The Sapphic Sisters of Pax – Book 2
Copyright 2014, 2021 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No man saw the greatest conspiracy in history coming.
This is a story from that hidden, global war.
Chapter 1
Amanda Mayfield woke to the sensation of a pair of lips gently kissing her shoulder.
“Oh, did I wake you?” Neil, her slightly balding and a little paunchy thirty-six year old husband chuckled softly, his breath now racing across her ear. The plump dirty blonde shivered pleasurably there in the warmth of their shared bed, his body hard against her. She pushed back into him with her soft bottom, certain of what he was up to. She reached behind her, her hand groping blindly until she found his hard, hot throbbing rod.
“Somebody’s perky this morning, isn’t he?” she laughed throatily, her fingers soft on his erection, already slowly rubbing up and down the thick shaft.
“Yeah, that’s what I like, whispered Neil. “But you’ve got something loads more fun for me than your hand, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” Amanda teased, batting her brown eyes like a sultry vixen in a 1920s silent film. “What does it look like?”
“Oh…it’s pink, and sweet and small. Oh, and it’s wet and smells nice, it’s warm when you let me use it. And of course, I have a picture of it on my iPhone.”
Amanda whirled around. “You have a picture of my pussy on your iPhone?” she said, surprised, but not totally displeased.
Neil laughed. “I meant your mouth…but I’d be more than happy to fuck your hot little twat,” he said, already rising above her, as his thirty year old wife reflexively lay back to make herself accessible to him. She spread her legs as he swung his legs between hers, his fingers habitually checking to see if she was ready for him.
“Oh, you’re wet already,” he said, surprised. She stroked his cock with her hand, pulling him into her. She didn’t dare tell him why she was wet – she wasn’t quite sure herself and needed time to think about it. Her wild dreams were already fading.
“I’m wet for you,” she whispered, as he sunk into her, his fat cock stretching her pleasurably and he began the dance they both enjoyed so much. He stroked in and out of her as they kissed, his body so exciting as he dominated her small five foot, one inch frame.
“Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. “Fuck me and make me your bitch,” she groaned as she felt an orgasm approaching, her clit responding to his pressure as he pumped her cunt with his cock, his pink rod filling her equally pink opening. A drop of his sweat dripped from his chin onto her forehead, the salty fluid trickling into her eye making it sting a tiny bit. His passion pushed her harder toward her own cum.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he gasped, his breathing ragged. She felt the hot spurts of his semen filling her and she thrust with her hips as his sperm splashed inside her, setting her own orgasm off and giving him what she instinctively felt he needed at that instant. They both moaned and shivered into each other, their closeness and oneness reaffirmed by this most beautiful marital act.
Like a building collapsing in slow motion he relaxed onto her, but keeping the bulk of his weight off her, though there was no physical sensation she enjoyed more than feeling Neil protectively cover her, making her feel safe and wanted. Even more than her orgasm was the feeling of being one with her man, after satisfying him. She was content, and wanted for nothing more.
After a few minutes she then said, “Ugh, get off me you big, hairy man! You’ve got to get dressed and I’ve got to make you breakfast!” It was their little shared joke – he was better at putting together a breakfast than she would ever be, but Amanda did make a mean buttered toast and her coffee was appreciated by them both, and she would sit with him at the breakfast table drinking coffee while he prepared and ate a bowl of cereal and microwaved scrambled eggs to go with his toast.
They talked about the neighbors, and the state of the economy, and he filled her in on what he expected to accomplish that day, when he rose, kissed her heartily, making her squeak a little, and walked out the door to drive off to his job in Manhattan. She knew that awful things sometimes happened to the good men and women that work in that busy city, and she prayed that he would come home safe.
Then, feeling guilty, she would amend the prayer as she always did, asking that all who worked there would come home safe, though she didn’t know any of them personally. She attended to the things for which she bore responsibility – checking their bills online, paying those she could, arranging their bank accounts to make sure there would be no shortfall, on and on, then making sure the house would be in some kind of acceptable condition for a husband who deserved nothing but the best and the best that she could do.
After that she settled down in her chair with her second cup of coffee, watching ‘America’s Newsroom, with Bill Hemmer and Martha MacCallum’ on the Fox News Channel. She’d been brought up in a strict Catholic family, and didn’t feel right getting her news from the more liberal channels, though Neil had always kidded her about it, and he expressed no strong political positions – though in fairness, neither did she – it was just a matter of comfort.
They were a lovely couple, Bill and Martha, and Amanda had always wished she could look like Martha. Being shorter and a little bit plumper than Martha, and having a ‘pretty’ but not particularly beautiful face and complexion, Amanda could only sigh and be consoled by the fact that she had snared Neil, which was just Martha’s loss, though Martha didn’t seem too upset.
Amanda had a secret that she’d never told Neil.
Her secret was a fantasy she held, and that fantasy was to find herself in bed with Neil and Bill sometime. Sometimes she even thought about it while Neil was making love to her, and it wouldn’t harm him if he never found it, and if she never told him. Her fantasy wasn’t anything like that gross internet pornography that you might have heard of, or even seen. No tangled bodies, no multiples of men filling her openings and spraying their white, sticky cream all about.
No, she pictured – sometimes – Neil pumping away at her vagina as always, and Bill Hemmer kissing and holding her sweetly, her real man and her TV man making her feel secure. It was the best feeling that she could ever imagine for herself.
But today, for some unknown reason, she found herself looking at Martha MacCallum instead of Bill. Oh, she’d always thought of Martha as a friend, and fantasized about the two of them shopping together on 5th Avenue near where Neil worked, and drinking tea at a shop somewhere. But today there was some sort of inviting look in Martha’s eyes, an extra lilt in her already happy voice that said, “Look at me Amanda, come and be with me.” Amanda wasn’t sure what Martha might have in mind, but it might not be just tea, she thought.
Amanda had never thought of other women as anything other than friends, or sometimes, as in high school, as mild enemies. It was certain that she’d never thought of women as potential lovers, and the thought of being in bed with another woman had never done anything to excite her. She thought of the last time she’d been in bed with another female – her twelve year old self and her ten year old sister – and she laughed. Between kicking each other and stealing blankets there hadn’t been what anyone would ever mistake for romance, just two sisters sharing the only sleeping space available to them in a large Catholic family.
But this morning she closed her eyes as Martha was talking about congressional tax bills, and the image of Martha lying on top of her instead of Neil came unbidden into her mind’s eye, and she shivered. Martha’s long blonde hair fell around both their heads, her lips moving, murmuring something…endearments…words of love…her soft, full breasts against Amanda’s, her warmth exciting Amanda, hard nipples pressing into Amanda’s breasts, Martha’s excitement intense, her hips pushing, pushing, pushing between Amanda’s thighs…
Amanda came to with a start, her coffee cup tilted, a small splash of hot, creamy coffee on her thigh. “What was I-” she thought. “Just a dream, a weird dream,” she said out loud, looking at the TV, where the weather lady – no Martha MacCallum in looks, to be sure, was talking about descending cold fronts.
Shakily, she put the cup on the table in front of her. “Maybe I’m just a little horny,” Amanda thought. “I get that way when my period is due.”
