This is a work of fiction by Lisa Summers. It `s a story of lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal where you live, or if you're underage, then you must leave, though I will feel very, very sorry for you, because it's a very entertaining story.
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========== The Itch ==========
I felt overcome, as though I'd stepped into a riptide that swept me out to sea, to drown in, what? Or like a skier quietly schussing down a gentle slope, suddenly overturned by an avalanche of, again, what?
That was The Itch, when it hit me.
I had been married for 2 years and 3 months, exactly, to a very nice man, Robert. I could see our lives going along in a pleasantly quiet way, nothing remarkably exciting, but also nothing remarkably painful. My childhood had been marked by constant fights between my parents, until finally my parents split up, and nothing was ever really the same after that, for me. I wanted to avoid that again in my life.
One of the quiet, unremarkable things that we'd do, would be to go see a movie every week. One week I'd choose the movie, the next Robert would. That week he chose "Resident Evil." I rolled my eyes when Robert picked it out. It sounded like a slasher type horror movie, and I really preferred what Robert called "chick flicks." I've always been very feminine. I'm 5' 4" tall, weight (usually) 120 pounds, with 36C breasts, nice hips and ass, long, curly light blonde hair, a cute' face, and a generally perky nature. Robert calls me his little cheerleader'.
We've had a pretty good sex life. Nothing exciting, but Robert always makes sure I cum, and I really enjoy him eating my pussy, sometimes more than being fucked. Anyway, back to the movie. Sure enough, it was full of action and adventure and scary monsters, which, honestly makes me doze off. I noticed though, that one of the characters was a latina named `Rain.' She had some very interesting and alluring facial expressions as the movie went on, and I found myself watching the movie very closely when she was in a scene.
There was another female character, I didn't catch her name because I wasn't paying as much attention to her, but she was the lead, played by a pretty famous actress, and had blonde hair. I became more and more intrigued by the latina actress, and I felt like there was some kind of emotional communication occurring between the 2 female characters, but it was very subliminal. Still, it was intriguing and I watched their relationship develop. Finally, after a certain amount of unspoken tension had built up between them, the Anglo character, played by Milla Jehovah (I think), said something that absolutely floored me.
"I could kiss you, bitch!" she exclaimed after a dramatic moment in the movie, staring intently into `Rain's' eyes. I felt like that was just what was going to happen, and I thought my heart would leap out of my throat! Well, everything that happened in the movie after that was irrelevant to my experience, so I won't ruin the movie for anyone, but for the rest of the night, I was thinking about those 2 women, and what might have happened to them.
I visualized them melting into a warm embrace, capped by a passionate kiss, and sometimes I'd think of myself as the white bread' anglo girl, and that the latina woman would take me in her arms. That night, after the movie, Robert and I made love again, and I couldn't help but picture Rain' on top of me, and between my legs licking my wet pussy. "God, you're really wet, Jesse," Robert said. "Turned on by monsters?" I just pressed his mouth closer to my over sensitive cunt, and whispered quietly, "Lick me, Rain."
The actress playing Rain is named Michelle Rodriguez, and I visited a few web sites to look at her picture. She's really cute, but it wasn't her looks so much that had an effect on me, but the way she acted in the movie. Really aggressive, self-confident, masterful (missterful?), in control. Dominant, I guess.
Over time, I became more and more infatuated with the scenario of a dominant latina woman taking me in hand. It was like an itch that I just couldn't scratch, and I thought of it as "The Itch." Finally, it got to the point that I felt like I had to do something about it. I only wanted to have the experience, whatever it might be. I didn't want to change my life, or leave Robert, or anything like that. I knew that what I wanted would have to involve another woman, preferably latina, and that she'd have to want to be involved with a woman, mainly me. So, probably I should check out places where I could find a lesbian, or at least a bi girl or woman. I picked up a copy of the alternative weekly paper in my city, and in the personals section I could see there were a lot of women advertising for other women. I started looking at the `bi' section, because I was afraid of what lesbians might be like, since I didn't know any. Of course, I didn't think I knew any bi women either, but at least if they sometimes liked men, they'd be more like me, and so, less strange and unfamiliar.
But there, I ran into a problem. Every single ad from a bi woman, said something about a boyfriend or husband wanting to watch, or participate. I knew there was no way I wanted to involve somebody else's man, much less my own. I just wanted to meet a woman! So, I took a deep breath and checked out the `lesbian' section. I guess I was too picky there, too, because I rejected most of those, too. Finally, I was left with only one.
