Blackout

Blackout Colleen Thomas Misscolly@aol.com

Tara Pennington glanced up from the huge pile of notes and forms on her desk and sighed. The office was almost empty; everyone who could afford too had already left for the evening. Tara was staying till five today because she had already used up a lot of her sick time and it wasn't worth it to leave early and get stuck in traffic anyway. The only other people left in the office were Ronnie and Tab.

Ronnie was a supervisor and the most hated person in the office. She was tall and thin with angular features and way too much muscle for a woman. She had long legs, dark hair and dark eyes. She was also an out lesbian and she made no bones about it. She constantly tried to flirt with the married women in the office and took great pleasure in embarrassing them. Tara was one of her favorite targets because the small woman was very shy, retiring and she was physically intimidated by Ronnie. She was also pretty na^Ëve and from the Midwest, having moved to New York only three short months ago. Ronnie seemed to take sadistic glee in affronting her Midwestern values and seeing her blush.

Tab didn't work in the office and was Ronnie's partner in crime. She worked three floors down as a security guard in the claims department and was only up here to screw around with Ronnie until they could split. Tab was a big woman, not just tall like Ronnie, but big and she was ugly where Ronnie could at least look attractive when she wanted too. Tab's face was flat, her nose had been broken a few times and her eyes were a strange shade of green. Her big hands were rough and her knuckles were scarred. She wore her red hair in a severe buzz cut that left her looking like her scalp was rusting. She simply scared Tara to death and the small blonde avoided her like the plague.

They were both standing by the water cooler and Tara watched as they both took some pills. Tara wondered what they were taking and then decided she didn't want to know. She was alone with them and they weren't harassing her so she was happy. The small blonde had no interest in drawing attention to herself, especially when the three of them were alone in the office. Tab and Ronnie did everything together and one of the most embarrassing things in her life had been the day in the cafeteria when they sat on either side of her and discussed the woman they had picked up and taken home to "double team" the night before. Tara blushed just remembering it and went back to her paper work. A few minutes later she was startled by a knock on her office door. She looked up to find Tab and Ronnie standing there.

"Come on girl, let's blow this place," Ronnie said. They both seemed to be in a good mood and Tara was glad of that. Ronnie could be a bitch when she was in a bad mood and Tab was just plain scary. She glanced at the clock and saw it was five till four.

"Y'all go ahead, I really need to stay `til five,"

"Fuck that, I gotta close up tonight," Ronnie said amiably.

"I'll do it," Tara said.

"Screw it, I'm already signed out at five, just leave your time-card blank. When numb-nuts comes in and asks, I'll tell him you left when I did. He won't buck me," Ronnie said.

"I really shouldn't," Tara began but Tab interrupted her.

"Get up bitch, that X is going to hit soon and I don't want to be stuck in this shit hole when it does," Tab ordered.

Tara reluctantly rose, grabbed her purse and followed the two of them out, it never even occurred to her to not do as Tab ordered. Ronnie stopped to lock up and Tara hurried to the elevators. She was glad Tab had stopped with Ronnie and she pressed the call button several times. The elevator seemed to take forever and she found herself pushing the button again and again. She didn't want to have to share an elevator with Tab and Ronnie, especially if they were taking drugs.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang and the empty car opened, she had just stepped in and was about to hit the button when she heard Ronnie shout.

"Hold it!"

Tara hesitated only a second, but moved her finger from the ground floor button to the door open one. She probably could have gotten off if she had pressed the button, but she didn't want to have the two of them angry with her. She could stand their company for the ride down, after all, what could happen in that short a time, she thought?

The two of them ran to the car and once inside Ronnie pressed the button and the doors slid shut. Tara moved to the back corner of the car and hoped someone would join them soon. The two gay women made her extremely nervous.

The elevator began a smooth descent when the lights suddenly flickered and they were plunged into darkness. The lights came back on and the elevator began to move again. Tara barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when the car shuddered to a stop and they were again plunged into utter darkness.

"What the fuck?" Tab's disembodied voice called from the front corner of the elevator.

"Terrorists!" Tara blurted out in abject fear. She had always hated the dark and was mildly claustrophobic She could see nothing at all in the inky blackness and felt her skin crawl.

"Relax chicky, it's just a brown out. Lights will be back on soon," Ronnie said confidently.

Tara shrank into the corner, where she could feel the walls on either side of her and sank down to the floor. Nameless dread washed over her and she fought to keep from vomiting. Her skin was clammy already and she started shaking.

"How long is this shit going to last?" Tab's voice seemed to echo in the small chamber.

"Relax bitch, what's the matter? Afraid of the dark?" Ronnie called.

"Fuck you, I ain't afraid of nothing and there ain't but one bitch in here," Tab said. Her voice was different, higher pitched and surly. At least it seemed so to Tara.

"How bout that, Tab thinks you're a bitch Tara, what do you say to that?' Ronnie's voice called.

"I've never been mean to anyone," Tara said. Her voice sounded very small and fearful. Ronnie and Tab both laughed.

"She didn't mean a bitch like that," Ronnie said. Tara was starting to shake harder, she could feel the rising panic and tried to fight it down.

"I don't understand," she said. At least their voices let her know she wasn't alone. If she had been she knew she would be in real trouble.

"Well, it's like this. Me and Ronnie are butch, a lipstick lez is a bitch. So you're a bitch, `cause you sure as hell ain't a butch," Tab said.

Tara was slowly getting her fear under control. She chose to ignore the comment, and concentrated on breathing deeply. Her breath came in shuddering gasps.

"You alright?" Tab asked.

"Yes," Tara said with difficulty, "I'm just a little claustrophobic,"

Tab started to say something derogatory, but Ronnie interrupted her.

