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Liz Carillo
by Sv51macross (sv51macross@gmail.com)
***
Inspired by the character Liz Recarro from the anime
IGPX, the story follows a few kinky experiences of Liz
Carillo, a test pilot for the EU during WWIII. (FF,
oral, voy, sci-fi, rom)
***
The woman opened her eyes; big, aggressive eyes with
blue centers the center of a face the color of lightly
creamed coffee. A lock of her short, reddish brown hair
fell over her eyes and she put her lip out, blowing it
out of the way. She smirked, chuckling.
"Alright Liz, power on."
"Roger, getting visual response now." She replied to
the male tech's voice. The large, curved hexagonal
screens that made up the egg-shaped cockpit she was in
flickered from their soft, light blue to the view of
the outside a second later. The machine she was in was
high up in a dark hangar, light coming from the doors
open wide at the other end of the building.
"Comfortable, Liz?" the tech asked.
"Yeah," she replied, shifting her limbs around a bit.
Her arms were out behind her, her lower arms and hands
encased in the plastic behind her so she was leaning
forwards. Her knees were bent a little too, her ankles
held in their mounts of the floor of the cockpit. "As
comfortable as possible in this position." She added.
She'd had to work on her upper body strength since
beginning the program since her shoulders were
supporting a lot of her weight.
"Alright, releasing left hand. Proceed with penetration
of interface bundle." The tech said. Liz felt the
slight, even pressure release off her left arm and the
humming of the servo that slid the main panel away. She
withdrew her left spandex-gloved hand from the gel-
inflated mount and reached down to a black pouch on her
outer thigh.
It was about 40cm long and several centimeters thick,
sewn onto the purple and green spandex body suit she
wore, which showed off her very sexy curves, and
particularly her breasts, as most of the chest was
exposed The skin from her neck continued unbroken to
her shoulders and down to just above her nipples, and
scooped down between her breasts to show a large area
of her toned abdomen, the two green borders meeting a
few centimeters below her navel. Essentially, a pair of
flaps came around her breasts to cover her nipples, the
thin fabric being electro-statically held to the skin
of her firm c-cup breasts.
Liz undid the Velcro flap at the top of the pouch on
her leg and withdrew a long, light blue phallic-shaped
object. She held it in her hand, admiring it.
"Always interesting what the Swiss come up with, huh?"
she asked. The phallus was somewhat flexible, with a
couple slight bulges here and there, with tiny raised
metal spots dotting the surface in random patterns at
the tip and halfway down the shaft.
"C'mon Liz, just do it already." The tech whined.
"You and your buddies just want to jack off to the
though of me penetrating myself, don't you?" she asked
sarcastically. She laughed. "Relax, I'm doing it."
Liz looked down, between her cleavage to the blue
plastic ring that was positioned in line with her
vagina, held by an arm that rose out of the floor with
a wide, tapering base. She lowered the phallus to the
ring, pointing its tapered and rounded end at herself
and inserted it through the ring, pushing until it
touched the fabric over her crotch. She braced herself
and pushed firmly. The tapered end pushed the slightly
apart lips of the suit's entrance and the outer labia
of her vulva apart, stretching both with its 5cm
diameter. Liz gasped.
Though this was not the first time, it was
electrifying, being penetrated with a huge dildo while
others watched. She continued pushing, the head pushing
aside the inner lips of her womanhood and penetrating
her vagina, expanding the muscular walls with its
girth. She felt every bump and raised dot pass her
sensitive outer lips and into her canal, each one
raising her sexual arousal. Before she knew it, four
centimeters were already inside her.
She continued to push the device into herself. Six
centimeters, then eight, and then twelve. She paused to
take another breath, and then went on. Fourteen
centimeters were now inside her vagina, and with
another movement, sixteen. A raised lump going around
the circumference was just outside the suit.
One final push, and it went in, stretching her lips
just a little more and grazing her now erect clitoris
before slipping inside for the final four centimeters,
the tip of the object gently pressuring her cervix,
causing her abdomen to twitch from the nervous
stimulation. The raised band held it in her firmly,
behind her twitching labia, which gripped the shaft
tightly. The ring that the phallus passed through
contracted, locking the dildo inside of her with a
flexible connection.
"Finalizing...ahhhh-yessss... connection." Liz heard
over the comm. She growled, but was cut short by the
tip of the phallus spitting out a sticky resin from a
hole in its tip, which traveled up her cervix and
spread out in her uterus. The hot resin slightly
tightening drove her over the edge and she came, her
legs loosing strength as pleasure shot through her
body. Her nipples instantly erected, raising firm tips
from her breasts. Her back arched forwards, her breasts
on fire and her vagina contracting on the large
intrusion into her that had stretched her internal
genitals to the limit of comfort.
