nipples, and scooped down between her breasts to show a large area of her toned abdomen, the two green borders meeting a few centimeters below her navel. Essentially, a pair of flaps came around her breasts to cover her nipples, the thin fabric being electro-statically held to the skin of her firm c-cup breasts. Liz undid the Velcro flap at the top of the pouch on her leg and withdrew a long, light blue phallic-shaped object. She held it in her hand, admiring it. "Always interesting what the Swiss come up with, huh?" she asked. The phallus was somewhat flexible, with a couple slight bulges here and there, with tiny raised metal spots dotting the surface in random patterns at the tip and halfway down the shaft. "C'mon Liz, just do it already." The tech whined. "You and your buddies just want to jack off to the though of me penetrating myself, don't you?" she asked sarcastically. She laughed. "Relax, I'm doing it." Liz looked down, between her cleavage to the blue plastic ring that was positioned in line with her vagina, held by an arm that rose out of the floor with a wide, tapering base. She lowered the phallus to the ring, pointing its tapered and rounded end at herself and inserted it through the ring, pushing until it touched the fabric over her crotch. She braced herself and pushed firmly. The tapered end pushed the slightly apart lips of the suit's entrance and the outer labia of her vulva apart, stretching both with its 5cm diameter. Liz gasped. Though this was not the first time, it was electrifying, being penetrated with a huge dildo while others watched. She continued pushing, the head pushing aside the inner lips of her womanhood and penetrating her vagina, expanding the muscular walls with its girth. She felt every bump and raised dot pass her sensitive outer lips and into her canal, each one raising her sexual arousal. Before she knew it, four centimeters were already inside her. She continued to push the device into herself. Six centimeters, then eight, and then twelve. She paused to take another breath, and then went on. Fourteen centimeters were now inside her vagina, and with another movement, sixteen. A raised lump going around the circumference was just outside the suit. One final push, and it went in, stretching her lips just a little more and grazing her now erect clitoris before slipping inside for the final four centimeters, the tip of the object gently pressuring her cervix, causing her abdomen to twitch from the nervous stimulation. The raised band held it in her firmly, behind her twitching labia, which gripped the shaft tightly. The ring that the phallus passed through contracted, locking the dildo inside of her with a flexible connection. "Finalizing...ahhhh-yessss... connection." Liz heard over the comm. She growled, but was cut short by the tip of the phallus spitting out a sticky resin from a hole in its tip, which traveled up her cervix and spread out in her uterus. The hot resin slightly tightening drove her over the edge and she came, her legs loosing strength as pleasure shot through her body. Her nipples instantly erected, raising firm tips from her breasts. Her back arched forwards, her breasts on fire and her vagina contracting on the large intrusion into her that had stretched her internal genitals to the limit of comfort. "Oh god!" she whimpered, the ripples of pleasure reflecting back to her inner thighs. Her knees collapsed, and simultaneously her weight pushed the connection support down a few inches, applied more pressure to the end of her canal, and thrust a deliberately placed bump on the phallus right against her G-spot, rubbing it slightly. She had another orgasm, causing her to moan aloud this time, gritting her teeth to regain her faculty. She could not though, so she just let the orgasm crash over her, the crests of pleasure making it appear as if she was having slight seizures. "Richard..." she gasped when the sensations began subsiding. "If I look at the security tapes after this sortie and see you-" "Relax Carrillo, I was joking." Came a defensive voice from the other end of the headset she wore. "God that's intense." Liz commented groggily, her head still spinning a little. She pushed herself back up to proper posture and rested a hand on her stomach, just over her uterus. "I feel so full." She said softly. After she relaxed, it was an extremely good feeling, like a missing piece was put into its place, like everything was solid. She reached down and felt the base of the phallus where it went inside her. It was slick with her cum, though her vulva and vagina were relaxed now, having adjusted to the size of the connector. