The only problem is, this is ”not” the Twilight Zone …and it is now many years later.

Introduction

The drizzly late innings of a one run ballgame night, dragged through the windy corridors of time with nothing moving outside but wet, pregnant, gray clouds lumbering across the darkened sky.  Codified in the crackling low fire’s mantle of soft warmth from the next room lay Christobel.  Her yet firm breasts heaving a fierce, erect nipple, decrescendo from a very long, deeply yearning, masturbation session, and with any vestige of modesty long decayed into stardust, the sheets lay crumpled, sticky wet with woman nectar, beneath her.  They were clinging glued to her butt cheeks by female fuck cum.  The large bed, but a stage for the sole expressions of womanhood, where sleep only rode on the tail of an endless stream of orgasms.  A singular female aroma mingled pungently with diverse female aromas which clung to the walls like cigarette smoke, packed thickly, in layer after layer of scripted thespian encounters surreal.

The slippery girth of a female cum stained, monster dildo, lay wet against her acing thigh.  Leg muscles so young and firm only hours ago, now wasted tentacles, splayed out in lewd, spent, disregard.  Her womanhood, gaping cavernous, burned rivulets of nervous twitches, completely unable to contract,  as it jolted spasmodically, with both pussy lips, talking in turn about the magnificent, unnerving, violation that just took place.  In a few more days her labia would close enough to look almost normal again, but for now, the naughty wind shall whisper secret messages inside her mutilated womb.  Messages she once almost religiously, diluted herself into believing were, the true essence of romance, danced on now in Shiva’s numb concession.  Non-specific Sapphic love in unbridled fire, seemingly unquenchable, met by vicious fists and all manner of toys impaling her relentlessly, left all physical sensation to fade into nothingness slowly over the years.  What used to make her cum so hard, so quickly, once she learned how to cum, is only a prelude to what she needs to reach the slightest plateau of satisfaction now.

Hot Soaked Chicken Feathers

Her sex life started out experimenting with boys and feeling so awkward she just plummeted into lesbianism in an innocent, natural, manner.  Or at least that’s how she thought it all began.  The pretentiously ominous, sinister side of it all, was something her joyous, adventuresome, spirit never perceived.  She  became sexually active when she was in her teens.

She loved telling her best friend in the whole, wide, world all about her encounters with boys and it made them both so hot they discovered that sex of any kind was tremendous.  On a Saturday night sleep over, she sat on the bed with Suzi watching a sit-comm on television.  Suzi was an Asian girl with long flowing dark hair that shown brilliant, in even the lowest lighting.  It shimmered so elegantly with each of the girl’s graceful movements.  If there was something, anything, Suzi ever did in an awkward and clumsy manner, there was no Peeping Tom to her Lady Godiva ride through life, to tell of it. 

Suzi had the sweetest dark almond eyes which melted everyone that her gaze softly, coyly, dominated.  Her engaging little turned up nose never made her appear “stuck up” like many other girls with such dainty noses seem.  She was just so down to earth her natural essence exude the supernatural.  And those tender full lips were just made for the ten thousand different sex acts, with that cute, little, pink, tongue so controlled in even it’s slightest activity.  When she spoke people watched her form words which flickered a fascinating, succinct, harmonious, tone and resound in their ears, as if they were being treated to a delightful opus from a Master Composer.  Her breasts were already as substantial as any other “normal” girl in school and the magnificent, succulent, nipples stood soooo inviting, surrounded by dark areola that matched her breast size and complexion perfectly. They were dark and passionate but not as dark as many Asian girls finer erogenous features.  She was very self conscious of her nipples as they gave her feelings away in an instant.  Those energetic, beautiful, rosebuds betrayed her so often, she was constantly made to feel ashamed of her naughty nature and even the older male teachers in school ogled her in overt ways that might have gotten them fired had she been a prick teasing bitch.   Whenever she rose above the humiliation and stopped cringing, as she blushed each time her nipples flew out to their full erectness, she could drive any male of the species wild, and much to her surprise so many of the females she couldn’t believe there were that many bi and lesbian girls.  Her diffident presence and that “Rush to Blush” habit, just made her so adorable and vulnerable that they must have written the song which states, “Everybody wants You” just for her, at least that line of it anyway.  She did learn to use those compelling flesh barometers as sexual magnets, and did finally relish the idea that everybody always thought that Asian women were kinky.  That image was something she felt she had to learn to live up too, in fact she wanted to live up to it.  Curious, eager, sweet Suzi.   It was so much fun for her to play with the naughty essence in life, to dance with, and portray, the fabled capricious, love, Goddess herself, was such an immense turn-on.  Her rib cage even had a definite sexy feminine quality as taut flesh drew across it and show delicate bone structure, especially when she breathed deeply.  Her little waist and flaring hips were the very cradle of sexuality itself, as the dual crescent lines of her hips filled the form of human existence so perfectly, it would astound a Holy Mystic on a mountaintop.  Christobel had no idea what Suzi’s womanhood looked like, but she would soon find out, as she knew that Suzi didn’t think there was anything wrong with revealing a little of her moist valley to guys from time to time.  Surely modeling her sex for girls would soon follow.  And she was always talking about “up-skirt flirts.” Plus she was curious about everything sexual in nature.

They sat in a school girl cuddle on Suzi’s bed that night long ago, amid her stuffed animals  giggling at the television, with a silk Chinese comforter keeping them toasty warm, when Suzi inquired how Christo’s date went with Thomas the night before.  Her inquiry instantly became the guarded formula to a prideful mixologist in the girls ensuing interaction for some time to come.  “I really didn’t have that good a time,”  was her matter of fact answer.  “Why not,” asked Suzi adding, “From the tent pole in his jeans he looks like he has a nice big fat love stick.”  Christobel noticed how quickly Suzi got to the topic of sex, just there, and something inside smiled at this horny little hottie because she needed to discuss, and explore it herself.  Suzi knew all the words, but she didn’t have very much experience at all.  Christo’s voice trailed off saying, ‘”Oh he does, but I was just uncomfortable.  I guess it was sexual tension I couldn’t deal with yet.  I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was.  I was just horny.”  Hearing her reply Suzi started feeling her body becoming electrified and the television set became noise in the background, a refuge to run to, if things got out of control.  “What happened,” she asked? 

Christobel drew a soft long breath and began to relate the occurrence.  She noticed that Suzi’s little pokies were already starting to push her cotton T-shirt out, as she plied, “Well … we … uh … we went to the movies … and … he was acting all Gallant and Chivalrous, … and … I really liked it.  That  was like, I truly was something special to him, and it made me feel pretty good, so after the movie began I actually welcomed his arm around me.  I started getting excited about how we looked sitting there together, so I put my hand on his knee.  Oh God, when I did that, it made my heart race so fast, because I had the nastiest thought of moving it up slowly and playing with his dick, right there in the theater, in front of everybody, until he couldn’t stand it anymore!  Then I thought I might even jack it off for him.”

Suzi’s eyes grew wide and her nipples were protruding so invitingly.  The excitement written all over her tender face made Christobel want to tell her everything, just to see her all hot and bothered.  Suzi had this special kind of sexual glow that made her more appealing than other people somehow.  Getting her hot was working so she continued.  “Well a little later he started rubbing my shoulder and his hand kept roaming further and further so I did the same thing.  I let my hand creep up his leg and go lower and lower on the inside of it.”  She could tell that Suzi was moving her hand on her own leg under the comforter, but it puzzled her that Suzi wasn’t blushing as much as she usually did.  “He pushed me forward so he could rub my back and I almost died when he put his hand under my top.  The feeling of another person touching you under your clothes is so cool, but in public it’s scary.”  She deliberately stopped to illicit a response from Suzi who had let her hand wander up to begin slight caresses of her soft, pulsating, vulva beneath the covers.  Breathlessly Suzi plead one long sustained, “and.”  “And He unfastened my bra, and it was like a thousand pounds lifted off of me, but right then I felt that pain, ya know,  right in the pit of my stomach, and it hurt more than I ever thought it could.  Then it took forever for him to reach around and touch my boobie but ohhhh, it was worth the wait.  That felt so good to have someone else touch my breast, but I was so uncertain about everything.  I didn’t want to get caught doing it in a theater and I didn’t know if I could stop him without making a scene.  It felt wild and unpredictable.”  Suzi only groaned as her pokies were now fully extended and Christobel could not only clearly see the young girl’s gorgeous nipples outlined in white cotton that made her succulent flesh look so tanned, with opaque sensory, depth, she could also smell the ambrosia she would crave for the rest of her life, starting to force it’s way up through the thick barricade.  Suzi was definitely working her pussy.  The bulge her hand made in it’s hiding place at the center of her being went round and round in a circle that burned recognition into Christobel’s young mind.  She knew exactly what Suzi was doing, even if she couldn’t actually see a thing, and that knowledge gave her a worldly feeling of confidence.  “He took my nipple in between his rough fingers and I got soooo sticky down there right then, even if it felt more like he was groping me than being sensitive, at all.” 

Christobel delighted in constructing the tale more than living the occurrence, with her eyes casting themselves down to Suzi’ s ministrations.  She also knew with certainty that Suzi could tell what she was looking at, and Suzi didn’t withdraw or even flinch.  “When he started rolling it around and pinching it that made a thousand pins, jab me all over, and it spread out from my booby and went all the way through me, even to my toes.  My insides were aching soooo much, I didn’t want to sit still but had too”  Chrsitobel was getting as hot as she ever had been, telling this to Suzi while consuming the girl’s sex with her lustful eyes, and she felt so thankful when Suzi asked, “How did he do it?  Show me.”  Christo had no fear at this point.  The young girl truly wanted to roll Suzi’s “love magnets” in her own delicate fingers to show her, exactly, how it felt.  She relented though, thinking that would be too forward, so she slowly lifted her trembling hand to her own heaving breast.  She grasp her nipple between two fingers.  Pulled it out gently, and rolled the tip through her silk top ever so slowly, while her eyes openly consumed Suzi’s beautiful globes.  “Just like this,” Christo reported with the softest sexiest voice she’d ever heard come from her dry throat. 

