Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 18:26:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gina's shower{Jenna}(best, F/f, F/F)[11!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2005.

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and animals and adult females with
other females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.

Gina's shower -- Part 11

Gina's mom, Lisa, strolled down the hallway toward Gina's room. Finding
Gina asleep at midmorning on a Saturday wasn't unusual, that's why she was
pleasantly surprised to see that Gina's bed was empty and she could hear
the shower running in the bathroom further down the hall. Lisa smiled
softly and tapped lightly on the bathroom door, "Gina?"

"Yes, mom?" Gina answered promptly.

"The groomer called and said Skip is ready to be picked up. Can you hurry
up and finish and go get him? We had a deal remember?" Lisa reminded.

"Yes, mom, I remember. I'll be out in a minute."

Gina finished her shower, got dressed, hopped in her convertible and headed
off to pick up Skip.

Lisa puttered around the kitchen, wiping down counters and putting away
dishes, all the while sinking deeper into her own mind. She reflected back
on how she'd "gotten to this place" in her life. She sighed deeply and
paused.

Her recent separation and impending divorce was taking its toll on the
attractive mother of two. She wished she had done more to keep her marriage
together but when her husband called her a tyrannical, sexless, dead fish,
she knew it was over. "Why would he say that?" she questioned herself. "I
mean, we have two kids" she muttered to herself in disbelief.

Now angered she picked up the phone and dialed her ex.

For the next fifteen minutes she calmly engaged in an adult conversation
and made her ex answer the question, "why". She wanted to know all the
details of "why" he would say that.

His answers provided her insight she'd never gotten before. She was aghast
that `he' or `men', in general, expected their partners to perform sex acts
the likes of what her husband just described.

Lisa took it upon herself to get confirmation from a number of sources, so
she called two girlfriends and two male friends from work. She queried them
all with the same set of questions and asked for frankness and honesty.

Long ago Gina had come home and dropped off Skip and then left. Lisa
invited the clean smelling, neatly trimmed dog into her bedroom where he
sat at the foot of her bed while she talked to her friends for the next
several hours. The conversations were indeed "frank and honest", so much so
that Lisa felt compelled to lock her bedroom door and pull the drapes to
her sliding glass door. She was feeling strangely "heated" and she didn't
know why.

When she finally hung up with her last caller, Lisa compiled the results of
her "study". As she tallied the results, it hit her. "This is what he was
talking about," she moaned. Suddenly she realized that it was her
analytical approach to life that had gotten her the label "tyrannical,
sexless, dead fish". She now knew EXACTLY what he meant.

In her whole life, Lisa had never masturbated, not even once. After she was
married she had given her husband ONE blowjob and that was it. She'd never
done anything sexual in public. She'd never tried anything "out of the
ordinary" and now because of it, her marriage was over. She felt depressed
and curled into a ball and wept.

Skip sensed his master's sadness and leapt onto the bed. He knew better,
but he figured her sadness outweighed his getting into trouble. He licked
the tears from Lisa's cheeks and she reached up to pet him as if to say
"thank you". Skip curled up next to her.

Lisa was amused by Skip's gesture and mustered up a smile. "You understand,
don't you," she whispered, knowing the dog didn't really understand.

Lisa laid there and thought and thought. Finally she concluded that the
only way to make things better was to change. She had to change herself if
she was to ever get out of this funk. "But how?" she asked herself, "How do
I change? What can I do differently now that I don't have a man around?"

That's when it hit her. When women don't have a man, they take care of
themselves.

Since Lisa had never "done anything" with herself, she really didn't know
"what" to do. Her rational side kicked in and she removed all her
clothes. As she lay there naked, she began to let her fingers roam her
skin, softly and slowly.

"Ohhhh," she cooed softly as tiny sensations danced throughout her
body. Lisa didn't know what to make of these unusual feelings. She'd never
experienced anything quite so enjoyable before.

With both hands she reached down to her knees and lightly dragged her
fingertips and nails along her skin leaving a wake of goose bumps
behind. As her fingers passed her hips, she felt the strangest surge flood
her loin. Her stomach tightened involuntarily as her fingers approached her
breasts. Up, up, up, her ribcage, Lisa inverted her hands and dragged her
nails alongside each breast. Her nipples hardened with a single touch and
she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together.

Sensually she circled each nipple and gently tugged on them
simultaneously. Her loin reacted with tiny spasms with each tug.

Her body was covered in goose bumps and Lisa entered a mental place she'd
never been before. Her mind swooned with delicious thoughts of seduction
and sex. Her vagina grew warmer and warmer and begged to be squeezed. She
didn't even know she did it as her hand firmly cupped her pussy and gave it
a tight squeeze. It almost took her breath away as her loin released the
most pleasurable sensation she'd ever felt. Moisture coated her palm.

Lisa could feel her pussy swell as she squeezed herself over and over. Her
other hand squeezed her breast and tugged on her nipple. Something was
happening to her. Her body began to writhe and move on its own.

She didn't mean to, but when she accidentally slipped her middle finger
between her swollen labia, Lisa groaned loudly, "OOOOHHHHH". Her pussy was
soooo wet! She tried not to get too analytical, but she figured the last
time she had been that wet was when she was first dating.

Lisa's head rolled loosely from side-to-side as her excitement built. Her
legs kept squeezing together and falling apart. The palm of her hand was
mashing something at the top of her vagina and it was taking her breath
away. She couldn't stop touching herself. The more she rocked her middle
finger inside her vagina, the crazier the sensation. She felt like SHE was
going crazy. Her breathing became erratic and her hips began to buck
against her hand.

Something terrible was happening but she couldn't stop. Lisa pulled and
squeezed harder and more violently on her pussy. The sensation was building
and her mind said stop but her stomach said GO!

