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Authors name: Lost Soul (Address withheld)
Story title : Madonna: What a Feeling
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Madonna: What a Feeling (FF, con, oral, celebs)
By Lost Soul (Address withheld)
***
This is work of fiction about Madonna and Jennifer
Beals. No harm is intended, it's just an erotic fantasy.
Jennifer Beals is not known for being homosexual,
although Madonna is. But even with Madonna's personal
history, this story probably couldn't take place in real
life.
***
It had been five years since her first huge success. But
still, everyone was asking Jennifer about the movie. As
if she hadn't done anything since then. Of course she
had concentrated more on her second career, on getting
her degree in history.
So Jennifer was a little mad at those people who kept on
bothering her. But just a little. She had to be
honest... life was really good to her. And so the 25
years old actress (or student) felt really fine on this
Friday night. She had her own N.Y. apartment and she was
dating one really nice guy. Unfortunately he was away
for some weeks, and Jennifer had to spend this night
alone. All of her friends were busy, and it was all up
to Jennifer to do something nice.
The girl sat on her sofa, relaxed and smiling. What
could she do? She did not have long to think about it.
After all she was living in New York, the town that
never sleeps. Jenny jumped to her feet and went into her
bedroom to pick some nice cloth.
Maybe her clothes weren't too hip, but she liked them
anyway. Loose fitting black pants, an olive colored T-
Shirt and a black blazer. Very comfortable, very nice.
She took the Subway, the fastest way to get to the
clubs.
It was around 10 p.m. when the black haired girl reached
her destination. The 'Excalibur' was one of the hottest
places in town. Everyone important was there. And even
the celebrities from Hollywood came there from time to
time.
Jennifer was excited when she entered the huge club. It
seemed that hundreds of people were in the former
church. Dancing, drinking... flirting... and sometimes
couples were making love in one of the bathrooms.
Jennifer made her way to the bar and ordered one fancy
cocktail. It was plain fun to just watch the young men
and women dancing and talking over the music that was
really loud. Jenny let her eyes wander over the crowd.
Couples of all kind were moving and talking. Men and
women, men and men, women and women. Jennifer smiled.
She had no prejudice what so ever over homosexuality. As
long as people were happy.
So, for while she was just looking and thinking.
Later she went onto the dance floor and moved her slim
body to the beats. She was so lost in her thoughts that
she did not recognize that people around her got very
excited too. Some people were moving towards the
entrance. They applauded, starred and were smiling when
they saw the woman enter the club.
Madonna was all diva. She enjoyed her success, enjoyed
life. After a while, when she had reached the center of
the church, the excitement got a little milder and
Madonna was just one of the crowd.
Jennifer was sweating. It was hot like hell in the club.
Too many people, too little room to move. But the young
woman with those long, curly hairs did not mind the
heat. Her T-Shirt got darker by the minute from her
sweat. She knew she should have left her blazer at the
wardrobe. But 'should have' was waste of thoughts.
Little droplets were running over her beautiful face.
She was in a trance...
"Hey beauty, mind if I dance with you?"
At first she did not perceive that she was addressed.
But when a hand was placed on her shoulder she jumped
and turned around to see who was interrupting her.
Jennifer Beals was taken aback when she looked into
Madonna's face. The singer was in control. She smiled at
her prey.
"W... what..."
The older woman's eyebrows were lifting in mock
surprise.
"I asked you to dance with me, Jennifer Beals. Do you
mind?" Jenny did not know what to say. Of course she did
not mind homosexuality, but she had never considered
herself to be the prey of... Well, everyone knew that
Madonna was bi.
Totally surprised she just stood there, not knowing what
to say. Madonna on the other hand knew exactly what to
do. She grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders and pulled her
close.
The young woman did not resist when the Blonde laid her
arms around Jenny's hips and pressed her lower body hard
against the other woman's pelvis. And they danced...
At first it was more than strange to dance with a woman.
But, as time went by, Jennifer felt more and more at
ease with her 'partner'. It was exciting to dance with
this woman, this celebrity. Madonna was leading, moved
Jennifer's body like her own. It was a dance of prey and
predator. Jenny was smiling all the time.
-God... she is hot...-
The were dancing for hours. From time to time they went
to the bar and drank some water. All the people around
them were forgotten. Jennifer felt really special that
this beautiful woman knew who she was, that she had been
chosen to dance with her. And only her...
The girl did not think any further...
It was just dancing. She did not think about Madonna's
intentions. She did not know what the older woman had in
mind.
It was three in the morning when Madonna suddenly
stopped dancing. She held Jennifer in her arms, starring
into the huge, dark eyes everyone loved, and bent
forward to kiss Jennifer's forehead.
Jenny did not know what to think about this kiss. It was
only a friendly gesture...
