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Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - 2
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)

***

The continuing saga of a pretty, young hermaphrodite 
woman with a wounded spirit who tests the masculine 
side of her sexuality with a seasoned pro - a lesbian 
call-girl. They experience a night neither will ever 
forget. (FF, cons, herm, 1st, oral, prost) 

*** 

PART 2: The Magic Night

Dana woke up late the next morning in the same mood. 
Her happiness continued as she got dressed and on 
through her brunch. There was only one thing for a 
girl to do when she is that happy; Dana went shopping. 
She leisurely browsed and came across a sleek little 
spaghetti-strap, black-satin dress that fit entirely 
too good and made her look positively delicious. She 
got a pair of black, patent leather sandals with four-
inch heels that her mother would definitely not have 
approved of and a matching purse on sale. The day was 
passing all so good and the approaching evening was 
constantly on her mind. 

She went down to City Park and strolled around the 
flower gardens. Every time she came across an 
exceptionally pretty young lady she would watch her 
intently and wonder, 'Could that be Angel?' The whole 
day just glowed with excitement and it all seemed to 
revolve around her, her secret, and what awaited her 
at the end of the day. She sipped wine on a restaurant 
balcony in the late afternoon sun like a baroness on 
tour. She dined in a posh downtown hotel lobby 
listening to a baroque quartet. 

When it was time to get ready for her date Dana went 
back to her room, put on some light, smooth music, lit 
an exotically scented candle and took a long bubble 
bath. She rose from her bath, dried, put on her face, 
and then powdered her body, tending to every detail 
expressly for the benefit of her lover. Just like 
everything she had done that day, it was all done to 
prepare her mind for this night. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. Was she ready for 
this? Was she ready to make love to another woman? Was 
she pushing this or was it pushing her? She looked 
down at her sex, the cause of her being there for this 
purpose. The straggly triangular patch of hair framed 
the slit of her mons. Through the hair her inner labia 
protruded, thin and brown. Above the shriveled flaps 
hung it, her penis, limp and small. She lifted it 
between her fingers and wondered how this little piece 
of flesh would figure into tonight's events. 

She needed to get going. She pulled apart her inner 
labia and stretched them wide. She folded her clitoris 
down between them, and then tucked one of her labia 
over it and then the other over both of them. Once 
everything was wrapped up she brushed her red curls 
over it and patted it all down. This was the way she 
had disguised her genitals for years. Short of close 
inspection, it could have fooled anyone; in fact it 
had. 

She slipped on a pair of plain, black panties and 
pressed the material down around her mound assuring 
herself it was all tucked safely away. Next came her 
black pantyhose which she stepped into deftly and then 
smoothed them slowly up each leg. Pulling them up to 
her waist she ran her hands over the material 
confiding herself in her round, firm little tushie. 
She looked at herself again in the mirror. This is 
what her lover would see. 'Nothing scary here,' she 
thought. It was the reflection of a pretty, slender, 
young woman, lacking in most of the curvaceous padding 
that drove men wild but a gracefully alluring sex 
partner none the less. Taking the little black dress 
she just bought from the hanger, she pulled it on over 
her head and zipped it up the back. She pushed the 
fabric around her small but pert breasts to press and 
center the little rascals into place. Looking back at 
her reflection she checked herself out. Better looking 
than she had dreamed, too good to keep cooped up. She 
fluffed up her hair a bit and stepped into her new 
black heels. 

This was it. Dana paused at the door, took a deep 
breath and she was off. The restaurant was just a half 
a block away so for simplicity's sake she decided to 
walk. She approached the diner carefully not knowing 
what to expect. The image flashed through her mind of 
some gaudily painted bimbo in clichéd street hooker 
garb parading around like a neon sign. She decided to 
take a circuitous route around the back of the 
building to give herself some discretionary 
maneuverability. 

As she emerged from the back side of the restaurant 
she saw Angel's car, a white Beetle-Cabriolet. Just as 
she saw it she noticed the woman getting out and 
walking around to the back of the car. The woman had 
thick, long, wavy reddish-brown hair that was parted 
high on one side and spilled freely over her 
shoulders. She was very tastefully dressed wearing a 
tight, black maxi that clung to her every curve and a 
dark, flower-print blouse that seemed tailored to fit 
her proud, firm bosom. She stepped gracefully atop a 
sleek pair of three-inch pumps. As she walked to the 
back of her car she pulled a shawl up around her 
shoulders. Dana stopped and marveled at how elegantly 
the woman moved as she walked away from the car and 
slowly turned around to look about the parking lot. 

Dana walked toward her. From thirty yards away she 
could discern how handsome this woman was. At twenty 
yards even more so and she began to doubt if this 
woman could really be a call girl let alone a lesbian. 
At ten yards the woman turned to face her with her 
head tilted slightly to one side and a slight smile of 
anticipation on her lips. Dana stopped and asked, 
"Angel?" 

Angel nodded her head, smiled broadly and said, 
"Dana?" 

"Yes," Dana replied, "I'm so glad to meet you." 

Angel held out her hands which Dana clasped and they 
extended their faces together for a welcoming peck on 
the cheek. "You're so pretty," exclaimed Angel, 
reaching her hand up to touch Dana's chin, "You didn't 
mention you were so pretty." Dana blushed in quiet 
gratitude as the two paused and regarded each other in 
the dimming light. 