"Oh god!" she whimpered, the ripples of pleasure
reflecting back to her inner thighs. Her knees
collapsed, and simultaneously her weight pushed the
connection support down a few inches, applied more
pressure to the end of her canal, and thrust a
deliberately placed bump on the phallus right against
her G-spot, rubbing it slightly. She had another
orgasm, causing her to moan aloud this time, gritting
her teeth to regain her faculty. She could not though,
so she just let the orgasm crash over her, the crests
of pleasure making it appear as if she was having
slight seizures.
"Richard..." she gasped when the sensations began
subsiding. "If I look at the security tapes after this
sortie and see you-"
"Relax Carrillo, I was joking." Came a defensive voice
from the other end of the headset she wore.
"God that's intense." Liz commented groggily, her head
still spinning a little. She pushed herself back up to
proper posture and rested a hand on her stomach, just
over her uterus. "I feel so full." She said softly.
After she relaxed, it was an extremely good feeling,
like a missing piece was put into its place, like
everything was solid. She reached down and felt the
base of the phallus where it went inside her. It was
slick with her cum, though her vulva and vagina were
relaxed now, having adjusted to the size of the
connector. She brought her hand up to her mouth and
licked her juices off her glove.
"I just wish they didn't cast this thing off a
stallion." She joked.
"It has to contact every nerve inside your vagina to
get optimal resolution." Richard said, "The vagina
needs to be stretched to expose all nerve endings
practical."
"Yeah, I know, it's just that too many sorties and a
stallion will be all that can satisfy me."
"I showed you that cream on that website yesterday."
"How do I know that it works?"
"Just get on with startup."
"Fine!" Liz huffed. She wiggled a few times to make
sure everything was seated. She placed her left hand
back inside its receptacle and felt the door close over
it and the sack holding it in inflate with fluid.
"Okay, everything set. Initiate synchronization." She
announced. Immediately there was a vague numbness in
her crotch.
"Link pack 1 engaged." The metal dots on the interface
bundle's base became active, sending tiny electrical
signals through her vaginal lubrication to the nerves
in her vagina, which took the signals to her brain. Liz
immediately became aware of the machine's weight,
especially in the joints, but it felt almost as if she
was the machine.
"Link pack 2" Now the bump against her G-spot began
sending an oscillating frequency that the tight bundle
of nerves interpreted and sent to her Brain. The touch
and heat sensors placed through-out the machine's skin
were now tied into Liz's nervous system.
"Link pack 3" Liz looked around her, and down at
herself and the vision of her body and the insides of
the cockpit blended away, leaving her with only what
the optical sensors on the machine's head saw, the
visual transmissions being sent from the interface into
the end of her vagina and cervix, the electrical
signals bypassing her own eyes and piping visual feed
directly into her brain.
"Alright, fully synched." Liz said after a few seconds.
...
The jet cooled down, the systems relaxing into a
shutdown state. Liz felt her arms and legs released by
their holders and adjusted herself so that she wouldn't
fall.
"Good test Liz, we have full transformability."
"Feels just like my old Strike Eagle with better roll
and more power." Liz said.
"Just remember, the G-limits area 'bout twice that
ancient Boeing attacker." Richard replied.
"Yeah-hang on." Liz grunted. She applied upward
pressure, pushing with her legs to begin extricating
the connector from herself. The resin plug in her
cervix was very flexible and deformed smoothly as she
pushed her body away from the mount. The phallus
emerged from her vulva; her juices making it gleam in
the warm blue light. "Yeahhh..." she cooed softly, half
of the object pulled from her. She pulled the interface
bundle down and the rest emerged with small, wet
sucking pop, along with a little dribble of cum.
The six-centimeter resin plug followed immediately, and
when exposed to the nitrogen in the cockpit's
atmosphere, disintegrated down to the orifice from
which it was injected. She was very aware now of an
emptiness inside her, a slight reduction in warmth
there. The put a hand over her crotch and cupped
herself firmly, which helped. She thrust a couple
fingers inside herself, filling the emptiness, and that
action brought her down enough so she felt she could
walk normally.
"Okay..." she sighed, putting the phallus back in the
pouch on her thigh and patting it.
"Hit the showers Liz. Schwarzkopf is pleased with the
aircraft's performance. Report back here at the same
time for high-speed trials." There was a buzz and the
line went dead. Liz stood in the cockpit and reached up
to a discolored circle in the center of the screen
directly above her. She took the glove off her hand and
put her handprint on the pad. The system identified her
and there was a hissing noise and the screens went
dark, the screen lifting up and swinging away. She
reached to the lip of the hatch hole and pulled herself
up and out.
Liz reached the locker room, different from one's idea
of a conventional locker room. There was a semicircle
of blue meter-high lockers around a circular pool about
a meter deep; Jets caused the water to look turbulent
and angry, with steam rising off the surface. After the
wooden semicircular bench that was a half-meter in
front of the lockers, the white tiled floor sloped
gently down to the concrete lip of the pool. Liz
chuckled to herself. This was her favorite bath on the
base. Almost no-one came in here since there were few
females in the squadron Liz was part of. Since though,
they were using this particular system of direct
linking, more women would be transferred in from UN
reserves.
