Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 13:30:47 -0800
From: Fantasy Fling <tripartitealliance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tanisha's Awakening (Chapters One - Three)

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Tanisha was a fairly ordinary girl. She was not rich or spoiled, in
fact she and her mother lived in a trailer park in Chehalis, WA. They
shared a fairly pleasant, two bedroom double-wide trailer and had
lived there for most of Tanisha's 19 years. Her father had left home,
never to return, 17 years previously. He'd left his wife with a
mountain of bills and a two year-old daughter to raise. Laresha James
had done her best, selling the house, settling most of the bills,
siccing social services on her husband and his new blonde girlfriend
for child support. He fought the suit, of course, but he found himself
fighting the resources of the state and the fact that he simply didn't
want to pay $300 per month – out of the $3300 he made – didn't impress
the judge. Laresha took the support, got a job, and moved into the
trailer park.
They'd held on well enough. Tanisha was a bright girl and, driven by
her mother's desire that she should do well and be independent when
she grew up, stayed near the top of her classes. As she grew, Tanisha
added "pretty" to her list of personal adjectives and "bright" became
"intelligent." Indeed, she looked lovely. Her large eyes held a
liquid, expressive quality in their dark brown depths. Her lips were
lush and full, her complection a rich, earthy and warm brown. Her hips
filled out and rounded beautifully, and her butt took shape, while her
breasts filled out to a middling 32B. She wasn't tall or voluptuous,
per se, but she was pretty and had curves in the right places. Her
mother had long straightened her own hair, and began to do the same
with her daughter's, adding coloring then discarding the idea when the
loveliness of Tanisha's natural color made itself apparent.
Unlike most high school girls, Tanisha did not become obsessed with
the "dating scene" and its drama, or with the "popular crowd." She
accepted a few dates, none of them leading to much of anything, went
to a few dances and had fun. However, she had a mission and its goal
was a 4.0 grade point average. A heavily involved social life did not
lend itself to this goal. National Honor Society, girls' basketball,
and music, however did and she applied herself. Her letterman's jacket
carried the signs of her efforts, bearing letters for sports and jazz
band. Tanisha had not been satisfied with the normal "girls
instruments" – clarinet, saxophone, or flute and had learned guitar,
delving into the complex world of sound that she discovered in the
recordings her father had left behind. In her final game, Tanisha
contributed 19 points – 8 lay ups and a 3 pointer – to her team's 79 -
14 rout of Vancouver.
After graduation, Pell Grants, Student Loans, and Scholarships paved
the way for Tanisha to better her life. A small car transported her to
and from school and a part-time job. Again, Tanisha paid scant
attention to sorority rush, or to the turmoil of college social life.
She had a mission and a goal. Its name was "Baccalaureate."
Laresha had not started a new relationship or found a new husband.
She'd been far too busy and far too upset to pin her hopes on another
who might prove just as flawed and unreliable and flawed as the first
attempt at marital bliss. Joe, her ex husband, passed through a string
of girlfriends, all younger than he and blonde. The last she'd heard
of him was in a motion to reduce support. He'd been cited for DUI and
wanted the money to pay for his fines and mandatory treatment. Laresha
was having none of it. So she worked, she kept her home healthy and
pleasant. She raised her daughter.
Inevitably, the worlds of mother and daughter grew somewhat apart.
Tanisha occupied herself with college and work. Laresha was busy with
home and work. The two remained emotionally close, but time made
separations in their lives and Laresha, at age 37, had found reason
not to challenge this state of affairs. She became involved in a new
relationship. This relationship was passionate and involved, and
Laresha didn't speak of it. She was involved during the day, while her
daughter attended school and appeared single and tired when Tanisha
arrived home in the evenings.
But all things change, and time has a way of causing change. One
Friday afternoon, Tanisha found herself with only a half-day in
classes due to a homecoming football game. As fate would have it, this
Friday was also one of the two weekends per month she had off work.
School ended at noon, and Tanisha had no work commitment to fulfill.
She went home, glad of a break to relax. She'd mentioned the upcoming
day to her mother two weeks prior, but Laresha had forgotten it
somewhere in the whirlwind between work, live and lover. Laresha's
love life was in full swing when her daughter walked in the door at
1:00 PM that Friday afternoon.
Tanisha noticed immediately that something unusual was in progress in
her home. Her mother was not in the front rooms to greet her. A bottle
of Bacardi and a two liter of Coke sat on the dining table and three,
mostly empty, glasses sat on the coffee table in the living room. A
combination of perfume and female muskiness hung in the air, giving
the younger woman a strange, but somewhat familiar and pleasurable
sense of "twinge" in her stomach.  Moans and muted voices issued from
the back of the trailer, where the bedrooms lay.
Tanisha was no stranger to sex. It was never a tabu subject in her
home and she'd seen plenty of love play both from her fellow high
school students and in college. She'd had a couple of encounters
herself. Invariably with boys her own age, grunting and sweating and
fumbling until the boy came and collapsed on top of her, after only a
few minutes of intercourse, leaving her unsatisfied. Masturbation
afterward, in the shower had usually fixed this problem, although
she'd oddly not been thinking of the boy who'd just finished fucking
her. There were no illusions in this department. Her sexual
experiences with boys her own age had been clumsy fucking with two
horny young people trying to get off. Invariably one succeeded, the
other did not. Tanisha didn't feel badly or shocked that her mother
was getting some attention and pleasure. She was actually glad of it.
Laresha had sacrificed a lot for her and deserved some fun. She hoped
it was better than what she got at school in someone's dorm room.
Setting down her day pack, she walked languidly toward the rear of the
trailer. She had to pass her mother's room to reach her own and was
mildly surprised to see that the sliding door stood open. Mom clearly
had other things on her mind. Tanisha paused, and leaned forward,
peering around the corner into the room, and froze.