“I don’t know what made me do it, but that’s when I just had to feel that big hard dick,” is how Christobel finally continued.  “I moved my hand up so slowly and I was shaking like a leaf.”  An extremely overpowering urge hit Christo’s mind and she didn’t question where it came from, and now shaking like a leaf again she glanced into Suzi’s eyes and down at the comforter and darted back to her eyes and slowly, back down as she pulled the comforter off them both a fraction of a millimeter at a time.  Suzi looked down too, just as the sliding silk provided no more stimulation on just as silky, smooth a pair of nubile bodies.  The  comforter no longer shielded them from the full scent now hanging like a billowing nimbus increasing the space inside the whole room while the walls shrank in dimension.  The down filled  comforter didn’t offer any more concealment, yet, as their hearts leapt, neither girl backed down or stopped what they were doing, and Christobel watched with rapt attention as Suzi slipped her finger fully into her slippery vagina and withdrew it as she looked in Christobel’s eyes and through them into her soul.  Christobel didn’t really understand why her lips were so dry, but she now devoured the full cherry, red, blush on Suzi’s face, as she licked and moistened her lips as slowly, seductively and carefully as she could.  The tiniest little sound was coming from inside Suzi’s panties as her finger slithered in to explore and relish yet another part of her sweet, gushing, womb.  Suzi’s leg muscles ached in a delightful tremor but she had no intention of stopping.  She tore her attention from Chrsitobel’s lustful face down to her fingers the second they started moving.  Christo still looking into the gorgeous little Asians deep pools of intelligence, traced down her own exhilarated body and across the top of her soaking wet panties and then slowly caught the spongy elastic to lift it from her tight abdomen.  Suzi’s eyes glinted in delight as Christobel pushed her fingers down through her pubes and tickling her mon as she went.  Tiny little goose bumps flared across her firm, pear shaped, bugger puppies, and on through her torso as she found her way to that sopping wet wishing well.  She drew a clinching breath as her nails scraped across her clitty hood and seeing that, Suzi understood exactly what she was feeling and it turned her on even more.  One more second and she would surely burst.  They both felt so hot that the air in the room chilled them, but in such a delightful way.  Christo’s mind rolled and turned in a shower of sensation as she pushed her finger into resistant muscles that soon willingly gave way to the raw feeling, and her body flinched from the cerebral-spinal fluid’s increase, as a single longing finger found itself fully home in her herbal pantry.  After an eternity of eyes searching eyes and hearts exploring uncharted territory while Christo matched the strokes into herself with Suzi’s own, the ravenous inclination to do more took control.

“I let my fingers dance on top it at first just like this,” Christobel leveled as she now finally reached to actually touch Suzi with her other hand.  She tapped her nails on the inner edge of Suzi’s knee, in a secret rhythmic cadence, she had no idea she even knew.  The sensation of being touched by someone else while so aroused and masturbating, sent shockwaves through Suzi starting in the bottomless pool of girlie cum building deep inside her womanhood and charging out in all directions.  Her sensations were so strong that Christobel could feel those same shockwaves pounding on her aura.  Sub-consciously she screamed, “Oh God! Yes Come in, come in! Please!”  She instinctively knew how to ride those waves and now felt so confident doing that.  Her voice turned even sweeter and she projected it into Suzi looking for the place that the delicious tension would eventually find full release.  Suzi was now blatantly stroking her pussy right in front of Christobel and both of them knew inside they wanted to cum together.  Neither cared how.  Suzi felt a deep fountain spring to life as she heard Christo enunciating carefully (just as she always did), “Then I  slowly wrapped my fingers around that huge, pulsating, cock.”  It felt so good to say cock to Suzi that she knew when she got to talking dirty about anything female she would be soaking the carpet!  She stopped looking into Suzi’s eyes and concentrated on her nipples heaving in a mantra so enticing.  That T-shirt just had come off!  But how?  With her mind a bit clouded she wrapped her fingers around the soft inside of Suzi’s leg and made sure each nail drug deliberately through that gossamer flesh to the scared ching lo below the surface, filled with spirit fire.  When she squeezed with measured force Suzi was soaking her panties completely.  Christobel’s aesthetic esteem for so beautiful a sight as Suzi, all aglow with pent up sexual energy in sopping wet panties and her responding to it all, this way, was immeasurable.

As young Christo explained about the pre-cum that she could feel and smell, on His pants and how deliriously hot and hard that thick pole was, she began to cum herself.  She glorified the bulbous head and just how good knowing it would soon be deep inside her virgin pussy, raking out all her juices, felt.  She sat there panting, with shivers running up and down her spine at the thought of her best friend’s titillation.  Her voice began to soften to nearly a whisper, a slow, gravelish, feline sound.  Suzi reached for the remote because she didn’t need, or want, the noise protecting her any more.  She could feel a driving desire to engulf Christobel’s entire body with her now empty pussy and it felt so good, she couldn’t think of anything else.  She needed every part of Christo deep inside her, entirely inside her, with their minds completely together, and their hearts pounding in exactly the same place.  As she stretched that T-shirt material hard against her breast grabbing the remote, the outline was splendid and it was surprising to Christobel that Suzi actually had such large beautiful breasts, formed so round and full.  She never really noticed how big they were before, as Suzi hid them behind loose clothing and jackets or sweaters all the time.  They stuck out directly in front of her like a perfectly carved statue while Christo’s were more conical and they aimed out to each side of her.  Suzi had natural cleavage and Christol adored her breasts more than envied them.  She needed to consume them.  To feel them glide all over her body and through all her most private, vibrant, moistures.

When the television did it’s nose dive implosion Christobel tested the water, “It’s hot in here isn’t it? “  Suzi just smiled and nodded slowly keeping her eyes on Christo’s lecherous face as she began to stroke her sweet slit.  Christobel was transfixed and bedazzled by Suzi’s sexy, erect, nipples. She couldn’t take her eyes off them and as long as Suzi made no remonstration she wasn’t going too!  The most intense desire and strongest drive was compelling her to lift her hand directly to them, to touch them, squeeze them, and to roll them in her sweaty, cum soaked, palms.  Suzi was loving this and she took it all in with a sense of awe.  Her best friend was worshipping her breasts and that made her feel good in a way nobody else ever had.  Christobel’s hand slipped from her burning, tight, wetness and began to levitate beyond her control, but she managed to turn it into a gesture with the dripping cum making LSD trails in  the air.  Finally, she stammered out, “Oh Suzi … Those nipples ….”  She trailed off in meek surrender so Suzi took the initiative. 

“ I hate my nipples!” Suzi pouted.  “How could you say that,” asked Christobel?  She locked her gaze into Suzi as hard and as far as her spirit could manage, adding, “They’re so beautiful.  So much sexier than mine.”  Suzi swelled with pride and anticipation, knowing where this was going and loving every breath of it.  They curled the slippery fingers that were just inside each of them together and ever so slowly let them slip away from that slight embrace.  They were both still too afraid to taste their combined essence but something inside made Christo yearn to do just that.

Suzi reached out and let her fingers scan the hem of Christo’s silk top as she lifted it slightly and nervously put it back down more than once.  It was making both their desirous hearts ache so badly.  When Christo couldn’t stand it for another second she began to lift her arms so Suzi could remove her top and that was all Suzi needed.  She pulled the silk top off of Christo like she was taking the paper off a delicious candy bar not wanting to waste a single morsel of the sugary concoction within.  Christobel held her arms over herself, in her hair, for a second, arching her back for this lovely creature and then let her arms drop limply in front of her.  She straightened her back and thrust her breasts out for Suzi to see how they really looked and she desperately needed her to like what she saw, so she did this just as she modeled herself before all the mirrors at home.  Her nipples pounded blood into them so hard she thought she’d start lactating any second.  “Oh Christo they’re beautiful,” Suzi’s hypnotic voice calmed and excited Christo as the same time.  Courage built so magnificent a profile that Christo reeled up as she leaned  forward, to reach that God Damn T-shirt on Suzi and get it out of the way.  When she leaned in, Suzi caught her by surprise and kissed her directly on the lips.  The kiss almost immediately flew past tentative and headed toward passion like a train stuck on full throttle.  One of Suzi’s hands reached around Christobel’s neck and nestled in her soft hair as she pulled the girl into her longingly and the other hand found it’s way to Christobel’s smaller breast but almost equally engorged emerald poised at the tip.  In such a hurried fashion, Christobel regretted afterwards, she pulled at the girl’s T-shirt and fought it off her.  They both laughed as they toppled down onto the bed and nuzzled closer than she had ever felt with any female before.  Her legs were suddenly alive with sensation as Suzi glided her own velvet appendages along her’s.  Christo had forgotten her legs altogether as her mind was frozen on those succulent breasts and those gloriously juicy huge zeniths that stood up into the sky like fiery, female pagan, Goddess’s. 

As Suzi followed the siren’s voices singing from Christo’s entreating eyes and drew her leg across Christo’s nearest leg to try and turn sideways for her,  Christo found another part of her body screaming out for completion.  The divine sensation from Suzi forcing her sleek leg between Christo’s caused a fluid thrust that ushered forth like an atomic bomb blast in her toes and traveled headlong to her center.  As Suzi put her arm over Chirsto to pull herself into the right position it rested right across both of Christo’s exposed passion globes and bear down on them just like Thomas’s whole chest and all his weight did just the night before while his big, barber pole, was squirting his sweet fuck juice deep inside her uterus.  But this was more, … more … pleasant … and exhilarating.  The sensation flowed like two blunt instruments were attacking her breasts simultaneously and smashed through her brain.  A forged fire of feeling rolling down from there into her stomach tied in a thousand knots and down into the dark heavy powerful regions of her destitute pussy already exploding from Suzi’s sweet leg moving into her, insistently into her.  It got stronger and stronger as Suzi slowly slid her soft inner arm across Christo’s breasts,  followed by fingers acting as currents in a stream dancing over her most responsive boobies.  Christobel was honored when Suzi stopped short of full retreat, letting her fingers linger in thoughtless play on the breast nearest her.

Christobel envied Suzi as she caught Christo’s hand and brought it, unashamed, directly to Suzi’s superb breast.  The breasts that Christobel longed to touch and suckle from, every time she saw her, for as long as she could remember.  And suddenly all those sensations began to mingle in the moist, intense,  jiggly feeling that overwhelmed her.  Her very first tactile entwining with another female felt so good she wanted to cry out, “Suzi I’m in Love with You!  This is beautiful!”  But she only lay there feeling her fingers trace and encompass Suzi’s breasts.  When Christo’s hungry areola felt Suzi’s fingernails return to tracing it tentatively She beseeched her with dynamic passion, “Please, don’t stop.  I love this.  Please don’t stop!”  Suzi was now on fire and she intensified her quest for Christobel’s completion.  Christo knew more than felt as if she and Suzi were the only two beings in the Universe, lighting the nighttime sky, as she swam in emotions that convey vast causeways straight into her determined, animal, lust.  She thought she truly knew now, what it felt like to be a wanton female as Suzi began pushing her leg up and letting it recede closer and closer to her gushing, pussy which was in constant orgasm.  Suzi knew exactly how to dry pump her best friend and had been wanting to for so long.  She had practiced this over and over in her fantasies but Christobel was always more eager and aggressive when she fantasized about them together.  Trying to make her bolder she asked, “Oh God!  Did you suck his dick?  I’ve never sucked a dick before.  Did you?  Did you?”

Christobel knew if she abandoned her report and boldly stated that all she wanted was to fuck  Suzi, to make love to her and with her, that it would not go well, and besides this was all brand new to Christo and she just knew Suzi had to have been with another girl before.  Her having been with a guy even if it was only once, was working to her advantage now, so she continued, “Yes, I sucked it and it felt so wonderful!”  It actually was wonderful and she wasn’t really lying to Suzi she just didn’t say she liked this more.  “What happened?  Tell me!”  Suzi dry pumped her leg all the way up into Christobel’s molten sloppy cum drenched vulva as she turned Christobel’s body on it’s side to receive her thrusts more completely. Chrsitobel was finding it hard to even think but her desperate need for female on female release commanded she continue.  A  stealth and devious plan was formulating and when she looked into Suzi’s eyes she thought maybe that was why she asked.  “Well, after we left the Theater we went over to his older brother’s house and he was finger fucking my hot little pussy all the way there.”  She pressed her hand between their bodies and began playing with Suzi’s hot cunt.  Suzi moaned in so passionate a sound Christobel knew how her mother felt each night she cried out into the wind as her father fucked her.  She also recognized just how exhilarating it was to even say the naughty word pussy to her best female friend.  She wanted to lick Suzi’s ear and nuzzle even closer so she could send wet shivers into Suzi’s core, as she spoke that glorious, beautiful, naughty, word a thousand more adoring times in every way possible, to the first female she ever found herself this intimate with.  Her finger slipped into Suzi!  Inside her body! And Christobel had to probe every part of it.  She quickly found a rhythm that Suzi’s hips gave appreciative regard to, and she pushed harder and deeper while her palm caressed Suzi’s clitty hood in the process, turning and angling each growing thrust.  She was saving the way she liked finger fucking herself for last and was in no hurry to arrive at that too soon. She would wait for Suzi to climb the mountain and at just the right moment she would literally “be” the sparkling rainbow Suzi beheld from within.

