This is a work of fiction by Tracy Smith. It`s a story of woman-woman sex, so if that offends you, then leave.. It has some urination and raunch, so if that offends you, then leave. If you're underage then you shouldn't be here at all.
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Many people have written me to ask how Samantha and I started our shit-covered love affair, so here goes....
My name is Linda Fairstone, and my husband's name is John, He's a salesman at the Progressive Farm Sales Co. here in Ames Iowa. I was a former "Miss Teen Wellboro County," and a sophomore cheerleader at State when I met John, who was a senior and a business major. We married right after he graduated, and I became a homemaker. He was my first boyfriend, so I had very little experience with sex of any kind. We've been married for 2 years.
I'm 5' tall, 100 pounds, black hair, wide hips and a nice ass, medium sized breasts, about a B cup, with pink nipples that stick out pretty far when I'm excited. John had told me one time that I should keep my pussy hair trimmed real close, so I do. I just have a little bush above my clit, and keep any stray pubic hairs around my labia shaved, so I'm smooth on the sides and under my cunt all the way to my ass.
John had taught me how to get fucked in the ass shortly after we got married, and would often put his dick up my ass, stretching me out. I think that was the whole cause of my meeting Sam. About 6 months ago we had a cocktail party at our house for people from John's office. A lot of his fellow salesmen and saleswomen were there, as well as his boss and a few friends of mine from church. John doesn't go to church, but I do.
I was enjoying meeting these people from John`s office, and talking to them, and perhaps had a little bit more to drink than I should have. I felt like I had to poop, and went upstairs to our private bathroom off our bedroom, so that I wouldn't tie up the guest bathroom downstairs. Also, to be perfectly honest, I didn't want to smell up the downstairs bathroom because, although I am pretty, my farts and poop can be pretty smelly. I had just pulled down my skirt and panties, and sat on the wooden seat, when I looked over at the door to see it open.
In walked Samantha Evans, John's 30 year old boss at the Progressive Farm Sales Co! I was shocked, and didn't know what to do, so I said, "Uhh, I'm in here..."
Samantha looked up and her mouth made an "O" shape. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here." Oddly, though, she just stood there. When I had been introduced to Sam the first time, I had been struck by her cute face, and firm body. It looked like she took really good care of herself and worked out a lot. I felt a funny tingle when we first shook hands. I noticed that first time, that she was about 5 inches taller than me, and her arms were muscled, where mine are kind of just, well, there. She wore her blonde hair cut short, and I guess somebody could have thought she was a man if they were looking at her from a distance.
"You know, you're really very cute," she said to me, as I sat on the toilet seat, my skirt and panties pooled around my feet. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just hoped she'd take the hint and leave, but unfortunately she didn't. "I couldn't help but notice how nicely your tits fill out your top," she continued. I was speechless! I couldn't believe that another woman was talking to me like this!
"And, to be honest, watching your ass when you walked away from me the first time I met you, had my mouth watering. I would love to have pulled down your pants the first time I saw you and kissed that sweet ass hole of yours. I'll bet it's nice and pink, except when you take a hot shit, and it's got those sweet brown streaks on it."
"Please, you, you, have to, uhh, leave. I'll call-" I started to say.
"You'll call John?" Sam replied with a sneer. "So that I can then fire him? You'll do no such thing, sweet Linda."
"You can just listen to my plans for you. That doofus you're married to is never going to get you what you want and need from life. He's content to sit on a sofa, watch football, and drink beer. I want you to have the nicest things, and to have attention paid to your needs, not serving as some fuck receptacle for that lout." As Samantha said this she unconsciously rubbed her fingers across her nipples. I watched, fearful, yet fascinated as she went on.
"You need someone who will love you as you deserve. I want to caress your sweet breasts with my finger tips, then my tongue, tasting your sweet femininity, softly lapping at your hard, puckered flesh, then roughly twisting your taut nipples until you beg me to....twist harder. You need a knowing tongue to lap at your pretty, pink pussy, teasing your stiffening clit until you scream with pleasure, then gently biting it until you cum, shrieking in ecstasy."
"You need someone to press herself against you, melding two sweetly feminine bodies in a ball of lust, then who thrusts your head down between her legs to make you eat her hot, wet cunt, and then who makes you beg for even more. You need to be fucked by that hot forceful woman, first, endlessly in that hot, sweet cunt, then in as deeply as can be into your tight, puckered anus. You need someone who's not afraid to tell you that she'll shit right into your pretty little mouth, and make you eat it-"
"That's it," I said, "I've heard enough of your evil suggestions. I'm a good, church-going woman and-"
"And what?" Samantha said, with a grin.
"And, well, I shouldn't have to listen to such foul things," I finished, lamely.
"Look down between your legs, Linda," Sam said.
I looked down and was shocked to see my legs were spread wide on the toilet, exposing my pussy and even what I had been doing, peeing and pooping. Worse, my right hand lay in my lap. I had been stroking my clit while she said those awful things, which didn't seem quite so awful now that I thought about them. As I still looked down at my pussy, dewed with my pee and vaginal secretions which were even then oozing out, Sam walked over to me and stood no more than 6 inches away.
