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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Madonna: What a Feeling (FF, con, oral, celebs) By Lost Soul (Address withheld) *** This is work of fiction about Madonna and Jennifer Beals. No harm is intended, it's just an erotic fantasy. Jennifer Beals is not known for being homosexual, although Madonna is. But even with Madonna's personal history, this story probably couldn't take place in real life. *** It had been five years since her first huge success. But still, everyone was asking Jennifer about the movie. As if she hadn't done anything since then. Of course she had concentrated more on her second career, on getting her degree in history. So Jennifer was a little mad at those people who kept on bothering her. But just a little. She had to be honest... life was really good to her. And so the 25 years old actress (or student) felt really fine on this Friday night. She had her own N.Y. apartment and she was dating one really nice guy. Unfortunately he was away for some weeks, and Jennifer had to spend this night alone. All of her friends were busy, and it was all up to Jennifer to do something nice. The girl sat on her sofa, relaxed and smiling. What could she do? She did not have long to think about it. After all she was living in New York, the town that never sleeps. Jenny jumped to her feet and went into her bedroom to pick some nice cloth. Maybe her clothes weren't too hip, but she liked them anyway. Loose fitting black pants, an olive colored T- Shirt and a black blazer. Very comfortable, very nice. She took the Subway, the fastest way to get to the clubs. It was around 10 p.m. when the black haired girl reached her destination. The 'Excalibur' was one of the hottest places in town. Everyone important was there. And even the celebrities from Hollywood came there from time to time. Jennifer was excited when she entered the huge club. It seemed that hundreds of people were in the former church. Dancing, drinking... flirting... and sometimes couples were making love in one of the bathrooms. Jennifer made her way to the bar and ordered one fancy cocktail. It was plain fun to just watch the young men and women dancing and talking over the music that was really loud. Jenny let her eyes wander over the crowd. Couples of all kind were moving and talking. Men and women, men and men, women and women. Jennifer smiled. She had no prejudice what so ever over homosexuality. As long as people were happy. So, for while she was just looking and thinking. Later she went onto the dance floor and moved her slim body to the beats. She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not recognize that people around her got very excited too. Some people were moving towards the entrance. They applauded, starred and were smiling when they saw the woman enter the club. Madonna was all diva. She enjoyed her success, enjoyed life. After a while, when she had reached the center of the church, the excitement got a little milder and Madonna was just one of the crowd. Jennifer was sweating. It was hot like hell in the club. Too many people, too little room to move. But the young woman with those long, curly hairs did not mind the heat. Her T-Shirt got darker by the minute from her sweat. She knew she should have left her blazer at the wardrobe. But 'should have' was waste of thoughts. Little droplets were running over her beautiful face. She was in a trance... "Hey beauty, mind if I dance with you?" At first she did not perceive that she was addressed. But when a hand was placed on her shoulder she jumped and turned around to see who was interrupting her. Jennifer Beals was taken aback when she looked into Madonna's face. The singer was in control. She smiled at her prey. "W... what..." The older woman's eyebrows were lifting in mock surprise. "I asked you to dance with me, Jennifer Beals. Do you mind?" Jenny did not know what to say. Of course she did not mind homosexuality, but she had never considered herself to be the prey of... Well, everyone knew that Madonna was bi. Totally surprised she just stood there, not knowing what to say. Madonna on the other hand knew exactly what to do. She grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders and pulled her close. The young woman did not resist when the Blonde laid her arms around Jenny's hips and pressed her lower body hard against the other woman's pelvis. And they danced... At first it was more than strange to dance with a woman. But, as time went by, Jennifer felt more and more at ease with her 'partner'. It was exciting to dance with this woman, this celebrity. Madonna was leading, moved Jennifer's body like her own. It was a dance of prey and predator. Jenny was smiling all the time. -God... she is hot...