Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 15:32:38 -0800
From: Fantasy Fling <tripartitealliance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tanisha's Awakening (Chapters Four - Six)

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Tanisha woke, slightly disoriented, as sunlight peeped into the room
over and around the large curtain that blocked off the main windows at
night. At first she could not place where she was – lying in a bed,
yes – but her body was nude, and only half covered by blankets. The
rest of her felt warm, largely due to the slender body of the
short-haired brunette girl who lay, pressed tightly against the front
of her body, arms around her. Casey's pert breasts pressed against her
own, giving a very pleasurable sensation. Tanisha's left leg wrapped
around the slender girl's two legs, causing their pussies to rub
together slightly. This also was a pleasant feeling.
At first, Tanisha blinked her eyes fuzzily. She was lying in a small
bed, in a strange room, naked and wrapped around another girl. While
this seemed strange at first, it did not feel "wrong" or "out of
place." The beautiful black girl felt at home in this other girl's
arms.
She became aware of two more sensations. The first was a hand,
reaching around her from behind, and gently fondling her breast.
Fingers softly caressed her nipples, causing a stirring in her belly
and pleasing warmth to arise in her pussy. The second sensation was
slightly scratchy, fuzzy and intermittent. Gradually she realized that
another girl lay behind her, slowly humping her ass with soft pussy
hair. She knew that between the warm, soft body pressed against her
from the front, and the equally warm, but even more soft girl
caressing her tit and gently grinding her ass from behind, she was
waking up aroused. She started a yawn that came out as a soft moan as
her own hand covered the one gently tweaking her nipple. Soft lips
first brushed then kissed her neck, up and down, from her shoulder to
just behind her ear.
"Good morning, sleepy head" Lynn's voice whispered huskily in her ear.
Tanisha half turned and found her lips met with a kiss. She opened her
own lips, allowed Lynn to suck on them, explored the blonde girl's
mouth with her tongue. "If we're quiet, we can let Casey just sleep,"
Lynn suggested, "and I can have you all to myself."
Memory found itself at that moment and Tanisha recalled how she came
to be in this dorm room, as Lynn kissed her again. Lynn's mouth was
warm and moist, and her lips were very soft, though not as full and
generous as Tanisha's. The black girl gently disengaged from the body
of her brunette lover, turning to face and deeply kiss the blonde.
Lynn pressed in and Tanisha pulled her in against herself. Of her two
new girlfriends, Lynn's figure was more soft and rounded, more like
Tanisha's own, although the black girl, who was very athletic, had
more firm muscle tone. Tanisha felt the contact of pussy hair, then of
labia on labia as Lynn pressed tightly against her. The two girls'
breasts pressed in, nipple to nipple, causing both their nipples to
harden. Tanisha kissed Lynn deeply and then moved to kiss and nibble
her neck and shoulders, while her hands caressed, fondled, and
explored the blonde girl's ass.
"Are you sure she won't mind?" Tanisha gestured back toward Casey with her head.
"Not at all," Lynn assured her. "We're all together here."
"Are we?"
"Yes," Lynn kissed her again. "Please say that you are."
"I am," Tanisha confirmed. "Last night both of you said you're in love with me."
"I know," Lynn kissed her way down Tanisha's chest toward her breasts.
"I am, and I think Casey is too. Please say that you love me?"
"I do love you," Tanisha moaned softly as Casey's lips and tongue
found her left nipple and began to lick, suck and nibble it. Tanisha
felt more than stirrings between her legs. Her pussy quickly became
slick and wet, wanting Lynn's tongue and fingers.
"But where does that leave us?" she asked the blonde girl, who had
kissed her way over to the other breast.
"You need to leave these where I can get at them more often," Lynn
opined, "I want to be girlfriends."
"But, what about Casey?" Tanisha probed gently at Lynn's ear with her
tongue tip.
"She wants to be girlfriends too," Lynn hungrily sucked and nibbled
the hard, brown nipple.
"But that means ..." Tanisha was still adjusting to new viewpoints.