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her juices off her glove. "I just wish they didn't cast this thing off a stallion." She joked. "It has to contact every nerve inside your vagina to get optimal resolution." Richard said, "The vagina needs to be stretched to expose all nerve endings practical." "Yeah, I know, it's just that too many sorties and a stallion will be all that can satisfy me." "I showed you that cream on that website yesterday." "How do I know that it works?" "Just get on with startup." "Fine!" Liz huffed. She wiggled a few times to make sure everything was seated. She placed her left hand back inside its receptacle and felt the door close over it and the sack holding it in inflate with fluid. "Okay, everything set. Initiate synchronization." She announced. Immediately there was a vague numbness in her crotch. "Link pack 1 engaged." The metal dots on the interface bundle's base became active, sending tiny electrical signals through her vaginal lubrication to the nerves in her vagina, which took the signals to her brain. Liz immediately became aware of the machine's weight, especially in the joints, but it felt almost as if she was the machine. "Link pack 2" Now the bump against her G-spot began sending an oscillating frequency that the tight bundle of nerves interpreted and sent to her Brain. The touch and heat sensors placed through-out the machine's skin were now tied into Liz's nervous system. "Link pack 3" Liz looked around her, and down at herself and the vision of her body and the insides of the cockpit blended away, leaving her with only what the optical sensors on the machine's head saw, the visual transmissions being sent from the interface into the end of her vagina and cervix, the electrical signals bypassing her own eyes and piping visual feed directly into her brain. "Alright, fully synched." Liz said after a few seconds. ... The jet cooled down, the systems relaxing into a shutdown state. Liz felt her arms and legs released by their holders and adjusted herself so that she wouldn't fall. "Good test Liz, we have full transformability." "Feels just like my old Strike Eagle with better roll and more power." Liz said. "Just remember, the G-limits area 'bout twice that ancient Boeing attacker." Richard replied. "Yeah-hang on." Liz grunted. She applied upward pressure, pushing with her legs to begin extricating the connector from herself. The resin plug in her cervix was very flexible and deformed smoothly as she pushed her body away from the mount. The phallus emerged from her vulva; her juices making it gleam in the warm blue light. "Yeahhh..." she cooed softly, half of the object pulled from her. She pulled the interface bundle down and the rest emerged with small, wet sucking pop, along with a little dribble of cum. The six-centimeter resin plug followed immediately, and when exposed to the nitrogen in the cockpit's atmosphere, disintegrated down to the orifice from which it was injected. She was very aware now of an emptiness inside her, a slight reduction in warmth there. The put a hand over her crotch and cupped herself firmly, which helped. She thrust a couple fingers inside herself, filling the emptiness, and that action brought her down enough so she felt she could walk normally. "Okay..." she sighed, putting the phallus back in the pouch on her thigh and patting it. "Hit the showers Liz. Schwarzkopf is pleased with the aircraft's performance. Report back here at the same time for high-speed trials." There was a buzz and the line went dead. Liz stood in the cockpit and reached up to a discolored circle in the center of the screen directly above her. She took the glove off her hand and put her handprint on the pad. The system identified her and there was a hissing noise and the screens went dark, the screen lifting up and swinging away. She reached to the lip of the hatch hole and pulled herself up and out. Liz reached the locker room, different from one's idea of a conventional locker room. There was a semicircle of blue meter-high lockers around a circular pool about a meter deep; Jets caused the water to look turbulent and angry, with steam rising off the surface. After the wooden semicircular bench that was a half-meter in front of the lockers, the white tiled floor sloped gently down to the concrete lip of the pool. Liz chuckled to herself. This was her favorite bath on the base. Almost no-one came in here since there were few females in the squadron Liz was part of. Since though, they were using this particular system of direct linking, more women would be transferred in from UN reserves. She proceeded to her locker, number 69, which was the second last locker in the semicircle. As she opened the locker, she was unaware of someone sneaking up behind her. "Surprise!" said the lustily perky voice of someone whose hands had reached around and grabbed Liz's breasts. "Anya!" Liz gasped, caught by surprise. Anya kneaded Liz's breasts, peeling back the fabric off them and fingering the stiff nipples. "How was your day?" she added, over the surprise and enjoying her girlfriend's administrations. "Oh, just working on the MiGs, rebuilding jet engines, the usual stuff." She replied. "I heard you came twice on that horse-cock of an entry bundle." "Yeah, hey, wait a minute." Liz said. Anya paused and Liz turned around to face the Russian woman with whom she'd been involved with for a few months now. Anya was about the same age and height as Liz, but had long, blonde hair and green eyes, as well as lightly tanned creamy