Marisol y Carmen Chapter 3

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Marisol y Carmen -3-

We received our necklaces soon after the night with Nancy, Lydia, and their daughters. Carmen and I hung ours around the free-standing mirror in the bedroom. Hers was on the right, and mine was on the left. It looked so cool; the little key stood for "the key to my heart." It makes it easy to cloud the identity of the necklace; if a straight asks we can just say "key to my heart" from and old boyfriend and leave it at that.

But I am down, and I don't know what to do about it. Mother is paying more attention to Carmen. It is that simple. I would hate to bring that up with them, or with her. I think I will go shopping.

The first time I wore the necklace out I went to the mall. I was feeling brave and wanted to see if I could pick up a hot older woman by myself. It would be a first for me, and I took it as a challenge. I was browsing at the Fragrance Bar at Macy's and looking for something for Gabriela's birthday, dressed fashionably hot, and sporting my necklace with its obvious key. The ladies who, like me, were wandering amid the feminine treasures, were very friendly. I realized quickly I could have hooked up with half of them. So, I upped my expectations and would try for the best-looking lassie. I soon realized she was six feet away from me as I sampled a fragrance. She was a hot blonde, and while I stared at her, she was delivering a gift-wrapped purchase to a customer. Then, she made her way straight for me.

"And what brings you in today Ms.?" she said.

"Marisol Alameda," I responded. "I uh...," I started. I was flustered, and I stuttered as I looked into her beautiful face. It was her eyes that caught me and wouldn't let me go.

"My name is Callie," she said quickly, to cover for my confusion and instant infatuation. Her eyes were a silvery blue, and alive with all kinds of possibilities. She was a little taller than me, but beautifully proportioned. She of course had on a white outfit, and blonde hair (short, distinctively lesbian I noted) and red lipstick. She was immaculate, with bright red fingernails to go with the lipstick.

I took a deep breath and recovered. "I'm looking for something for my mother's birthday," I said. "She's 41, and she's very good looking and she is going through a divorce." I realized immediately I was over-sharing. I just couldn't help myself, mesmerized by Callie's eyes as I was.

"I see," said Callie. "Then something to please her, and attract men?"

"Not so much," I said. "Actually, my mother loves women, so something that women love and something that attracts other women."

"I see. Your mother must look enchanting, just like you." said Callie. "And that key at the end of your gorgeous necklace. It looks just like mine."

"You see, it is a sign that I belong to a women's association," I said. "I am a recovering heterosexual. I love pussy."

"The Mother-Daughter Society," said Callie. "A wonderful group of women."

"Yes, are you a member?" I asked.

Her hand went to her throat, and she reached under her white jacket and produced the same necklace. I was speechless and stood there with my mouth open, staring at her.

"My daughter and I have been members for a few years now," said Callie. "It has been an incredible journey; I too am a recovering heterosexual. Listen, do you want to go somewhere for coffee? Or something else?"

"Yes, I'd really like to," I said. "Something else."

"I get off in fifteen minutes," said Callie. "I have three fragrances in mind that would be killer gifts for your lesbian mother. Let me get them for you and you can sample them."

She walked to another display and retrieved the three fragrances while I looked around. Everyone was busy; none had heard any of our conversation. I just felt better about that.

"Of course, if your mother doesn't have Chanel Nº5 that is the ultimate no brainer," said Callie. "It should be in every woman's boudoir and is always a winner. Although it is expensive, it really says `I love you mom.' If you like that one, just get the 1.2 ounce."

"The other two are Tresor by Lancome and, for something completely different, Fatale Intense by Agent Provocateur," she said. "I will let you try them; see what you think. My lesbian friends say the Lancome is the best all around. But Chanel is on a different level altogether. It is pricey; but wait until you smell it."

She placed the three perfumes on the counter and let me sample them.

"You were right about Chanel," I said. "It smelled like a young and beautiful woman− that was my gut reaction. I got a little bit of a tingle: I knew it was the one."

I smelled Tresor, loved it, and thought Fatale Intense was particularly good. But I told Callie I had to have a 1.2-ounce bottle of Chanel Nº5, gift wrapped. It had been available for a hundred years and my mother did not have it.

