We met on a hot summer afternoon at the Frick museum. It was all but deserted, and after wandering around for a while, I sat down on a bench in front of a huge Fragonard. While I was surrendering to the cool lush pastels and grandeur of the painting, a woman sat down beside me.

She was wearing a dark gray skirt and a white chiffon blouse sheer enough to show off the lacy cups of her white brassiere. She had her hair gathered into a loose coil at her neck. Her legs were long and elegant, and the hands resting calmly in her lap were tipped with manicured red nails.

There was something in her manner, some quality of self containment, that at once intimidated me and turned me on. I was in a horny, antsy mood, partly because of the languorous heat and partly because I hadn’t masturbated in a week or more. In any case, a little glow of desire started seeping into my belly.

The room we were sitting in was quiet and empty, and the silence between us began to seem strained. Perhaps she felt it too, because she suddenly smiled at me and made a comment about the Fragonard. I stammered out some sort of response and, the ice broken, we introduced ourselves and spent the next few minutes idly talking. A small smile kept tugging at her lips, and she kept her limpid brown eyes fixed on me with an intensity I found unnerving. I had the uncanny feeling that I was transparent to her made of glass, with nothing whatsoever hidden from her knowing gaze.

Finally Martine glanced at her watch, then opened her purse and took out a pair of sunglasses. If she’d left at that moment, I would have forgotten about her soon enough. But just before standing up, she casually pulled her skirt hem up to mid thigh and undid the snaps of her garter belt. Extending one leg, then the other, she tugged up her stockings, once again fixing each with the tabs.

The whole incident couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds. But by adjusting her stockings like that, showing me the length of her legs and the fullness of her thigh, she’d created a charged intimacy between us. The fact that she’d done it in a public place only increased my excitement, and I could feel my cunt melting in my panties.

Taking out a pen and paper, she wrote down her phone number and handed it to me. “I’m free on Sundays,” she said. “Give me a call if you like.” Before I could respond, she gathered up her things and walked briskly out of the room. I sat there frozen, listening to the click of her heels diminishing in the empty room. When the sound vanished, I looked down at the paper in my hand and blinked my eyes a few times. Something had happened something unspoken had passed between us. But it was all done so adroitly that I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it or not.

Feeling jangled and confused, I left the museum and walked across the park to my West Side apartment. As soon as I got inside and closed the door, I sat down on the floor and lifted my dress, then put my hand down my panties and ran two fingers into my buttery vagina. While I leaned back against the wall with my eyes half closed and my lips parted, I thought about the way Martine had pulled up her skirt and fixed her stockings. In my mind, I once again watched her extend one leg and point the toe of her black pump. Remembering the slight hissing sound her hands made as they moved along her stocking, my cunt tightened and I came immediately.

By Sunday, I was desperate to see her. Smoking one cigarette after another, I finally worked up my nerve and called her around noon. She was pleased to hear from me, and after we had talked for a moment, she suggested I come to her apartment right away. Nervous as a cat, I hurried out the door.

Martine lived on the ground floor of a brownstone near Gramercy Park. She met me at the door of her apartment, her dark hair pinned on top of her head and a fleecy white towel wrapped around her torso. Barelegged and without any makeup, she looked softer, less imposing. I realized with a slight shock that we were about the same height. Somehow, I seemed to remember her as taller, more angular not as she appeared now.

“I was just running a bath,” she smiled. Closing the door, she took my hand and led me through an airy white living room and into her bedroom. Pointing at a dress box lying on the bed, she said: “That’s for you. Try it on while I bathe.”

Without any further explanation, she walked down the hall and into the bathroom. She kept the door open, and I could hear her stepping into the tub and easing herself into the water. Thoroughly mystified, I put down my backpack and opened the elegant box. Beneath a layer of tissue paper was a starched French maid’s uniform black, with a frilly white collar and a matching white apron. I lifted the dress and held it up at arm’s length. My heart started hammering, and part of me was astonished and angry.

But the deeper, truer part of me was terribly excited. She knew who I was knew me more completely than I knew myself. After hesitating for a moment, I nervously stripped my pink nipples had gone erect and I was embarrassingly wet between the legs.

Moving in a daze, I picked up the maid’s dress and pulled it over my head, then reached behind me and fastened the back. I tied the stiff white apron around my waist, took off my sandals and went over to a full length mirror on the door. The hem of the skirt was extremely high just a few inches below my cunt and when I turned and bent over slightly, most of my ass was exposed. Straightening up again, I looked into my reflected face and flushed beet red.

Before the blush had faded from my cheeks, Martine called and told me to come into the bathroom so she could take a look. I was dizzy with excitement as I went down the hall. Stepping into the open doorway, I felt as if I were standing on a high and dangerous ledge.

Martine was reclining in an old fashioned tub that stood on four metal claws at the far end of the bathroom. A few strands of her pinned up hair had come loose and were dangling in wisps around her face. She was wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses and holding a paperback book in her hand. My cunt contracted at the sight of her beautiful breasts. She reminded me of one of the classic paintings by Degas of beautiful women at toilet.

At the sound of my step, Martine put down her book and looked at me over the top of her glasses. Her eyes had a triumphant gleam, and after a moment she nodded in approval. Glancing down at my bare feet, she told me to stand on my toes, so she could see how I’d look in heels. I put one hand on the doorknob and lifted myself onto my toes. I could feel the muscles in my thighs trembling as she ran her eyes up and down my legs.

“You’ll have to bring proper heels next time,” she said.

Her saying “next time” casually, as if she already owned me made my heart leap up, and I felt myself blushing again. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do, so I stood there frozen while she picked up her book and began reading. The seconds stretched into a minute, then two. Martine turned the page of her book, now and then shifting her body slightly, so that the water lapped against the tub and her breasts bobbed.

I realized she was testing me, to see how long I’d stand there on my toes. Determined to pass the test, I breathed carefully through my parted lips and tried to keep still. I had my knees close together, and I could feel how sticky my pussy had become. Finally, after about five minutes of silence, I threw a quick glance down at my legs.

With the acuity of a mind reader, Martine looked over at me. “Are you wet?” she asked softly.

When I nodded dumbly, she gave me a thin smile and beckoned me over to the tub. She put her hand beneath my dress and pressed her fingers against my slit, wiggling them slightly so that the petals of my pussy opened up. When the tips of her fingers slid inside me, I whimpered with pleasure and tightened my cunt muscles.

“Don’t come,” she warned me. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. She had two and then three fingers sliding in and out of my vagina, and I could feel sweat break out on my forehead as I struggled to suppress my climax. “Stay up on those toes and don’t come,” she said again, and she kept repeating this while she ran her fingers in and out of my cunt.

Martine had begun to pant a little. Opening my eyes slightly, I could see that she was fingering herself and at the same time she was fingering me. She had her head thrown back and her knees were wide apart, with her hand making a busy flurry between her legs. When she was too hot to concentrate on me anymore, she buried three fingers in my pussy and let out a throaty cry and went over the edge.

She rested for a moment, breathing peacefully with her eyes closed and the fingers of her right hand still impaling me. I was quivering all over, and my own orgasm kept rising up and threatening to overpower me. Finally Martine took her fingers out of my slit and in a dreamy voice told me to go into the bedroom and wait for her. I was so near coming that I could hardly walk, and when I got into the other room, I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to calm myself.

When Martine walked into the bedroom, she was naked, rubbing lotion onto her arms. I noticed for the first time that her cunt was clean shaven, with dark pink lips much larger than mine. When I lifted my eyes to her face, I could see that she was annoyed because I was sitting down. Flushing with embarrassment, I quickly jumped to my feet.

Without speaking, she went over to her dressing table and took out her hairpins, then indicated that I should start brushing her shiny chestnut hair. The brisk movement set her breasts in motion, and her brown nipples became erect. My own nipples were tingling from the crinkly material of my starched dress. While I stood there brushing her hair, Martine quietly told me what our “arrangement,” as she put it, would entail.

She expected me to show up at he apartment each Sunday at noon. I’d clean house and act as her personal maid. If it suited her, she said, she’d also discipline me occasionally. She had a list of rules she insisted I follow in addition, I was to address her as “Ma’am” at all times. When she finished, she paused and looked at me. It was time, I knew, to make a decision.

For the first time, I used the words.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, and lowered my eyes.

“Fine,” she murmured. “Now give yourself a quick orgasm, and then we’ll put you to work.”

My cheeks flamed. Did she want me to masturbate right there? I was afraid to ask her what she meant. I’d never masturbated in front of anyone, and even though I was fully in heat, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to come standing there so open, so vulnerable.

In a shaky voice, I finally asked her if I could sit down. Martine picked up some eye shadow and leaned toward the mirror. Without even glancing at me, she said, “If I wanted you to sit, I would’ve told you to sit.”

Completely humiliated, I lifted my little skirt and pushed two fingers into my wet slit. Instinctively, I clamped down with my inner muscles, tugging at my fingers as I stroked in and out. I was about to touch my clit when tremors rippled through my belly and my legs went weak. The next moment, only seconds after I’d begun fingering myself, a painfully sharp orgasm pierced the depths of my cunt. Grabbing the bed to steady myself, I cried out and then stood there panting heavily.

Without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, Martine got to her feet and beckoned me with her finger. As weak as a kitten, I followed her into the bathroom. Pointing to the clothes hamper, she told me to gather up all her hand washables and rinse them out in the sink. And when I was finished washing her clothes, I was to scrub both the floor and the toilet.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I whispered. When Martine left the room, I quickly rummaged through the hamper and removed her stockings, bras and panties. Piling up her underthings, I went about the tedious task of washing each item one by one.

After hanging the wet clothes, I found a plastic scrub bucket and cleanser beneath the sink. While I was filling the bucket with hot water, Martine came walking into the room. She’d finished putting on her makeup and she was wearing black lace panties and a very d collet black bra and heels.

Standing there with the bucket in my hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off Martine’s beautifully pushed up breasts, now practically at my eye level. She stamped her foot impatiently and told me to take off my uniform before I scrubbed the floor. “Don’t you dare spoil that outfit,” she said sharply.

I didn’t dare show my annoyance, but as soon as Martine left the room, I irritably pulled off my apron and dress. Bitch, I thought. A moment later I felt myself smiling slightly. Of course she was a bitch if she wasn’t a bitch, she wouldn’t have me on my hands and knees, nude, scrubbing her floor. And if she weren’t a bitch, I wouldn’t be so utterly enthralled by her.

By the time I was done with the bathroom, my back ached and my knees were red from kneeling on the floor. As I stood up and reached for the maid’s uniform, I suddenly hesitated. Suppose Martine didn’t want me to get dressed again? She hadn’t actually told me to, after all…

Biting my lip, I stood there for a long moment, trying to make up my mind. I was aware of how absurd the situation was. I was an intelligent, mature woman and yet Martine had me so intimidated that I couldn’t make a simple decision without her approval.

Still naked, I shyly opened the door, padded down the hall and stood at the entrance to the living room. Martine was stretched out on the couch in her bra and panties. She had her long legs extended, and she was smoking a cigarette and chatting on the phone. Putting one hand over the receiver, she looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Instinctively, I stood on my toes.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” I stammered. “I’m finished, and I wasn’t sure if…”

In a curt voice, she interrupted me and told me to get dressed, then stand in the corner and wait on her. Dipping a curtsy, I hurried and got back into my uniform. Then I simply stood there, waiting for Martine to summon me.

