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Evolution 14
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Evolution / 14
Date: 30 Jul 92 21:37:55 GMT
Evolution / 14
The three stood up to leave. Dara whispered to the other two: "I sure
wish I could see the look on people's faces when you leave here with
_both_ of us, Mark."
"Me too. You two could break a lot of hearts, you know."
Susan couldn't believe it, but found herself in Mark's home a few minutes
later. The three of them sat at Mark's coffee table, in front of a nice,
warm fire in Mark's impressive fireplace. Apparently his career as oral
surgeon had done him well. They had another drink and talked for another
half-hour before Mark excused himself to use the bathroom.
Dara smiled at Susan. "Nice, isn't it? Sorry, I would have offered to
join you in the Ladies' room at the club, but it would have been kind of
obvious that we were going there to talk, and it would have been
inconsiderate to leave Mark there alone."
"No problem. You're right, this has been a fun evening."
"So, want to stay? We don't have to if you don't want to."
Susan wasn't as shocked as she might have expected herself to be. "You
mean... overnight? Sleep with him?"
"Of course. It's up to you-- we can still bow out, but I think you'll
have a lot of fun. He'll show you some things about your body that are
just... thrilling," Dara shuddered. "He really knows how to make
someone feel like a woman, and I've always wanted to indulge him in this
two-on-one fantasy most men have. I also think it's a little less
threatening for you that way."
"It would be my _first_ time, Dara," Susan protested. "And I only met
him tonight."
"Susan, you've had sex before, even if... Never mind."
"What?" Susan asked. Sounds from the bathroom indicated that Mark was
nearly ready to return.
"You don't have to have _sex_ with him if you don't want to. I can keep
him more than busy by myself, if it comes to it. But you do have to have
your _first_ time eventually, and it should be with people you trust. I
can give Mark very good references there. Besides, there's all sorts of
exciting things other than... 'normal' intercourse, if that's what you're
worried about."
Susan nodded.
A worried look came to Dara's face. "Susan, it's okay... I can
understand if you don't trust me..."
Susan cut her off immediately. "Dara, of _course_ I trust you. I'd
trust you with anything. You gave me the life I have now."
"Okay. We can go home..."
"No. You're right. Let's stay. You've been right there with me all
along. I'd do anything with you."
"Anything?" Dara sneered. "Good. Because tomorrow night I may even have
a better idea-- just you and me. Tomorrow. Didn't want to make your
first night in bed with a man disappointing by comparison, you know."
"Sounds like something else you're experienced with," Susan noted.
Dara didn't get to answer, as Mark was returning. Instead, she
whispered: "Just watch what I do, and don't be afraid to touch
anything."
Susan couldn't believe that she was getting sex advice from another
woman. It was exciting her. Something seemed to be happening between
her legs; it was already happening to Dara, and the two women were slowly
filling Mark's living room with their pheromones.
It didn't take long for Mark to get the idea. Susan watched carefully,
and knew from experience the signs of arousal in Mark. Suddenly she felt
a great advantage; she could almost sense what Mark must have been
feeling, that certain fogginess, anticipation-- that was now affecting
her as well. Mark went after the "new" girl first, coming up behind
Susan and wrapping his arms around her abdomen. It felt delicious to
both of them. As Dara watched approvingly, Mark slid his arms up, and as
he felt no resistance from Susan, finally slid up to her breasts.
Susan couldn't have waited for the moment any longer, and sighed, head
tilted back against Mark, eyes closed. He started to massage Susan's
breasts right through all her clothing. Susan started to melt away; in
moments she found herself becoming very wet between the legs. She loved
the feeling, but couldn't concentrate on any one thing.
Dara came up behind Mark and began to undress him, removing his belt and
unzipping his pants, as Mark continued to amuse Susan. Dara then helped
Mark undress Susan, as Susan was in no state to do it herself. Mark
finally released her and removed the rest of his clothes, and then Dara
stripped erotically in front of both of them.
Dara really put on a good show; revealing herself slowly and with great
flourish; nearly knocking Mark over and obviously impressing Susan, as
well as continuing to excite her.
The sensations were somewhat strange to Susan with all this; she felt
more female than she ever had, and somehow knew how to show it. Her
movements were soft and fluid, and she felt at the same time great power
over Mark, but quite powerless from herself. She loved the fact that all
the feminine movements, behaviors, sounds, and even her voice were
appreciated; a sigh or moan that seemed so natural to her would have been
inappropriate for a man, but now fit her perfectly. She had the
advantage now of not only her instinct, but of knowing what a woman
looked like and did through the various stages of intercourse, and from a
different point of view.