As expected, her mother lay on her back naked on the bed. Her legs
spread and her generous hips pumping upward in pleasure. However,
topping her was not a male, but rather two female forms. Laying
between her thighs, hands reaching up to caress her full breasts, from
which protruded hard nipples, and mouth glue to her pussy, Tanisha
registered the curvy, milk white form of a red-haired woman. Laresha
groaned and humped her face as she licked and sucked the black woman's
clit and pussy. Her face was coated with shiny vaginal juices, and the
redhead moaned her own pleasure as her hips pumped against the
mattress.
Adding to Tanisha's surprise was a third female body – that of a
skinny-looking, obviously younger red haired girl – kneeling across
her mother's shoulders and feeding her own pussy into Laresha's mouth.
Wide-eyed, but silent, Tanisha watched her mother suck the girl's clit
and slide her tongue through her slit as her hands caressed the white
teen's small ass. After what seemed hours, but was likely only
minutes, both Laresha and her younger lover reached powerful orgasms,
grinding their pussies against the mouths that eagerly pleasured them.
Tanisha could see that her mother's two lovers were clearly mother and
daughter. She wanted to speak, to shout, to scream, but she could only
watch as the orgasms subsided and the three women on the bed began to
kiss and lick each others' faces.
Her mother was gay. She was here, in her bedroom having sex with not
one, but two women – Tanisha could not think of the obviously
experienced younger as a "girl" anymore – and had hidden her life away
from her daughter. Tanisha had seen girls – and boys – kissing near
the LGBT information booth at the student center during "rush" and had
watched with some interest but had never tried a same-sex encounter
herself. Not for lack of offers, but simply because she was otherwise
occupied. Now, here was her mother, clearly no stranger to the two
female bodies with whom she shared her bed, engaging in lascivious and
brazen lesbianism. Tanisha felt stunned, and unable to move. She found
herself longing to be elsewhere, anywhere, at work, but she could only
stare and become gradually aware of a warm moistness growing between
her own thighs.
Laresha and her two lovers were far from finished with their lustful
exercise. As the pussy juice on her and the younger girl's face was
replaced with saliva, she pulled the older of the two up onto the bed
and onto her back. Spreading the pale woman's thighs apart, Laresha
bent her lips to the woman's crotch. She tenderly licked up and down
just outside her lover's vaginal lips, then began to suck them, and
finally moved to take the woman's clit into her mouth, and ran her
tongue all over and into the soaking pussy before her, as her hands
reached up to mimic those of this woman earlier, fondling the
redhead's smaller breasts. Laresha pinched and tweaked the woman's
nipples as her tongue greedily explored the pussy nestled within the
redish fuzz in front of her.
Meanwhile, the younger redhead did not remain alone. Her next act was
stunning. It insured that Tanisha remained rooted to the spot. She
climbed onto the older, red-haired woman's shoulders, kneeling across
her face as she had before and offered her young, soaking wet pussy to
her mother's eager mouth. The older woman lost no time in addressing
tongue and lips to her own daughter's vagina. Juices ran down her chin
as the younger girl humped her face ecstatically. The woman reached up
to caress her ass and then slid two fingers into the younger woman's
pussy from behind, pumping them in and out, fucking her own daughter
while eating her pussy.
The scent of female musk was heavy in the air of the small room.
Tanisha's nose was acutely aware of it and, to her own shock, became
aware that a new, distinct scent had joined it. Tanisha's own arousal
musk wafted up to her nostrils and she was almost painfully aware of
the wetness between her own legs. Her panties – Tanisha favored thongs
– were soaked through and her own clit was throbbing, aching to be
touched. She wanted to feel lips and tongue on it, as she was seeing,
and as none of the boys at school had ever tried. Clearly cunnilingus
- yes Tanisha, being neither innocent or idiot, knew the word –
offered a much greater avenue for sexual fulfillment than did a short,
clumsy fuck with a shower nozzle to finish the job. But she was not
ready for this. She was certainly not ready to discover her mother in
a homosexual tryst that included, she wanted to shake her head, incest
by two of her lovers. Watching the scene before her, Tanisha wanted
badly to slip her hand down the front of her low-cut jeans and stroke
her aching clit, but she did not. That much willpower she still had.
She might be rooted to the spot, horribly and achingly aroused, but
she wasn't going to rub herself off in the doorway like some sleazy
peeping tom.
She found that this thought jarred her, granted motion back to her
legs and she silently withdrew. Walking softly, she slipped back out
into the front rooms and collected her purse and car keys. She hoped
none of the lovers in her mother's bedroom heard when she started the
Nissan's small engine and backed out of the car park. She needed to
get away. She needed to think. But most of all, she needed to deal
with the aching throbbing wet mess inside her soaking panty crotch.
She drove away, headed back to school. Back to the girl's locker room
at the Nat. She was certain that it would be deserted and a hot shower
would clear her head while she attended to the urgency of her physical
needs.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tammy Tripp – the teenage girl
straddling her mother's mouth – watched her withdraw. She drew a deep
breath and returned her attention to the pleasure that her mother's
lips and tongue delivered to her tight, young pussy. She'd hoped that
...Tanisha ... that was her name ... would join them. The black girl was
every bit as lush and desirable as her mother had said over rum and
cokes. Tammy smiled inwardly as her mother's tongue brought another
orgasm between her pumping hips. There was nobody as desirable, as out
and out hot, as a pretty black girl. Tammy had loved pussy for all of
her sexually aware life, and she loved black pussy above all other.
