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(FF+/F, nc, rp, 1st-lesbian-exptr) *** I'm a married woman with three young children. I have a great sex life with my husband, but I still jerk off sometimes, and my favorite fantasy when I do concerns women. I've never actually had an affair with a woman, though I came close when I was in junior high. Me and a girlfriend were practicing our kissing when things got out of hand. We started petting and fondling each other, and got hotter and hotter. I wound up stopping, breaking away, but I still wonder what would have happened. Anyway, though I've never done it with a woman I find women very attractive. I look at them on the street, and admire their pictures in the magazines. I even look at my husband's Playboys and admire and lust after the women there as much as he does. But I'd never ever go after a woman. I'm far too conservative. I'm also not the outgoing type. I'm basically meek and polite and not about to approach some woman with my sexual desires. If a woman really did come on to me I'd be so flustered and embarrassed that I'd run away. I know I would because I know myself. I'm thirty-one, but when confronted with the uncomfortable I become ten again. On the other hand, if a woman came on to me, came on hard and hot, didn't give me a choice... if that happened, what fun I could have! There'd be no guilt at having cheated on my husband, or at having done something that my church would consider immoral and depraved. If I were forced then I could experience Lesbian love with no blame. Of course, women aren't into rape, so it's just not going to happen. Well... not unless I found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time... * * * It's winter. I'm wearing a heavy, knee length coat. My shoulder length blonde hair is pulled back into an untidy pony tail as I carry the milk to the station wagon. It's late, and the wind and snow are blowing. I put the milk in the back of the car and try to start it up. It grinds and grinds but won't start. I curse and slam my hands on the steering wheel. I'm in an unfamiliar part of town, on my way home from work. I look around. The little grocery store is across the street but there's what looks like a restaurant just up the block. I get out and go there, figuring they'd have a phone and I could wait and have a coffee. As I get closer though I see it isn't a restaurant but a bar. I hesitate, but it looks like a nice place, at least, it has a well polished oak door with a big brass knocker. There were leaded glass windows on either side of the door, and though I can't see inside because of the curtains, I judge the place is no dive. I go inside. The interior is dark and at first all I see are people moving around, tables, and some people dancing. There's loud music playing. I push through to the bar and ask for a phone. The girl there points around to the other side. I go around to the other side and pick up the phone, then call the auto club. They warn me there'll be a delay because of the storm. I hadn't expected anything else. It isn't until I've hung up and ordered a coffee from the girl at the bar that I really begin to look around the place. As I do I feel shock, some fear, and embarrassment. What I'd thought were men, were actually women with very short hair. The common uniform seemed to be either tight leather or tank tops without bras. Many of them had arms thicker than my husband's. I watch in some amazement as women kiss each other, dance together, murmur lovers words into each other's ears. My first instinct is to get the hell out, but I try to keep calm, and to not let my shock show. I'm about to push away and head for the door when the bartender brings my drink. Now I'm stuck. I pay her and sip gingerly at the drink. I don't want to call attention to myself, don't want these women, these... lesbians, to think I disapprove. I don't... not really, but I am embarrassed to see their intimacies. And as I look around I see that these intimacies are indeed, quite blatant compared to any place I've ever been before. Some are kissing each other deeply, wetly, tongues entwining. Others are stroking each other's bodies, squeezing asses or even cupping breasts. Some women have even bared their breasts and I see fingers and lips stroking them. I'm very embarrassed by such open sexual contact. I guess my eyes are bugging out. "First time?" I gasp and jerk around to find a smiling twenty-ish blonde woman confronting me. She's pretty, her hair cut short, but not really short, more like collar length. She's tall, like I am, but not as slender. She has an excellent body that's not at all hidden by her tight jeans and braless tank top. "I'm... uh, I'm waiting for the auto club," I all but squeak. "Car problems, huh?" she says sympathetically. "Yes, that's it. I really should go out there in case the tow