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SLITS sucking her tight high tits

 

Dining at the Slits
I'm a pretty normal seeming woman on the street. I'd be a
normal, if somewhat mousy, woman at a normal job. If I lived in your
community it would take years for you to notice anything different
about me.
I just happen to work at the dyke Biker and everyone who
doesn't know figures I'm a lesbian anyway. But if you didn't know, it
would take months of noticing I never date guys and have a lot of
women friends for you to begin to suspect I'm a carpet muncher. I don't
flame. I'm not a big bull dyke. I'm just your nice, average girl next door
that likes her sex lickety split.
And now that I have your attention, I'm going to crush your
preconceptions. This isn't some Sapphic lyric to the cunt of my loved
one. I probably don't think cunts are any more attractive than you do. I
just like the part when my insides go all gooey when someone is licking
mine and I'm nice enough to return the favor. I also like- and this is
where the story starts- some diesel dyke playing macho with a rubber
wienie. Which also means I'm a teeny weenie bit into pain. (Because a
diesel dyke's rubber wienie is never teeny and they think macho
necessarily includes screaming.)
Being accustomed to accommodate such lengths and girths as
these boy wannabees think are attractive made it easy for Harriet. Her
devious little plans wouldn't have worked on some dainty little fem that
had never been touched with anything but a tongue or a vibrator. But
that's not old Angel, oh no. Angel's been buttfucked by a 12 incher over
a table at the dyke Biker while thirty of her 'sisters' looked on and
cheered.
So Harriet had her pigeon picked out and was ready to pluck
her.
Now I realize I sound a little bitter, but that's more because I
was fooled than what Harriet did. I don't like being a mark any more
than anybody else and Harriet had me sucked in from the get-go. Not
that a lot of women in my position- make that lifestyle- wouldn't drool
at the chance to take down this classy redhead and rush just as blindly
into an affair with her.
And she was a real redhead- not that that's important to my
story, but I wanted to tell someone. And she was somewhat
inexperienced, but eager to please. She was also working me like a
butter churn, but I thought our long talk sessions after and before the
munches were just quaint. She wanted to know about me and all the
things two women could do together.
There I was playing girl-ball know-it-all and Harriet was just
waiting for me to open the right door. I told her about dildos and bingo
she went for what was behind curtain number three. Not really, because
that might have tipped me off- too convenient for this neophyte to just
happen to have the trappings in her dresser drawer.
Instead we set it up that I would bring a fake dick and a harness
the next time we met and we would play with it. I had trouble getting a
reasonable sized dildo, but fortunately one of my friends doesn't have
an ego problem as has an average man-sized dick in her collection. As I
look back, that was touching of me.
Harriet wanted it first. I strapped that sucker on and did her up
right. I know what I like when I'm on the bottom and I tried to give it to
Harriet. She seemed pleased-triply pleased by my count. And then she
took the dick and did me. She liked to get right down in my face and
make our tits rub together even if that did limit the motion she could get
with the rubber dick. Really, if she wanted to do that, she should have
taken off the dick and just ground her mound on my pussy, but I gave
her credit for enthusiasm and let the inexperience slide.
Hey, lezzies like new talent too. It was obvious she hadn't been
around and none of my 'sisters' had made her. I liked the feel of
breaking in a newbie. And, so far, she was my newbie. And she wanted
it. She wanted it a lot. I was getting a little shafted (ha ha) on the gooey
feeling, but the head game was making up for it. I just didn't know my
head game was tiddlywinks compared to hers.
She knew she had to be gentle to move on. She was real careful
talking about Naomi. She made me feel like Naomi was a present.
Naomi was straight, but wanted Harriet to make her bi. Instead, Harriet
wanted me to break in Naomi while the three of us had a mini-orgy.
Well, the more the merrier, I always say. men don't have a real
concept of orgy since they're one and out. Three women can orgy like
20 men, take a quick shower and orgy some more. It just makes the
house have this real obvious smell. I was ready for that smell and I was
surprisingly unperturbed by the thought of sharing Harriet with an
outsider, though that outsider's virginity may have had something to do
with it.
Fools rush in. I was the fool here. Though nobody admitted to
knowing the situation beforehand (how many were keeping an
embarrassed silence, I don't know), I did keep getting this- I would
have guessed- look afterwards. And when I look in the mirror I see
this- what's wrong with embarrassed silence?- look staring out at me.
But I'm an affirmative gay girl. It happened and that's all there is to it.
Harriet had gotten Naomi into bed by the time I got there and
was sucking on her tight, high tits as I dropped trou and jumped right
in. I figured I'd munch a little Harriet and keep slipping my twat over to
Naomi until she got the idea. Harriet helped me out there by pushing
Naomi to me and soon I was squatting over Naomi's head eating out
Harriet as happy as a pig in shit.
Then Harriet wanted me to show Naomi how to fuck with the
harness. I put her on her knees and reamed that red snatch with the
black dildo like a real dyke. I was into it. We were a sheet and a half
into a fine cruise down orgy river and the gooey wasn't going away.
Naomi was even fingering me as I fucked Harriet.
When she finally collapsed out of breath, Harriet accused me-
with a smile- of ruining her twat and decreed that she was going to
push it in my face until I had licked her back to health. She pushed me
over backwards, straddled my face and threw the dildo in the general
direction of Naomi. And she wasn't letting well enough alone. Her cunt
wasn't there for me to lick- it was being ground back and forth across
my face, demanding my tongue's attention. She made that a good thing
when her tongue hit my clit.
Then she invited Naomi to use me like a woman. What more
could I ask for? Eating and being eaten and getting fucked. Naomi was
strangely proficient with that dildo, but that was a good thing too. In
fact, Naomi knew more tricks than I did with that thing. I would have
been jealous if I wasn't coming so hard and so repeatedly.
It was heaven and that's the problem. It was as good as it's ever
been and a lot better then most. I know having Harriet munching my
fun button was part of that, but the fucking wasn't a distraction. There
wasn't anything about that thing ramming into my belly that I wasn't
appreciating. I liked it, okay? It was good and I liked it, there, I've said
it. Then why am I having a problem with this? Because that dildo
was a dick on a MAN! I'm a fucking bi-sexual now. I would have been
happy not to like it, but I'd be lying to myself if I pretended I didn't. A
man put a dick inside me and made me like it- how ...how... unnerving!
They fucked with my identity. And the sick part is they want me back
and I know I'm going to go.
It was good I tell you. Sneaky, but good. And I'm not going to
let some stupid identity problem keep me from that gooey feeling. If I
liked it it's because I'm that way and I have to adjust to it. And maybe
I'm not really bi anyway. I'd have to like guys to be really bi. Naomi
isn't really a guy. They explained it to me. He/she is a shemale. He/she
got halfway through the sex change and then met Harriet. Harriet likes
the options and Naomi loves Harriet (stand in line bucko). So Naomi is
stopping at tits and a dick (no balls) and Harriet is stopping at nothing.
She wants us to two-hole her next time and then two-hole me and have
us take turns butt-fucking Naomi while Naomi fucks the other one.
I just can see that I'm a small part of this equation and I don't
have Harriet to myself anymore. Not that I ever did except in my own
mind. And Naomi one on one is just a little too straight for me- at least
today. But he/she wouldn't be mine, either. So I feel like a fool- a used
fool.
But you wouldn't be able to tell if you saw me on the street- or
at a normal job, or in your community.

 

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