"You have two girlfriends, and so do I and so does Casey," Lynn
completed the thought.
"Mmmmmm I've just never imagined a relationship like this," Tanisha's
hand stroked Lynn's hair.
"We're gay," Lynn told her, kissing and licking lightly down her
tummy. "We get to make our own rules."
"Yeah," Tanisha smiled. "We break everyone else'"
"You got it," Lynn reached the top of Tanisha's mound, kissing the
hair that was still matted with dried juices from the night before and
becoming wet again, "I want you so bad."
"I want you, Lynn," Tanisha groaned softly. "I want to feel your lips
on my pussy. I want to feel your tongue inside me."
Lynn began to kiss and lick all around Tanisha's venus mons. Slowly
she circled her goal, her kisses and licks spiraling inward until she
reached Tanisha's outer pussy lips. These she licked and sucked slowly
as the black girl raised her hips upward to meet the attention, and
slowly began to pump her pussy into the blonde girl's mouth. Lynn's
tongue made its maddeningly slow way into Tanisha's soaking slit,
licking all around, before it was replaced by sucking lips. Lynn
breathed deeply savoring her girlfriend's scent and taste, before
entering her with her tongue.
Tanisha began to moan and to pump her hips more vigorously as Lynn's
clever little tongue darted in and out of the opening in her pussy.
Then Lynn licked upward and her lips and tongue settled on the black
girl's aching clit. Tanisha felt her orgasm building, tried to quiet
her own moans, but soon she lost control. She reached down to Lynn's
head and pulled the blonde girl's face hard into her pussy by her long
hair. Her hips pumped in rhythm with Lynn's tongue as the first waves
of orgasm broke over her. As she came, Tanisha saw a second, more
slender pair of thighs and hips lift over her face, as Casey, now
awake, climbed over her. Tanisha opened her lips to welcome the
slender brunette's pussy as Casey mounted her face.
How long they stayed like that, Tanisha would not know until later
when she could look at a clock. For the time, her pussy sent orgasmic
spasm after spasm through her body as her tongue devoured Casey,
filling her mouth with juices from the slender girl's tight little
slit. Casey cried out her pleasure to the ceiling as Tanisha brought
her swiftly to orgasm. She humped Tanisha's mouth in ecstasy.
"Oh my goddess, lover girl!" Casey's voice nearly cracked with
pleasure and emotion, "Nobody does that like you. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oooooooooooooooooh!"
Then the girl's changed places. Casey moved down to drown herself in
Tanisha's soaking pussy and Lynn moved up to mount her mouth. A
second, or third, or fourth – Tanisha had lost count long ago – wave
of orgasmic pleasure surged through the trio of lovers. When it
finally subsided, the three lay with limbs entangled, pressed against
each other as they could, and slowly kissed "good morning."
"You don't have to be anywhere, today, do you?" Casey asked, when her
power of speech returned.
"No, no place in particular, except maybe here," Tanisha answered.
"Good," Casey nodded. "I was worried you might take off on us."
"You don't want me to go?"
"Are you kidding? Or crazy?" Casey seemed shocked. "If I had my way,
you'd be moving in with us."
"Isn't that a little fast?" Tanisha asked gently.
"What do you mean?"
"I only realized that I'm gay last night. I met you and Lynn," she
kissed the blonde girl tenderly, "we had sex last night ..."
"... and made love this morning," Casey finished.
"Yes," Tanisha smiled. "It was love-making this time, wasn't it?"
"I thought so," Casey replied. "How do you feel, Lynn?"
"We made love, yes," Lynn agreed. "We both told you last night that we
love you."
"You said you love us too," Casey added.
"Yes," Tanisha replied calmly, "I said I love you two and I do. I am
in love with both of you." She was surprised at that last. She's been
prepared to say that she loved them, but a part of Tanisha remained
cautious. She'd seen, first hand and for the first time last night,
some examples of very free sex-play in the gay girls of her campus. Of
course, Tanisha also had to admit that she'd never really noticed the
other lesbians – she was one of them – before either.