She proceeded to her locker, number 69, which was the
second last locker in the semicircle. As she opened the
locker, she was unaware of someone sneaking up behind
her.
"Surprise!" said the lustily perky voice of someone
whose hands had reached around and grabbed Liz's
breasts.
"Anya!" Liz gasped, caught by surprise. Anya kneaded
Liz's breasts, peeling back the fabric off them and
fingering the stiff nipples. "How was your day?" she
added, over the surprise and enjoying her girlfriend's
administrations.
"Oh, just working on the MiGs, rebuilding jet engines,
the usual stuff." She replied. "I heard you came twice
on that horse-cock of an entry bundle."
"Yeah, hey, wait a minute." Liz said. Anya paused and
Liz turned around to face the Russian woman with whom
she'd been involved with for a few months now. Anya was
about the same age and height as Liz, but had long,
blonde hair and green eyes, as well as lightly tanned
creamy skin.
They kissed deeply, eyes closed. Liz flicked her tongue
at Anya's lips and she opened them, allowing Liz to
push her tongue inside her lover's mouth. Both sucked
gently, becoming incredibly aroused by the act as their
tongues slid around each other's and rubbed firmly
together. After about thirty seconds, when both parties
needed air, they broke apart, panting slightly. As
their mouths parted, a string of thick saliva connected
their lips. Anya glanced down at Liz's crotch, and then
returned her gaze into Liz's eyes. Liz nodded, and Anya
let her sit back on the bench as she crouched. Liz
spread her legs and Anya put her hands on Liz's inner
thighs, just off the groins. The suit Liz wore was
surprisingly soft, Anya thought.
"This material might make good lingerie." She
commented.
"Anya, please!" Liz said with want. Anya nodded and
moved her hands to the slit in the fabric, pulling
apart the edges to expose Liz's wet, hot vulva. Anya
planted a kiss on Liz's outer lips, making Liz jerk.
Anya ran her tongue along her lover's labia, unfolding
her womanhood dexterously. Liz moaned softly, enjoying
rapturously the feel of Anya's tongue flicking at her
clit and rubbing her womanly folds. Anya stuck her
tongue just into Liz's vagina and Liz gasped, her legs
involuntarily squeezing her partner's head. Anya felt
Liz's thigh muscles, strong and sleek through the
fabric twitching against her cheeks. She giggled a
little, pausing to blow a bit of cool air over Liz's
hot pussy.
"Anya, please! Just finish me off!" Liz begged, both
hands clutching her breasts. She was panting now.
"Be patient, wow!" Anya grumbled good-naturedly,
licking her lips, savoring Liz's honey, its almost
tasteless flavor tainted with a slight of sweet. She
resumed, trying to take as much as possible of Liz's
vulva into her mouth, applying a little suction. Liz's
breathing was increasing pace now and she was squirming
a little. This was turning Anya on; she had always
found it erotic how Liz was so expressive about her
sexual pleasure.
Between Liz's small orgasmic noises, the smell and
taste of her slippery vulva and just the knowledge that
she was sucking on her love's most intimate of places,
that this was such a beautiful act, Anya would have to
get herself off soon. Anya began focusing her tongue's
attention on Liz's swollen clitoris, pursing her lips
around it and sucking gently. She pulled off with a
slightly wet pop and blew some more cold air onto Liz's
clit. Liz gasped and whined.
"Please..." she trailed off, moving her hands down to
the bench and gripping the wood tightly, sensing a huge
orgasm just a little while off. Anya resumed her oral
masturbation of Liz and pushed her tongue as far as she
could into Liz's vagina and sucked strongly, moving a
hand up to her mouth and rubbing Liz's clit, while she
stuck her other hand down her jeans and under her
cotton panties and pushed two fingers into her own hot,
sopping wet pussy. Anya returned her tongue to Liz's
clit and put two fingers into her lover's canal,
thrusting gently and tongue-lashing Liz's clitoris for
a few minutes more.
"Anya!" Liz gasped, going over the edge and into a huge
orgasm, coming with energy Anya was not quite prepared
for. Liz's pelvis bucked, her vagina seeping more cum
into Anya's mouth, her breasts swelling slightly and
feeling as if they were on fire. The intense pleasure
filled her, spreading to her fingers and toes, her back
arching with crest over crest of orgasm breaking over
her thighs.
Anya's vulva clamped down on her fingers as she had her
own orgasm after feeling Liz's pleasure, her abdomen
contracting in spasms and a wave of pleasure crashing
over her body. Still keeping her fingers inside
herself, Anya rose, bringing her mouth to Liz's,
kissing her with an unbridled lust. They shared Liz's
cum, wrestling their tongues. Liz brought one of her
hands to her vulva to bring herself down, the other
hand clamping onto Anya's left buttock. They broke
apart, both of them breathing hard and chests heaving.
Anya withdrew her cum covered fingers from their hot
residence and let Liz lick the sticky juice off them.
