In my last story, I detailed how the romance was re-kindled with one of my female
lovers, Ashley.  I also spoke of my three girlfriends; Carrie, Melanie and
Deborah.  While the five of us would have several "girls only" nights, where we
would go out and hit the town, or just find a place to stay for an evening and
fuck relentlessly, I only kept contact with them for five months.

It all started when Ashley moved away to go to a better college, in Virginia, of
all places. Since it's winter now, I wonder if she wishes she were back here in
California, where it's still warm?  Hmmmm.  Anyway, Ashley was my main companion,
and she really got off on being with Carrie, Melanie and Deborah.  I guess, I
stayed with the three of them for so long, simply because of Ashley.

But once Ashley left, I decided to stop seeing the three ladies.  While I do
enjoy engaging in group sex, having it three or four times a week can get kind of
boring -- the idea loses its luster.  I still consider myself friends with the
threesome, but I haven't seen any of them in over a month.  But if I wanted to, I
could pick up the telephone, and set a date with them for the upcoming weekend --
where the four of us would fuck for hours.  However, I am pretty content right
now in my life.


I work for a large corporation in a Southern California city, as a secretary.  It
is certainly not what you would call a glamour job, but it pays the bills, and
allows me to live in a comfortable apartment.

While on my lunch hour one afternoon in a nearby restaurant, I overheard a
conversation between Wendy and Angela, both of whom work in the same office I do.
 Angela is the know-all of the office; she seems to have all the scoops and
latest gossip on all the employees. I usually do not listen to her never-ending
chatter, but could not help but to tune in when she told Wendy that Barbara, a
receptionist in another division of the company, was bi-sexual. "Rumor has it,"
Angela told her friend, "that Barbara was seen going out of one of those dyke
clubs in the north part of town."  Angela had spoke in such a snotty, demeaning
tone that it reminded me why I do not like her at all.  This woman thinks
anything she does not like, or is against, is completely wrong.  I could tell by
her tone of voice that she did not approve of lesbianism or bi-sexuality.

And whose place was it of hers to talk about Barbara in such a way to a fellow
co-worker?  "Rumor has it"?  This was not fair.  What would happen to Barbara's
reputation if this "rumor" was false?  No one would believe her, but people like
Angela would look down on her anyway.

"You mean she's a carpet muncher?" Wendy asked in her dumb tone. Wow, I said to
myself.  What a genious term. "Sure looks like it," Angela replied.  "One of the
girls from the office saw her leave the dyke club, along with a woman who went
out with her.  They left together." "Doesn't surprise me," Wendy sneered.  "Have
you ever heard Barbara talk about men?  You ask her, and she's never dating a
man." "She's dating women!" Angela giggled.

It was at that time I decided to get up from my booth, and go and pay the lunch
bill.  I had heard enough.

I got back to the office building about 10 minutes before break ended, and
decided to go and check on Barbara's division.  I was hoping she had returned
from lunch as well.  I had seen and met her before, but Barbara was more of an
acquaintance to me.  I wanted to get an eye-ful of her, to find out if she was my
kind of girl. I went to the networking division of the company and found Barbara
seated at her desk in the middle of the room, chatting on the phone.  It was a
big office, and there were about 20 workstations in the room... but there were
only four people (including Barbara) who had returned from lunch.  I just stood
at the door and casually looked at her, all the while pretending as if I were
waiting for someone else to arrive.

I got the idea from my first really good look at Barbara that she was much more
attractive than I had previously thought.  She looked no older than me, and had
long blonde hair which went down to the center of her back.  Barbara was wearing
a snug-fitting black dress with white polkadots on it; and I could immediately
tell that her body underneath was very trim and well-proportioned. But I could
not get over the way her face lit up each time she smiled.  The sight was
beautiful.  It was the type of smile which could light up the darkest of rooms,
in a single instant. I quickly got the impression that whomever Barbara was
speaking to on the telephone, it was a personal call... not a business one.  She
seemed too happy and lively to talk business.  At least, I could never be so
positive when talking shop.

I didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so I turned and walked away, back to my
own division.  Lunch hour was almost over, and fellow co-workers were filing back
into the office.  I got back to work, but could not get my mind off the ravishing
blonde at the other end of the building, who was rumored to be either bi-sexual
or lesbian.

I listened to chatterbox Angela and her gossipy friends for the rest of the
afternoon.  The rumor mill about Barbara was at full speed now -- there were even
new ones.  One of the other girls said she saw Barbara hug and kiss an older
woman a few months back in the parking garage when it appeared no one else was
around.  But the gossiper claimed she did not tell anyone, because she thought
that woman with Barbara was probably her mother.  She now proclaimed the woman
with Barbara was one of her "lezzy friends". I wanted to stand up and scream, and
tell these women who apparently have nothing better to do with their time than to
sit around and spread rumors, to shut their traps.  Poor Barbara was getting
butchered, but I couldn't stand up for her.  I certainly did not want these
bitches to start spreading rumors about me too.

However, I had something else in mind.

I've always been a person to take a chance, especially when it comes to dealing
with women.  When I believe one is bi-sexual or lesbian, I usually persue them,
and find out for sure.  Otherwise, I would go through life without any female
companionship -- and that definitely would not be a good thing.  I'm not like
others in my position -- afraid to ask other women if they may have an interest.
I intended to persue Barbara.

I go by the motto: "If you don't ask, you'll never receive what you want."  Let's
look at the situation.  I'm without Barbara at this point in time.  If I "ask her
out" and she rejects me, I will still be without Barbara.  How would this make my
life any worse than it was before I asked her?  It would be the same.  But if she
agrees to my advances, then I will have gained something -- Barbara.  I will have
everything to gain, and absolutely nothing to lose.

That's just the way I go through life.

Thus, in secret, I punched Barbara's employee profile up on my computer.  24
years old, and she lived no more than a few miles from where I did.  The only
thing I was interested in was her age, though. As usual, curiousity got to me. I
dialed up her workstation number on the telephone, and spoke in a tone low enough
so that the women in my office could not overhear what I had to say.  After
Barbara picked it up and said hello, I put my plan to work. "Hi, this is Denise,
from over in accounting." "Hi Denise," Barbara greeted in a friendly tone.  "What
can I do for you?" "I'd like to talk to you for a couple of minutes,
face-to-face," was my reply.  "Can I meet you in the fifth-floor conference room,
say... around 5:15?" "5:15?" Barbara asked, skeptical.  "But my shift ends 15
minutes before that...  Can't you talk to me here on the telephone?" "I rather do
it face-to-face," I told her. "Oh... okay.  I'll meet you, fifth-floor conference
room, 15 minutes after five o'clock.  Is that it?" "Yes, that's it.  And thank
you."

I hung up the telephone and felt my insides tingle at what had just occured.  My
shift, as well as mostly everyone else's, ended at 5:00pm too.  But if I were to
wait 15 minutes and let most of the employees filter out to their cars, Barbara
and I would not have to worry about being spotted.  The building did not lock
down until 7:00pm.

The women from my office flocked to the exit like bees to a nest once the clock
read 5:00pm.  I stayed behind, acting as if I were cleaning out my desk, and was
the last to leave.  That was 10 minutes later.  I went to the fifth floor, and
strolled over to the conference room.  Barbara was standing outside it, and I
greeted her with a smile. "Hi, thanks for meeting me," I said.  "Can we go
inside?" "Sure," she replied, opening the door.  I followed her in, and closed
the door behind us. Barbara took a seat at the table and looked up at me. 
"Now... what is all this about?" I had heard enough rumors about Barbara in the
day, from many different people, to have reason to say what I was about to say.

Before speaking, I took in a deep breath.

