by Lynn, KT
“I think it's me. I mean, I'm so freaked out by how pretty she is, I'm sorta timid with her.”
“Timid is not recommended,” she said. “I bet I can help you get over that. Let's see how you are with kissing, for starters.”
Before I could really comprehend the meaning of her words, her lips were on mine and she was sliding her tongue over my lower lip, teasing mine with it. For a moment I forgot how weird the situation was, forgot that I had agreed with Cheri that we wouldn't “see” anybody else. I found my tongue venturing into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, making me wonder about what she'd said about fellatio. No, I told myself, this was just a friendly little gesture on her part.
But the way she was devouring me was getting my cock almost unbearably stiff inside my jeans. Her arms were around me, massaging my shoulders, and I resisted the urge to push her down under me on the couch and let my hands roam.
“Well,” she said in a moment, “it doesn't seem like it's the kissing that's the problem. You're safe enough on first base. Let's try for second.” With a crazy grin, she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse and placed my hand on the swell of her breast. She wore no bra, and her warm sweet flesh was soft and inviting. I took her nipple between my fingers and pinched it gently. She moaned low in her throat. Wow.
“I still don't think you're the problem,” she whispered. “Let me investigate a little more here.” To my absolute amazement, she dropped to her knees between my legs and had my jeans unbuttoned, fondling my hardness through the denim. She unzipped me and pressed her mouth to my rod right through my boxers, exhaling hot breath, giving me a gentle nip through the fabric.
I felt a tiny drop of cum escape the tip. My cock felt huge and diamond-hard and super-sensitized by her tender torture. She freed it expertly from my shorts and cooed over it as if it were a cute baby animal, then suddenly took the length of it deep into her mouth. The heat and wetness were too much, after walking around frustrated all weekend.
“I'm gonna- ooooh,” I groaned, as I came in her mouth in a great gush, feeling embarrassed by my hair-trigger performance. But instead of gagging and spitting, Melissa swallowed my juices with a happy little moan of her own. She looked up at me and grinned.
“Well, it certainly works,” she said.
“Promise me you'll never tell her we did this,” I begged.
“Oh hell no. I can't imagine having that kind of conversation with someone like her. No worries. But since your honor's already compromised, you might as well let me continue my diagnostic testing here. I bet you'll be hard again in no time.”
She skinned her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing a pair of white cotton panties with lace edging. “Did you ever get a really close look at a woman in a good light?” she asked.
“Ummmm, not really, do magazines count?”
“No magazine can show you what I'm about to, believe me. Here, let me take your hand...” Melissa guided my fingers along her damp panties, indicating spots where my touch felt especially good. “You don't want to be too intense at first, but you want her to know she's being touched,” she explained, showing me how to rub the bud of her clit around in little circles.
“And of course,” she said, pulling her panties aside with her other hand, “a little penetration is always nice.” Suddenly two of my fingers were dipping into her hot, slick channel. She was breathing hard, letting out little whimpering noises, and although it had felt like I'd come a gallon, my dick was stiffening again.
“I think you're ready for some intermediate skills,” Melissa said, gently pushing my head toward her crotch. I'd never licked a girl's pussy. It always seemed like something I should just automatically know how to do well, and I'd not a clue, so I'd never even tried. Her wetness tasted delicious, a little tangy, not quite like anything else, and as I explored with my tongue, she groaned and pulled my face down tight against her clit. “Yeah, right there...you learn fast,” she panted.
Thinking about what little I did know, I built a steady rhythm of pressure on her clit and was rewarded when she started to buck her hips in response. I used my fingers inside her to create a counterpoint and to my amazement, her moans and movements built to a delicious frenzy and suddenly her vagina was contracting around my hand in waves as she wailed a loud cry of joy.
I laid my head on her thigh, kissing her mound.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yes, wow,” she said.
“Uh, I think we have a definite result here. You, dear friend, are in no way the problem. Any girl would be lucky to have you for a playmate.”
“But she's never let me lick her there. All she'll let me do is get on top of her and fuck her.”
“Does she seem to enjoy that?”
“I guess so. She says, 'Oh, baby,' a lot.”
“OK, then. Take me,” said Melissa suddenly.
“Take you- Oh.” My cock was in fact still stiff and hypersensitive. Her sweet, soaked pussy was wide open. I got on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my back, guiding my cock to the center spot.
“Okay,” she said, “pretend I'm her. How do you proceed?” I slipped just the head of my dick inside her pussy and began to thrust tentatively. “Um, you're not going to break it,” Melissa said. “C'mon, man, I said take me. Or don't you know what that means?”
Some animal instinct rose to the surface, and I drew myself back up and thrust my hips as if trying to penetrate right through her. The feeling of having the whole length of my dick impaling her hot wet core was awesome. I drew back and continued power-thrusting as she sobbed and shrieked her delight, clawing my shoulders, thrusting her bottom up eagerly to meet me.