Except that her monthly visitor of the last seventeen years wasn’t due for another week and a half.
Then she smiled. “Well, I am horny. Neil stirred me up this morning more than usual.” Fortunately, she had a cure for that. Upstairs, in her bedside stand. Sometimes, Neil wasn’t enough, though she would never tell him that. “He doesn’t deserve having to feel as though he’s ever failed me – and he hasn’t. It’s just that sometimes women and men have different needs,” she thought.
With that thought, she went up the stairs, humming. She untied her robe as she went, letting it slip to the floor at the top of the stairs. She cupped and squeezed her full breasts, a little saggy but still enough for Neil, as she entered the bedroom, whispering to her mystery lover – another fantasy she used with her vibrator – and he felt her breasts, admiring them and promising to suck them once she’d completely stripped for him. Her nipples sprung erect, sensitive and responsive to the touch of a lover.
As she approached the bed, she stopped. As though addressing someone on the bed, she slipped her hand down inside her white cotton panties, her fingertips grazing along her slit. “Wet, already,” she mused. “Or maybe from Neil.” She dipped one finger inside herself then brought it up to her nose, expecting Neil’s bleach-like semen smell there. To her surprise, she was faintly peachy in fragrance.
“Odd,” she thought. “I don’t even have a peach body splash or anything else.” Then she licked her finger, the texture of the liquid there thick and creamy. “Why did I do that?” she wondered. She shrugged, then teased her mystery lover on the bed by pulling her panties down a few inches off her hip on one side, revealing a small amount of her neatly trimmed, but full, brown bush.
“More?” she responded out loud to her fantasy lover’s entreaties. “You’ll have to promise you’ll lick me there if I show it to you…” There it was again, something different from her routine – oral sex never did anything for her, she just wanted her man to fuck her. But now she was using it in her fantasy?
Nonetheless, she was getting hotter, her pussy wetting at the thought of his tongue – it had to be ‘his’ – it must be his – licking her labia, lapping up her cream as it dripped from her slit, then circling around her pulsing clit – forced her to ease her panties down further. She imagined she was some stripper who would do that before licking her clients’ pussies – no, their cocks, their big, hard cocks! Strippers were for men…right.
A frenzy hit her then, her panties dropping to the floor. She picked them up and stuffed them half in her mouth, threw herself on the bed, and using her fingers, stroked her clit harder than she’d ever dared, hot pulses of pleasure rocking her brain and cunt at the same time until she cried out with unbearable, almost painful pleasure, her hips and thighs shaking as she blacked out.
It was an unknown time later that she came to, her brain foggy. She looked at the bedside clock – she’d been out for about half an hour. She sighed, she’d never been so horny in her life, and this after Neil had fucked her not an hour before that. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she murmured. “I’d really better be up and about.”
Instead, she lay in bed a few minutes longer. “I wonder if I can make myself that horny again,” she mused. She reached into the bedside stand and under some old panty hose found her little vibrator. She’d always felt a little guilty using it, and she supposed it was one of those secrets that spouses were aware of, but never mentioned, like Neil’s occasional searches for porn on the internet that she could see on the browser history. She didn’t begrudge it to him, a man has needs, although she hadn’t done anything like that herself.
She lay back and thumbed the switch at the base of the beige plastic, vaguely penis-shaped device – one of those that used to be advertised in women’s magazines as a ‘neck relaxer’ – as if!
Her legs were pulled up, her slit opening a little. No need for any spit or lube, her pussy was literally dripping her own cream. “Ahh,” she murmured as the gentle vibration began through her groin as she touched herself with its tip near her thigh. Clearing her mind and closing her eyes, she imagined herself at a party, meeting a handsome, charming man who enchanted her with his witty conversation and flashing eyes.
With partygoers all around them, he whispered in her ear, “There’s a spare bedroom no one else here knows about, especially your husband.” She looked directly into his dark eyes, and found herself unable to deny him, she was his for the night. She obediently let him lead her to the room, far from the others, and he led her to the bed, removing her cocktail dress – her only cocktail dress, the blue one – and leaving her in just bra and panties, tied her hands to the bedposts as she lay on the mattress, then he blindfolded her.
He began teasing her nearly naked body with his fingertips as she writhed in pleasure on the satin sheet, his fingertips, slim and light, knowingly touching her exactly where a woman would desire to be touched. When the fingers teased around the gusset, easing under the cloth to insinuate themselves into her wet slit, she felt a curiosity that the fingers had such long nails. Another set of hands began touching her breasts through her bra.
These fingers too felt different from a man’s touch, as her bra slipped off her, and her panties disappeared leaving her helpless with these two – women? Regardless, the fingers at her vulva touched her in a knowing way that no man ever had, the barest touch there sending sweet shockwaves to her clit, and soft, warm lips now closing on her nipples, the distinctive feel of a woman’s lipstick making it clear that she was being pleasured by women, although they were silent the entire time.
Then her orgasms began – a series of thrumming pulses of pure ecstasy coursing through her, originating in her tiny, pink clit but taking over her entire body like a remorseless tsunami of pleasure, leaving her moaning in the women’s arms, their soft lips kissing her throat and mouth. Her blindfold ripped off, the two women were strangers to her, or rather, one she had seen somewhere before, the other was definitely a stranger.
Her eyes were captivated by the vaguely familiar brunette’s brown eyes, dominating and guiding her into further orgasms, small ones now, a gentle ocean of feminine pleasure. “Oh god yesss,” Amanda hissed. “Do me, make me cum, I’m yours forever darling,” she whispered.
“I know,” the brunette, a young girl, whispered confidently as she kissed Amanda on her lips, her tongue gently inserting itself inside her. Amanda dozed off, worn out by the unexpected sensual maelstrom the morning had brought her.
She woke, another half hour having passed. “Well, that wasn’t a very good idea,” Amanda thought. “Though, those were the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had.”
She got up and started with her daily chores, doing the laundry first. As that was running, she cleared the dishes, musing to herself about her experiences as she robotically attended to the kitchen.
“Why was I thinking about women?” she asked herself. It had never been much of an interest for her before, but now, if she thought about beautiful women in a sexual way, it brought a very strong response. “Am I becoming interested in other women?” she thought. “Is it possible I’m becoming interested in, um, lesbians?”
Amanda decided to look into the subject on the computer. She was perfectly familiar with how it works, but had never actually googled the word “lesbian.” Now seemed the right time to try.
“306 million links? This shouldn’t take long,” she giggled. Looking idly through the first few pages, she found a link for “sensual lesbian massage” on one of the free pornographic video sites. She wasn’t sure if she could be tracked by anybody on the site, but wasn’t worried that her husband would check her history, as he never used her computer.
The short movie, by something called “All Girl Massage,” was about 30 minutes long and actually looked very nice, not the sleazy porno film that she had feared, but rather a little story of two girls working out, and one of them tricking the other into coming to her massage business. The music was extremely feminine and light, and Amanda found herself wrapped up in the story, as well as how pretty and natural the two girls were, nothing like the heavily made up sluts she had always imagined were in those things.