"I feel kind of strange, meeting you like this," I told her.  "But, I just can't
help it.  I'm... attracted to you." Barbara's green eyes grew big, and she
suddenly stood up from the table and took a step back.  "What!?" I could not
detract now, so I had to go through with my rehearsed speech.  "I don't know. 
I've been noticing you lately, and I'm very attracted to you.  I don't know if
you like girls or not, but I've always been the type of person to be open and
honest about my feelings." Barbara seemed a little scared and shocked at the same
time, as she took three more steps back.  "What is this?" she hissed.  "A joke? 
Did one of those girls spreading rumors send you here, to set me up?" "Noooo," I
said in a soft tone, stepping forward.  I took another deep breath, then decided
to come out with the truth.  "I admit that I heard the rumors... but they did not
send me here.  I'm here on my own." I took another step toward her.  "Don't
worry... I'm bi-sexual." The look of shock and fright upon Barbara's face
suddenly changed to one of confusion.  "You are?" came a timid question. I took
another step closer, and placed my right hand upon her shoulder.  "I sure am."
"I... I... don't know... what to... say," Barbara gibbered. I smiled at her. 
"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"


My ensuing dinner date with Barbara was very nice.  We went to my favorite
restaurant, near the city mall, and spoke for about two hours. I listened to
Barbara express her disdain for the rumors which were circulating, although she
revealed to me all of them were true.

Barbara also told me that she was not seeing another woman at the current time,
which, of course, made me very happy.

I followed Barbara to her apartment, but said I needed to get home myself.  I
didn't want things to go too far this first night... it may have possibly ruined
any chance for the future.  So, instead, I gave Barbara a soft whisper of a kiss,
on the lips, before getting back into my car and leaving.

We made a promise to get to know one another more... much more.

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Barbara said that she did not want the others at work to think that I was
bi-sexual too, so the two of us kept our distance while others were around.  We
would meet, however, each day at 5:15pm, after the majority of co-workers had
gone home.  During this time period, I do not remember seeing anyone past 5:15pm
that I recognized, let alone knew.  Barbara and I would usually leave together
and go on a dinner date, all the while getting to know one another more and more.

I made a telephone call to my parents a week or so after Barbara and I had become
friends. I asked my father if I could use his resort cabin, up in the mountains,
for the weekend. I did not suspect he would decline my request, simply because
both he and my mother have pretty much given me everything I have ever needed
and/or wanted.  Thus, it came as no surprise when his response was: "When can you
come over and pick up the keys, sweetheart?"

I thought that the cabin would provide Barbara and myself a peaceful retreat for
the weekend. We could spend a couple of days in nature, and not have to deal with
the sights and sounds of the busy city.  It would also, perhaps most importantly,
give Barbara and myself more time to get to know one another.

Of course, I had to ask Barbara if she would be interested in spending some time
up at the cabin.  She seemed a little skeptical at first.  But, I eventually
convinced her.  I described how peaceful the surronding forest can be.  I told
her that watching the sunset through the trees is simply beautiful.  I spoke of
the nature trails, where we could take hikes and view the animal life.  I spoke
of the flowers we could pick and take home.

As I said, she eventually agreed to go.

And I didn't even have to mention the earth-shattering sex I had in mind for us!

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We agreed to go up to the mountains on that Friday evening, after work, and stay
there until late Sunday.  I told Barbara to pack all of her belongings on
Thursday, so we could get off work and head straight for the cabin.  The only
detour would be Barbara parking her car at the apartment complex where she lived.
Both of us went in my car.

The drive up to the cabin was very refreshing. I've always thought that once you
get out of the crowded urban areas around Los Angeles, and into the mountains and
forests, there isn't a more beautiful place in the entire country.  And, I've
been to several areas.

We stopped off at the grocery store in the small town before turning onto the
road which led up to the cabin.  Barbara and I split the costs for food and
beverages, while getting tips and pointers from the friendly cashier on what to
do, and what to avoid, in the forest.

It makes me feel naughty to think about this, but I have to imagine what the
cashier would have thought if he knew that Barbara and I were pussy-hungry women,
going up to the cabin to live out our desires.  Sex had not come up with Barbara
when I offered her a weekend at the cabin, but I knew full well that she was
thinking about it just as much as I was.  We had not fucked yet, but there was
definite hints coming from her that she wanted it almost (but not more) as much
as I did.