"It read, "Latina SF, 23, in search of WF or HF, 18-25, for conversation, friendship and possibly fun. Should like a woman with a mind of her own," and it gave a contact number. I read the ad over and over, trying to divine what each word by itself meant, then words in combination, then whole sentences, until I'd wrung as much meaning as I could from her words. I pictured her as being like Rain, and soon my itch became uncontrollable. I decided that I'd contact her, and see what developed. Her name was Mira, and in our brief initial telephone conversation, she sounded very nice.
We arranged to meet at a coffee house a few miles from my house, "The Daily Grind." I knew there was no chance that Robert, or anyone we knew would be there, so I wouldn't have to worry about being found out, and could just concentrate on The Itch. I arrived at the coffee house a few minutes early, and looking around, I didn't see any singles, so I took a table to wait. A few minutes after I got there, before the waitress came over, the door opened and in walked a beautiful, black-haired woman. She paused inside the door, and assessed each table in turn. When at long last her eyes reached me, she smiled, a lovely smile, and strode over to me.
"Jesse?" she questioned. I smiled back at her, and nodded my head, perhaps too enthusiastically. She pulled out the chair next to me at the table, and bending down, gave me a small, but lingering, peck on the cheek. "I'm so happy to see you at last. I've been picturing you from the description you gave, and you're even lovelier than you said."
"And so are you!" I gushed. She sat, then, and we ordered our coffee. Our conversation flowed naturally, and soon I was at ease, as though talking to an old friend. As we talked, I looked at her features. Her glossy black hair was her crowning feature. It was long, and curled where it lay on her shoulders in large waves, like a panther might curl lazily into a tree branch after making a conquest. Her eyes were black, and slightly almond shaped. Her skin was slightly olive colored, darker than mine, and her complexion was perfect, smooth and flawless.
Her nose was strong and straight, and her nostrils flared whenever she made an important point in conversation. Her lips were so, so, tempting. Full, moist and sensual. Her teeth were white, straight and even. Her chin was strong, but not large. Her breasts were breath-taking to me, they looked to be about 40DD, but firm and high. I realized at that moment, gradually, how easily I was drawn into considering another woman as a sexual partner, and weighing in her sex as an attractive factor in my relationship with her. I found myself thinking about how her legs, her thighs and calves, looked under her business-like skirt. How her panties must cling to her muscular buttocks. Wondering whether her nipples would show through her bra when she was excited. Wondering how much hair she had around her pussy, or if she might be shaved down there.
Whether her pussy became visibly wet when she was touched by another woman. Wondering what it was she most liked to do with a woman, and whether I would like it as much, or more. Whether she would like to do the things I would learn to do, and whether she would do them for me. I found myself getting wet between my legs, and I was glad that I'd worn a skirt, too. It wouldn't do to have a wet spot in the crotch of my pants, for all to see. Mira complimented me on my hair, which is cut short, to just covering my ears. She also told me that my blouse accented my blue eyes, and when she added, "it shows off your breasts so nicely," I blushed.
She said that she was 23 as her ad had claimed, a grad student at the University, and that she was looking for a woman who could be a friend, or something more, but not a long term relationship. I told her that I was 23 also, and confessed that I am married, but that I was curious about having a relationship with a special kind of woman.
She smiled, and looking directly into my eyes, said softly, "And what would make a woman special for you, Jesse?" I looked down, as I felt that her eyes were boring into my soul, and said, "I, I don't know for sure. I'd like a woman to show me what to do, to take charge of me, to let me just float and not be responsible. Is that pathetic, or what?" I blushed again.
"No, not at all," Mira said, taking my hands, which had been busy tearing up a napkin, in hers. Her hands felt warm and strong. "You'd like to be shown what no one ever took the time to teach you before." Apropos of nothing, she then said, "A woman is most beautiful when she's being made love to." She said that as though it were a statement of fact, that needed no further discussion. I found myself nodding absently, absorbed more in the feel of her skin against mine, and loving it. I worked up the courage to look again into the deep pool of her eyes, and found her gaze to be as warm as her hands.
"Let's go," she said simply, and not waiting for a response, began to rise. We both stood then, and I saw that she was about 5 inches taller than me. It felt comfortable. I looked down at her hips, and they looked so feminine and full.
"Uh, okay," I said. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my townhouse," she replied briskly. All this time, she didn't release my hand, and I felt a thrill that I was now holding hands with another woman, still a stranger to me. I hadn't done that since I was a little girl, but now it was all different. We walked out of the coffee house, and when we got to the door, she brought her arm around my back to open it for me, brushing her hand along my back.