Dana was at a loss for words. To call Angel beautiful 
would be a gross understatement. She was distractingly 
gorgeous, striking to the point of being intimidating. 
She was of college age but certainly no older than 
twenty-two. Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair 
was a heart-shaped face. Above her dainty chin two 
rich full lips blossomed surrounded by a pair of tiny 
dimples that danced around her mouth's every move. 
Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones. Large, 
clear, pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed 
brightly under brows that arched exotically upward 
toward the outside of her face. She was flawless, 
every curve and line of her face was perfect, not a 
single feature detracted from any other. "You're the 
pretty one," was all she could say, "Why aren't you in 
the movies?" 

"Oh. Thank you, honey," said Angel. Just then a large 
group started to come out of the restaurant, putting 
them on edge. "Let's get out of the open," she quietly 
suggested, "Where's your car?" 

"I walked," said Dana motioning toward her motel, "I'm 
staying close by." 

Angel nodded to her car and said with a smile and a 
wink, "Quick, get in." 

Dana could scarcely conceal her enthusiasm, Angel was 
much better looking than she had anticipated and that 
alone was alleviating layer after layer of anxiety. 
Angel's overwhelmingly appealing looks and warm 
reception gave this entire endeavor an air of 
acceptability. This evening was promising to be better 
than she had hoped. Once inside they turned in their 
seats and faced each other with excited smiles. All 
was hushed and still but the soft swish of passing 
cars. Again the two women froze and gauged each 
other's eyes, especially Dana. 

Angel had that natural charisma that all attractive 
people possess but in her case it was far more 
intense, exaggerated by her sensuality and the nature 
of this meeting. Dana felt ingratiated to be in her 
gaze, but to be in close proximity to her or to be the 
focus of her attention was almost intoxicating. 

"So... are you ready for this," Angel asked, 
dispensing of all pretense? 

"Yes... I've been ready for a long time... it's been 
inevitable, I guess. When you're born like me... you 
go through life facing a wider variety of options, 
'you know? I always knew I would have to... to try 
this or something like this some time. To try 
something like... what I think we're going to do. I've 
only had husband-and-family type ambitions, really, 
but..." stumbled Dana, she was nervous and it was all 
coming out in twisted pieces, she felt she needed to 
explain herself, to justify her reason for this 
encounter, to bare herself. It was a rare occurrence 
in her life when she could freely discuss her sexual 
nature, she wanted it clear and complete. 

Maybe it was Angel's alluring demeanor or just the 
business nature of this one night stand but she felt 
she could open up to her. Angel seemed sympathetic to 
her struggle, patting her knee and looking into her 
eyes imploringly. 

"I'm a girl." Dana continued with more control, "I was 
raised as a girl. I've always liked boys but... my 
anatomy... portends... um... suggests alternate... 
possibilities that have always made me... wonder. Just 
to try it once. I don't know...with another... That 
doesn't make me weird, does it?" 

"Honey, of course not," chided Angel, she 
affectionately brushed Dana's cheek. "I run into all 
kinds of ladies with the same curiosity, especially 
college aged ones. It's harmless, in fact it's almost 
natural. Do you have somebody... a regular guy?" 

Dana was thrilled by Angel's touch; she was so 
straight forward and uninhibited in her expression. 
"Not right now," replied Dana, dropping her eyes in 
reticence. "There was a guy... in college. But he had 
a hard time... you know, dealing with it." 

"We'll take care of that," said Angel. She picked up 
Dana's hand, brought it slowly to her face, and kissed 
it on the palm then held it on her lap. "I'm going to 
be real good to you." 

The sensuous gesture made Dana's head spin. "How... 
how about you, Angel," asked Dana awkwardly? She 
sought a heartfelt exchange to match her own. "Why 
girls instead of guys? How did you get... in the 
business?" 

Her friend chuckled, "Violett. My real name is 
Violett. Angel is a name C.J. gave me back when we 
were tight." She looked down at her lap in self 
conscious fashion, petting Dana's hand, "I've always 
favored girls. I guess men seem too transparent to me. 
Women... trade their affections at so many different 
levels, making love with them is so rewarding. To me, 
women... are like... beautifully wrapped packages of 
pretty ribbons and bows... and inside are intricately 
unique prizes to release and interact with. I guess 
I've become a kind of sex fiend, every new lover is a 
carnival, every old lover is a cherished piece of me. 
Um... the business? Well... I used to hang around the 
night clubs to meet other girls but I got so tired of 
the mob scenes. It gets real crazy in there, some 
women even get into fights over you." 

That brought a smile to Dana, she knew all about that. 
"C.J. used to be my steady. She works for an escort 
service so I go through her just to maintain some 
order. My favorite friends can always reach me but I 
find new ones through C.J and so... there I was... 
waiting for you." 

That all made sense to Dana, she felt like she was 
dealing with a person now and not just a service 
provider. "Have you had a lot of lovers," she asked, 
she was becoming fascinated with this young lady? 

"Quite a few. It sounds odd but I treasure them all," 
said Violett. "I try to do right by them, I try to 
please them to the best of my ability because they 
give me so much joy in return. I'll settle on just one 
someday. But not until I'm satisfied that I won't be 
missing out on something." 

Her appeal was tugging heavily on Dana, she felt 
anxious to find out exactly what kind of offerings lay 
behind such bold claims. "I'm anxious to be your 
next," she said earnestly. 

"There's no need to rush. We can stay here and get to 
know each other," offered Violett, obviously in much 
better control of herself. 

"We can get to know each other in my room, too," 
pressed Dana. 