The two of us arrived there around 8:00pm or so.  The cabin was a bit cold at
first, so we turned on the heating system, and roared up the fireplace.  We
proceeded to unpack our luggage, then fix and share a scrumptious spaghetti
dinner together.

Around 10:00, Barbara and I were seated in front of the fireplace, sipping
glasses of champagne.  We were still dressed the same as we were upon arrival :
she was in a blue sweater and jeans, and I was in a white blouse and brown pants.
 The inevitable topic, sex, had finally come up, and we were discussing "first
times".

"I'll just never forget the experience," Barbara said, a look of glee upon her
lovely face.  "I mean, there I was, and here was this big hunk over top of me,
shooting cum all over my breasts and face!  He even got it into my hair!"
"Oooooh!" I squealed.  "I used to like it, when I still dated men, when they
would blow their load and shoot it all over my hair!  It got real STICKY, and I
loved it!"

Barbara smiled at me.  "So, Denise, what was your first time like? Anything
exciting, or just drab and dull?" "Exciting," I said, nodding my head.  "Back in
high school, with my first boyfriend... his name was Eric.  He was supposed to
experienced and all, so I pretty much let him have his way with me.  He fucked me
on the sofa in his house... his parents were not home, of course.  But, all
seemed normal until Eric started saying that he simply COULD NOT be satisfied
unless he fucked me in the ass!" "Really?" Barbara exclaimed, laughing.  Hey, we
were having fun, sharing intimate stories like this! "Really!" I returned.  "I
wanted to make him happy, so I said that it would be okay if he fucked me in the
ass." "How did it feel?" Barbara asked, eagerly. I shook my head.  "I'll never
forget it.  I got on the floor, on my hands and knees, and he simply forged that
huge cock into my ass.  It felt so INTENSE!  I could not believe it.  I was
screaming and crying, because it hurt so bad, yet felt so good at the same time. 
Finally, Eric kind of lost control, and he pulled out and came all over my back."
I paused and added, with a wry smile, "I let him fuck my ass anytime he wanted
until we broke up, a few months later."

"Did you ever get caught having sex with someone else?" was Barbara's next
question. "Sure did!" was my reply.  "Back in high school as well, but this time
with my first girlfriend, Nikki.  We stayed a bit longer than any of the other
girls one evening after cheerleading practice in the locker room.  We were busy
applying mascara and stuff like that.  All of a sudden, Nikki is getting horny,
and she starts kissing and feeling me up!  No one was supposed to be around, and
it was getting pretty hot and heavy when all of a sudden, 'WHAT IS GOING ON
HERE?'." "Who said that?" Barbara laughed. "It was the cheerleading coach, Miss
Hardwick!" I exclaimed.  "She had caught Nikki and I necking... but didn't seem
to mind.  She just told us to get home immediately, and she would not report us
to the principal.  We went home, and never heard a thing from Miss Hardwick about
that night again.  It was as if it didn't happen."

Barbara took a deep breath and smiled at me.  "Hmmmmm... all this talk about sex
is making me hot.  You?" I grinned at her in return.  "I'm burning up inside."  I
paused, my smile becoming wider.  "I mean, I've only known you for a week, and
here we are, sharing personal experiences with one another..." "...in front of a
fireplace, in a secluded area of the mountains, with no one else around." 
Barbara had finished my thought. "Exactly!"

Barbara's green eyes grew big once more... it almost was like they were glowing. 
She looked at me, her expression deep and piercing. "Denise," came a quiet tone,
"when was the last time you made love to another woman?"  She reached out and
grasped my right hand. "About a month or so ago," was my soft reply. She smiled. 
"Would you like to make love to me?" There was a slight pause on my part.  I just
wanted to have her question, and what it meant, sink in.  "Barbara, honey, I
don't think there is anything in the world... that I want to do more right now,
than take you into my arms and make love to you."

