From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Wild Party (FFF, D/s, lesbian)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 14:52:15 GMT

			      The Party
				  by
			    Karen Johanns

	She stood in the doorway, observing the activity swirling
around her.

	Throughout the rooms, well-dressed, mostly straight couples
chatted animatedly, clutching their drinks. The air was oppressive
with the smell of cigarettes and grass, stultified with the odor of
sexual tension and frustration. The woman had almost forgotten the
aura of a heterosexual get-together; all that near-frantic energy of
overanxious males on the prowl, desperately trying to remember the de
rigueur pre-pick up conversation that eighties men engaged in these
days. The women were flushed exec types who never went past the
pleasant chat stage with men who didn't have at least an MBA.

	Amused, bored at last by all this people-watching, the woman
finally entered the room,knowing that for a split-second, she would be
the talk of this little soiree. The woman was not particularly
handsome or striking, rather it was her subtle, confident presence
which made eyes around the room snap to attention. The black leather
pants she wore, with the legs tucked into spit-shined black boots,
fitted her snugly in the ass and crotch. The black wool turtleneck
offset a pale face with striking blue eyes, a generous mouth, and the
light brown hair was swept back in the manner of a DA hairstyle.

	The mass of black was relieved only by a thin chain from which
hung a silver medallion engraved with an abstract etching of two women
engaged in cunnilingus. You had to look quite closely to make out the
figures, but once the curious one's shock wore off, it made the basis
of some pretty interesting conversation. Among others like herself,
she was referred to as butch. In the company of straights, she was a
dyke, or "my best lesbian friend," and among a very select few, she
was known as Mistress, Master, or Sir, depending on who was required
to use these honorifics. To herself, she was only Sandy, and for the
purpose of narration, that is who she shall be.

	After greeting the hostess, a business associate, she accepted
a drink and turned in order to survey the room more intensely. There,
engaged in conversation in the corner, was her lover Diana.

	Sandy sauntered over to where her lover stood, casually tapped
her shoulder. "Hey you," she exclaimed gently. Diana, flushed and
excited, introduced Sandy to the man she had been speaking with. His
eyes grew wide, then disappointed. "Nice talkin' to you," he mumbled,
walking quickly away. "For the life of me I'll never understand why I
have that type of effect on your male conversation partners," Sandy
said slyly. "Maybe it's the leather pants," giggled her friend.

	Sandy turned an appreciative eye on her lover. Tonight, Diana
was dressed in a soft grey wool dress with a simple strand of pearls.
Her black pumps and sheer stockings showed soft, shapely legs. Sandy
chuckled to herself at the thought of what Diana was wearing
underneath: garters and not much else. She also knew that because of
the attentions that had been shown her earlier, Diana would remain
standing much of the evening. Excusing herself briefly, Sandy returned
to the bar to refresh her drink.

	After accepting a new scotch, she rejoined her friend, whose
eyes were wide with amused horror. "Oh Sandy, you didn't!" Diana
exclaimed in hushed tones while staring at her lover's crotch.

	Sure enough, if you looked closely, there was a slight, but
definite bulge in the black leather. Sandy smiled at her lover. "Why
not? if you're going for the stereotype, go for the whole thing!" And
before Diana could protest further, she was led to the dance floor by
her masterful companion. They began moving to to the music, drawing a
few idle stares. Sandy then noticed that JoAnn, their hostess, had
edged closer and was drawing them into her circle.

	As JoAnn drew nearer to Sandy, she whispered conspiratorially:
"Maybe I should change the music to `Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'."

	Amused, Sandy shot back, "I can't ever remember you knowing
anything about THAT."

	Not to be outdone, JoAnn hissed, "maybe `cause I never had a
teacher!"

	Young lady, thought Sandy with a chuckle, you keep that shit
up and it might be cause for some forced lessons. At that thought, she
grew warm in her leather and began dancing more energetically to burn
off the heat that emanated from her crotch and worked its way up her
entire body.

	Feeling her lover's mood shift, Diana leaned over and
whispered, "Why don't we get out of here?" "No need for that," Sandy
grinned, taking her hand and walking Diana off the dance floor,
leaving JoAnn in a state of frustrated consternation.

	As Sandy guided her lover upstairs, one of the other guests,
thinking that it was for a view of the back yard, said "It's the best!
you'll love it!" "I'm sure I will," Sandy responded.

	After walking down a long, shadowed hallway, Sandy found a
small room and pushed her lover into it. Kicking the door closed
behind her, she spun Diana around and forced her to her knees.

	"Well?" Sandy demanded harshly.

	"Oh Master," Diana begged, "Please, I want you."

	"That's pretty vague," sneered the butch, "I need specifics!"

	"I need you in me - please, Master, I'm begging you!"