Soon though, immersed in the video, she found herself as one of the participants, specifically as the girl receiving a massage, as she could almost feel the massage girl’s hands on her, easing her tensions, then gradually building her excitement. She didn’t feel at all nervous lying on the massage table clad only in a tiny pair of panties, barely covering her snatch much less her plump ass.
“How does that feel?” the girl standing above her asked. “Are you feeling that in your muscles? I think I can actually feel the tension leaving your body.” Amanda could only moan. She didn’t wonder at all how she’d gotten from her house to this woman’s place, so feminine and homey.
Amanda almost came when the girl began massaging her feet – she had no idea how erotic it could be to have that part of her body handled with affection, and love. The girl giggled at her moaning. “Your happy ending is coming, I promise.”
Amanda had no idea what that meant, but found it hard to believe there could be an even greater pleasure. The girl’s fingers felt like bliss on her ass, too, and when she asked if Amanda wouldn’t mind if she removed the little scrap of fabric covering her there, Amanda nodded her consent. “Yes, please,” she said politely. The girl’s fingers kneaded her large muscles back there – amazing how much tension we store in our bottoms. When her oil-dripping fingers reached Amanda’s perineum and anus, Amanda felt all will sapped from her body. She couldn’t have objected to the girl’s touch even if she wanted to.
The girl’s fingers knew just where to go, just what to do, to raise Amanda’s anticipation and excitement, as she caressed, squeezed and rubbed her labia, inside of her wet slit and so carefully and gently at her clitoris. She had the most amazing touch that Amanda had ever felt, and she fell in love with the girl, though she knew nothing about her.
Amanda’s first orgasm was perfectly created, her body and soul rising up to meet the wave of pleasure – no, an ocean of pleasure, in which Amanda was so happily drowning – then lowered her down to a calm, relaxed state afterwards.
Over and over she did these things, never repeating her touch and motions once, but always lifting Amanda up to that perfect state of bliss, that rapture, that few women she knew of had ever experienced. Amanda lost count, but it had to be over a dozen amazing orgasms that she experienced, and she dozed off, looking forward to giving the young girl the same wondrous delight that she’d just experienced.
When she awoke, she was seated on the sofa where she’d begun, her legs crossed before her, her fingers wet and pruney from her fluids, the seat itself wet and smelling of peaches, the laptop next to her.
“Oh, goodness,” she thought. “I think that I need to look into this whole lesbian thing some more,” mainly with delight but also with a little trepidation. A woman married to a man doesn’t normally enthusiastically open her life up to something that could wreck that marriage. She thought of all the women in society ‘coming out’ and announcing that they were now lesbians. That didn’t sound at all like the way that Amanda would prefer to arrange her life.
She thought on the matter for the next few days, still happy to accommodate Neil when he wanted sex, but in the back of her mind a little disappointed at how much less it meant to her now. Still, Neil’s life and presence were every bit as precious to her as they’d ever been – maybe even more so now – and she loved the moments when he’d hold her, and love her and they would be together what they’d always been.
But she had to confide in someone. The natural choice was her best friend Paige Anderson. Paige, black-haired, slimmer than Amanda and two years younger at twenty eight, had been a good friend ever since Neil and Amanda had moved next door, and as the youngest homeowners in a neighborhood of older couples, Amanda and Paige gravitated together, as did their husbands. Neil and Eric would often go fishing together, and the two women would shop, or work on crafts or even several fledgling businesses that never seemed to really go anywhere. But they did enjoy their time together.
So, Paige would have to be her sounding board.
“Really, you had a bunch of orgasms?” Paige said, as the two sat in Paige’s kitchen a few days later. She certainly didn’t sound judgmental, she sounded rather envious. “You’re going to have to give me whatever you’ve been drinking,” she laughed.
“I wish it were that simple,” Amanda sighed. “It just came out of the blue, and it’s because of women. Not hunky guys or even Neil, bless his heart, but women.”
“You’re not thinking of seducing me, are you?” Paige looked apprehensive. “I’d be willing to switch sides in exchange for all those orgasms, but I’d never be able to explain it to Eric!” The two women laughed. Amanda, though, did find herself looking at Paige in a much, much different way than Paige was looking at her.
“She is hot,” Amanda thought, not in the cool, appraising-a-potential-competitor way that most women do, but more in a hunter-tracking-a-deer kind of way. “Nice breasts, soft and warm, a little small but nice enough for me…thin waist and full hips, nice to hold onto and feel on top of me and under me…sweet round little ass, god I could bury my face in that hot valley…”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Amanda lied. “God, what’s happening to me?” she fretted internally.
“Well, tell me about what’s happening, Mandy. What makes you think you’re turning into a lesbian?” Paige looked and sounded interested, so Amanda told her most of her story, though leaving out any mention of an attraction to Paige herself.
After she’d finished her story, she asked her neighbor, “I know it sounds scandalous, but what do you think? Is it normal, or am I crazy or…god, am I turning into a lesbian?”
Paige looked at her frankly. “Look, I know all about lesbians.”
Amanda was startled. “You do?” she asked.
“Yes, I was in a sorority my one year at college. And you can tell who’s a lesbian and who’s not. For example, do you like sports?”
“No, not particularly,” replied Amanda.
“I didn’t think so,” said Paige, confidently. “How about wearing men’s clothes, or cutting your hair short? Well, shorter,” she added, looking at Amanda’s short bob.
“In the summer I sometimes think about a pixie cut,” Amanda answered truthfully. “It gets so darn hot, y’know?”
“I don’t think that counts,” Paige said. “Honey, I think you just got ultra-horny, and Doctor Paige recommends that you just convince Neil to give you more sex. That can’t be too hard to do.”
“No, he’d love that for sure. But are you absolutely sure that I’m not, like, showing my hidden inner urges?” Amanda asked her confidante.
“Doctor Phil, right?” Paige laughed.
“Yeah, I was really desperate,” Amanda replied, laughing herself.
“Okay, let’s try this,” Paige suggested. “You kiss me, and if you feel attracted to me, or start getting hot, well, then…maybe there’s something there.”
Amanda looked dubious, although the thought of kissing Paige was already sounding very interesting to her. “Okay,” she said.
“Alright, come here…sit here,” Paige said, patting the cushion next to her. Amanda sat down, her body uncomfortably – or maybe comfortably – close to Paige.
Paige took the lead, taking Amanda’s face in her fingertips and pulling it to hers. “Kiss.”
Amanda gave her a chaste, lips sealed tight kiss.
“Honey, if Brad Pitt kissed me like that, I’d turn gay. You’re not getting it…give me a full-on, tongue fucking, spit swapping kiss. I’ve kissed worse, you won’t kill me.”
Reluctantly, Amanda tried again, her mouth tentatively open, her tongue shyly touching Paige’s lips, when the image of her fantasy fucking with the video massage girl returned, and Amanda did indeed end up giving her friend and neighbor the kind of kiss that she’d demanded…and then some.
After about fifteen seconds, Paige pulled away. “Whoah, goodness! You certainly do take direction well! Did you feel anything from that…that kiss?”
“Um, no,” Amanda lied.