She flashed that light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile at me, then scooted
closer and placed one arm around my shoulder, drawing my body to hers.  I felt a
hand of hers press firmly against one of my breasts, and then her lips closed
over mine for a soft, soothing kiss.

I could not believe my luck!  Here I was, alone in a secluded cabin for the
weekend, with an absolute blonde bombshell of a woman.  I began to think if not
for chatterbox Angela and her rumor spreading, I would have never found out about
Barbara's attraction to women.  And at the same time, I would not have such a
warm, sensual body in my arms now.

Hmmmm.

Angela helped me, but I could never thank her.

She's a bitch!

The kiss Barbara and I shared in front of the fireplace slowly changed from soft
and explatory, to a heated, passionate exchange.

When I first pressed my tongue against her lips, Barbara moaned in delight.  She
proceeded to open her mouth for me, giving my tongue access.  I used the
invitation, and sought her own tongue, in her mouth.

It was at that point the kiss really started to heat up.  Barbara placed her arms
around me and hugged tightly, and I reached down and cupped her shapely ass in
both hands. The breathing between us intensified, and soon we were gasping for
air, in unison.  I could tell that Barbara was really hungry for a kiss. She was
more eager than anyone I ever remember kissing.

"I can't believe this," she squealed, once the kiss had ended, almost a minute
after it started.  "Just last week, I'm all alone, and now here I am, with you!"
"I know," I smiled at her.  "I feel the same way." "Hmmmmm," she moaned,
grinning.  "I'm going to fuck you, Denise. I'm going to fuck you something good!"

My hands still cupped her ass as she reached forward and began to massage my
breasts through the blouse I wore.  We looked at each other and exchanged a
smile, and soon her long fingers were busy, unbuttoning my top and whisking it
away. I placed both hands behind my neck and held the submissive-like position
while Barbara unsnapped my bra.  Then I released the position, and she took the
bra off.  I was topless in front of her now, and she reached down and started
thumbing one of my nipples. "Oooooh," she cooed, those magnificant fingers at
work, "so very hard and rigid." Moaning, I managed to unbutton the stylish brown
pants I wore, and pushed them down slightly.  I reached between my thighs and
placed my hand upon my pussy, covered by a pair of panties, and massaged gently.
Barbara noticed I was masturbating, and smiled.  "Hmmmm.  A woman who was the
same hobby I do.  And not afraid to show it!"  She held two fingers up with her
free hand, while the other continued to work on my nipple.  "These have been my
sexual companions for the past couple of months," came her confession.  "The good
ol' index and middle finger." "Maybe I can be a companion too, from now on," I
moaned at her. "Hmmmmm," she smiled.  "I'd like that."

Barbara's mouth descended downward, and suddenly her lips clamped down upon one
of my nipples.

I cooed and moaned as her lips and tongue got to work on pleasuring me even more.
 I reached down, and started to massage her blonde head. She looked up and
smiled, still suckling my nipple, then giggled.

"Oh Barbara, that feels so nice....  So nice...  Ohhhh..."

"We need to get you out of your clothes," Barbara said, her hands going downward,
toward my brown pants.

She tugged them down, and wiggled my high-heels off in the process. I massaged my
pussy once more, again through the panties, and then Barbara slipped them down as
well.  I watched as her gaze focused on the cleft between my thighs.  She licked
her lips and smiled at the sight. Barbara scooted further away, then spread my
legs wide with both hands.  She grasped my bare ass, then began an assault upon
my pussy. Moaning, I looked down and watched Barbara, still fully dressed, as her
lips and tongue worked on their slippery snack.  I arched my neck and back, the
sensations shooting through my body at a rapid pace, and then felt two fingers
sliding deep between my wet folds.  I reached over and tightly grasped the leg of
a chair as this absolute enchantress of a woman started to finger-fuck me, using
her lips at the same time. "So tasty!" Barbara squealed as her mouth and fingers
worked in unison, each turning my insides into a wild, burning flame.  I soon
realized that she could eat pussy better than anyone I have ever known, whether
it be male or female. I cried and moaned in lust as my body reached a fever
pitch.  I arched my neck and back again, but this time higher, and then let out a
thunderous scream.  As the juices started to flow from my pussy, I felt Barbara's
mouth clamp down tighter, and she slurped up nearly every drop of cum that I
produced. "OH...  OH...  OHH...  Thank you!  Thank you!" was all I could say, as
her mouth retreated from my pussy.  She had given me so much pleasure -- now it
was my turn to give some back.