The three were tumbling onto Mark's queen-sized bed only minutes later.
Soon both women had Mark on his back, determined to keep him there and
give him the time of his life. He finally interrupted the action for a
moment.
"You know I've always fantasized about this. Thank you both for making
it come true. I can't believe it... You're both so..."
Dara touched him between the legs before he could finish his sentence.
She sat on her knees to one side of him, as he lay on his back, and
slowly stroked his penis. Mark's eyes were closed, and Susan watched
Dara's technique.
"I can't believe it either," Susan whispered in a voice Mark wouldn't
hear. "I've always wanted to do this myself-- one man with two women--
but I never expected to be one of the two women."
Dara smiled. "Too bad Steven had to go. One nice thing about being
female is that..."
"You've had two men inside you at once?" Susan asked, her voice raised a
bit.
"Shhhh! Of course I have. Hard on the men sometimes, but a great
experience at least once. Speaking of hard, take over here for me..."
Susan complied, stroking Mark gently. Another first.
Dara leaned over Mark's head, slowly guiding one of her warm, round
breasts for Mark's mouth. Mark, who hadn't expected it, was moaning, and
soon sucking quite intently. Susan was fascinated by Dara's reaction
even more-- she seemed to enjoy it at least as much as he did-- her head
back, eyes closed, doing all she could to maintain her position above
him. Susan looked down at her own, unattended breasts, furtively
touching one, trying to catch a piece of what Dara must have been
feeling. If only there was another mouth, she thought. Susan started
using her other hand to gently massage Mark's thighs, and started to
probe down between his legs. She felt him react, his excitement level
jumping another notch. This was thrilling to Susan-- again, she had used
her abilities correctly, and loved the fact that Mark was falling under
the spell that the two women were casting on him.
Susan looked up and saw Dara switch to the other breast, centering it on
Mark's mouth and compressing it down agaist his face. Mark moved his
head around, again sending Dara into ecstasy. Dara took one leg and
rubbed it against Mark's side. Susan put one question away for later--
shouldn't Dara be worried about connecting to Mark light that? What were
the chances of accidentally unweaning him?
Susan found Mark's anus and touched it. His legs tightened, his body
tensed. With one finger she rubbed the most sensitive spot on his penis,
and felt him start fighting for even more stimulation, trying for
release. These efforts did not go unnoticed by Dara, who separated
himself from Mark, and motioned Susan to stop.
"Come up here, Dara whispered. Susan climbed over Mark's leg and sat on
her own at Mark's side, across from Dara. Susan felt anxious as Mark
caught his breath; perhaps her lonely breasts would get some attention
after all.
Dara stretched across Mark and reached between Susan's legs. Susan,
surprised, sat up a bit more. Dara's finger vanished deep into Susan's
vagina, which was so wet it offered little resistance. The finger came
out of Susan glistening wet. Mark's eyes were open now, though the sight
of Dara's finger inside Susan-- something that he himself never thought
he'd see up close-- was keeping him paralyzed.
Dara held up her finger, and erotically licked it with just her
tonguetip. "Watch," she said to Susan, loud enough for Mark to hear.
She reached down to Mark's face, and slowly drew her finger directly
under Mark's nose. At the next breath, Mark moaned and began to shudder.
Susan's jaw dropped as she watched Mark become overwhelmed. "Wow!"
Dara chuckled. "Never underestimate the power of your own pussy, Susan."
Susan thought of it for a moment; and flashed back to the sight of
Daniel, lying in Susan's puddle on the storage room floor, and the power
she had felt between her own legs then. That weapon was still there, and
just as effective as ever-- but this other ability-- one that all women
had, wet or not-- suddenly seemed equally impressive. She looked at
Mark, still under the grip of Susan's own scent-- nearly at the edge of
orgasm even though neither woman was touching him-- and felt immensely
proud of her own body... and thankful to Dara for being there to teach
her about it.
Dara reached between her own legs, and a moment later a glistening finger
rubbed itself under Susan's nose. The effect was much the same. Dara's
scent, which was of course amazingly similar to Susan's own, took effect
in seconds. Suddenly Susan felt very empty inside, between her legs.
She had never been so aroused before.
"I think it's time," Dara announced. "At least _I_ can't wait much
longer." She reached into Mark's nightstand drawer, and in moments had
found and installed a condom on Mark's penis. He still couldn't move,
but watched in fascination.