Violett smiled wickedly and started the car. Dana 
directed her to her motel and a close place to park. 
Getting out of the car Dana led Violett across the lot 
and to her room. She was so excited and nervous that 
someone would see them. She made a quick glance over 
her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. It all 
felt so cloak-and-dagger, so illicitly sinister and 
yet so delightfully exciting. She pulled out her room 
key and plied it to the door knob. Her hands were 
shaking so bad she could not find the key hole. 

"' you need some help, honey," Violett softly asked 
over her shoulder? 

Dana was so excited she began to giggle. "I... I think 
I've got it." The key sank home, she twisted the knob 
and the room sucked them both in. Dana quickly closed 
the door and locked it, switched on the light and 
turned to her guest. She watched Violett, surveying 
the room, in the soft amber light. She studied 
Violett's every line and curve. She watched the 
shadows play over her form as she turned in the light 
and all the time confiding herself that this beautiful 
creature was hers and had come to please her and serve 
her desire. 

After panning the room Violett faced her, smiled 
seductively and let her shawl and bag fall to the 
floor. She placed her hands on the front of her thighs 
and pulled them slowly upward to rest on her hips as 
she posed herself. There was no doubt, this stunningly 
beautiful woman was born to please and she yearned for 
her audience's lustful stare. The two just stood there 
and drank in each other. 

Suddenly the phone rang catching Dana completely off 
guard. No one knew she was there, who could possibly 
be calling her? 

"That'll be C.J.," Violett calmly spoke, almost as if 
expecting the interruption. "She has to check on me 
every half hour to make sure I'm alright." 

'Angel' was a valuable asset and, of course, had to be 
protected. Dana shrugged and gestured toward the 
phone. 

Picking it up Violett spoke into the receiver, 
"Apricot 3, 2, 1," obviously some agreed-upon code to 
let C.J. know she was not under duress. "Yeah... Well, 
we just got here... Look, I'd like to skip the check-
ins tonight. We want to be left alone... I'll take 
responsibility..." Then she turned to Dana, looked her 
up and down and smiled, "Absolutely adorable... 
Later," and hung up the phone. 

She felt flattered by the remark but it was not lost 
on Dana for what they were in that dank, strange room. 
It was time to arrange things and then take 
possession. "We need to discuss your fee," she said, 
trying hard not to let her nervousness show. She would 
hate to admit it but she was beginning to like the 
authoritative control that the roll of consumer gave 
her over this encounter. She was sure now; she was 
definitely going to enjoy this. 

"' you mean C.J.? Don't worry about C.J... I'll take 
care of C.J.," said Violett as she walked over to the 
bathroom, opened it and peeked inside. 

"But what about your fee," asked Dana? She was a bit 
perplexed as Violett brushed pass her, lightly stroked 
her cheek and then ducked her head inside the closet 
and looked around. 'What is she looking for? Does she 
think I'm a cop or something?' Dana wondered. 

"That's mostly for the bull-dykes. They're revolting," 
Violett replied with a smile. Standing right in front 
of her she slowly reached behind Dana and slid the 
chain over the bracket on the door. She remained 
there, leaning against the door, not a foot away from 
Dana, crowding her, beaming with self-assurance. 

Again Dana sensed that overpowering charisma that she 
had experienced in the car. She felt control slipping 
back over to the seductress. She struggled with the 
notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to 
Violett's charm. "H-how do we start this," Dana asked? 

Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice. "The 
gentry... usually start with me giving them a bubble 
bath; they expect to be pampered." Her fingers touched 
the back of Dana's hand and slowly glided up her arm, 
"The working girls... want me to give them a body 
massage first; they like to be adored." Her eyes 
followed her fingers as they moved over Dana's 
shoulder and then lightly danced around the nape of 
her neck, "The matronly types... prefer to give me a 
bath; they need to nurture and redeem me." Violett 
combed her fingers through the red curls of Dana's 
hair. 

"The diesel-dykes... they want a strip tease. Gusto-
lust, I guess," she added in a comically flat tone. 
The back of her hand and fingers gently traced the 
features of Dana's face, "Most of the curious first-
timers... like show and tell. They need assurance, 
guidance... cautious exploration... a patient 
companion that won't rush ahead of them." Violett drew 
herself closer, using the back of her free hand she 
caressed Dana's tummy and then up between her breasts. 

Dana felt like she was falling under some spell. The 
warmth of the woman's body, the scent of her cologne, 
the softness of her touch, the smooth confidence of 
her manner, and the lure of her beauty were all 
working to enchant Dana into carnal abandonment. They 
were now sharing their breath in the tight space 
between them. Dana felt as if she were in the grasp of 
a thousand arms, all pulling her closer to this 
overwhelmingly enticing creature, her arousal was 
driven higher than she had ever known. "Which do you 
prefer," she asked as an offering to her partner's 
delight? 

"I like romance," said Violett. Her fingers slowly 
encircled the back of Dana's neck. She pulled closer, 
lightly touching her cheek to Dana's. Whispering in 
her ear, "I like the spontaneous reactions of an 
entwined embrace." Violett's other hand cupped behind 
Dana's elbow and Dana reciprocated. "I like the 
singular consciousness that erupts from passion," she 
continued, "I let my actions get carried by the 
moment." Those words touched her so deeply. She now 
wanted to merge her soul to this woman. 

Dana felt their breasts press against each other and 
then the flatness of their stomachs. Her heart pounded 
in her chest, her breath was coming in tattered rasps. 
Violett turned her head and gently touched her lips to 
Dana's cheek and then drug them slowly toward Dana's 
lips. A kiss was coming and Dana could hardly wait, 
she closed her eyes and turned her head to accept it. 
She no longer doubted if she could make love to 
another woman, the only question now was 'Could she 
stop?' At this point if Violett asked her to drop 
everything and run away with her to the far corner of 
the earth, she would gladly do it. 