Anya's cum tasted a little sweeter than her own, but
there was less body to it.
"Oh Anya..." Liz said, regaining some faculty after her
earth-shattering orgasm. There was still some residual
tension in her thighs, so she was rubbing herself
absentmindedly. Anya chuckled.
"You still want more, don't you?" she asked coyly. Liz
realized what she was doing and smiled.
"Do you mind?" Liz asked. Anya shook her head.
"If you have the energy, I know that those cybernetic
links can make one pretty tired-" Anya was cut off By
Liz getting up suddenly and embracing her. Liz grabbed
both her butt cheeks and squeezed firmly, eliciting a
gasp from her lover's lips. Liz made her sit on the
bench and them maneuvered them so Anya was lying down
on the bench, with Liz straddling her in missionary
position.
"Let me suckle on you a bit." Anya suggested, reaching
up and cupping one of Liz's breasts. Liz moved forwards
and down a bit, feeling Anya's mouth take-in her left
nipple.
"You like using your mouth on me, don't you?" she
asked, still enjoying the soft strums of pleasure
shooting across the nerves in her vulva from Anya's
tongue flicking her hardened nipple. Anya broke
contact.
"Without dicks, oral is the best way to go." Anya
replied as Liz moved to an erect position. She peeled
the suit off her shoulders and continued to remove the
suit, having to get off her girlfriend's pelvis to push
the bunched elastic fabric down her hips and her legs.
Liz's vulva had a little hair over it, trimmed into a
straight strip beginning just above her clitoral hood
and continuing a third the way up to her navel. Liz
finally was able to step out of the suit and was now
completely naked in front of her lover. Anya admired
Liz's body, how perfect her curves were.
"My lovely goddess." She said, eating her with her
eyes. Liz bent down and kissed Anya again, though it
was a quick kiss of affirmation.
"You are beautiful too." Liz replied, undoing the
fasteners of Anya's jeans. Anya shrugged as Liz pulled
her jeans off.
"Yeah, I know." She watched Liz fold her pants and
place them on the bench beside her. Now all that was
between Liz and Anya was a thin layer of white cotton.
Liz slowly rubbed Anya's panties over her vulva,
smiling.
"Why do you do that?" Anya asked. It had been a habit
of Liz's that Anya had noticed since their first sex
together a few months ago.
"It's so wonderful, how so much potential beauty and
pleasure can be hidden by a simple thing. Thinking
about it, wondering what's behind there, even if you
already know what it looks, feels, tastes, and smells
like, its just...wonderful."
"You sap." Anya chuckled. She unbuttoned her blouse
halfway and undid the front clasp of her bra, pulling
all aside so Liz could have full view of her luscious
orbs of flesh, nipples erected. Liz tweaked Anya's
nipples, chuckling as well.
"Ready?" Liz asked.
"Of course, always." Anya replied trustingly. Liz
nodded and lowered her head between Anya's legs,
pulling the fabric of her panties aside and kissing her
lips as Anya had done to her. Anya moaned a little as
Liz licked her vulva for about a minute before stopping
abruptly. Anya knew what was coming; this was Liz's
favorite thing to do. She lifted her butt off the wood
and felt Liz's thumbs hook around the sides of her
underwear and allowed her to slide them down her legs.
Liz did with Anya's admittedly damp panties what she
did with her jeans.
"Here we go." Liz grunted, getting up and positioning
her vulva above Anya's. A bit of Liz's juice dripped
onto Anya's pussy, who took that as cue to open her
legs wide. Liz sat on Anya's left leg, scooting herself
forward until their vulvas mashed together. Liz grabbed
Anya's right leg and held it against her body, Anya's
knee nestling between Liz's breasts. Both began
thrusting simultaneously, grinding their labia and
clits against each other's, each thrust bringing a
pulse of pleasure that drove both higher towards
ultimate gratification.
"Elizabeth!" Anya gasped after a few minutes. Her left
hand was grasping Liz's right buttock, helping to pull
Liz's pussy against hers on every thrust. Her right
hand was on her right breast, squeezing the opulent
mound and rubbing its pointed nipple between her
forefinger and thumb. Liz had her right hand holding
the bench under Anya's left side, the other bracing her
against the lockers.
"Yes?" Liz asked back between pants.
"Never mind." Anya panted back, realizing there was
nothing more meaningful to say than what they were
doing now. They were rubbing their most intimate of
places against each other, kissing far more intimately
than could be done orally.
"Anya I'm close." Liz gasped out another minute later.
"Me too." She replied. Their thrusting became more
vigorous, Anya releasing her grip on Liz's ass and
bracing herself so she could push more firmly. Both of
them were so close, their energy just barely contained,
the dam ready to burst.
Thrust. Their pussies were so slick with each other's
juices.
Thrust. Each thrust brought lateral movement of their
parts across each other.
Thrust. Their muscular bodies were glistening with
sweat.
Thrust. Anya saw Liz's face, in a state of wanting
bliss.