"Then why don't we just go with the feeling?" Casey wanted to know.
"Casey, I love you," Tanisha kissed her. "But do you remember what you
just asked me?"
"Not to go?"
"Exactly so, I've seen and heard last night a lot about how freely
girls have sex around here. I don't want to be "Miss This Week." I
don't want to be emotionally invested in you and then find you running
off to fuck the next pretty girl you see without so much as a "Hey
you," to me."   Casey looked at her intently.
"If I'm your girlfriend," Tanisha continued, "and you two are mine, I
want it to stay that way for a good while. I've never been anyone's
girlfriend before because – to just about anyone I know – "girlfriend"
means someone you go out with, and fuck, for a week or a month, and
then move on. I don't want that. I've watched too many girls crying
their eyes out because some boy told them he loved them, fucked them,
and dumped them, after a week. I don't want that."
"I don't want that either," Lynn added softly. "I've seen it too many
times too. I've been that crying girl a couple of times and I didn't
like it one bit." She smiled slowly. "Of course, it was girls who
broke my heart. I've never fucked a boy."
"I understand," Casey looked thoughtful. "I've never heard it put
quite that way, but a lot of girls hate boys because of that sort of
thing."
"They do," Tanisha told her, "and I don't want to be the "lesbian who
hates girls" because of it either."
"I hear you," Casey pondered. This was turning into a lot more than
she'd bargained for last night. She'd been hot for some fun with a
gorgeous black girl – neither she or Lynn had ever slept with a black
girl before – and before she knew it, feelings were involved. What was
even more different than usual, for Casey, was the fact that the
feelings were hers. When she'd said "I love you," she'd been sincere.
She was sincere this morning. But Tanisha was a girl who thought as
well as loved, and loved as well as fucked. Many college aged lesbians
were "flitter-bye's" – just as were many gay boys. They were into the
pop culture, the sex, the partying – and Casey hated to admit this –
the whole "victim" aspect of identifying with a marginalized social
class. They were into club tracks and the conflict theory that many of
the gay professors – also often inexperienced in the real world –
thumped at them like "gospels" from a bible-thumper's soap box.
Tanisha was a critical thinker – a skill she'd developed early in life
– and didn't follow anyone's crowd. She was a lesbian, had clearly
said so, and Casey knew she meant it. Tanisha would never be a "lug" –
lesbian until graduation – a word that described, accurately, a great
many college "baby dykes." She was also no "political lesbian" – no
rabid feminist who tried to fuck girls because she was angry at men.
She'd been abandoned and hurt by a man – her father – in fact, but she
wasn't going to waste her time on undirected, angry ravings. Tanisha
was laying here, naked in bed with two new girlfriends, because she
loved them. She loved women, and her new-found love was for her
girlfriends – Casey and Lynn. In Tanisha's world, this meant that her
relationship with them was real, sincere, or it did not exist.
"Tanisha?" Casey asked after several minutes.
"Yes?"
"I don't want this to be just a fuck either," she said softly.
"Then you want us to be real," it was not a question.
"Yes," Casey was quiet.
"Then come here and kiss me girlfriends," Tanisha laughed and the
three girls tried out different ways of intertwining lips and tongues
while naughty fingers teased nipples and clits.
Back at the trailer home Tanisha shared with her mother, the three
women were starting to return to life in Laresha's considerably larger
bed. She was first to come fully awake, lying on her back. Directly on
top of her, Tammy's shorter, more slender and pale form nestled. The
red haired teen had her head level with Laresha's breasts and turned
to her right, which meant that warm breath blew out, and cool air in,
directly across the older woman's left nipple. This was the sensation
that slowly brought the hostess of the last afternoon and evening's
little party to awareness of the morning. As she woke more fully,
Laresha also became aware that her and Tammy's naked pussies were
pressed tightly together and this, as she stirred, made her begin to
feel stimulated.
Joyce lay to Laresha's right side, with her nose nuzzled pleasantly
into the side of the black woman's neck. As she took in more of the
situation, Laresha noticed that Tammy's left hand still stretched
downward toward her mother's crotch and her fingers, in fact, nestled
between her legs. Laresha found herself thinking:
"I'd bet those taste nice ..."