The minutes passed. I was dying for a cigarette, and I was also dying to sit down. I really don’t know how much time went by, but I’m sure it was at least an hour. As tears welled up in my eyes I thought surely she couldn’t have forgotten me!

At long last I heard Martine call my name, and I approached her where she lay, regal as a lioness. Looking into her lovely brown eyes, I felt myself melting again.

“Go into the bedroom,” she said softly, “and bring back some red nail polish. I want you to do my toes.”

I spent the next half hour or so kneeling on the floor in front of Martine. She sat up and placed her slim feet high on my bare thighs. While I bent over and carefully painted her toenails with the red enamel, Martine lit another cigarette and talked to me about all the Sundays we’d spend together. In a dreamy voice she told me that she wanted my obedience, but also my love. “One without the other is useless to me,” she said.

Her toenails were dry now. I capped the polish and sat back on my haunches, then straightened my uniform bodice and looked into her face. Smiling again, Martine took my wrists and drew me to my feet, then pulled me facedown over her lap. I felt her hand lifting my skirt, bunching it around my waist. As I lay trembling, she ran her palm over my ass and squeezed the soft flesh.

I was about to come in her lap when she startled me by suddenly bringing her hand down hard across my rump. The first few slaps didn’t really hurt, but after awhile, as she kept spanking me, my ass began to redden and burn. I was squirming in pain now but was brimming with the thrill of intense pleasure. And then the pain and pleasure merged and ran together as she jammed several fingers into my raging cunt and forced a ravishing orgasm to blossom between my legs.

As I came down from the euphoria I noticed that Martine had leaned over and was brushing her cool lips against my hot, tingling ass. It was a gesture of such unexpected tenderness that my eyes blurred with tears. Breathless from the excitement of coming, I cried out in a rush of happiness and obedience, knowing that I was truly in love with my mistress. And she in love with me.

I’ve read Variations for quite some time now. I very much enjoy the stories of women’s sexual experiences with other women. I’ve lived with a woman for twelve wonderful years, and I’d like to share with you the first experience I ever had with her.

Arlene and I first met through a mutual friend named Janet. Janet told me that Arlene would be a real sexual experience. I agreed to meet her, out of pure curiosity.

The day finally came, and as I waited outside the restaurant for Arlene to show up, I wondered what I was doing there. At the same time, I couldn’t wait to feast my eyes upon her. Finally a woman came walking toward me. It was Arlene! I stood there speechless, and my breath left me miles behind. She was wearing a tightly fitted skirt and blouse.

My body was frozen stiff with excitement, my eyes fixed to her magnificent breasts. They were tantalizingly uplifted. I stared at this goddess in total admiration.

She stopped in front of me and smiled, her eyes twinkling at my surprise, admiration, and my obvious lust. I could feel desire surging through my entire body. Arlene took me by the hand and led me to her car. She looked at me and said, “We’ll go to my place, have a few drinks and see what the night will bring.” I just smiled and nodded my approval.

Arlene’s apartment was very luxurious, with fine furnishings. She brought me a snifter of brandy and we sat down. We talked of past experiences and decided we were both tired of inexperienced women. Arlene’s eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul. Finally she said, “Come on and take a shower with me.”

Her eyes sparkling, she took my hand, led me to her bedroom and sat me down while readying the shower. She stopped at the bathroom door and began to ever so slowly undress. My eyes burned with passion as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor, showing me the silky white treasure of her flesh. Her platinum hair glistened in the light. Her breasts stood firm, and her pink nipples were erect.

Arlene giggled as I moaned in frustration. My pussy was throbbing with excitement and wet with anticipation. I watched eagerly as she dropped the last piece, a half slip, to reveal her fine, reddish blonde pussy. She rubbed against me while taking my clothes off. For an instant I felt inferior to her. I ran my hands softly over her shoulders and down her back, finally cupping her buttocks in my hands. Our eyes met, and then our lips. My tongue sank deep in her mouth as I pulled her tightly against me. Arlene moaned her approval and sank her nails into my ass and began to knead the flesh as a happy pussycat would. I came instantly, ecstatically.

We proceeded to the shower. As the warm water beat down on us, Arlene put her hands on my shoulders and slowly began pushing me to my knees. Suddenly my mouth was inches away from her glistening, wet pussy. I wasted no time burying my face in her luscious, inviting nest. I teasingly probed her clitoris with my tongue. She closed her eyes as the water beat down on her. I began to lick and suck her pussy as if it were my favorite candy, making sucking and slurping sounds. Then I started ramming my tongue in and out of her vagina. Arlene’s hips began to pump my mouth. She grabbed my head and pulled it closer to her, fucking my face until she climaxed with a sigh. I, too, came while greedily lapping up her flowing, sweet juices.

We emerged from the shower and toweled dry. Arlene lay facedown on the bed with her long legs spread. I began to rub her round, tight ass, exposing her tight pink asshole as well as opening her pussy lips. She gasped with surprise and pleasure. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and pulled her ass apart again, this time flicking my tongue all around her asshole. She squealed with pleasure.

I placed a finger up her pussy and began to explore the moist, soft hole. By this time she was making deep and sexy whimpers. She began to pump, rocking wildly and clutching at the bed. “Fuck me!” she cried. Arlene’s cries and moans were a delight to my ears and sent me to a place where nothing could disturb this fantasy come true. I licked and sucked until her entire body began to quiver and she exploded in my mouth.

After a short rest, I commanded Arlene to sit on my face. Without hesitation she climbed aboard. I had found a small, thin vibrator next to the bed, and now I put it up her ass and turned it on. Then I put two fingers up her pussy. I began a gentle rhythm in and out. When I pushed into her pussy, I pulled out of her ass, and so on. She groaned with excitement. I found her swollen clitoris and went for it!

Arlene was in total ecstasy. Her eyes were closed and passion shone in her face. Suddenly she began to speak in French, very softly. She began to shake and quiver as she rocked on my face, and tremendous spasms rolled over her body. She exploded! Finally she collapsed with a sigh of satisfaction. She crawled into my arms and we drifted into a blissful sleep.

The next morning, Arlene woke me with a passionate kiss. I went straight to heaven as she teased and caressed every part of my body.

When she wasn’t kissing my sensitive breasts she was down between my legs, her magical tongue rummaging in the warm, wet folds of my aroused pussy. One sweet orgasm followed another as she played my body, stroking here, licking there, her touch exquisite and ever so knowing.

That was the beginning, and we’ve continued to share the most wonderful, passionate and sexy relationship for the past twelve years.

Ms. S.Y., Kentucky

Recently I was sitting by the pool soaking up the warm sunshine, my high fence giving me complete privacy as I lay nude. I felt my pussy tingle and I reached down and slid a finger between my pouting lips and lightly stroked my sex. I stroked upward and felt my clit stiffen and swell.

I reached over and picked up my cordless phone and called Bernice, a new friend I’d met at my aerobics class. I’d caught her shyly watching me several times during class and when we were dressing. I’ve been gay for years and wondered if I could get Bernice interested in me. She seemed surprised at my call but readily agreed to come over for a swim and a drink. While I waited for her to arrive, I made up a large pitcher of strawberry daiquiris and slipped into my thinnest, smallest bikini.

I greeted Bernice with a frost daiquiri and a warm hug and brushed her lips lightly with mine. She admired my suit. It really shows off my body, and my dark nipples and pubic hair are just discernible through the cloth. She changed into her suit and we moved to the pool.

Bernice is a beautiful woman, full bodied, with no excess fat. Her large breasts filled her bikini top almost to overflowing and her beautiful face was set off by her head of blonde hair. We sat facing each other, and as we talked she kept looking at my barely covered breasts and down to my crotch. I’d moved around until the cloth was pulled tight, showing the furrow of my pussy.

I sat up and untied my top, telling her that we had complete privacy. As we talked, I let my arm brush my nipples and tease them. She didn’t disappoint me. I kept catching her watching the twin nubs grow and jut out. And I noticed her nipples begin to become erect.

I laughed softly. She raised an eyebrow slightly. I nodded at her breasts. She blushed.

“Take off your top,” I said. “You have lovely breasts. Let me see them.”

Still blushing, Bernice reached around and unfastened her top. I murmured “beautiful” as her perfect globes spilled out. Her full, low slung breasts were set off by silver dollar sized areolas that were now crinkled, and her nipples were erect and hard. I felt my mouth water.

As we drank the potent daiquiris, I turned the conversation to how lovely she was. She listened, fascinated. I knew I was getting to her when I caught her squeezing her thighs together.

I set my drink aside and moved to her. I leaned down and cupped one of her beautiful breasts with both hands, feeling its smooth flesh, weighing its fullness. Bernice sighed, and I wet my lips and sucked her hard nipple. I flicked it with my tongue, sucked up and down its length and then nipped it softly with my teeth. She moaned and pulled my face hard into her soft breasts.

As I kissed her breast, I slid my hand down her body, over her rounded tummy and inside her bikini bottom. Her thighs spread themselves for me and my fingers found her moist slit. I cupped her mound, firmly rotating my hand. A soft “yes” escaped her lips. I nipped her erect nipple again and flicked my tongue over it rapidly.

Her warm hand found my breast and cupped and fondled it, lightly pulling my hard nipple. I slid a finger between her sex lips and found her hot and very wet. Using her lubrication, I slid a finger deep into her. Her pussy responded by clasping my finger. I slowly finger fucked her while nibbling and tonguing her nipple.

Sliding my finger out, I moved it upward and had no trouble finding her swollen clit. Slowly and softly I began to stroke and rub the nubbin of flesh. She began to pant and moan and I knew her climax was near. Her arms pressed me against her and she began to tremble all over.

I increased the pressure against her clit and she went wild. She bucked and cried out, and as she climaxed I caught her hard nipple between my teeth and bit down, raking it in a way I instinctively thought she would like. I felt her nails raking my scalp as she pressed my head hard against her. Her climax went on and on until she finally went completely limp.

I softly kissed her lips and we hugged. She whispered that she’d wanted me for a long time but had been afraid to come on to me. We moved into the house and were soon on the bed naked, exploring each other’s body. It was slow and soft as we stroked and kissed, attuning each other to our desires. She went down on me, licking and sucking my spread pussy, her tongue soft and delicate at first and then a firm, wriggling invader that probed my drenched and pulsating clitoris and tunnel.

She sucked and tongued me until I exploded, going from one climax to another.

We rested and then slipped together again, feasting on each other at the same time. Spreading her reddened flesh wide, I licked and sucked her slowly to a climax. Her sex was delicate and delicious, her pussy a virtual fountain of tasty juices. As she ate me, her fingers one by one slid up inside my pussy until her four fingers became a huge dildo sliding in and out, her lips and tongue sucking my clit until I exploded with a climax so great I almost fainted. I don’t know how long we made love, but we each brought the other to countless climaxes, never taking our mouths from the other’s spread cunt. I held her and sighed deeply.

Ms. U.B., West Virginia

I met Fran at a health club. We hit it off and became fast friends. She’s the opposite of me. I’m petite she’s large boned and full figured. She keeps in good shape, though she’s always trying to lose another “pound or two.” She found out I sailed and invited me to go on a cruise with her and a girlfriend who owned a twenty five foot sailboat. We would sail around the Bahamas for a couple of weeks. It sounded wonderful.