"So, where ya wanna go tonight?" Ronnie said. Her voice had moved to the front of the car, near the control panel.

"I don't care. We just need to get there soon; this is good shit and something is getting fucked tonight," Tab said and laughed.

"Yeah, my pussy is already tingling," Ronnie said.

Tara blushed furiously and for a few moments forgot her fear, but it welled back up as soon as the silence came again. The dark she could stand with effort, but when coupled with silence and a small space it was terrifying beyond rational explanation. She always remembered the time as a child of six she rode out a tornado alone in an abandoned storm cellar. It had been filled with bugs and rats, unseen scurrying in the absolute darkness. They had crawled over her and bitten her and she had screamed until her voice cracked. She was nearly catatonic when her father found her and it had taken years before she could even manage to sleep without all the lights in the house on. Even now she had a nightlight on her nightstand at home.

"Mine too, could use a little tongue action to sooth the itch. Hey bitch, come on over here and give me some head," Tab's voice called. Tara felt herself blush from her head to her feet and Ronnie burst out laughing. She was lightheaded and dizzy, a feeling similar to vertigo. She knew she was loosing her grip and she prayed the lights would come on soon.

"Yeah, when you finish with her my cunt could use some attention too," Ronnie said.

"How 'bout it? Ever tasted fresh pussy?" Tab's voice said.

"You two are terrible," Tara managed and giggled. The overwhelming panic always did this to her. Her best friend called it a `runner's high', when the panic became so strong that her body began to release endorphins. Tara compared it to being really buzzed, a kind of strange feeling where her inhibitions were lowered and her judgment became increasingly impaired. God, please let the lights come back on, she prayed. Tab started to say something but Ronnie shushed her.

"Earl? Yeah, it's Rhonda, what's going on?" Ronnie's voice said.

"You're fucking kidding!! How long? Son of a bitch!" Ronnie shouted, causing Tara to start.

"No, were all right. Huh? Oh, Me, Tabitha Hunter and Tara Pennington," Ronnie said. Tara finally realized the tall woman had found the emergency phone in the elevator. She would never have remembered it. She was still scared, but she felt a little better with Tab and Ronnie there. At least she wasn't alone. She thought back to the decision to hold the door and smiled, sometimes little acts of kindness came back to you in a big way, she thought.

"Yeah, Fuck you very much," Ronnie said and slammed the phone down.

"We are so screwed."

"Why? What's up?" Tab's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Power's out all over the Northeast. It could be days before they get it back on."

"We could starve to death!" Tara blurted, her imagination running away with her and the unreasoning panic welled up again until she felt her chest would burst.

"Relax baby, you'll have plenty to eat," Tab said and snickered.

"Yeah, survival rations of pussy," Ronnie laughed. Tara shook her head. The two city girls and their banter embarrassed her, but they gave her some comfort. She knew she would be going insane by now if she were alone. At least at this rate by the time they did get out she wouldn't blush so much, she thought. She felt a silly smile on her face and knew she was coming unglued. The darkness would always win over her, she thought. At least she wasn't alone, the silence in that darkness would have killed her, she just knew it.

"So how long are we stuck here?" Tab asked.

"I don't know, Earl said he called 911, but there are thousands of people trapped in elevators, I wouldn't bet on getting out tonight,"

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Tab said.

"Don't know about you, but I am going to shuck these panties and let my fingers do the walking," Ronnie said.

"Guess there ain't no other option," Tab said glumly.

Her voice faded away and the elevator became as silent as a tomb. Tara was fighting back her panic again as the silence stretched on. Eventually her ear caught a sound from the front of the elevator. It was a kind of wet, squishy sound. Tara couldn't believe it and the sheer audacity of if cut through her panic. Surely they were just joking with her? They couldn't be seriously...masturbating in the elevator!!

"Ohhhh..." a quiet moan came from the corner of the elevator where Tab had been standing when the lights went out. Tara swallowed hard. She was still in shock that anyone could be so brazen. The soft wet sounds were in stereo now. The darkness had a strange effect, it seemed to sharpen her other senses. She wrinkled her nose as she began to detect a faintly musky odor.

"Oh my god!"

"What?" Ronnie's disembodied voice called.

"You're really masturbating!?"

"Of course, unless you have a better suggestion?" Ronnie said sardonically.

"I do, you can crawl over here and give my hand a rest," Tab said.

"Not in this life," Ronnie said.

"Wasn't talking to you," Tab grunted. Ronnie chuckled. For a while there was silence again. Tara was still fighting her panic, but she was surrounded by the smell and sounds of sex. Despite her wishes to be disgusted she felt herself getting damp and becoming aroused. Her senses seemed so acute in the inky blackness and any sound, even that of the two women stroking their pussies was welcome.

"Ever tried it, Tara?" Ronnie asked. Her voice sounded normal, but a little deeper.

"No, I never have," Tara said.

"Ever thought about it?" Tab grunted.

"I guess so," Tara admitted.

"So why haven't you ever?" Ronnie asked.

"I don't know, I guess I never had the opportunity," Tara said thinking about it. That wasn't really true. In college her roommate had offered, but Tara was too shy to make the first move and Nancy hadn't pushed it.

"Well, opportunity is knocking girly," Ronnie said with amusement in her voice.

"Oh no...I couldn't," Tara said quickly.

"Why not?" Tab's voice said. Was it her imagination or was the voice closer to her?

"I'm married for one, besides it would just be wrong."

"Why would it be wrong?" Ronnie's voice said. It seemed closer to her too.

"I don't know, it just would be," Tara said. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Tab spoke again, the big woman's voice was right in her ear.