"Oh, oh, oh," Lisa panted. Her body out of control, she bucked and kicked
and tugged and squeezed. Something was about to happen and it was about to
happen SOON. She could feel the pressure in her loin and stomach build. It
felt like she was about to explode.

"OH, OH, OH," she grunted loudly, "OH...MY...GAWD! What's...happening!!"
she groaned. Lisa's eyes rolled around and her face suddenly stiffened and
winced as her fiery loin exploded, "OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!"

Lisa panted and squirmed for what seemed an eternity as her orgasm slowly
began to subside. "Oh, oh my gawd. What happened?" she moaned as she
finally relaxed and stretched out on the bed.

Instinctively, Skip began to lick Lisa's orgasm coated palm. He cleaned her
hand well, making sure to get in between each finger.

Lisa was too spent to stop him. Besides, his tongue gave her a new
sensation that she'd never felt before, too. She lay there and let Skip do
his thing.

Skip's nostrils flared as he smelled the familiar scent of an excited human
female. "There's nothing like it" he said to himself. Seeing the naked
female next to him and smelling her obvious arousal, made him want to throw
caution to the wind and lick her juices from her swollen, reddened cunt,
but he was afraid. It was one thing to take advantage of a teenage girl,
but it was quite another to do that to an adult female.

Skip eyed the woman's glistening pubic area and talked himself into `one'
little lick. He scooted closer to her and then leaned over her leg and gave
her a quick lick.

Lisa sat up like she'd been hit by lightening, "SKIP! What are you doing?!"
She grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head and pushed him
away. "You're crazy! Don't do that again."

She laid back down and began to think about what had just happened. Skip's
tongue on her pussy sent the wildest sensation throughout her body and she
couldn't explain it. Her rational side determined it didn't NEED any
explanation because it was sick and perverted. But her newly found sensual
side actually liked it. Laying there in her current state of heightened
arousal made her try and overcome the "wrongness" of what happened.

She told herself that she probably hurt poor Skip when she pulled his hair,
too. Lisa used her "guilt" to allow Skip to lay his head on her hip while
she scratched and massaged his head. "Sorry Skip, I didn't mean to
overreact."

Skip's nose was inches from her vagina. He nuzzled his nose closer and
closer to the gooey promised land. As long as she didn't freak out, he was
determined to taste her sweetness again.

Lisa could feel Skip inching closer and closer to her vagina. On one hand,
she wanted to stop him, but on the other, she didn't. Her heart beat faster
and faster and she could feel her breathing become staccato-like. When she
felt Skip's cold nose brush her labia, she held her breath and stiffened.

When the woman didn't push him away, Skip knew he had her right where he
wanted. He pushed his nose to the bottom of her vagina and drove his strong
tongue deep inside her warm soft folds and licked upward with a powerful
stroke.

Lisa moaned loudly and her knees automatically spread apart. She squeezed
her eyes shut as if not seeing would mean it didn't happen.

Skip crawled over her leg and nuzzled in between her legs and began to lick
the woman's swollen cavity. He could tell by her moans and the way she
splayed her legs apart and lifted her hips, that she liked it.

Lisa covered her face with her arm and she bit her lip. Skip's powerful
tongue began at her anus and stroked upward across her soaked pussy and
swollen clit. The repetition made her mind race with insatiable thoughts of
deviant pleasure and delight. She couldn't believe what was happening but
it felt so incredibly good that she dare not stop it.

Her body was betraying her in ways she'd never thought possible. She knew
it was wrong but her loin was electrified by the crazy sensation of Skip's
coarse tongue on her most sensitive, private area. The pure deviance of
what was happening only added to the wild pleasure she was having.

Lisa could only raise her hips and reach under herself and grab her ass
cheeks and pull them apart to give Skip greater access to her
hypersensitive asshole. She could only moan and fight the reflex to clench
her buttocks each time Skip's tongue penetrated her most private spot.

She was quickly building toward a repeat of what had just happened to her
minutes before and there was nothing she could do about it. It was as if
Skip KNEW what he was doing and how he was making her feel. Lisa's mind was
so clouded with questions and fears and crazy erotic sensations that she
couldn't think straight. All she knew for sure was that her body was about
to explode again.

She strained to elevate her hips and spread her legs as wide as they would
go. Lisa was cumming and she didn't even know it. Her fingernails were
white as they grabbed handfuls of sweaty butt cheek and pulled them apart
as wide as they would go. She bore down on her loin and tried to fight the
feeling building deep inside.

It was wrong. What she was doing was wrong. She knew it. She tried to fight
it. But the more she tried, the worse it became. Her anus screamed with
delight each time Skip's dagger scraped across the tight button. Lisa knew
that if she allowed Skip to touch her pussy, it'd be over. The pressure in
the pit of her stomach was too much to bear.

Lisa lowered her hips just enough to allow Skip to lap her reddened
labia. When his long tongue finally dragged across her swollen, protruding
clitoris, Lisa exploded into orgasm.

"OOOOHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as her pussy secreted what felt like gallons
of lubrication. Lisa convulsed and twitched on the bed for several minutes
while Skip continued to lap at her secretions.

Finally Lisa caught her breath and began to relax. Her eyes eventually came
into focus and the reality of what she'd done began to sink in. At first
she felt guilty and dirty. But as the minutes passed, she began to
rationalize that it wasn't that bad and besides, isn't this what her ex
wanted? Wasn't sexual experience and diversity the result of her informal
"study"? She hadn't hurt anyone. She hadn't done anything illegal had she?
It wasn't even her fault. It was the dog's fault. She tried to stop him,
didn't she? She told him `no' right?


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