Dana pursed her lips for the kiss and she felt the 
light touch of Violett's lips brushing over hers. They 
traced the outline of Dana's mouth, caressing, teasing 
until Dana was trembling in anticipation of that kiss. 
And then it came, Violett pressed her lips full to 
Dana's and they both moaned softly in relief. Dana 
dropped her purse, their arms locked around each 
other's backs, and they pulled themselves together 
tightly, bringing their hips and thighs into the 
embrace. 

Violett's kiss was soft and tender. Her tongue slowly 
entered Dana's mouth, not the darting rush and ravage 
of the lust-starved, but a calm push to wrap around 
Dana's in its own embrace. Violett did not paw at her; 
one arm firmly encircled her upper back while the 
other hand gently pressed the back of her head. Her 
kiss was nourishment to the soul, loving and sublime, 
offered like a mother suckling her child. 

Dana did not cling so much as hung in Violett's arms, 
the room was spinning, the world outside vanished, and 
she completely lost all track of time. 'How could this 
be,' wondered Dana, 'How could there be such power in 
just a kiss? How does she know me like a book?' As 
stunning as it was for her, she was kissing another 
woman - deeply - and she was losing herself in it. 

She could have gladly dangled there like that all 
night but Violett slowly withdrew and then broke the 
kiss. Almost in slow motion Dana felt Violett's lips 
kissing their way under her chin, along her jaw line 
and then down her neck. It occurred to her how his 
victim would feel just before the vampire bights; Dana 
would have spilled forth her life to her lover. The 
chain of kisses trailed across Dana's chest and she 
stood on her toes to aid the trek. She wanted more; 
she had to offer her breasts. Reaching behind her 
back, Dana feverishly unhooked and unzipped her dress 
then pulled the straps off of her shoulders. The 
material peeled away and cool air closed upon her 
exposed skin. Violett's kisses followed as Dana's head 
fell back in rapt abandonment. 

Pulling Dana with her, Violett stepped backward to the 
bed and sat down on its edge. With her dress collapsed 
around her waist, Dana stood before her lover, 
presenting her breasts for Violett's attention. 
Hesitating not to force nor hinder, Dana rested her 
hands on Violett's shoulders as she ever so tenderly 
kissed one nipple then the other. She then gently 
sucked one into her mouth, rolling it between her lips 
while slowly gliding her tongue back and forth over 
the tip. Dana had never had such adoring attention 
paid to her breasts. She enwrapped Violett's head with 
one arm and stroked her luxurious hair with her other 
hand. 'So this is ravenous desire,' she thought. 

Dana was experiencing her arousal deeply. She had been 
getting that squishy feeling while they kissed, her 
sex was responding naturally to the strong prompt of 
passion's calling. Her penis was growing, stiffening 
and pressing against its restraints. She felt a strong 
urge to free it and to press her sensitive organ 
against something for relief. Violett's hands dropped 
slowly to Dana's hips which were now rolling slowly 
forward and back. 

Reaching behind Dana, Violett groped for the dress's 
zipper. Deftly unzipping it further, her fingers 
pulled the smooth fabric over Dana's firm rump and 
then let the dress go to crumple at Dana's feet. With 
her hands still cupped over Dana's butt, Violett 
released Dana's nipple and stood up kissing Dana's 
throat all the way until coming again to Dana's mouth. 
Then, more of that sweet kiss. 

Dana wanted her new lover to join her nude freedom and 
started to feverishly unbutton her blouse. Pulling it 
from out of the skirt, she opened the blouse wide and 
pushed it over Violett's shoulders. Violett was 
completely cooperative and let the garment fall off 
her arms. Next came her bra. Dana expertly unhooked 
the black, lacy brassier, slipped the straps over 
Violett's shoulders and then pulled the cups away. 

Dana drew Violett toward herself and felt the firm 
mounds with their hard tips press against her own. 
When Violett's naked flesh came into contact with 
Dana's she moaned and hugged Dana tight. They lost 
themselves again in their kiss and they each pressed 
as much of their flesh together as they could. Their 
hands and arms explored each other's backs in long 
undulating caresses. 

It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt. 
She unhooked the waist clasp and pushed down the 
zipper. Dana did the rest by sliding it past Violett's 
round butt. Expecting panties beneath, she instead 
found the silky smooth fabric of a slip. She hooked 
her thumbs over the waistband and pushed it down to 
drop in the heap of clothes around their feet. As she 
dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the 
stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness. 
She realized it was one of those old-fashioned garter-
belts. Equipment she knew nothing about so she 
disregarded it. 

Dana absolutely loved the embrace but she was 
struggling with deep urges to bring her sex into this 
encounter. More importantly, her swelling member was 
yearning to be freed and causing her some deal of 
discomfort. Violett must have sensed her frustration, 
she gently dug her fingers under the waistband of 
Dana's pantyhose and panties and eased them down past 
Dana's hips. The instant the restraining fabric was 
pushed away, Dana's erection flew free from the clasp 
of the enveloping labia and sprang outward, bouncing 
between Violett's thighs to rest firmly against the 
crotch of Violett's panties. Relief at last. 

Violett gasped at the surprise introduction and became 
immediately intrigued by the new participant. She 
moved a hand in between them and pulled back slightly. 
As she did, Dana's erect member popped up toward 
Dana's tummy to be caught in Violett's fingers. 
Violett tenderly wrapped her fingers around it and 
gently gauged it. Dana was spellbound that someone 
would finally show her secret appendage the attention 
it craved. 