Barbara sat up and smiled at me, then lifted her sweater up and took it off.  She
cupped her bra-covered breasts and gave them each a squeeze that must have lasted
15 seconds, then unclasped it, and took it off as well. As I saw her bare breasts
for the first time, I realized they were perfect.  They were big, but firm at the
same time.  Richly tanned, her breasts had regular-sized nipples, which weren't
that much darker than the tan.  I continued staring until her words broke my
trance. "I see you like them," she squealed. I looked at her face.  "Oh yes, I
do.  They're magnificant." Barbara began massaging her breasts again with both
hands.  "Can you give them some attention, Denise?  They're real sensitive, and I
truly enjoy it when people touch and kiss them." "With pleasure," I grinned,
getting onto my knees and walking over to her.  Barbara laid down upon her back
as I closed the distance between us.  Reaching down, I took both of her breasts
into my hands, and started to grope them.

Barbara shrieked and whined in pleasure as I continued to scour her sculpted
breasts with both hands.  "You're so beautiful," I said to her, enjoying the
reactions upon her face that my massaging caused.  "I only wish that we could
have gotten together before this..." "Me too," Barbara moaned, looking up at me. 
"Oh, keep it up!  OH! I love your hands!"  She paused, gulping her throat, then
added, "You are beautiful too, Denise.  I hope we're together for a long time!"
"It's so hard, trying to find a female lover," I told her. "Tell me about it!"
she squealed, her body squirming.  "Especially trying to find one you are
comfortable with!" "Sit up, baby," I asked her, pulling her upward by the
shoulders. I proceeded to embrace her, and then tilted my head downward, and
attached onto one of her nipples with my lips. "Oooooh," she cooed, caressing my
head, "you have such a nice little mouth." I soon got the idea that I could suck
on her nipples FOREVER!, if it was humanly possible.  Her breasts, so round and
firm, so succulent, they were truly a treat to feast upon. As I worked on one
breast, I used a hand on the other, rubbing and fingering its nipple.  Barbara
really seemed to enjoy it when I would take a long fingernail, and rougly rake it
across her upturned nipple. Still moaning above me, Barbara started to splay
kisses all across the top of my head.  After a half-minute or so, I stopped
nibbling on her breasts and looked up at her, and then sought her mouth with my
own for a heated kiss. Our lips locked together in passionate bliss, as we
embraced one another tightly.  I placed my arms around her back and hugged
tightly, and I felt a hand upon one of my breasts, and the other on my ass.  The
kiss continued, our tongues playing a wild, raucous game of `tag` in each others'
mouth.

"Eat my pussy," Barbara begged, breaking the kiss.  "Please... I'll do anything
you want.  Just eat my pussy." I smiled at her, enjoying her submissive attitude,
and then reached down and undid her jeans.  I slid them all the way down to her
ankles, but had to get rid of her sneakers before taking the jeans off.  Once
this was accomplished, Barbara fell onto her back and spread her thighs for me,
and then reached down and slid her panties down.  I took them at mid-thigh, and
whisked them off.

I sat and looked down at Barbara, nude now as well, as she rubbed her pussy with
an open hand.  "Come on, Denise," she squealed, in a pleading tone.  "I'm so
hot...  Don't make me beg for it!"

I grinned at Barbara's words, then moved in between her thighs, and pushed her
hand away.  I studied the blonde triangle of curls for about five seconds, as
well as the tiny slit not-so-well hidden underneath.

"Please!" she begged, once more.  "Please stop teasing me!"