As she finished her shift and went to the employee locker room, she returned to the Fragrance Bar area. I had been trying some other fragrances, and the women there were seductively pleasant. My intuition said that was their job.

Callie appeared on my right while I was conversing with a fragrance consultant named Nicole. She waited until I finished and then thanked Nicole for her attention to a customer.

"Do you mind if we just go to my place?" she asked me. "I live close to the mall. We can take my car and I will drive you back to get yours. Nicole is gay. I can always tell when she is hot for someone and baby, she was hot for you."

"Fuck, you're kidding," I said. "I did not recognize that; I am such a newbie. But, to answer your question, I would love to go your home. I am so glad you asked that. I'm fully caffeinated, and I really just want to get to know you."

"Oh, me too," said Callie. "You are adorable. You know that don't you?" She gave me a hug around my mid-section as we stepped into the parking lot. When we got to her car we made out, both of us slipping the tongue to the other. It was so hot, so wild. She smelled divine. I could not tell what she was wearing, but it smelled wonderful and turned me on.

In her late-model Mercedes, she rested her hand on my thigh while she gave me a short history of how she got into the life. She is forty-one now, and her daughter, Lauren, is seventeen. She did not know it at the time, but her and her daughter were having their first lesbian encounters about five years ago. She was recently divorced from a wealthy businessman and was getting into the lesbian scene. One day her daughter Lauren, who was about thirteen at the time, came out to her. She hugged her daughter and told her she loved her, and everything went amazingly well. Then she told her she had a secret too; she was also a lesbian.

They both started crying, hugging, and kissing. Their love for one another pulled them into bed. They were soon making love, guilt free. They had gotten involved with the mother-daughter society about three months later.

I told Callie about my mother and sister, and she was so supportive. To know that we also had been invited to join the Mother-Daughter Society and we had been through our initiation was music to her ears. I even mentioned the Miller twins and their wonderful mother.

*****

She lived in a nice condo in the better part of town. We pulled in her garage she turned to me and kissed me. She moved her hand up to my crotch, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that I had no panties on. I spread my legs to give her easier access. Her fingers penetrated my swampy pussy and I started to come. I kissed her hard then began to say things into her mouth.

"Oh, I'm cumming, so quickly," I said. "Keep going hot mama, keep tweaking my pussy, keep hitting my clit. Ahhh, yeeaaah. Just keep doing me baby."

"Yea baby, that's it," said Callie. "Cum for me. Can you cum for me baby girl? Hunh, can you, can you cum?"

"Oh yes, I can cum," I said. "I'm going to cum for you, oh, oh. That is it. Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ughhhh. Oh baby, Oh baby I'm cummminnggg, I'm cummminnnggg."

Shit, I thought we would never get out of the car. After a short breather, I wanted to see her house, get the feeling of forty-one and rich. I pulled her hand, gently, away from my clit. I desperately wanted more, but I would have to come down first. She is no beginner; she knew the signs.

"Oh, you are so nice, so wet, Callie said. "Fuck, I hope you had a nice orgasm, a beautiful one."

"Oh yeah, very nice," I said. "I came so quickly. It is so fucking exciting meeting you at Macy's, you are being so hot and having the necklace. I was terribly excited when we pulled into your garage."

"Come on. Let me give you a tour of the house and something to eat," said Callie.

She gave me a tour of her spotless condominium. We ended up in the kitchen where she put on the kettle and put six Tesco cookies and cream "biscuits" out for us. I took a milk when she offered and dove into the biscuits (they were delicious). She went for a coffee, and I took one too. I love coffee, and it would give me a spurt of energy for the afternoon.

"I have to admit that I came to Macy's to pick up an older gal," I said. "My lesbian friends have told me it is a phase I have to go through. `Gladly, I had told them.'

At the Fragrance Bar there were just so many. So, I decided to go for the hottest babe I could find, hoping she would give me the time of day. You were so nice, so together at the Fragrance Bar. My heart was in my throat as I told you about my mother. You must have seen something in me."

"My dear, first I saw your beautiful face, then I noticed the key, and then I looked in your eyes and saw desire for me," said Callie. "It was all over by the time we started trying the three fragrances. Your mom is going to absolutely love Nº5. And I loved your description of it: `a young woman, a beautiful young woman' you said. That is, you, my dear. You are a goddess."