Fran and I flew to Florida and met Belinda, a pretty brunette with a slim body. She had everything ready, and by noon we were under sail and on course for Nassau. It didn’t take me long to learn the ropes of the new boat, and she handled superbly. Belinda let me sail her until she was satisfied I knew what I was doing. When we cleared the shipping lanes, Fran, Belinda and I shed our tops and let the sun warm us. At the wheel, I watched Fran rub suntan lotion on Belinda and immediately got the idea that they were more than good friends. Far from being shocked, I was intrigued. Years before, I’d experimented with a girlfriend, and more than once I had been drawn to a close lady friend but hadn’t pursued it. Fran caught me watching and smiled. I smiled back and winked.

We reached Nassau, cleared customs and sailed south for the scattered, gemlike islands. We saw fewer and fewer boats, and soon it seemed that we had the islands to ourselves. We’d been going topless, and now we shed the rest of our clothes and sailed gloriously nude. We couldn’t help but come close to each other as we trimmed the sails or passed each other in the small passageway. I liked the fleeting brush of feminine flesh against mine and the occasional covert gaze at my spread pussy as I bent over to tie a line. Of course, I looked at their bodies too.

We anchored in a small cove to spend the night. We swam naked in the warm water, chasing each other. We rigged a shade awning on the island and ate fish cooked over a small open fire. Later I wandered around the small island looking for driftwood and shells. I was on my way back, loaded down with wood, when I came to a sudden stop. Under the awning, Fran lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her hands caressing her magnificent breasts as Belinda’s dark head bobbed between her thighs. Fran moaned softly and thrust her hips upward. I moved forward and laid the firewood down. Fran turned toward me, her eyes glazed with passion. I sat down and took her hand and kissed it. She smiled.

I had never actually seen women making love. Belinda’s fingers spread Fran’s pussy lips apart, and I could see her tongue lap up and down the pink slit. Belinda’s lips sucked at the top of Fran’s pussy and pulled, and I shivered as I imagined how it would feel to have her lips suck on my clit.

I moved down on the blanket, the better to view this erotic coupling. Belinda looked up at me, then went back to kissing Fran’s love nest. She had two fingers buried in Fran and she slid and rotated them in and out as she licked. I reached out and slid my hand over Belinda’s back, caressing her warm skin. It felt so good to slide my hand over her soft flesh. My other hand went between my legs, and I pressed a finger between my pussy lips. I slid my hand down to Belinda’s pert butt and stroked her. She pressed back against my hand.

Curiosity, passion, whatever, got the best of me, and I moved behind Belinda. She looked back for a moment and, without taking her mouth from Fran’s pussy, slid her legs under her so that she was in a kneeling position. I moved in close and ran my hand over her skin, looking at her taut buttocks, the puckered brown hole of her anus and the glistening slit of her pussy. She’d shaved off the hair of her pussy except for a triangle at the top. Her outer lips were trim and small, barely protruding. I reached out and spread them, revealing her wet pink flesh, so like a delicate flower.

I gazed at her vaginal folds and saw a drop of liquid slowly emerge. My finger moved, almost of its own volition, to touch that drop and bring it to my lips. It was salty and delicious. I caressed her open, slick flesh and heard her moan softly. I knew how I liked my pussy stroked, and I began to slide my fingers over her folds.

I pressed my face close to her sex, inhaling her fragrance. Then I ran my tongue slowly up and down her delicious flesh. Her juices tasted wonderful, and the heady aroma of her womanhood filled my nostrils. I lapped at her pussy. My fingers pulled her lips wide, and I speared her with my long, pointed tongue, wiggling it as deeply as I could inside her woman flesh. My nose was pressed against her neat brown anus as I flicked my tongue in and out. I found her firm clit with my fingers and began to softly stroke that erect nubbin.

Belinda began to shudder, and her pussy contracted around my invading tongue. I flicked her clit faster and sucked her flesh while I drove my tongue harder into her. I had to hold on to her hips to stay with her. She cried out as she came. Her juices flowed into my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of her. I moved slightly and placed my lips over her clit and sucked hard. She went wild with passion as I drove her from one climax to another.

I was on fire. I rolled over, and my fingers were a blur as I stroked my clit. Suddenly hands pulled my fingers away, and a mouth covered my aching cunt. I screamed as Fran’s lips sucked my clit. A moment later her thighs were around my head and her drenched pussy was thrusting against my mouth. I found her erect clit and raked it with my teeth, then sucked and licked it in a frenzy of passion. Her tongue drove me quickly over the top and I climaxed explosively, screaming against her flesh.

I rubbed my face into her soaking pussy and in the process drove her to a climax too. I had never felt like this in my entire life. I was a giant vagina being devoured by another giant vagina I was trying to crawl inside. I can’t say how many times I climaxed, or how many times I drove Fran to a climax, but finally we lay totally spent, gasping for breath. I looked up to see Belinda smiling down at me. She kissed me tenderly and enveloped Fran and me in her arms.

We ate dinner on the boat, and as the stars came out and a pale moon illuminated the sea, we spread a mattress on the deck. I lay between these beautiful women, and they kissed and caressed my body. I sighed as a knowing tongue slipped into the folds of my pussy. I knew this was going to be a vacation that I would remember for the rest of my life.

Ms. I.Y., Kansas
My nose was pressed against her neat brown anus as I flicked my tongue in and out. I found her firm clit with my fingers and began to softly stroke that erect nubbin.

GIANT WAVES OF LUST WASH OVER ALL GIRL CREW OF A SAILBOAT BOUND FOR PARADISE

I met Fran at a health club. We hit it off and became fast friends. She’s the opposite of me. I’m petite she’s large boned and full figured. She keeps in good shape, though she’s always trying to lose another “pound or two.” She found out I sailed and invited me to go on a cruise with her and a girlfriend who owned a twenty five foot sailboat. We would sail around the Bahamas for a couple of weeks. It sounded wonderful.

Fran and I flew to Florida and met Belinda, a pretty brunette with a slim body. She had everything ready, and by noon we were under sail and on course for Nassau. It didn’t take me long to learn the ropes of the new boat, and she handled superbly. Belinda let me sail her until she was satisfied I knew what I was doing. When we cleared the shipping lanes, Fran, Belinda and I shed our tops and let the sun warm us. At the wheel, I watched Fran rub suntan lotion on Belinda and immediately got the idea that they were more than good friends. Far from being shocked, I was intrigued. Years before, I’d experimented with a girlfriend, and more than once I had been drawn to a close lady friend but hadn’t pursued it. Fran caught me watching and smiled. I smiled back and winked.

We reached Nassau, cleared customs and sailed south for the scattered, gemlike islands. We saw fewer and fewer boats, and soon it seemed that we had the islands to ourselves. We’d been going topless, and now we shed the rest of our clothes and sailed gloriously nude. We couldn’t help but come close to each other as we trimmed the sails or passed each other in the small passageway. I liked the fleeting brush of feminine flesh against mine and the occasional covert gaze at my spread pussy as I bent over to tie a line. Of course, I looked at their bodies too.

We anchored in a small cove to spend the night. We swam naked in the warm water, chasing each other. We rigged a shade awning on the island and ate fish cooked over a small open fire. Later I wandered around the small island looking for driftwood and shells. I was on my way back, loaded down with wood, when I came to a sudden stop. Under the awning, Fran lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her hands caressing her magnificent breasts as Belinda’s dark head bobbed between her thighs. Fran moaned softly and thrust her hips upward. I moved forward and laid the firewood down. Fran turned toward me, her eyes glazed with passion. I sat down and took her hand and kissed it. She smiled.

I had never actually seen women making love. Belinda’s fingers spread Fran’s pussy lips apart, and I could see her tongue lap up and down the pink slit. Belinda’s lips sucked at the top of Fran’s pussy and pulled, and I shivered as I imagined how it would feel to have her lips suck on my clit.

I moved down on the blanket, the better to view this erotic coupling. Belinda looked up at me, then went back to kissing Fran’s love nest. She had two fingers buried in Fran and she slid and rotated them in and out as she licked. I reached out and slid my hand over Belinda’s back, caressing her warm skin. It felt so good to slide my hand over her soft flesh. My other hand went between my legs, and I pressed a finger between my pussy lips. I slid my hand down to Belinda’s pert butt and stroked her. She pressed back against my hand.

Curiosity, passion, whatever, got the best of me, and I moved behind Belinda. She looked back for a moment and, without taking her mouth from Fran’s pussy, slid her legs under her so that she was in a kneeling position. I moved in close and ran my hand over her skin, looking at her taut buttocks, the puckered brown hole of her anus and the glistening slit of her pussy. She’d shaved off the hair of her pussy except for a triangle at the top. Her outer lips were trim and small, barely protruding. I reached out and spread them, revealing her wet pink flesh, so like a delicate flower.

I gazed at her vaginal folds and saw a drop of liquid slowly emerge. My finger moved, almost of its own volition, to touch that drop and bring it to my lips. It was salty and delicious. I caressed her open, slick flesh and heard her moan softly. I knew how I liked my pussy stroked, and I began to slide my fingers over her folds.

I pressed my face close to her sex, inhaling her fragrance. Then I ran my tongue slowly up and down her delicious flesh. Her juices tasted wonderful, and the heady aroma of her womanhood filled my nostrils. I lapped at her pussy. My fingers pulled her lips wide, and I speared her with my long, pointed tongue, wiggling it as deeply as I could inside her woman flesh. My nose was pressed against her neat brown anus as I flicked my tongue in and out. I found her firm clit with my fingers and began to softly stroke that erect nubbin.

Belinda began to shudder, and her pussy contracted around my invading tongue. I flicked her clit faster and sucked her flesh while I drove my tongue harder into her. I had to hold on to her hips to stay with her. She cried out as she came. Her juices flowed into my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of her. I moved slightly and placed my lips over her clit and sucked hard. She went wild with passion as I drove her from one climax to another.

I was on fire. I rolled over, and my fingers were a blur as I stroked my clit. Suddenly hands pulled my fingers away, and a mouth covered my aching cunt. I screamed as Fran’s lips sucked my clit. A moment later her thighs were around my head and her drenched pussy was thrusting against my mouth. I found her erect clit and raked it with my teeth, then sucked and licked it in a frenzy of passion. Her tongue drove me quickly over the top and I climaxed explosively, screaming against her flesh.

I rubbed my face into her soaking pussy and in the process drove her to a climax too. I had never felt like this in my entire life. I was a giant vagina being devoured by another giant vagina I was trying to crawl inside. I can’t say how many times I climaxed, or how many times I drove Fran to a climax, but finally we lay totally spent, gasping for breath. I looked up to see Belinda smiling down at me. She kissed me tenderly and enveloped Fran and me in her arms.

We ate dinner on the boat, and as the stars came out and a pale moon illuminated the sea, we spread a mattress on the deck. I lay between these beautiful women, and they kissed and caressed my body. I sighed as a knowing tongue slipped into the folds of my pussy. I knew this was going to be a vacation that I would remember for the rest of my life.

Ms. I.Y., Kansas

I read your publication faithfully and enjoy it a great deal. I am a registered pharmacist working for a major drug company in the Southwest. I travel to doctors’ offices, hospitals, clinics, etc., as a salesperson. I have a route that stretches some three hundred miles. I am twenty six, single and a lesbian.

The experience I’m going to relate happened last month while I was on my route making calls to my clients. As I left my home and headed to my first stop in a city a couple of hours away, my thoughts revolved around sweet little Carrie, a receptionist in a doctor’s office. She is a doll, tiny and built to perfection, like a porcelain statue. The last few times I visited, Carrie had been very sweet and friendly to me, and this resulted in our having dinner together.