"Come, Jennifer, let's leave this place."
"O.k."
They left and Jennifer was smiling all the time. She was
wondering to which exciting place Madonna would take
her.
When they were on the streets, it was suddenly all
quiet. The stark contrast made Jennifer dizzy.
"Wow... that's a relieve."
Madonna smiled and hugged the younger woman, pulling her
close.
"W... where do we go now?"
"Let's grab a taxi and go to Long island."
Jennifer did not understand.
"Why, what's there."
Madonna let go of her prey and was still smiling.
"I'll show you."
And so Jennifer responded with her winning smile.
"Okay... surprise me."
The cab made its way through the night. The driver was
Persian and he had no idea who was in the back. Just two
beautiful women. They were laughing and telling stories.
Maybe they were lesbians or something. After some time
they left Manhattan.
Later on he stopped his car at a lonely, deserted place
near to the beach. Madonna gave him the money and he
left.
It was dark and quiet. Jennifer Beals was not thinking
straight anymore. The night was long, she was tired and
excited at the same time. So she just followed the
Blonde who was wearing a white summer dress. "What is
it? Where do we go? Come on, tell me..."
"Come Honey... I will show you."
Jennifer was laughing and giggling all the time. Maybe
she was a little naive. But she spent the night with
Madonna... a huge star... she just had to do what the
Blonde said.
Suddenly Madonna stopped and Jennifer almost bumped into
her. They were at the beach and belonged only to them.
"Gosh it is beautiful out here..."
Madonna smiled.
"It sure is. And we are all alone out here."
She moved behind the younger woman who was still staring
at the sea.
"You like that, don't you."
She wrapped her arms around Jennifer's shoulders, laying
her chin onto the right shoulder.
The girl did not mind. She already felt very close to
the singer. They were two of a kind. She was just
smiling, feeling very comfortable. For a while none of
them said anything. And then, Madonna's hands were
moving down.
"You are such a beautiful girl, Jennifer. I knew it was
you when I got into the club. I like you."
Jennifer placed her hands onto Madonna's hands. She did
not stop the older Woman, she actually felt comfortable
with the tenderness. Madonna's hands reached Jennifer's
breasts. She cubed them...
A shiver ran through Jennifer Beals body. She closed her
eyes for a second and moaned.
"You like that too?"
Madonna started massaging the girl's breasts.
"Mhhh..."
Jenny did not have to think about it. There was no...
'am I a lesbian or... is this o.k.?'...
She just let it happen. And it felt good. The hands were
squeezing her breasts to the rhythm of the crushing
waves onto the shore. Jenny laid her head back and felt
warm lips on her cheek.
"You like that too...?"
"Mhhh... yes..."
Madonna's right hand let go of Jenny's breast, moving
down... reached the flat stomach and started stroking
it.
"Oh Madonna... God..."
Madonna smiled and kissed Jennifer's right ear. "You
feel so good, Jenny. I wanted you from the first time I
saw Flashdance."
Jenny smiled.
"What took you so long?"
The older woman let go of Jennifer's breast and stomach.
She reached for the blazer, pulling it down over
trembling arms.
A cool wind came in from the ocean and Jennifer got
Goosebumps on her bare arms. She was shivering and
realized how wet she was.
-God... a woman... lesbian...-
Again the Blonde wrapped her arms around the girl. She
let her hands slide downwards, over Jennifer's hips...
to the front... where her fingers went straight to the
belt.
-She is seducing me... oh...-
The woman opened her pants while the wind let Jennifer's
cloth flutter.
She moaned... and almost bent in. Jennifer's knees were
like rubber. Then the wide, black pants fell down into
the cooling sand. Madonna kissed the black haired girl
on her neck, licking the salt away while her hand were
moving over the pelvis, moving up, under the olive
colored T-Shirt. Jennifer laid her hands on Madonna's
legs, stroking them shy while she felt well manicured
hands stroking her flat stomach. "You wonderful little
thing..."
Madonna's hands reached their destination and her
fingers pressed into firm breasts. She started squeezing
them and felt the girl tremble. Jennifer Beals breathing
got stronger and stronger by the moment.
"Oh God..."
Both of them sank into the sand, onto theirs knees...
The singer took the seam of Jennifer's T-Shirt under
between her fingers and lifted it, pulled it over her
head.
The olive colored T-Shirt landed in the sand and Jenny
was breathing hard. She knew that she would now make
love with a woman. This would be a first-time
experience... but she did not feel guilty... it just was
the right thing to do.
Madonna stood up and Jenny sank onto her back,
shivering. The Blonde looked down onto her prey and
smiled when she lifted her dress and pulled it over her
head.
She was naked and Jenny had to admire the muscular body.