As I looked up at her, she put her hands on the waistband of her slacks, and to my horror, eased them down her hips. I watched as the linen fabric descended, exposing her smooth tummy, then bare skin above her pussy, a small strip of white lace that turned out to be the top of her panties, very low cut, just above her pussy itself. I watched, fascinated, as her pants continued down, her pussy slit clearly discernible behind the thin lace, and the circle of wetness on the fabric at the bottom of her pussy, where it trailed back to her bottom.
Her pants soon fell to the floor. Sam hooked her thumbs in her tiny white panties, and began easing them down her hips then, exposing a completely hairless pussy. I felt my own pussy responding to the sight of hers, though I'd never even considered looking at another woman's pussy before. From a distance I felt my finger strumming across my own clit, and soon came, sitting there on the toilet, a turd halfway out my ass, and spasmodically peeing small squirts of golden yellow pee. By the time she had eased those panties down over her smooth, muscular thighs, I had already cum twice, which was one time more than I had cum with John, my husband, during the whole 2 years of our marriage.
Sam then dropped her panties to the floor, and spread her legs further. I felt a tingling in my pussy as I saw her pussy lips separate themselves, revealing the moist pink flesh within. Her labia were plump and swollen, her clit already peeking out from under her sheath. I couldn't believe how long it was, almost like a little dick. "Suck it," Sam whispered.
"Wha, what?" I said, peering up at her face above me.
"Suck it, suck my hard dick," she responded, placing her hand on the back of my head, forcing my face closer as she simultaneously pushed forward. My nose bumped up against her protruding sex, and the musky, sweet smell of her pussy overwhelmed me. She rotated her clit around the tip of my nose, soaking my nasal passages in the feminine lubricant she was discharging copiously. I felt my head swimming from this strange, yet familiar fragrance, that smelled so like my own.
"Open, open your mouth, baby," she coaxed me. To my amazement, I found my mouth opening at her command, my lips gently fastening onto the hard, rubbery protuberance above her pussy. "Yes, that's it, baby, lick my hard cock, suck it, swallow my hot dick, I want to cum in your sweet mouth." I pressed my lips harder on her clit, and strummed the flat of my tongue across the exposed, naked tip of her clitoris. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, YES, YES, YES!! OH, YESSS!! OH, OH, OH YES, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH, BABY!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING EAT ME, CUNTLICKER!!" Her hips pummeled me as she pounded into my face with her clit and cunt. I nipped at the tip of her clit, and she shrieked then. "OH!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
As she eased herself back down from her orgasm, I felt totally humiliated, and excited. My hand, which had never left its pleasant harbor between my legs, began fucking with abandon, two fingers thrusting into my pee-wetted pussy, the thumb fiercely stroking my hard clit. "Oh, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this! God, Sam, I LOVED licking your hot clit!! I want to eat your hot hole, oh FUCK!!" When I uttered these vile and lust-filled words, Sam stood on tiptoes and thrust her dripping wet and hot cunt onto my mouth. I was plunged into an amazing world of sexual excitement, my tongue thrusting and swirling around in that wet, velvety and hot paradise, her feminine musk filling my brain and my world.
Covered as it was by Sam's plump pussy, my equally delighted shrieks of pleasure were muffled, as I bucked my face time and again against her smooth groin. "Uhh, uhhh, uhhh," I burbled, as I came again, and again. I slumped back, finally, as I came down from my sexual high, more excitement than I had ever felt before. After what felt like 5 minutes, but was probably more like 30 seconds, Sam gently stroked the line of my jaw and bent down and kissed me. Her warm, soft lips, and questing tongue re-energized me, and I looked up at her with sparkling eyes, my free hand grasping her hand on my jaw.
"That was nice, wasn't it baby?" Sam said, and I thought I saw a tear in her eye. "One more thing to make you mine," she said. I looked at her questioningly. She straightened up, then brought her cunt back to my mouth. "I don't want you to lick me, honey. Lock your lips on my hole." I did as she commanded, and kissed her hot pussy. Before I could be tempted to insert my tongue into that inviting cavern, however, I felt a hot liquid seeping out into my mouth. Immediately I recognized that she was peeing! Into my mouth!
Before I could object, her flow of urine increased, and if I didn't want to get drenched I had to start swallowing. It was hard to get a sense of the taste of her pee, as my nose was pressed against her body, but it was salty on my tongue. I swallowed again, and again, and again, thinking that there would be no end to her piss, my fingers stroking my cunt once again, as I built into a sexual frenzy. God, this woman was amazing! As her pee reached a crescendo, then decreased, I orgasmed twice again, gratefully swallowing Sam's urine the whole time.
Finally she stopped, and gently removed her cunt from my mouth, to my disappointment. Stepping back from me, she looked down at me and said, "We're going to have some fun, you and I. Now you need to get cleaned up and rejoin the party."
I got a good idea of Sam's idea of fun when I stood to wipe myself. Before I could bring the toilet paper to my ass, she ran her index finger up the cleft between my ass cheeks, wiping off a small piece of my shit. She brought it to her lips and, smiling, popped it into her mouth, between her pink, lipstick-covered lips, as I gaped at her. She smiled and we cleaned up, returning to the party below.
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