"Bullshit, if you ever got a little taste I bet you wouldn't go back to your husband,"

"I don't think." she began, but gasped when she felt a hand brush her calf.

"You've got nice legs," Ronnie's voice said from somewhere in front of her.

"Thank you," Tara squeaked.

"I've daydreamed about having them wrapped around my waist," Ronnie said conversationally.

Tara didn't know what to say, she felt a hand caress her bare arm and jerked it away. A finger traced lightly up her shin and over her knee.

"Wait, I don't..."

"What?" Ronnie's voice said. The finger on her leg traced slowly up her thigh, stopping only when it reached the hem of her dress. She felt unseen hands grab her hand and hold it. Soon a second finger slowly traced up her arm.

"Yeah, what?" Tab said. Tara swallowed hard. The finger on her thigh was making small sensuous circles and the one on her arm had traced up to her sleeve. She felt funny inside, all fluttery and tense. This was getting out of hand fast, she thought. She cleared her throat and tried to speak assertively, but her voice was tremulous.

"Really, we need to stop,"

"Stop what?" Ronnie asked innocently.

"Oh my god," Tara groaned when she felt a warm wet tongue run along the crease of the inside of her elbow.

"That didn't sound like you wanted it to stop," Ronnie said. She felt a hand on her other thigh, slowly stroking her leg through her stockings.

The soft lips and tongue were moving slowly up her arm following the trail blazed by the finger. That finger sent shivers through her body as it slid along her shoulder blade and up her neck. She gasped when the two hands moved up her thighs, carrying her skirt hem with them.

Tara swallowed hard. She tried to find her voice, but it wouldn't come. She tried to move away, but her limbs seemed like lead and refused to obey her commands. She felt a knot in her stomach that was strange and insistent, not like the fear and panic, but disconcerting nonetheless.

Two women, in total darkness and yet they seemed to be able to see. Maybe they just knew each other so well or perhaps it was just fate. Tara opened her mouth and started to just say stop, but at that exact moment, the lips jumped from her shoulder to her neck and the long hands crossed her stocking tops and caressed the bare skin of her upper thighs. Instead of a command to stop, a low moan was all that escaped from her lips.

It felt so good, she could feel her breath catch in her throat and her heart was hammering in her chest. She had to put a stop to this, but how? Her body was betraying her and she felt her will to stop it slipping away.

The hands slid further up her thighs, the long fingers sliding under the leg-bands of her panties and the thumbs bumped against her crotch. An electric thrill passed through her and the knot in her stomach exploded in a warm euphoric surge.

"You're wet baby," Ronnie's voice said, it seemed to be right in front of her face. Tara was so embarrassed, but she moaned softly when those thumbs began to stroke her slick panties. The tongue had reached her ear and was gently flicking along the outer edge. A soft warm breath was exhaled that sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

"Relax, you're gonna love it," Tab said in a breathy whisper.

"L...l...love what?" Tara stuttered.

"This," Tab said and Tara felt lips pressed against her own. A tongue probed at her lips and they parted of their own accord. The tongue thrust into her mouth and Tab began to french kiss her. Tara had never been kissed like this, the woman's tongue seemed unusually long and active, caressing her teeth and sliding over her own tongue. The hands on her thighs slid out of her panties and gently pushed her legs further apart. Involuntarily her legs gave in to that gentle but firm pressure. She felt her dress slide up and bunch around her waist.

The searing kiss continued and Tara felt helpless as two hands moved to either side of her face and held her head while the tongue continued to ravish her mouth. She felt a thumb hook into the leg-band of her panties and pull them to one side. The air felt cool on her hot and damp pussy. It was hard to try and protest with Tab's tongue shoved down her throat, and when the jolt of pleasure from Ronnie's fingers rubbing along her lips hit she wasn't sure she wanted to.

"I think it's getting hot in here," Ronnie said.

The kiss broke and Tab's voice said "Yeah, it is kinda stuffy, what do you think, hot stuff?"

It was blatantly obvious where this line of questioning was leading, but Tara was still grappling with conflicting emotions and her body was overloaded with the intensity of the sensations she had just experienced. Ronnie's fingers still stroked her sensitive lips and it was kinda stuffy in the car.

"It is kinda stuffy," she said. Her voice was husky and she almost didn't recognize it.

"Well, we better do something about that," Ronnie said and chuckled. Tara was unprepared when a pair of hands caught hers and pulled her to her feet.

"Wha..?" she started, but her voice trailed off when she felt fingers fumbling for the zipper of her dress.

The hands, which were holding hers, tightened as she tried to stop the others from undoing the zipper.

"Wait, I'm not..."

Her arms were pushed apart and lips pressed to hers, before she could assimilate what was happening a tongue was deep in her mouth, cutting off her words. This tongue was different, it was thinner and more agile, but Tara lost her train of though when it began to forcefully fuck her mouth. She felt the cool air as the zipper slid down to her mid back. The noise was unusually loud in the darkness.

Hands were tugging her dress down and the ones on her wrists released their grip. Those hands moved around her waist and held her tightly while the others pulled her dress off her suddenly limp arms. She panicked for a moment when she felt the dress catch on her hips and realized she was nearly naked! Then another tug and the dress moved past her hips. She felt the expensive silk pool at her ankles and knew she was now standing in the middle of an elevator in just her underwear. She was terribly embarrassed, but also very turned on.

A pair of arms slipped around her body and she felt them pressed onto her thighs. She felt Tab's wide body on her back as the woman stood up from her semi-crouch. Tab kept her hands open and her fingers spread as she dragged them up the inside of Tara's legs, over her mound, up her tummy and then cupped her breasts. She began to squeeze the sensitive orbs and Tara moaned into Ronnie's mouth when she felt a warm tongue flick over her ear.