Thrust. Liz leaned forward a bit, and Anya reached up
and grasped one of her breasts. This caught Liz off
guard and she released, leaning further forward as she
ground her snatch against Anya's. The extra pressure
pushed Anya over the edge and both their bodies were
paralyzed with an extremely intense orgasm, both their
abdomens spasming with each crest. Their vulvas
released more cum, but they remained locked together.
Their bodies continued to experience orgasm, the
effects taking a more than a minute to wear off enough
so they could move. All told, from Anya's contact with
Liz's breast the orgasm lasted over two and a half
minutes.
Both were panting hard now, Anya's chest rising and
falling several centimeters, her body glowing in post
orgasmic relief. Liz was bent over her lover's body,
recovering, but she straightened up and swung a couple
strands of hair out of her eyes.
"Mmm." Liz grunted. Anya nodded.
"I know." She croaked. Liz leaned over full, the motion
lifting her vulva off Anya's. Anya gasped at her hot
snatch being exposed to the chill air and Liz quickly
put a hand over it, pushing her middle and ring finger
into Anya's vagina. Anya reciprocated to Liz, and so
the both of them stayed like that for a few minutes,
recovering from their huge orgasm and staring into each
other's eyes. When the last vestiges of sexual desire
had left their loins they withdrew their fingers from
each other's vulvas and held each other, Liz applying
enough of her body weight onto Anya so their breasts
flattened against each other. They kissed passionately,
though this time it was just lip-to-lip, not needing
tongue action to increase intimacy. Liz spoke when they
broke apart.
"I love you Miss Illinova." She said lovingly.
"And I love you Carrillo." Anya replied. They both
giggled softly, then Liz got off Anya, allowing her to
sit up on the bench. They kissed again.
"Oh, I can't wait to fuck you at home tonight." She
growled seductively. Liz laughed.
"C'mon, can't you just enjoy the beauty right now?" Liz
mockingly pleaded. They got off the bench and walked
over to the pool, slipping into the hot, churning
water.
"Oh god this is nice." Liz moaned as she sat up to her
neck in the water. Anya sat next to her, snuggling with
her lover, cupping one of her breasts. Liz smiled
inwardly and reciprocated, taking one of Anya's breasts
into her hand and simple holding it gently.
About 15 minutes later, after having a discussion about
which was better: MiG-25 or F-104G, they got out of the
bath and toweled each other off. Liz grabbed Anya's
panties and put them on.
"Hey, what about me?" she asked indignantly.
"You can wear mine." Liz said, tossing her a pair out
of her duffel bag. Anya rolled her eyes.
"I know, but you get to wear me." Anya argued. Liz
shrugged, pulling Anya's white cotton bikini off and
putting it aside. She put on the other pair of light
blue panties that was in her duffel and also fished out
a twelve-centimeter long vibrator from the bottom of
the bag. She twisted the flat end and it began buzzing
and vibrating in her hand and she put it against the
front of her panties. Soon the vibrations aroused her
and she could feel her body preparing for sex, her
vagina lubricating.
"Hang on a minute." Liz said, waiting for her pussy to
deposit some cum on her underwear.
"No," Anya said suddenly, turning Liz away from her and
forcing her over so she straddled the bench. She then
forced Liz down, so she sat on the vibrator. Liz tried
to force her way up, but Anya had a little more upper-
body strength than she had since she wrenched for a
living.
"Anya!" Liz cried as Anya made her lean forward,
putting more of her weight on the vibrator. Anya, hands
on Liz's shoulders, rocked her back and forth on the
vibrator.
"Anya, wait!" Anya just continued to hold Liz's body
down, making her pussy bear the full stimulation on the
vibrator. Liz came quickly and quietly with a small
gasp, but even a small orgasm was enough for Anya's
wishes. She allowed Liz up and Liz removed the panties,
handing them off to her girlfriend with a laugh.
"Looks like I still need to work on my strength." She
commented as Anya put on the panties, rubbing her
fingers in the large dark spot on the front.
"I'm only submissive because I like you on top." She
replied, licking the taste of her lover off her
fingers. Liz put on Anya's panties, letting them absorb
the rest of her arousal. They kissed quickly, and then
finished dressing. Anya put her jeans back on and Liz
dressed in a dull green sweatpants and a gray shirt
that she tucked into the waistband of her pants. Her
green jacket was tied around her waist.
"See you tonight." Liz said after they kissed one final
time.
"I'll be thinking of you." Anya said seductively,
walking towards the north exit of the locker room.
"I'll be waiting." Liz called after her, turning down
the south exit. Both of them walked, wearing each
other's underwear, wearing each other's cum against
their womanhoods.
. . .
Later that night, after Liz had prepared dinner and was
waiting on Anya, she turned on the television to one of
the three pornography channels their cable program
provided and began watching what looked to be a soft-
core skin flick. She almost never wore pants around the
apartment now, and was only in her gray t-shirt and
Anya's panties. The woman on the show was stripping in
her bedroom to some softly romantic music. Liz had
taken a seat on the couch that was opposite the TV in
the living room of her apartment. She had her legs
spread wide, her mound pushing out the fabric slightly.