As I drove on, all I could think about was Carrie. My nipples stiffened in my lacy bra and my panties dampened as I opened and closed my legs. I had masturbated frequently reliving that evening, and I was tempted now to slip my fingers under my dress and into my panties.

I arrived at Carrie’s office late in the morning and was greeted with a friendly hug from her. We chatted as I delivered samples and took orders. Carrie was demurely dressed in a little sundress, as it was very warm that day. Leaning over her desk, Carrie revealed the tops of her plump little breasts, which were half covered by her bra. As I was leaving, I could feel my arousal soak my panties when Carrie asked if we were having dinner again. I remarked that as it was so hot, we should meet at my hotel after she got off and go swimming. Her smile was captivating, and she said she’d go home at lunch and get her swimsuit.

I finished my rounds late that afternoon and checked into the motel to await Carrie. As I undressed, I noticed the gooey mess I had made in my panty crotch just thinking about her. I changed into my bikini and went out to sun myself. When Carrie arrived, we went into my room, where she changed into her tiny suit. When she came out of the bathroom, my breath was taken away. Her white bikini barely covered her shapely behind, and the wide crotch framed her sex lovingly. I became highly aroused looking at her delectable little body, and I think she realized the effect she was having on me.

I went into the bathroom to comb my hair, and there on the counter were Carrie’s little lacy panties. I lifted them to my face and smelled the exciting aroma that saturated the crotch. Overcome with desire, I licked the moist fabric and tasted the cream her arousal had produced.

Reluctantly, I dropped her panties, left the room and joined Carrie at poolside. When wet, her bikini was almost transparent. I stared at the crotch, which puffed out, outlining her pussy. We swam for a few minutes and then sunned ourselves on the loungers beside the pool. Carrie was on her back with her legs open, giving me the chance to look at her tightly covered pussy. Little blonde hairs curled out of the crotch of her suit, making me wild with desire.

We sunned ourselves for an hour or so and then went back into my room. I showered and put on my most seductive lingerie: little white lace panties and a flimsy bra. I came out and stood before the large mirror and combed my hair. I could see Carrie admiring my slim body in the mirror. I twisted and turned, giving her a show. I spread my legs and pushed out my behind as I bent over the dresser, making my panties stretch tightly over my bottom. My pussy was throbbing.

Carrie got up from the bed and brought out fresh clothes from her bag. She went in, showered and came out naked, her lithe body oh, so beautiful. She lightly powdered and perfumed her body as I, fully dressed now, watched. Then she pulled up her virginal pink panties and matching bra. She finally put on a tight red skirt and silk blouse. As we walked out the door, I noticed the panty line through her skirt. I just love to view a shapely behind encased in tight panties.

We enjoyed a nice meal, and our conversation eventually turned to sex. I confessed to being a lesbian, hoping I would not scare Carrie away. She revealed that she had not had sex with anybody but masturbated a lot thinking about it. She also said that I made her feel sexy and that she enjoyed being with me. We got an extra bottle of wine and headed back to the motel room. Once there, we talked some more. She said she thought she could make love to a girl and that she would love to try it. She was lying on the bed, and I was sitting in a chair facing her. I could sense her arousal as she turned to me and sat up to remove her blouse. I caught a glimpse of her panties as her skirt rode up on her thighs.

I removed my dress and walked over to her, clad only in bra and panties. I removed her bra and gently leaned over and kissed her sweet little nipples I felt her stiffen when my hand crept under her skirt and touched the crotch of her panties. She shyly opened her legs to give me access to the treasure that lay beneath the drenched fabric of her underpants. Carrie began to softly undulate against my fingers as I probed her pussy.

My own panties were soaked when I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Laying her down on the bed, I slipped off my bra and knelt between her opened legs. Electricity sparked between us as I got on top of her, feeling our panty covered pussies mashing wetly together. Our tongues dueled as we kissed, our desire and breathing escalating, our drenched pussies caressing each other in a dance of pure love. Our panties squished together in a profusion of juices as we came together, Carrie holding my buttocks tightly against her thrusting pussy.

We came down from heaven slowly. I slithered down her perfect little body, trailing soft kisses over her warm flesh until I reached the top of her panties. I couldn’t resist kissing her pussy through the soaked cotton.

Carrie yelped and her hips bucked into my face as I licked and sucked greedily. I chewed on the fabric of her panties until she screamed and came again. After a while she pushed my face away from her pussy and sat up. She kissed my lips, licking her come from my face.

Carrie lovingly professed her love for me and shyly asked if she could make me feel good. I wanted her to eat me so bad I was having mini orgasms from the thought alone. I lay back and opened my legs for her, offering her my pussy. She kissed the sodden crotch of my panties, then gently removed them, licking the insides of them and tasting the juices smeared there. She sighed, tossed my panties aside and then began to lick and suck me.

Oh, what a feeling! Carrie’s mouth covering my pussy, her tongue slicing up through my slit and licking my distended clitoris on each upstroke. I came explosively, screaming to the heavens as the best orgasm of my life glossed Carrie’s face. I finally calmed down and we lay kissing each other’s face, ears and neck.

She dressed for home, but before leaving and making a date for a repeat performance on my next visit through, she asked for my soiled panties. I gladly gave them to her. She gave me hers, and on lonely nights I masturbate with Carrie’s soiled panties held tightly against my face. I know without a doubt she is doing the same with my sticky panties.

Ms. N.O., Montana

Paula, my roommate, and I have never been overly modest around each other. We both have bodies to be proud of, and we go around the apartment nude most of the time.

Coming home early from a party one evening, I heard Paula moaning. Moving to her open door, I looked in. She lay on the bed nude, masturbating. She was working a large vibrating dildo in and out of her pussy.

We both admit to masturbating, but had never done it in each other’s presence. I found the sight very sexually stimulating, so I slid my panties down and began to stroke my clit. I must have moaned, for Paula suddenly stopped and looked at me. She laughed when she saw my hand moving up and down against my pussy.

“You caught me having fun with my favorite toy,” she said. “Why don’t you come and join me.”

Moving into the room, I undressed and then slid into bed next to her. We maneuvered ourselves around until we were facing and had an unrestricted view of each other’s pussy. Paula resumed sliding the fat, humming dildo inside herself, while I spread my pussy wide, wet a finger in my abundant juices and stroked my rapidly hardening clit. I’ve always found it erotic to have someone look at my pussy. I slid a couple of fingers up inside my slick sex, fucking myself.

We stroked and fucked ourselves to moaning climaxes that were very intense. We both burst into laughter and rolled together, legs entwined, breasts pressing against breasts. We kissed tenderly at first, and then harder, our tongues probing. Her pussy juice was wet against my thigh, and I wanted to taste her. “I want to eat you,” I whispered.

“Oh, yes, yes. I’m so hot. Turn around, I want to eat you too!” Paula said huskily. It all seemed so natural, and without hesitation we buried our faces in each other’s soft, wet flesh. The taste and smell of Paula was beyond belief. Her soft lips and tongue at my pussy were so thrilling.

I made love to her the way I like to be loved. We climaxed together, almost at once, then settled down to a long, slow love feast. We lost track of the time and of the number of times we climaxed. We went to sleep in each other’s arms.

Ever since then, we make love often and at unexpected moments. Yesterday I was bending over the sink washing my hair when Paula moved behind me, spread my asscheeks and began to tongue my pussy. She slid a finger urgently up my ass as she tongued me to a roaring climax.

Ms. V.T., Minnesota

I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach as I pulled into the driveway. I had been warned by my girlfriend to turn off my cell phone before entering the house. Liz said she wouldn’t tolerate any interruptions that evening. She had text messaged me that morning to inform me that she had special plans for me that night, and I was to be prepared. I guessed it had to be something completely dirty, and as usual, it turned out I was right.

Throughout my life, I’d heard all the jokes about “Lesbian Bed Death,” but they had certainly never applied to our relationship. After three years, Liz and I were still raring to go anytime, anyplace. But lately, we had both been working extra hours, Liz as a guard at the local women’s correctional facility, and myself as a mid level corporate drone, and as a result we hadn’t spent much time together. We hadn’t had sex in more than three weeks, and for us, that was tantamount to corking an active volcano.

I ran a brush through my hair and dropped my silenced phone in my purse before getting out of my car. The front door was unlocked, and the lamp in the hall cast dim splashes of light across the otherwise dark living room. I set down my bag and walked into the room, jumping slightly when I finally spotted Liz standing in the corner.

She was dressed in clean fatigues and a tank top, her combat boots were on and her dark hair was pulled back. I opened my mouth to greet her, but I stopped short as I noticed her expression. She was stern looking, with her eyes dark and glittery and her mouth set. She looked pretty damn sexy, and I felt a nervous shiver run down my spine as I began to comprehend what she had in store for me.

She approached me, unsmiling. When we were less than a foot apart, she grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and swiveled me around before I had a chance to react, so that my back was toward her.

“For tonight,” she said softly, her breath warm on my ear, “consider yourself to be in custody house arrest, if you will.” Liz then proceeded to cuff me, and not with the silly fur trimmed handcuffs we kept in our bedroom, but with cold, hard, prison issue metal.

“Tonight,” she continued, “you will do what I tell you to do. If you misbehave, you will be punished. If you want to be released on good behavior, you will obey without comment, no matter what. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask them.”

“When am I up for parole, warden?” I asked semi jokingly, wondering if I needed to go ahead and postpone tomorrow morning’s meeting. In response, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back sharply. “I wouldn’t try to be a wise ass if I were you,” she jeered. “Haven’t you ever heard what happens to little girls like you in prison?”

Liz then proceeded to march me into our “spare” room. It’s not large enough to be a bedroom it’s more like an oversized closet. The windowless room was usually a catchall for holiday decorations, things we were intending to take to the dump, and random stuff like ironing boards and tennis rackets. Apparently she had redecorated earlier that day in preparation for the evening’s events. Everything had been cleared from the tiny room, except for an old metal desk and two metal chairs, a foldout cot, and a duffel bag filled with God knew what. Complete with the harsh light from the naked bulb that hung from the ceiling, it looked every bit like a makeshift cell/interrogation room. We had discussed the possibility of this sort of role play numerous times, but I hadn’t realized that Liz had been planning such a scenario.

My girlfriend shoved me into the room and shut the door behind us, making a show of locking the door, even though it was only an ordinary push button door lock. She pulled a set of keys from her pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. As I massaged my sore wrists, I noticed a blinking red light from the top of the shelf unit that was beside the door: Liz had set up our old camcorder. I stiffened at the realization that whatever activity I was about to engage in would be recorded I was camera shy at the best of times. Liz saw my apprehension and laughed wickedly.

“Of course we’re going to have video surveillance,” she said calmly. “And you will still do as you are told.” Suddenly her voice grew louder, sharper and meaner. “We’ll start with a routine search. Remove all your clothing.”