“Well then, you’re not a lesbian. But if that’s how you kiss Neil, he isn’t going to be cheating on you…ever. So, just relax, kind of go with the flow and remember what I said – fuck Neil more often, okay?”
“Alright,” Amanda said. She didn’t look all that thrilled at Paige’s diagnosis.
“You don’t have to sound so enthusiastic,” Paige joked.
“Oh, I’m grateful Paige, I really am. You’ve made me feel better, I guess I just had some kind of wild fantasy or something,” Amanda smiled.
“That’s my girl,” Paige replied. “I think every woman has thought about other women at some time or other. We’re tender, gentle and beautiful – what’s not to like?” The two women moved on to other subjects, and Amanda pushed her unsettling experiences out of her mind.
Chapter 2
It was just the next day as she finished loading the washer that she had another strange experience. She leaned over the machine to grab some dryer sheets from the wall cabinet, when the vibration of the washer against her pelvis set off another dream sequence, as Amanda was calling these erotic segues.
“Hey, I’ve never seen you here before,” the young blonde with short hair called out from across the room.
Amanda looked around. She was in some kind of institutional setting, in front of a number of large washing machines. “New blood?” the girl asked.
“What?” Amanda replied.
“I asked if you were a new prisoner here? New fish?” the stocky but cute girl asked her.
“Umm,” Amanda responded.
“No matter,” the girl said. “If you’re working here, you must be in with The White Dykes, we control the laundry and library jobs. So, since you and I have a little down time, come with me behind the big dryer, I wanna show you something.”
Confused, Amanda did as she was told. As soon as she followed the girl into the warm semi-dark behind the massive machine, she found herself in the girl’s hot embrace, her hard body up against Amanda’s, breasts pressing comfortably into breasts, one arm around Amanda’s lower back and one behind her head. The girl’s kiss was hot and intrusive, Amanda felt as though she were being mouth-raped by her tongue, but all in all it wasn’t a bit unpleasant. Kind of like when Neil got aggressive, but somehow better.
“We don’t have a lot of time for preliminaries,” the girl breathed, her left hand already pushing down Amanda’s orange prison pants, the other slipping under her matching color shirt.
“Ugh, orange?” Amanda thought, bewildered. But she quickly found her back pushed against the vibrating machine, her legs spread and her pants and panties down by her feet, with the cute girl kneeling in front of her, face inches away from Amanda’s naked, hairy pussy.
“Once you’ve been in with us for a while, you’re gonna have to get this cunt shaved,” the girl advised her. “But I’ll just work around your carpet for now.” Her hot breath raced over Amanda’s exposed pussy, followed by her flicking tongue.
Amanda could not believe the difference in sensation between a woman’s tongue slithering over her labia and clit, and her fingers when Amanda had masturbated. “God, is this what I’ve been missing?” she thought, as she convulsed in the first of her orgasms. The girl’s tongue was insistent, and perhaps harsher than it might have been had they more time, but it was apparent that she was going for a hard and fast fuck. Her tongue thrust deep into Amanda’s wet cunt, like a small but more practiced dick.
Amanda thrust her hips into the girl’s face as shocks of pleasure jerked her helplessly. “Fuck, that’s so good, eat my hot snatch you fucking lezzie bitch, eat cunt, lick up my cum!” She was shocked that such filth was coming from her own mouth, but the embarrassment in her crudeness rapidly faded as her jolts of ecstasy continued.
Sapphic pleasure seemed to go on for hours, the woman insatiable and Amanda’s hot cream endless, coating the woman’s mouth and lower face.
Finally, though, the woman stopped eating Amanda’s pussy – though her orgasms continued on – and stood up, then kissed Amanda deeply, the hot, moist smell of pussy filling Amanda’s nostrils as the female prisoner pressed her mouth hard on Amanda’s lips, her tongue thrusting into her mouth just as it had done into her pussy, a thought that brought on yet more orgasms for Amanda. She could barely catch her breath between cumming and being orally raped by this woman.
“Do you want more, bitch?” the girl growled.
“God…yesss,” moaned Amanda, as she felt the girl’s fingers slipping inside her dripping cunt. “Fuck me, please!” she begged. The girl fucked in and out of her spasming snatch far more adeptly than Neil, her husband had ever done with his cock, every thrust of her fingers inside her accompanied by swift caresses of her clit with the girl’s thumb, forcing Amanda’s hips to jerk with pleasure at every thrust.
Amanda was drooling, completely at the mercy of this cute dyke.
“Now it’s your turn to lick me, slut,” the girl said, abandoning Amanda’s submissive pussy and mouth momentarily, and pushing down her own tan colored pants, then taking Amanda’s place against the vibrating machine.
Amanda fell to her knees, for the first time in her life finding her face inches away from another woman’s hot snatch. Unlike Amanda’s, this one was bare, with faint stubble around it. It stood to reason that in prison a bikini trim wouldn’t be quite as perfect and smooth as a model’s.
Also apparent was that in prison, vaginal hygiene might not be perfect. But instead of being revolted, Amanda found the girl’s strong pussy aroma enticing, her mouth watering involuntarily as she looked at the glistening, pink slit with its wide, fleshy labia.
“Suck on my lips, cunt,” the girl ordered her, and Amanda complied, tasting female flesh for the first time, sucking the girl’s flaps between her lips and caressing them with her tongue.
“Ohh…yeah,” the girl muttered with satisfaction, her fingers tangled in Amanda’s hair. “Suck my cunt,” she ordered Amanda, using her fingers to direct her head around. Slowly and cautiously, Amanda’s tongue entered another woman for the first time, finding her texture silky slick, hot and wet, the fragrance of pussy filling her world. Amanda dropped her hand down between her own naked thighs, caressing and teasing her own cunt to achieve yet more orgasms.
She saw flashes of bright colors, visual expressions of her internal pleasure, as she avidly licked pussy, loving the taste and smell and feel of it, forever associating another woman’s naked body with her own ecstasy.
“Yeah,” the woman grunted, that’s good. Now, stay there,” she murmured, holding Amanda’s head on her cunt with an iron grip. Amanda felt a hot stream of liquid filling her mouth, and the acrid odor of urine fill her nostrils. “Drink my piss, bitch,” the woman murmured, “It’s your prison baptism.” The girl laughed as her urine overflowed Amanda’s mouth – there was no way she was going to voluntarily drink a woman’s urine!
Still, though, simply from the volume of female piss, Amanda was forced to swallow several mouthfuls, and aside from its saltiness, she found the taste and smell to be a little bit of a turn on, her fingers furiously scrubbing over her clit as she came in her role of submissive slut.
The girl above her moaned as she, too, came, bucking her snatch harder into Amanda’s face, the girl’s thrusts declining as she relaxed from her own pleasures.
“Alright cunt, we know what kind of a slut you are now, one more thing for you to do,” the girl said, pushing Amanda a few inches away. “Lick my asshole clean.”
She turned, exposing her small, pale ass to Amanda, then reaching behind her to pull her cheeks apart. Amanda was sickened to see the girl’s tight rectal opening, with its puckered ring of tan flesh around it, pulsing as the girl consciously relaxed her anal sphincter, and releasing a small fart, the gas assaulting Amanda’s nose with foul odor.