Though younger than Tanisha, Tammy was by far the more sexually
experienced. Like Tanisha's, her household had been very sexual open,
though her mother was a confirmed sensualist. Unlike Tanisha's
upbringing however, Tammy mother, Joyce, had never sought to hide her
lesbianism. She's always brought home her dates and lovers and Tammy
had grown up accepting woman to woman relationships as a fact of life,
although her mother, until recently, had never dated women who lived
close by. Like Tanisha, she'd grown up in the trailer park and she
knew that a majority of the people who lived there were hard-core
fundamental Christians who would have hounded  and harassed them from
the park, had they known. Tammy had played with Tanisha as a child and
had attended the same schools, although she doubted that the
grades-mad older girl had ever noticed the quiet red-haired girl who
flicked surreptitious glances her way as they grew older.
Tammy, comfortable with her mother's lesbian life, had simply accepted
the fact when her budding sexual imagination insisted upon conjuring
up naked girls for her fantasies. She'd simply been happy that her
thoughts ran to soft bodies, curved butts, caressable, suckable tits
and wet vaginas. While Tanisha had thrown herself into basketball;
shorter and more slender Tammy had joined the girls' swim team. There
she'd instantly recognized the coach's carefully controlled and
secretive interest in her charges. Tammy also appreciated the fact
that the swim coach could never leave even a hint of her desires where
the wrong eyes might see them, or the wrong parental ears pick them
up. However, three of the eight girls who swam competitively were also
gay and these girls provided – in the safety and secrecy of their own
bedrooms – Tammy's first sexual adventures. From age 13 to 16, Tammy
slept with other girls from the swim team. Sometimes at sleepovers at
their homes – hiding when necessary from prying parents – and
sometimes in the permissive safety of her bedroom Tammy learned to
savor the musky sweet taste of the other girls' pussies. She was quick
to surrender herself to pleasures of their lips and tongues.
Tammy's own surprise had come when she was sixteen. She'd come in from
a night out with her friends to the familiar smell of female musk and
sounds of female pleasure in their home. She'd walked quietly back to
her mother's room, not from fear but simply from wanting to see – as
well as hear and smell – without disturbing. Her surprise had come
from finding that her mother's naked female companion was her swim
coach. Tammy had quietly touched herself, watching the two older women
engrossed in each other's bodies. Where Tanisha's arousal had become
so great as to cause her withdrawal from the tableau; Tammy simply
shed her clothes and climbed into bed with the older women. Her mother
had been wide eyed, and startled, but Coach had lustfully spread her
milky thighs wide and devoured her young pussy. Tammy's first orgasm
with an older woman had felt volcanic, and then, as the waves of
pleasure subsided, Coach had slipped first one, then gradually two
fingers inside her and proceeded to gently fuck her. Tammy had
responded, pumping her hips enthusiastically against the older woman's
hand. She'd looked over to see her mother, lying on her side against
the wall, still wide-eyed and with a guilty expression on her face,
masturbating as she watched her lover take her daughter. This had
excited Tammy and she became more and more wet, climbing toward her
second orgasm. However, just before she reached that peak, Coach had
withdrawn her fingers and smilingly reached over to stroke them across
her mother's lips. Joyce's eyes had widened into a "deer in the
headlights" look but her lips obeyed and coach slipped her fingers
inside the other woman's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Joyce still looked panicky, but she greedily sucked
Tammy's juices from Coach's fingers, moaning as she did.
Coach smiled, withdrew her fingers and re-entered Tammy with them. She
then repeated the process. Joyce's expression, she sucked pussy juices
from those fingers the second time, turned to one of mindless lust.
"Tammy, kiss your mother," Coach suggested quietly and Tammy complied.
She quickly delved into her mother's soft mouth, tasting two kinds of
musky sweetness within.
"Don't you taste sweet in her mouth?" Coach asked again. Tammy nodded.
Coach again entered her with two fingers and fucked her almost to the
point of orgasm before feeding the juices to her mother. "Wouldn't you
love for your mother to eat your pussy?"
Joyce's eyes widened again, but Tammy was already stroking her breasts
and Coach pulled her over to kneel between her daughter's legs. Joyce
gazed down at the fuzzy mound before her.
"Do you want her to eat your pussy?" Coach asked again in that low, husky voice.
"Yes," Tammy breathed. "Please mom, please. I want to feel your mouth
on my pussy."
Almost mechanically, Joyce lowered her lips to Tammy's pussy. As her
tongue began to enter her young slit, Tammy felt another orgasmic
tidal wave building inside her.
"Yes, please Mom, just like that. Eat my pussy. I'm so hot and wet for
you," Tammy whispered. Coach began to kiss Tammy and to lick and suck
her nipples as Joyce went down on the teen-aged girl. Tammy began to
hump her lips, grinding her pussy into her mother's mouth as she had
with her team mates. In moments, a second massive orgasm shook Tammy's
slender frame. Tammy had both her mother's and Coach's pussies that
night, and dutifully repeated Coach's warning the next morning before
she left. But a line had been crossed. A dangerous double tabu had
been broken. Tammy and her mother had become lovers and slept together
often. Sometimes, Coach or another woman would join them and Tammy's
taste for older women grew. But there lingered in her mind, the image
of the beautiful black girl on the basketball team. Tanisha had never,
until that fateful Friday, noticed her sexually. As her mother's lips
brought her to orgasm, and Tammy bucked in pleasure, knowing that
Laresha's gorgeous, dark pussy awaited her, silently swore that
Tanisha would be hers. Tanisha would be all hers – her girlfriend –
they might share other lovers, but Tammy and Tanisha would become a
couple.
Tanisha drove into the student parking near the Nat on her school
campus. She wanted space to think; needed privacy to resolve the
conflicting feelings both within her head and between her legs. The
road had not been kind in that department. Every bump had caused her
crotch to push into the seat sending small waves of pleasure up
through her body. Her nipples remained achingly hard and her mind
replayed images from her mother's bedroom. She parked and hurried
inside, using her student pass key. Tanisha hoped the Nat would be
deserted, this time of evening it usually held swimmers but the short
day had been to promote a major game, and she hoped all of the other
students, and staff, would attend.