"You got nice tits babe, how big are they?" Tab said in a sexy whisper. Ronnie's lips moved from her mouth to her throat and Tara moaned as the tall woman's hands moved to her ass and began to squeeze. Tara moaned again and her hips started to jog softly. Her mind tried desperately to cope with the influx of sensation. Lips and a tongue were licking and sucking her neck, moving up towards her jaw. A soft tongue traced along her delicate ear. A large pair of hands was fondling her breasts, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples through her silky bra. Another pair of hands was squeezing her ass through her panties. She felt like she was going to explode from the myriad of sensations.

"How big are they, you sexy little bitch?" Tab's voice demanded.

"36-C," Tara gasped.

"Mmmm, nice," the voice purred.

Ronnie's hands moved into her the waistband of Tara's panties and the contact of her rough hands on Tara's smooth skin added another jolt to the confused woman's system. Tab was tonguing her ear and really working her tits over. She didn't even notice that Ronnie was pushing her panties down until the little scrap of silk was already falling down her legs to join her dress. Ronnie's hand pressed between her legs and cupped her pussy. Tara groaned and unconsciously spread her legs as much as her dress and panties would allow.

"Ohhhhh," She moaned when a long finger pressed between her lips and deep into her tunnel.

"Tight pussy," Ronnie commented. She began to forcefully thrust her finger in and out. Tara's hips soon matched her rhythm, pushing forward to meet her thrusting finger.

"I feel that tight little ass moving, you're loving that finger aren't you?" Tab hissed. When Tara didn't respond she pinched the girl's nipples hard.

"Don't you slut!" she demanded.

"Yessssssssssss," Tara hissed.

"That's a good little fuck toy. That's what you are, aren't you? Your just a little fuck toy for me and Ronnie to play with aren't you?"

Tara was shocked by the words. They were so mean, so dirty, but she was too far gone to feel anything other than a sharp spike of pleasure. She was shocked to realize the humiliation was turning her on even more than the hands and fingers.

Tab's hands left Tara's breasts for a moment to unhook her bra. Once it was undone she was standing there in just her garter-belt, stockings and heels. Tab's hands returned to her breasts and continued to expertly manipulate them. The little blonde felt her pussy clenching and unclenching. She was about to cum and a shuddering moan escaped her parted lips. The hands suddenly stopped all movement.

"Noooo," Tara whined and tried to move her hips, but Ronnie's finger slipped out of her hot pussy leaving her feeling terribly empty and wanting.

"You want some pussy?" Tab crooned in her ear. Tara didn't answer.

"Come on baby, tell mama you want some pussy," Her fingers were now lightly circling Tara's aching nipples. Ronnie's hands were stroking her hips, occasionally bumping her sopping pussy, but not enough. Tara realized the teasing could go on forever, there was only one way to end it and she knew what that was.

"You do don't you? Ask nicely and Ronnie will give you what your hot little pussy needs, Come on, ask mommy for some hot wet pussy," Tab whispered. For a brief moment Tara's pride fought, but it was lost in a whirlwind of arousal and a budding discovery of her submissive nature.

"Can I please have some pussy?" Tara asked in a little girl voice. She flushed with humiliation, but that very humiliation was a powerful aphrodisiac that was almost enough to make her cum by itself.

"Sure baby, there's plenty of hot creamy cunt for you," Tab said as her hands moved under Tara's arms and pulled her down onto her back. She felt the rough carpet of the elevator floor on her back and ass. For a brief moment there was nothing and the darkness and silence closed in on her with a vengeance. The spiraling fear and panic overwhelmed her arousal and threatened her sanity. Then she felt firm hands push her thighs apart. They lifted her legs until her feet were flat on the floor and drawn up, leaving her pussy exposed. Tara was grateful for the contact; she realized these two women were the only thing keeping her sane in the stygian darkness. She knew she would do anything to know she wasn't alone in the dark.

"How you want to work this," Ronnie's voice said. Tara could hear zippers coming down and cloth rustling.

"I don't know, lets ask her,"

"How 'bout it Tara?' Ronnie said gently.

"How about what? I don't understand," Tara whimpered.

"Who's pussy do you want to eat, and who do you want fucking you?"

Tara thought about her choices, she could just say stop it now, but if she did they might quit talking and touching her and she desperately needed that reassurance. She could do what they wanted, it meant having sex with them, but that didn't seem like such a bad thing. Or was that her fear talking? It was so hard to think. The inner conflict died as the two women waited for her to speak. The silence and darkness were too awful to face, Tara knew she would have to deal with the guilt later, but that was later, this was now.

"I...I want to eat Ronnie's pussy," Tara murmured, her cheeks burning with shame.

"You get all the breaks," Tab said.

"A little kindness goes a long way, you don't have to be such a bitch to be a top," Ronnie said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I think its just cause I'm so fucking ugly."

"All right sugar," a disembodied voice above her said. She felt the smooth skin of someone's legs on her ears. At the same time she was aware of someone moving between her legs.

She felt a heavy body settle between her legs. After some adjustment she felt Tab's kinky pubic hair pressed into her own soft, downy fuzz.

"Aww, come on and give the looser a break, at least wrap your legs around me and act like you want it," Tab said. Her voice carried a false bravado, but Tara realized that the big woman's feelings were hurt. Despite the awkwardness of the situation she suddenly felt like a terrible person. She wanted desperately to make it better. Tara was a kind and gentle soul and she couldn't stand to cause anyone pain. Tara mustered up her courage and spoke.

"I don't have to pretend, I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said in the sexiest voice she could manage, as she wrapped her long legs around Tab's waist and locked her legs at the small of the big woman's back.