“Lick it, or I will beat the everlasting shit out of you, you sloppy fucking cunt,” the woman growled. Amanda believed her, and brought her face closer. The smell wasn’t quite as bad as Amanda had feared, and she dabbed at the girl’s pale butt with her tongue.
“Dig in there, cunt!” the girl ordered, and Amanda pushed closer, slathering the girl’s ass cheeks with her tongue. All she tasted was salty perspiration, her flesh growing moister and more humid and hot the closer Amanda came to the girl’s anal opening. The smell of her pussy was exciting Amanda as she licked, and she brought her left hand up to the girl’s pussy, frigging her with her fingers and thumb, as Amanda used her right hand to pleasure herself.
Before she knew it, Amanda’s tongue was avidly thrusting into the girl’s slimy, tight hole, the taste there earthy, musky and rich, the texture an odd rubbery feel, and the girl’s hole pulsing tightly on her tongue, then loosening, again and again rhythmically as the girl came under Amanda’s mouth and fingers.
Amanda herself had again begun that long, slow pleasure ride of multiple orgasms that women now seemed capable of giving her, her hips shuddering as she came again and again and again. She licked happily at the woman’s anus, the woman’s creamy, hot lubrication dripping down her fingers in the girl’s cunt, the fingers on her right hand equally thickly coated with her own pleasure.
Although Amanda seemed unlikely to stop cumming, the girl apparently did, as she pushed Amanda a few inches away, then turned and lifted her up, looking in Amanda’s eyes with a softened expression. “You’re a Dyke for life now, baby,” she murmured. “You’re never going to want a man for anything.” Then she slowly brought her face to Amanda’s, their lips meeting softly, gently, tenderly as they kissed as real lovers.
Amanda felt a wonderful sense of contentment, peace and happiness fill her being as they kissed, a wondrous feeling that Amanda had only rarely felt before, and one that she knew she could no longer live without. Their bodies pressed together warmly and familiarly, the girl’s soft breasts pressing into her own, and Amanda ached with the pleasure from simple contact with another woman.
She was transported with the simple pleasure of intimacy with another woman, and knew that her life would no longer complete with just a man.
She opened her eyes to find herself alone, her butt pressed up against the washer which had just completed its cycles, her jeans at mid thigh, panties pulled down with them, her fingers on her vulva and coated with her own cream, and laughed to herself.
“Besides becoming a big fan of Orange Is The New Black, there’s certainly something different about me these days,” she chuckled, the feeling of uncertainty from before gone, now accepting that she had, for whatever reason, become a lesbian. The pleasure and sense of companionship from other women she was feeling was far too intense to overcome, nor did she feel that she had to explain her new point of view to anyone, except perhaps Neil.
Chapter 3
“The assault team reports that they intersected with Erin Rider last night,” the woman’s voice said to Sloane Gamble, over her cellphone. She was seated in her Mustang outside of a well kept house in Passaic, New Jersey.
“Is that the assault team’s euphemism for ‘beating her up?'” The slim, twenty-two year old Pax Terra agent responded wryly.
“Um, yes Miss,” the girl answered, her voice uncertain.
“Good,” responded Sloane. “The bitch deserved it. Where did they take her down?”
“Near the Village of Winnerdon Flats, on a street named ‘Quatermass Avenue,’ it’s dark and only lightly traveled. And Miss…”
“Yes?” said Sloane.
“Please pardon me for being presumptuous…but isn’t she your sister…as well as a FIT operative?”
“Yes,” answered Sloane. “She is.” From the sound of her voice, the woman, older than Sloane by two years, but very new to Pax Terra, understood that her meeting with Pax’s top local agent in New Jersey was finished.
Sloane sighed, then left her car and walked up the front walk to the blue-painted door of the modest house, one of many just like it in the bedroom community for Manhattan.
Chapter 4
Amanda’s cellphone burbled on the table – a text from Paige. Actually, six texts from Paige. Her phone had been switched to “silent” and she missed them all. Just as she was about to open and read them, the doorbell rang.
“Crap, I’ll get rid of this salesman – who even does door to door anymore – and attend to Paige.” Answering the door, she found an attractive young brunette who looked vaguely familiar. Then she recalled that she was the woman who had stopped by two weeks previous, asking about the whereabouts of her brother, Peter. She had put the woman off, and now it looked as though she was trying again. Then Amanda stopped, frozen in place. It was also the girl who had looked familiar to her in her “party” hallucination.
The one who had dominated her and brought her to several orgasms. Such amazing, unforgettable orgasms…
“Hi, Amanda, it’s me, Karen Brothers,” lied Sloane. “I stopped by two weeks ago, asking about your brother? I was wondering…”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t heard anything, but if I do…”
“Oh, I understand. Listen, I know this is completely unwarranted and I’d understand if you said no, but may I use your bathroom? It’s so embarrassing…” The girl sounded legitimate, and she’d already been inside once before when they’d shared some ice tea, so there likely would be no harm. Then she could respond to Paige, and perhaps talk to her about her eventful day.
“Of course,” Amanda responded. “It’s right down here, through the living room…”
The girl walked past Amanda, who noticed the woman’s slightly peachy perfume and the sway of her cute ass. “Stop that,” Amanda thought. “You may be very interested in girls now, but that would still be cheating.”
She entered the bathroom, the door losing behind her. About a minute later, she heard a squeal from the bathroom. “Oh my god,” the woman’s voice said. Amanda rushed to see what was the matter.
“What is it?” she said outside the door.
“Oh, you’ve got to see this,” the girl said. “Come in.”
Amanda entered, and was shocked to see the girl standing there with only her panties on.
“Hello, Amanda,” she said, approaching her, then reaching past her and closing the door. “I was hoping that a different approach might work better this time.” She pinned Amanda’s back to the wall, her arms on both sides of Amanda’s body, then leaned in, her face dangerously close to Amanda’s
“I noticed that you’re wearing the same kind of body splash I do, peach essence. I can’t help but feel that means we have so many things in common…” she leaned in and brought her lips to Amanda’s. She simply placed them on hers, warmly and familiarly, and then waited for Amanda’s response. To her own surprise, Amanda moaned and threw her arms around the woman’s neck, ardently returning the kiss, her mouth opening to thrust her tongue into the stranger’s mouth, overjoyed that the woman responded positively, returning the intimate kiss with passion.
“Please, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-” Amanda began apologizing, ashamed that her recent fantasies had translated into action with a stranger.
“Hush baby, do as I say and you’ll understand everything soon. For now, enjoy yourself,” the girl said, her voice simultaneously quelling Amanda’s fear but exciting her, a soft tingle building in her pelvis. She was acutely conscious of the feel of the girl’s small breasts against her, her nipples hard and excited.
“Kiss my breasts baby, I need your touch so much,” the girl murmured, as Amanda leaned down and took one of the girl’s stiff pink nipples between her lips. The feeling of it was amazing, the thought that she had another woman’s nipple in her mouth brought on a small orgasm, her clitoris weakly erupting, pleasure cascading through her lower body.