"She's copping a feel!" I giggled to myself. I looked up at her and smiled, our faces briefly approaching, then reluctantly pulling away. We walked out, and it was then I felt her hand discreetly on my ass, guiding me in a particular direction. I didn't know if I should jump from her touch, or not make any reaction, or press back against her hand. I decided then that I should just respond as my body and heart wanted me to. I pressed back against her hand, and felt an electric thrill all through my lower body when she briefly, and gently squeezed my bottom.
"My car's over there. Did you lock yours?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak, and followed her over to her Lexus. She opened the passenger door for me, something no one, including Robert, had done in a long time. She got in on the driver's side, and as she started the car, she put on a pair of black leather driving gloves.
I said, "Those are beautiful gloves, Mira."
She smiled at me and said, "I adore the feel of leather, but only in small doses. By the way, if you're wondering how a grad student can afford a Lexus and a townhouse, my father's very rich, and very indulgent of his only daughter." I laughed, and let my head fall back against the headrest.
"You're very beautiful, Jesse," Mira said, taking her eyes off the road briefly. "I can't wait to see you become even more beautiful." That hit me in my pussy. The realization that Mira was going to make love to me, and that I would, what? I didn't know, but I knew that I would find out. I brushed my skirt over my thighs, as though to straighten out invisible wrinkles, but it actually was to discreetly brush across my clit, as the tension in my being was unbearable. Mira watched me, but didn't say anything.
We arrived at her townhouse, in a very nice part of town. I decided to wait in my seat after she parked. Mira came around and opened my door. As I rose up from the seat, Mira stayed stationary by the door pillar, so that my face came within inches of hers as I rose to a standing position. When I got to my standing height, her face moved closer to mine, but this time there was no pulling away. I felt her warm breath on my lips, and smelled the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume filling my nostrils, before I felt the touch of her soft lips against mine. Her lips perfectly molded to mine, and as I moaned from the unexpected pleasure of her taste and feel, her soft tongue quickly darted into my mouth, then just as quickly left.
I melted into her embrace as her arm went around my shoulders, both to support me and pull me hard against her. Her warm breasts crushed against mine, and I swam in the tide of passion that crashed over me. I felt as though she were surrounding me, and absorbing me, shocking me with little jolts of lightning she kept inside her, somewhere. I didn't want to leave her tender embrace, but, much too quickly she ended our brief kiss and our joining, and, taking my hand again, led me up the stairs to her front door, which was beautifully oaken, with a wreath of dried herbs and flowers centered in the full, leaded glass insert. I could smell a faint scent of heather.
She unlocked the door, and pulled me in behind her. Slamming the door shut, she pressed her body against me, pinning me against the glass of the door. She pressed her lips against mine again, and this time, when her tongue penetrated past my submissive lips into my mouth, it stayed there, caressing my gums, teeth and tongue with hers. Her hands went to my beautiful blue silk blouse, and she quickly unbuttoned my blouse, working her way down in record time. With my blouse open, her hands went to my breasts, encased inside my bra, kneading and caressing them through the satiny fabric.
My nipples were hard and erect, and her pinching them, I knew, if anything, would make them harder. So, I moaned into her mouth, "Pinch my nipples, baby, pinch me hard. I want to feel you on me." I was shocked that these words were coming out of my mouth, but she was in total control of me. I felt like she had projected them into my brain, except that it was my pussy that was doing the thinking now. Mira lifted up my bra over my breasts, so that my firm tits were now in her warm, smooth hands. She returned to pinching my pink nipples, and leaned over to suck one into her mouth.
I loved the tongue bath she was giving my hard, almost painful nipples, and my hand on the back of her head pressed her harder and closer onto my breasts. While her mouth was alternately sucking and then blowing on each of my full breasts, she reached around behind me to unfasten my bra, which soon dropped to the floor. Mira then reached up and pulled my blouse halfway off my shoulders, and began kissing and licking my smooth, creamy shoulders, while her hands both cupped, then caressed my round ass cheeks through the fabric of my skirt. My blouse fluttered to the floor. Mira didn't slow down one bit, as her hands slid inside the waistband of my skirt and my panties, to cup my ass, her hands directly against my skin.
I'd never felt anything so exciting in my whole life. Another woman's hands caressing my most private areas, and there was no doubt that Mira was going to fuck me, one way or another. All I could do was help her to fuck me. I moved away from the door a few inches, hoping that she would pull down my skirt. Mira quickly took the hint, and my skirt lay on the floor near my bra. Now I was clad only in my white satin panties. Mira's hand invaded the front of my panties, and her middle finger gently stroked my sopping wet cunt. I moaned in her ear, "Please, Mira, fuck me with your big, hard finger. Please, baby."
