Women in Love

by The Dungeon Master

"I'll stop if you want me to," Susan said. Her fingers were on my blouse, having slowly unbuttoned half of it. The whole time, her eyes were looking deeply into mine.

I shook by head no. "Go ahead," I whispered, trembling. I had never made love to another woman. Thought about it, yes, but I'd never done it. Now, the seduction--and thats what it was-- had arrived.

Susan's warm hands slipped inside my open blouse. She unhooked my bra and cupped my breasts, letting the weight of them fill her hands. "Do you remember," she asked quietly, caressing, "when we were up at the cabin? When Dave and Roger went skiing in that blizzard and you and I stayed in?"

I tried to think, but the tender touch of her fingertips across my nipples felt so good. I had never known that kind of pleasure from having my breasts fondled.

Susan said, "You took a shower, remember?" Her breath was warm near my throat. "I spied on you. I opened the door a little, and looked in. I could even see soap lather in your hands when you washed between your legs." Susan pinched my nipples tightly, making me moan with pleasure. "I thought how nice it would be to have my mouth between your legs. To tast you. Mmmm, to stick my tongue in you."

I writhed reflexively, surprised how her words aroused me. "Susan," I gasped, "what are you doing to me? My god."

Her hands slipped gently down my stomach. She unbelted my skirt and unwrapped the material from my hips. Her touch came inside my slip, warm fingers stroking my thighs. She felt the elastic leg band of my panties, then pulled the crotch aside.

I could feel my pussy being bared, then Susan's touch electrified me. Her fingertips pressed my upper ridge, glancing firmly over my clit. Reacting to the pleasure, I wrapped my arms around her.

"That's it, Jill," Susan urged. "Let go for me. Let me do you."

She laid me across the sofa's soft cushions and seperated my legs. Her shoulders pressed between my thighs as her mouth neared my pubis.

"Are you going to use your tongue?" I asked, reeling with anticipation, throbbing all over with desire. "Just relax," she whispered, and her tongue pressed into my folds.

I cried out loudly, surprised at how she could pleasure me. I twisted my hips easily from side to side, thrilling in the moment, but showing my fear at the same time. Something inside me said to stop her...but the pleasure was undeniable.

My vagina kept getting wetter. The tingle of my flow seeped through my lions.And Susan's tongue was fantastic. She pressed her soft lingua in smooth, upward motions through my seam, sending warm passion through my clit.

She worked me patiently, steadily, finding a slow rhythm that had me very close to climaxing. I became breathless, caught up ni an orgasm that piqued quickly, strongly. It sent me higher than I'd ever been in a long time, and held me there in a fantastic, sustained come, filling the air with screams that I barely recognized as my own.

"Are you still glad you invited me over?" Susan asked.

We were sitting in the sun room, drinking wine spritzers. Susan wore pink panties and a ribbed T-shirt through which I could see the puffy outlines of her nipples.

"Yes," I sighed. Lying on the chaise lounge, feeling the warm sun bake through the glass walls, I tried to resist the urge to do it all again--to have Susan's mouth back between my legs.

"What would Roger do if he knew?" I didn't think he'd do anything, but that wasn't true. He'd probably get turned on. No, maybe offended, like I'd cheated on him. Would Roger feel that way? I couldn't think. I was to disoriented to figure it out, and didn't want to. Right now, Roger was reality. Susan had suddenly become fantasy, and I wanted to remain suspended in it.

"Maybe," Susan said, "he might want to watch. Mmm, that would be nice. To think that Roger was out there in the yard someplace. That he was watching now." She turned toward me. "What would you allow me to do, Jill, if he were there? What would you allow me to do to you?"

Her words had me flowing with moist arousal. I stroked my nipples, caressed my breasts, wanting it to be Susan who was really doing the touching. My nipples hardened and I lifted off my shirt, dropping it onto the brick patio.

"You look so nice," Susan said. "Pull your panties to the side, honey. Let me see your pussy. I want to watch you play with yourself a little."

Passion and daring spread pleasently through me as my fingers gently twisted the silk crotch of my panties away from my pussy. My folds were already slick as my finger teased into my seam.

Glancing my clit, I writhed in ecstacy. "God," I moaned, "it's so sensitive." I rubbed circles over the upper ridge of my cunt, spreading myself in the same motion, so that Susan could see my pink folds opening up for her.

She leaned over me, the curled length of her blonde hair stroking across my breasts, teasing them. Her hand slipped between my legs, urging my fingers away. Susan used a firmer pressure, concentrating a tight cirlce around my clit that intensified my pleasure. I turned my hips to the side, almost overpowered by her touch. She fucked two fingers into my entrance and pumped, steadily inserting her stiff fingers and drawing them out again. The firm friction sparked my pussy. God,she really knew how to do another woman!

I wondered how many others--other women, girls--Susan had been with. Mental images of her licking between the legs of a pretty young girl sent me into a heightened head trip that piqued me quickly, powerfully.

"Slap it in me!" I urged loudly, grasping Susan's wrists, wanting my cunt pumped. I forced my legs apart, ripping my panties, stretching my thighs across the armrests of the chaise lounge.

"Yes, honey, yes!" Susan responded, doing her hand harder, faster. Her hair danced across my breasts, brushing my nipples while her fingers thrust deeply into my cunt, making wet, smacking sounds.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!!! Oh, Susan, you're fucking me! Say it! Tell me you're fucking me! That I'm being fucked by another woman!" My shoulders thrashed from side to side.

Susan's thrusting hand finger-fucked me into a wild orgasm, leaving me breathless, with my legs spread wide, open and wet.