I had never known fucking could feel like this. Some primal part of my nature was exhilarated on a deep level that enhanced and fed the surging, building sensation in my cock. But before I could come again, Melissa pressed on my shoulders in a clear signal to slow things down a bit.
She grinned up at me, then shoved me off her. “My turn,” she said, throwing her leg across my hips and impaling herself neatly on my straining rod. She proceeded to bring me to levels I had had no idea existed. Squeezing me with her inner muscles, rotating her hips so that her pussy caressed every millimeter of my cock in turn, building up a rhythm that brought me to a fever pitch of sex-maddened ecstasy then slowing to a sweet, tender level where we could float like contented sea mammals, snuggled together until the next crescendo.
This was another world. With Cheri, the five or so times we had had intercourse had consisted of her allowing me to climb on and thrust for five minutes while she lay beneath me. It had been a little more interesting than jerking off, I guess, but not necessarily more physically intense than the things I could do to myself with my own hand.
Now I understood why poets and musicians sang ecstatically of making love, why wars had been fought over it and lives changed. I was floating in a dimension of closeness and pleasure that I'd never visited before. It felt like being given sight after a lifetime's blindness.
Melissa smiled down at me tenderly, reaching between my legs to give my balls a tender pat.
“No,” she whispered, “the problem is most definitely not you, Ben. One more proof here.” She climbed off me and got onto her hands and knees, her beautiful ass and pussy pointing at me, turned up, vulnerable, all mine. “Go ahead now,” she murmured. “Make me your bitch.”
On my knees behind her, I grasped her hips tightly. The rhythm was mine again to set, but I'd learned a lot from what she had just shown me and I was eager to show her in return. I experimented with angles, pacing myself, rooting around inside of her until the pleasurable contact of our bodies was maximized and then maximized some more. She was sobbing joyfully, her face buried in the cushions of the couch. No longer was she the teacher and I the student; I was wringing ecstasy from her with every move, and it was the most awe-inspiring feeling of my entire twenty-one year life.
Finally, a rhythm built between us that could not be de
nied any more than an avalanche has brakes. I was pounding her upturned bottom, lifting her up with the force of my thrusts, and she was screaming aloud, her pussy convulsing as my cock finally exploded deep inside of her and shot a second load of hot spunk. It was the most shattering orgasm of my life. We collapsed in a heap.
The phone was ringing. Dimly, I heard the answering machine message and then Cheri's voice. “Ben? I thought you were going home, Ben! Naughty, naughty! Don't forget you promised to take me and Tina to South Shores tomorrow after classes! There's a sale at La Booterie, and then there's a new seafood place I've been wanting to try. OK, honey. You better not be out doing something crazy! See ya tomorrow!” She blew a kissing noise into the phone.
I was squirming in horror, feeling as if she could somehow tell what I had been doing. Beneath me I felt Melissa shaking silently. Oh no. Was she sobbing? “Mel?” I began tentatively, touching her shoulder. She finally released a great snort of laughter. Sheepish as I felt, I had to laugh too. There would be things to work out here, obviously. But I was pretty sure that, rather than ruining the friendship, Mel and I would be closer than ever. And Cheri? She might just have to find a new chauffeur.
Thieves’ Dilemma
by KT Lynn
Themes: lesbian; M/FF
CHAPTER 1
“Gregory Slickson?” Cat asked.
“That’s right,” he said.
Who the hell is Gregory Slickson?
“Sorry, but we don’t know you,” Cat replied.
“No… that’s a given,” the man said, “if you did you wouldn’t have taken that case from Mr. Oasis.”
Mr.? He was talking about Salvatore Oasis, Sal. Shit! How could he know about Sal.
“We really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muscled out of my tired jaw. Despite being bound to this chair by all these ropes, I was tired from sitting. It was so hot. I was sweating profusely.
“Planning on going on a trip?” Slickson asked as he dumped out Cat’s suitcase, towels and bikini top strings tumbled to the floor. Taking a moment, Slickson bent to the ground and picked up a bright lime color bikini top and rubbed the cup as if he were rubbing one of our bare breasts, staring down at his hand as if he were taking part in some perverted fantasy.
“The warehouse is empty. Go ahead. Look around,” Slickson calmly said, tilting his head in every direction. The building we were in, this warehouse, was enormous. I had a difficult time seeing to either end of it, although the cold sweat running down my forehead and burning my eyes didn’t help with that.
“Feel free to scream or do whatever it is you want to do because no one will be able to hear you. There isn’t anyone breathing within 45 miles that isn’t on my payroll.” While Slickson was saying these words he started unfolding Cat’s beach towels and he began spreading them on the ground. “I like vacations too,” Slickson said in a strange tone.
“Which one of you brought the tanning oil? I could really use some. Which one of you will volunteer to rub it on me?”
Was he serious? Was he seriously asking us this? He couldn’t be serious. I looked over at Cat and she was tied up just as tightly as I was, her sweat was falling from her brow just as much as mine. She looked weak, although I could tell she was trying to look strong the best she could.