After a few minutes, Liz had her right hand down her
panties, stroking her labia and quickly she was
aroused. Her hand immediately began rubbing her clit,
sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She
reclined on the couch, lying down so her left hand
could go under her shirt and grope her breasts.
A man appeared in the room where the woman was
stripping, naked as she was. His erection was tenting
his briefs and he walked over to her, putting his tent
in her face. She smiled up at him, and he put his hands
on her head as she pulled his underpants down and took
his penis into her mouth. Liz rubbed a nipple, her
other hand slipping a couple fingers into her now hot
and slippery vagina, moaning loudly.
The woman had finished fellating her lover and had
reclined back on the bed, her legs spread to show her
aroused pussy. He leaned in and, holding his cock,
penetrated her. He made sure he was fully in and stable
on the bed in a missionary position over her before he
began thrusting strongly into her body. Each thrust
brought a tiny gasp from the woman. Liz began rubbing
her fingers in and out of her hole, thrusting slowly in
time with the man.
"Liz, I'm home!" Anya called from the front door a few
minutes later. Liz heard the door close and looked-up
to see her Russian girlfriend take off her jacket and
toss it onto the table in the foyer/dining room. The
couch was in plain view from the door, and Anya
chuckled at the sight of her lover masturbating. She
heard the TV and guessed what Liz was watching fairly
easily.
"Hey...hon." Liz said with slight difficulty, focusing
on her impending orgasm. Since someone was watching her
now, it heightened her arousal and the pleasure of
getting herself off. Anya walked over into the living
room and stood there. She glanced over at the TV.
"You think we should find a third wheel soon?" Anya
asked, returning her gaze to the sight of Liz
masturbating.
"Strap-ons...didn't...work too well." Liz grunted. She
was really close.
"I can have someone for Saturday night." Anya said
coyly. That pushed Liz over the edge. The thought that
the day after tomorrow she could have a cock fuck her
again was just a little too much and she came, her body
stiffening as her back arched and her hips bucked a
little against her hand. Liz let the orgasm's crest
break over her body, tensing her thighs to extract as
much pleasure possible from the come. Anya watched,
fascinated at how Liz looked in orgasm. Liz opened her
eyes and Stared into Anya's, them keeping eye contact
until the pleasure subsided from Liz's body.
Anya sat next to Liz on the couch, taking her hand from
her panties. She sucked Liz's juices off her fingers.
Anya stared down at Liz's crotch, how her panties were
stained dark in the center from Liz's orgasm. She got
on top of Liz and lay on her, bringing their faces
together for a kiss. Mutually this time they opened
their lips so as to rub their tongues together, the
slick, weird feeling turning both on, even Liz, despite
her very recent orgasm. After a few seconds Anya lifted
her head.
"I'm hungry." She said.
"Pussy or potato pancakes?" Liz asked. Anya looked deep
into Liz's eyes and they touched noses.
"How about potato pancakes for dinner and pussy for
dessert?" she suggested. Liz chuckled.
"Sounds good to me." They kissed again and got up from
the couch. Anya removed her jeans, placing them in an
unused chair at the table. Liz was puzzled.
"Why are you undressing now?" Liz asked. Anya turned
and smiled.
"How about no clothes tonight?" she asked. Liz
laughed."
"Sounds good, my horny love." Liz slid Anya's panties
off her body and stepped out of them, pulling her shirt
over her head. Anya was nude from the waist down now as
well and had unbuttoned her shirt and undone her bra,
shrugging both off simultaneously.
Liz went into the kitchen and got the crock that kept
the pancakes warm and a couple other things that she'd
already gotten out and brought them to the table. Anya
was back by the TV. The man had ejaculated into his
partner's body, and the camera had zoomed in on her
pussy, and the white semen oozing out of her vagina.
The sight reminded her of fond memories from long ago
as she switched off the TV and joined Liz at the table.
"Pancakes, syrup, butter." She said as she set each
item down in order. Anya began helping herself to
pancakes, putting three on her plate and buttering each
one as Liz sat opposite her at the small square table.
After Liz helped herself, they began eating, though
neither was really focused on it. Liz kept glancing at
Anya's breasts, perfectly firm and hung just right, the
nipples erect from arousal caused by the situation. Liz
was aware of her own nipples being very stiff and knew
that the girl sitting across from her was looking at
them too.
Though their relationship was very sexual, very
oriented around making love, this was a bit unusual. It
was only when Liz saw Anya helping herself to her
fourth pancake that she realized Anya's left hand had
been under the table for quite some time. Liz reached
up with her foot and carefully put it between Anya's
legs, right over her rhythmically moving hand. Anya
jumped a bit.
"Having fun?" Liz asked, chuckling. Anya laughed.