skin. They kissed deeply, eyes closed. Liz flicked her tongue at Anya's lips and she opened them, allowing Liz to push her tongue inside her lover's mouth. Both sucked gently, becoming incredibly aroused by the act as their tongues slid around each other's and rubbed firmly together. After about thirty seconds, when both parties needed air, they broke apart, panting slightly. As their mouths parted, a string of thick saliva connected their lips. Anya glanced down at Liz's crotch, and then returned her gaze into Liz's eyes. Liz nodded, and Anya let her sit back on the bench as she crouched. Liz spread her legs and Anya put her hands on Liz's inner thighs, just off the groins. The suit Liz wore was surprisingly soft, Anya thought. "This material might make good lingerie." She commented. "Anya, please!" Liz said with want. Anya nodded and moved her hands to the slit in the fabric, pulling apart the edges to expose Liz's wet, hot vulva. Anya planted a kiss on Liz's outer lips, making Liz jerk. Anya ran her tongue along her lover's labia, unfolding her womanhood dexterously. Liz moaned softly, enjoying rapturously the feel of Anya's tongue flicking at her clit and rubbing her womanly folds. Anya stuck her tongue just into Liz's vagina and Liz gasped, her legs involuntarily squeezing her partner's head. Anya felt Liz's thigh muscles, strong and sleek through the fabric twitching against her cheeks. She giggled a little, pausing to blow a bit of cool air over Liz's hot pussy. "Anya, please! Just finish me off!" Liz begged, both hands clutching her breasts. She was panting now. "Be patient, wow!" Anya grumbled good-naturedly, licking her lips, savoring Liz's honey, its almost tasteless flavor tainted with a slight of sweet. She resumed, trying to take as much as possible of Liz's vulva into her mouth, applying a little suction. Liz's breathing was increasing pace now and she was squirming a little. This was turning Anya on; she had always found it erotic how Liz was so expressive about her sexual pleasure. Between Liz's small orgasmic noises, the smell and taste of her slippery vulva and just the knowledge that she was sucking on her love's most intimate of places, that this was such a beautiful act, Anya would have to get herself off soon. Anya began focusing her tongue's attention on Liz's swollen clitoris, pursing her lips around it and sucking gently. She pulled off with a slightly wet pop and blew some more cold air onto Liz's clit. Liz gasped and whined. "Please..." she trailed off, moving her hands down to the bench and gripping the wood tightly, sensing a huge orgasm just a little while off. Anya resumed her oral masturbation of Liz and pushed her tongue as far as she could into Liz's vagina and sucked strongly, moving a hand up to her mouth and rubbing Liz's clit, while she stuck her other hand down her jeans and under her cotton panties and pushed two fingers into her own hot, sopping wet pussy. Anya returned her tongue to Liz's clit and put two fingers into her lover's canal, thrusting gently and tongue-lashing Liz's clitoris for a few minutes more. "Anya!" Liz gasped, going over the edge and into a huge orgasm, coming with energy Anya was not quite prepared for. Liz's pelvis bucked, her vagina seeping more cum into Anya's mouth, her breasts swelling slightly and feeling as if they were on fire. The intense pleasure filled her, spreading to her fingers and toes, her back arching with crest over crest of orgasm breaking over her thighs. Anya's vulva clamped down on her fingers as she had her own orgasm after feeling Liz's pleasure, her abdomen contracting in spasms and a wave of pleasure crashing over her body. Still keeping her fingers inside herself, Anya rose, bringing her mouth to Liz's, kissing her with an unbridled lust. They shared Liz's cum, wrestling their tongues. Liz brought one of her hands to her vulva to bring herself down, the other hand clamping onto Anya's left buttock. They broke apart, both of them breathing hard and chests heaving. Anya withdrew her cum covered fingers from their hot residence and let Liz lick the sticky juice off them. Anya's cum tasted a little sweeter than her own, but there was less body to it. "Oh Anya..." Liz said, regaining some faculty after her earth-shattering orgasm. There was still some residual tension in her thighs, so she was rubbing herself absentmindedly. Anya chuckled. "You still want more, don't you?" she asked coyly. Liz realized what she was doing and smiled. "Do you mind?" Liz asked. Anya shook her head. "If you have the energy, I know that those cybernetic links can make one pretty tired-" Anya was cut off By Liz getting up suddenly and embracing her. Liz grabbed both her butt cheeks and squeezed firmly, eliciting a gasp from her lover's lips. Liz made her sit on the bench and them maneuvered them so Anya was lying down on the bench, with Liz straddling her in missionary position. "Let me suckle on you a bit." Anya suggested, reaching up and cupping one of Liz's breasts. Liz moved forwards and down a bit, feeling Anya's mouth take-in her left nipple. "You like