The entire warehouse was dark and desolate, but for the lights that shined in from the numerous windows riddling the walls. I couldn’t see out of a single window, however. They all look desperately far away from us.
“Here’s the oil!” Slickson said with glee, “I found it!” Reminding me of a little kid, carefully placing the bottle on the ground next to one of the towels he had laid out, the towel he was now sitting on. “So, ladies… let’s get to the brass tax. I can’t imagine either of you enjoy being tied up, but it’s not that bad. My cousin Harold was pinched once, for a crime he didn’t commit. He served three years in a box, three hours in a chair isn’t so bad.”
“What the fuck do you want!?!” Cat screamed, tears uncontrollably rushing down her face like an irrigated stream.
“And that’s the $300,000 question!” Slickson announced as if hosting a game show.
How does he know about our last boost? Cat and I already secured the cash, bundled in thirty $10,000 stacks, locking it in one of the secure safes we installed at a property Cat controlled as a realtor. We kept all of our money hidden in private safes across a multitude of properties. This last take took us over a million each.
“That suitcase you ladies took belongs to a friend of my father, and he’d like it back,” Slickson casually said while brushing his thumb across his short boxed beard.
“Where are we?” I muttered, unable to remember how we had been captured or anything about being tied to these chairs.
“Good. So you remember why we are here, my Father’s friend, Sal.” Before I could start shaking my head so that he’d recognize me refuting him, he already started walking towards Cat.
“You know Sal, don’t you darling? You’re the one who gained access to his personal vault. I must say, very impressive. It only took you what, 2 or 3 months from the day you met him to fuck him, get him to start renting another place on the side for the two of you, before you caught him slipping up and was able to swindle him out $300,000?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cat said in a terrified tone.
“That’s right, before you ‘serendipitously’ bumped into him, you were actively stalking him for 3 months, Is that better? Are you beginning to understand my reach? Let me be clear, before you were sure he was even a target, we were targeting you.”
“Not close enough,” Cat coyly replied back, “you still have no idea where we have it, do you?”
You fucking idiot, was the lone phrase soaring through my head. My mouth opened to stop her, but I was too shocked to let any sort of sound escape.
“Have what?” Slickson quickly interjected.
“Stop playing stupid, the $300,000 we stole from Sal! Obviously you know,” Cat said without prudence or foresight.
“And thank you for confirming it.” Slickson clapped his hand as if announcing a winner, his head spinning towards me he stopped and made eye contact with me, pointing his finger directly at me said, “You’re the brains, I presume?”
CHAPTER 2
I just stared at Slickson as he approached me. His dark blue suit with light blue pin stripes made him look taller than he was, although he probably stood around six-foot three inches. His hair was dark, but he had light highlights, and it looked like he almost walked out of a salon. His skin was slightly tanned and his eyes were an ice cold blue.
His beard and mustache looked well groomed and the light blue shirt underneath his suit coat looked very expensive, his tie shining brightly with silver and blue colors.
“While you ladies were busy dodging street cameras and the authority, you’ve managed to catch our attention for quite some time. It’s ironic really.” Slickson said all of this with an amused smile, slowly approaching me bound in this tight chair. I was bound too tight to struggle. I just sat silently and listened to him.
“From our estimations your little operation has cleared more than half a million dollars in the last two years, this last venture being your biggest take.” He quickly turned his head to look at Cat, “that duffel bag you smuggled out of Sal’s hotel room had $300,000 in it,” and then he turned back around and stared at me, a few feet from my face.
“We would have caught you both en route if it hadn’t been for that 3rd vehicle switch. That was rather brilliant.” I couldn’t help it, when I heard his complimentary words I must have smiled. Slickson’s long arms reached out for me and his hands gripped my neck. “Are you two sisters or something? You know each other so well.”
He let go of my throat and I began coughing. I heard Cat screaming and yelling at him in the background, but I was unable to focus on what she was saying. “So you met in college,” his mouth said inches away from my lips. “Tha
t’s sweet, two college girls gone bad. There’s a video series in there somewhere.”
“That money you stole belongs to my father’s operation, and, we’ll want a cut of the other half a million dollars you’ve made over the last two years and everything you make from this point on. In other words, we’re absorbing your franchise. Think of it like a merger.”
I just stared at him intensely. “But, I have to say,” Slickson continued, “your mouthy friend is right about something. We don’t know where the money is. We don’t know where any of it is. So, we’ll also want to take over your money stashing secrets as well, while we’re collecting the money you owe us. Now this might not seem like a choice, but of course you have a choice.”
“Either you tell us what we want to know,” he continued, “and give us the money you owe us, or” he pulled a smartphone out of his suit jacket and held it up to my face, “this is a message that gets anonymously turned into the feds.” Slickson played a highlight reel of the last four jobs we did, two of them had to do with stealing drug money from two Narcotics agents we were ‘dating.’ Some of the video showed our faces, a few of the cars we had rented, enough to easily help them identify us despite the fact that they occurred in different states.