- The were dancing for hours. From time to time they went to the bar and drank some water. All the people around them were forgotten. Jennifer felt really special that this beautiful woman knew who she was, that she had been chosen to dance with her. And only her... The girl did not think any further... It was just dancing. She did not think about Madonna's intentions. She did not know what the older woman had in mind. It was three in the morning when Madonna suddenly stopped dancing. She held Jennifer in her arms, starring into the huge, dark eyes everyone loved, and bent forward to kiss Jennifer's forehead. Jenny did not know what to think about this kiss. It was only a friendly gesture... "Come, Jennifer, let's leave this place." "O.k." They left and Jennifer was smiling all the time. She was wondering to which exciting place Madonna would take her. When they were on the streets, it was suddenly all quiet. The stark contrast made Jennifer dizzy. "Wow... that's a relieve." Madonna smiled and hugged the younger woman, pulling her close. "W... where do we go now?" "Let's grab a taxi and go to Long island." Jennifer did not understand. "Why, what's there." Madonna let go of her prey and was still smiling. "I'll show you." And so Jennifer responded with her winning smile. "Okay... surprise me." The cab made its way through the night. The driver was Persian and he had no idea who was in the back. Just two beautiful women. They were laughing and telling stories. Maybe they were lesbians or something. After some time they left Manhattan. Later on he stopped his car at a lonely, deserted place near to the beach. Madonna gave him the money and he left. It was dark and quiet. Jennifer Beals was not thinking straight anymore. The night was long, she was tired and excited at the same time. So she just followed the Blonde who was wearing a white summer dress. "What is it? Where do we go? Come on, tell me..." "Come Honey... I will show you." Jennifer was laughing and giggling all the time. Maybe she was a little naive. But she spent the night with Madonna... a huge star... she just had to do what the Blonde said. Suddenly Madonna stopped and Jennifer almost bumped into her. They were at the beach and belonged only to them. "Gosh it is beautiful out here..." Madonna smiled. "It sure is. And we are all alone out here." She moved behind the younger woman who was still staring at the sea. "You like that, don't you." She wrapped her arms around Jennifer's shoulders, laying her chin onto the right shoulder. The girl did not mind. She already felt very close to the singer. They were two of a kind. She was just smiling, feeling very comfortable. For a while none of them said anything. And then, Madonna's hands were moving down. "You are such a beautiful girl, Jennifer. I knew it was you when I got into the club. I like you." Jennifer placed her hands onto Madonna's hands. She did not stop the older Woman, she actually felt comfortable with the tenderness. Madonna's hands reached Jennifer's breasts. She cubed them... A shiver ran through Jennifer Beals body. She closed her eyes for a second and moaned. "You like that too?" Madonna started massaging the girl's breasts. "Mhhh..." Jenny did not have to think about it. There was no... 'am I a lesbian or... is this o.k.?'... She just let it happen. And it felt good. The hands were squeezing her breasts to the rhythm of the crushing waves onto the shore. Jenny laid her head back and felt warm lips on her cheek. "You like that too...?" "Mhhh... yes..." Madonna's right hand let go of Jenny's breast, moving down... reached the flat stomach and started stroking it. "Oh Madonna... God..." Madonna smiled and kissed Jennifer's right ear. "You feel so good, Jenny. I wanted you from the first time I saw Flashdance." Jenny smiled. "What took you so long?" The older woman let go of Jennifer's breast and stomach. She reached for the blazer, pulling it down over trembling arms. A cool wind came in from the ocean and Jennifer got Goosebumps on her bare arms. She was shivering and realized how wet she was. -God... a woman... lesbian...- Again the Blonde wrapped her arms around the girl. She let her hands slide downwards, over Jennifer's hips... to the front... where her fingers went straight to the belt. -She is seducing me... oh...- The woman opened her pants while the wind let Jennifer's cloth flutter. She moaned... and almost bent in. Jennifer's knees were like rubber. Then the wide, black pants fell down into the cooling sand. Madonna kissed the black haired girl on her neck, licking the salt away while her hand were moving over the pelvis, moving up, under the olive colored T-Shirt. Jennifer laid her hands on Madonna's legs, stroking them shy while she felt well manicured hands stroking her flat stomach. "You wonderful little thing..." Madonna's hands reached their destination and her fingers pressed into firm breasts. She started squeezing them and felt the girl tremble. Jennifer Beals breathing got stronger and stronger by the moment. "Oh God..." Both of them sank into the sand, onto theirs knees... The singer took the seam of Jennifer's T-Shirt under between her fingers and lifted it, pulled it over her head. The olive colored T-Shirt landed in the sand and Jenny was breathing hard. She knew that she would now make love with a woman. This would be a first-time experience... but she did not feel guilty... it just was the right thing to do. Madonna stood up and Jenny sank onto her back, shivering. The Blonde looked down onto her prey and smiled when she lifted her dress and pulled it over her head. She was naked and Jenny had to admire the muscular body. Then the singer crawled to Jenny's feet and got rid of the white