“Oh my god, I’m actually touching – sucking – another woman, and she’s naked in my arms!” Amanda’s thoughts were a jumble, rational thought crashing into emotion, drowning in sexual frenzy, and any ability to make logical decisions was rapidly fleeing. In the absence of any expected alarm bells going off in her head, she continued sucking the girl’s beautiful breasts, her own clitoris now actively sending hot jolts of pleasure through her.
The girl didn’t seem to mind, her body pressing into Amanda’s, her arms pulling Amanda’s face closer to her body. The girl took one of Amanda’s hands, and brought it to her hot, damp crotch, darkness forming at the satin material. As Amanda’s fingers reflexively pressed into the fabric, she could feel the woman’s cleft immediately under it, no soft cushion of pubic hair separating them, and her excitement level grew.
Amanda had little experience with real-life women’s pussies – as opposed to her increasingly rich fantasy life – and the thought of a bare pussy so close to her excited her, and she gasped.
“Touch me there,” the girl pleaded, and Amanda was more than willing.
“It wouldn’t really be cheating,” Amanda thought, though why that would be so wasn’t likely to hold up to close inspection. Still, it was good enough for the occasion, and her fingers stroked up and down the woman’s now wet opening with her fingertips. She could actually feel the woman’s cream on her fingertips and sought out the top of her slim bikini panties, plunging her hand deliberately between the soft fabric and the girl’s smooth, flat stomach.
“Yessss,” the girl hissed as she felt Amanda’s fingers seeking the intimacy of her snatch. Amanda’s fingers slipped down her silky skin over her bare mound and swelling clit to the wondrous heat and moisture of her slit. Dipping her fingers slowly inside the girl’s eager cunt, her fingers coating with the girl’s cream, Sloane moaned and bit Amanda’s shoulder gently, pressing her hot snatch into Amanda’s hand.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, her lips seeking out Amanda’s again. They eagerly kissed as Amanda finger fucked the cute girl, tongues in sweet combat, the taste of the girl’s saliva in her mouth sweet and hot, bodies pressing together softly. Amanda prayed that she would soon be naked in the girl’s arms, and that they would be able to explore each other’s body in the pursuit of total mutual pleasure.
“Eat me…now,” the girl whispered in Amanda’s ear, her hot breath racing across Amanda’s cheek. She sat down on the closed toilet seat, her legs spread, her panties dark with moisture at her pussy. Amanda fell to her knees, her greatest desire exploding in her brain – seeing, touching, smelling and tasting another woman’s naked, excited cunt within reach. The reality far exceeded the wonder of the fantasy as she neared the momentary centerpiece of her existence and Amanda froze.
Sloane aided Amanda’s brief paralysis by lifting her ass from the seat, and shimmying the fabric down her thighs to dangle off one foot, her unspeakably beautiful – to Amanda’s eyes, if no one else’s – cunt glistening with moisture, her pink labia swollen and plump, her clit bare and uncovered, a small wet reddish-pink pearl of pleasure aching for Amanda’s touch.
Amanda gave a small squeak, the only verbal expression of delight that she could manage as her instincts and desires took command of her body. Leaning her face in to Sloane’s humid vee, she inhaled the hot, fresh scent of pussy, her mouth watering in anticipation of the feast before her.
“Lick me,” Sloane prompted, perhaps unnecessarily, as no force on earth could have kept Amanda’s tongue from that wetly gleaming banquet of feminine pleasure and delight filling her senses. She fastened her lips to Sloane’s plump pussy lips, and all that had gone before in Amanda’s thirty years faded to nothing under the molten heat of lesbian pleasure.
Amanda lightly, gently and tenderly sucked at Sloane’s snatch, kissing the wet slit as though it were her lover’s mouth, her tongue fucking into the tight, silky, cavern of womanly love with a passion that dwarfed anything Amanda had felt with her husband, and was rewarded with moans of pleasure from Sloane, her hips writhing as pleasure and ecstasy overcame her, too.
Amanda would have been more than content to spend eternity there before that toilet, worshipping the first pussy that she had ever tasted, but Sloane had much more in mind for both of them. Sure now of Amanda’s complete conversion, Sloane gently took Amanda’s head in her hands and lifted her face up to fix her eyes on her own.
“It’s time we go to bed,” Sloane commanded her now submissive lover, and Amanda was only too happy to comply to her every wish. The two walked together hand in hand, Sloane completely naked, her clothes in Amanda’s free arm and Amanda completely clothed, but fiercely desirous of being naked with her new, unexpected female lover. Along the way they’d stop to embrace and kiss, temporarily diffusing the hot lesbian lust that was almost visibly sparking off each of them.
“God, I want to lick your hot cunt until you go insane,” Sloane moaned as they finally reached the door of Amanda and Neil’s bedroom. “Is this where you sleep with your husband?” Sloane asked.
“Yes,” gasped Amanda. “I don’t care, he’s from an old part of my life – you’re my world right now. Please…let’s fuck, just us!” Sloane smiled.
“Let’s get you naked.” Between kisses, Sloane unbuttoned Amanda’s simple pink blouse, pulling it off her shoulders, eyeing the older woman’s much larger breasts still encased in her bra.
“I love big boobs,” Sloane giggled, as Amanda already turned to allow Sloane to easily unhook her brassiere.
“I’d love your hands, and your mouth on my big boobs,” Amanda laughed, trickles of electric delight flowing through her thighs as Sloane touched and caressed her back, then kissed the back of her neck, shivering with a small orgasm.
“God, how do you do that?” she moaned, fingers already unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Sloane’s strong hands came from behind her and overwhelmed her own, the feeling of Sloane’s strength thrilling the housewife, the utter naughtiness of betraying her husband and her marriage bringing her a thrill that she had never dreamed existed. “God…yesss,” she gasped, Sloane’s mouth still on her neck, dropping her head back to receive Sloane’s kiss.
One hand squeezing and caressing Amanda’s breasts and stiff nipples, the other expertly unbuttoning her and diving hard and deep between jeans and stomach, then between soft panties and skin, through the cultivated forest of dark pubic hair to her waiting mistress, anxious for domination by her hard lover, two fingers thrust deep inside her.
Amanda screamed then, so quietly and so desperately, as the real pleasure of a woman’s touch became clear to her. Sloane supported her as Amanda’s legs grew weak, her entire body focused on the center of delight that her clitoris had become. “God god god,” she moaned, as Sloane pushed her pants down and half carried, half dragged her to the bed where they could consummate their new-found love.
They fell together on the queen sized bed, neatly made up but destined to be wrecked by their sapphic passions. Sloane rolled over on top of Amanda, their bodies damp with perspiration and excitement, kissing her as tenderly as she’d ever been kissed. It was amazing to Amanda that there could be such a profound difference in the way two women kiss, as opposed to a man and a woman.
A man’s approach was to dominate his woman, which Amanda often did find to be stimulating. But a woman, with her gentle and tender kisses, touched with hot passion and tempered by a woman’s giving and sharing nature, was the far more exciting and interesting lover due to her patience and her willingness to take her time in raising her partner’s ardor. Amanda felt as though Sloane would have been happy to just kiss her all afternoon, and that it would have led them both to as many orgasms as any other way of making love.