“Now!” she roared when I hesitated. Fingers trembling, I fumbled to unbutton my shirt. I slid it off my shoulders and handed it to Liz. Next, I unfastened my skirt and let it fall in a heap around my ankles. I stepped out of it and kicked it over to Liz, who bent to retrieve it. Then came the stockings and heels. I faltered, embarrassment getting the better of me. Liz cleared her throat and looked at me meaningfully, before taking a seat in the chair behind the desk, facing me.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples clearly through the thin fabric of her tank top. She was breathing more heavily than usual, and despite her poker face, I could tell she was turned on. In spite of my embarrassment, I was getting turned on, too, and more than a little wet. Even so, I knew she would lose her temper if I hesitated too long, so I forced my hands to unhook the front clasp of my bra. Trying not to look in the direction of the camera, I pulled off the bra and tossed it onto the pile that Liz held in her lap. A hot blush staining my cheeks, I slid out of my underwear and left it on the floor where it fell, the soaked fabric of the crotch plainly visible.

I stood there helplessly, feeling Liz’s eyes boring holes into my naked body, too flushed to feel cold. Liz stared at me silently for an eternity, every passing second making me feel more and more awkward. Finally, she ordered me to turn around. With my back to her, she couldn’t see my jaw drop when she said, “Bend over, spread your asscheeks with your hands and squat.”

“You can’t be serious!” I sputtered. “I’m not doing that in front of a camera!” I looked at her over my shoulder, seeing her get to feet, raise her right hand and slap my ass, creating a resounding crack.

“Don’t talk back to me!” Liz snarled. “Now do what I say, you little slut.” Feeling the sting of her slap on my cheek, I turned my back to her once more. She stepped back for a better view as I bent over, grabbed my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks apart. I bent my knees in as deep a squat as I could manage without falling on my face. Liz chuckled, and I heard the sound of a zipper. I peered over my shoulder in time to see my clothes disappearing into the duffel bag and Liz snapping on a rubber glove. She saw my questioning look and smirked. “From what I can see, you look clean,” she said. “But I still don’t feel absolutely sure you aren’t hiding anything.” She hauled me up and dragged me across the room, tossing me across the desk. My face was pressed against the cold metal surface, my ass was in the air, and I felt Liz’s rubber slick hand sliding between my legs. She brushed her knuckles roughly against my throbbing clit before sliding her fingers deep into my aching pussy. I cried out involuntarily and clung to the side of the desk. Liz slid her fingers out and then plunged them back into me, making me stretch and contort to accommodate her. Over and over again she slammed her fingers into me. My pussy was so juicy that it made a soft slurping sound with every motion of her hand. I tried to suppress my moans, but they ended up escaping as soft little squeaks while I dug my nails into the side of the desk, trying to brace myself against the thrusting force of Liz’s hand. She grabbed the back of my neck to hold me down as she rammed knuckle deep into me and rocked me up against her hand. I clenched tightly around her fingers, on the brink of orgasm, when she pulled out suddenly.

Liz slapped me on the ass, leaving a wet handprint before she pulled off the rubber glove and tossed it aside. “What a dirty little girl you are,” she said, as I lay quivering and desperate for release. “I perform a cavity search, and you almost come all over my hand.” She stepped back and rooted around in her pocket for a cigarette, and I staggered over to sit in one of the metal chairs while she smoked, wishing she would offer me one but knowing she wouldn’t.

My clit was still throbbing and swollen, and it was all I could focus on as I sat on the hard, uncomfortable seat. My hand ventured between my legs and pressed down on my clit to relieve some of the pressure. It felt so good that I moaned out loud, making Liz whip her head around to look at me. She smiled with satisfaction to see me shamelessly rubbing myself. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” she murmured, and she ground out her cigarette butt and pulled the handcuffs out again. “Well, I know what to do about that.”

I didn’t offer much resistance as she pulled me up from my chair, cuffed my hands behind my back again and led me over to the foldout cot that was pushed against the wall. She shoved me down on the mattress, and miraculously the ancient frame held. I maneuvered onto my side and watched her root around in the duffel bag again. She emerged with a small vibrator. She approached the bed, wrenched my legs apart and slid the vibrator smoothly into my desperate pussy. The toy had a small ridge that jutted out from the base, and it positioned perfectly against my clit. She turned it on, and a low humming sound filled the room. I writhed and jerked at the sensation, and then she turned it off again. I moaned my protest, and she smiled almost kindly at me.

“You had better not come, because I’m going to leave this in you for a while. A dirty girl like you needs to learn some self control.” Liz reached over to pick up my discarded underwear from the floor. She balled it up in her fist, then forced my mouth open and shoved them in, deep enough to muffle my cries, but not so deep as to hinder my breathing. Liz was a clever woman. She stood over me, surveying her handiwork for a moment before turning the vibrator on again, at a higher speed than before. Then she left the room without saying a word.

I thrashed around on the cot, trying to find my balance with my hands bound behind my back. I no longer gave a damn about the camera that was filming me as I arched my back, trying to grind into the mattress in an attempt to shove the vibrator more firmly into my pussy. At the same time, I was trying so hard to postpone the inevitable orgasm that was threatening to consume me.

I clamped my knees together, trying to gain control of myself, but only succeeded in increasing the pressure of the vibrator on my clit. Spasms shook my entire body, wave after wave making me cry out so loudly I was sure Liz could hear me, wherever she was, even though the sound was somewhat muffled by the panties in my mouth. I came so hard that black spots danced before my eyes. But with the vibrator lodged so deeply inside me, I couldn’t stop, and the orgasm that should have been nearly finished just kept rolling with seismic force through my body. Sweat ran down my neck, my juices soaked the mattress my clit felt like it was truly going to explode from the unceasing torment being forced relentlessly upon it.

I had no choice but to lie there shuddering in an undignified heap, panting and waiting for the onslaught to pass. That is how Liz found me, some indeterminate time later, when she returned looking cool and refreshed. She grinned at the sight of me, semi curled on the cot, covered in sweat and pussy juice and whimpering like an animal caught in a trap. She reached down and turned off the vibrator, and when she pulled it out my pussy made a popping sound, not unlike a wine bottle being uncorked.

“I thought I told you not to come,” Liz reprimanded sharply. “I can see that you did there’s no use lying about it.” She pulled the makeshift gag out of my mouth. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”

I gasped for breath while she stared at me, the sparkle in her eye belying the look of disgust on her face. “I’m sorry, warden,” I panted. “I couldn’t help it. I really tried not to come . . . ” I trailed off as she turned away, apparently uninterested in my apologies. She knelt to search once more inside the duffel bag, and I wondered what more she could possibly have in store for my poor overworked body that night.

“Let’s see,” she speculated. “How should I punish a disobedient little tramp like you?” She straightened and turned back to me. “Maybe my trusty nightstick can teach you a lesson, hmm?”

She held in her hand a long, black rubber dildo. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the sight of it, even though I wasn’t sure I could take any more. Liz pulled a small bottle of lube from her pocket and leisurely began to grease the rubber dick.

“I want you facedown, ass up,” she said without looking at me, and I struggled to roll over for her. I was still so shaky from orgasm that I doubted my legs would support me for long, but I managed to balance myself, tripod style, on my knees and forehead, with my hands still bound behind me. I heard a sort of sliding, slipping sound, and wasn’t sure what it was until I felt the cold metal of a belt buckle sliding across my clit, which by this point felt like an exposed nerve. I realized that she had removed her belt but didn’t have time to brace myself before I felt the harsh crack of leather against my asscheeks.

She gave me six lashes, three on each cheek. The first one didn’t burn so much, just sent a pleasant flow of warmth through me. The next bit into my flesh more sharply than the strike before it. By six, I was shaking, overcome by the intensity of it all. As much as it stung, I liked the sensation, and when she was done, felt that I had passed some kind of endurance test, one that left my whole body aching with the desire for more.

I was still gasping when she dribbled some lube down the crack of my ass, which was a mercifully cooling sensation after the harsh bite of the belt. She stood back, ostensibly to admire the view.

“Damn, you’re pretty,” she muttered in almost complimentary fashion. “That ass is nice and pink, but I’m not done with you yet.”

I felt the tip of the dildo prodding gently against my asshole. “I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, do you?” I wasn’t sure if this was a rhetorical question, so I stayed silent until she smacked me hard on my already abused ass and repeated, “Do you? Answer me!”

“No!” I gasped. “I’m sorry, warden!” In response, she positioned the tip of the dildo so that just the head slid into my ass. “I’m gonna wear that ass out, make it so that you can’t sit for a week. You’d better relax, or it’s really going to hurt.” I tried to relax my muscles as she slid the full length of her cock into my tight ass. I thought about the camcorder, and I was surprised at how much I was turned on by the idea of later watching myself get fucked in the ass.

“How does that feel?” Liz taunted as she slid the dildo in and out of my ass with long, full strokes, like a well oiled piston. I grunted in response, but she obviously wanted more of a reply from me. “Admit it, you’re a dirty girl who needs to be punished. Say it!” she demanded.

“I’m a . . . dirty girl,” I repeated, in rhythm with her stroking, “who needs to be . . . punished.” I felt another orgasm building quickly inside me as I spoke the words. “Oh, God!” I cried, starting to lose control again, “Please fuck me, please use me like the slut that I am . . . oh, God, yes!” And I came again, so hard that I felt insane with lust and release, my muscles tightening so much that the dildo was forced out of my ass. I felt the slick wetness of my arousal streaming down my thighs, and I collapsed facedown on the soaked mattress.

All was quiet for a long moment, other than the sound of my labored breathing, muffled by the cot. Liz unlocked the handcuffs and freed my wrists and I rolled over to face her. “I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, but maybe you’ll behave for a while, anyway,” she said. She reached up to turn off the camcorder and then came to sit beside me. I pulled her down and draped my arms around her strong shoulders as I recovered from our scene, every inch of my body limp and languid from exertion.

Eventually, Liz rose to collect her tools, placing everything back in the duffel bag. She helped me up and escorted me to the door. She then turned and knelt beside the cot, with the intention of folding it up for storage.

“Leave it,” I said, and she looked up at me questioningly. I smiled at her. “Well, you never know when I might need to be taken into custody again. We can find somewhere else to put the damn Christmas tree!”

That spring I was working through some heavy questions in my life. The last couple of relationships I had experienced were very unfulfilling. Why was I attracting this kind of man? I decided it was time to take the summer off and write a novel.

When I got to my beachside cottage, the first thing I did was unplug the phone, and it stayed that way. I set up the typewriter on the small kitchen table, but it remained untouched all summer. Instead I splashed on some sunscreen and hit the beach, and I didn’t leave for three months except for food, water and sex although sometimes I didn’t leave the beach even for that.

It didn’t happen right away. In fact, the first three weeks of my vacation was a drowsy time of beachcombing and long afternoon naps. The beach wasn’t one of those overcrowded suburban oceanfronts with their teeming masses, but a more laid back community of burned out city dwellers and easygoing locals. Nevertheless, the people watching was excellent. Well built young men with well tanned bodies mastering the waves during the day and the girls at night. And women flaunting everything that the newest in swim wear allowed them to show, which was most everything: taut bellies, tight buttocks, rising breasts.

Fortunately, I was one of the lucky ones, and although getting involved in a romance was the furthest thing from my mind, a little attention goes a long way to build a lady’s ego. I enjoyed the gaze of early morning fishermen as I jogged by in shorts and sweatshirt, the gawking stares of surfers as I soaked up the sun in my one piece swimsuit, and the sharp eyed glances of women who, rightfully or not, looked at my body with envy.

Oddly enough, it wasn’t the muscular older fishermen who caught my eye, nor the sleek skinned surfers. It was a woman. She seemed to be everywhere. On her oceanview porch when I jogged by in the morning, in the surf when I was sunbathing in the afternoon, in town, at the library. I knew she wasn’t following me, and she seemed as embarrassed as I was that we kept bumping into each other. I could easily have ignored her as just another escapee from the city if it hadn’t been for her warm, inviting smile and the crystal blue eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and love.