Then the singer crawled to Jenny's feet and got rid of
the white tennis-shoes on Jennifer's feet. The black
pants were pulled down and thrown away.
Jennifer Beals was naked. She starred into Madonna's
face... austere, her huge eyes fixed onto her lovers
face. She was about to get fucked by one of the biggest
stars. By a woman...
Madonna kneed in the cool sand, looking down on Jennifer
Beals whom she had always wanted to fuck. She was such a
beautiful girl... light brown skin, black hair... and
those huge eyes that made her look so vulnerable.
Madonna was all wet, felt how swollen the lips were...
"Spread your legs..."
The girl complied...
She felt the wind on her smooth skin, felt how
Goosebumps were running over the inner site of her
thighs, felt her swollen clit, the liquid running over
her lips.
And when Madonna placed her right hand on those swollen
lips Jennifer had to scream out her lust.
The middle finger sank into the warm, wet flesh...
And the girl started shivering when the finger moved in
and out.
"Yes..." she whispered "..oh yes..."
Jennifer looked up, saw the wonderful muscular body of
her new lover and felt the finger in her vagina. She
smiled and stretched her arms out.. Madonna took another
finger... played with the reddish lips, touched the
clitoris... then three fingers...
And while she fucked the girl with her fingers she
crawled between Jenny's legs. She smiled down on her and
pushed her fingers deep into the wet opening. She took
another finger... she felt how Jennifer's vagina got
wider and wider...
-Almost ready my love-
She kept on pushing, felt how the liquid ran over her
fingers and it made her own lust grow. So she placed the
other hand on her own vagina and inserted the middle
finger into herself.
A fourth finger into Jennifer Beals...
The girl screamed in lust... again... louder... her
fingers were digging into the sand.
The vagina got wider... and Madonna put her thump close
to her hand...
And then she shoved her hand into Jennifer Beals vagina.
The vagina was stretched to its limits. And if it
weren't for the thunder of the crashing waves, anybody
in the distance would have heard Jennifer's scream.
Her heels were digging into the ground, her mouth wide
open, her body shaking.
Madonna laid her head into the neck and moaned while the
girl shook in ecstasy.
She turned the fist from left to right and back. The
knuckles were rubbing over the inner walls and Jennifer
almost fainted out. Madonna showed no mercy.
She kept on turning her fist inside Jennifer Beals. She
looked down on this nights prey. She saw the firm
breasts, saw the flat stomach... but again, it were
those wonderful, huge eyes that made her go mad. She
twisted and turned and saw how the black haired girl
came close to the orgasm. She looked into the eyes and
knew when... She pulled her hand out of Jennifer's
vagina.
Jenny coughed... at first she did not know what had
happened. Then she looked at Madonna with angry eyes.
"W... why... w..."
"Schhhhhh..."
Madonna crawled over her younger lover and lowered her
body on top of the young woman.
Breasts were squeezing together, flat stomachs touching
each other. Jennifer was out of her mind. Nothing in her
life had prepared her for this kind of experience. She
did have sex with men... but this... The black-haired
woman was breathing heavily when she wrapped her arms
around the famous singer. Lips found each other and she
felt Madonna's tongue slide into her mouth. She
responded with a passionate kiss. She let her own tongue
play with Madonna's, let her hands wander up and down
over the muscular body and wrapped her legs around the
blonde woman. The crushing waves made a concert, played
the background music for the couple.
Madonna moved up and down, rubbed her sex over
Jennifer's and felt the excitement rise when the young
woman was groaning louder and louder. Suddenly Madonna
broke the kiss. She lifted herself up and crawled
backwards till the black pubic hair of her young lover
was right in front of her. The singer was breathing hard
when she placed her hands on the inner side of Jenny's
muscular thighs. She pressed them apart and bent
forward. "You want to go to heaven?"
Jenny's body was covered in sweat. Her hair stuck to her
slim body, her eyes wide and longing...
"Yes..."
Madonna smiled. But the smile subsided when she stuck
out her tongue and buried her head between Jennifer
Beals thighs.
The tongue entered Jennifer's vagina. It slid between
the lips and liquids were running over it. The girl's
pelvis moved up a little and her head snapped back, her
mouth opened. Saliva was running out of her mouth and a
loud and deep moan escaped...
Madonna licked the inner lips, used her fingers to
spread them apart. She blew into the opening and
Jennifer screamed in lust. And again the singer inserted
two fingers into the already wide vagina; used them as a
cock. It did not take long before she pressed three,
then four fingers into the wet hole.
She kept on licking the liquids from Jenny's vagina and
made the girl crazy.
"P--please... the... the... fist!"
Madonna smiled. It worked every time.
And so she withdrew her head a little from Jennifer lap,
lifted her head and took a look at the beautiful girl in
front of her. So innocent, so slim and... those eyes.