But Sloane wanted to show her newly minted lesbian more delights than just that. She shimmied down Amanda’s body, kissing her under her chin, on her vulnerable and delicate throat, showing her affection for the woman just as Amanda showed her submission, warm kisses and soft licks of her pink tongue on Amanda’s flesh, feeling the beat of Amanda’s heart under every kiss.
Then to the hollow at the base of her throat, and on to Amanda’s damp chest and breasts, a rosy glow rising as her ecstasy grew. Amanda’s pink nipples unbelievably grew harder with excitement and desire, their tautness painful yet inexplicably translated into pleasure by her swollen red clit. Her hips rotated as though she were being fucked by some monster cock, her only frame of reference for the source of pleasure there, a frame of reference rapidly changing and adapting to the new reality of lesbian lust.
Sloane slithered further, licking at the woman’s salty and vaguely peach-scented skin, Amanda’s flesh quivering at her touch, but she murmured words of encouragement, anxious to feel Sloane’s hot, wet and rough tongue across the sensitive erogenous receptors of her labia and clit.
“Oh god…please, please lick my cunt, fuck me with your tongue…eat me out…god!”
Sloane chuckled, the woman’s responses everything that the experienced Pax Terra agent had expected. Certainly the dozens of women that she had converted in the past had reacted much the same, but there would never be a sameness in freeing them from their conventional restraints and in sharing the amazing, ultimate pleasures of sapphic sex.
Dabbing her tongue in Amanda’s navel, Sloane savored the taste of the shallow cleft, as she never failed to do, a woman’s hot and wet folds and orifices constantly and reliably bringing her pleasure of taste, smell and touch. Even now she could smell the excitement of Amanda’s cunt as she approached the woman’s neatly trimmed but full pubic bush, a rarity these days, at least judging by the numerous hot snatches that Sloane had personally and minutely inspected.
She blew out into the curls, knowing that the random movements of the hairs would tickle and tease the woman, adding a special pleasure to the delights that were already assaulting her overworked clitoris, now proudly standing exposed and glistening, vulnerable to Sloane’s whims. Amanda’s fingers were in Sloane’s hair, caressing her scalp and urging her lower, as Amanda grew desperate to feel a woman’s mouth on her ready and eager pussy, lips and clit.
“I need to cum, so bad,” she moaned.
Sloane licked around Amanda’s plump clitoris, careful not to touch it, and Amanda erupted in orgasm, her hips bucking up into Sloane’s face. Fortunately, Sloane had anticipated this reaction and pulled back.
“Fucking goddamn, I’m cumming!” the woman squealed. “Oh my god cumming…so much…” she muttered randomly, her head rocking from side to side as she struggled to absorb so much ecstasy in such a short time.
Sloane paused in her stimulation of the married woman, allowing her to recover from her body’s responses. She looked at the woman’s pussy, appreciating the beauty of an older woman’s genitals in heat, her labia and clitoris fully engorged and red, her inner slit a deeper pink, glistening with her abundant moisture, her creamy fluid dripping down her perineum for Sloane to savor later.
Her heated fragrance excited Sloane, her aroma sweet, humid and musky, a woman’s essence that Sloane wished she could have with her always, although she doubted that having her nose buried in a woman’s cunt at all times would be practical. She giggled at the thought.
By this time Amanda had calmed down and returned to herself, her hand gently touching and caressing Sloane’s head. Sloane returned to licking at Amanda’s snatch, her tongue licking along her labia, soft hairs lining her slit, catching her fluids, rewarding Sloane’s eager tongue with slick, delicious droplets of viscous feminine cream.
Sloane teased at Amanda’s wet slit, fucking in and out of her tight, hot and wet vaginal opening, the woman’s hips rolling again slowly as the stimulus of Sloane’s tongue routed through her clitoris to her brain. She moaned as the pleasure grew inside her again, building to that now familiar failure limit, where her senses would cascade in the ultimate pleasure that a woman can feel, simply from another woman pleasing her.
“Oh god, come up here and kiss me,” Amanda pleaded, already divining that there are numerous routes to a woman’s sapphic pleasure. Sloane did as requested, lying next to and partially over Amanda as they kissed once again, with Sloane’s fingers busy caressing her labia and around her clit, then deeply fucking into her slit, cream dripping from her fingers as Amanda moaned into Sloane’s mouth, but not breaking their kiss.
Tongues dancing together, Amanda came again, her hips and thighs quivering and shaking with the intensity of her several orgasms. Sloane stayed with her as she rode them down, slowing her touches of the naked married woman, the two finally coming to rest together, and dozing in satisfied fatigue.
After about fifteen minutes, Sloane murmured, “Alright, baby?”
Amanda’s cheeks pressed into Sloane’s as she smiled. “More than alright. You’re amazing.”
There was a silence for a minute or two, then Amanda whispered, “How did you know?”
“That you like women?” Sloane asked. Amanda nodded against her, unable to look into her eyes. How could anyone else know what she herself had just discovered?
“Because I made you that way,” Sloane said nonchalantly. Amanda gasped.
“What…what do you mean?”
Sloane went on to explain the ongoing war for the hearts and souls of all women on earth between Family Interactions Therapists, or FIT, and Pax Terra – both organizations dedicated to converting women to lesbianism, with the difference that FIT also wanted to destroy all men in the process. Amanda’s eyes grew wide when Sloane made clear to her the serious nature of the conflict, and that neither she nor any woman on earth had any choice in the matter – other than perhaps which side she would end up on.
“But why me, why now?” she asked the brown-haired twenty-two year old Pax agent.
“Because you had information I needed, and needed now,” Sloane answered truthfully.
“So you turned my life and my world with my husband completely on its head, to get some information? I suppose it’s finding out where my brother is?”
“Yes,” Sloane answered. “We need him as an ally, we have no intention of harming him, far from it. I need to know, Amanda.”
Amanda sighed. “I guess I probably wouldn’t have believed you…before,” she said. “But now…” she then told Sloane what she wanted to know. Where he was, and how Pax could get him to trust them.
“You’ve done a good thing,” Sloane responded, kissing Amanda’s cheek. Then Amanda gently turned Sloane’s head with her hand, and kissed her on the lips.
“I have two things to tell you. Well, tell one and ask one.”
“Okay,” Sloane said noncommittally.
“First, I love you. And I also hate you. I love you, because you’ve shown me colors, scents, flavors and dreams that I never knew existed, and how to enjoy them. It’s like going from black and white to Technicolor – in 3D and Dolby.” she giggled at her florid comparison. Then she grew serious.
“But I hate you because I was happy with my husband. Now that’s never going to be the same. I will still love him, because I respect him as a man – a gentle, loving man. Although I doubt that he’ll ever be able to bring me the same satisfaction that he did before – I don’t think any man could compare to what you’ve shown me – I still owe him my affection and respect.”
Sloane smiled. “I hoped that would be your response. It’s the difference between FIT and Pax. We can build a world with men through Pax, but FIT wants to destroy that. We need your strength, and help, and your love for your man.” she paused.