Now running with the moment she saw the way to make all her and Suzi’s inhibitions disappear.  “When we got there they were smoking bong hits and the way they all looked at me, was as if I was just a hot little fuck whore.”  Suzi opened herself to Christobel even more and it became easy to slip two fingers into her tight little, cock squeezing, cunt.  “When I took a big hit I stuck my boobs out as far as I could and every one of them started getting ants in their pants.  It was so funny!  And it felt so good to be a dirty little slut for all of them.  Then Thomas was all over me and I was going crazy.  Right in front of all those guys.  I felt so strange but I liked it.  I was the center of attention … but … but it, just wasn’t as comfortable and soft or intimate as we are together right now.”   Looking for Suzi to respond in kind Christo searched her eyes as she finger fucked her with a slight bit more insistence.  Suzi just took the fingers, greeting them with eager hip thrusts and nuzzled into Christobel’s neck feeling the intense waves wash over her again and again.  She whispered, “Then what happened?”  A dejected Christobel didn’t let that disappointment show, she expounded, “When Thomas started finger fucking me like this … [hard push , hard push] … His brother said, “You better take that into the other room before we all fuck her!”  Oh God, I was on fire!  The thought of fucking all those hard dicks and having their cum dripping out of my worn out, tight, pussy made me cum when I started to walk into the other room.  One at a time, each one different than the last and then all together.  One in my mouth, one in each hand and two more in my fuck holes!  Oggggawd that’d be so hot!”  Suzi was growing more insistent as she started to push the pace of Christo’s finger thrusts. 

Christo continued, “Anyway we got into the bedroom  and He pushed down on my shoulder so I got on my knees and he pulled that magnificent beast out of his pants.  It was right in front of my face and I just sucked it.”  Suzi moaned out loud, “How, tell me how!”  Chrsitobel had now realized her plan and went to work saying, “I’ll show you how!”  She planted a sweet little kiss on Suzi’s iron nipple and began to suck it into her mouth.  She sucked on those beautiful breasts for all eternity in everyway she could think of, as she began fingering Suzi in her own favorite way.  She had two fingers deep inside her, rubbing along the G spot, while her thumb was  seizing and bearing down on her clitoris, shifting from one side to the other, and finally right over it, using short faster and faster strokes squeezing tighter and tighter as she went.  Suzi came so hard and so loud, Christobel was afraid she’d be having to fuck her whole family.  When Suzi came back to life she made Christo’s heart jump all the way over the moon, when she asked, “Like this?”  And she began to suck and finger Chrsitobel with equal but slightly more savage aggression.  Before she knew it Christobel’s whole body got so tense she could have walked straight through titanium to go to Suzi.  To answer Suzi’s feminine love call.  With what felt like a nine, on the Richter scale, she let go of all her juices, and cares, and woes, and, well everything else, including knowledge of her body at all!  She was floating in infinity, as her own fingers slid soft from Suzi’s worn out sweet slit.  Christo was feeling what nirvana must be like for the longest time.  She had finally had her first “real” completely mind blowing female on female orgasm.  A glimmer of vague vision, where she  stood out in the snow fall, next to a white picket fence, in front of a warm home, painted red, never caused her to ponder it’s relevance.

That’s how it went after that with Christobel and Suzi.  Christo went out with guys and did everything she could possibly do.  She even fucked the whole football team once, just so she could go back to Suzi and tell her all about it, while they fucked each other’s female brains out.  They swam in the taste of one another, and licked each other’s pussies into many wonderful climaxes too.  Christobel wanted to drop the routine, premise altogether, and say she loved being Suzi’s lover … and the guys were fun but just not the same … except every time she started too, Suzi would withdraw, so she always wound up telling her how much she loved her pussy.  Not her, her pussy and that kept Suzi happy.  They weren’t really lesbians making lesbian love.  They were best friends fooling around while they got off on talking about guys big cocks cumming in them, and all over them.  But Christobel wanted more, she wanted a female to female secret, exclusive,  naughty, love affair, and Suzi wasn’t giving it to her, so they ultimately, drifted apart.

Controlled By A Fist

            Finally she did find an older woman who was “all the way lesbian” and they became secret lovers overnight.  Samantha was her name and she taught Christobel virtually all the ways of Sapphic Love.  The gentle and rough, Sweet and the Tough.  Everything!  Christobel was a fast and eager learner.  But most of all, she guessed she loved being naughty and hiding it.  If it was naughty, even nasty, it was more powerful, and learning that, is what pushed her deeper and deeper into her expressions of physical love.  She still  went out for a causal fuck with guys sometimes, but that was just to cover up what she was really doing.  It was an easy transition from fucking filthy swinging dick to get some of Suzi’s pussy, into fucking dick so she could hide under Samanthas skirt tail.  She loved hard cock and didn’t mind being a fuck toy whore, even for several guys at once, but the guys really didn’t interest her.  Their souls, their hearts, aspirations … none of that meant anything to her.  They were just walking dildos.  Uncontrollable, walking dildos, with a short fuse and no off switch.

            After the heart pounding thrill of naughty sex with another woman dissipated, becoming routine,  she next found the thrill of being secretly fisted was a means of satisfaction extraordinaire .  The psychological aspect of having her lover’s female hand inside her womb and granting her ecstasy was the spoon feeding she devoured eagerly.  Her introduction to it was conducted by the simple act of going to “Naughty Lady Parties,” with Samantha, to show off lesbian talents, learn from others, and share the communion of like minded women.  Watching other women being fisted, writhing in intense passion, although shocking at first, was what compelled her to fend off her recalcitrance.  It surely didn’t look like it was hurting any of the more experienced party girls.  The enthusiasm all the fisters illustrated was icing on the cake.  The suspenseful interaction while she was going through her preparations were delirious, and the ardent support from her lover was tremendous. When she graduated from her rolling pin preparations and was irrevocably capable of being saturated, feeling the pulse of her blood surging all around that forceful fist, the wrist, the arm, brought her that extra intimacy to truly take her into the cloud of grand mol fulfillment.  The gratification wasn’t instant as rolling her vulva on, first the small rolling pin to stretch her muscles for easier penetration and then, on the large peeler log to desensitize her enough to make it as painless as possible, along with being mounted by larger and larger dildos to stretch her out inside, was hard, slow, painful work and it took weeks.

She remembered the joy of violating her little sister’s hot tiny cunt with her clinched fist for the very first time, which was an even more compelling psychological thrill.  Oh the power that surged through her was overwhelming, knowing once the intense pain she made her baby sister endure, began to give way to pleasure, she would be able to give her darling little sister the biggest, longest, orgasm she ever had.  So inflicting that pain of twisting her fingers and knuckles deeper and deeper inside her until she felt the plop and that tight pussy squeeze her wrist was inconsequential.  Her sister would be nothing but a molting pool of aromatic “woman folding” upon the mystical ether, in the throws of total sexual satisfaction.  All those other bitches who romanced little sis away from her, with their big boobs, their soft clear flesh, and gorgeous faces, would be meaningless, as Jennifer would do as Christobel had done whenever she got Jennie to ram that sweet, little, fist of her’s inside Christobel’s hungry, open, pussy.  She knew Jennie would lay next to her in the afterglow of their passion, licking Christo’s fist and her arm, kissing it and thanking it, not Christobel herself, but her precious fist and long slender arm for making her cum so hard and for so long.  Then all those damn blonde bimbo bitches would only be a forgotten memory.  Then her tongue could dance in ecstasy on those hard nipples proudly standing up in the air, and she would OWN her sister once more.

            Still flirting with the idea of “completely opening” her baby girl, sister’s pussy, she thought back to the first time her older lover Samantha ripped and mutilated her vaginal opening.  They had been fisting together for a long while before it happened.  She remembered how terribly it hurt for weeks after that, but the look in the woman’s eyes was so amazing when the confrontation took place.  She was so completely and desperately in love with Christobel, and Christo’s tongue, that the thought of her ever having another man’s cock inside her, was just to horrible an idea for the possessive, old, woman to bear.  The tears that flowed and the intimate sobbing which eventually led to Christo laying there suckling from the woman’s Momma breasts, nearly all night long, were the deepest feelings she believed either of them had ever experienced. 

What actually happened was the woman had fisted her into total oblivion, and when she passed out, instead of softly twisting a limp hand out of her stretched and worn frail pussy, Samantha deliberately waited until she felt that pussy begin to tighten around her wrist again, and then kept her fist clenched zealously and yanked it out of Christobel as hard as she could, and at the most damaging angle possible.  She was on fire with jealousy and envy as well as such consuming, pathetic need while she felt each sinew of muscle fiber pop and break away from their gathering around Christobel’s young, virile, clitty, into dismal, uselessness.  As time stood perfectly still, she passed her knuckles out through the young girl’s minora then majora and that final intense, hard, tugging pop against the shelf muscles just below Christo’s labia, all of which had Samantha’s eyes wide in sadistic, intoxicating exhilaration.  Like an aging fisherman hurriedly, ripping the hook from the mouth of a record breaking, rainbow trout, the old dyke was enjoying a victorious, triumphant, feast of ownership, for herself mostly, but also for the entire lesbian sisterhood.  The few additional repetitions, of this act of mutilation, which would be required for her to be “opened completely” wouldn’t be as painful and would become easier and easier each time.  And Sam’s compelling emotion would smother Christo with confused passion, like the sweetest strawberry preserves spread over her consciousness, ever so slowly, delicately, urging her to surrender to Sapphic profusion.  Christobel loved to be loved, and loved to be truly needed by another woman’s sex.  The psychological trance inducement impaling her brain stem was the most incredible state of being she had ever attained and maintaining it for longer and longer periods of time was soupy ice cream ecstasy.  If intense pain and mutilation was what she had to endure to prolong that feeling, then excruciating pain is what she would willingly, openly, bear.  She would stand naked in the garden of woman love with the morning sun kissing her whole being, worshipping her magnificent, superior, feminine essence!

Betrayal, Put Out On The Street.

            Those young sissy years were such fond remembrances for her, until she thought about coming home to find what she “just knew” was her one true love, in bed with another woman.  If she had found her with a filthy, swinging dick, that would have been devastating enough, but to catch her with another woman was far worse.  It violated everything Christobel had been taught to believe was true and real.  The nurturing sisterhood sharing real caring, love, and deep knowing, that only a woman can have with another woman was instantly smashed like fetid, smoldering, clumps of fresh asphalt beneath the huge, steamy, screeching man rollers of a vintage Buffalo Springfield.  Instantly, everything in life turned into utter bullshit.  The sight was burned into her eyes as her heart sunk into the black compressed hardness of despair.  She DID lay before the cosmos just a stretched out ribbon of highway to nowhere, to be run over and over, again and again.