truck shows up," I babble. "You'll freeze to death," she says. "It's cold as hell and they'll probably take hours on a night like this. Come over and sit down." "Oh no," I stutter. "I'm not gay, you see. I'm just using the phone." "That's all right," she says. "We don't bite." I tell her that I really should go, but I allow her to lead me over to a booth at the end of the room. She slides in beside me, I feel trapped, but it's a U shaped booth so I slide around a little. She doesn't follow. I start to babble about the weather, trying not to look at her, and trying not to say something dumb and offensive, like what's a pretty girl like her doing in a place like this. "You should take off your coat," she says. I should. It's warm in the bar and I'm starting to sweat. But I say, no, no, no, I'm fine. "You're sweating," she says, smiling indulgently. So I shrug off my big coat, feeling like I'm stripping, even though I'm wearing jeans and a shirt. Two women get into the boot on the other side. One is short, with thick arms and a crewcut. She has a cruel looking face and right away I'm frightened of her. The other woman is taller and thinner, but dressed the same, with the same crewcut. "Who's this?" the short one asks Erin, the blonde girl. "This is Francine," Erin says. "Not bad," the woman says, her eyes roaming over me. "Bit skinny though." "She's says she's straight, Carol," Erin says. "Oh y-yes," I stutter. "I'm just waiting for a-a... uh, a tow truck." "Got time to kill, huh, honey?" the woman, Carol says, leering at me. I look away, uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Bet we could find a way to kill it for you." "Oh, uh, that's, uh, that's okay," I gulp. "We don't let straights in here, you know, honey," she says, now sounding angry. "I'll go," I gulp, trying to stand. She pulls me back down. "Why'd you really come in here?" she demands. "I told you. I-I... wanted to use the phone," I say. "We ain't got no fuckin' phone booth, bitch." "I'll go then," I gasp, but again she jerks me down. "Show a little respect for the sisters," she says, smiling cruelly. "Wha... what?" I gulp. "Give me a kiss." "I... no, I don't..." "Just one kiss, a good one, then you can go." "But... but I don't..." "Think you're gonna catch something?" she demands. "No but..." "Think you're too good for me." "But I-I... don't want..." "Want me to punch your face in, bitch?" she growls. I stare in wide-eyed shock and fear. Her hand goes up behind my head and grips the back of my neck, twisting my face around. "She's with me, Carol," Erin says. "She ain't with nobody," Carol growls. "She was sitting with me," Erin says, her voice and eyes mild. Carol glares at her, and I'm afraid of imminent violence. Erin doesn't seem to be worried. "Okay then, let her kiss you," Carol growls. Erin smiles at me and cocks an eyebrow encouraging. What can it hurt, she seems to say. It'll shut up this woman. I kiss her lightly, just a peck on the cheek. "That ain't a kiss, you dumb cunt," Carol snarls. I shrink away from her. Violence scares me terribly. I just don't know how to react to it, even if it's just verbal violence. I'm pressed against Erin, who's definitely the less threatening person. Both of the crewcut women are glaring at me. Erin puts her arm over my shoulder and I jerk my head around suddenly to stare at her. "Don't be afraid," she says. "You're frightening her Carol." "She'd be a lot more frightened if she knew what I'd like to do with her pretty face," Carol hisses. I twist my head to stare at her in fear, then as Erin slides her fingers through the bangs at the side of my face I twist my head around again to stare at her. "Kiss me honey," she says, smiling. "She can't," the other girl says. "Homophobic whore," she sneers. Erin sides her hand up behind my head and turns me gently towards her. She leans me back against the back of the seat and leans forward against me. I stare at her in fear, eyes very wide. She doesn't seem at all threatening, though. "Relax," she says, stroking the side of my face with her hand. But Carol shifts closer so her hips is almost touching mine and I can feel her hot breath on my neck. Erin leans in and kisses me on the lips, very gently. Her lips are moist and soft and somehow very comforting. Her arms go around me and she holds me against her, but not forcefully. She pulls her mouth back, still smiling. "I want a kiss," Carol glowers. Her hand grips my hair and jerks my head around, then her mouth crushes mine. Her tongue stabs into my mouth and I cry out, the sound muffled, silenced. Her lips are bruising and her breath is hot and hungry and demanding. Her hand is cruel as she twists my hair back. Erin pushes her back and I cower back against her as she strokes my head. "Don't worry about her, honey," she purrs. Her fingers tilt my chin up and she kisses me again, her mouth warm and