“You said that you had an “ask?” Sloane continued.
Amanda giggled. “Yeah…can I lick your pussy again…and more?” Her fingers were already at Sloane’s pussy, stroking her.
Sloane laughed, “I would never turn that request down.”
Amanda snuggled between Sloane’s thighs, gazing in awe and wonder at the girl’s beautiful bare pussy, and quickly proceeded to show her how much she had learned of the art of pussy licking. Sloane was transported in ecstasy at the sweet, loving sensations of a woman’s tongue on her sensitive private parts, as Amanda took advantage once again of a willing and available pussy.
“God, Amanda, your tongue is so fucking nice on me there,” Sloane coaxed. “You can eat me out all night long.” She shuddered as yet another orgasm coursed through her, her body quaking with aftershocks of delight. Amanda dined on her hot, wet banquet for the longest time, and then pushed Sloane’s legs up.
“I want to eat even more of you, baby,” Amanda whispered.
Sloane quickly caught on, and lifted her legs up, until her knees were near her own head.
“I’ve been aching to smell and taste a woman’s asshole,” Amanda gasped without further explanation. Apparently her prison fantasy had piqued her curiosity at the pleasure to be found in lesbian analingus. The prospect of having her asshole licked by the neophyte lesbian sounded like fun to Sloane, so she decided to spice it up with words.
“Yeah, lick my filthy, dirty, nasty asshole you fucking lesbian slut! Stick your tongue in my fucking tight and dirty shit hole, eat my shit and swallow it bitch!”
For good measure, she let loose a fart in Amanda’s face, though the prospect of feeding her shit was merely fantasy. But Amanda gasped at the naughty thrill that Sloane’s hot, smelly fart gave her. It was exciting enough for the present, and she came even as her mouth descended on Sloane’s cute, pink anus. her tongue pressing forward through the young girl’s anal sphincter, fucking her dirt road as deeply as she could manage, until her tongue ached with the effort.
Both girls were cumming, their clits exploding in pleasure and delight, as Amanda serviced Sloane’s cute rear hole, her anal slave and slut, now and forever. The two girls cavorted in lesbian delights for another hour, finally reluctantly separating their sensation-sensitive bodies briefly, then showering together, which led to several more orgasms.
Bidding her neophyte lesbian goodbye, Sloane promised to try to make it back soon, though she knew it was a lie. There were far too many available pussies out there for her to convert, to spend time on one who was already converted. Besides, the only specific woman she wanted to spend her free time with was her partner, Beth.
Chapter 5
After Sloane left, Amanda lay in bed, gently tickling her pussy, the soft electricity mellowing her from the frenetic sex of the day heretofore. Then she remembered Paige.
“Oh gosh, what did she want?” she thought, feeling a little guilty at being so caught up in her own life that she had neglected to at least get in touch with her best friend. “A very cute best friend,” she thought, as a small orgasm overtook her. She pulled up her panties, licked her wet fingers and walked over to the table where her phone rested.
There were now nine texts from Paige. They began:
“Need to talk. Got a minit?”
followed by
“REALLY need to talk. Let me know”
“Mandy, it’s REALLY important”
“Feeling better now. Took problem in hand but need u”
and finally
“Will die without u. Pls pls…”
“My god,” Amanda thought. She hurried over to Paige’s house. “I’m so sorry honey, what’s-”
She was very surprised when Paige threw open the door, pulled her inside and kissed her hard on the mouth, her hand already headed down to Amanda’s crotch.
“Oh god, Amanda, I don’t know what’s come over me, but if I don’t eat your pussy THIS VERY MINUTE, I’m going to die. I mean that seriously and please don’t think I’m crazy!” Paige gasped.
“Okay, okay,” Amanda managed, steering Paige over to her sofa. She didn’t want to end up on the floor.
Amanda was torn. Yes, she would be more than pleased to have Paige eat her cunt, but this was out of the blue considering that she knew Paige to be every bit as straight as she had been…had been. She thought back to what Sloane had told her about her seduction – that she now had the power to turn virtually any woman into a lesbian – “convert” had been the word that she had used.
But who had converted Paige? She was sure that she hadn’t…except that they had kissed the other day, when Paige was over. Had her saliva converted Paige? She laughed. She wouldn’t have done it on purpose, but since it was done, there was nothing to do but enjoy herself, and teach Paige where she could.
“Now honey, if you want to eat my hole, you’re going to want to see it, to see how pretty it is, aren’t you…” as she slipped her pants down, spreading her legs and the smile on her face.
Paige only hesitated a few seconds before burying her face between Amanda’s thighs, her tongue eagerly lapping at Amanda’s already wet twat, licking up her best friend’s ample pussy juices, her lips smacking as she almost literally devoured the wet, steamy pussy. Amanda moaned with joy as she came on her friend – now lover’s – face, her hot, sticky cream coating Paige’s cheeks. The two women easily slipped into a comfortable sixty-nine position, avidly kissing and licking the pink pussy that each was presented with.
Both women found too, that analingus was a particular favorite, each licking the other’s tight anus, feminine tongues thrusting hard and deep into female asshole, then extended periods of passionate kissing, sharing the lovely tastes and scents of each other’s body with her new lover.
Due to the lateness in the day, they had to cut their lovemaking short after only an hour or so, since their husbands would be coming home.
As it turned out, both women enjoyed themselves very, very much and remained the best of friends as well as secret lovers, getting together every day and fucking madly while their husbands were at work, but remaining both married to the men and being perfect wives in all ways, although they never again orgasmed from their husbands’ fucking.
Still, they made sure that their husbands came each night – their “sad, solitary orgasm” as each woman viewed it, compared to their dozens of cums with each other and a few selected female playmates – and that was more than enough to keep the men perfectly satisfied and unaware.
Given that most days they had a dozen or so orgasms with each other, and that ninety-nine percent of their frustrations had dissolved with their deliriously happy lesbian sex lives, giving their husbands all the sex they wanted and a an ego boost by faking it was a small price to pay!
“Thank you so much, Sloane,” became Amanda (and Paige’s) nightly prayer.
Chapter 6
“You turned her into a lesbian so that you could find out where her brother was?” Beth said, looking a little dubiously at a naked Sloane. “And then she converted her neighbor – accidentally?”
“Yes,” Sloane answered. They were in the bathtub, enjoying a nice warm bubble bath together, surrounded by a dozen romantic candles. The flickering light had the effect of letting them both ease into a very relaxed state of mind.
“How do you feel about that – about changing her life – well, two people’s lives, plus their husbands – so radically just to find out something you could have found out through something like google?” Beth asked.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been that easy – he knew that FIT was after him and he wasn’t going to make locating him easy. I feel fine about my methods. Sooner or later every woman on earth is going to have that choice made for them. Her time came early, and at least it was for the good guys.”
“Besides, they now know the most basic truth of lesbian lovemaking and lesbian existence – that as women, they feel things…life, love, existence… so much more than men…and it isn’t the virus that makes the difference – it’s that they’re two women together.”
“True,” Beth agreed. Then she kissed her always lover.
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