She had been staying with the older woman most of the time and hardly ever went home to her parents house even though she wasn’t legally old enough to be on her own.  When she did go home it was only to get to see Jennifer and possibly touch her, fondle those young breasts and feel the thrill of making her young pussy sopping wet, with the danger of being caught by their parent’s, making it all so much more intoxicating.  She didn’t consider THAT cheating on her true lover as it was just real sisters playing with each other.  The girl she caught Samantha with, was NOT her flesh and blood!

They had a special “teacher’s day” at school and all the kids were let out at noon that mournful afternoon.  Christo’s hormones were raging and she was relieved at not having to hide herself during gym showers so nobody would notice that her vagina was now so much larger than before, and almost always opened well beyond normalcy.  She bolted straight home to her lover and threw her book bag down on the sofa.  In a little, smiling feline, silent, trod, she crept into the bedroom softly so she could slip under the covers from the foot of the bed and wake Sam up with love sonnets from her thirty tongue on the older woman’s juicy, scrumptious, honey pot.  Then she would give herself to the naked Samantha, a fully clothed, sex wet, and willing school girl, so innocent a present, to be unwrapped delicately.   That’s when it hit her.  Everything became clouded and her heart began to pound so hard it vacillated in disjointed, un-natural, harsh rhythm.  Her nerves were shocked into movement so abrasively that electric thunder bolts jumped all over her body.  It seemed to raise her full countenance well above the despondent scene as if she were astral projecting.  She felt clammy cold, and furious hot at the same time, as her demure eyes tried to refocus in total disbelief.  Samantha was laying half on her side and half over another naked, slithering, devil snake in a  woman’s body.  The woman was only slightly older than Christo but still much younger than Sam.

This was no coincidental occurrence either, because she saw that Sam had her sexiest outfit on.  Those wide mesh black fishnets that made Christo feel so delighted to watch her slide up her sexy, slender, silky, legs with Christo licking her lips in expectation of the naughty passion that would soon follow, when Sam dressed for sex with her.  And that garter belt framing those soft white mounds of posterior flesh rising out of her passion pit so sweetly that always seem to provide a guide line for Christo’s sharp nails to scrape along, in tender, little, agonizing preludes to deep penetration.  The long spiked heels at the end of those succulent legs which were now wrapped around the other girl’s head, tangled in her long shimmering hair.  And Sam had no bra on at all, so her taut nipples could glide through slippery woman syrup and all over that repulsive woman’s horrid, perfect, body, just as they had done a hundred times on “special dress up” night, with Christobel.  There was Sam’s arm buried deep inside the girl’s pussy and Sam was licking her clitoris feverishly.  That wicked tongue straying so far from it’s home port, when it should have been tousled by the deep ocean’s rhythmic, undulations, safely moored in Christobel’s harbour of sexual eagerness.  She should have been seeking her sustenance from Christo’s delta, drinking the golden ambrosia which flowed like a wild, wide river, only for her.  This was all wrong.  It couldn’t be happening.

The hunger in the other woman’s eyes told the entire story to her almost like telepathy.  Christo instantly knew that this had been Sam’s previous girlfriend and they were still doing each other when she was at school!  She felt her entire soul abandon her that very instant, and salty tears began to burst like sharp needles from her loving eyes, wetting those pouty, pussy loving, ruby lips and running down across her feminine chin.  A chin that was made just to wriggle between willing majora and bump hard on distended clits.  On Sam’s wanton clit!   But it was happening!  There was denying it.  You could literally hear her heart rip like paper being torn from the sweetest romance novel ever written.

            The ingrams that raced through her head in automation like a hazy black and white movie being shown on a small share cable channel, as she hobbled dumbfounded out of the room, were not hateful.  They were self-deprecating.  As she realized what a fool she had been, she thought about the times she let Sam rip her vagina open further and further until it was truly nothing but a fist pocket.  Then she remembered gaining weight from letting Sam ram that big, ambitiously driven, monster dildo up her hot, little, squealing, tortured, anal passage.  That damn giant dildo kept her from going number two for days and even if she didn’t eat at all, she gained weight from it.  She looked like she still had all her baby fat on her even though she’d worked that off long ago, just to look good for Sam.  And it was all from Samantha’s obsession with fucking her up the ass with the strap-on until she actually couldn’t do anything except have an anal orgasm.  She remembered how difficult it was to sit still in the cold wooden chairs at school with the swollen, red, distended bowel flesh still hanging out of her sullen brown crown for days, and everybody looking at her like she was a freak, as if they all knew the sweet, secret, surrender she got so used to, she even craved it.  Sometimes even on the very next delectably, painful day.  That just made her surrender more meaningful and the wild, vigorous  plateau it brought Samantha’s whole body to, was a soft edifying force within young Christobel’s heart.  Even though it was exciting to do the same thing to Samantha when she wanted her too, it didn’t make up for her being so stupid to believe it was real, enduring, love she was in, and true love she was doing it for.

            When she silently melted out of the bedroom Samantha didn’t even care enough to follow after her.  Christo remembers the other girl stopping and saying something but Sam reciprocated with a self serving statement that Christobel needed to be alone right now and she’d talk to her later.  She didn’t need to be alone!  She needed to be with a “faithful” Samantha.  She needed to have Sam’s arm inside her womb and have Sam’s tongue driving her into delirium, and she needed to be doing the same exact thing to her, together.  Christo picked up the heavy book bag and slung it over her shoulder as she headed for the door.  When the books smashed into her spine, the strap ripped into Christobel’s breast and caused a rich, deep, searing pain but she didn’t care or even bother to adjust it away from her mournful nipple.  A sensitive nipple that Samantha’s tender, glossy, lips would never caress, kiss or softly suck on again. 

Her wobbly legs somehow carried her home to her family after she walked through a catacomb of dismal, rainy streets for hours, until that last possible road home, with physical exhaustion being her only companion.  A flash of foreboding apparition retuned to Christo’s consciousness.  As her vocabulary grew, she recalled that each time she ran across a new term expressing Sapphic activity, or with each new experience she gained from her relationship with Samantha, something strange took place.  Not always immediately, sometimes it was hours later or even in dreams that night.  Her mind always returned to the afternoon sun’s beams waxing and waning through the window of  her childhood daycare.  She was always riding that rocking horse, feeling the scintillating, pressured, rhythm on her private parts, and the old woman’s tones tickle as they slipped into her ear unheard.  She struggled in vain to comprehend what those words indicated.  Then she would see baby Jennifer sitting on the other side of the old woman and they would smile at each other, grateful for one another’s presence.  The contemplation vanished, as the reunion was fought down by some unknown intruder and her attention was ripped into a separate storage area in her brain.  The cold rain pelted her face and disguised those tears of true love, lost, forever.  As her weeping slowly subsided into whimpers, her feet found the strength to ascend the portico of her parents abode.  She drew a long breath as she reached for the door and walked inside slowly.

Home, where she would hide all her feelings from everybody, except sweet, naive, Jennifer.

 The phone did ring that evening and Christo took it in her bedroom.  Her eyes were reddened but, either her parents didn’t see or they were just to busy with their own lives to care.  Jennifer sat by her big sister with their thighs pressed delicately against each other.  For some reason whenever Christobel was emotional, it turned sweet, empathic, Jennifer on immensely, and softly rubbing thighs together had been a signal they both used to initiate more intimate contact frequently.  It always went un-noticed by their parents and even their closest friends, but they could both feel it making their insides undergo that peculiar urge with emergent, intensifying, familiarity.

This time she sat very still listening to the conversation in complete disbelief.  “How could you?” was how Christo started.  “I thought we were in love.  [PAUSE]  I let you mutilate me!  [LONG PAUSE]  I even sucked your shit out of your ass hole, and ate it, because you wanted me to prove how much I loved you.”  With tears flowing down her face she continued in extreme agitation, “No, no I won’t listen!  You said you loved, only me.  No, I don’t want to come over … I never want to see you again!”  With that she slammed the phone down and didn’t answer it when it rang … and … rang. 

Incest Obsessions

Finally Jennifer spoke softly to Christobel as she queried her, “Did you really eat her shit?”  Christo didn’t answer at first but when Jennifer asked, “Did you actually suck poop out of her ass hole?” she angrily replied, “Yes,  I thought we were in love!  I thought it would be forever.”  A few minutes went by in silence as Christobel made the, all too conscious, decision that she would never, really, love anyone ever again.  She was only half aware of Jennie saying something very softly.  Sometimes Jennie’s voice was so lyrical and hypnotizing it drove straight into Christobel’s subconscious making her libido rapidly swell to maximum proportions.  Christo didn’t even consciously perceive what she was saying at all when that happened.  That sweet, lilting voice rolling off that masterful pussy loving tongue was sheer feminine power and Christo was living, panting, enthusiastic, proof of that.

Jennie had carefully mulled over what she heard her sister say and deliberately made her next statement, knowing what she would be doing to prove herself to Christobel.  Excited by the innovative, disgusting, thrill and so concerned for her sister’s broken heart, Jennie said, “Christo, I still love you!”  Christo managed a dull “huh?”  Jennifer got up and stood in front of her sister, thrusting her sheer, panty covered, hairless woman bone into Christobel’s field of vision.  She invitingly reached deep inside the see-through panties and pulled hot woman juice from the center of her being and traced her young hand along Christo’s face and down below her chin, lifting it up to look deeply into her eyes, as she said, “Christobel, I still love you” and then suddenly trembling she stammered, “and I WILL prove it too!”   The gravity of her declaration brought Christo back from her despondency as her pain filled eyes searched her younger sister’s soul for what seemed like contented hours to Jennifer, but only a glimmering instant to Christobel.

            The rest of the evening the girls stayed in their room with Christo only half heartedly responding to Jennie’s relentless sexual innuendo and her bolder and bolder physical instigations.  Jennie was doing everything she could to make her sister feel better, and maybe that was ultimately what made Christo blend heartache with sexual perversion.  Christo could have, and probably should have, cried her eyes out alone and eventually learned to love again but Jennie was determined to keep her sister from being sad.  Jennifer was usually the passive one, and Christo was the one who actually made all the macho moves, or conducted the feminine, tender, surprise encounters.  But tonight, it was Jennifer who was forcefully taking Christobel and Christo realized just how much she loved being taken, completely taken, especially by her rarely aggressive, little sister.  The combination of feeling the heart breaking betrayal and having a soft, slow, long, dangerous, cum guided by her deft little sister drew Christobel to a place so hazardous and so very enthralling.  She was completely Jennifer’s in the physical that night, even though. she was somehow psychologically vacant inside.