using your mouth on me, don't you?" she asked, still enjoying the soft strums of pleasure shooting across the nerves in her vulva from Anya's tongue flicking her hardened nipple. Anya broke contact. "Without dicks, oral is the best way to go." Anya replied as Liz moved to an erect position. She peeled the suit off her shoulders and continued to remove the suit, having to get off her girlfriend's pelvis to push the bunched elastic fabric down her hips and her legs. Liz's vulva had a little hair over it, trimmed into a straight strip beginning just above her clitoral hood and continuing a third the way up to her navel. Liz finally was able to step out of the suit and was now completely naked in front of her lover. Anya admired Liz's body, how perfect her curves were. "My lovely goddess." She said, eating her with her eyes. Liz bent down and kissed Anya again, though it was a quick kiss of affirmation. "You are beautiful too." Liz replied, undoing the fasteners of Anya's jeans. Anya shrugged as Liz pulled her jeans off. "Yeah, I know." She watched Liz fold her pants and place them on the bench beside her. Now all that was between Liz and Anya was a thin layer of white cotton. Liz slowly rubbed Anya's panties over her vulva, smiling. "Why do you do that?" Anya asked. It had been a habit of Liz's that Anya had noticed since their first sex together a few months ago. "It's so wonderful, how so much potential beauty and pleasure can be hidden by a simple thing. Thinking about it, wondering what's behind there, even if you already know what it looks, feels, tastes, and smells like, its just...wonderful." "You sap." Anya chuckled. She unbuttoned her blouse halfway and undid the front clasp of her bra, pulling all aside so Liz could have full view of her luscious orbs of flesh, nipples erected. Liz tweaked Anya's nipples, chuckling as well. "Ready?" Liz asked. "Of course, always." Anya replied trustingly. Liz nodded and lowered her head between Anya's legs, pulling the fabric of her panties aside and kissing her lips as Anya had done to her. Anya moaned a little as Liz licked her vulva for about a minute before stopping abruptly. Anya knew what was coming; this was Liz's favorite thing to do. She lifted her butt off the wood and felt Liz's thumbs hook around the sides of her underwear and allowed her to slide them down her legs. Liz did with Anya's admittedly damp panties what she did with her jeans. "Here we go." Liz grunted, getting up and positioning her vulva above Anya's. A bit of Liz's juice dripped onto Anya's pussy, who took that as cue to open her legs wide. Liz sat on Anya's left leg, scooting herself forward until their vulvas mashed together. Liz grabbed Anya's right leg and held it against her body, Anya's knee nestling between Liz's breasts. Both began thrusting simultaneously, grinding their labia and clits against each other's, each thrust bringing a pulse of pleasure that drove both higher towards ultimate gratification. "Elizabeth!" Anya gasped after a few minutes. Her left hand was grasping Liz's right buttock, helping to pull Liz's pussy against hers on every thrust. Her right hand was on her right breast, squeezing the opulent mound and rubbing its pointed nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Liz had her right hand holding the bench under Anya's left side, the other bracing her against the lockers. "Yes?" Liz asked back between pants. "Never mind." Anya panted back, realizing there was nothing more meaningful to say than what they were doing now. They were rubbing their most intimate of places against each other, kissing far more intimately than could be done orally. "Anya I'm close." Liz gasped out another minute later. "Me too." She replied. Their thrusting became more vigorous, Anya releasing her grip on Liz's ass and bracing herself so she could push more firmly. Both of them were so close, their energy just barely contained, the dam ready to burst. Thrust. Their pussies were so slick with each other's juices. Thrust. Each thrust brought lateral movement of their parts across each other. Thrust. Their muscular bodies were glistening with sweat. Thrust. Anya saw Liz's face, in a state of wanting bliss. Thrust. Liz leaned forward a bit, and Anya reached up and grasped one of her breasts. This caught Liz off guard and she released, leaning further forward as she ground her snatch against Anya's. The extra pressure pushed Anya over the edge and both their bodies were paralyzed with an extremely intense orgasm, both their abdomens spasming with each crest. Their vulvas released more cum, but they remained locked together. Their bodies continued to experience orgasm, the effects taking a more than a minute to wear off enough so they could move. All told, from Anya's contact with Liz's breast the orgasm lasted over two and a half minutes. Both were panting hard now, Anya's chest rising and falling several centimeters, her body glowing in post orgasmic relief. Liz was bent over her lover's body, recovering, but she straightened up and swung a couple strands of hair out of her eyes. "Mmm." Liz