"Sorry, it's just that, your breasts are so wonderful
to look at, I was thinking about touching them, sucking
them." She admitted, bringing her hand back above the
table and wiping it in her napkin. Liz shrugged,
chuckling again. Sometimes it amazed her just how much
Anya seemed like a nymphomaniac. Then she decided to go
along.
"Y'know, I feel like dessert now." Liz sighed, pushing
her plate back and stretching her arms over her head so
that her breasts lay taut on her chest, nipples
standing out like pencil erasers. Anya pushed her plate
back too, though she dragged her hand through the syrup
on her plate before standing.
"Oh no!" she melodramatically said, bringing her
dripping hand up to her chest, the dark brown syrup
dripping onto her breasts. "Oh now, what have I done?"
she asked very obviously, making exaggerated gestures
and rubbing the syrup all over her breasts. Liz had had
enough, pushing her seat back to stand. "How can I get
this off-mmfp!" Anya giggled through her speech as Liz
walked around the table and locked lips with her.
They broke apart and Anya went over to the couch and
laid down face-up, her breasts still stained a little
tan. Liz lay down on top of her, offset through so she
could give oral attentions to her lover's chest. Her
navel was above Anya's vulva though, and she could feel
the heat coming off her genitals. Liz licked all around
the base of Anya's opulent orbs of flesh, rubbing her
tongue in sawing motions to get every speck of sugar
off her smooth skin.
Anya moaned in ecstasy from the simple pleasure of
being licked, her pussy dampening quickly. Liz moved to
Anya's right nipple, taking the whole areola into her
mouth and applying strong suction to the area as she
thumbed it with her tongue.
"Mmmm!" Anya moaned, her legs moving to wrap around
Liz's body. Liz was kissing Anya's tit now, making
sucking noises as Anya squirmed under the attention.
She moved to her right breast, her right hand massaging
the one she had just come off of. With both her breasts
getting attention now, Anya knew she was very close
indeed. She could taste her orgasm off in the distance.
Liz now focused on Anya's nipples, sucking strongly on
her right tit and rubbing her left one.
"Oh god!" Anya gasped, climaxing. Her back arched and
her hips thrust up as she came, the crest of the wave
crashing over her body, her sopping, hot pussy just
touching Liz's belly before the orgasm subsided and her
muscles relaxed. Anya still panting, Liz moved up to
kiss Anya on the lips, their tongues flicking at each
other. Liz caught Anya's tongue in her mouth and sucked
it as she pulled out. The intense erotic sensations
from this made her cum again, though it was only a
small one. Anya giggled.
"Mmm, I came again from the kissing." She giggled. They
kissed again.
"I know, I felt your abdomen twitch again." Liz replied
in her seductive voice. She bowed her head to the nape
of Anya's neck and began kissing her there, flicking
her tongue against her hot skin. Anya moaned softly,
embracing her lover tightly.
"Liz..." she said quietly. Liz paused for a moment.
"Please eat me." She said, a hint of desperation in her
voice. Liz chuckled, feeling a building lust in her
body that needed to be quelled.
"One condition." She replied. She got off of Anya,
standing for a moment before turning around and laying
back down on Anya, but the other way, so they were in a
69 position.
"I like your terms." Anya said, reaching up to part
Liz's womanhood. A drop of Liz' arousal fell from her
hot, wet vulva onto Anya's lip. She promptly licked the
savory flavor off and raised her head, feeling the heat
coming off of Liz's beautiful, dark pink folds.
Simultaneously, she felt Liz's tongue swipe her slit
from her clit to past her vagina, which made her gasp
from surprise. Liz used her tongue to push down between
Anya's slick lips and into her vagina. Anya moaned,
burying her face in Liz's snatch, matching Liz's
movements. Liz flicked her tongue against Anya's clit,
and Anya did the same to Liz, bursts of pleasure
radiating from their groins. Liz kissed Anya's vulva,
sucking on the hot, slippery flesh, she did likewise to
the Latin American nymph above her.
"Oh god Anya, I love the way you can lick pussy so
good!" Liz moaned, taking a tiny break from eating out
her partner to get a breath of air. She blew a bit of
cold air over Anya's vulva, eliciting another moan.
Anya hummed a reply and began sucking directly on Liz's
clit, and Liz felt another strong jolt of pleasure race
through her. She buried her face back in her lover's
snatch, matching Anya's sucking.
Liz's tongue and lips were so focused on the task at
hand Anya became distracted, breaking contact with her
lover's vulva, not able to focus herself because of the
pleasurable tension radiating from her loins. She
resigned herself and relaxed her neck, waiting for the
coming orgasm to rape her nervous system
"Oh god Elizabeth!" Anya half moaned, half grunted as
she came, squeezing her arms around Liz's thighs and
her legs around Liz's head. Liz kept Anya's legs apart
with her arms, fighting to maintain access to the horny
woman's gushing pussy, not relenting on her oral
ministrations.