At ten o’clock, as every other night, they heard their Mom’s voice through the door saying they were going to sleep now.  A few minutes later Mom and Dad were done fucking and the girls knew they would be out for the rest of the night.  Excitedly Jennie pulled off her PJ’s and jumped right into Christobel’s lap, pressing her hardened nipple into Christo’s mouth.  As Christo parted her lips to suckle  Jennifer’s tiny breasts, Jennifer writhed her wet, ravenous, pussy all over Christo’s stomach, her abdomen,  across, then up and down, both of her tremulous legs, so sweltering and so fervent.  Again, at the same time, Christo was far away within herself, but that didn’t matter.  She was making her sister hot and knew she could make her cum so quickly and then she could just slip into the blackness of nothing and slumber would lovingly hold her like Sam used too.  It took Christobel by surprise when Jennie asked, “Could you right now?”  When she looked into Jennie’s eyes questioningly, Jennie answered, “poop, could you poop in my mouth right now?”  “Oh Jennie you don’t have to do that” was Christo’s reply but Jennie bolted back with “I want too … it’s so nasty … and soooo sexy.”  When Christo said yes Jennie nearly dragged her into the bathroom and as she literally slithered down Christobel’s body and careened around behind her, Christo sighed out, “When you’re ready for me, just suck on my butthole, but lick it for a while first.  It will taste better if you’re used to it.”  Jennifer spread Christobel’s naughty ass cheeks with her sexy little probing fingers digging into the supple yet still firm flesh.  When Christobel could feel the soft face being buried deep into her crack and that hot, wet, tongue probing and lapping at her Hershey Highway she began to forget Samantha ever existed.  The sudden, insistent, pull on her butt hole had Christobel burning with enchanted, filthy desire and she willingly pushed hard.  It was her heart that pushed more than her bowels as she opened up to a new world of self gratification, now doing things that made her alone feel good, and who cares what the other person was feeling or getting out of it!  The sound of Jennifer gulping and munching away then swallowing and fighting back the defense spasms made Christo’s heart float away.  Not because she loved Jennie for doing it, but because it felt good to have the power over someone that commanded such adoration.

When it was over and she had shit far more than her baby sister could swallow.  She turned to see Jennifer a total, freaky mess, with feces from her bowels all over Jennie and between those delicate legs on the floor.  Christo’s blood began to pound so hard she thought she might have a heart attack.  Jennifer reached down for a hand full of turd and Christo automatically resounded, “We’ll clean that up in a minute but now You!  I want to eat your shit too!”  Jennifer instinctively smeared the warm, foul, dung  all over her front and especially globing it onto her drenched convulsing, pussy.  She stood up as Christo got down on her knees and began kissing Jennifer’s ripe little booty cheeks.  She made love to her whole backside, and kept her sister waiting for the longest time, but finally licked and tongue fucked her tight little pucker palace.  Christobel loved licking, sucking and even fucking budder, and it didn’t matter who’s it was anymore.  She did it because she wanted too, not because she wanted to please someone else, not even Jennifer.  When Jennie couldn’t stand it for another second, Christo sucked on her rim and trembling, Jennie pushed.  She pushed a little too hard and too much came out at once but she’d get the hang of it.  Christo ate as much of it as she could and let the rest slide down her body.  Guiding it over and though hard nipples and down directly onto her cunt, just like a real pro.  The warm, loose, used up chocodiles, seemed to amplify Christobel’s flaming, nasty, clitty.  Deprecation hit her brain stem just as her orgasm began.  She knelt there below Jennifer, rolling the shit around on her gushing pussy, getting her immoral need as dirty as all the nasty impulses racing through her neural pathways, and herded home her wicked satisfaction.  Her stomach still turned a little as she swallowed but her iron will to be as depraved as she possibly could be, forced the spasms to quell.  For a second she thought of how beautiful it would be to have her father walk in right then and see his so called “precious daughters” with each other’s shit all over them and still swallowing it.  The bastard would blow a gasket!  Especially with innocent little Jennifer being totally corrupted by Christo’s filthy, unquenchable, socially unacceptable, incestuous, lesbian desires.  If only he knew all the things they had already experienced together and how much they both loved it.  If he only knew how satisfied she believed it made them both feel afterwards.

Then she stood up and held Jennifer in her arms as they gooshed the thick, clumpy, brown gravy  across each other’s bodies giggling.  They took special effort to rub their breasts together, rolling them around and around in the deepest French Tittie Kiss they had ever shared.  Then with both their noses flaring from the gaseous stench and each other’s fingers wiping shit into the other’s hair Christobel looked into the mirror and so did Jennifer, so they could behold the feces all over their faces and bodies.  With their hearts on fire and their breath so thick it was more a velvet cloud of haunting defiance than the icy frost of winter thrusting disobediently against another social taboo, they then kissed.  Their slippery lips met and their tongues twirled in wicked, filthy, hard pounding, passion.  When they broke the kiss, scratching nails along each other’s backs,  Jennifer said, “See I still Love You!  Even if you are a shitty bitch.”  A small glimmer of a smile and a tiny sparkle came to Christobel’s eyes as Jennifer giggled, and  she replied, “Yeah, but you have too, we’re sisters for life!”  Jennifer shot right back with, “I might have to love you because you’re my sister, and I might have to love you for life, but I don’t have to love you like this.  I want too!  This made me cum so hard!”  With that they shared a longer, lingering, lurid, kiss and climbed into the shower.  After cleaning up they went to bed and slept together all night long.  That was something they usually didn’t do because they were afraid that Mom would catch them together in the morning.  But that night they didn’t care.  The defiant aire carried them both into a world of wicked passion which ambled on into the morning light.  When their Mom woke them up a short time later, she asked why they were in bed together and Christobel started to answer, but Jennifer beat her to it saying, “I was having nightmares.”  It was easy to believe because Jennifer looked like she didn’t sleep a wink.  They waited until Mom left the room to get up because they didn’t want her to see them both naked with each other’s cum smeared all over both of them.  Prior to dressing Christo knelt before Jennifer and kissed her sweet little pussy saying, “I love You, you hot little cunt.”  Jennifer spun around and shoved her butt hole into Christo’s face and animatedly pulled her cheeks open and closed, mimicking her words as she asked, “And do you love me too?”  To that Christobel licked one long sloppy lick up her little sister’s crack and plunged a deep tongue fucking stroke into that, not so tight, murky, duck pond, slurping out shit juice and licking her lips as she replied, “Oh yeah, definitely!”   Jennifer pulled Christobel to her feet and French kissed her hungrily saying, “Mmmmm!”  Then there was the rubbery snap of female clothing being donned like so much armor over dried woman fluids that would quaff back into nostrils all day with the least exertion.  And Christo DID exert herself … often, especially if Samantha crossed her mind.

Bold Defiant Passion

            A siren’s fate closing wail, brought Christobel back to the bed she lay in.  Still not ready to move amid the soaked, sheets of satin, she silently chastised her new young lover for not turning off the vibrator built into the monster dildo which had just fucked her pussy useless.  Still discounting the effort the teenager put into thrusting that monster into her clinging cunt relentlessly, she barely piloted her weakened hand to the switch at the base and flicked it off.  She wrapped her fingers around as much of it as she could manage, and smeared her own cum onto her hand as she caressed the huge rubbery girlie cock thankfully, and then stared up at the ceiling.  She brought her hand to her mouth to lick the succulent moisture from her sexy fingers and mentally flew into the clear etheric rising quaffs of her own female aroma.  She began to recall the first time she had such a gigantic girlie dick inside her.  It happened after she had gotten so bold with her need to show Jennifer, and the world, that they were now a real, valid, couple locked in passionate engagement, even if they were originally flesh and blood sisters.  At first she would kiss Jennie deeply and massage her breasts in front of people in the darkened movie theaters downtown, and it progressed, into truly yearning to eat her pussy under bright spot lights, on the living room floor, in front of  her parents and all their guests. 

It actually did progress to the girls getting refreshments for everyone when Mom and Dad were entertaining, and Christobel would corner Jennifer in the kitchen then finger fuck her until Jennie pushed her away in protest.  Then she would walk back out into the living room licking a little off her fingers and smearing Jennifer’s dew on the glass rims of the guest’s drinks.  When they were done helping out, she would hold Jennie around the waist like a true lover, and say the most blatant things.  The final straw came when she did just that.  In front of important local officials, one such evening, she stood pulling Jennifer’s body into her’s while rubbing her booty in an unmistakably sexual manner and blurted out, “If nobody else needs anything we’re gonna go into our room and practice kissing with each other.”  She kept her hand planted on Jennie’s sweet buttocks rubbing gently as she turned to go, adding, “and maybe more” in her most wry, husky, sexy voice.

            Jennie was crimson and that just made Christobel laugh as she forced her affections upon her the second the door to their room was closed.  Fending off Jennifer’s protests she claimed, “You heard Mom.  She said we just joke around like this. She said we were just fooling around.”  As she nudged Jennifer’s thighs apart pushing between her legs and reaching for her damp panties she added, “So Let’s fool around!”  A second later Jennifer was laying back on the bed moaning into a pillow as Christobel devoured her pulsating, trained, hot, pussy.  She swam in her captive sister’s sweet fluid shaking her head side to side making sure she got it all over her face.  As soon as she felt Jennie tighten every muscle in her body and then suddenly relax in orgasm letting loose a gallon of succulent cream, she got up and said she would be right back.  She deliberately strolled through the entire throng displaying her victorious lesbian face, slick and wet with fresh, aromatic, pussy juice to all of them!  She didn’t care.  It was what made her feel good.  It made her clitty pound and her heart skip several beats. 

Finishing School Suburban Style

When she went into the kitchen for some soda, one of the women who was obviously bi-sexual approached her in front of the refrigerator.  The older woman pinning her back against the cold door, pressed her body into Christo’s, making sure their clitties joined, pulsating together through fine fabric.  The young girl could feel the weight of the woman’s larger breasts and the surge of her protruding nipples announcing their arousal.  The woman said, “Why don’t you bring your sister to my house tomorrow night.  I think we could have fun exploring this a little further.”  With that the older woman licked Christobel’s cheek sucking in all of Jennifer’s pussy juice she could possibly reach, and then proudly stood back and just smiled at naughty little shocked Christobel.

            At first Christo didn’t want to go, as the older woman reminded her of being with Samantha that dirty bitch.  It was Jennifer who convinced her they should try joining them.  Jennie beguiled in that sweet little compelling voice, how close she and the woman’s daughter were, adding that Squishous (that’s what everybody called her, it was from some old song by Doctor John) had a sweet, little, pussy that was just divine!  Christo felt herself slipping into consent as Jennie explained to her that the house was openly lesbian, ever since the Mom discovered her daughter licking some girl’s pussy and loving it.   Christo had not been to a Naughty Lady Party since she broke up with Samantha.  Her and Jennie’s was the only relationship she could extend herself to explore.  Jennie said she partied with Squishous and her Mom’s women friends more than once.  They even let the young girls drink and smoke dope with them, if they walked around the house nude and did stuff for them.  She convinced her that it felt so good to be openly lesbian inside the house, but they had to act normal in front of everybody else to protect her mother’s position in the community.  Christobel was more than anxious to go when Jennifer told her what a thrill it was to watch the mother and daughter eating each other in front of “all” the other women.  She didn’t need to add that they both loved licking each other’s pussies for all to see, or how they simply glowed when they did it.  Christobel was wondering what to wear, when Jennifer jolted her by extolling just how alike they were to both of them, incestuous and all.  Jennie answered Christo’s unspoken question by telling her it didn’t matter what she wore because it would be on the floor the minute they arrived.