Mira thrust her finger into my hole, making me cum in large, gasping shudders. She stroked the tip of her finger across my sensitive clitoris, making me cum again, and again, and finally, again. I slumped against Mira's strong arm, as she slowed her stroking, and she directed her wet finger to my pussy lips, around and around. She slowly slid my panties off my smooth, round ass cheeks, and the panties ended up inside my skirt on the floor. She pushed me hard, then, against the door again and I gasped. Her finger slid again, this time more slowly, up inside me, teasing and torturing me.
I gasped again, this time in shock, when we heard a knocking at the door.
"Mailman, got a registered letter," a voice shouted from the other side of the glass.
Mira acted as though she hadn't heard. Her finger still stroked in and out of my cunt, and though the presence of the mailman on the other side of the door certainly distracted me, I gasped and moaned, and writhed against the glass of the door.
"Mira, don't, there's a -" I started to say, but her thumb rubbing against my hard clit caused my words to turn to babbling. I can only imagine what the mailman thought, with the clear sounds of a woman in sexual ecstasy and her body squirming against the glass right in front of him. I'm sure he could clearly see my naked body through the cloudy glass, so it's not too surprising that he put it together.
"Uhh, I guess you're, uh, busy, so I'll just, uh, bring it over tomorrow," he said through the door. I could hear him chuckling as he walked away. I didn't really care, I just wanted to feel more of Mira on me. Mira got on her knees in front of me, and then the real ecstasy started for me. She used her hands to separate my vaginal lips, and then brought her hot mouth to my pussy. It felt as though her tongue was at least two feet long, and powered by a vibrating engine. Alternating between sliding her tongue deep inside my dripping pussy, and stroking it hard and fast across my clit, I came countless times. When she slid one finger inside my tight ass hole while licking me, she started a whole new round of cumming. Honestly, I believe I came dozens of time against Mira's front door.
Mira then got back on her feet, and bringing her mouth to my ear, whispered, "How was that baby, did you enjoy it?" I giggled weakly, and licked her ear, then whispered, "Yes, sweetheart, that was the nicest fuck I've ever had."
Mira stepped back to look at me, smirked, and said, "You haven't been fucked yet, baby. That was just foreplay." With that, she took my hand again and led me to her bedroom. She led me to the king size bed, and lay me down, naked on top of the rose floral comforter covering it. I lay back, and looked up at Mira. She stepped into the middle of the room, and began stripping for me. She slowly took off her blouse, cupping and caressing her breasts as she'd done mine. She unsnapped the front snap on her bra, and released her full, lush breasts from their fabric prison, pinching her nipples. I, too, found my hands on my breasts, mimicking her actions on myself.
Mira unsnapped the waistband on her skirt, and when it dropped to the floor, I saw she was wearing only panties, in an unfamiliar fabric. A light yellow in color, they weren't frilly or lacy as I'd expected. She ran her fingers along the crotch of the panties, and when she lifted up the fabric between her thigh and her pussy, right where she'd have a bikini cut, I saw a little trickle of liquid run out the panty opening. She scooped it up with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I sniffed it, and didn't recognize the aroma. Then it struck me, it was Mira's lubricant. Her fucking me had made her wet, and cum too.
I opened my mouth, and Mira slid her cum covered finger into my mouth. I sucked at it, loving the new taste. Then Mira climbed up fully on the bed, and brought her legs to either side of my head, her crotch within inches of my mouth. It was then that I could see that the fabric of her panties was leather, a soft, supple leather. Mira slowly pressed her leather covered pussy against my mouth. I sucked against the leather, but I couldn't get anything that way, so I moved my head to the side, and nosed over the leather to reveal Mira's beautiful pink slit for the first time.
Not sure of the right things to do, I simply thrust my tongue into her slit. Mira began moving up and down on my tongue, as though it were a cock. "Oh, that's it baby, you can fuck your lover. Stick that nice tongue up me, lick up my cum, baby, lick me." Her movements began to speed up, faster and faster, until Mira was humping herself hard against my mouth and nose. I didn't mind, I loved the feel, taste and smell of her feminine liquids, flavored by the heat of her body and trapped by the leather for hours while she had teased me. Finally, she gave a gasp, and then slowed to a stop.
She slithered down the bed, until we were in each other's arms again, kissing deeply and passionately. We both dropped off to sleep for a little while, then I woke up to find Mira licking and nipping at my nipples again. I smiled down at her, and stroked her hair. She looked up at me, and smiled back. "That was something special, Jesse."