grunted. Anya nodded. "I know." She croaked. Liz leaned over full, the motion lifting her vulva off Anya's. Anya gasped at her hot snatch being exposed to the chill air and Liz quickly put a hand over it, pushing her middle and ring finger into Anya's vagina. Anya reciprocated to Liz, and so the both of them stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering from their huge orgasm and staring into each other's eyes. When the last vestiges of sexual desire had left their loins they withdrew their fingers from each other's vulvas and held each other, Liz applying enough of her body weight onto Anya so their breasts flattened against each other. They kissed passionately, though this time it was just lip-to-lip, not needing tongue action to increase intimacy. Liz spoke when they broke apart. "I love you Miss Illinova." She said lovingly. "And I love you Carrillo." Anya replied. They both giggled softly, then Liz got off Anya, allowing her to sit up on the bench. They kissed again. "Oh, I can't wait to fuck you at home tonight." She growled seductively. Liz laughed. "C'mon, can't you just enjoy the beauty right now?" Liz mockingly pleaded. They got off the bench and walked over to the pool, slipping into the hot, churning water. "Oh god this is nice." Liz moaned as she sat up to her neck in the water. Anya sat next to her, snuggling with her lover, cupping one of her breasts. Liz smiled inwardly and reciprocated, taking one of Anya's breasts into her hand and simple holding it gently. About 15 minutes later, after having a discussion about which was better: MiG-25 or F-104G, they got out of the bath and toweled each other off. Liz grabbed Anya's panties and put them on. "Hey, what about me?" she asked indignantly. "You can wear mine." Liz said, tossing her a pair out of her duffel bag. Anya rolled her eyes. "I know, but you get to wear me." Anya argued. Liz shrugged, pulling Anya's white cotton bikini off and putting it aside. She put on the other pair of light blue panties that was in her duffel and also fished out a twelve-centimeter long vibrator from the bottom of the bag. She twisted the flat end and it began buzzing and vibrating in her hand and she put it against the front of her panties. Soon the vibrations aroused her and she could feel her body preparing for sex, her vagina lubricating. "Hang on a minute." Liz said, waiting for her pussy to deposit some cum on her underwear. "No," Anya said suddenly, turning Liz away from her and forcing her over so she straddled the bench. She then forced Liz down, so she sat on the vibrator. Liz tried to force her way up, but Anya had a little more upper- body strength than she had since she wrenched for a living. "Anya!" Liz cried as Anya made her lean forward, putting more of her weight on the vibrator. Anya, hands on Liz's shoulders, rocked her back and forth on the vibrator. "Anya, wait!" Anya just continued to hold Liz's body down, making her pussy bear the full stimulation on the vibrator. Liz came quickly and quietly with a small gasp, but even a small orgasm was enough for Anya's wishes. She allowed Liz up and Liz removed the panties, handing them off to her girlfriend with a laugh. "Looks like I still need to work on my strength." She commented as Anya put on the panties, rubbing her fingers in the large dark spot on the front. "I'm only submissive because I like you on top." She replied, licking the taste of her lover off her fingers. Liz put on Anya's panties, letting them absorb the rest of her arousal. They kissed quickly, and then finished dressing. Anya put her jeans back on and Liz dressed in a dull green sweatpants and a gray shirt that she tucked into the waistband of her pants. Her green jacket was tied around her waist. "See you tonight." Liz said after they kissed one final time. "I'll be thinking of you." Anya said seductively, walking towards the north exit of the locker room. "I'll be waiting." Liz called after her, turning down the south exit. Both of them walked, wearing each other's underwear, wearing each other's cum against their womanhoods. . . . Later that night, after Liz had prepared dinner and was waiting on Anya, she turned on the television to one of the three pornography channels their cable program provided and began watching what looked to be a soft- core skin flick. She almost never wore pants around the apartment now, and was only in her gray t-shirt and Anya's panties. The woman on the show was stripping in her bedroom to some softly romantic music. Liz had taken a seat on the couch that was opposite the TV in the living room of her apartment. She had her legs spread wide, her mound pushing out the fabric slightly. After a few minutes, Liz had her right hand down her panties, stroking her labia and quickly she was aroused. Her hand immediately began rubbing her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She reclined on the couch, lying down so her left hand could go under her shirt and grope her breasts. A man appeared in the room where the woman was stripping, naked as she was. His erection was tenting his briefs and he