One day that magnetism drew me to her. It was after my morning jog, and I was heading back to my cottage. She was on her porch, sipping coffee, as I strolled by. She waved, and I found myself drawn to her without really knowing why. Our bond seemed almost immediate. We talked for hours that first day and met each other frequently over the next two weeks, sharing our life stories, talking about love and romance, men and relationships, politics, good books, movies all the things two best friends share with each other. And through it all, there was also a physical comfort, the feeling two best girlfriends can have holding, touching, a feeling of warmth and love.

It came gradually, so it was no shock. But one night our conversation turned to silence, our silence to touching, our touching to easy, slow lovemaking that gradually increased in passion and tempo until we were at each other in a way I hadn’t thought possible for two people.

We were at her place, sharing a glass of wine in her living room. It was a foggy and cool night, so she had a small fire going. Beyond the windows, a half moon illuminated the gentle give and take of the sea. We were sunk deep in the soft cushions of her sofa, sipping our wine in silence. Claire turned toward me, seeming to watch my every move. Even then I felt a tingle of anticipation, hoping that something would happen but afraid to make the first move. I was so ready that when she finally reached out and gently ran her fingertips down the length of my arm, I closed my eyes with a sigh and sank back into the cushions. It was an obvious cue that I was available.

Claire continued stroking me gently, allowing her fingers to move up and down my arms and along the smooth skin of my legs. My thighs parted when I felt her push my skirt up and move her fingers in little circles on the sensitive skin of my thighs.

It had been such a long time since I’d had any sex, especially good sex, and Claire was such a warm person, that the thought of her being a woman didn’t seem to enter the picture. She was a loving human being with whom I felt intimate. She simply turned me on.

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked at Claire, and we shared a smile. She asked me in a whisper if I liked this, which I said I did, and if I wanted to continue, which I said I did. Claire reached out and unbuttoned my blouse, slowly revealing my full, soft breasts, their nipples already erect and aching to be fondled. She whispered a soft sigh of appreciation and told me that I had beautiful breasts. Reaching out, she touched them gently, letting the fingers of both hands ride smoothly and easily over my skin, around and around the swell of my bosom, fondling, pushing them together, and finally rubbing her cheek against them, burying her face between them.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed, allowing her attentions to just flow over me, knowing that this was an experience to savor. I sighed as I felt her lips grazing my nipples, her tongue reaching out and licking, teasing, running round and round my puffy areolas. My fingers clutched her hair as she took one nipple between her lips and pulled it deep into her mouth, sucking on it again and again while her tongue went around in quick little circles.

Before long her kisses were moving down, her sucking lips on my tummy and belly button. I raised my ass as she reached under me and gently tugged my undies off. She lifted my skirt and kissed the soft skin of my thighs, creeping closer and closer to my pussy. I held my skirt up and spread my legs wide, watching as this lovely lady made love to my vagina in a way no man ever had. She obviously enjoyed the experience the taste, the way it made me feel. She nibbled on my engorged pussy lips and ran her tongue up and down the length of my sex, taking little nibbling bites of my clitoris, then finally sucked it deep between her lips, bringing me closer and closer to an explosive orgasm.

My climax happened fairly quickly. It must have been a number of things: The weeks of anticipation with Claire the relaxed, warm atmosphere of her living room and the great way she had with her mouth all sent me up and over the edge in no time. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I sank low into the cushions of the couch, my stomach muscles knotting and releasing with every orgasmic contraction.

When it was over, I felt a renewed sense of energy and a desire to keep it going. We laid the cushions on the floor, and Claire stripped to reveal a well shaped body with sweeping curves and soft, loose breasts. She lay down on the cushions, held her arm out to me, and took me in. For the first time I knew the pleasure a man has in feasting on a woman’s body, for a woman’s body is truly beautiful truly a turn on.

An intoxication swept through me as I savored the smooth wetness of her lips, moved the tip of my tongue along hers, felt the swell of her bosom mashed against mine. Her soft breasts felt so good against my cheek. The hardness of her nipples sent chills through my body as I sucked them deep into my mouth and ran my tongue around and around her wide, dark areolas. I imbibed the sweet nectar of her pussy, returning the pleasure she had so graciously bestowed upon me.

It wasn’t long before our passion was out of control. We lay in a sixty nine position and feasted on each other, our faces buried in each other’s pussy, hands grasping the flesh of each other’s ass. I licked and sucked on her vagina for the longest time. I had never realized how the sticky wetness on my lips could make my heart beat ever faster, how the joy of giving such intense pleasure could make my own soar.

The pi ce de r sistance came when I lay on my back, spreading my thighs wide, while Claire kneeled between my legs, lowering her sex to mine. The feeling of pussy against pussy was out of this world. We moved our hips synchronously, and our clits rubbed together. The feeling of pleasure rose up until we both exploded in ecstasy, then collapsed in each other’s arms and dozed in that no man’s land between sleep and sexual bliss.

In the wee hours of the night, we made love once more, and again as the sun came up. Each time was a new experience, a discovery of a new level of pleasure. We massaged and fondled, licked and sucked, used fingers, tongues, lips, hands, and even a dildo.

It was a classic summer of love, full of long talks and sexual pleasure. Just me and Claire no men need apply. When the summer ended, Claire went to her big city, and I went to mine with a renewed energy and outlook on life. I knew that the next lover I let into my life, man or woman, would have to reach me on the intellectual level Claire had, and on the sensual level we had discovered together. I was looking for someone who knew how to savor the moment. Who could one time sweep me up in his arms and fuck the daylights out of me, and the next take an hour or three and bathe me in his love and appreciation. It’s amazing, but it took another woman to teach me all this. It took an offbeat, gloriously unexpected summer of love.

Last year, an entertainment complex of restaurants, shops and carnival rides opened on the waterfront boardwalk near my apartment. In addition to the usual assortment of Ferris wheels, carousels and roller coasters, there were some good eateries and even a nightclub for adults. More importantly, the boardwalk management company was hiring for all sorts of jobs. I was having a hard time making ends meet, what with the slumping economy and the not so stellar wages I earned at the local coffee shop. A second job would help. So I filled out an application, painfully aware that I had no relevant experience. A week later I got a phone call they wanted me to be a ride operator on evenings and weekends, with the possibility of becoming an assistant manager down the road. They liked that I was twenty six and not some kid fresh out of high school. I accepted immediately, telling myself that if I hated it, I could quit as soon as I had my bills under control.

Then I met Sasha, and all thoughts of quitting vanished from my mind. It was my first day on the job. I arrived at the boardwalk about an hour before the attractions opened, just as I had been instructed. The guy in the office told me to report to Sasha for orientation. She s probably getting Little Buster ready, he said, pointing out his window toward the train ride. Little Buster was a half scale replica of a real locomotive. It pulled several open air coaches along a miniature railroad track for a leisurely tour of the grounds. I headed over there.

A woman emerged from the shadows behind the little engine as I approached. Even dressed in the brown shorts and red polo shirt of the boardwalk staff, she was gorgeous. Tall and slender, yet curvy where it counted, she seemed confident but maybe a little jaded as she came down the steps toward me. Her legs were long and tanned. The pale yellow hair spilling from her baseball cap was short and straight. She was just my type unless she was straight, which I intended to find out as soon as possible.

Sasha? I asked.

That s right. Her voice, low and sexy, sent a shiver through me. You Renee?

Yes. It came out like a whisper my throat had gone dry.

She took off her shades, and I saw that she was my age or a little younger. Her eyes were blue green like the sea behind her, and seemed just as deep. They flicked over my face, down to my ample chest, and back up to my lips before settling on my eyes again. My face grew hot and my cunt dampened. Silently, the moment stretched on neither of us would or could look away. I licked my lips, while she bit hers. Yep just my type. This was lust at first sight, no mistake. Surreptitiously, she inched into my personal space. I held my ground, willing her to come even closer. I have had plenty of girlfriends, but I d never felt anything quite like the sizzle I was feeling between myself and the stranger before me. Our chemistry was immediate, natural and intense.

I m supposed to give you a tour and teach you how to run the train, Sasha said finally, jerking her thumb toward the locomotive behind her. Come on. But she didn t move, not until I broke into a nervous, excited grin. Her brooding mouth turned up at the corners then, and I knew I had her or she had me. She turned on her heel and I followed, still feeling a little dizzy.

Sasha dropped onto the locomotive s small bench seat behind the smoke stack and folded her long legs into the cramped space beneath the controls. I watched her, eager to get at her controls. She threw a lever and pushed a button, and the train rumbled to life. Ready? she said.

The space she made on the seat for me was tiny, and she knew it. I squeezed in next to her, hyperaware of our closeness. Our bodies were pressed together from knee to hip. Her bare leg was warm and smooth against mine. She threw another gear her arm brushing my breasts in the process and the train began to move forward, following its track along the waterfront.

I shouted questions over the noise of the engine, eager to get to know Sasha. She was a woman of few words, but she did say that she had been working at amusement parks for a few years and was tired of the scene. She was quitting, she said, in two weeks. I was to be her replacement.

I was crushed. There I was, practically panting with desire for her, a desire that was certainly mutual only to find out she was quitting. I fell silent, and yet my pulse still pounded loudly in my ears. Between my legs I was wet with need. I wanted Sasha badly.

The train tooted along, oblivious to the roiling emotions of its occupants. We passed by the carousel, slipped through the shadow of the Ferris wheel and skirted the roller coaster. Nothing was operating yet but there were other workers around, getting things ready. Sasha pointed out a life size maze in the distance, its passageways formed by a hedge of hibiscus plants. Then we chugged into a tunnel that ran beneath a big restaurant. The tunnel was designed to resemble a row of rickety shop fronts from the Old West. It was pretty dark in there, except for some red and yellow spotlights that revealed animatronic cowboys and bandits on either side of the track.

This is our Gunfighters Shoot Out, Sasha explained, stopping the train.

What s supposed to happen? I asked.

In answer, all hell broke loose. The characters came jerkily to life, their movements rudimentary as their guns started firing, accompanied by flashes of light and tumultuous sound effects. Genuinely startled, I grabbed Sasha s thigh. She turned to me, and in the midst of the flashing lights and cacophonous sound, her eyes burned bright with passion. For a moment neither of us moved. And then it happened. Even though we had just met, we could not deny the urges pulling us together. Sasha grabbed my shoulders and pressed her lips to mine hungrily, almost violently. We melded our bodies together on the cramped seat as our hands wandered frantically, lifting shirts, opening buttons, unhooking bras my bra, anyway. Sasha wasn t wearing one, so my hands fell directly on the warm skin of her smallish, perky breasts. They were lovely in the dim light, a pair of pink tipped cones that felt firm and smooth under my palms. My own breasts are large and soft by comparison. I felt my nipples stiffen almost painfully under the force of my arousal.

The animatronic gunslingers suddenly stopped moving and fell silent, their shoot out over, but the next few minutes were loud with the randy sounds of sex as Sasha and I gave in to the full power of our lust. She leaned into me, pushing me back against the seat. The fly of her shorts was open, and I felt the heat of her crotch against my hand. She was tugging urgently at my shorts, so I lifted my bottom and she pulled them down past my knees. My underwear, soaked through with my juices, offered up my potent, intoxicating scent.