She'd been shocked the day that her girlfriend, Joyce, after they'd
dated for two months, suggested that her eighteen year-old daughter
join them in bed. Laresha had seen Tammy, spoken with her, admired her
cute figure in her string bikini at the park's community pool from
behind her sunglasses. But she hadn't been prepared for the questions
or the suggestion they led the conversation into. She and Joyce had
spent that Saturday together, those months ago, in bed. Tanisha had
been at school all day, finishing midterm papers and preparing for
semester finals the next week. The two women had been laying back in
bed after a particularly intense series of orgasms.
"Yes, I love you silly ..." Kiss.
"But didn't I see you looking at that Spanish girl at the pool?"
"Is there something wrong with looking?"
"No, I was looking at her too."
"Then what?" Laresha looked at her girlfriend.
"She's only nineteen," Joyce pointed out.
"That doesn't mean she can't look hot. She has a very fine ass and a
nice set of tits."
"Oh I know, wouldn't you love to have her here, so we could suck on them?"
"Honey, we'd have this park up in arms in no time if we did that. Her
family's all catholic and if she went home, feeling guilty because
she's done it with two women, or grinning like a fool because she
liked it, next thing we know we've got her dad and brothers and uncles
all shooting at us."
Joyce slipped her hand longwise between Laresha's legs and began to
rub her pussy lengthwise with the side of her index finger.
"Mmmmmmmm that feels nice."
"But you'd like to have some nice, tight, young pussy we could share?"
"Joyce, are you saying I'm not enough woman for you?"
"Not at all, not in any way baby. I just know we were both looking and
thinking the same thing."
"Ok," Laresha closed her legs, trapping Joyce's hand in her pussy.
"Suppose we do want some young little cutie to share. Ok, say that you
and I are a couple of pervy old gals ..."
"We're not that old, and we are pervy," Joyce laughed and kissed her
lover, continuing to rub her wet pussy.
"So where do we find this young girl, who's cute and tight, wants to
give up her pussy to two older women, and will keep her trap shut?"
"Tammy," Joyce answered.
"Say what?" Laresha's eyebrows shot up.
"Tammy is as gay as I am, as you are," Joyce told her.
"Honey, you hold on a sec there. I just figured this gay bit out a
couple weeks ago. I don't know all the ropes yet. Say what?"
"Tammy has never been with a boy. She's been sneaking around with
other girls since she was thirteen and she's hot for you."
"How the hell do you know your daughter wants me?" Laresha demanded.
"Do you have some secret cabal or something?"
"Well, sort of, but right now Tammy is standing just outside the door,
peeping in that little open spot. She's stark naked, watching me
finger you and fingering herself."
"You go on ..."
"Tammy?" Joyce called softly. "Would you open the door and step in, honey?"
"Ok Mom," the door slid back and Tammy, stark naked as her mother had
predicted, stepped into the room. Laresha could see that the nipples
on the slender teen's breasts stood out like hard little erasers, and
she held two fingers in her mouth. Her pussy lips were puffy and
Laresha could see that her slit was wet from masturbating.
"Oh my god ..."
"Isn't she gorgeous without the bikini?" Joyce smiled.
"You saw me look?"
"Tammy did," Joyce smiled. "Honey, is there something you'd like to
share with Laresha?"
Tammy walked forward boldly and then climbed onto the bed on her
knees, straddling Laresha's hips. The older woman's gaze riveted
itself on Tammy's approaching, red-fuzzed, wet, pussy. As she watched,
Tammy kneel- walked up to her shoulders and Laresha could feel Joyce
pushing her back and down gently.
"Joyce? Tammy? What are you ..." the rest of Laresha's protest was cut
off as Tammy mounted  her face and pressed her pussy into the older
woman's lips. The scent and taste were too much for her already
aroused senses and she began to lick and suck the younger girl's –
woman's, she reminded herself firmly – slit, tongue fucking her tight
opening and suckling her delicate little clit.