At first she seemed in luck. The hallways stood empty. Silence reigned
in the corridors. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Tanisha made her
way to the girls' changing room. At the door she again used her pass
key to enter – the school kept strict rules about female privacy – and
slipped inside. She felt, rather than heard, the heavy door shut
behind her. That was not a kindness. The vibrations caused her body to
react, and shivers went up from her pussy causing her body to tremble.
She had no choice but admit her arousal at the sight of her mother
having wanton sex with two other females. She didn't want to admit the
implications of her now highly sensitized and soaking wet pussy. She
didn't want to admit that she wanted to feel female lips and tongues
on her nipples. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the images in
her memory and they kept her nipples erect and her panty crotch
soaked.
She found her locker and leaned her back against it. What she needed
was a hot shower to relax her tension and then a cold swim to bring
her stubbornly aroused body back under her control. Right now,
however, her hands felt too shaky to work the combination lock. She
simply leaned and, as she did so, she became aware of a new
pleasurable sensation in her pussy. Her hand, seemingly of its own
accord, rubbed hard against the material of her jeans crotch. It's
pressure, in turn, forced her soaking panty crotch against her clit
and a new wave of wetness began to inundate her clothing.
Dimly, she also became aware of another sound in the changing room.
Hushed voiced whispered and "mmmm'd" from nearby. In the dead silence,
they sounded deafening and Tanisha knew instantly that the sounds were
made by two female voices. Two girls, only a locker row away, were
making out. She groaned to herself. That was all she needed. She'd
come here to settle herself down, but the two lust-filled female
voices from the next row added to her excitement as badly as did her
rebellious hand, which was now fumbling with the front fastenings of
her jeans. Tanisha was forced to admit that she badly wanted to feel
fingers, female fingers, caressing her pussy. What was worse, she
wanted to join the owners of the two voices next row over. Her
imagination filled with images of what she might find, were she to
walk over.
Slowly she straightened up and tried to compose herself. Her logical
mind railed against what she knew she was doing. It's cries of
"reason" and "danger" fell on deaf inner ears as other demands –
desire and fulfillment – drowned them out. Tanisha took one slow,
quiet step, then another. The short distance down the row and across
the bank of lockers loomed in front of her as she walked. Time slowed
to a crawl, though Tanisha knew that she needed only a few seconds to
traverse that yawning gulf of distance.
Pausing at the last corner, she peered around and saw what she'd known
would be there. A slender brunette girl had her blonde friend backed
up against the lockers. The two girls looked about Tanisha's age, and
very pretty. Both their faces flushed pink with lust and the skin
around their lips was red from aggressive kissing. The brunette had
both hands up the blonde's t-shirt and caressed her small-appearing
breasts inside it. Tanisha noted that neither girl appeared to wear a
bra under their shirts. The blonde had one hand inside the front of
her girlfriend's jean shorts and Tanisha could clearly make out the
movements of her fingers and the humping motions they provoked from
the brunette's hips. Neither girl seemed aware of anything or anyone
except the girl in front of her.
Tanisha leaned sideways against the lockers, her hand – until now back
under her control – found her jeans crotch once more and began to rub.
She let out what that last rational component of her mind hoped would
be an inaudible sigh. It came out as a loud moan. Instantly, the two
girls stopped their kissing. Hands slid from breasts and jerked from
shorts. Their heads turned and first stared, with some indignation,
then they grinned. Tanisha knew why.
"Been there long?" the dark haired girl asked.
"Only a moment or two," Tanisha managed, trying to stifle a sigh at
the same time.
"Obviously, you like what you're seeing," the blonde girl giggled. Her
hair was long, straight, and nearly white – platinum blonde. Her
friend wore her nearly black hair short – "boy cut" – and indeed, had
it not been for the swell of her hips and the hard nipples pressing
against her t-shirt material, Tanisha might have taken her for a very
pretty boy.
"Uuuuuuuuh ..." She had no good answer.
The brunette turned to face her and Tanisha's eyes took her in. A
pretty, but almost boyish face with a defined jaw and sharply pointed
chin. Bright blue eyes twinkled puckishly at her from under short,
waved over bangs. Small, pert breasts with hard nipples pressed out
against thin t-shirt material, while her still-unbuttoned jean shorts
revealed the waistband of a tight, black thong panty. These covered
hips that were narrow, yet still swelled girlishly. Her left ear was
pierced five or six times, with an assortment of studs and small
rings, while the right held one jewelry piece less. Tanisha couldn't
believe that her eyes lingered on the brunette's crotch and slender
legs. The girl grinned at her again.
The blonde also turned and slipped under her girlfriend's arm. Her
figure appeared likewise slender, although she wore tight fitting,
full length jeans that accented her hips, while exposing her tummy.
Her belly button displayed a small jeweled stud. Her face was slightly
more round, and more girlish than the brunette's but her blue eyes
held a similar mischief.
"So," the blonde spoke again, "what are you doing in the Nat? Avoiding
the sports crowd and heard us so you decided to take a peek at the
naughty dykes?"
"Uh, no," Tanisha stammered. "I saw something earlier this afternoon,
back at my house, and I needed to come and clear my head."
"Looked to me like you were clearing something besides your head," the
brunette teased.
"Well, uh," why couldn't she articulate? "What I saw ..."
"Really turned you on?" the blonde asked, "and shocked you because
you, miss straight-laced, liked it"
"Uh, yeah ..." a thought occurred to Tanisha "How do you know anything about me?"
"Silly," the blonde girl smiled. "You're in Dr. Fenwick's English Lit
201, aren't you?"
"Uh, yes ..."
"I sit behind you," the blonde girl's grin widened. "I knew you're gay
and I've been checking out your ass for months now."