soothing. She strokes my cheek with the back of her hand, then turns it and slides it up and down the side of my throat. Carol's hand cups my breast then and I cry out in surprise as her fingers dig into the soft flesh and squeeze tightly. "I wanna fuck this slut," she snarls. I push against her feebly, afraid of angering her more. Erin grips her wrist and with surprising strength jerks it off me, shoving it back. She and Carol glare at each other, and it's Carol that turns her eyes down, holding onto smoldering anger. Erin strokes my neck again, then kisses me on the lips, still very softly. "Now that doesn't hurt, does it, honey?" she breathes. "N-no," I whimper. She kisses me again, and her hand slides down onto my breast, cupping it gently, rubbing in a small, slow, circular motion. I want her to stop but am afraid of alienating her, afraid she'll leave me with Carol, who looks capable of terrible violence. So I don't protest as she strokes my breast. She kisses me a little harder, her tongue dipping just inside mine, the tip sliding along my lips. I gasp as I feel her fingers undo the center buttons on my shirt. "E-erin!" I gasp. "Shhhhh," she smiles. Her hand slips into my shirt and she strokes the top of my breasts over my brassiere. Her other hand has been sliding up and down my back. Now it tugs on the material of my shirt, pulling it out of my pants. It slides up my back and I tremble in fear as she undoes the catch on my bra. "I-I... have to go," I whisper. "I don't... I don't want..." "Shhhh," Erin says, pressing her lips against mine as her hand cups my bare breast. She presses me back against the seat, her hand cupping my breast, fingers kneading it gently. I feel a hand between my legs then, cupping and squeezing hard. I squirm and my legs try to close around it. I know it's Carol's hand and I beg Erin mentally to push it away. But she probably doesn't see it. My head is bent back and her lips are on mine. She's softly stroking my breast with one hand while the other strokes my back, running up and down my spine. She fingers my nipple, then rolls it between thumb and forefinger. I feel hands at the catch of my pants, jerking them open, shoving the zipper down. I squirm even more as Carol shoves her hand down the front, going into my panties to squeeze my bare pussy. Erin pulls back then, perhaps because of my squirming and shaking. "Carol," she snaps. Carol jerks her hand out and glares at her. "Don't be afraid of her," Erin says. She kisses me again, her hand squeezing my breasts as her tongue pushes into my mouth. Her hand slides down my belly then and into my pants. I jerk in surprise and fear but again don't protest. She cups my pussy and rubs lightly up and down, pushing against my slit with her middle fingers. They saw up and down my cunt cleft, rasping across my clitty. I'm moist and hot, not with excitement, but with sweat and fear. There's no pain, but I'm terribly embarrassed as she fondles me and the other two women look on. She, or somebody unbuttons my blouse, opening it wide. My head is pulled back so I don't know who it is, only that hands are cupping my breasts. It's Carol, I'm sure, because they're squeezing hard. Then I sense her movement and feel a mouth on my left breast, the tongue slurping against my nipple. She closes her lips around it and sucks, her tongue stroking the little bud as her teeth nip at the flesh around it. I'm whimpering and trembling, but Erin coos and purrs and holds me tight in comfort. She has one hand in my pants and the other behind my head as she continues to kiss me with growing passion. I feel hands on the sides of my pants then, tugging them down. They're not her hands, for I know where they are, and not Carol's hands because they're both on my bare breasts. I remember the other girl then, then unnamed crewcut girl with the angry eyes. I jerk my legs out and feel them hit something, a body beneath the table. I know it's her. She tugs my pants down over my hips, ignoring my resistance. I try to grab them but both my arms are at my side, and the two women hemming me in are pressing against my sides and holding them in place by their own bodies. My pants slip down my thighs, then down to my knees, then down to my ankles. I feel the woman's hands trying to pull them off and twist my legs around frantically to try and keep them. I'm practically naked in a public place and my mind is reeling with shock and embarrassment and fear. I want to scream but don't want to attract any more attention. Also I'm afraid nobody will care in here, and that it will make Erin and Carol angry. Tears trickle down my cheeks as Erin chews and sucks on my exposed throat and Carol chews on my nipple. The other girl jerks my pants off one ankle, then moves in between my legs, hands pushing my thighs apart. I whimper and beg softly, but they either don't hear in the