Susan opened her eyes, and Dara gestured towards two places-- Mark's
erect, hot penis-- and his face. "Your choice, Susan."
"Oh, ah, whatever."
"Do it for real." Dara motioned towards Mark's genitals. "You need more
practice than I do," she smiled.
Susan couldn't believe she was doing it, but moved down and soon found
herself squatting over Mark's penis. It was just inches away from her
own vagina; she couldn't believe that it was so close, and things were
happening so fast. Dara took up her position over Mark's head, facing
Susan, and looked down at Mark before seating herself. "You know,
Mark..."
Mark tore his eyes away from Dara's approaching pussy to look into Dara's
eyes instead.
"My friend Susan here is a virgin," Dara announced.
"Really?"
"Yes. I wanted to be there for her first time."
"I'm honored. I'll be gentle with you... Let me know if..."
Mark was cut off as Dara descended upon him. Dara sat still however, as
her legs tightened against Mark's head, wanting so much to see Susan's
first penetration before she lost control of herself.
"You have to be careful up here," Dara said, trying to lighten the
moment. "Don't want to suffocate anybody. Well, Susan, I really am glad
to be here for this-- really a history-making moment. But then, you're
used to those."
"Thanks, Dara. You really are a good friend. So now I just..." Susan
started to sit down, but missed her own opening, just brushing Mark away
with her barely-moist outer lips. Mark responded a bit from between
Dara's legs, probably in some kind of pain.
"Sorry," Susan said, even though Mark wouldn't be able to hear.
"Careful," Dara advised. "Try again. You might have to guide him in.
Here..."
Dara leaned forward and held the base of Mark's penis. "Find your own
opening, and aim..."
Susan started to lower herself again. One last-moment adjustment by
Dara, and a slight alignment by Susan, and Mark's penis found it's way to
the edge of Susan's vagina. Susan shuddered at the touch.
"Well, here goes..."
Susan slowly sat down, and felt the sensation of her body gently
widening, squeezing, and slowly accepting Mark into it. It was
incredible; barely an inch inside and Susan was experiencing feelings she
couldn't have imagined before. Mark restrained himself, and Susan
pressed herself down, down, as she took him in deeper, and deeper.
Finally his entire penis was gone; it existed only within Susan's body.
"How does that feel?" Dara asked.
"Wow..." was all that Susan could manage.
"Okay then, hang on tight; here we go!" Dara said. Her PC muscles began
to contract against Mark; he reacted by probing her with his tongue. In
seconds his entire body was involved; his legs pressing strongly to
thrust into Susan, his head becoming drenched in Dara's moisture. He was
strong enough to lift Susan well off the bed as his pelvic motions became
involuntary.
Dara managed one final comment before succumbing to her own passions:
"Move your hips... It'll help you get off..."
Susan did her best to comply, but ended up not needing much help. Dara
reached orgasm first, opening her eyes wide as she exploded. Mark and
Susan came together-- his final thrust, and the sudden sensation of his
penis expanding to deliver its contents, was fortunately enough to push
Susan over the edge. The shock shot up from her pussy through her back
to her head, and down her legs to her toes-- her vagina contracting
violently and uncontrollably, squeezing the liquid from Mark's body.
Wave after wave of pleasure crossed her. Mark collapsed back down but
Susan's orgasm continued on, as she gyrated her hips slightly to increase
the sensation at her clitoris. Another explosion made her scream out
loud-- something else she had never done before; she felt as if she was
about to crush her "visitor", sealed to him, one with him. In another
couple of seconds, it was over. She was exhausted, and sweating. Dara
leaned forward and kissed Susan on the lips, then clenched her as an
exhausted boxer would.
"Congratulations," Dara whispered. "Welcome to womanhood."
"I thought that was when you had your first period," Susan answered,
panting.
"That doesn't really matter. I don't know if you'll have a period
anytime soon-- after all, ovulation is voluntary for us."
Mark seemed interested in the conversation.
"Nothing exciting, Mark," Dara offered as she lifted her pelvis away from
him, allowing him to hear once again. "Just welcoming Susan to
womanhood, that's all."
"Thanks for taking me there, Mark. You were wonderful." Susan grabbed
the condom at the base of Mark's penis, and slowly lifted her body from
him. His penis, now substantially smaller, fell from her body. She was
greatly amused by the sight of the filled condom-- fluid that she had
drawn from his body.
Mark was still quite the gentleman. "Very much _my_ privilege, Susan.
I'm thankful to be involved."
The two women lay at Mark's sides, and soon all three were asleep.
[continued]
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