As Tammy rode Laresha's tongue and humped her lips, Joyce turned her
hips and spread her legs apart. Laresha's pussy was already soaked
from her lover's earlier attentions. Now, Joyce's tongue probed into a
renewed well of musky sweet juices and hard clit. Laresha began to
pump her hips up and down and Joyce slid two fingers inside her,
pumping them in and out as she lovingly sucked the pink clit standing
out from its dark brown hood.
Neither Laresha, nor Tammy took long to achieve orgasm. Tammy came
first, experiencing a spasmodic, deep orgasm that sent a small gusher
of juices into Laresha's mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto her
breasts. The older black woman followed shortly with her own climax –
her third of the day - cumming on Joyce's fingers and tongue.  As
Tammy sat back and leaned forward to kiss Laresha deeply, her mother
crawled forward and began to lick and suck the splattered juices off
her lover's breasts and to lick and suck her hard nipples. Mother and
daughter's lips met above Laresha's tits and exchanged a deep kiss,
tongues exploring mouths and tasting the sweet, musky flavor within.
Laresha pulled Joyce's face down to hers and kissed her deeply. Tammy
followed, sucking on the black woman's tongue, and then kissing,
licking and nibbling her way down from her chin, between her breasts,
down her tummy and into the dark fuzz that surmounted the luscious,
dark brown outer lips. Laresha gave little gasps and giggles as
Tammy's tongue and lips found sensitive spots along the way. The black
woman's thighs rose up to meet her as Tammy began to explore her
soaking wet pussy with eager tongue and lips. As she began to lose
herself in the waves of pleasure from Tammy's mouth and fingers,
Laresha pulled Joyce into the kneeling and straddling position the
teen had previously enjoyed. She addressed her own lips and tongue to
the pussy of her first female lover. Already experiencing near
transcendental states of arousal and pleasure, the two women reached
climax nearly simultaneously, although neither was aware of the
passage of time.
Laresha pulled Tammy up level with her face, as Joyce slid off the bed
to one side, and kissed her again, deeply. Her tongue probed deeply
into the girl's mouth. The older woman could taste her own juices
flavoring Tammy's breath and saliva. A small part of her mind
admonished her for sleeping with a girl half her age. Another,
rebelliously enamored, part silenced it. Her fingers roamed the red
haired teen's milky skin. Laresha caressed Tammy's breasts; tickled
her armpits – just a little – and stroked her flat tummy. Her hands
glided around the curves of Tammy's more narrow hips (Laresha couldn't
help contrasting her figure with the more generously curved form of
her own daughter) and squeezed her small ass cheeks. She turned on her
side, facing inward toward the center of the bed, and laying Tammy
down on her side in front of her. The teen immediately snuggled in
close, pressing her small, hard nipples against Laresha's larger
breasts. Laresha felt the welcome pressure of Tammy's pussy, with its
now soaked and matted red fuzz, against her own. Her hands caressed
and squeezed the teen's ass cheeks. Her fingers teased at Tammy's anus
and the lower edge of her pussy lips.
Joyce recovered enough to climb back onto the bed, and did so, laying
on her side and cuddling up to Tammy's back. She pressed her pussy
against the cleft between her daughter's cheeks and the hand that
explored it. Laresha continued to explore Tammy's ass and pussy, while
the back of her hand pressed intermittently against Joyce's wet mound.
As the black woman continued to kiss her daughter's mouth, Joyce began
to kiss, lick and nibble the teen's neck and to reach around to caress
both women's breasts.
Laresha felt unsure of what to make of this new development, but was,
herself, too lost in kissing and exploring the young, softly firm,
body of the girl in her arms to think much. She turned again, pushing
Tammy onto her back, and leaned over to lick, suck and nibble at her
hard, small breasts and nipples.
