Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 18:40:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Let's wait until he's gone, Part 2 (F/F, oral, raunch)

This is a work of fiction by Tracy Smith. It`s a story of woman-woman sex,
so if that offends you, then leave.. It has some urination and raunch, so
if that offends you, then leave. If you're underage then you shouldn't be
here at all.

Go donate some money to this free board right now! You can write to me at
Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com if you like. I write for both men AND women.

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Many people have written me to ask how Samantha and I started our
shit-covered love affair, so here goes....

My name is Linda Fairstone, and my husband's name is John, He's a salesman
at the Progressive Farm Sales Co. here in Ames Iowa. I was a former "Miss
Teen Wellboro County," and a sophomore cheerleader at State when I met
John, who was a senior and a business major. We married right after he
graduated, and I became a homemaker. He was my first boyfriend, so I had
very little experience with sex of any kind. We've been married for 2
years.

I'm 5' tall, 100 pounds, black hair, wide hips and a nice ass, medium sized
breasts, about a B cup, with pink nipples that stick out pretty far when
I'm excited. John had told me one time that I should keep my pussy hair
trimmed real close, so I do. I just have a little bush above my clit, and
keep any stray pubic hairs around my labia shaved, so I'm smooth on the
sides and under my cunt all the way to my ass.

John had taught me how to get fucked in the ass shortly after we got
married, and would often put his dick up my ass, stretching me out. I think
that was the whole cause of my meeting Sam. About 6 months ago we had a
cocktail party at our house for people from John's office. A lot of his
fellow salesmen and saleswomen were there, as well as his boss and a few
friends of mine from church. John doesn't go to church, but I do.

I was enjoying meeting these people from John`s office, and talking to
them, and perhaps had a little bit more to drink than I should have. I felt
like I had to poop, and went upstairs to our private bathroom off our
bedroom, so that I wouldn't tie up the guest bathroom downstairs. Also, to
be perfectly honest, I didn't want to smell up the downstairs bathroom
because, although I am pretty, my farts and poop can be pretty smelly. I
had just pulled down my skirt and panties, and sat on the wooden seat, when
I looked over at the door to see it open.

In walked Samantha Evans, John's 30 year old boss at the Progressive Farm
Sales Co! I was shocked, and didn't know what to do, so I said, "Uhh, I'm
in here..."

Samantha looked up and her mouth made an "O" shape. "Oh! I'm sorry, I
didn't know you were in here." Oddly, though, she just stood there. When I
had been introduced to Sam the first time, I had been struck by her cute
face, and firm body. It looked like she took really good care of herself
and worked out a lot. I felt a funny tingle when we first shook hands. I
noticed that first time, that she was about 5 inches taller than me, and
her arms were muscled, where mine are kind of just, well, there. She wore
her blonde hair cut short, and I guess somebody could have thought she was
a man if they were looking at her from a distance.

"You know, you're really very cute," she said to me, as I sat on the toilet
seat, my skirt and panties pooled around my feet. I didn't know what to
say, so I didn't say anything. I just hoped she'd take the hint and leave,
but unfortunately she didn't. "I couldn't help but notice how nicely your
tits fill out your top," she continued. I was speechless! I couldn't
believe that another woman was talking to me like this!

"And, to be honest, watching your ass when you walked away from me the
first time I met you, had my mouth watering. I would love to have pulled
down your pants the first time I saw you and kissed that sweet ass hole of
yours. I'll bet it's nice and pink, except when you take a hot shit, and
it's got those sweet brown streaks on it."

"Please, you, you, have to, uhh, leave. I'll call-" I started to say.

"You'll call John?" Sam replied with a sneer. "So that I can then fire him?
You'll do no such thing, sweet Linda."

"You can just listen to my plans for you. That doofus you're married to is
never going to get you what you want and need from life. He's content to
sit on a sofa, watch football, and drink beer. I want you to have the
nicest things, and to have attention paid to your needs, not serving as
some fuck receptacle for that lout." As Samantha said this she
unconsciously rubbed her fingers across her nipples. I watched, fearful,
yet fascinated as she went on.

"You need someone who will love you as you deserve. I want to caress your
sweet breasts with my finger tips, then my tongue, tasting your sweet
femininity, softly lapping at your hard, puckered flesh, then roughly
twisting your taut nipples until you beg me to....twist harder. You need
a knowing tongue to lap at your pretty, pink pussy, teasing your stiffening
clit until you scream with pleasure, then gently biting it until you cum,
shrieking in ecstasy."

"You need someone to press herself against you, melding two sweetly
feminine bodies in a ball of lust, then who thrusts your head down between
her legs to make you eat her hot, wet cunt, and then who makes you beg for
even more. You need to be fucked by that hot forceful woman, first,
endlessly in that hot, sweet cunt, then in as deeply as can be into your
tight, puckered anus. You need someone who's not afraid to tell you that
she'll shit right into your pretty little mouth, and make you eat it-"

"That's it," I said, "I've heard enough of your evil suggestions. I'm a
good, church-going woman and-"

"And what?" Samantha said, with a grin.

"And, well, I shouldn't have to listen to such foul things," I finished,
lamely.

"Look down between your legs, Linda," Sam said.