"Really?" Tab asked. The hope and need for approval she heard in that voice made her feel like her heart was being ripped from her chest. It was almost childlike in it's need for affection. She felt Ronnie's hand on her cheek, gently stroking her skin. Somehow she knew that hand was giving her encouragement, she could almost feel Ronnie willing her to respond affirmatively. Tara felt a tear on her cheek.

"Yes, really," she said in a voice so quiet she wondered for a moment if the others had even heard it.

"Hear that Ronnie? She wants me! Baby, I'm going to fuck you like no one ever has before!" Tab crowed. The hand on her cheek moved to her shoulder and gave her an approving little squeeze.

"Now who gets all the breaks?"

"Hey, some of us just got it, what can ya do?" Tab said in a voice filled with happiness.

"You going to brag all night or give the poor girl a fucking?" Ronnie said. Her words sounded like their regular banter, but Tara could hear the smile behind them.

"You ready baby?" she asked Tara.

"Yes!" Tara said with far more enthusiasm than she felt. She was still not sure about this. Tab began to jog her hips back and forth. At first there was a delicious friction as their lips rubbed against each other. Soon their juices mingled and the friction dissolved into a smooth, incredibly pleasurable gliding. The woman's hips stroked up and down, the lips of her pussy sliding along Tara's slick lips. It was a sensation like nothing she had ever felt before and she quickly found her hips responding, moving with Tab's to keep the silky contact contiguous throughout the big woman's entire motion.

"God I wish I had my strap-on," Tab said. She was breathing heavily and her voice was thick with lust.

Tara let out a long moan and arched her back. Ronnie seemed to have been waiting for that because she chose that exact moment to let her knees slid outward and drop her pussy onto Tara's open lips. Her hands found Tara's bouncing tits and began to roll the stiff nipples.

Fire! Liquid fire burning through her veins. A massive contraction deep in her pussy followed by pulses of utter bliss. A thick, musky taste filling her mouth as she screamed into Ronnie's soaked pussy. Jagged bolts of pleasure coming from her nipples. Tara's hands dug reflexively at the carpet and her whole body shook.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, cum baby," Tab was chanting as her motions continued to deliver that unbearably intense pleasure.

Tara screamed again and her hands shot to Ronnie's hips, digging into the flesh. Her back arched higher and she felt her nails digging into Ronnie's soft skin. She was sure she was going to go insane, the pulses of pleasure were stronger than anything she had ever felt. Her mind seemed to be disintegrating, flying off in a thousand directions at once. She fought through the bursts of euphoria and tried to bring her thoughts into focus.

"Ahhhhhhh," Ronnie groaned and Tara's mouth was suddenly full of the thin woman's cream. Tara swallowed and began to lick wildly. It tasted like nothing she had ever had in her mouth and she just couldn't get enough. Ronnie responded to the unexpected stimulation by jogging her hips and soon she was riding Tara's face in a frenzy of need.

Tab was still rubbing herself frantically against Tara's quivering pussy. Tara suddenly tensed and cried out as another monster orgasm rocked her world. She suddenly went limp and Ronnie raised up off her face. Tara was panting, the strong soporific effect that she usually felt after an orgasm began to pervade her system as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing returned to normal.

"Damn, you're a hot little number," Tab panted.

"Natural born muff diver too," Ronnie said with an amused chuckle.

"You Okay, baby?" Tab asked.

"Mmmhmmm," Tara responded.

The two women crawled off her body and Tara curled up into a fetal position. Pleasant little after shocks were still coming from her pussy, but the darkness and silence were still there, even in the afterglow her panic began to assert itself once again. A hand griped her shoulder and rolled her back onto her back.

She was vaguely aware of her legs being parted and jumped when Ronnie's wet pussy bumped against hers. The tall woman's left leg was lying next to her and Ronnie's right leg was across Tara's body. Their pussies were pressed tightly together, but it was radically different from what she and Tab had been doing earlier. Ronnie's long fingers spread Tara's lips wide open and she adjusted herself so the contact was shockingly intimate. Tara moaned when Ronnie found just the right angle and began to jog her hips. It was slow, sensuous and languid. None of the urgency she had experienced with Tab was evident. She realized that Ronnie wasn't going to try to fuck her silly; the tall woman was using a terribly sensuous and distracting motion that was calculated to bring Tara off again and again.

Tara whimpered and tried to shift her body to ease the white- hot contact, but Ronnie's strong arms held her in place and the subtle, but maddening motion continued. She was vaguely aware of Tab moving somewhere nearby, but her mind was drawn back to her pussy and the soft motion that was driving her towards madness. Tara understood now how the two women were so successful at seductions. Tab was coarse, unrefined and simply elementally sexual. Ronnie was refined, gentle and very subtle. Tab could fuck a girl into oblivion, but Ronnie would orgasm her to insanity. Tara wondered how anyone the two went after could not end up addicted.

Tara began to moan as the sweet torture continued. She felt Tab's heavily muscled thighs as the big woman straddled her face. Tara was surprised to find she was anticipating licking the woman's pussy. If she tasted anything like Ronnie did, Tara knew she was going to love it. Tab's pussy settled onto her face and she felt the big woman's hands cover her breasts. Tab's pussy was wetter and fleshier than Ronnie's had been. The taste was altogether different, a kind of smoky and salty flavor that Tara didn't like at first. As her tongue glided over the silky inner folds of Tab's labia the flavor changed subtly, becoming sweeter and less salty.

Tara's tongue was moving across the soft flesh when she encountered something hard, she found her tongue playing with it and Tab began to groan. Ronnie was moaning too and Tara felt like she was about to explode. A single thought managed to penetrate her lust fogged brain and she knew she had found Tab's clit. The little blonde went wild, licking the small nub with total abandon.