            True to the observer’s expectations, after a limmo came to pick them up, on the way there Christobel was vibrant with anticipation.  Her nipples swelled so intensely that Jennie simply had to roll them in her trembling palms for her, while she chuckled out, “Is big sister getting turned on already?”  Christobel longed to luxuriate in Jennifer’s tiny sweet fingers, stirring her pounding clitty especially in a stretch limmo, going to a “Secretly” Lesbian party house, but Jennifer held back in mockery that frustrated Christobel immensely. 

When they finally got there, Jennifer undressed the timid and disoriented Christobel slowly, in front of several older women sitting all around the room.  It made Christobel’s heart soar when Jennifer announced, “This is my sister and I love her so much.  She is sooooo lesbo and she’s the one who taught me to love pussy!”  She stood back at arms length and reached out to rub Christo’s womanhood just to show them all, how close they really were.  Christo didn’t really need any stimulation to be turned on, her hot wanton cunt was actually dripping golden honey, which traveled straight into every single one of those older women’s greedy nostrils.  Her hips responded with motions that only practice makes perfect.  Her whole body moved in her little sister’s hand.  She began to feel lightening bursting each and every corpuscle of her soul as more and more of Jennifer’s fingers easily slipped into Christobel’s widening, yielding, ripeness.  Soon Christo was sucking hard on a burning glass dick filled with pure crack someone else held to her lips, and then drinking some fruity mixture that stung her throat from 151 Rum as it went down and Jennie had slipped into her sister all the way to her wrist, before either had even sat down.  Moments after they settled in little more, a darling, innocent looking, young girl appeared completely nude also and Christo instantly adored her stunning body as she greeted Jennifer.  First a seductive kiss and then the Prima Donna of the house began finger fucking Jennie with fearsome power.  Jennifer cried out in primal moans saying, “Yes, yes!  Fuck me with those awesome fingers you slut!  You make me cum so hard!”  It was then that Christobel noticed how flourishing the sheen was on the girl’s flowing blonde hair.  Her surprisingly large boobs swayed so seductively as she pounded her fingers into little sister.  Christo began to massage her own clitty in front of everybody and it felt so liberating.  She had no need to hide her permanently opened Lesbian Love Tunnel.  Here she could be proud of it.  Leaning against the wall with one foot up on a chair, what she was experiencing felt like what she hoped her own home would someday be.

As she watched the ravishing young woman/girl working her hand’s magic on her sister, she felt her own tongue grow thick with lustful desire as each breath shortened in strict diminution.  These two put on such a compelling show Christo didn’t know what to resort too in effort to top that when it was her turn.  She barely noticed the older woman who had invited her there, stroking a steel dildo in her own hungry womanhood and eyeing Christo’s every movement.  It was as if  the woman was reaching out mentally and reading her very thoughts.  Soon Chris was almost glaring at the woman pushing incredibly long strokes of that sixteen inch fat dildo inside herself. Faster and faster.  She could smell the woman’s ripe scent raping her nostrils and clouding her mind, as her ears buzzed with the enticing sloshing sound of the woman’s pussy guzzling at that hard girlie dick.  But she wanted to fuck her sister and her friend in front of these women.  She wasn’t interesting in cumming with any of them.  It was like a giant gargoyle somewhere in the back of her mind had defeated her brain, her thoughts!  She couldn’t even begin to turn away as the woman curled her long nocuous fingers under her right breast, cupping it as she dragged her wrinkled thumb across the swollen dry flesh of her fully extended nipple, pressing it down hard and letting it pop up as she demanded, “You want this!”  Christobel was a mentally chained, captive, by the time the woman repeated her words and dragged that searing thumb back across her wilting rosebud.   Like a robotic work of art, Christo held her fingers inside her aching pussy as she planted each foot in front of the other shifting the gushing folds of her rubbery vagina until she stood right in front of where the woman sat.  She felt herself being dragged down hard and let her knees break to kneel before the woman, as some distinguished, Royalty’s obedient chambermaid and personal toy.  Soon the dry, drooping, breast was rubbing her young face and the course nipple lashed it’s way into Christobel’s surrendering mouth.  Moments later the long dildo slid out of the older woman’s dank cavern with a plop and Christobel could hear the other women sighing their consent as she obey the order for her to eat that powerful tasting pussy.  The more enthusiastically she slurped, the more they voiced their approval, and the more content she became.  The woman tasted as if she hadn’t douched in a month but the smell was overpowering as Christobel’s cracked out brain  pounded with compliance and her clit exploded in a total “body glowing” orgasm.

            What happened next devastated her.  She expected praise from all who witnessed her technique because she felt she was good at eating pussy, in fact far better than her years could attest.  When the old woman “got off” she began cussing at Christobel.  She called her the filthiest names saying, “You little starving bitch!  You love pussy so much you want to fuck your little sister in front of the whole world!”  You don’t care about anything or anybody else.  If you did you wouldn’t have raped her and forced her to eat you over and over, until she just gave up and did what you said.  You wouldn’t be so determined to push your sexuality onto everybody in creation.  We know about you, and Samantha and we know she’s the one who opened you.  Careless bitch.  We also know she taught you to take it up the ass.  Well you little filthy, blatant, slut, whore, You’re gonna get us all in trouble if you don’t wise up.  You’re too young and we could all go to jail for what we’ve done WITH you, not TO  you!  You can’t go around blatantly doing this, any time and any where you want.  You’re an incestuous, filthy, animal!  You are nothing!  You love girlie cock up your ass!  Today you’re gonna really take it up the ass you disgusting scum.  If there was a man with a big enough cock to hurt you with, we’d let him fuck you until you bled to death.  We’re gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before!   Whether you want it or not!  In fact, we’re gonna make you fuck yourself!”  And you are going to realize, just how much you really love it.  You are the one who loves it!”

All the other women gathered around her, probing her in painful disregard. Spitting on her and ripping at her breasts, her clitty and her protruding majora. Each of them growling out every conceivable demeaning comment they could idealize.  Christobel’s head was spinning and her whole body hurt from what these horrid witches were doing to her.  How could Jennifer have dragged her here?  She felt trapped with no means of escape at all.  Every time she tried to speak they shut her up with more harsh words and inflicted more physical pain on her body.  It was to the point she couldn’t tell which hurt worse inside.

Then, Jennifer herself brought out something so large you couldn’t even call it a dildo or a girlie dick.  It was as large around as both Christobel’s hands and three feet long at the very least.  Jennifer just silently sulked back into the shadows and started letting the luscious young blonde girl eat her pussy again.  Soon the old woman was forcing Christo down onto the impaling device attached to the coffee table and calling her a filthy, nazi, dyke, bitch.  Women were blaring non-stop into both of her ears and splitting her mind into two completely separate pieces.  Several women shoved her down hard onto the dildo.  The pain was unbearable when “IT,” that huge disgusting thing, began to claw it’s way inside her.  It didn’t just slip into her anal passageway it tore the flesh as it went.  She kept pleading with them to stop and every time she spoke they forced her down further onto the pylon.  Blood mixed with Christo’s cum was trickling down the hard phallus and her heart blew giant chasms into every crevice of her brain.  The commanding voice of the old bitch made her take the entire thing up her ass until her cheeks were squashed against the blood stained, hard, cold, wooden, coffee table, from the weight of those evil women pushing down on her shoulders.  She was defeated, physically, mentally, psychologically and most of all emotionally. 

Then the old woman made her fuck that huge thing like she was a rag doll and it was the Devil himself coming to satisfy her for ever more.  The hag demanded, “You will obey me!  Fuck it, ... cum all over it … you filthy little stuck up dyke bitch!”  All Christobel could do was wish for orgasmic oblivion as she ground her dried out insides up that huge hunk of fake meat and pounded herself back down on it.  “There … There … ! ugh … is this what you want,” Christobel asked?  The answer “Yes” came from somewhere,  “but it’s really what you want, isn’t it?  It’s what you need isn’t it?  It’s what you long for!”  She softly bawled out, “yes” in total surrender and the order echoed in her brain, “Then fuck yourself with it!  Faster!  Harder!”    Every new thrust now reminded her of how horrible it felt when her reddened insides made contact with the chairs in school.  One female voice kept calling her a freak and saying “You like this don’t you, You sick freak!”  She agreed.  She would agree to anything now.  She knew she needed a raging anal orgasm.   Over and over again, she butt fucked her whole body down onto that massive harsh shaft while they kept talking about filthy swinging man dicks.  She could feel that massive intruder all the way up into her throat, like she was sucking a giant cock from the inside.  She kept fucking herself faster and faster and her legs shook from exertion.  Perspiration dripped off of her, making her body glisten in perverted rapture.  Her very soul trembled as she was racked with wave after wave of orgasmic energy and she just kept needing more.  Little blood splatters, from her butt cheeks slapping the table top, flew everywhere as she jumped up high and rammed “IT” down deeply into her, faster and harder as she squeezed her sphincter muscle around it as tightly as she could.  Yes! God Damn It! she IS a FREAK and YES she is a Fucking DYKE and she loves it!  She loves it. The fucking sick Nazi Bitch DYKE … loves … it.  Loves … it.

As the last remnants of strength were frayed within the fabric of Christobel’s being, the world began to close down on her as all her senses dimmed.  A faint sensation of her old daycare, nursemaid sitting well above her, glowed dimly from somewhere in the back of her mind.  The old woman rubbed her thigh softly on little Christo’s, and read an indiscernible passage from her story book.  The old woman, with her arm around the small child, softly smiled, at the good little girl in contentment, as all sensation was vanquished.  Finally passed out from sexual exhaustion she hung impaled on the gigantic plastic phallus in darkness. 

As she awoke, she was laying spread open on the floor and felt another big dildo being softly slid in and out of her grateful, opened, pussy.  It felt so good to be fucked and filled completely by something that didn’t cause her unbearable pain.  When she managed to focus she saw her little sister gently fucking her with the dildo.  Jennifer said, “You are mine.  You belong to me!  I am your Master and You are my dyke slave.  You will do as I say.  You will obey me.”  She just kept repeating that calmly as she pumped that gorgeous, warm, slippery, lubricated dildo into Christobel’s open, needy, cunt.   Other women were now sucking her breasts softly and smoothing their hands all over every inch of her body.  The scowling voice of the old woman scraped the inside of her head as it demanded, “Answer your Master you fucked up, slut, whore, pig, bull dyke, bitch!”  Christobel felt her orgasm beginning as she gazed lovingly into Jennifer’s face.  She repeated everything Jennifer said willingly.  Jennie was her Master and she was Jennifer’s Slave, she would obey her, she would do as she said.  When her orgasm exploded the moment Jennifer began to lap at her clitty, Jennie withdrew the big, black girlie dick and said, “Now you can thank these women by eating all their pussies.  And be grateful to them you stuck up arrogant, smart ass, dyke bitch.” 