noisy room, or more likely, don't care. Erin is stroking my clitty with two fingers, but now the other girl's fingers pull my pussy lips open. I feel her breath on my sex, then her tongue touches me there. I jerk violently, but the others smile and chuckle. Erin pulls my hand out and pushes it into her own pants, which are loose and open. She shoves my hand down the front and I feel her bare belly and groin. She has no pubic hair and I feel her sharply defined cunt cleft with my fingers. I try to pull my hand back but her own covers it, pressing it firmly against her groin. "Touch me," she sighs into my ear. She kisses me, her lips are all over mine, in fact. She sucks on my throat, then my ear, then my lips as her fingers pull my head back even further. Carol is devouring my nipple, sucking voraciously as her tongue whips across it. She starts to bite now, nipping and gnawing at the soft flesh around my nipple and even at the nipple itself. She pinches my other nipple with her fingers and pulls it out from my body, straining my breast outward. The other girl is lapping at my exposed pussy like a cat. She has pulled my pubic lips wide apart and her nose is grinding over my clitoris as she pushes her tongue into my fuck tunnel. I give up struggling. I sit still, allowing them their way with me. Calm resignation grips me as their fingers and tongues and lips probe every inch of my body. The music pounds loudly but I can hear little gasps and cries from other booths and know we're not unique, that other women are making love, or whatever they call it, right there in the bar. The girl between my legs pushes a finger up inside me, forcing it in to the knuckles. She pumps it in and out, then ads a second, then a third. I try to close my legs but Carol pulls one open and puts her own leg across it. Erin does the same. I feel betrayed by Erin, but she kisses softly and strokes my face reassuringly. The girl between my legs is pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy, pushing them deep. I feel a fourth finger press up into me. She twists them around slowly, working them up inside me, forcing them through my taut cunt lips. Carol rubs her cheek over my spit wet breast, across my hardened nipple. I'm surprised to suddenly realize it is hard, that both nipples are hard, my breasts swollen. She continues to squeeze and knead my mammaries as her tongue dances across my nipples, switching from one to the other rapidly. The other girl's thumb presses into me and I gasp as I realize her intent. I struggle in earnest now, but the other two women hold me with ease as the third works her thumb up inside me. Her fingers are pressed tightly together, but the deeper they go the wider they are. I feel my cunt lips stretching and stretching, aching and stinging as they're forced wide apart. The heel of her hand passes through them and I groan in shock and fear and humiliation as my pussy lips finally close just a little... on her wrist. I'm dazed and stunned, bewildered by what is being done and my inability to stop it. I feel the girl's fingers wriggling around inside my cunt tube, making my guts cramp and flutter and spin. Her tongue slides onto my clitty and she licks it forcefully as her hand slowly moves deeper inside me. I'm panting for breath, my chest rising and falling like a bellows. Erin is rubbing my hand up and down against her moist, drooling cunt crack while Carol is biting harder on my nipples. Women are walking by the booth, some ignoring us, some gazing in with smiles or lust on their face. People are dancing further out, while others chat and drink at the bar. Women are coming in and leaving, going to the bathroom and returning, making phone calls. The girl's fingers touch my cervix and I jerk violently, but they hold me. She strokes my cervix, then one by one, she pulls her fingers in, each one scratching against my cunt walls as she bends it back into her palm. She forms a fist inside my cunt, a thick, hard lump halfway up my cunt tunnel. She twists it slowly around, first in one direction, then the other. Then she starts to slide it deeper. I think I'm going mad. Maybe I am. I'm trembling and shaking and twitching as my sweat-coated body overheats from my pounding hear, racing blood, and the adrenaline pouring through my system. The girl between my legs closes her lips around my clit and starts to suck hard. My clitoris feels huge and raw and terribly, terribly sensitive. She sucks, then blows, then hums, or buzzes, I don't know exactly, but my clitty vibrates in response. My whole body is throbbing massively, like a gigantic drum beating repeatedly. My insides are turning over in circles, twisting and shaking and fluttering. My cunt is burning with pain, and... something else. I feel the girl's arm sliding into me, moving between my taut pussy lips. Her knuckles touch my cervix then and