tennis-shoes on Jennifer's feet. The black pants were pulled down and thrown away. Jennifer Beals was naked. She starred into Madonna's face... austere, her huge eyes fixed onto her lovers face. She was about to get fucked by one of the biggest stars. By a woman... Madonna kneed in the cool sand, looking down on Jennifer Beals whom she had always wanted to fuck. She was such a beautiful girl... light brown skin, black hair... and those huge eyes that made her look so vulnerable. Madonna was all wet, felt how swollen the lips were... "Spread your legs..." The girl complied... She felt the wind on her smooth skin, felt how Goosebumps were running over the inner site of her thighs, felt her swollen clit, the liquid running over her lips. And when Madonna placed her right hand on those swollen lips Jennifer had to scream out her lust. The middle finger sank into the warm, wet flesh... And the girl started shivering when the finger moved in and out. "Yes..." she whispered "..oh yes..." Jennifer looked up, saw the wonderful muscular body of her new lover and felt the finger in her vagina. She smiled and stretched her arms out.. Madonna took another finger... played with the reddish lips, touched the clitoris... then three fingers... And while she fucked the girl with her fingers she crawled between Jenny's legs. She smiled down on her and pushed her fingers deep into the wet opening. She took another finger... she felt how Jennifer's vagina got wider and wider... -Almost ready my love- She kept on pushing, felt how the liquid ran over her fingers and it made her own lust grow. So she placed the other hand on her own vagina and inserted the middle finger into herself. A fourth finger into Jennifer Beals... The girl screamed in lust... again... louder... her fingers were digging into the sand. The vagina got wider... and Madonna put her thump close to her hand... And then she shoved her hand into Jennifer Beals vagina. The vagina was stretched to its limits. And if it weren't for the thunder of the crashing waves, anybody in the distance would have heard Jennifer's scream. Her heels were digging into the ground, her mouth wide open, her body shaking. Madonna laid her head into the neck and moaned while the girl shook in ecstasy. She turned the fist from left to right and back. The knuckles were rubbing over the inner walls and Jennifer almost fainted out. Madonna showed no mercy. She kept on turning her fist inside Jennifer Beals. She looked down on this nights prey. She saw the firm breasts, saw the flat stomach... but again, it were those wonderful, huge eyes that made her go mad. She twisted and turned and saw how the black haired girl came close to the orgasm. She looked into the eyes and knew when... She pulled her hand out of Jennifer's vagina. Jenny coughed... at first she did not know what had happened. Then she looked at Madonna with angry eyes. "W... why... w..." "Schhhhhh..." Madonna crawled over her younger lover and lowered her body on top of the young woman. Breasts were squeezing together, flat stomachs touching each other. Jennifer was out of her mind. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of experience. She did have sex with men... but this... The black-haired woman was breathing heavily when she wrapped her arms around the famous singer. Lips found each other and she felt Madonna's tongue slide into her mouth. She responded with a passionate kiss. She let her own tongue play with Madonna's, let her hands wander up and down over the muscular body and wrapped her legs around the blonde woman. The crushing waves made a concert, played the background music for the couple. Madonna moved up and down, rubbed her sex over Jennifer's and felt the excitement rise when the young woman was groaning louder and louder. Suddenly Madonna broke the kiss. She lifted herself up and crawled backwards till the black pubic hair of her young lover was right in front of her. The singer was breathing hard when she placed her hands on the inner side of Jenny's muscular thighs. She pressed them apart and bent forward. "You want to go to heaven?" Jenny's body was covered in sweat. Her hair stuck to her slim body, her eyes wide and longing... "Yes..." Madonna smiled. But the smile subsided when she stuck out her tongue and buried her head between Jennifer Beals thighs. The tongue entered Jennifer's vagina. It slid between the lips and liquids were running over it. The girl's pelvis moved up a little and her head snapped back, her mouth opened. Saliva was running out of her mouth and a loud and deep moan escaped... Madonna licked the inner lips, used her fingers to spread them apart. She blew into the opening and Jennifer screamed in lust. And again the singer inserted two fingers into the already wide vagina; used them as a cock. It did not take long before she pressed three, then four fingers into the wet hole. She kept on licking the liquids from Jenny's vagina and made the girl crazy. "P--please... the... the... fist!" Madonna smiled. It worked every time. And so she withdrew her head a little from Jennifer lap, lifted her head and took a look at the beautiful girl in front of her. So innocent, so slim and... those eyes. Reflections of moonlight shone in those dark pools of