	"You know the rules, girl. Always work for what you want!"

	in response, Diana moaned and pushed her face into Sandy's
crotch, savoring the leather and sweat smells that filled her
nostrils. Sandy slowly undid the zipper of her pants, and gently
removed the long, thick tool from its leather confinement. Diana ran
her tongue along its underside, licked the head, and finally took the
length into her hot mouth, relaxing her gullet so she could take the
it all down her throat. She began working in earnest, the small
sucking sounds filling the tiny room. Sandy worked her hips back and
forth, sighing out her appreciation for her lover's hard work.
Suddenly she pulled back and turned Diana away from her, placing her
ass in the air.

	Pulling up the dress, Sandy placed the cock's head at the
entrance to Diana's throbbing cunt. She shoved forward,pushing to the
hilt, while her lover made the choked cries of passion. They rocked
together for what seemed like hours, until neither could hold back,
and they both came in a huge, shuddering paroxysm. The lovers lay on
the floor for several minutes, their energy spent.

	Sandy stood shakily, tucked her toy back into her pants, and
rearranged her clothing. While she combed her hair, Diana tongued her
boots in gratitude.

	With a wink and a smile, Sandy disappeared from the room,
descended the stairs, and rejoined the party. As she poured herself a
Pepsi in the kitchen, she heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning,
she saw JoAnn in the doorway, giving her a fairly intense once-over.

	"Do you always fuck your girlfriends in strange bedrooms?"
JoAnn inquired slyly.

	"Only when I'm in the mood, of course. And are you calling
your bedroom strange? A house reflects the owner, you know." Sandy was
getting that warm rush again, tempered by that peculiar flow of cruel
energy that beat against her temples like a tattoo. Deciding to see
how far she could push, Sandy added sarcastically, "Besides, sex
should be an adventure. There's a certain challenge in new partners,
new places, surprises, that sort of thing  It can be an educational
experience. You know?"

	Sandy watched JoAnn closely.

	The other woman's face was flushed, her breath came in short
gasps. Pupils dilated, JoAnn gazed at her business associate with awe
and longing, her mind working furiously on the task of sweeping Sandy
into her willing arms.

	Instead, Sandy just gave a short, arrogant bark of laughter,
and pushed her way out of the kitchen, Pepsi in hand. Confused, JoAnn
followed her to the living room, just in time to see the object of her
desire mount the stairs to the second floor.

	Trying to look casual, JoAnn followed Sandy to the upstairs
bedroom. When she reached the small room where Sandy and Diana had
recently finished their scenario, it was empty. Or seemed empty.
Sandy slammed the door behind them, and with two quick steps slammed
the hapless woman against the wall, crushing their mouths together in
a long, wet kiss.

	JoAnn's hands roamed over Sandy's body as they kissed, and
lingered at Sandy's leather-covered crotch. She gasped and tried to
pull away as she felt the hard lump in the other woman's crotch. Sandy
laughed and pulled her back.

	"Surprise!" Sandy jeered. "i figured not to disappoint you,
straight girl, since you seem to be used to long and hard as opposed
to soft and wet. Believe me, we aim to please."

	"Wha-" JoAnn exclaimed, and was stopped by a hand clamped
firmly over her mouth "You better keep still now, girlfriend. The
rules are a bit different around these parts. Now, the only thing i
want to hear coming out of those rosebud lips of your is `yes, ma'am'
or "no, ma'am" or we don't get the prize possession. Got that?"

	There was fear in JoAnn's eyes now; a terror mingled with a
certain intrigue. This was no casual kinky play-acting, she saw, but
a deadly serious encounter with someone who knew exactly what the
score was, and had played this game many times before. Overcome by
desire and curiosity, she sank to her knees in front of the black-clad
apparition. "Mistress, I would like very much to serve you," she said
softly.

	"My goodness, don't we learn quickly," Sandy mocked, pulling
her rod once again from her leathers. She then jerked the other woman
to her feet, lifting her and slamming her back against the wall.
Lifting JoAnn's skirt, she whistled in admiration at the sight of her
latest acquisition, clad in frothy cream slip and no panties. "How
convenient," Sandy purred. Dropping her head slightly, the butch
allowed some of her saliva to dribble onto the hard rod, and moistened
the length with a couple of hard strokes with her clenched fists.
Forcing JoAnn to wrap her legs around her waist, Sandy rammed the
entire length in one hard stroke. She fucked the pliant straight girl
for all she was worth, pumping her hips back and forth violently.

	"Take it, bitch. Pull on this thing with that golden twat of
yours. I'm gonna leave my mark with you for a long, long, time," she
panted. JoAnn responded by twisting her pelvis violently, clawing her
conqueror's back with her long fingernails. When they were finished,
they both slid exhaustedly to the wood floor.

	JoAnn murmured something about tending to her guests, but
Sandy pushed her back to the floor.

	"Not so fast. You got your hearts desire. Now I `m gonna
introduce you to a little Lesbian ritual. I think you'll like it,
`cause if your mouth is like your cunt, this will be a big hit." She
then guided JoAnn's mouth to her steaming crotch.

	The party continued for some time, but all was lost to the two
lovers, who lay entwined and impassioned, oblivious to all but their
own desires.