Violett wanted a closer look. Breaking their kiss, she 
turned them both completely around to put Dana in the 
light and then sank down to the floor on her knees. 
Unable to take her eyes off Dana's erection, she 
quickly peeled down the pantyhose and helped Dana step 
out of them and her shoes. The look on Violett's face 
was one of joyous wonder. She reached toward Dana's 
genitals but then abruptly stopped and looked up to 
Dana as if saying, 'May I?' Dana stroked Violett's 
head and smiled down at her. Violett's touch was soft 
and slow. Her one hand delicately clasped the finger 
sized organ while her other hand gently spread and 
probed the swollen flaps of labia apart. 

"Ohhhhhh..." breathed Violett. "Oh, honey... it's so 
beautiful." She looked up into Dana's eyes, "So very 
beautiful." 

Dana was so pleased with the praise. And then came 
something beyond her imagination. Violett tenderly 
hugged the enormous, swollen clitoris to her cheek. 
The touch was so soft and smooth. Violett turned her 
head and kissed it, and again, and again. Dana nearly 
fainted; those soft, supple lips were like no 
stimulation she could have ever created and the 
pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her nerves were 
loaded to capacity and she started trembling and 
twitching in the calamity. 

Her amazement was surpassed as Violett's tongue 
dragged its way up and down Dana's secret treasure, 
treating her to gratification like she had never 
dreamed possible. It wasn't too long before one very 
long lick circled around the tip, then the lips spread 
over the head and Violett's mouth slowly engulfed it, 
all the way to its base. Dana was overwhelmed. The 
warm, wet embrace and deft tongue caress were absolute 
heaven. Her knees buckled and she sank down. Her butt 
just barely caught the edge of the bed as her arms 
reached back blindly for support. 

Violett followed her, braced her to help her fall, and 
shielded her teeth to prevent Dana from harm but kept 
her mouth on her quarry. She wound an arm under Dana's 
thigh, around her hip, and place a palm gently over 
Dana's tummy in both an embrace and a caress. Her 
other hand again parted Dana's ample lips and slowly 
slithered a middle finger into Dana's vagina. 
Violett's head picked up speed as she raised and 
lowered her mouth on Dana's erection, her tongue 
whipped back and forth on the underside with every 
pass. She intermittently pushed back the foreskin and 
swirled her tongue around the very sensitive tip. Her 
lips formed a firm, tight ring and she sucked hard, 
heightening all of the wonderful new sensations 
assailing Dana's underappreciated appendage. 
Meanwhile, her finger explored Dana's depths and then 
her palm turned upward as her finger curled to press 
upward on an ever so delightful place. 

Dana was helpless against the surmounting pleasure. It 
was coming, no way to stop it. A huge orgasm 
approached; not the vagina kind, the clitoris kind. 
Her knees flew wide apart, her toes curled, her back 
arched. Dana knew what would come with it and she 
wanted to warn her lover. "I'm going to..." She 
reached a hand to Violett's forehead to get her 
attention. Violett only intensified her actions, 
making them each more deliberate. "I'm... cuh...cuh... 
Oh the delight, such tremendous delight," she gasped 
and let go. 

The tension building up in Dana all week exploded into 
a nerve shaking flash of pleasure. Dana fell back on 
the bed while her hips strained upward. Her first 
spurt gushed from her urethra and hit Violett in the 
chin. Violett paused only briefly in surprise but kept 
on pumping gently on Dana's rigid flesh. Dana let out 
a soft groan as the second spurt shot out over 
Violett's upturned palm. 

Dana jerked and twitched sporadically on the bed as 
the remainder of her ejaculation dribbled out and ran 
down her cleft mons. Her hips pumped slowly as she 
enjoyed an orgasm in ways she never had before. 
Violett stayed with her, slowing down the bobbing of 
her head and stilling her tongue, soothingly. She 
continued until Dana stopped shaking and her breathing 
normalized and then became still, just holding the 
overwrought organ with her tongue. 

Dana's hands lifted slowly to Violett's head and then 
tenderly stroked her hair. With the most tranquil of 
expressions on her face, she drifted in her post 
climatic bliss. Her mind was lost in the wonder of 
Violett's selfless gift. 

Once Dana became still and quiet, Violett pulled out 
her finger, released her clit, and began to lick the 
length of Dana's parted labia. She tenderly tongue-
bathed the whole area, not stopping until Dana weakly 
raised herself upright. Violett looked up at Dana with 
an expression of conciliatory inquisition. When Dana 
smiled, Violett quickly wiped off her chin and her 
palm on the bedspread and threw her arms around her. 
Dana hugged her to her chest, kissed the top of her 
head and whispered, "Thank you... thank you so very 
much. Never have I... Ohhhh, never." Mere words were 
not enough.

The two women remained motionless as happy thoughts of 
completeness swam in Dana's mind. Meanwhile, Dana's 
undaunted erection nestled between the soft pillows of 
Violett's breasts. This party was far from over and 
Dana's imagination was ripe with plenty more trysts to 
engage in. She pulled back from Violett, taking her 
softly by her cheeks and said, "There's something I've 
always wanted to do." Violett's face lit up and she 
rose to her feet. Dana scooted to the center of the 
bed, tucking her legs underneath herself and sat up, 
waiting in eager anticipation. 