"Oh," connected the brunette. "This is the girl you've been telling me about."
"Telling you about?" Tanisha's eyes widened. It had never occurred to
her that anyone talked about her, let alone in the way these girls
were hinting.
"Oh yes," the brunette affirmed. "Lynn's wanted you in the worst possible way."
Tanisha wasn't sure she liked this idea, but her eyes kept roaming the
two girls' figures, and where indignation should have responded, her
pussy simply added to the heat and wetness already between her legs.
"How do you "know" that I'm gay?" Tanisha wondered if she'd been
wearing some kind of sign that read "closet lesbo" on her forehead.
"You trip my "gaydar" like crazy," Lynn told her, "and I've watched
you checking out Dr. Fenwick's tits all semester."
"I what?" now Tanisha was shocked. Sure, she'd been aware that her
English lecturer had nice breasts but ... checking them out? Had she
been staring?
"Don't worry," the brunette laughed. "We all check her out. Fenwick's
hot, and gay, and would probably be in the Tri-Delt house right now,
if it wouldn't get her fired."
"How do you know she's gay?" Tanisha wanted to know.
"Don't you ever read posters in the Student Union?" Lynn laughed. "All
of our GLBTRS ads have her name on them. She's the faculty head of
GLiBTRees"
"Glib trees?" Tanisha's forehead furrowed.
"Gay – Lesbian – Bisexual – Trans – Resource – Studies" Lynn replied.
All of us Tri-Delts are members, and all of the Epsilon Omicron boys
too. Then we have a lot of members who aren't in our sorority or the
frat."
"There's a gay sorority?"
Lynn laughed. "You are naοve, Tanisha. Delta Delta Delta has been
around for fifty years. We're the lesbian sorority. Hell, they even
make porn about us."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," Lynn nodded. "As if nobody in the other clubs eats pussy."
"And they do?"
Both girls laughed, running their hands over each other as they did.
Tanisha felt a new wave of wetness and realized with a shock that
she'd never stopped rubbing her crotch. She started to pull her hand
away.
"Oh, don't stop now" Lynn interjected. "You have no idea how hot that is."
"How hot what is?"
"Seeing a gorgeous black girl like you, looking at us, and rubbing
herself because you want us."
"So now I want you?" Tanisha cocked her head a bit.
"Why else would you be checking us out like that and rubbing your
pussy through your pants?"
"Uh, oh yeah," Tanisha wasn't used to this sort of frank appraisal. On
the other hand, she had to admit that Lynn was right. She did want the
two girls in front of her. She wanted them badly.
"Why don't we go back to my room?" the brunette suggested. "The game's
almost over and this place'll fill up half an hour after that. We
don't want to get caught with our panties down." She added slyly.
Tanisha knew the rules about sexual conduct on campus. Sex – of any
kind – in public was grounds for expulsion if the participants were
caught.
"Where's your room?"
"Branson Hall," the brunette answered airly. "I'm Casey, by the way."
"Tanisha"
"We know," both girls grinned at her. Lynn shook her hand, and rubbed
her palm with expert fingertips. Tingles raced up Tanisha's arm and
she felt an instant response inside her panties. Lynn grinned. Casey
next took her hand and kissed the palm, then lightly licked it.
Tanisha moaned and started forward.
"Not yet, gorgeous," Casey smiled. "We have to get to my place. I just
wanted to be sure."
"Sure?"
"That you're gay, not just reacting to something exotic."
"Well, I don't know if I'm gay," Tanisha ventured.
"But you're very turned on," Casey continued.
"And I did see something exotic – it shook me," She finished.
"And it made you wet and hot as all hell," Lynn added.
"Yes," Tanisha nodded.
"Tell us about it on the way over," Casey told her "and stop rubbing
your pussy before we go outside." She grinned. "We want to go to my
place, not to Campus Police."
Tanisha swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew about Campus Police
and didn't want to wind up there. But she was also feeling an odd
mixture of arousal and trepidation. She knew very well that once she
walked into Casey's dorm room, the two white girls would be all over
her. She also knew that she wanted this – rather badly – but she was
still nervous. Clumsy fucking with the odd boy was one thing. Intense
homosexual encounters with very experienced girls was another
entirely. She worried that once she'd been to bed with these girls,
she'd never want to touch a boy again. Or worse, maybe boys had some
sort of "gaydar" that would turn them off her, force her into
repetitions of the adventure she was about to experience, and propel
her into the sort of relationship her mother now cultivated with other
women. This was scary and she shook a little.
"So, tell us what happened that got you all worked up and jumpy?" Lynn
asked as they left the vicinity of the Nat.
"Today, we got out of classes at noon and I went home ..."
"...and what?" Casey demanded. "Did you catch your little sister with
another girl?"
"No, my mom."
Both girls turned their heads to look at her, Two pairs of eyebrows shot up.
"Your mom is gay?" Casey asked. "Or did she just get seduced by
another woman? Older women experiment too, you know."
"She's gay." Tanisha affirmed. "She knows what she was doing and she
was with two women, or one woman and a girl."
"A girl?"
"About our age, I think" Tanisha agreed.
"Holy shit!" Lynn giggled. "That is a lot to come home to. Your mom is
gay and she's cougin' on top of it."
"Couging?" Tanisha asked.
"She likes younger girls. She fucks teens."
"Yes, that's it then," Tanisha admitted. "My mother is couging and so
is the other woman she's with."
"Ah," Casey smiled. "They both fucked the younger girl."
"Yes," Tanisha told them, "and I think the older woman is the teen
girl's mother. I've seen them around before and they look a lot
alike."
"Kinky," purred Casey. "It does happen sometimes. At least neither her
mom, or yours, can get that girl pregnant. That's what fucks up dirty
old men, you know."
