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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.
END
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