Dana watched Violett seductively tuck her fingers 
under her panties and slowly push them down her legs. 
She stepped out of them and her shoes and then raised 
a foot up onto the bed in front of her. Dana noticed 
Violett's pubic patch was trimmed neatly to an even, 
uniform length and surmised it to be the preference 
among the oral sex crowd. Her bikini line was bare and 
well defined, the upper vertices pointed sharply to 
her hips and the line between them rose to a peak in 
the center. Violett unfastened the clasps to her 
stocking and then glided it down her leg with her 
finger tips and pulled it off her foot. Next came the 
other leg in the same slow, seductive manner with 
Violett intently watching Dana's eyes. 

Lastly, she loosened the hooks at the back of her belt 
and let it fall to the floor and stood before Dana 
completely nude. Dana marveled at what artists might 
call an ideal, perfect model of the female form, 
wildly feminine curves in the peak of youthful 
firmness. She lightly touched her erection and drank 
in her imminent conquest. 

Violett knelt onto the bed and then walked on her 
knees toward Dana, her nipples danced upon her swaying 
breasts. Dana rose to meet her and they shared another 
tight embrace and deep kiss. As she pressed herself 
into the kiss, Dana noticed something subtly 
different. She could taste the remnants of her own 
ejaculate wrought by Violett but there was more. The 
kiss now carried the influence of Violett's proven 
commitment to gratify her sexually. 

Dana pushed her hips tight against Violett's. Their 
pubic hair entangled and she felt her penis press into 
soft flesh. She tightened her embrace, new urges 
stirred deep within her. She wanted to force this 
woman down onto her bed, spread herself over her body 
and drive her groin into those moist, intimate charms. 
She wanted to take this woman, dominate this woman, 
subjugate this woman and use this woman for her 
pleasure. She wanted to violate her femininity, enter 
her body and drive her to rapture with her intrusive, 
uncompromising, rigid organ. Violett must have felt 
her urgency; she crumpled under Dana and lowered 
herself to the mattress. Dana followed her down until 
she was crouched over Violett's prone form, still 
kissing her passionately. 

Dana lifted herself over Violett's body and as if on 
cue, Violett pulled herself up to rest her head on the 
pillow and spread her legs around Dana. Dana knelt 
before Violett's hips and Violett pulled her legs up 
high and opened them wide while lifting her pelvis. 
She looked to Dana like an opening blossom, a woman's 
invitation to be mounted and seeded. It was time to do 
just that. Supporting herself on one hand she pressed 
her penis down toward Violett's crotch. Violett held 
open her labia with two fingers and pulled Dana toward 
her with her other hand. The scent of woman's arousal 
was heavy around her as Dana found her mark and 
pressed into the parted flesh. 

As Dana gained entry she marveled at how soft and 
slick the clinging flesh felt about her. She sank in 
all the way, until their mounds were mashed flat 
against each other and their labia were entangled in a 
deep wet kiss of their own. Dana grasped Violett's 
waist and held tight, savoring this long awaited 
sensation. She threw back her head, closed her eyes 
and let out a long moan. Oh, such a sweet mixture of 
victory and passion. She had a woman beneath her, to 
take her lance, to administer her pleasure, to be... 
FUCKED. Ooo, that ugly word, Dana now took possession 
of it. She opened her eyes and gazed down upon her 
prize. 

Violett was caught in her own tumult. Her eyes were 
wide with fire-like excitement and anticipation; her 
breath came in quick bursts. She wound her legs around 
Dana's back and crossed her ankles. Her hands slid up 
Dana's body slowly and cupped behind her shoulders. 
She craved what Dana was about to give her and would 
cling like a vine to get it. 

Dana wanted to stir within Violett, churn her womb and 
feel those intimate recesses work their magic on her 
tender organ. She braced herself, hands at Violett's 
sides, and her knees in a broad stance around 
Violett's butt. She stabbed herself into her lover, in 
a spastic, clumsy, and selfishly brutal manner, she 
didn't care, she wanted to taste the full range of 
pleasure a woman could give her. Her thrusts developed 
a rhythm and pounded with an intent fury, to capture 
this woman, break her and enslave her under a 
conquering weapon. Violett moaned sharply, matching 
the rhythm and fury at which she was being ravaged. 
Dana's tempo increased until one stroke nearly 
disgorged her from her partner. She sank back home and 
stopped, pressed it in deeply and felt the softness 
close in around her. 

Suddenly, her fury was dispelled. All of her pent up 
frustration and urge for conquest were appeased. She 
looked down into the face of her benevolent and 
accommodating partner. She saw those beautiful eyes 
and a compassionate gaze of a friend who would gladly 
give her anything she wanted, any way she wanted it. 
The eyes of another woman, like herself, who was well 
versed in the subjugation of her body and her own 
needs to the service of another. She came to see a 
companion, not a trophy. Sex was not a score to 
inflict but rather an offering to share. 

Dana lowered herself onto Violett, never breaking her 
gaze with those beautiful eyes until their lips met 
again. She wrapped her arms around Violett's back and 
tenderly embraced her head. She stretched out her legs 
and dropped her hips into the inviting cradle of 
Violett's open pelvis. Violett gently encircled Dana's 
back in her arms and the two held each other tightly 
and very still, subtly enjoying their kiss, their 
embrace, and their conjoined genitals. In silence they 
renegotiated their bond. 

Dana reached into her past to recall a summer evening 
in college when her beau made sweet, tender love to 
her and so deeply touched her mood. She wanted to 
recreate that sensation and give it to her new lover. 
She ever so slowly began to move her hips, thrusting 
in upward and then back in a circular grind like her 
old love used to do. She tried to give Violett the 
sensation of her entire length moving within and then 
treat her clitoris to an even, gliding pressure. 