I looked up at her again, and slipped my right index finger into my mouth.  Her
look was one of confusion as I licked the finger inside my mouth, lubricating it.
 I took it out, and then inserted it into her damp entrance.

Barbara really must have enjoyed that, because she let out a loud, shrieking
scream at the slightest hint of contact.

I plunged my finger in and out of her at a steady, but not fast, pace.  She was
definitely wet already, and I could feel the juices upon my probing finger. I
noticed her clit for the first time, and gently took it into my mouth.  She
wailed in pleasure as I did so, and then I began to nibble it, ever-so-softly. 
Barbara's luscious body, already, started to buck and contract beneath me. I
wasn't going to let her cum just yet, so I released her clit, and withdrew my
finger.  She was about to ask if anything was wrong, it seemed, until I planted a
series of kisses along her inner thighs.  I must have kissed and licked every
single inch of her down there during this time period, except her pussy and anus.
I placed both hands upon her hips, trying to hold her squirming body still, and
then jabbed her clit with my tongue.  Barbara cried out in ecstasy -- I had never
seen anyone this hot before at just a few traces of oral sex.  I had not really
even started on her yet, but she was a blazing inferno. I took a finger from each
hand, and parted her tiny pussy lips, then dove inside with my lips and tongue. 
I put my hands on her hips once again, and began to feast upon the main course of
the evening.

Barbara's pussy was so incredibly wet and tight.  Tasty too.  I wanted to jump
right into her, and never leave.  I also enjoyed her bucking and squirming
beneath me, as I pleasured her orally.  Trying to hold her down was not really
working.  Her physical reactions were simply too strong and powerful for me to
contain. So, I moved a hand between her thighs, and inserted a finger into her
steaming hole.  It, combined with my mouth, brought her to the boiling point. I
retreated for an instant, pulling my head up to look at her face. It, as well as
the rest of her body, was completely flushed.  Her breasts were heaving up and
down as she gasped for breath, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

She was going to have a massive orgasm, and I was the one who was going to help
her achieve it.

I swiped her burning slit with my tongue several times more, while my finger did
not stop thrusting in and out of her.  Barbara's body really started to contract
now, and I withdrew my head once again, wanting to watch what was about to
happen. I inserted a second finger into her, and fucked her with both at a
furious pace.  Barbara cried in passion, and then screamed as I placed a third
finger into her little crevice.  I pounded her slit, not being one bit sensitive,
and the juices started to flow.

"THAT'S IT!" I screamed at her.  "Cum for me, baby!  Cum for me!"

"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!" Barbara's squeal thundered throughout the cabin.  "I'M....
IT'S.... I.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Cum was flowing from Barbara's pussy as if a river dam had burst. She was
grabbing her breasts, squeezing them with all her strength, as she continued to
scream and cry in passion.  I moved between her thighs with my mouth, wanting to
scoop up and swallow her cum.

As I placed my hands under her ass, and began to massage it, my tongue went to
work.  I lapped up her juices and swallowed them, and did not stop until the
entire area was taken care of.

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Afterwards, I moved up and kissed her on the mouth, the cum being exchanged
between us.  She looked at me and smiled as the kiss ended, and then I placed the
side of my face against hers.  We lay there quietly for about 15 minutes, resting
and relaxing, enjoying the utter closeness that our bodies, pressed tightly
together, provided.

And then we fucked.

Again and again, all through the night....



Since my initial coupling with Barbara, the two of us have moved into a new
apartment together. We have become quite close, not only sexually, but
emotionally as well.

Barbara quit her job at the company where I work, to eliminate any possibility of
one of the gossipers spotting us together.  She got a new job at a different
corporation, and is very happy working there.  It is also peaceful for her,
because no one there knows of her personal life and interests.  Thus, there are
no rumors or gossip-mongers.

I am very content with Barbara as of now.  I can truthfully say I love her.  She
loves me as well.

And, of course, I will continue to enjoy the wonderful slitfests that the two of
us share together.

Who says life isn't perfect?