Joyce began to kiss and lick her way down Tammy's tummy, first
slipping Laresha a small kiss, then working her way down toward
Tammy's soaking slit. Laresha's eyes went wide for a moment as Joyce
began to hungrily lick her daughter's pussy and suck her hard little
clit – just as the black woman herself had done; but she did not stop
her attentions to the red haired teens nipples, breasts, neck and
lips. Strangely, she found herself all the more excited by the very
tabu love-making between Joyce and Tammy.
The teen was now moaning and wildly humping her mother's mouth. While
Laresha sucked, licked, and nibbled her breasts, she cried out, her
voice cracking with lust and pleasure. When their lips met, Tammy
kissed the older woman ravenously, moaning and almost dominating the
kisses with her tongue. Then she would change and hungrily suck on
Laresha's tongue. During their second such kiss, Tammy's  hand found
its way to the black woman's pussy and she began to explore and rub at
the older woman's clit. Laresha opened her legs a bit and was rewarded
with the pleasure of fine fingers entering and pumping her wet opening
as her juices flowed out to coat Tammy's hand. This continued for some
time, as Tammy cried out into her mouth through first one orgasm then
another as she ground her pussy against her mother's tongue. Laresha
lost control and began to shake as a violent climax tore through her.
The excitement proved too much even for Joyce, and she joined the
other two women in moaning, kissing and crying out as her pussy sent
spasms of pleasure through her body. She climbed back up the bed to
join the tangle of arms legs and bodies in the middle, and the three
women cuddled together, kissing, stroking and caressing each other.
"So," Joyce asked, kissing Laresha as she did so, "how do you like our Tammy?"
"I like her just fine," Laresha managed to get out between kisses and
gasps, "I guess she is our Tammy. How long have you two been ..."
"Sleeping together?"
"Is that what you call it?" Laresha giggled. She should be shocked,
but she was too exhausted and too drunk on pleasure. "I don't think
there's much sleeping involved."
"No," Tammy nuzzled her neck, "but there is a lot of good pussy." She
pushed Laresha's hand down into her still wet and sensitive slit.
Laresha gently entered her and slowly pumped a finger back and forth.
"You're ok with this? I mean ..."
"About two years ago, my mom was bringing home new girlfriends left
and right," Tammy explained. "Hearing what they were doing, and
smelling all the pussy made me really horny." She gasped a bit as
Laresha pushed her finger in a bit deeper. "I started masturbating in
my room and in the shower every time she brought a woman home. I was
imagining what it would be like to be in here with them."
"So, what happened?"
"Mom brought my swim coach home from the bar and they were fucking
like mad when I came in," Tammy gulped and then continued. "I was
standing here with my hand in my panties going crazy and I finally
just took off my clothes and climbed into bed with them."
"So they both ...?"
"Yeah," Tammy nodded dreamily. "I'd wanted Coach for a couple of
years. She's one hot butch. Then Mom got hot and ate my pussy, I came
again, and we've been doing it ever since."
"But what if you – we – get caught?" Laresha worried a bit.
"Not much anyone can do to an eighteen year-old," Tammy giggled. "But
we'd have to leave the park." Her face darkened. "Right now there are
Christian crazy fathers in this park who fuck their own daughters.
I've seen two of them and one has a pregnant fifteen year-old. His own
doing, but if we do it or we're just gay, we're damned to hell and
need to be beaten and raped."
"Beaten and raped?"
"It happened to a girlfriend of mine when I was in high school," Tammy
told her. "She and her mom lived near one of those megachurches. One
fine Sunday morning some teen boys and their youth group leader were
out in the lots around and found she and her steady girlfriend
kissing."  Tammy's voice grew angry and her emerald eyes took on a
stormy tint. "The leader told the boys to "show them the love of
Jesus" – they beat them up and took turns raping them."
"Didn't someone call the police?" Laresha wanted to know.
"One of the boys was the Sheriff's son," Joyce told her. "Complaint
was buried and never came to an arrest or court. I'm sorry Laresha,
but Tammy's right. It can be dangerous to be gay."
Laresha's thoughts returned to the present as Tammy stirred and opened
her eyes. She smiled and levered herself forward to meet the older
woman's kiss ...