"But this girl was humping ..."
"On her mother's mouth." Casey finished, "You don't have to explain. I
I'm horny enough as it is."
"That makes you hornier?" Tanisha was shocked.
"It turned you on, didn't it?"
"Well, yes," Tanisha had to admit.
"... and your mother, fucking both of them, that turned you on too."
Casey pressed.
"Yes," Tanisha didn't know why she couldn't duck behind a comfortable
white lie. "It did."
"If your mom was eating your pussy, would you cum?" Lynn asked with a wink.
"I ..." Tanisha nearly panicked.
"Go ahead ..." Casey prompted.
"Yes, I would come," Tanisha admitted, "and I'd eat her pussy too."
"You want to, don't you" Lynn grinned at her sidewise.
"Yes."
"Relax," Casey told her. "You're with nice girls who understand you."
"You don't seem too surprised."
"It happens all the time," Casey shrugged. "if guys do it there's all
sorts of abuse issues because they play power games. But for girls,
sometimes the easiest and safewest way to be gay is with a relative
who'll keep your secret – until you come out that is."
"You don't say?"
"My first time was with my older sister," Casey confided. "She caught
me watching her porn and fingering my pussy."
"Really?" Tanisha's eyes widened.
"Oh yes," Casey told her. "She said "Want me to show you how it's
done?" I said "Please ..." and she fucked me. Lynn's fucked her too. We
shared her when she visited in the fall."
"You mean you fucked your sister in your dorm room?"
"Oh no," Casey reproved. "We got a motel room the first time and did
it at Tri-Delt the second."
"At the sorority house?"
"Yep," Casey sounded smug. "But there were six girls getting in on
that time, and nobody even blinked when she went down on me and Lynn.
They were too busy getting into her pussy. My sister is hot."
"I see," Tanisha didn't know what to make of this intelligence. It
seemed as though with the breaking of one cultural tabu, many others
became fair game. Still, she had to admit that she was even hornier
and wanted to see her two new friends naked. The smell of their
arousal had reached her, and she wanted to taste the source of that
intoxicating scent.
"Here we are," Casey unlocked the door and the three girls entered the
dorm building. The desk monitor was nowhere to be seen. This puzzled
Tanisha until Casey poked an elbow toward the lounge area. The monitor
lay on her back, on a couch, with another girl kneeling between her
spread legs. Both of them watched the three, obviously waiting for
them to move on.
"Shannon is so gay," Casey giggled. "She's fucked nearly every girl in
the hall."
"Really?"
"Oh yes," Lynn replied. "There are two religious sticks-in-the-mud on
the third floor, and I don't think Shannon's got down their panties
yet, but otherwise, she's had just about everyone, gay, bi or
"straight."
"You're kidding," Tanisha couldn't believe her ears. "She's fucked
straight girls?"
"Lover," Lynn told her, "you just have no idea how many girls actually
like pussy. Just about any girl has at least tasted herself and liked
it." She giggled as they stepped onto the elevator.
"What's so funny?"
"Last time Shannon had monitor," Lynn's giggles grew louder as the
elevator doors closed on them. "Casey and I were peeping, just a
little, because Miko – her girlfriend – is really hot."
"...and we heard a noise ..." Casey continued.
"...and looked, and there were the two crazy Christians. They were
hiding around the corner, peeping at Shannon, and they had their hands
in their panties. They'll deny it up and down, but they were perving
all over Shannon and Miko."
"Really?" Tanisha was skeptical.
"Gorgeous," Casey told her, "Christians are really just big perverts
who can't admit how pervy they are. They're not afraid of us because
we're "different." They're afraid because they're bigger pervs than
any lesbian, and they're scared to admit it. All their bible-thumping
is just a big front. Why do you think their big preachers get caught
with hookers, or screwing their own kids?"
"You're kidding."
"Nope. You hear about that "revival preacher" just went to prison in Alabama?"
"Uh, yes ..."
"He's not even the latest anymore. Just the most disgusting."
"But you said ..."
"Lover," Casey said. "It's one thing to have a little pervy same-sex
with your sister when you're a year apart. It's another to get your
own thirteen-year old daughter pregnant, along with several other
young relatives, when you're nearly fifty, and then claim that
religion gives you "authority" to do it because you're a preacher and
then to get up on a pulpit and lie about it. That's what I meant about
power games and abuse. It doesn't help to teach boys how to "play
fair" when their parents tell them to look up to criminals like that.
Religion's just a power game anyway," she concluded. "It's just
Watergate and Monica over and over again. It's all about politics and
money."
"So you say that Christians are just big pervs, huh?"
"Tanisha," Lynn interrupted. "Do you know how many preacher's
daughters I've fucked?"
"Do I want to?"
"At least ten," Lynn told her.
"You're full of shit" Tanisha was beyond surprise, actually.
"Nope," Lynn assumed a triumphant air. "My first girl was our
preacher's daughter. She made me cum and cum. Her dear daddy, full of
forgiveness, disowned her when she stood up in church and came out."
"This is it," Casey announced. Tanisha had barely noticed when the
elevator stopped and they disembarked from it. She'd been absorbed as
they walked down the hall. One, the revelations shared by the two
girls astonished her, as did their frankness. Two, Lynn's hand had
been busily exploring Tanisha's ass through her jeans, and on up her
back to her bra strap. The wily little blonde had unfastened the two
hooks that held it, and Tanisha's breasts now rested much more freely
in the cups – about to fall out, in fact.
Casey opened her door, and the three girls filed inside, while the
brunette locked it behind them. She indicated the expanse of room, two
twin beds, table, chairs, desks, and television.
"Home, sweet home," she announced.
"What if your roommate comes back?" Tanisha wanted to know.
"Lynn is my roommate," Casey replied. "We fixed that first thing we
moved in this fall. The dorm seniors like to have roomies get along,
so they have no trouble pairing us up."