"Well, it certainly takes one to know one," I said.

She laughed. "Come here, you," said Callie.

She reached over and kissed me. We stood in her kitchen and made out, with more tongue than my teenage friends. She was so beautiful, and she loved me tenderly and did everything right. We went into her bedroom and made love. We did it all, and I graduated to the major leagues that day, able to bring the older woman to two orgasms. My confidence was at an all time high- she wanted to see me again and we set a date for two weeks, same bat-time, same bat-channel. Man, I am 'm loving it. She knows about Carmen and Gabriela but wants me and I want her.

The highlight of our time together was the strapon session. I bottomed first, and she give me a choice of five dildos to choose from. I chose a smooth purple one, about eight inches long and big around. There was little resemblance to a man's dick and the head of the dildo was a smooth round taper.

She was so gentle; she had done it fifty or a hundred times before. She asked if I was a virgin, and I said, "no way." She asked me if I wanted to suck it, and I said, "a little." The thought of a man was a big turn off, and she understood intuitively. We skipped the preliminaries. There is nothing like an older lesbian, one who is beautiful and experienced.

She patted the center of the bed, and I took the hint. I made my way there and waited on all fours for the moment, wagging my butt.

Everything about her was seductive: feminine and lesbian. The way she applied lube was just so, so hot. She moved slowly, but with purpose. She entered me without speaking and started to slowly stroke my cunt.

She got a call on her cell phone after about six or seven minutes of fucking. It must have been a WLW friend of hers because she took the call but kept on fucking me. I only heard one side of the convo, but it was flattering to say the least.

a. She was describing me as beautiful after telling her my name

b. She described me as a wanton bitch what came to the store looking to pick up a beautiful woman and she was quite flattered I chose her

c. She described me as an exotic girl of beauty and refinement

d. She said I was also a member of the Mother-Daughter Exchange society

e. She's known me for two hours, but it seems like years

"Of course, you can come over," said Callie. "You two have so much in common. See you soon."

She told me it was an intimate of hers and that I would love her. She continued her steady fucking of me, never letting me have a rest nor taking rest for herself. She again told me I was beautiful, and I immediately started to feel the tingle. I came shortly thereafter and immediately fell into post-coital bliss. I wanted to laugh at the phone call, the things that she was saying. I was so caught up in the ecstasy, in cumming, that I had no response.

She removed the harness and licked the dildo. She laid down beside me and stroked my long black hair while softly kissing me.

"You're just so beautiful, and a tremendous lover," she said. "Tell me your story again. I will never tire of hearing it. Give me the details of your lovers, of your parents, of your sister."

I started talking, just rambling. I told her of my mother, how she had always been a lesbian. I told her of my twin sister, how we did everything together. I went into detail about how the two of us fell in love, and how Carmen seduced my mother. We talked about the Miller twins and their wonderful mother Eve. Of Nancy, Kelsey, and Veronica and the incredible introduction to the Mother-Daughter Society.

She laid there the whole time, never interrupting me, and saving her few questions to end of my fairy tale. My back toward the door of her bedroom, and to my surprise a woman was standing there when I got up to go to the bathroom.

*****

She was a clone of Callie, and I could only guess it was her sister.

"God girl, where did you meet her. She is fabulous," she said as she was removing her clothing. "Hey gorgeous. I am Camilla, Callie's identical twin sister. You must be Marisol, yes?"

"That's right," I said. "Identical twin sister of Carmen and daughter of Gabriela."

I was on cloud nine as Camilla embraced me, tits to tits and lips to lips, and gave me a warm and welcoming kiss. It was like I knew her from somewhere, apart from her being Callie's sister. The kiss and the sex that followed was tonic for my soul.

Camilla chose the identical strapon with an eight-inch dildo. The three of us chatted like old friends while she cinched it up.

"This will be a first," I said. You all know how to treat a woman, right?"

Marisol, you have nothing to worry about," said Callie. "You are the boss. You tell us how much you can take, whether to go faster or slower. We have done it many times and we know what we are doing."

