Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2023 17:03:53 -0800
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Maria and Ella (Lesbian/Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F)

Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between adult women.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                      Marie and Ella
                           By
                          Jan

	I live in a typical apartment complex built in a
rectangle two story with a swimming pool in the middle.
It is normally pretty quiet, until the Cal-Tech students
were having a party.  It was not uncommon to see young
people swimming nude at 3:00am.  The really wild time is
during the New Year's Pasadena Rose Parade and football
game.

	My extended family is very conservative and would
be horrified if they were to learn that I am a confirmed
lesbian.  Because of that I do my cruising in Hollywood or
Long Beach.  Recently I frequented a lesbian bar near the
Belmont Shores area.  I was sitting at the bar checking out
the talent in the mirror behind the bar.  Then I saw a
woman enter that I couldn't let her get away.

	She had a beautiful smile with white teeth, and she
was a petite brown skinned Mexican-American beauty
with long black hair, big brown eyes.  She was no taller
than five-feet one-inch and no more than a hundred
pounds.  I noticed her breasts filling out her tight T-shirt
first. I got off my stool and approached her before any
other cougar could swoop in on her.  I asked her for a
dance and hustled her onto the dance floor and held her
tightly against my body.  We must have made an
interesting couple.

	I happen to be tall African-American and Italian
descent.  I'm five-foot ten-inches. Long muscular legs,
shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes.  I like to stay in
shape, so I play basketball regularly and lift weights
enough weight to be able to push around big centers, but
not enough make my body look like a bodybuilding dyke.
While we were dancing, I told her that my name was Sara.
She told me that her name was Ella.

	It was a crowded dance floor, so I was able to press
my body against her, and feel her shapely body pressed
against mine.  She was wearing a brown T-shirt with lower
case m's on each tit.  And tight-fitting jeans.

	I asked her: "Are they like m & m's. They melt in
your mouth, not in your hands?"

	She looked up at me and smiled before saying: "The
only way to find out is to test your hypothesis!"

	I bent down and kissed her on the mouth.  We
weren't dancing at that point.  We were tongue kissing
each other, and she was an amazing kisser.  I stuffed my
left hand down the back of her blue jeans and clutched
the left cheek of her butt.  She ushered me into the ladies-
room and we entered the handicapper stall and locked
the door behind us.  When I removed her T-shirt, I was
truly impressed by her figure.  Her 34-C sized breasts
looked large on her small frame.  I was a little envious of
her figure because as tall as I am my breasts are only a B-
cup.  Within moments I had unfastened her jeans and
pulled them down along with her sexy little hip hugger
panties, exposing a delightful trimmed triangle of black
pubic hair that was straight and looked like it had been
combed or brushed towards the opening of her vagina.
Ella was just as adamite about pulling up my jeans and
getting my own panties down.  She seemed to be just as
excited about finer fucking my cunt as I was hers.  Like so
many of my sister black women my black pubic hair looks
like tightly coiled little springs.

	We were frantically groping each other at that
point, when it was clear where the night was headed, I
invited her to come to my place and she accepted.  She
expressed reluctance about inviting me to her place.  She
agreed to accompany me in my car if I promised to bring
her back to the bar's parking lot.  When we arrived at the
apartment, I opened the door and let her go first.  I locked
the door behind us, and when I turned around, I almost
bumped into her because she was so close to me.

	I offered beer, wine or mixed drinks, because I
hadn't paid attention to what she was drinking at the bar.
She opted for Vodka/cranberry while I had soda because I
was a lightweight drinker and had more driving to do that
night.  I may have had time to blink before she was on her
tiptoes kissing me passionately.  I pulled her close so her
spectacular breasts were pressed against me and returned
her kiss.  In the end she was the aggressor.

	Her fingers had my blouse unbuttoned and off in a
flash.  She quickly unfastened my bra before her hands
went to the button and zipper on my jeans.  All the while
her tongue never left my mouth until she broke it off to
pull her T-shirt over her head.  She sucked on one nipple
then the other as we both stepped out of our shoes,
jeans, and underwear.  Her hand slipped between my legs
and she moaned a little when she felt how wet I was.  Not
wanting to wait any longer I kissed her and walked her to
my bedroom.  After I got her to sit on the edge of the bed
I knelt and put her legs over my shoulders.  I dove in
licking and sucking like a homeless woman that hadn't
eaten in days, Lol.  When she had her first orgasm, she
moaned a little louder than when she touched me.  It felt
like she was fighting, letting go and just riding the
pleasure wave.  By the third orgasm she was a tad bit
louder but not much.  However, her hips were bucking
wildly against my face and she lightly tugged at my hair to
pull my face deeper into her cunt.  (As if that was
possible)

	I have to admit that I am only into women.  At the
same time, I do enjoy strap-on sex both giving and
receiving a good fucking.  As long as it's strapped onto a
woman.  I am not into anal sex, (nor do I judge) but not
above the occasional finger and/or tongue fucking.