Christobel obligingly approached each and every one of them.  She knelt before them and politely begged to get to eat their pussies.  She ate each one as if it were the last she would ever get to make love to, and did so with complete abandon.  One particularly fat, piggish woman protested her even having the gaul to ask, and the deep flush of total humiliation reverberated within Christobel’s arrogant, little Nazi brain, as she pleaded lovingly and longingly.  When the obese woman finally relented and spread her sweaty thighs Christobel dove in like an Olympic Champion going for the gold.  She loved the fat woman’s flesh surrounding her, choking her, engulfing her face and neck, covering her ears and pouring over her exhausted shoulders.  But her Master said she would eat each and every one of them and that is just what she did.  As the night ended someone gave the girls a ride home but they did not allow Christobel to dress or cover herself at all.  All the way home she sulked low in the car seat, naked to the world with what felt like a thousand different women’s juices drying all over her wasted pathetic dyke body.  She couldn’t remember if she ever even got to kiss ravishing Squishous or feel her attentions at all.

  When they got home Christobel ran into the house and straight into her room.  Luckily, Mom and Dad had already went to sleep because there was no way she could explain her way out of this one.  Was this all done to her on purpose?  Was horrid Samantha in on it too?  And even Jennifer?  Why?  Why did they do that to her?  She lay on the bed with the covers pulled over her, emotionally drained and refusing to cry, when Jennifer calmly strolled in.  She demanded Christo take the covers off of her and Christo numbly complied as she knew she would always, immediately, comply with everything Jennifer told her to do.  Jennie crept over her, licking and tasting every part of her body musing over what woman’s cum she was actually lapping up, until Christo was as clean as if she had just showered.  Then Jennifer’s sweet voice gave the soft command Christobel has longed to hear from that moment on.  “Okay, you can eat me now.  Make me cum you dyke bitch”

Animal Lust

The jingle of dog tags brought the acoustic ceiling into clear focus and with a practiced leap the German Shepard was up on the bed with Christo.  First he licked the monster dildo clean and then he began sniffing and gently lapping at Christobel’s huge, gaping, pussy.  She could hear someone rustling around in the kitchen but that didn’t concern her.  What concerned her was the scratchy wet feeling of the doggie tongue sanding the inner walls of her pussy in almost painful, scrumptious, deep, sensation.  She just lay there enjoying it for a while, marveling at how well trained he was.  She began to pet his fur as his tongue strokes grew slower and deeper.  Her fingers traced his growing purple dome and she said, “Oh Rex, I see you’re really horny this morning.  Come here good boy.”  With that she dragged his hind end closer and began to lick and suck the dog’s ass hole and then she bent to suck his cute little doggie dick.  That made him lick her pussy even more deeply and she felt like she was in a complete “other worldly” trance, transcending humanity, rising superior to petty morality.  Her blood still raced with the social taboo giving her the psychological edge over her recalcitrant clitoris.  After a short while she rolled onto her knees and the dog knew what to do.  When she curled her legs under her torso, and lower her booty to the correct height, He got behind her and started pumping into her pussy.  Neither she nor the dog could feel anything, as her Fist Pocket was far too open this morning for that kind of contact.  Disregarding the idea that aids actually came from acts of bestiality and there was a very good reason for it being a taboo, she guided his slippery, shining, doggie cock to her ass hole and relaxed her muscles.  She needed this kind of mental stimulation to truly feel aroused as nothing she could think of, had simple physical stimulation enough to accomplish that anymore.

After a few clumsy wasted thrusts against her butt hole the slippery animal cock entered her all the way to the bristly fur, in a single heart wrenching motion.  She sighed into the pillow and deliriously moaned, “That’s a good boy,  Fuck me now baby, fuck your bitch!  Fuck you’re wild animal bitch!”   She thrust her hips back several times awkwardly seeking a rhythm with the beast, and soon he was furiously pounding away at her doggie spunk cup.  She was making her asshole do it’s level best to grip that slick little slab of turgid animal sex.  She felt pain ripping at her sides as his paws kept slipping off of her bucking hips.  She didn’t care that his nails needed to be trimmed again as they were scratching her back and sides.  Somehow that just added to her primal pleasure.  After eons of delightful sin with him ramming into her as fast as he could move, and she bumping into his back legs eagerly thrusting her shit hole around that cock in rhythmic symmetry, she felt his bulb swelling and shoving her rectum outward from the insides.  It was filling her to the brim and keeping that watery seminal fluid from escaping his bitch.  She didn’t need to attack her clit to cum.  The thought of giving her body to a dog instead of a man, was enough to push her closer to the edge.  He whimpered an inhuman sound as he blasted a searing load of Doggie love cum, up into her poop shut and she tried to match that sound with her own voice as a huge orgasm washed over her.  A few minutes later his furry bulb had shrunk and he was able to pull out of her and get down off the bed.  As usual, he circled his blanket on the floor in the corner and then lay down to lick his own shit salted prick.  She just lay there on her knees and felt the doggie cum starting to seep out of her butt hole soothing the abrasion his fur always inflicted on the human flesh around the rim of her smaller love tunnel, as she asked, “Do you like the taste of my bung Rexie?  I know you love it.  I love it too.  Come here and let Momma lick you clean.  Here boy, here boy.”

Revenge

            When the dog rose and headed toward the bed once more, her thoughts turned to all those men she had prick teased, and that one in particular, she helped the government sisterhood torture.  How stupid he was to believe a superior being such as herself, could ever fall for an inferior straight, a totally cubical low life.  The idiot even believed in God!   She loved to yank the chicken feathers off young girls just beginning to stretch their lesbian wings, exactly like Samantha did to her, and she secretly loved to dump them in the most devastating ways possible.  She may never have the opportunity to hurt Sam the way Sam hurt her, but she could hurt others, and that seemed to satiate if not satisfy her.  It actually was another psychological turn-on for her.  They ALL had to know, just like she got taught, it was all about their own satisfaction, and that was all there was to it.  There truly was NOTHING that was TABOO and  love meant nothing.  Love was just a word, a “fucking” tool.  You use it to make you cum, and make others do what you want to help make you cum. 

She did see it wasn’t right to whisper into that  guy’s ear, all night, while he slept, trying to effect him sub-consciously, telling him that HE loved her and SHE loved him, and that they were meant for each other, and that she wanted to have his baby, and wanted to die with him, and all manner of stupid lies, but what she truly wanted was to turn that “square” into her very own closet queer slave so she could marry him and keep up appearances.  Then she could make him sleep on the blanket in the corner with the dog, while she played with an endless string of girlie girls, and whatever else she wanted.  Animal, Mineral, Vegetable, Who Cares! 

The best fun of all, was being somewhere else and telling that guy she would be there with him in just a little while, then deliberately going out and finding some luscious cum dripper to nuzzle up with, in Sapphic Splendor.  Now that MADE HER POWERFUL!  He deserved it for wanting to fuck her, for wanting to thrust his filthy stinking man dick down her throat and up her dedicated, lesbian, love tunnels. 

All men are nothing more than filthy swinging dicks who only want one thing and then when they get it, they leave you and they hurt you.  She believed those words with all her heart in spite of the fact her mother and father were still together after twenty five years.  She would strike back against them all.  She would pay all men back for her father forbidding her to be with Jennifer.  Who was that bastard to tell them they could not make beautiful love to each other ever again!  Who was he to tell her she was a child molester and a sexual predator.  Who was he to poison the only enduring love she had in life?  The two girls had been satisfying each other’s sexual needs for years, for all their lives!  And only they knew what each other really wanted, and needed.  And him with his raging hard-on yelling at them like that … like they were sub-human.  And she DID notice his throbbing hard, life log, twitching under his pants proving what a ridiculous slave to convention he was.  The same holy staff he pumped into her mother every fucking night she was growing up, while she listened to him fucking Mom into heterosexual stupidity.  It was her mother’s cries and moans of sweet passion she heard every night.  All he ever did was grunt while burning her mother’s insides with that fiery man meat.  And he never once, offered to slip it into his loving baby girl Christo to make her feel as good as he made Mom feel!  Even after she deliberately showed him that she masturbated with a fake, plastic COCK!   She almost had to sit down right in front of him before he finally caught her doing it on the sofa.  She had to make so much noise that night.  And he acted like he didn’t even see her, visually, calling out in such sweet, longing, desire.

Jennifer said that she did sit on his lap once, with nothing on but her thin little pantiless nightie and felt it grow in his pants.  She stretched that hot pussy of her’s directly over his cock shaft and rubbed on the coarse wool of his pants leg, until it drenched his trousers, but as soon as she stopped talking, and before she could really start to enjoy it, he got up so fast he almost dumped her on the floor! 

Jennifer could approach anybody like that, and the only people Christobel could approach like that were women, even though there were some men she would have done if her pussy wasn’t opened so completely, actually mutilated, by Samantha.  But she loved to be fisted and knew she would never stop fisting.  Well screw men!  All men!  She’d rather give herself to the dog than ever let a man touch her.  But she really loved telling them all about the preverbal “other man” who hurt her so bad, and treated her like she was a stupid slut.  That always made them melt and she could wrap them around her little finger so easily.  And it used to feel so good to hide from them and do secret naughty girlie girl things.  But that was before she cut her hair and started wearing men’s clothes for her lovers and began wearing the strap-on everywhere she thought she could go with it on.  As long as she had loose pants on, she could stuff it down her pants leg and most people never really knew she had it on.  Now that was a psychological turn-on too!

Designing Conquests

            Rex slowly clawed his way up on the bed and lay down on his back obediently.  Why couldn’t men be like that?  She leaned over him with the butt hole he just finished nailing swaying sexy in the air in front of the open window for all the passersby to see, as she licked her shit juice off of him and sucked her dog’s juicy little doggie cock deep into her mouth.  When her new little girl friend came into the bedroom she closed the drapes and it angered Christobel but she was cool and said nothing.  The time was fast approaching for Christo to cut this one loose and send her on her way, to find another lover, another Master, a different Dyke to give herself too.  But this little bitch was actually pretty hot and ever since Christobel ripped her chicken feathers off, the horny blonde couldn’t get enough pussy.  She was already fisting and having group sex with all of Christobel’s so called friends.  And Christobel did love sucking her big sweet boobs and those tiny little baby nipples.  The girl could tell something was wrong, as if she displeased Christol somehow, but she was afraid to even ask.  She kept telling herself she didn’t do anything wrong.  She willingly let Christo rip her pussy open.  She gladly did all the twisted things she was asked to do and loved it.  She shared shit kisses with Christo and fucked the Dog in front of all their friends.  She let them bind her, and put those clamps on her nipples and pussy.  She begged them to impale her with those monster toys and truly loved the sensation of the electric shocks she received in all the most sensitive spots on her body.  She loved Christobel with all her heart and loved to look into her eyes while they were both in the throws of passion, with two other women. 