walked over to her, putting his tent in her face. She smiled up at him, and he put his hands on her head as she pulled his underpants down and took his penis into her mouth. Liz rubbed a nipple, her other hand slipping a couple fingers into her now hot and slippery vagina, moaning loudly. The woman had finished fellating her lover and had reclined back on the bed, her legs spread to show her aroused pussy. He leaned in and, holding his cock, penetrated her. He made sure he was fully in and stable on the bed in a missionary position over her before he began thrusting strongly into her body. Each thrust brought a tiny gasp from the woman. Liz began rubbing her fingers in and out of her hole, thrusting slowly in time with the man. "Liz, I'm home!" Anya called from the front door a few minutes later. Liz heard the door close and looked-up to see her Russian girlfriend take off her jacket and toss it onto the table in the foyer/dining room. The couch was in plain view from the door, and Anya chuckled at the sight of her lover masturbating. She heard the TV and guessed what Liz was watching fairly easily. "Hey...hon." Liz said with slight difficulty, focusing on her impending orgasm. Since someone was watching her now, it heightened her arousal and the pleasure of getting herself off. Anya walked over into the living room and stood there. She glanced over at the TV. "You think we should find a third wheel soon?" Anya asked, returning her gaze to the sight of Liz masturbating. "Strap-ons...didn't...work too well." Liz grunted. She was really close. "I can have someone for Saturday night." Anya said coyly. That pushed Liz over the edge. The thought that the day after tomorrow she could have a cock fuck her again was just a little too much and she came, her body stiffening as her back arched and her hips bucked a little against her hand. Liz let the orgasm's crest break over her body, tensing her thighs to extract as much pleasure possible from the come. Anya watched, fascinated at how Liz looked in orgasm. Liz opened her eyes and Stared into Anya's, them keeping eye contact until the pleasure subsided from Liz's body. Anya sat next to Liz on the couch, taking her hand from her panties. She sucked Liz's juices off her fingers. Anya stared down at Liz's crotch, how her panties were stained dark in the center from Liz's orgasm. She got on top of Liz and lay on her, bringing their faces together for a kiss. Mutually this time they opened their lips so as to rub their tongues together, the slick, weird feeling turning both on, even Liz, despite her very recent orgasm. After a few seconds Anya lifted her head. "I'm hungry." She said. "Pussy or potato pancakes?" Liz asked. Anya looked deep into Liz's eyes and they touched noses. "How about potato pancakes for dinner and pussy for dessert?" she suggested. Liz chuckled. "Sounds good to me." They kissed again and got up from the couch. Anya removed her jeans, placing them in an unused chair at the table. Liz was puzzled. "Why are you undressing now?" Liz asked. Anya turned and smiled. "How about no clothes tonight?" she asked. Liz laughed." "Sounds good, my horny love." Liz slid Anya's panties off her body and stepped out of them, pulling her shirt over her head. Anya was nude from the waist down now as well and had unbuttoned her shirt and undone her bra, shrugging both off simultaneously. Liz went into the kitchen and got the crock that kept the pancakes warm and a couple other things that she'd already gotten out and brought them to the table. Anya was back by the TV. The man had ejaculated into his partner's body, and the camera had zoomed in on her pussy, and the white semen oozing out of her vagina. The sight reminded her of fond memories from long ago as she switched off the TV and joined Liz at the table. "Pancakes, syrup, butter." She said as she set each item down in order. Anya began helping herself to pancakes, putting three on her plate and buttering each one as Liz sat opposite her at the small square table. After Liz helped herself, they began eating, though neither was really focused on it. Liz kept glancing at Anya's breasts, perfectly firm and hung just right, the nipples erect from arousal caused by the situation. Liz was aware of her own nipples being very stiff and knew that the girl sitting across from her was looking at them too. Though their relationship was very sexual, very oriented around making love, this was a bit unusual. It was only when Liz saw Anya helping herself to her fourth pancake that she realized Anya's left hand had been under the table for quite some time. Liz reached up with her foot and carefully put it between Anya's legs, right over her rhythmically moving hand. Anya jumped a bit. "Having fun?" Liz asked, chuckling. Anya laughed. "Sorry, it's just that, your breasts are so wonderful to look at, I was thinking about touching them, sucking them." She admitted, bringing her hand back above the table and wiping it in her napkin. Liz shrugged, chuckling again. Sometimes it amazed her just how much Anya seemed like a nymphomaniac. Then she decided