I didn't know for sure what she meant, so I didn't say anything. Mira said, "I'd like to really make love to you now, baby. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, sweetheart, you can do anything you want," I said, and I meant it. This beautiful latina goddess could do anything she wanted with me, or to me. Mira got off the bed, and walked over to her dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out something I'd heard of, but never seen. A strap on dildo, about 9 inches or so long. It looked a LOT bigger than Robert's dick, and I wasn't sure if I could take it, but I trusted Mira implicitly. She stood in the middle of the room, and kind of poked it at me, playfully threatening me with it, then began shimmying off her tight leather panties. She slid them down her legs, and placed them on the edge of the bed. I pulled the moist panties to me, and brought them to my nose, inhaling her luscious fragrance, different on the seat than on the piece where her crotch had rested, but both aromas so delightful.
Mira twirled around, to show me her beautiful, strong womanly body, now completely naked. I thought that, looking at her ass, and remembering that aroma, that I'd like to get closer to her there, but she strapped on the dildo instead. Mira looked, well, different. Clearly a woman with generous curves, but a huge dick sticking out in front of her, I giggled. With a mock stern look, she crawled up from the edge of the bed, between my legs, which I spread invitingly. I wanted to feel Mira deep inside me.
She pressed her hips against mine, and I raised my legs up so that she could slip inside. I hoped she'd do it gently. She did, and soon Mira had her cock deep inside my pussy, far deeper than Robert had ever been, and filling me completely. Pushing in hard, then pulling out slowly, she teased me. Every time her hips contacted mine, I felt a hard tingle through my clit, as the strap on rubbed against my nubbin. Soon she was fucking me faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me Mira, fuck me hard! Stick your dick inside me, fuck me hard! I love you, fuck me baby!" I looked down at my breasts, which were flushed with my passionate feelings, and knew that my face looked the same.
I came again, several times. Mira lay against me for a few minutes, then whispered, "I want you to lay on top of me and fuck yourself on my cock, okay baby?" I nodded, without speaking, and we reversed position so that Mira was laying on her back and I was squatting over her erect cock. I slowly lowered myself on it until it had slid all the way up inside my bruised pussy. Then I lifted myself up, and slid down, again and again, fucking myself on Mira's hard, beautiful girl cock. I came, once, then lay on top of Mira, with each part of our bodies touching the other's. My thighs against hers, my feet against hers, our stomachs touching, our breasts nestling against the other's, and sweetest of all, our lips gently nuzzling each other's.
"Do you trust me, baby?" Mira asked again, and I nodded yes.
"Forever and ever, darling," I replied. It was then that I felt someone else climb up on the bed, between Mira's legs and mine. I tried to look around, but Mira brought her lips to mine, and impaled my mouth on her sweet tongue. I felt the brush of long, soft hair against my back, and, with Mira's cock still buried deep inside my limp pussy, I felt a smaller cock entering my rear hole. Whoever it was, was incredibly gentle, and the cock slowly worked its way in and out of my virgin ass hole, going deeper and deeper each time. The only thing that had ever been up inside my ass before this, had been Mira's long slim finger a few hours before.
Soon sensations were registering all over my body, as the tension caused by a cock inside my warm ass built up into a tidal wave of passion. I could feel Mira's tongue on mine, her breasts and hard nipples rubbing against my equally hard nipples, I could feel Mira's hard dick still gently fucking me as our hips moved imperceptibly. I could feel my second lover's hair brushing against my sensitive back, as he? She? Stroked in and out of my back hole, and I could feel the remarkable sensations the cock was producing in my ass.
"How's that baby, do you like being fucked in the ass?" I heard a soft feminine voice say behind me. So, at least I knew I was being fucked by another woman, a pleasure that I found to be almost limitless.
"Yes, please fuck me in the ass. I love feeling your cock inside me there, while I'm being fucked in my slut pussy. Please fuck my holes, I want to be your slut, I want your cum!" I knew it couldn't possibly be me saying such depraved things, but I was concentrating on cumming once again, and I didn't mind at all being slutty to do it. I felt the woman behind me speeding up her stroking of my ass, and her movements caused my pussy to fuck against Mira's cock too.
All at once the three of us were thrashing around as jolts of electricity coursed through our pussies, and clits and asses, and we were overwhelmed by what was for me, the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. We all slumped in a pile, then I eased myself off Mira's cock, my curiosity overcoming me. The woman behind me was a very cute, totally feminine looking, totally naked honey blonde, about my age. She grinned at me and said, "Hi, I'm Donna. I'm Mira's house mate." I didn't know what to say, so I just grinned back and kissed her.
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