as Erin lets go of my hair I look down and see that she has half her forearm buried inside me. Then Carol seizes my hair and pulls it back. Her lips crush mine hungrily as Erin slides her mouth down onto my right nipple. My body is starting to jerk uncontrollably, and I don't know why. I'm dazed and frightened and mortified and can't think straight. The girl below the table sucks my clit hard, then slides her teeth around them and begins to nip lightly. I cry out, the sound absorbed by Carol's hungry mouth. My pussy feels unbearably full, the flesh of my cunt walls super tight, stretched to the absolute limit. The fist grinds against my cervix and my head explodes. I heave violently, almost throwing them off. My head jerks and thrashes from side to side as I grunt repeatedly. I arch my back, pushing my breasts out into Erin's face as she bites down on one nipple and her fingers clamp down on both breasts. The girl below the table grinds her knuckles harder as she sucks furiously on my clit. My cunt squeezes and spasms around her fist and arm as I come. I don't know I'm coming, don't know much of anything. The pressure of the orgasmic release rips through my mind and body and soul, leaving me stunned and gasping for breath. It goes on and on and on, my body flaring with white hot heat, my flesh melting off my bones, my life essence flowing out in waves until there's nothing left but a husk. But I'm still alive, though barely. There's movement all around me. Erin shifts back, pulling me over onto my side. Carol and the other woman pull on my legs and arms, turning me, lifting me up. I'm on my knees on the seat, and Erin is laying back in front of me, legs spread. Her pants have gone and I'm staring at her glistening cunt crack as she pulls my face into it. The other girl, the one who's name I still don't know, is behind me on the seat, her fist still deep inside me. My ass is raised and she strokes it with one hand as she pumps her fist very slowly in my pussy. Erin pulls my face into her crotch, holding me by the hair. "Lick me," she demands, excited, breathing hard. I don't want to, but she twists my hair. I slide my tongue along her cleft, then lap at it as the other girl did to mine. She groans in pleasure. Encouraged, I lick harder, my fingers peeling her sex open so I can lick at the pink flesh. I didn't know where Carol was at first, but then realized I was all but draped across her lap. She was sitting beneath me watching as I licked at Erin's slit. She reached in and cupped my breasts then, squeezing them as she watched me licking Erin. I didn't care. I was numb now. I pushed my tongue deeper into Erin's slit, grunting as the girl behind me started to pump her fist harder, moving it up and down my pussy tube with growing speed. She bent and I felt her tongue pushing against my anus. A shock ran through my body but I didn't halt my pussy licking. The girl pushed her tongue deeper, pumping her fist in my cunt while stroking my clit with her other hand. I felt my mind twisting and bending and tumbling. Then I came again, grunting and whining as I humped back at her with desperate, mindless passion. Carol squeezed my breasts hard, repeatedly, while I slurped and sucked on Erin's slit. I found her clit and sucked on it, buzzing and humming and blowing as the other girl had done to me. Carol slapped my bare ass, then pushed the other girl's tongue away and pressed her finger against my anus. I whimpered as she slowly pushed it into me. I licked harder at Erin's clit, desperate, crazed. She came, groaning and arching her back, mashing my face down into her as she humped up against me. They changed positions, and it was Carol's slit I licked then, doing it with just as much furious energy as I'd shown Erin's. After she came they lifted me and carried me into the center of the room. I was laid on my back on a table, my head falling over one end, my ass at the other. A woman stood over my face and pressed her bare pussy into my mouth. I sucked automatically. Tongues danced over my own clit as fingers drove into my cunt and asshole and squeezed down on my naked breasts. Crotches pushed against mine, rubbing and grinding against my pussy. Other pussies dropped onto my breasts, and rubbed heavily back and forth on top of them, jerking off with my nipples. Another cunt dropped onto my mouth, then another, then another, then another, an endless stream that kept grinding and humping and rubbing over my face and mouth until I couldn't move my tongue and my jaw was so sore I thought it was broken. I was utterly exhausted, having cum a dozen times. Girl cum coated my face and hair and chest and crotch. I couldn't move and laid there in a half conscious stupor. My legs and arms were wide apart. It was the perfect scene of a totally fucked woman. What a rush! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 65