lust... The hand slid into the wet opening. It was like a hot knife sliding into butter... Jennifer Beals vagina was wide open and wet. Little rivers of liquid ran out and were sucked in by the sand underneath the young woman. Madonna made a fist and... again... turned it from left to right... left... right... She kept on turning... Jennifer Beals nearly fainted out. She screamed out her lust, her longing... It was the best sex she ever had. Noting was like this... This woman, Madonna... the best lover she ever had. And then... after an eternity... Jennifer Beals... was hit by a tornado... by the most intense orgasm in the world. The scream scared the gulls. The were shrieking, screaming and then lifted and flew into the dark night. The orgasm was so intense. It lasted for so long. Jennifer saw dark spots in her vision. She was shaking, shivering... sweating like never before. And on the paramount of the orgasm... she fainted out. The vision began to clear again. Her consciousness returned and her head snapped back... a silent scream left her mouth, saliva ran out of it and ran down her chin. Jenny's pelvis lifted and she felt a strange sensation of loss. It was gone. Madonna had pulled out her hand... and still, the air was rushing into the still open vagina... and left little feelings of passion. Slowly the orgasm and the after-feelings subsided. The dark-eyed girl began to relax. "I think it is my turn to get satisfied, don't you think?!" Jennifer was still weak. She had almost no strength left. It was like ... no, there was nothing even close to this feeling. Madonna laid her hands on the outer side of Jennifer's thighs and pressed her legs together. Then she crawled on all four over the young woman till her own pelvis, her own vagina was only inches away from Jennifer's mouth. "Lick it!" It was an order, not a request. Jennifer was so grateful for the orgasm her lover had given to her. She could not deny this... although... the thought of even touching another woman's wet hole... But, no... she had to... And so the girl stuck out her tongue and felt a strange sensation of returning lust when the tip of her tongue touched the sensitive lips of Madonna. She began licking... Slowly at first. Bitter liquid ran over it, ran down and she swallowed it. It tasted... good... Her tongue got faster... she stuck it between her lovers lips... like... Like a penis... It was strange... Jennifer liked it... yes, it was good... Her lust returned and the girl licked the other woman's vagina with passion. She placed her hands on Madonna's hips and fucked her with her mouth. Madonna laid her head back and opened her mouth. It was good... the girl was just perfect. She felt the tongue slide into her body, felt how Jennifer moved the lips from left to right... felt the orgasm coming closer. Jenny closed her eyes, stroke Madonna's hips, her back... and sucked on the clitoris... It lasted for minutes and the reservations turned into oblivion. Jennifer knew it was not wrong to make love to another woman. She knew it was meant for her. Maybe... she was a lesbian after all. But at the moment it did not matter. She just felt good, felt she had met her destination. She fucked Madonna... And... The orgasm hit Madonna like a train at midnight. She screamed, and the sound of crushing waves swallowed every sound. Both bodies were shaking. Sweat sprayed away... Jennifer grabbed Madonna's ass and pulled her closer, stuck her tongue deep into the opening till her chin hurt. Madonna's liquids ran into her mouth and... again she swallowed... Another orgasm shook Madonna... And the sank backwards... Jennifer moaned and her chest was moving up and down and a fast pace. The two women were laying in the cool sand, the lower bodies turned toward each other... like a human sculpture of intense and pure closeness. The night wind stroke Long Island. The sand on the beach flew up and sank down. Gulls were screaming and two women were enjoying the sensation of harmony. Madonna picked herself up and crawled over to her younger lover. They cuddled and kisses framed the felt sensation of brutal lust... "I never would have thought that this kind of love was meant for me." Madonna cubed Jennifer Beals left breast and started massaging it. "Life is meant for satisfaction, Jenny. It does not matter if you make love with a man... or a woman. Everything that pleases you is good." They kissed. Jennifer enjoyed the warmth of Madonna's body. They hugged and pulled each other close. For almost an hour after the orgasm they just lay there and were not two women but one. Later Madonna broke the tenderness and dressed. Jennifer followed her. An arm around each other's waist, they walked back to the street. Madonna found a public phone and they called a cab that brought them back to Manhattan. The night wasn't over yet. There were some bars that never closed, and so they had some Martinis and they talked. Jennifer Beals knew this woman wasn't meant for just one lover. But she was proud that Madonna had chosen her to be a part of the lust of her life. They would meet again... and Jennifer couldn't wait till the made love again. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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