"But don't your folks get suspicious?"
"Of what?" Casey wanted know. "My mom and sister are also gay. My dad
left a long time ago. Lynn's family isn't gay, but they all know about
she and I. It took about a month, but even her Dad finally came
around."
"Better than the preacher, huh?"
"Lynn's Dad is a real man," Casey told her. "He told me to change my
last name to theirs."
"Really?" Tanisha could not quite believe this.
"Yep," Lynn affirmed. "He did. He actually cares about his family more
than his church and he wants me to be happy. Casey makes me happy, so
here we are."
"But you both have sex with other girls," Tanisha was puzzled.
"We share other girls," Casey told her. "We're not insecure about our
relationship. If Lynn wants to be with me, she will, and same with me.
All we do is be honest with each other if we want to play with another
girl solo."
"Oh," Tanisha digested this.
"Let's get comfy," Casey suggested. "We don't go with a lot of clothes
on in here."
With that, the boyish brunette lifted off her t-shirt, while Lynn did
the same. Neither wore a bra. Both girls then dropped their pants, so
they stood in front of Tanish bare-breasted in their panties. Tanisha
felt heat come to her face, and to her pussy, as her eyes took in the
sight of her new friends. Casey wore bikini panties that accented the
curve of her hips, which were more narrow than either Lynns's or
Tanisha's. She did a mock spin, grinning, so that the black girl could
get a full view. Her ass wasn't wide, but her hips were nicely
rounded, though her butt was rather flat and boyish. Her physique, in
fact, mirrored her tom-boy looks. Lynn, on the other hand, had a curvy
body with a very rounded ass, slightly larger breasts than her
girlfriend's, and her more round face framed in waves of platinum.
Tanisha stood rooted to the spot. Her pussy throbbed, demanding
attention, as did her nipples. Her hands simply hung at her sides,
unable to move. Her mouth tasted dry, so she licked her lips.
"Need a little help?" Casey inquired mischievously. "Here, let us do that."
She and Lynn walked boldly up to Tanisha. Casey began unbuttoning her
blouse, while Lynn unfastened Tanisha's jeans and pulled them down.
Tanisha found herself stepping out of them as Casey slid her bra off
her arms.
"Wow," the brunette breathed. "You ought to let these bad girls out
more often, especially in here!" Her hands moved to cup and caress
Tanisha's breasts, stimulating her attention starved nipples as she
played with them. Tanisha felt her mouth open as Casey's lips met
hers. She couldn't hesitate any more, but kissed the boyish brunette
deeply. Tongues explored respective mouths as hands caressed breasts.
Casey's smaller breasts were very firm and her nipples rock hard under
Tanisha's fingers. The black girl explored her friend tentatively at
first, then with growing confidence, as both girls moaned into each
other's mouths.
Lynn was not idle. She'd dropped down between the legs of both girls
as they pressed their bodies together. Both Casey's blue bikinis and
Tanisha's black thong exhibited soaking wet crotches and Lynn kissed
up and down two sets of thighs, and across two panty crotches. Then
she licked up and down the sensitive skin to either side of each panty
crotch, rewarded by the muffled moans of her lovers. Finally she began
to lick hard, up the centerline of Tanisha's thong crotch. The black
girl shifted her feet to allow the blonde more space, while the
brunette reached down to caress the back of her head, pressing her
mouth into Tanisha's panty crotch. Lynn sucked juices and moaned
herself, feeling wet heat growing in her pussy, and knowing she would
soon need lips and tongues between her legs. But for now, she felt
hungry for Tanisha's wet slit, wanted to experience a gorgeous black
girl for the first time. She knew that Casey had slept with black
girls before, but Tanisha was Lynn's first assay into the world of
"interracial" experience. With a hungry whimper, Lynn pulled Tanisha's
thong off, and began to lick and suck her outer pussy lips.
Neither Tanisha nor Casey had been idle while they kissed. Even as she
used one hand to press Lynn's face into Tanisha's pussy, the other
tweaked and teased, tormenting the black girl's hard right nipple.
Tanisha, for her part, had slipped her right hand into Casey's
panties. She slid her fingers down the front of Casey's tummy, past
her trimmed pubic hair, and into the crotch of her panties. For the
first time, Tanisha felt another girl's wetness and knew it was for
her. She began to explore Casey's vaginal slit with gentle but
insistent fingers. First finding the slender girl's clit and rubbing
it – teasing at she would herself – and then, with just an instant's
hesitation, her middle finger entered Casey's pussy.
"Use two," Casey groaned, breaking the kiss to gnaw her neck. "Use two
fingers and fuck me. Oh my god, you're hot!"
Tanisha complied, adding her  index finger and slowly pumping in and
out of Casey. The lips and small teeth gnawing her neck incited her
even more. She reached up and pulled Casey's head down to her breasts.
"Do you want them?" Tanisha breathed.
"Yes, oh god," Casey applied hermouth to first one breast, then the
other. Licking and sucking and giving the hard nipples the attention
they craved. Tanisha groaned loudly.
"You're a breast girl, aren't you?" she crooned.
"Yes, oh god, you've found me out." Casey affirmed, the vibrations of
her voice only served to stimulate Tanisha's nipple more. "I could
suck your tits all night."
"... and you like it when I fuck you ..." Tanisha added. "You're a girl's girl."
"Oh god," Casey moaned. "You're a butch in disguise."
Tanisha's legs began to buckle as Lynn's tongue and lips explored her
pussy. From outer lips inward, Lynn entered Tanisha with her tongue
and then moved up to find her clit. Casey steadied her new lover.
"Let's get into bed," she whispered. Suddenly wobbly legged, Tanisha
followed, with Lynn's lips clinging desperately to her pussy. Tanisha
tasted sweet, on the musky side, not too strong but stronger than most
white girls and Lynn found this taste and scent both irresistible and
intoxicating.