Reflections of moonlight shone in those dark pools of
lust...
The hand slid into the wet opening.
It was like a hot knife sliding into butter...
Jennifer Beals vagina was wide open and wet. Little
rivers of liquid ran out and were sucked in by the sand
underneath the young woman. Madonna made a fist and...
again... turned it from left to right... left...
right...
She kept on turning...
Jennifer Beals nearly fainted out.
She screamed out her lust, her longing...
It was the best sex she ever had.
Noting was like this...
This woman, Madonna... the best lover she ever had. And
then... after an eternity... Jennifer Beals... was hit
by a tornado... by the most intense orgasm in the world.
The scream scared the gulls. The were shrieking,
screaming and then lifted and flew into the dark night.
The orgasm was so intense. It lasted for so long.
Jennifer saw dark spots in her vision. She was shaking,
shivering... sweating like never before. And on the
paramount of the orgasm... she fainted out.
The vision began to clear again. Her consciousness
returned and her head snapped back... a silent scream
left her mouth, saliva ran out of it and ran down her
chin.
Jenny's pelvis lifted and she felt a strange sensation
of loss. It was gone. Madonna had pulled out her hand...
and still, the air was rushing into the still open
vagina... and left little feelings of passion. Slowly
the orgasm and the after-feelings subsided.
The dark-eyed girl began to relax.
"I think it is my turn to get satisfied, don't you
think?!" Jennifer was still weak. She had almost no
strength left. It was like ... no, there was nothing
even close to this feeling. Madonna laid her hands on
the outer side of Jennifer's thighs and pressed her legs
together. Then she crawled on all four over the young
woman till her own pelvis, her own vagina was only
inches away from Jennifer's mouth. "Lick it!"
It was an order, not a request. Jennifer was so grateful
for the orgasm her lover had given to her. She could not
deny this... although... the thought of even touching
another woman's wet hole...
But, no... she had to...
And so the girl stuck out her tongue and felt a strange
sensation of returning lust when the tip of her tongue
touched the sensitive lips of Madonna.
She began licking...
Slowly at first. Bitter liquid ran over it, ran down and
she swallowed it. It tasted... good...
Her tongue got faster... she stuck it between her lovers
lips... like... Like a penis... It was strange... Jennifer
liked it... yes, it was good...
Her lust returned and the girl licked the other woman's
vagina with passion. She placed her hands on Madonna's
hips and fucked her with her mouth.
Madonna laid her head back and opened her mouth. It was
good... the girl was just perfect. She felt the tongue
slide into her body, felt how Jennifer moved the lips
from left to right... felt the orgasm coming closer.
Jenny closed her eyes, stroke Madonna's hips, her
back... and sucked on the clitoris...
It lasted for minutes and the reservations turned into
oblivion. Jennifer knew it was not wrong to make love to
another woman. She knew it was meant for her. Maybe...
she was a lesbian after all.
But at the moment it did not matter.
She just felt good, felt she had met her destination.
She fucked Madonna...
And...
The orgasm hit Madonna like a train at midnight.
She screamed, and the sound of crushing waves swallowed
every sound.
Both bodies were shaking. Sweat sprayed away... Jennifer
grabbed Madonna's ass and pulled her closer, stuck her
tongue deep into the opening till her chin hurt.
Madonna's liquids ran into her mouth and... again she
swallowed...
Another orgasm shook Madonna...
And the sank backwards...
Jennifer moaned and her chest was moving up and down and
a fast pace. The two women were laying in the cool sand,
the lower bodies turned toward each other... like a
human sculpture of intense and pure closeness.
The night wind stroke Long Island. The sand on the beach
flew up and sank down. Gulls were screaming and two
women were enjoying the sensation of harmony.
Madonna picked herself up and crawled over to her
younger lover. They cuddled and kisses framed the felt
sensation of brutal lust... "I never would have thought
that this kind of love was meant for me."
Madonna cubed Jennifer Beals left breast and started
massaging it. "Life is meant for satisfaction, Jenny. It
does not matter if you make love with a man... or a
woman. Everything that pleases you is good." They
kissed.
Jennifer enjoyed the warmth of Madonna's body. They
hugged and pulled each other close.
For almost an hour after the orgasm they just lay there
and were not two women but one.
Later Madonna broke the tenderness and dressed. Jennifer
followed her.
An arm around each other's waist, they walked back to
the street. Madonna found a public phone and they called
a cab that brought them back to Manhattan.
The night wasn't over yet. There were some bars that
never closed, and so they had some Martinis and they
talked.
Jennifer Beals knew this woman wasn't meant for just one
lover. But she was proud that Madonna had chosen her to
be a part of the lust of her life. They would meet
again... and Jennifer couldn't wait till the made love
again.
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