Sasha gave a throaty purr of satisfaction as she worked my panties down my legs. Shivering with anticipation, I lifted a foot to the seat and draped my other leg over Little Buster s dashboard, opening up my crotch. I felt sticky and hot down there. Glancing down, I saw that my pubic hair gleamed with dew all around my cleft. Sasha moved in greedily, her face etched with carnal hunger. The flexible girl lowered her head between my legs, and a moment later I felt her breath on my most sensitive skin, followed by her fingers as they peeled me open. Her nose bumped against my clit while her tongue slipped inside me. She went as deep as she could, filling my inner passage with her long tongue while her lips sealed against my vulva. My back arched at the onslaught of sublime sensation. Sasha withdrew to my outer folds and began lapping all along my slit from top to bottom, moaning passionately. I held the back of her head and energetically pushed against her ravenous mouth, craving more delicious contact.

Without stopping her oral assault on my pussy, Sasha reached up under my shirt and squeezed my heaving breasts. Her fingers pinched and tugged my sensitive nipples until I could hardly breathe. Down below, her lips and tongue were sending exquisite vibrations throughout my body. When she turned her attention exclusively to my clitoris, I thought I was going to fly apart. She snapped my swollen nub back and forth with her tongue, and then sucked it between her lips, driving me wild. A surge of ecstasy turned my insides to jelly and made me cry out incoherently for at least a minute as I climaxed hard against Sasha s mouth. She licked and slurped, drinking me up with a fervor that made us both breathless.

I need you so badly, Renee, she said when she came up for air. She kicked off her shorts and eased back into the opposite corner of the bench seat, nude except for her sneakers. Sasha clearly had a penchant for going bare beneath her outfits. The fierce longing in her eyes excited me anew and sent a jolt through my still fluttering cunt. Sasha s pubic mound was mostly shaved, but the little patch of hair she kept above her slit was long and curly. I grinned and kissed her outer lips, enjoying their smoothness. Then, spreading her open layer by layer, I exposed her puffy clit. I was just about to suck it into my mouth when Sasha acted first, bucking her hips up off the seat to grind her hot button against my lips. Oh, God, yes, she cried, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. I slipped my hands under the globes of her ass and pressed my face firmly into her sweltering sex. She kept squirming and writhing against me, which made her clit a moving target, but I was up to the challenge. I snacked on that tasty little bud while slipping a finger into her clasping pussy. She was so wet and welcoming in there that I slid another finger inside, and then a third. She gasped and her eyes flew open, staring first at the ceiling of the tunnel and then down at me. Fuck me, she said. Pump your fingers into me! I was already doing exactly that, my three fingers slamming in and out of her pretty pink hole while I continued to nibble and suck her clit. It took barely a minute more of this to push Sasha over the edge. She grabbed my long hair in her fists and pivoted her hips back and forth, dousing my fingers and mouth with her tangy honey.

When her breathing slowed, Sasha kissed me passionately, seeming eager to taste herself on my lips. Then she peered closely at her watch. Oh, no, she said. It s almost ten o clock.

Our tryst had barely taken fifteen minutes, but we were late getting back to the depot. Several people were waiting to board. Sasha swore under her breath. Okay, she told me, this is easy. A monkey could operate this thing.

I ll try not to take that personally.

She was right, though. It took her only a minute to explain the simple controls. The train had more in common with a child s toy than with a real locomotive. Before jumping down to the platform, Sasha handed me a walkie talkie. I ll be on channel three, she said, holding up her own unit. Call me if you need anything. She gave my hand a lingering touch and then strode off.

People were streaming onto the coaches behind me, ready for a ride, so off we went. I spent all day operating that train. After the first few minutes I could run it with my eyes closed, which was a good thing, since I found myself daydreaming about my encounter with Sasha. In my mind s eye, I again saw the private places of her hard body awash in the glow of special effects lights. I remembered her precise curves, her firmness, the taste of her soft secret spot. I was wound up tight with sexual excitement all day, and I couldn t wait for more.

Still, Sasha had said she was leaving the boardwalk. She might be entirely out of my life in two weeks.

A few minutes after closing time I was going to call Sasha on the walkie talkie, but she surprised me and called me first. I m in the maze, waiting for you, she said. Come find me.

In the maze? That could take a while.

It won t. I left you a trail to follow.

What kind of trail?

Sasha didn t answer.

A thrill raced through me, and I started walking fast. Most of the public had already left, but a few weary stragglers were still making their way toward the gate. The sun was low in the sky, coloring puffy clouds pink and orange over the bay.

I arrived at the maze and started down the entrance channel. Sasha? I called, but there was no reply. At the first passage intersecting from the left, I found Sasha s sneakers on the ground. I picked them up, grinning, and headed down that way. Arriving at another intersection, I found her socks. Her shirt was a little farther on, letting me know I should turn right, and then, around a long curving bend, I found her shorts. She had no more clothing to take off, so I figured I was getting close.

I reached the open circle at the center of the maze, but no Sasha. That s when I heard a mischievous laugh from an opening in the hedge on the far side. I hurried over, peeked in and saw a dead end side chamber. Sasha was lying there, stark naked and stretched out on the grass with her hands clasped behind her head, gazing up at the mauve sky. Her fine breasts shone softly in the waning light, her nipples stiff with arousal. The off shore breeze gently ruffled her blonde pubes and caressed her moist cleft, making her tremble. As I drank in the sight of her beauty, my breath caught in my throat and my cunt began to drip. God, she was hot.

Sasha saw me, and a smile lit her pretty face. About time, she said. I could see in her eyes how horny she was. I dropped her clothes in a heap and joined her on the grass. As she grabbed at my clothes, I looked around, suddenly conscious of our public surroundings. I couldn t see anything but the walls of the maze, which were looking less green and more black as the daylight faded. Sasha pushed my shorts and underwear down to my knees and ran a finger through my sopping cleft, making me gasp. Quickly, I rid myself entirely of my clothes and lay back beside her. Sasha s hands touched me all over, tracing every line and curve of my body. I reached for the hot spot between her legs and dipped my fingers into the sticky wetness between her pussy lips. She moaned softly and closed her mouth over one of my nipples, then the other, sucking my sensitive buds into hard points. My back lifted off the grass and a long sigh escaped me. This was heaven.

Unlike our encounter on the train, we now had the space to move freely. With a lascivious grin, Sasha had me lie flat on the grass so she could straddle me. She lowered herself onto my midriff and spread her knees wide, giving me a good view of her shaved slit. Her labia were thick and coated with her honey. She began to rub her oozing cunt against the soft skin of my stomach, smearing her warm goo all around my navel. Vigorously, she worked her swollen clit back and forth and in circles, her flaxen hair swaying in front of her eyes while her breasts bobbed only slightly, unequivocal in their firmness. I held up one hand to pinch her nipples and reached back with the other to squeeze her tight ass. Sasha murmured excitedly and scooted forward on me, leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. Squatting lightly over my chest, she maneuvered a little until she got one of my erect nipples into her slot. Then she began rocking to and fro, grinding her clit against my stiff nub. I arched my back to push my tit further into her, feeling a delectable tingle flow through my chest and all the way down to my vagina. I was leaking like a sieve down there, desperate for action. Sasha promptly answered the bell, turning herself around on top of me and positioning her beautiful cunt right in front of my face. At the same time, she lowered her head between my legs and pressed her mouth into my sloppy recesses. I felt her breath fall hot and quick on my flesh as her tongue wriggled inside me, seeking out my clit. She was moaning and making smutty noises as she ate me greedily. I lifted my hips to meet her fantastic tongue and was rewarded with sparks of white hot pleasure as she gorged herself on my turgid button.

Meanwhile, Sasha s glistening pussy quivered a mere inch above my mouth. I spread her pliant nether lips with my fingers and snaked my tongue into her depths. Her whole body jerked when I touched the fat knob of her clit. She sank back against my chin, urging me to lick faster, harder, deeper. I curved my hands around her buttocks and fucked her sodden hole with my tongue, feeling all the day s lust burst up through me like a volcano. I wrapped my tongue around her clit and thrashed that sensitive nubbin while at the same time slipping two fingers into her channel. Sasha started to squirm on top of me with such energy that her mouth momentarily came unglued from my cunt, but then she picked up where she had left off, giving my sticky vulva a tongue bath that threatened to dissolve me from the inside out.

My gaze fell on the tiny hole between Sasha s widespread asscheeks. In my passion I brazenly pushed a wet finger into her warm, clasping sphincter. It resisted for just a moment, then welcomed me inside. Sasha cried out with surprised delight, and I immediately felt her slip a finger into my behind. I slid a second finger into her ass alongside the first, and she did the same to me.

That feels incredible! she exclaimed. I was thinking the same thing, but I couldn t get the words out I just yelped with pleasure and flexed my ass muscles to pull her fingers in deeper. She began rocking back and forth, hard, forcing my fingers in and out of her butt. Her cries of enthusiasm grew louder and louder. She plundered my rear hole, too, while she kept lapping my cunt. I was flooded with amazingly powerful sensations. Before I knew it, I felt myself exploding with the force of a monstrous orgasm. I twisted and wriggled under Sasha, destroying the grass beneath me as I sobbed happily into the night. She kept crushing her pussy against my lips and riding my fingers in her ass until at last she came as well, her back arching and every muscle in her body tensing as her cunt released a deluge of juice into my mouth.

Afterward we lay in each other s arms, watching the stars twinkle and listening to the sound of the bay lapping at the nearby pier. Finally Sasha blurted, I ve reached a decision.

Oh? I asked, daring to hope.

Yeah. I ve decided not to quit after all. She grinned. I think I ve found a reason to stay on.

For me, lipstick is always something the other girl wears. Not that I m overtly butch, but for the most part, I m uncomfortable wearing cosmetics. In general, I go with the clean cut look of an Ivory Girl. I have close cropped cinnamon hued hair, green eyes, and a fresh faced appearance that doesn t cry out for makeup. As a chef, I work in an industry where people don t automatically expect me to show up with a full face on. With the heat and the fast pace in the kitchen, I d sweat it all off by the end of the night.

Of course, knowing the whims of Cupid, it should go without saying that I fell in love with a cosmetics queen. Fiona loves it all blush, mascara, liquid liner. If an item comes in a tube, or a cute little pot with a tiny, fancy brush, she covets it. But more than any other type of cosmetic, she is practically obsessed with lipstick. Once I peeked into her dresser drawer and was overwhelmed by the number of little black and gold cylindrical tubes, all lined up in neat rows. The names were charming: Pillow Talk, Rapturous, Lovey Dove, Utter Pervette. But that didn t make me want to try them on.

Still, I can understand why she likes the stuff. Fiona s full lips are perfect for wearing dark reds, and she applies her lipstick with the type of fanfare I ve only seen previously in old time movies: She outlines. She applies. She blots. Her kiss marks are constant reminders of where she s been in our apartment. Lipstick kisses decorate the rims of our classic white porcelain coffee cups, discarded sheets of tissue, and even the crisp, white collars of my pristine chef jackets.

Although I d gotten a thrill out of watching her lips leave prints on my skin, I d never considered slicking a scarlet shade on my own lips and taking a turn. Not until last Saturday night.

Come on, she urged from her poufy pink seat in front of her large, round vanity style mirror. Let s see what you look like. Her blue eyes held that brightness she gets when she has a good idea or a sexy one. The excitement was palpable in her expression.