Anya moaned loudly, taking sharp breaths as her pussy
exploded in pleasure, a white-hot ball of orgasmic
energy bursting in her abdomen. Her hips bucked against
Liz's continuing, merciless cunnilation. Every nerve in
her body was alight with passion, her toes curled and
her legs stiff as boards. Her orgasm peaked again as
Liz's tongue pushed as deep as it would go into Anya's
vagina, her continued suction stimulating almost every
nerve in Anya's vulva.
"Eliz-pant-beth...stop, please!" Anya cried, helpless
against the awe inspiring pleasure her partner was
giving her. It was just them in the world right now,
just them making love with each other, giving the
ultimate gift, the gift of intimacy that only sex like
this could bring.
"Okay, I'll bring you down." Liz grunted, taking some
more air as she lifted her face from between Anya's
legs. Anya's cum was spattered over her face, around
her mouth and was smeared all over Anya's pussy. Liz
inserted a finger into Anya's vagina and kept it there
while her body's convulsions slowed. Liz could hear the
Russian woman's panting slow, its harshness leave. When
Liz felt Anya's pussy squeeze her finger no longer, she
pulled it out and began licking the cum off her lover's
genitals, taking care not to lick antagonistically any
sensitive parts.
Anya's pubic region clean, Liz again maneuvered herself
so she was face to face with her girlfriend, who needed
no prompting to begin licking and sucking Liz's face
clean. When there was no more of her cum on Liz's face,
she began kissing her deeply, initiating the inevitable
tongue play. They rubbed their tongues together,
absolutely loving the ease and slickness that sharing
cum brought. They broke apart, Anya sucking on Liz's
tongue this time. Liz closed her eyes and moaned,
because as soon as Liz's tongue left Anya's lips she
had a small orgasm. She took a deep breath and stared
into Anya's eyes.
"I love you so much." She said, brushing a stray lock
of Anya's bangs from her face. Anya chuckled.
"Shit, you just gave me two huge orgasms, I should be
on my hands and knees worshipping you right now."
"Hey, don't give me any ideas." Liz said with a
sarcastic warning tone in her voice, an eyebrow raised.
They both laughed. They brought their lips together for
another kiss.
"Let's retire to bed, I'm tired." Anya yawned. Liz
frowned.
"Hey, what about me? I want to cum too." She had a look
of mock frustration on her face. Anya rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She said, her voice sarcastically grudging.
"Lay on your back." She said. Liz complied, first
sitting-up on Anya's lap and then reclining back on the
other end of the couch. She scooted her but back until
she was in a near-sitting position, then stopped.
"Wait, Anya, get on the floor." She said.
"On my back?" she asked, pushing herself up and getting
down on her hands and knees.
"Yeah, just lay back, here." Liz said, getting off the
couch too and handing Anya a pillow as she lay down.
Any had the idea by now.
"Oh, you kneeling?" she asked. Liz nodded and Anya
chuckled, putting the pillow behind her head and
getting comfortable. Liz kneeled down, straddling
Anya's face, her pussy just centimeters away. Anya
wrapped her arms around Liz's thighs and went to work,
pulling Liz's pussy to her mouth and suckling on Liz's
clit like a nipple. Liz felt her breasts firm up again
and her nipples ignite like matchsticks, jolts of
pleasure streaking through her body with each stroke of
Anya's tongue across her hot pussy.
"Oh yessssss." She said richly, feeling an orgasm
welling up inside her abdomen. She put a little more
weight on Anya's face, and she took it as a sign to
press harder. She increased the pressure she applied to
her lover's snatch, especially her clit. Liz was
swaying now, her head back and her eyes closed. She had
both hands firmly on her breasts, readying herself for
orgasm.
It took one final lick from the bottom of her pussy to
her clit for Liz to come, and come she did. Anya's
mouth flooded with Liz's ejaculate, she tried to catch
it all while still stimulating Liz's genitals. She
managed somehow to keep her tongue flicking Liz'
throbbing clit, sustaining the Latino's orgasm through
one peak and onto the next. Liz gritted her teeth in an
attempt to control her orgasm, but she succumbed to the
pleasure, to the strong muscular contractions in her
pussy. The white-hot sensations radiated out from her
vulva, her legs were as tense as steel.
After another fifteen seconds, Liz's orgasm subsided,
and she relaxed, taking a big, deep breath. She looked
down at the face that had made her cum with a loving
expression.
"Did I?" she asked. The nod and slightly bulged cheeks
were a very convincing answer. She collapsed off to the
side of her lover and pulled her into a kiss. They
opened their mouths and snowballed Liz's ejaculate for
a few seconds, each taking a little and swallowing.
When it was just their tongues, they drew away from
each other. Liz sighed, deeply fulfilled.
"Still want to go to bed?" she asked. Anya nodded.
And so they ascended the stairs to the upper level of
their apartment, falling on their bed naked, sweaty,
and in each other's arms. They were asleep in minutes,
a deep, absolutely restful post-orgasmic slumber that
they remained in for many hours thereafter.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
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