"Oh fuck," Tab shouted in a horse voice and her hips went wild. Tara's mouth seemed to be filled with the flavor of the big woman's thick cream and she loved it. Her own orgasm burst up on her just as Ronnie moaned and came.

"How long we been here?" Tab asked.

"I don't know," Ronnie replied in a dreamy voice.

"Sounds like she's getting the hang of it," Tab said in an amused tone.

"Yeah, she's getting pretty...Oh!.. yeah, just like that baby," Ronnie groaned.

Tara felt Ronnie's long fingers grab her head and hold it right where she was. She had her tongue partially in the woman's tight canal, with it curled up and was undulating her tongue. She felt Ronnie's hips begin to jog and licked faster. Tara had lost all sense of time and reality in the continuing darkness. She knew Ronnie and Tab were both sitting with their backs to the back of the elevator. She had been alternately servicing the two of them for what seemed to be hours. She couldn't explain it, but she had to have the contact and words. The terrible darkness held no power over her as long as she wasn't alone.

Ronnie's body shuddered and Tara pushed her face down, she had come to know the signs and she wanted to be ready for the luxurious burst of girl cream that was just seconds away. She had heard of it before, but had never met anyone who claimed to be a squirter, but Ronnie was.

"Fuck," Ronnie moaned and bathed Tara's face in her sweet juices. Tara finished cleaning her and moved over between Tab's legs. She felt the big woman's hand on her head as it guided her down to the satiny haven between her stout thighs.

"Ever met a girl like this?" Tab asked as Tara's tongue burrowed into her still damp pussy.

"Like what?" Ronnie's voice asked.

"I dunno, I mean, well, before the lights went out she was little miss innocent, now she's been giving us both head for hours. What gives?"

"It's called an epiphany," Ronnie said chuckling.

"A what?"

"An epiphany. It means a sudden discovery of a cosmic truth, or some shit like that. Our little Tara has had one," Ronnie said.

"Oh, did you have an epi-fanny, or whatever-the-fuck darling?" Tab asked. The little blonde was to busy licking and sucking to reply.

"Sure she did," Ronnie said.

"What was it?" Tab asked. She sounded a little confused and whenever that happened she sounded angrier. Tara had discovered this too over the long hours. Tab felt more comfortable being mad than being unsure.

"She discovered she was put on this world for a purpose and her purpose is to eat pussy, isn't that right baby?" Ronnie said. Before Tara could respond the lights came on and the elevator started to descend.

"Fuck me running!" Tab exclaimed as they all made a mad scramble for their clothes. Tara had a fleeting impression of Tab's naked body and thickly furred pussy before she joined the mad dash. Tara found her dress in the center of the elevator and struggled into it, there was no time for her bra or panties, they were already at the fortieth floor and still descending rapidly. As the dress settled around her hips she snatched up the pretty blue bra and shoved it into her purse. She was frantically tugging the zipper up while she searched for her panties but they were nowhere to be seen. Ronnie had her blouse on and was buttoning it as quickly as she could and Tab was pulling her pants up. Tara grabbed Ronnie's blazer and helped her into it while Tab vehemently cursed the buttons on her uniform blouse.

When the elevator reached the ground floor the door slid open and Earl, the maintenance man was waiting for them. They all looked disheveled and Tara was blushing crimson. The old man looked them over and smiled.

"You girls all right?"

"Yeah, but it was hotter than hell in there," Ronnie said while fanning herself. Tara marveled at Ronnie's coolness and quick thinking. Obviously she mentioned the heat so Earl would have no questions about their relative states of dress and Ronnie could only be doing that to protect Tara.

"Imagine so, guess I'll go call the cops and let 'em know we don't need 'em no more," the old man said.

"Earl?" Tara called as he turned to walk away.

"Yeah?"

"Are they running late trains to get us home?" she asked. The old man snorted and laughed.

"They ain't running shit, Mrs. Pennington. Heard on the radio that they were trying to collect all the folks from up north at the Meadowlands, but a lot of streetlights are still out. I don't think you'll be seeing home tonight," he said, and then moved off towards the small office he had in the basement.

"Well shit," Tara exclaimed, embarrassing herself with the expletive.

"What ya gonna do girl?" Tab asked.

"I guess I can just sleep in my office, if you'll let me back in?" She said turning to Ronnie. Now that she could see and the terror of the dark was fading she found herself becoming more and more embarrassed by her actions in the elevator.

"I could, but why bother? Tab and I only live a few blocks away, why don't you just call your hubby and tell him you're staying with some girls from work?" Ronnie said and winked.

"Yeah!" Tab seconded.

"I don't know," Tara began, but Tab scooped her up in her arms and started towards the front doors.

"Tab!" she shouted, but she was also giggling. Tab was smiling at her and somehow she didn't seem menacing any longer. Tara found herself looking closely and was surprised to discover that Tab wasn't ugly. The red head's face hadn't changed Tara realized, but her perceptions had. Big, bad, mean, foul mouthed, nasty-minded Tab.it was all bullshit. This was a woman who wanted, even needed to be loved and appreciated. The big woman put her down once they were out on the muggy street and they began the long walk to their place.

"Michael?"

"Oh my god, Tara are you all right? I've been worried sick," her husband's relieved voice came over the phone. She was seated on the sofa at Ronnie & Tab's apartment. The two women were in their rooms, so she had privacy to place the call.

"I'm fine, was stuck in an elevator, but no harm done,"

"Thank god,"

"How are things there?"

"Power is still out, but the phones are working. How are you going to get home? Need me to come pick you up? I heard the trains aren't running," Michael said.