	While we were on my bed that night, she tasted
clean.  Her pussy was not perfumed and certainly not bad.
Just clean and yummy.  One little strip of surprisingly silky
pubic hair on her vulva.  I loved the taste of her pussy.  By
the time she experienced her first orgasm my face was
covered with her vaginal fluid and my nose was so full of
the fluid that I breathed through my mouth.  The second
time I sucked her off I slipped my hand under her butt and
stroked her asshole with my fingertip and eventually stuck
my finger up her asshole to bring her to her second
orgasm.  I eventually put on my strap-on dildo and fucked
her for a long time in the missionary position.  By the time
she had her third and fourth orgasm sweat was dripping
from my face onto her face and her breasts were covered
with sweat.  Then Ella proceeded to make love to me the
same way I had fucked her.  When we got tired, we were
reduced to jilling each other and stuck our fingers up each
other's asshole into the early morning hours.  We
eventually clung to each other and covered our bodies
with the plackets, because we were exhausted and drifted
off to sleep.  I'm not accustomed to having one-night
stands, but I was thrilled that I had one with her.

	When I woke up the next morning by the smell of
brewing coffee, I saw that the bed was empty, and I got
up and went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of
coffee.  I found a note written by Ella.

	The note stated: "Thanks for a fantastic time, last
night.  TI called for a taxi back to my car.  I hope to see
you again soon!"  Damn, I was hoping she'd stay a while
and maybe have a little afternoon delight.  But I had no
way to contact her, I didn't even know her last name, let
alone. What is her address or phone number were>?

	The following weekend I went back to the same bar
in hopes that she would be there, but she didn't show up.
I had to find off other ladies that approached me.  The
following Saturday afternoon my doorbell rang.  It was
Ella!  I buzzed the door open and greeted her at the
elevator with a big hug and a big smile.

	Ella apologized for dropping in unannounced, but
she had no other way to contact me.  She knew my
building and apartment number.  Since she rang the bell, I
assumed she now knew my full name because it was on
the communication system in the vestibule.  I had no
problem with her knowing my name and where I lived.

	I was thrilled that she had returned, and was
thrilled with the idea of resuming having sex with her.  As
soon as she knocked on my apartment door, I invited her
in and as I closed the door, I turned to take her into my
arms and kissed her.  Then we sat on the living room
couch and started off hugging and kissing before we
undressed each other.  Our clothes were scattered all
over the living room by the time we got into massaging
and nursing each other's tits.  I did love the smell of her
pussy.  (She told me that she used a vinegar rinse to
neutralize the odor.)  I tongue fucked her until she had
two orgasms.  Before Ella could return the favor.  When
she insisted that it was her turn, I let her take charge.
When she went down on me, I pulled her head tightly
against my wet cunt and verbally encouraged her efforts.
We eventually cuddled and chatted afterward while we
recovered.  I was gleefully tweaked her nipples when she
said: "I missed you, Sara Asenato!"

	I responded: "I missed you too Ella....Jaramillo!"
She corrected me: "(hara-long A-mio).  I like you and have
enjoyed our time together, Sara, but I have a problem!"

	I thought: "Oh, geez, don't let it involve an itch you
can't scratch in public!  Was my first thought.  I propped
up on one elbow and looked at her.  What is it?"

	"It's my job. That some of associates may not be
understanding of my lifestyle so it's important that no one
know that I am a lesbian!".

	 I continued to look at her and asked: "Do you work
for a religious organization?"

	 She chuckled: "No, I'm a doctor."

	"Ohhhhh! No worries, I know how to keep things to
myself." I responded.

	"Good, not all of my patients are open minded."

	We ordered in for food, and spent the rest of the
day in bed.  I referred to this as a 'fling' because we
mostly just got together for sex.  My place, her place, the
exam table at her office after hours, fingers, dildos,
tongues.  I'm not a vibrator kind of gal but she loved
them.  We had LOTS of mind-blowing sex but our worlds
were soooo different.  Eventually, that took a toll on the
good times and we went our separate ways.  I still smile
when I think of her and hope she does the same where I
am concerned.  Holy shit, no one knows about this!  I've
never told a soul!


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