Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 21:47:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Sandra Subject: Alessandra's Awakening: Part 6 Alessandra's Awakening: Part 6 by Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com) This story is a semiautobiographical depiction of my lesbian awakening. Not for minors or prudes. I thought this would be the last section, but encouraged by feedback I will probably write one or two more. Please read the earlier installments. I am grateful for any feedback. Part 6 It must have been very early when I awoke, thirsty, famished and bursting with the need to pee. I discovered that my hands had been unbound and that Melissa was holding me on one side, her face nesting on my shoulders, arms around my waist. Jennifer was on the other side, sleeping serenely, breathing deeply and regularly, like a silent and regal goddess. My breasts pressed against her back as Melissa's pressed mine. Dawn was just beginning to break, as I could discern from the pink light coloring the folds of the windows' long curtains. The memories of our tumult just a few hours before rushed upon me, within me, like an elixir that heated my limbs. I very gingerly extricated myself from my magnificent mistresses so as not to disturb them, and headed softly for the bathroom. The release of peeing was immense and energizing. I thought with some sadness of it all having to end today....but I gazed in the mirror, fascinated by my new self, loving what I perceived. "What a waste" said Melissa, startling me. She was even more ravishing in her sleepy naked disarray, wisps of tangled blond hair dangling over her hazel eyes. "I have to go too, sweetie," she said. I moved asisde to let her pass but she grasped both my wrists and, holding them behind my back, tongued and bit my neck. "Get in the tub," she whispered urgently. The blood rushed to my face, immediately jolting my senses into sharpness and eliminating any vestiges of torpor. I climbed into the tub, an elegant free-standing old-fashioned kind, the very tub where I had so languorously cleansed and prepared myself the day before. Melissa stretched her long lovely legs across to straddle it. Placing her hands behind her along the sides of the tub, she lowered herself gently a few inches. Her pussy was taut, red and apparently swollen, and as I wondered quizzically about my dream, Melisssa loosed a warm spreading stream of pee on my cunt, midriff and breasts: she was bathing me in her affectionate, loving, possessive warmth: in essence, claiming me, declaring her ownership. And it all felt so terribly beautiful and natural. I simply can't describe the impact and novelty of feeling. The skin of my throat and the surface of my torso hummed and this sensation radiated inward to thrill me. I lowered myself flat on my back and felt the golden warmth on my neck and hair, so grateful, so grateful for her love, and knowing too that I had come to love her, this morning stranger of two days' acquaintance. But was she really such a stranger? True, I knew virtually nothing about her past or 'real' life, nothing about her practical affairs, where she worked, how she engaged the world.... but we had shared the most searingly intimate and forbidden pleasures. I knew only her present, her sensual immediacy, her touches cruel and tender, and didn't this tell me far more about her than any concatenation of 'facts'? Let me confess that, in the early light of breaking day, I realized I had simply fallen in love with her --totally, absolutely, thoroughly, and with magnificent completeness. Melissa gently lifted my hands and pulled me upwards. She placed a mischievous finger on her lips to ensure silence, and ordered me to taste her and to clean her, but with exquisite tenderness. I brought my face to her pussy and inhaled its wine-like aromatic must. Her cunt lips were inflamed and very sensitive so I used the utmost delicacy in licking the golden droplets that remained on and within her folds. What I would under any other circumstances have considered a foul act seemed ... so easy, so thrilling, so natural. I was tending my lover, I was a balm to her soreness and lust. She arched her head back and breathed with deep contentment, then raised me to my feet and guided me to the shower. I could see several thin red raised welts or streaks across her buttocks, legs and back, and I wondered how much they hurt her. I suddenly became very frightened: my stomach dropped thinking that if Jennifer could do this to her partner, how would I fare on this final day? Melissa caught my concern and smiled radiantly and reassuringly. She took me into her arms and said: "Alessandra, I have so much to thank you for." I was overcome with emotion. "Last night