"I'm just going to stay here tonight," Tara said.

"Where?" Mike's voice came back. Tara could hear the suspicion in it. Mike was terribly jealous of her and very possessive.

"Over at Ronnie's," Tara said.

"The bull dyke?"

"She's not that bad. I was stuck in the elevator with her and Tab. I know I have said a lot of bad things about them, but they are really nice people once you get to know them,"

"I don't want you staying with no dykes, I'll come get you," he said resolutely. Tara wasn't sure about it herself, but the way he said it got her dander up.

"Oh, quit being silly, they aren't going to do anything to me I don't want. We need to change our attitudes, this is New York, not Peoria, they are just people and very nice people at that,"

"No, I forbid it," he said. She could almost see the pout on his face.

"What are you going to do? It's past eleven here, you won't get into the city until three in the morning. And that would put us home by what? Five? I wouldn't even have time to shower before you had to bring me back in," Tara said. Part of her wanted to take her husband up on it, but a stronger part of her wanted to stay.

"Get a hotel room then,"

"Oh for Christ's sakes. What? Do you think I am going to be seduced or something?"

"No, I just don't want you staying with that kind of person,"

"What kind of person?" Tara said angrily. That really wasn't fair and she knew it, until a few hours ago she thought of gays in the same way her husband did.

"You know...gays,"

"I'm not going to discuss this any further. I'm going to go take a shower and curl up on their sofa. I'll see you tomorrow," Tara said and hung up the phone. Clapping broke out and she turned to find Tab standing in the doorway to her room. She was naked and had a strap-on dildo around her hips. Tara froze and stared. This wasn't an elevator, it wasn't to hide from the terror, she was making a conscious decision here.

The big woman's body was a pale white color; it was obvious she got little sun. Her breasts were large and full, but sagged under their own weight. Her waist was thick and so were her hips, but her heavily muscled thighs were her most outstanding feature. They looked to be as thick as tree trunks and Tara shivered when she imagined the power they could deliver. The harness covered her pussy, but a forest of red curls was still visible. The dildo was a pinkish color, large and smooth with a funny curve near the tip.

Tab approached her and smiled. Tara smiled back uncertainly, she felt a little like bolting from the room and a lot like pulling her dress up. She felt her nipples hardening and her pussy lubricating in anticipation. The hours in the dark hell of the elevator had changed her. Perhaps Ronnie was right and she had experienced an epiphany. Tab's naked body turned her on more than her husband's ever had and the loving, but hungry look in the butch's eyes sent a shiver of pure desire through the small blonde. Tab didn't speak, she seemed to know instinctively now wasn't the time for words. She just picked Tara up in her arms and carried her to her bedroom.

The room was fairly spartan, but Tara had no time to really examine it because Tab laid her gently on the bed and fell on top of her. Tab began kissing her and it was wonderful. Somehow Tara lost track of time in the comforting safety of the big woman's arms. Her dress was gone, but she didn't remember it coming off and at some point Ronnie joined them on the big king sized bed. For a while there was a lot of kissing, touching and gentle caresses. Tara felt a joy she could never have imagined.

Now she lay on her back while both women stroked strap-on dildos and eyed her. Ronnie's body was lean and tight, her breasts just flat disks on her chest. The big black strap-on she wore didn't even look incongruous, save for the color. Her body was simply not very feminine, but that didn't make it less attractive to Tara.

"Who first?' Ronnie asked.

"Oh hell, why worry about it?" Tab said and smiled.

"All right, front or back?" Ronnie said.

"What?" Tara blurted out in alarm.

"Hush baby," Tab said.

"I'll take the back, unless you have any objections?" Ronnie said.

"Fine with me." Tab said and jumped on the bed. She caught Tara in her arms and pulled the smaller woman on top as she rolled over. Tara felt Tab's strong muscles and the long pink cock between their bodies. Tab reached down and caught the base and Tara knew what she wanted.

"Go ahead beautiful," Tab said with a twinkle in her eye. Tara and her husband only had sex in the missionary position, but she had heard of fem-superior. It wasn't lack of knowledge, or even unsurety about how to proceed that stopped her.

Up until this point there was a logical explanation for her actions that wouldn't force her to admit she was at least bi, if not gay. She had a phobia and people who had phobias often did uncharacteristic and even irrational things when confronted by their fears. Now there was no darkness, no silence and no excuses. If she didn't stop this now she was going to become a willing participant in lesbian sex. She wouldn't be mounting Tab's cock for security or to save her sanity, she would be doing it purely for the pleasure. She realized she anticipated pleasure, even though she had never tried this. Tab and Ronnie had taken her body to heights she had never dreamed possible and Tara wanted more of that. For at least ten of her twenty-six years she had thought of sex as a chore, something to be endured not enjoyed. She rarely masturbated because it was so shameful, but the most powerful orgasms she had given herself paled to insignificance compared to the ones she had experienced in the elevator.

Here, at the moment of truth, a good woman with strong conservative values faced an elemental woman with a frightening hunger for pleasure. The contest was short and the results weren't even close. Tara grasped the dildo and raised up on her knees until the plastic cock was directly beneath her. She brought it to her pussy and then slowly settled on it. She felt it pushing past her entrance and sliding into her silky cavern. The plastic was cool, but the sensation of being filled gave her the impression of a rising heat in her pussy. It was shaped oddly and when her golden triangle settled onto the black leather of Tab's harness she felt a strange sensation deep inside, something she had never felt before. Like it was pressing against a part of her that she never even knew she had.