They goofed around with their dildos a bit, crossing swords and pretending to fuck one another. Once they got serious, I was sucking Callie's "dick" as Camilla lubed up and entered my VJ from behind. Believe me, she used a little lube, but it was unnecessary: I was so wet. Callie kept on feeding my mouth her dick, making sure I didn't gag on it.

It is interesting being topped by identical twins, the subtle differences in their strokes. But it was so, so good to be fucked by a beautiful woman. She diddled my clit from behind, and I was really responsive. Knowing that, she flipped me over doing me missionary, getting full access to my clitoris. Again, Callie did my mouth and my throat, and I was able to take more of her cock.

This time I tried to ignore the tingle, loving Camilla's stroke, her fucking. I could only concentrate on her so long, and I came loudly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck me Camilla you goddess," I cried. "Do me you whore, you lesbian slut."

"You like that, doncha," she said. "You love doing the twins, the blond babies, right?"

"Oh Yeah, I'm cumming," I said. "Does this answer your question? Oh God honey, I'm gonna cum so hard. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ahhhh.

"Feedmeyourdickyoublondgoddess, keepdoingitdon'tyoudarestop," I cried. "Uhnnhhh."

I came and came, having flashes of men and their puny dicks, so fucking glad to be where I am. I asked for water, and Callie led me to her kitchen.

"You are so advanced, my dear," she said as she poured me water from her frig. "Isn't it fun?"

"Why thank you and yes, it's funner than fun," I said. "I've only done about a dozen women and girls from school so far; I'm still on the journey. You two are in a class by yourself. So, can we try DPing with the two of you here?"

"Absolutely," said Callie. "That is why my sister came over. She just lives a half mile from here. From what I have seen, she is the best at it."

The break was great, but I was happy to be back, and Callie and I joined Camilla in the bedroom. I did not see Camilla nod to Callie nor Callie reaching under her pillow. She pulled out lesbian poppers, a smallish brown bottle with a pink label. Removing, the top, she told me to close one nostril and breathe deeply the vapors. She demonstrated the move for me. We all took a couple hits.

I loved the smell of the female poppers. It gave me a quiet, soft energy and all I wanted to do was fuck. Immediately I felt my mind and my body loosening up. I wanted to be fucked and my asshole pulsed with desire.

I got in the middle of the bed on all fours, as did Camilla. She started exploring my asshole with her fingers and her mouth and tongue. Immediately she told me she loved the taste and smell of it, and I breathed a silent prayer, thanking God. I relaxed after a minute or so, and she slipped her tongue inside. I couldn't believe how wonderful that felt.

"God it is good to be gay," I said to myself. "It is so good to be a woman who loves woman."

She lubed me up and lubed the strapon also. Still on all fours, Callie entered me from behind with her shaft, going a little at a time. Soon she was deep inside me and sawing in and out of my hole. It hurt, but I was not a sissy girl, and I really loved it. She filled me up with long strokes, and then pulled out. I had watched a few DPs on Pornhub, so I knew the drill, and went about it methodically.

Callie laid on the bed, back down, and scooched up against the pile of pillows. Then I sat down on the strapon, and it really felt good. I leaned my back against her- I was lying flat against her. The strapon stayed in my cunt and she moved very little. She started playing with my tits as I waited for Camilla; she even stroked my hair. I loved it. I was very wet and surprisingly relaxed.

Camilla was on the bed waiting patiently for us. Once I indicated that I was comfortable, she started teasing my vagina, rubbing the dildo up and down my very puffy slit. She looked me in the eyes, and I felt a love for her then.

"First time?" she asked me.

"Yep," I said.

"Well, we're flattered you want to be with us," she said. "You are so beautiful, my dear. Just exquisite. I am so glad Callie met you."

"Me too," I replied. "You guys are just stunning, I have to say."

"Awww. That is so nice to hear," said Camilla. "Well, here it goes. Nice and easy to begin." She inserted the strapon in my vagina, and began to fuck me, steadily. Callie was behind me with her strap buried in my asshole. She remained still.