to go along. "Y'know, I feel like dessert now." Liz sighed, pushing her plate back and stretching her arms over her head so that her breasts lay taut on her chest, nipples standing out like pencil erasers. Anya pushed her plate back too, though she dragged her hand through the syrup on her plate before standing. "Oh no!" she melodramatically said, bringing her dripping hand up to her chest, the dark brown syrup dripping onto her breasts. "Oh now, what have I done?" she asked very obviously, making exaggerated gestures and rubbing the syrup all over her breasts. Liz had had enough, pushing her seat back to stand. "How can I get this off-mmfp!" Anya giggled through her speech as Liz walked around the table and locked lips with her. They broke apart and Anya went over to the couch and laid down face-up, her breasts still stained a little tan. Liz lay down on top of her, offset through so she could give oral attentions to her lover's chest. Her navel was above Anya's vulva though, and she could feel the heat coming off her genitals. Liz licked all around the base of Anya's opulent orbs of flesh, rubbing her tongue in sawing motions to get every speck of sugar off her smooth skin. Anya moaned in ecstasy from the simple pleasure of being licked, her pussy dampening quickly. Liz moved to Anya's right nipple, taking the whole areola into her mouth and applying strong suction to the area as she thumbed it with her tongue. "Mmmm!" Anya moaned, her legs moving to wrap around Liz's body. Liz was kissing Anya's tit now, making sucking noises as Anya squirmed under the attention. She moved to her right breast, her right hand massaging the one she had just come off of. With both her breasts getting attention now, Anya knew she was very close indeed. She could taste her orgasm off in the distance. Liz now focused on Anya's nipples, sucking strongly on her right tit and rubbing her left one. "Oh god!" Anya gasped, climaxing. Her back arched and her hips thrust up as she came, the crest of the wave crashing over her body, her sopping, hot pussy just touching Liz's belly before the orgasm subsided and her muscles relaxed. Anya still panting, Liz moved up to kiss Anya on the lips, their tongues flicking at each other. Liz caught Anya's tongue in her mouth and sucked it as she pulled out. The intense erotic sensations from this made her cum again, though it was only a small one. Anya giggled. "Mmm, I came again from the kissing." She giggled. They kissed again. "I know, I felt your abdomen twitch again." Liz replied in her seductive voice. She bowed her head to the nape of Anya's neck and began kissing her there, flicking her tongue against her hot skin. Anya moaned softly, embracing her lover tightly. "Liz..." she said quietly. Liz paused for a moment. "Please eat me." She said, a hint of desperation in her voice. Liz chuckled, feeling a building lust in her body that needed to be quelled. "One condition." She replied. She got off of Anya, standing for a moment before turning around and laying back down on Anya, but the other way, so they were in a 69 position. "I like your terms." Anya said, reaching up to part Liz's womanhood. A drop of Liz' arousal fell from her hot, wet vulva onto Anya's lip. She promptly licked the savory flavor off and raised her head, feeling the heat coming off of Liz's beautiful, dark pink folds. Simultaneously, she felt Liz's tongue swipe her slit from her clit to past her vagina, which made her gasp from surprise. Liz used her tongue to push down between Anya's slick lips and into her vagina. Anya moaned, burying her face in Liz's snatch, matching Liz's movements. Liz flicked her tongue against Anya's clit, and Anya did the same to Liz, bursts of pleasure radiating from their groins. Liz kissed Anya's vulva, sucking on the hot, slippery flesh, she did likewise to the Latin American nymph above her. "Oh god Anya, I love the way you can lick pussy so good!" Liz moaned, taking a tiny break from eating out her partner to get a breath of air. She blew a bit of cold air over Anya's vulva, eliciting another moan. Anya hummed a reply and began sucking directly on Liz's clit, and Liz felt another strong jolt of pleasure race through her. She buried her face back in her lover's snatch, matching Anya's sucking. Liz's tongue and lips were so focused on the task at hand Anya became distracted, breaking contact with her lover's vulva, not able to focus herself because of the pleasurable tension radiating from her loins. She resigned herself and relaxed her neck, waiting for the coming orgasm to rape her nervous system "Oh god Elizabeth!" Anya half moaned, half grunted as she came, squeezing her arms around Liz's thighs and her legs around Liz's head. Liz kept Anya's legs apart with her arms, fighting to maintain access to the horny woman's gushing pussy, not relenting on her oral ministrations. Anya moaned loudly, taking sharp breaths as her pussy exploded in pleasure, a white-hot ball of orgasmic energy bursting in her abdomen. Her hips bucked against Liz's continuing, merciless cunnilation. Every nerve in her body was