I didn t want to let her down, but I shook my head. I know what I look like. I didn t want to look like someone else. Cosmetics feel like face paint to me.

Don t you like the way lipstick looks on me? she asked next, pouting prettily.

I nodded automatically. God, I love how feminine she is. I could sit on the edge of our bed and watch her for hours as she gets ready for parties. She is a vision, with her toffee colored hair spun down past her shoulders, her sun kissed skin and her steady hand as she lines her eyes using vibrant shades of green and blue. I love the care she takes as she adds just the right amount of blush to her high cheekbones with a big, fluffy brush.

Why don t we play a game? she tried next.

This suggestion piqued my interest, as she must have known it would. I like our games the games in which I tie her down to the bed using leather thongs and cuffs. The games in which I bend her over the living room sofa and fuck her with my unyielding strap on until she creams. The games in which I grip her long, heavenly soft hair and make her suck my toy cock all the way to the root. We play all sorts of dirty games. But this time Fiona had a new idea.

I want to see where you kiss me, she said softly. I mean, I want to look at the road map of your kisses when you re all done. Think of it like a tattoo you give me with your mouth.

I tilted my head as I looked at her. She already had a tube of lipstick in her hand. Clearly, she was aching to apply the shade to my lips I could tell. I couldn t fathom why this idea was so important to her, but I thought about all the times I ve asked her to try one of my naughty concepts, of how willing she has always been to put her fears aside in order to give me what I want. I thought of the night she agreed to fuck me in public when I confessed that particular kinky fantasy. We found an empty park and screwed each other silly on an old wood bench, wondering the whole time whether someone would walk by and catch us. And then there was the evening when she willingly sucked my synthetic cock in the kitchen at my restaurant right before we opened for dinner service. She blushed so prettily when my sous chef arrived early, but aside from that, she kept her cool. Thanks for the appetizer, she said as she left the joint.

What was she asking in return? For me to let her make me up? Seemed a fair trade, I supposed. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and waited. I don t know why, but I was nervous.

Relax, baby, she said. This will be fun. I promise.

I wasn t entirely sure about that, but I truly love my girl. I d do anything for her. Letting her put lipstick on me seemed like an easy fantasy to fulfill. Yet, I could feel myself trembling as she stood between my legs and whispered her commands to me. You see, she doesn t ever command me. My will sets our rules. If I break out our collar, she offers her neck. If I dangle the handcuffs, she puts out her wrists. If I lift up the paddle, she bends over and touches her toes. But now, she was different. She was in charge.

Hold steady, she murmured. That s right. Now press your lips together.

Why was I getting wet at those words? Why did the feel of the lipstick glossing over my lips make my heart beat so fast? I wondered which color she d chosen for me. I hoped I didn t look ridiculous, like a clown, or like one of those ladies who lunch who come into the restaurant looking positively shellacked from their arched brows to their pancaked cheeks.

I put my faith in Fiona. A few more swipes of the lipstick against my mouth, and she stopped to admire her work. I had to see her face, and I opened my eyes. Based on her smile, I could tell she liked what she saw. I was infinitely aware of my lips in a way I d never been before. The lipstick felt glossy and gave off a slightly familiar fragrance. Familiar, I suppose, because of all the times Fiona had worn the brand herself. I would have stuck out my tongue to lick my lips a nervous habit but I remembered in time and stopped myself.

Now, what? I asked cautiously.

Fiona winked at me. She looked as mischievous as all get out. Now, you tie me down and kiss me all over.

That I could do. I mean, that I would do. In a heartbeat, and with the finesse of the bondage pro that I am, I went to work, gathering up the items I wanted from our toy chest. My own confidence was restored as I got out our playthings and told Fiona to undress. I felt the power flooding back into me once more, but I could still feel that lipstick on my lips, and I felt, in a word, transformed.

In moments, Fiona was stripped out of her jeans and frilly white shirt. I had her on our bed, wrists over her head, the cuffs that always dangle from a hook above the headboard keeping her in place. I had her legs spread apart and her ankles attached to our footboard with leather thongs.

I knew from the look in Fiona s eyes that when she gazed at me, she saw her dominant partner. Yet as soon as I climbed on top of my captured beauty and began to kiss her body, that sense of change was vibrating through me once more. The lipstick appeared on her pale skin each place my lips met her body. Somehow, seeing the memory marks of my kisses made me go slower than usual. I could tell Fiona was turned on. Her body squirmed on the mattress. She lifted her hips and then slammed them back down. Without a word, she tried to force me to lick her sweet pussy.

But I wouldn t be rushed. I kissed my way around her pert nipples, then stopped to look at the lipstick I d left on her skin. I kissed my way down her belly, and then realized I was no longer leaving marks any more. Fiona cried out when I got off the bed. She had no idea where I was going. She had anticipated my mouth on her pussy, and when I moved away from her, she was petulant. But I would not be rushed. How funny that a game she d created had slipped from her hands funny, but at the same time understandable. I don t give up my power that easily. I might accept a suggestion from Fiona, but I always need to make the game my own.

This time, I applied the lipstick to my mouth. I wasn t shaking any longer. I looked in the mirror and saw my dark green eyes, the freckles on the bridge of my nose, and my lips looking fuller than usual. Luscious, somehow.

Yet I was no Narcissus, a delicate flower destined to fall in love with my own reflection. I had places to be like the insides of Fiona s thighs, the tops of her shins, and the curves of her insteps. Why had I never thought about doing something like this before? I adore the marks my hand leaves on her sublime ass when I spank her. I revel in the way my teeth leave their imprints on her shoulders when I bite her. This was such an easy trick, such a clever method.

Poor Fiona was nearly out of her head by the time I finally pressed my mouth to her pussy. The lipstick was all kissed off by then, but I did not take the time to reapply it. I was desiring a new coating this time: the gloss of her pussy on my lips, the taste of her fragrant juices spreading to my chin and cheeks. There is no sweeter taste than that, no more decadent sensation. The juices of Fiona s body are proof that she likes what I do to her, that she needs the way I treat her. Her scent is my favorite perfume to wear. When we fuck, I adore going out in public without washing her off, so that I can enjoy her heady scent for hours.

Now, Fiona was wetter than I could remember her being. I licked up and down at first, and then began the concentric circles that I know she craves. I peeked up at her when I took a breath, and I saw not only her open mouth and tightly shut eyes, the way she pulled on the cuffs binding her wrists and her glossy curls spread over the pillows, but also the kiss marks I d left all over her body.

A tremor worked through me, and then I ducked my head back down and continued, nipping her clit between my teeth, then gently biting her outer pussy lips. She was crying out now, not speaking, not begging. She was making those unintelligible noises that let me know how close she was and how badly she wanted me to let her come.

Teasing is something I do best. I love to get her all the way up to the edge, and then refuse to push her over. I get her so that she doesn t know what to do, what to say, or who she is. Sometimes that feeling can be even more powerful than the climax that follows. But ultimately, she needed the release. The relief.

I stopped tormenting her. I focused my full attention on her clit, and I added two fingers to the mix, crossing one over the other and fucking her slowly while I continued to eat her pussy with rapid force.

When she came, her cheeks were as red as the kisses all over her body.

Afterward, I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. She was trembling all over, trying to catch her breath. I felt oddly at peace, because I knew what I wanted to do next, while Fiona was still in the dark. Oh, yes, she might have started this game, but I d taken control. We were playing by my rules now.

Quickly, I unlocked the cuffs. Fiona rubbed her hands over the tender skin of her wrists while I unfastened her ankle restraints and set her free. I knew exactly what I wanted next I wanted Fiona s mouth on me, her kisses on my cock, her lipstick smeared from tip to root. I felt her eyes on me as I went to her makeup drawer and rifled through those many tubes. I grabbed the one whose name had first caught my eye Rapturous and returned to the bed. Fiona was wide eyed. She seemed to have lost her ability to speak, but I could see in her expression that she had no idea what I was going to do.

Hold still, I said, mimicking her earlier command, and then she giggled.

For the first time, I was the one to put the lipstick on her. She did her best not to squirm away from my inexpert touch, but I managed to color in her lips so that they looked glossy and dark red. Then I stood up and undid my slacks. I was packing, as usual, and I had a fresh desire.

Fiona didn t have to be told what to do. She parted those red lips and took in my dick while I stood next to her and she lay on the bed. She worked me like the expert cocksucker she is, managing to sound as if she were as turned on as I was. She seemed to understand what I wanted from her, and in moments, her lipstick had smeared from her mouth to my toy.

I looked down and felt a shudder run through me. Then I looked at her, at her sexy smeared lips, and that shiver seemed to concentrate directly in my clit. I almost came right then. I say almost, because I m built of stronger stuff than that. I m able to hold in my desires, stretch them out to near breaking point.

But I was getting close.

I opened the drawer in Fiona s bedside table and withdrew our bottle of lube. I had my own clothes off and my cock slicked up in an instant, and then I motioned for Fiona to face away from me. I wanted her doggy style, to fuck her on all fours while she faced the mirror over our dresser.

I climbed onto the mattress and slid slowly into her dripping wet pussy. I hardly needed the lube I d used to coat the toy. Her own juices had spread to her inner thighs, and when I plunged into her, I was met with a fresh wave of lubrication. For several moments, I simply fucked her, staring into the mirror as I worked my sweet girl.

We could both see what we looked like this way. Fiona could see her smeared mouth, as well as the kiss marks I d left on her shoulders, breasts and arms. I watched the way her face changed as I rocked her toward her second climax.

God, we looked amazing. I never get over how sexy Fiona looks when she s being taken from behind. Her breasts bob with the motion of my thrusts. Her hair has that mussed, disheveled look that I find so damn sexy, and her skin takes on a delicious glow. I gripped her long hair with one hand and pulled her head back. She was totally in my power, my whims setting the pace and the rhythm of the ride. When she groaned, I fucked her even harder, then stared back at our reflection in the mirror.

Watching turned me on so much that I had to look down for a moment, to take a deep breath to keep from simply grinding my clit against the base of my strap on and exploding with a fierce orgasm. I wanted Fiona to come one more time first. Of course, that wasn t difficult at all, because I know all of my girl s weak spots. I ran my fingertips under her body, connecting with her clit, and then tweaking her in time to my thrusts. I stroked and pinched her, and I pressed the ball of my thumb against that hot little nub. In seconds, she was on the verge, moaning my name and crying out for me to take pity on her and take her over the edge.

Please, Taylor. God, Taylor. Please.

Oh, her sweet voice took me to a new level. Every so often I do gag my submissive beauty, but mostly I leave her mouth free. Because the way she says my name connects so deeply with me. I needed her to say it once more to say it when she came.

All right, baby, I told her. But tell the world. Tell the world who s making you come like this.

With a final trip of my fingers on her clit, she came, screaming my name as she reached that place, that faraway place of total nirvana.

Yes, Taylor, yes!

The vibrations of her body worked through me, through the tool that I had buried to the hilt in her cunt, and then I was coming with her my fingers slipping away from her clit to grab her hips, so that I could slam into her with the force of my desire. I felt as if I d never stop coming, the climax was so intense. I felt as if I was changed by the power of it, transformed into something new someone different.

Some other woman with a faint hint of lipstick still darkening my lips.

Fiona rolled over on the bed and looked up at me, smiling. You look good in red, she said.

I gazed down at the erotic road map of our pleasure and felt both aroused and excited. I d had no idea makeup could be this fun by the sight of it. And I wondered what we might do next with that fluffy blush brush of hers.