I had one of the most powerful sensual experiences of my life thanks to you.... and Jen", she said quietly. I stammered in reply, incoherently I'm afraid: "Oh, Melissa, well....if you only knew....and I.... and how much....." I melted into her arms, blushing in surrender, and we kissed tenderly for minutes. "You helped bring me over the edge, my dear," she replied. I didn't know how to respond to this, so I merely grazed her ribs and ass with light deft fingers. And she added: "I like having my mistress's marks upon my body." I then caught a glimpse of my own flesh in the mirror: I too had been branded; Melissa's whipping had left tracks across my back and ass and thighs and cunt, and my deflowered asshole felt deliciously alive in its soreness. We showered together, sudsing each other carefully and playfully, but with little noise. I emerged from the shower first and knelt before my blonde darling with a towel, and when I had patted her dry I used unguents to soothe her raised flesh. She gave me a special vial of Vitamin E and aloe oil for her pussy, and I ministered to myself as well, cunt and anus. We were both famished and moved silently past the dormant Jennifer into the kitchen in our terrycloth robes. I was frankly starstruck watching Melissa do the simplest things, like making coffee and toast and eggs. It took everything to keep my arms from encircling her constantly. We slaked our hunger with breakfast and carried our coffees over to the sofa. I gazed at Melissa like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it took only a few minutes for her to let me ravish her face and mouth and neck with tender wet kisses, to press my full singing body against hers, touching breast to breast, mound to mound, thigh to thigh. I knelt and gingerly lifted her right foot and brought it to my lips, all the while locking her dreamy hazel eyes. I ran my tonge along the instep, up and down, and the sole, up and down, and with the very tip of my very wet tongue dabbed the spaces between her toes. I traced my tongue along the uppers of each toe singly, then along the pads underneath. I inhaled the scent of her cunt's growing arousal. "I'm your bitch, Melissa, your willing slut who loves you and wishes to please you." Melissa moaned softly. "Take my other foot, my slut" she said. Slut! Cunt! Bitch! These words inflamed me and I felt a curious pride in their force and sting. "Oh my lover, you make me feel so good," she said, "sweet Alessandra". At her use of the word 'lover' I nearly came. Yes, I was indeed her cunt and bitch and slut and slave and ... lover.....And now as her lover I was even more obliged to maximize her pleasure, so I boldly took the initiative. I slowly licked and kissed my way up and down her legs, keeping a 'healthy' distance from her smooth cunt. I drenched the cleft between her thigh and stomach with my mouth, smoothing my spittle in the hollow, making Melissa take little gasps. I brought the flat of my tongue up her flank, around her palpable yearning breasts to her side just beneath her arm. I pulled both her arms upwards and slowly lapped her shaven armpits, which caused her to start involuntarily with excitement, then I moved up along the underside of her arm to her right hand. I caressed her palm with my tongue, then each fine finger. I took her forefinger into my mouth to suck and nibble, flicking my tongue along its length and gazing at her eyes as I did so. Melissa emitted low guttural moans of longing, of pining for more. Her eyes were now closed and her face, her beautiful face!... I traced its outline, kissed her eyelids and cheeks, licked beneath her chin. I could sense her total abandon, so I lashed her neck with my gleaming lips and I bit into her so that she let out an unstifled cry. "Quiet, bitch, or you'll be in trouble" I commanded, astonishing her with my recklessness. I then moved my tongue down the middle of her chest, avoiding her aching hard nipples and breasts, down to her navel, where I lingered wetting and sucking. Her legs began to writhe but I kept them forcefully spread and immobile as I let my face hover above her hairless cunt . "Please, Alessandra, please, my love, my cunt is aching, please do me!" she sighed. "My mistress must learn patience," I defiantly replied. And with that, pining as I myself was with the desire to consummate our lustful love, I withdrew to the warmth of Jennifer's sleeping body in the bed. I wanted Melissa to burn for me, I wanted to stoke her passionate anger, I wanted her to punish me fiercely for my wanton liberties, thus allowing me to serve her all the more deeply. (Please send any feedback; I'm planning to finish this in one or two more installments and I REALLY appreciate all the comments I've received so far!)