Tanisha pushed Casey onto her back, wondering where she was getting
the ideas as to how to proceed with these girls sexually. Lynn had, as
far as lesbianism was concerned, deflowered her. But Tanisha seemed
possessed of a will and a sexual knowledge for which, she could name
no source. She simply seemed to know what would pleasure her new
lovers – and make them hers, the thought tickled her brain – although
she badly wanted now to taste Casey and to lick and suck her pussy, as
well as finger fucking her. Later, as her experience deepened, Tanisha
would learn to take her time with a girl or a woman, but for now she
seemed possessed with the sexual eagerness of a boy, if not the
clumsiness.
Tanisha did not withdraw her fingers from Casey immediately. Instead,
she continued to fuck the boyish brunette with them as she lowered her
lips to the slender's girl's waiting pussy. As her tongue found
Casey's clit and started to lick, the girl beneath her ran a hand to
the back of her head, pressing her lips against her erect little
nubbin and its hood. Tanisha sucked at Casey's clit, and tongued it,
causing the slender brunette to pump her hips up and down. Casey tried
to match rhythm with the fingers fucking her, but the lips and tongue
on her clit demanded her attention. Caught in the arrhythmia between
these two commanding forces, Casey did what came naturally. She came.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Oooooooooooh! Yes! Yes, please,
please, I'm cumming!" She made further and louder sounds but they had
no coherency. Animal lust had replaced conscious thought in Casey's
head, her lesbian "beast within" rising to drink in a powerful orgasm.
Lynn had not abandoned Tanisha's pussy, but had found herself
addressing it from behind. This also meant that she was confronted
with Tanisha's beautifully rounded ass and generous hips. The black
girl had spread her legs wide to accommodate the blonde, who now
addressed herself to every lovely feature before her. Tanisha's ass
and pussy presented a feast for her hungry mouth, stroking and probing
fingers, nose and eyes. Lynn had roamed this human feast table with
her eyes many times, and imagined what the experience would be like.
Now she did so with fingers and lips,before finally readdressing
herself to Tanisha's soaking pussy. The dark, pink wetness nestled
inside the folds of rich brown skin, scented heavily now with the
black girl's musk, drew her. Lynn licked and sucked. She entered
Tanisha with her tongue and found delight as her new lover thrust her
hips up and backward to meet her. She began to lick Tanisha's hard
clit, peering out from beneath its hood, and was rewarded with more
humping, more wet juices to lick and suck, and moans from Tanisha. Of
course, the sensation of Tanisha moaning into her pussy, made Casey's
orgasm all the more violent and she bucked uncontrollably. Tanisha's
knees gave in that moment, as the black girl became overwhelmed with
sensation and arousal, and she would have fallen forward had she been
able. As it was, she managed to thrust her hips back, driving her
pussy into Lynn's face and further coating it with her juices, before
she toppled sideways. Lynn climbed up to kiss her, tasting her
girlfriend's juices on Tanisha's breath, as the black girl's orgasm
slowly subsided.
Their adventure was far from over, however, and Lynn found herself
pressed onto her back by a now insistent Tanisha. As Casey recovered
enough to kiss her and begin to lick, fondle and suck her nipples,
Tanisha addressed herself to the blonde fuzzed pussy of the more
voluptuous of her new lovers. Lynn's pussy was thoroughly soaked and
Tanisha, reveling in her new found sexual appetites, applied lips,
tongue and fingers with abandon as the brunette addressed the blonde
girl's aching nipples and attention starved skin. It seemed forever,
but was in reality only minutes, before Lynn, also, experienced a
earth-shattering orgasm as her arousal combined with sensual overload
to push her over the edge.
Exhausted by their efforts, the three girls fell together in a tangle
on the small bed. Kissing, caressing, and cuddling gave way to slower
breathing and finally, to sleep. Tanisha drifted off, lying on her
side, with Casey wrapped in her legs. Their breasts and soaked, sated
pussies touching, and Lynn pressed tightly against her back. Lynn's
larger tits felt warm and soft against Tanisha's back, while her
trimmed tuft of blonde pubic hair pressed warmly and wetly into the
crack of the black girl's ass.
Tanisha's last semi-conscious thought tickled her brain before she
drifted into a physically and emotionally exhausted slumber. Her
premonition have proven true. Before leaving the Nat with Casey and
Lynn, Tanisha had feared that having tasted pussy, caressed and sucked
soft breasts, and felt soft, warm female forms pressed against her
own, she would never want to "go back." Never want to feel a boy or a
man on top of her or inside her again. This was the case, in fact.
Tanisha's last aware thought was to embrace her own homosexuality. She
knew herself a lesbian, intoxicated by female musk and drunk on pussy.
She knew also, in her heart, that both of girls whose bed she now
shared, were hers. They were her girlfriends, and would remain so for
the foreseeable future.
Her two new lovers had confirmed this. Casey had breathed in her ear,
before settling into soft snoring:
"I'm in love Tanisha." The black girl had kissed her tenderly, then
had heard Lynn's whispered "I love you, Tanisha," in her ear and had
turned and kissed her blonde girlfriend as well.
Tanisha knew, in her heart, that other lovers – other sexual
experiences with girls and women awaited her. She knew for a certainty
what she'd feared to admit that afternoon. She did not love the little
red-haired teenager whom she'd watched having sex with her mother.
But, she wanted her and intended to have her on her own terms. The
girl's mother would also come to Tanisha's bed, but again, on
Tanisha's terms. Tanisha did not know what she would do about her
other, silently admitted, sexual attraction.


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Final reminder:
This is a work of fiction and sexual fantasy only. It does not express
or imply any support or agreement with any real viewpoint.