alight with passion, her toes curled and her legs stiff as boards. Her orgasm peaked again as Liz's tongue pushed as deep as it would go into Anya's vagina, her continued suction stimulating almost every nerve in Anya's vulva. "Eliz-pant-beth...stop, please!" Anya cried, helpless against the awe inspiring pleasure her partner was giving her. It was just them in the world right now, just them making love with each other, giving the ultimate gift, the gift of intimacy that only sex like this could bring. "Okay, I'll bring you down." Liz grunted, taking some more air as she lifted her face from between Anya's legs. Anya's cum was spattered over her face, around her mouth and was smeared all over Anya's pussy. Liz inserted a finger into Anya's vagina and kept it there while her body's convulsions slowed. Liz could hear the Russian woman's panting slow, its harshness leave. When Liz felt Anya's pussy squeeze her finger no longer, she pulled it out and began licking the cum off her lover's genitals, taking care not to lick antagonistically any sensitive parts. Anya's pubic region clean, Liz again maneuvered herself so she was face to face with her girlfriend, who needed no prompting to begin licking and sucking Liz's face clean. When there was no more of her cum on Liz's face, she began kissing her deeply, initiating the inevitable tongue play. They rubbed their tongues together, absolutely loving the ease and slickness that sharing cum brought. They broke apart, Anya sucking on Liz's tongue this time. Liz closed her eyes and moaned, because as soon as Liz's tongue left Anya's lips she had a small orgasm. She took a deep breath and stared into Anya's eyes. "I love you so much." She said, brushing a stray lock of Anya's bangs from her face. Anya chuckled. "Shit, you just gave me two huge orgasms, I should be on my hands and knees worshipping you right now." "Hey, don't give me any ideas." Liz said with a sarcastic warning tone in her voice, an eyebrow raised. They both laughed. They brought their lips together for another kiss. "Let's retire to bed, I'm tired." Anya yawned. Liz frowned. "Hey, what about me? I want to cum too." She had a look of mock frustration on her face. Anya rolled her eyes. "Fine." She said, her voice sarcastically grudging. "Lay on your back." She said. Liz complied, first sitting-up on Anya's lap and then reclining back on the other end of the couch. She scooted her but back until she was in a near-sitting position, then stopped. "Wait, Anya, get on the floor." She said. "On my back?" she asked, pushing herself up and getting down on her hands and knees. "Yeah, just lay back, here." Liz said, getting off the couch too and handing Anya a pillow as she lay down. Any had the idea by now. "Oh, you kneeling?" she asked. Liz nodded and Anya chuckled, putting the pillow behind her head and getting comfortable. Liz kneeled down, straddling Anya's face, her pussy just centimeters away. Anya wrapped her arms around Liz's thighs and went to work, pulling Liz's pussy to her mouth and suckling on Liz's clit like a nipple. Liz felt her breasts firm up again and her nipples ignite like matchsticks, jolts of pleasure streaking through her body with each stroke of Anya's tongue across her hot pussy. "Oh yessssss." She said richly, feeling an orgasm welling up inside her abdomen. She put a little more weight on Anya's face, and she took it as a sign to press harder. She increased the pressure she applied to her lover's snatch, especially her clit. Liz was swaying now, her head back and her eyes closed. She had both hands firmly on her breasts, readying herself for orgasm. It took one final lick from the bottom of her pussy to her clit for Liz to come, and come she did. Anya's mouth flooded with Liz's ejaculate, she tried to catch it all while still stimulating Liz's genitals. She managed somehow to keep her tongue flicking Liz' throbbing clit, sustaining the Latino's orgasm through one peak and onto the next. Liz gritted her teeth in an attempt to control her orgasm, but she succumbed to the pleasure, to the strong muscular contractions in her pussy. The white-hot sensations radiated out from her vulva, her legs were as tense as steel. After another fifteen seconds, Liz's orgasm subsided, and she relaxed, taking a big, deep breath. She looked down at the face that had made her cum with a loving expression. "Did I?" she asked. The nod and slightly bulged cheeks were a very convincing answer. She collapsed off to the side of her lover and pulled her into a kiss. They opened their mouths and snowballed Liz's ejaculate for a few seconds, each taking a little and swallowing. When it was just their tongues, they drew away from each other. Liz sighed, deeply fulfilled. "Still want to go to bed?" she asked. Anya nodded. And so they ascended the stairs to the upper level of their apartment, falling on their bed naked, sweaty, and in each other's arms. They were asleep in minutes, a deep, absolutely restful post-orgasmic slumber that they remained in for many hours thereafter. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62