Becca saw the doggie cum seeping out of Christobel’s bumm and dutifully said, “Oh Rex was horny this morning.  He didn’t just lick you clean did he?”  Christobel answered with a single “Mmmm” and didn’t move a muscle as she sucked the little doggie dick back to it’s hardness, rolling her tongue around it like she imagined every man in the World yearned for her to do to them.  The girl mashed her large breast into Christo’s butt crack smearing the doggie cum all over one and then the other  and brought them to Christobel’s lips.  Christo delighted in sucking on Doggie dick and then licking and sucking on Becca’s big, sweet, booby, and then back to the Doggie dick.  When she was done cleaning those beautiful, woman globes up, the girl said, “There’s still more coming out of you.  Let me take care of that.”  She began to lap at Christo’s upturned ass and licking up the doggie cum with real enthusiasm.  As she did Christobel began thinking about how she was going to cut this one loose.  She had true talent and was a lot of fun fucking, but she was beginning to bore Christobel.  The new girl down at the local gas station looked like she would be excellent pussy, and her exotic eyes that seemed to consume Christobel’s whole body, when she flirted with her, let Christo know that this one would be so easy!  If she wasn’t such an exotic hottie who would look good in front of her friend’s riding on Christo’s Girlie dick, she wouldn’t even bother,  there was no challenge to it!  But this one was extremely sexy.  She had just shown her that she wore strap-ons by going into the store yesterday in a short skirt and the strap-on hung down below the hem.  She made sure the girl noticed and then Christo smiled at her with the hungriest eyes she could possibly project.  It turned the girl on and her nipples began to swell as her face became flush, so it wouldn’t be long before she would be Christobel’s newest lover.  It was fun to finally be blatantly butch!  To finally be an almost “mother hen” Dyke … completely, openly, lesbian!  And even more fun to realize the beautiful little sixteen year old, at her first job, was at home somewhere friggin’ herself hard, and thinking of Christo as the wooooMan of her dreams.  She was enwrapped in planning yet another young girl’s total seduction, and this time, she would be completely out of the closet.  She knew she would have this one.  That was going to be easy. 

She didn’t care if ripping the chicken feathers off underage girls wasn’t socially acceptable.  She didn’t even care if it was illegal.  They wouldn’t throw her in jail.  She knew people.  Important people AND their secrets.  When Jennifer told her she hated her and never really wanted to be with her, she knew, it was her father … and men … who took her Sweet Jennie away from her.  So she would keep right on ripping those chicken feathers off little girls and keep turning them out on the street to make the whole world pay for it.

Christo did wonder though, how this girl would react to sucking Doggie cum out of her pussy and what she would do when she felt herself slipping away in trance after Christo got some more of the special smoke to feed her head, and make her mind pliable.  But the thing that really gnawed at her, and excited her most, was trying to guess how the girl would react when Christo demanded she eat her shit, after proving HER love could overcome the most disgusting things, to the young girl.  Such a sweet flower … and that pretty, pink, virgin, mouth would be such joy filling with hot, period streaked, piss.  She could already see the yellow stream flowing out over her chin and down onto her budding breasts, salting them to perverted, epicurean, Sapphic freak, perfection. 

"Just leave it honey." He said not unkindly but with a kind of weary resignation. He smiled sadly and said "Honey if that’s all it’s gonna be then that’s all it’s gonna be. I didn’t fall in love with you for the sex and I didn’t marry you for the sex. I did those things because you make me feel good about myself and my life. I did those things because of who you are and I’ll come to terms with it if it’s the last thing I do, I promise." He stood as he spoke and slowly rounded the table. When he had finished speaking he kissed her lightly on the forehead. She held his arm and stroked it pressing it to her face softly.

"Good night honey."

"Good night, I’ll be up in ten minutes, I’ll just clear these plates."

It was actually more like fifteen minutes when she finally ascended the stairs. Running through her mental list. Doors locked. Everything off that has to be turned off. Check the phone is working. Check the mobile is charging. Alarm on. A final recheck that all has been done. A moment listening and then climbing quietly avoiding the ones that creaked. Enjoying the feel of the carpet on her bare toes. Counting them. A further handful of minutes in the bathroom. Light too bright for a second. Then neatly stacked toiletries. The spotless mirror. Immaculately folded colour coded towels. Meticulously cleaned teeth and face and hands. What is the matter with you asked the reflection or her. I really don’t know the reply, I really don’t. A mental conversation ensuing with ever more familiar spiral themes all coming back to nothing. She knew she was a sensual woman. Deep in her mind she entertained fantasies. Things she couldn’t admit to herself let alone anyone else, even Simon. Tableaux flashed through her consciousness, too brief to fully comprehend. More a momentary after image. A suggestion of writhing bodies, and sweat, of hands beating against lips. A hint of slow penetration. They came when Simon made love with her. She didn’t and never had masturbated. Sometimes she nearly came. She didn’t and never had done that either. But when she was closest, almost lost, the flashes of filth would enter her, take her to the brink and then leave her beached forever on the verge of coming. Then the guilt would come at such thoughts. Ill defined though they were they represented a Deborah she couldn’t deal with. Were she to acknowledge the visions she created. To accept them then it would make her a bad person. Going against her entire belief system. The girl or girls in the fantasies were always very slutty. Pants held to one side. Looking back with the intense concentration of lust. When she dared open the door a little she realised that the girls were being buggered as much as they were being fucked. When she peeped round the corner like a fearful-of-being-caught, naughty schoolgirl watching her friends making out sometimes there was more than one man with one woman. The very memories brought fresh sights. A summer afternoon, heat, hazed hills in the distance standing still against the closer ones hurrying by. A girl on a train. Young. Maybe seventeen. A studious look. Glasses. A brunette. Opening her legs so that a middle aged man can see up her skirt. No sound though only visuals. Sometimes it makes it more acceptable and fighting the urge to touch herself slid a little deeper into the fantasy. Her mind off guard, occupied by the struggle moved the scenario on. The girl was unaware of her show. Head dipped into her book. She absent-mindedly swung her thighs open and closed, open and closed. A sensual earthy beat to her movements. A summer slowness to all. The man had sensed the girls ignorance of the situation and had slowly placed his raincoat over his crotch, gently wanking his cock under it’s cover. The movement minimal. Could be the swaying of the compartment. Suddenly visions of the man pulling his cock from the young girls arse, still spurting it’s load into the gaping hole. The girl dropping swiftly to her knees and spraying his come all over her face. Licking it clean. Sucked back to reality by the sheer filth of the girls actions, her thoughts, the bad feelings began again. It was becoming a regular occurrence in her nightly routines. She felt bad. She felt horny. But she couldn’t feel horny enough to come. Ever. Something was missing. Sighing but resolute and determined try her best for Simon she looked at herself in the mirror one last time and went into the bedroom.

The room was lit with the glow of a hundred candles. Brown turns to gold at such moments and the soft diffused warmth of the room, curtains swaying with the breath of wind that came infrequently. The warm cold air of the early spring bringing with it the scent of a thousand flowers and blossom trees heavy with expectancy. Dripping with sex for as long as humanity. Worshipped throughout history and still now. Mozart played in the background unobtrusively with sensitivity of the genius. It was a beautiful bedroom without embellishment. Sparsely furnished with ash bed and polished floors. White linen drapes as curtains and on the walls. Concealed lighting with audio-triggered dimmer control. One clap on. Two claps off. Redundant tonight. A split level floor and built in alcoves containing various ornamental chess sets. Onyx and glass. Wood and stone. A passion of his.

"Come here, honey." Softly. She started across the room her faltering stride and smile betraying the fear that always came true. A self-fulfilling prophecy. She registered that he saw her hesitation. Saw it hit. Hurt. Saw him shrug it away and smile even more warmly than before. Another falter. This time a frown. She stopped and bit her lip.

"Simon," she began.

"Fuck it Deborah," snapping, "I’ve just about had enough. Please honey suck my cock, please, there’s a good girl." He added the last words to make light and try and take away the pain in his wife’s eyes. Sprung from his use of the word ‘fuck’, his momentary anger with her. Her inability to be the wife she wanted to be and he wanted her to be. It had happened before. Sometimes Simon would feel the well of disappointment and frustration, the surge of wanting to cry almost. He would swear and immediately regret it and they would cuddle and kiss and he would stroke her until she stopped crying and then they would make awkward love. Missionary position. All candles out. ‘Good girl’. The words echoed into infinity inside her. A strange thrill with each repetition. The girl on the train kneeling now, the man wanking hard over her upturned face. Two men. Three men. Hands on her chest. Her hands behind her back. A tie over her eyes. Her breasts exposed. Nipples ragingly hard. Her tongue out reaching twisting and turning to find her goal. The hand on her throat restricting her to being only able to find the end when she stretched to her utmost. A small taste of precome. Then pulling her close. Fast and furious hand smacking against her lips. An anonymous hand at her cunt, fingering slowly, sensually but insistently and methodically. Driving towards a frenzied edge, a need for release. Hers, his, all the same. She stood with her hand between her legs. Wetness seeping through the thin material. She didn’t feel any guilt. The room swam back into view and feeling empowered she walked over to her husband knelt down and softly took his cock into her mouth.

Simon watched with, at first, confusion at his wife’s reaction to his word. Saw her visibly soften her stance. Her hunched shoulders dropping to show the fine sculptured line of her neck. Her head tilting back slightly. And the hand. Her hand. Slowly tracing a line. Lost in some other world. Lightly brushing across nipple, past navel and moving between her slightly parted legs. The little moan that escaped her lips. The nipples erecting instantly. Straining to be more. Pulling the surrounding skin tight with excitement. Saw her shudder and awaken within her dream still. Slow motion now as she kneels between his legs. Looking at him. Eye to eye. Held in a vacuum of their own choice and making. A universe containing just the two. She guided the head of his cock into her mouth. A moment. She hesitated through unfamiliarity and started to panic a little slowly starting to pull her mouth off.. Simon tried to comfort with words. The same words.

"Please honey, suck it. You were being such a good girl then." Something unconscious had picked up a signal. Somewhere inside a correlation had been made. Liberated again, the thoughts came back. The girl on the train, fingers replaced with cocks. Astride one and being buggered by another still the hand at her throat denied her. Now there was sound. Crashing in and over her. The train steady rhythm beating in tandem with the lunges of the men fucking the girl. The sloppy sound of the man wanking himself hard against the girls lips while she strove to get him in her mouth. Hair sticking to her face. Chest red with sex rash. Please. Beg. Please. No. Please. Hands held by the buggerer. No freedom to move. Just her head and tongue. Held tightly in position. Hard cocks slipping with ease into both holes. Coming again and again and again and their seemingly endless onslaught continued. Still not enough. Want him in my mouth. Please. Beg. Please. Open your mouth, there’s a good girl. Steel hard silk on her tongue. Hand still holding neck hard and mouth being fucked. Curling her tongue and maintaining a suction, needing his come.

Once again Simon was amazed at his wife’s reaction. She had engulfed his cock as though she had only ever done that in her life. She worshipped it eyes closed, humming, fingering herself madly. She had never touched herself before now he knew that. He was sure that she was unaware of her ministrations lost as she was somewhere else. He wasn’t even sure she knew what she was doing to his cock either. She seemed to be in some kind of trance.

"Oh good girl. Good girl." He murmured. Deborah heard it from afar, it penetrated her dream. All the men were saying it. the girl on the train was panting. Coming hard again. Simon came with a violence. The men on the train started coming. Surreally now all standing wanking hard over the girls face. Eyes peering up over her glasses. Clothes untouched now. Somehow replaced without being removed. Her hair beautiful, soft and shining. Her smile trusting and innocent. All the men shot simultaneously into her mouth. With the impossibility of fantasy each strong spurt landed cleanly and filled her mouth. She was aware now that Simon was bucking his hips and filling her own mouth. Saying ‘good girl’ over and over again. She swallowed as his come continued to pour. Years of frustration responding to the soft release. Painful in its intensity. She came. A small come but definitely a come. Her first. Beautiful. Soft.

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