Violett moved with her, pulling her hips back as Dana 
withdrew and then forward to meet Dana's pelvic bone 
for that tender kiss against her mons. They danced 
their synchronized duet slowly and making only small 
motions at first, learning the mechanics of their 
coitus. Violett let out a long whimper with each 
breath. As Dana picked up her pace and lengthened her 
stroke the moans rose in encouragement. Dana's hips 
were now thrusting in that familiar cadence of mating, 
nature providing excellently a means by which to 
employ herself with her partner. It was in every 
aspect true sexual intercourse as the bed betrayed 
their antics with accompanying creaks and thumps. 

Dana began to enjoy the responses she was invoking in 
her love-mate and started to alternate her moves to 
orchestrate Violett's moans. Those moans were rising 
quickly as Dana engaged the full cycle of motion. 
Violett was climbing quickly to an orgasm, her voice 
rose to a crescendo and then she tensed and clamped 
hard around Dana's body. Dana froze to let her lover 
focus on her release. When she felt Violett relax, she 
continued with her steady revolution. 

Dana was truly enjoying herself; the kind of pleasure 
known only to men, with a woman no man could have. 
That thought stuck in Dana's mind, the nature of their 
contact and that she was engaging another woman in an 
act of intimacy that was probably unique in all the 
world. The snug feeling of Violett's walls clinging 
and tugging on her tender skin as she glided in and 
out were pulling her to another climax of her own but 
she was rapidly discovering how to control her 
pleasure by altering her movement. She could easily 
drive herself over the edge but she was enjoying her 
lover's body so much she just teased herself to the 
brink and then stayed it off by shortening her stroke. 

Violett, on the other hand, was enjoying constant 
bliss. No sooner had she recovered from her first 
climax than another began to mount. Her moans droned 
on into a continuous chorus that rose to a frantic 
plea as her orgasm took her and then trailed off into 
a feeble whimper. She had lapsed into a semi-conscious 
stupor where she teetered and floated at the mercy of 
her lover's slightest touch or least little movement. 
Dana kept supplying her with that pleasure, enjoying 
her command and the effects she elicited almost as 
much as what she herself felt. Maybe it was just a way 
Violett had of surrendering herself to the act but 
Dana was experiencing a sense of power that a woman 
like Violett, so highly prized and in such command of 
presence, could be rendered so helpless and utterly 
consumed at Dana's whim and wile. 

Their love-making played on through an indeterminate 
matter of time and a trackless number of Violett's 
climaxes. As a fresh one approached, Dana broke their 
kiss and lifted her head to watch the changes in her 
partner's face. Her face was of angelic tranquility 
with swollen lips from their long kiss. As her crisis 
came, her brow furrowed slightly and she threw back 
her head. She uttered a long, deep groan and pumped 
her hips against Dana while in her throes. After it 
passed she lifted her head and began kissing Dana's 
shoulder. She pressed her advance downward toward 
Dana's breast. Dana lifted herself and pulled 
Violett's head toward her chest. Finding the hard nub 
of nipple, Violett suckled and Dana became confronted 
with pleasure she could no longer stave off. 

As an orgasm quickly came upon her it seized control 
of her body and she flew into a torrent of motion that 
seemed automatic. Her hips bucked against her mate in 
a force and rhythm she was unable to stop. She 
abandoned herself to it and let the climax create 
itself. Violett's moans rose as she rode along with 
Dana's frenzy and her impending orgasm. At the peak of 
her passion, Dana felt the compulsion to press her 
over-stimulated penis as deeply into her lover's 
nurturing pussy as she could and enjoy her effect to 
the utmost. She pushed herself firmly against 
Violett's hips and froze. Her orgasm came hard, she 
grunted as every muscle in her body strained and 
clenched against her pleasure. And oh, such pleasure. 
Every nerve of her system seemed to laugh with joy. 
Mashed against Violett's plush vulva her urethra 
erupted and gushed forth her ejaculation. Spurt after 
spurt the thick fluid discharged onto her lover's sex, 
between her parted lips, and dribbled down slowly 
toward her crotch. 

Violett squealed and clung to Dana tightly, her hips 
ground in tiny circles as she joined Dana in sublime, 
absolute bliss. Both of them uttered their last 
murmurs of satisfaction, their bodies locked in a 
tense knot, struggling with the remnants of their 
exploded lust. Slowly their grip on each other relaxed 
and they fell into a happy repose. Their climaxes as 
well as their intercourse evolved from a physical into 
an emotional experience. 

Violett released Dana's breast and dropped her head 
back onto the bed. She lowered her hips and let her 
legs slide down Dana's to wrap around the backs of her 
thighs. Simultaneously, Dana nestled her head on her 
lover's shoulder and settled her body atop Violett's. 
Neither said a word, they just languidly caressed each 
other and drifted dreamily amidst the pleasant 
thoughts and feelings their actions had just rendered. 

Dana was experiencing an epiphany. Her mind, of 
course, was filled with wondrous thoughts of the 
physical sensations her body had just experienced 
along with warm feelings for her partner and the 
unselfish way she had delivered those sensations. New 
perspectives were unfolding before her, about her 
life, her sexuality, her identity, and her emotional 
capacity. 