Tab smiled and moved her big hands to Tara's hips. She began to undulate her hips, opening the gap between their bodies a few inches and then coming back together. The effect was to slowly fuck the pink dildo in and out of Tara's pussy. To the small blonde it felt incredible, somehow it was massaging something inside her that was building a strange tension in her body. She couldn't explain it, but she could feel it. Tab pulled her feet up until they were flat on the bed and used her lower body to fuck Tara with more power. Soon the petite blonde was moaning and begging for more like a trollop, but she didn't give a damn. The tension in her body was piling up and she felt like a coke bottle being shaken on a warm summer day. The pure pleasure was so astounding that she knew something had to give soon. When it did she nearly fainted.

One moment she was going mad with the strange tension and the next she was screaming and riding down hard on Tab's cock. Tara was experiencing her first g-spot orgasm and her life would never be the same. She felt a rush of something from her pussy and then a swirling escalation in the pleasure she felt that simply overloaded her head. Euphoria on a level she never dreamed of assaulted her so strongly that she would forever remember it and afterwards nothing else would compare in intensity, not even the pain of childbirth.

Tara was barely aware of Ronnie climbing onto the big bed. Her first real notice came when she felt the woman's long fingers prying her ass cheeks apart. She was still panting and her body was twitching. When she felt the head of Ronnie's strap-on pressed against her rose bud she yelped.

"No, please Ronnie, don't," she managed. The tall woman stopped and held still.

"Why not?" she asked.

"It's so..." Tara began, but she couldn't find the words. Tab stroked her hair and kissed her nose.

"Relax honey, you are going to love it," she said.

"But," Tara began, but Ronnie cut her off.

"Have we done anything so far you didn't enjoy?" Ronnie asked softly.

That stopped Tara in her tracks. Nothing the two butchs had done to her had felt anything other than wonderful. She had always thought of anal sex as perverse, but then again she felt the same way about oral sex. Now she knew that she loved eating pussy. If she had been so wrong there, wasn't it possible she was wrong about this too? she thought. Deciding to leave herself in the hands of her more experienced lovers she decided not to question them, but one thing did stand out. From whispered conversations she had always heard that anal hurt.

"Will it hurt?" she asked in a small voice.

"A little at first, but not much if you just relax. Trust us, you are going to be seeing stars and Aztec temples in a few minutes," Ronnie said. Tara nodded and tried to relax as Ronnie forced a slippery finger into her rectum. She probed carefully and made sure that she got plenty of the lubricant worked into Tara's tight ass before she withdrew her finger and brought her dildo to the puckered entrance.

Ronnie held Tara's hip with one hand and used the other to keep the black dildo online with its target. She used her hips to slowly increase the pressure, watching closely as first the tip and then millimeter by millimeter, the fat head sank into the girl's up-thrust bottom.

Tara groaned a she felt herself being lewdly stretched open. She already felt stuffed full, but each second brought more into her quivering ass. When the widest part of the head passed, about two inches sank into her in a rush. Tara groaned and gritted her teeth, but didn't cry out. She forced her body to relax and tried to breathe deeply. More and more of the fat cock sank into her and she felt it sliding against the still dildo in her pussy. It seemed like she was going to be split in half and for a brief moment she felt a surge of panic. Ronnie's hips bumping gently against her cheeks let her know she could relax even before Ronnie grunted.

"In,"

"How ya feel, baby?" Tab asked.

"Stuffed," Tara grunted.

Both women laughed and Ronnie began to withdraw her cock. Slowly she moved it in and out, building speed as Tara's body adjusted to the intruder. It did hurt at first, but after a while the sensation became mildly pleasurable. Tara was actually starting to enjoy it when Tab began to fuck her too.

"Ohhhhh, God," she cried. She could feel the two cocks scraping against each other through the thin membrane that separated her two tunnels. It feel incredible and soon she was humping back against Ronnie and down on Tab. It took her a while to get the motion down, the one that let her thrust back on both cocks but once she did something inside took over and she just went wild.

"I think she likes it," Tab said smiling.

"Yeah," Ronnie grunted as she drove into Tara.

Tara was unprepared for the orgasm that followed. It was simply too divine and she was too worn out. Sweet oblivion came in its wake.

Tara awoke to find herself alone in the big bed. She got up and stretched, feeling her muscles protest. Her pussy was sore, her ass was sore, her arms and legs were sore and.. God she felt wonderful!

She walked into the living room to find Ronnie sitting on the sofa reading the paper and Tab cooking breakfast. They were both still naked and Tara felt her pulse quicken. Ronnie looked up and smiled.

"Hello, sleepyhead," she said. The clock read nearly noon and Tara's face showed her displeasure. Another day off meant she would be totally out of sick leave.

"What's the matter?"

"I really wish you had woke me up, I can't miss anymore work," she said with a frown. Ronnie laughed and Tab joined her.

"Relax, sugar-panties, the office is closed today," Tab said from the kitchen. Tara breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Guess I had better call Mike then," she said.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and you have such a busy day ahead of you. Why not just leave him in the dark?" Ronnie said, laughing at her pun.

"Busy day?" Tara asked. Ronnie smiled, put down the paper and spread her long legs, revealing her beautiful pussy.

"Yeah, you're going to get fucked silly, all day long. Unless you have other plans?" she asked. Tara could only smile and shake her head.

"Good. Now come get your breakfast; every girl needs a good breakfast before she starts her day," Ronnie said. Tara moved quickly to the sofa and fell to her knees between Ronnie's legs.

"Don't get too full, you have seconds waiting on you," Tab said grinning. Tara looked at the two women who, until yesterday, had been so menacing. Now she saw them as two lovers who would make her cum all day long.

Every girl should be so lucky, she thought as she lowered her face to Ronnie's waiting pussy.

Finis