For my first time at DPing I thought I did quite well (and the ladies concurred). Camilla was moving in and out of me like a machine, albeit a little slower than usual. She regularly bent forward to kiss me and played with my tits (aggressively). Her and I made endless eye contact and said a lot of things to one another. I remember a bit of what was said.

"Hey, you lesbo, how `ya like the doubling action," said Camilla. "Does it come up to your standards, seeing how we're older women?"

"Shit, girlfriend, you fuck better than the lassies I run with," I retorted. "Unhhh, whew. Agghhhh...I am loving it. The high schoolers need to get to the gym more often to be able to do this."

"One thing's for sure: you don't need to hit the gym, baby," she said. "You are a natural, kind of like Callie and me. Wouldn't you agree Cal?"

"Fuck yes," said Callie. "No extra baggage on this train. She's fit; fine as hell and fit. I just made that analogy up. I'm killing myself."

We all laughed at this revelation.

"Today is the time for two firsts: DP for Marisol and making up new analogies by Callie," said Camilla.

We laughed again; this time so hard that both strapons popped out of me. Camilla nodded to Callie, who inserted hers in me first. Camilla followed suit, again diddling my clit while she was at it.

I began lifting myself off Callie, experiencing deep anal pleasure. She put the poppers under my nose, and I breathed in the heavenly vapors. Camilla took some as well. We were in a groove, and neither Republicans nor the Church could stop us.

So, I was hugely successful in scoring; I picked up an older woman at work, she took me to her place, and we fucked. Shoot, the sex was good. We made a date for more consensual sex! I learned so much that day. The main thing was joy; there was a smile on their faces, and laughter in the hearts as they fucked me. Give me more of that, please.

*****

As I dressed to go Lauren her daughter appeared in the door. She saw me tuck my boobs into my dress and laughed.

"I'm Lauren," she said. "And you are?"

"Lauren, meet Marisol Alameda," said Callie. "Hopefully, she is a new friend of our extended family. I think you two may have a few things in common."

"Hi, I'm Marisol," I said. "Your mother and I met at the Fragrance Bar. Today. And I am a friend of your family."

"Mom, it is not supposed to work like this," complained Lauren. "I am supposed to get the young beauties and you supposed to bed the thirty and forty somethings. Or that is what we said."

"Sorry honey, I have a high-profile job with the feminine part of the population," said Callie. "Anyway, this young lady is a new member of the Society. She is an identical twin, and her mother is gorgeous. They joined the Society recently with another mother and set of twins. Everyone is going gay, it seems. Ooh la la."

"Lauren, I'm sure you will have many get together with Marisol," said Callie. "Why don't you go somewhere and get acquainted. I will just be here with Camilla."

Lauren winked at her mother. She and I went into another room, drink in hand. We sat on a sofa and sipped our drinks, making chit chat about the Society. I felt myself getting wet again; soon I felt a tingle. She was just so hot; I imagined doing her right then, on the sofa. We put the drinks on the coffee table, and she kissed me on the mouth and told me how glad she was to meet me. Her mouth tasted lovely, and soon the kissing and hugging was hot and heavy.

It occurred to me that I had become a true lesbian slut. I loved my new calling. So many girls; so little time. We walked over to Lauren's bedroom and shut the door. I was pleased and quite amazed at the décor. Lauren had her room painted a light shade of lavender. She had little pictures of woman sprinkled here and there, but mainly concentrated near her bed. She had a medium-sized WLW flag on the wall opposite her bed. Her bedroom was just so, so perfect. We both shed our clothes and came together on her (real) Persian rug.

"Half an hour ago I had never heard of you," she told me. "Now I can't get enough of you. Come hear Ms. Alameda."

OMG she was great in bed. We used all tools available to us including a strapon and a vibe. She was so uninhibited, so wild, so intuitively wonderful.

We fucked for an hour. She was between girlfriends and asked me if I would go out with her. I had lots of lesbian friends, but no true girlfriend (except for Carmen, of course). I said "yes," and that was a major turning point in my life. I really became more of a lesbian slut...and less of one. That is, all sex went through the framework of the Society and Lauren my girlfriend. I met many wonderful women: gorgeous, moneyed, and older than me. But Lauren and I stayed together, and we are still together in 2022. We are planning on getting married in 2024.

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