New possibilities were presenting themselves. Could 
she become a lesbian? Is this the destiny that she was 
born to fulfill? Was there a place for her in this new 
world? She thought more about the woman lying beneath 
her. Violett was gently petting her from her shoulders 
to her butt, from her arms to her hips, softly kissing 
her forehead. There was no revulsion, inhibition or 
even hesitation in Violett's service to her. She had 
done and let Dana do what Dana believed no other 
person ever would. As unnatural as it seemed, it was a 
freer and more satisfying exchange than Dana had ever 
known with any man – in or out of bed. 

Dana rose up on her elbows and looked down on 
Violett's face. So lovely and so loving. Neither said 
anything but volumes of understanding passed between 
them. Dana's erection was still lodged in Violett but 
their connection felt much deeper than that to Dana. 
She thought briefly about engaging in another rut. No, 
this time was too precious to go chasing after more 
orgasms. 

The rush of lust was fading and Dana noticed a chill 
in the room. She felt Violett shiver and Dana 
suggested, "Let's get warm." 

Dane rose up off of Violett, her penis disengaged with 
a slight squishy sound and pointed at her partner as 
Dana sat back on her haunches. Violett sat up and 
moved very sluggishly, weak and weary from her ordeal. 
Together they pulled back the covers and slid beneath. 
They pulled each other close, lying on their sides. 
Dana hooked her leg over Violett's thigh to warm her 
up. She raised herself on her elbow and studied her 
companion. 

A clinging pearl-white bead of her emission on 
Violett's vulva caught Dana's attention. She touched 
it with her finger and lightly smeared it into the 
matted hair contemplatively. She would never have 
dreamed of touching another woman's sex but now it 
seemed only fitting. Violett's finger crept down and 
joined Dana in idly working the moisture around. She 
found a larger glob that still clung to her labia. 
With her finger she dragged the glob between her labia 
and pushed it into her vagina. Dana's finger followed. 
Together, both women's fingers stirred the wet 
recesses. 

Dana watched her lover's face. Surely Violett knew it 
wasn't sperm but rather an inert byproduct of Dana's 
arousal. She thought of her past and of leaving her 
emission on her lovers, their reactions and herself 
condemnation. This situation was so different. Without 
any fanfare, Violett showed that she was not in the 
least bit repulsed by the nature of Dana's sexuality 
but rather fully aware of its form and function, she 
openly welcomed Dana's body and its physical effect. 
Dana appreciated the gesture as a right of acceptance 
and kissed Violett's forehead in gratitude. 

Violett took the same finger from her vagina and 
reached to Dana's gaping labia and gently traced the 
open slit. She pushed open the broad flaps of flesh 
and delicately caressed their surface, admiring the 
shape and texture. The finger delved lower and deeper 
until plunging into Dana's crevice. They drew each 
other closer and enjoyed their new found intimacies 
and tender connection for quite some time. 

"We mixed well," she said, breaking the idle 
reticence. "That was so erotic." 

"My body within yours," responded Dana. She gently 
probed and explored Violett's soft folds. This 
intimacy was so precious. She thought this the perfect 
way to wind down from sex. 

"You inside of me." Violett closed her eyes and 
sighed. Her fingers still lightly engaged Dana's sex, 
petting her labia with finger tips and stroking her 
wilted penis like a dear friend. 

"' you tired?" asked Dana. Violett nodded. "You really 
spent yourself," she added. "I lost count of how many 
times you went off." She didn't mean to fish for 
compliments but she was hungry for some kind of 
feedback and reluctant to let this delightful mood 
fade away. 

Violett giggled, "I cum real easy... but never quite 
like that." She wrapped her arm around Dana and hugged 
her tight. "You were fantastic. That was the most 
wonderful experience I ever had." 

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," teased Dana. 
The compliment was making her glow with pride. She 
hoped it was true. 

With a smile and raised eyebrows Violett replied, "No 
I don't... ' don't need to." She was speaking slower 
and slower. 

"What did I do that was so special," Dana inquired? 

"You... were inside me," she replied with a yawn. "You 
gave me a kind of closeness no one ever has." Her 
fingers were moving slower, almost becoming still. 

"Haven't you ever had a man," Dana continued? 

"Sorta," said Violett. "W'n I was fifteen." 

"Teenage crush," asked Dana in a light-hearted tone, 
kissing her temple? 

"Gang... rape," came the weak reply. 

Dana's breath caught in her throat. With eyes wide she 
looked at Violett in stunned amazement. The simple 
confession revealed tragedy and strength in measures 
beyond her imagination. Such savage cruelty and the 
lonely isolation it must have created. She pondered it 
deeply, about what Violett must have gone through and 
how it might have landed the girl here. She compared 
it to her own tragedies and how they had shaped her 
own destiny. She thought about the vastness of the 
world and how two wounded hearts could find and mend 
each other. She contemplated what she might give to 
her new friend. She pulled Violett tight against her 
neck and kissed her head

Violett's hand fell limply from its lodging. Dana 
withdrew her own finger and gave her lover one last 
pet. It was time for sleep. Dana slid out of bed and 
turned off the light. Scooting back in next to Violett 
she slid her arm underneath the sleeping woman's head 
and cradled her against her shoulder. 

"Nnnnnm... D'na? Honey," said Violett groggily? 
"Please? Be here... when I wake up." 

It occurred to her that many of Violett's lovers left 
her before dawn or dismissed her from their beds to go 
home alone. Dana kissed her forehead and hugged her 
close, "Sure I will." 'Poor, damaged Violett,' she 
thought. She mused on the soft supple flesh that clung 
to her in the dark like no one ever had. There was a 
new warm glow within her. She felt protective, she 
felt strong, and she felt vital. She closed her eyes 
and was soon asleep. 

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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 
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