I looked down and was shocked to see my legs were spread wide on the
toilet, exposing my pussy and even what I had been doing, peeing and
pooping. Worse, my right hand lay in my lap. I had been stroking my clit
while she said those awful things, which didn't seem quite so awful now
that I thought about them. As I still looked down at my pussy, dewed with
my pee and vaginal secretions which were even then oozing out, Sam walked
over to me and stood no more than 6 inches away.

As I looked up at her, she put her hands on the waistband of her slacks,
and to my horror, eased them down her hips. I watched as the linen fabric
descended, exposing her smooth tummy, then bare skin above her pussy, a
small strip of white lace that turned out to be the top of her panties,
very low cut, just above her pussy itself. I watched, fascinated, as her
pants continued down, her pussy slit clearly discernible behind the thin
lace, and the circle of wetness on the fabric at the bottom of her pussy,
where it trailed back to her bottom.

Her pants soon fell to the floor. Sam hooked her thumbs in her tiny white
panties, and began easing them down her hips then, exposing a completely
hairless pussy. I felt my own pussy responding to the sight of hers, though
I'd never even considered looking at another woman's pussy before. From a
distance I felt my finger strumming across my own clit, and soon came,
sitting there on the toilet, a turd halfway out my ass, and spasmodically
peeing small squirts of golden yellow pee. By the time she had eased those
panties down over her smooth, muscular thighs, I had already cum twice,
which was one time more than I had cum with John, my husband, during the
whole 2 years of our marriage.

Sam then dropped her panties to the floor, and spread her legs further. I
felt a tingling in my pussy as I saw her pussy lips separate themselves,
revealing the moist pink flesh within. Her labia were plump and swollen,
her clit already peeking out from under her sheath. I couldn't believe how
long it was, almost like a little dick. "Suck it," Sam whispered.

"Wha, what?" I said, peering up at her face above me.

"Suck it, suck my hard dick," she responded, placing her hand on the back
of my head, forcing my face closer as she simultaneously pushed forward. My
nose bumped up against her protruding sex, and the musky, sweet smell of
her pussy overwhelmed me. She rotated her clit around the tip of my nose,
soaking my nasal passages in the feminine lubricant she was discharging
copiously.  I felt my head swimming from this strange, yet familiar
fragrance, that smelled so like my own.

"Open, open your mouth, baby," she coaxed me. To my amazement, I found my
mouth opening at her command, my lips gently fastening onto the hard,
rubbery protuberance above her pussy. "Yes, that's it, baby, lick my hard
cock, suck it, swallow my hot dick, I want to cum in your sweet mouth." I
pressed my lips harder on her clit, and strummed the flat of my tongue
across the exposed, naked tip of her clitoris. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, YES, YES,
YES!! OH, YESSS!! OH, OH, OH YES, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH, BABY!!
FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING EAT ME, CUNTLICKER!!" Her hips pummeled me as she
pounded into my face with her clit and cunt. I nipped at the tip of her
clit, and she shrieked then. "OH!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

As she eased herself back down from her orgasm, I felt totally humiliated,
and excited. My hand, which had never left its pleasant harbor between my
legs, began fucking with abandon, two fingers thrusting into my pee-wetted
pussy, the thumb fiercely stroking my hard clit. "Oh, fuck, I can't believe
I'm doing this! God, Sam, I LOVED licking your hot clit!! I want to eat
your hot hole, oh FUCK!!" When I uttered these vile and lust-filled words,
Sam stood on tiptoes and thrust her dripping wet and hot cunt onto my
mouth. I was plunged into an amazing world of sexual excitement, my tongue
thrusting and swirling around in that wet, velvety and hot paradise, her
feminine musk filling my brain and my world.

Covered as it was by Sam's plump pussy, my equally delighted shrieks of
pleasure were muffled, as I bucked my face time and again against her
smooth groin. "Uhh, uhhh, uhhh," I burbled, as I came again, and again. I
slumped back, finally, as I came down from my sexual high, more excitement
than I had ever felt before. After what felt like 5 minutes, but was
probably more like 30 seconds, Sam gently stroked the line of my jaw and
bent down and kissed me. Her warm, soft lips, and questing tongue
re-energized me, and I looked up at her with sparkling eyes, my free hand
grasping her hand on my jaw.

"That was nice, wasn't it baby?" Sam said, and I thought I saw a tear in
her eye. "One more thing to make you mine," she said. I looked at her
questioningly. She straightened up, then brought her cunt back to my
mouth. "I don't want you to lick me, honey. Lock your lips on my hole." I
did as she commanded, and kissed her hot pussy. Before I could be tempted
to insert my tongue into that inviting cavern, however, I felt a hot liquid
seeping out into my mouth. Immediately I recognized that she was peeing!
Into my mouth!

Before I could object, her flow of urine increased, and if I didn't want to
get drenched I had to start swallowing. It was hard to get a sense of the
taste of her pee, as my nose was pressed against her body, but it was salty
on my tongue. I swallowed again, and again, and again, thinking that there
would be no end to her piss, my fingers stroking my cunt once again, as I
built into a sexual frenzy. God, this woman was amazing! As her pee reached
a crescendo, then decreased, I orgasmed twice again, gratefully swallowing
Sam's urine the whole time.

Finally she stopped, and gently removed her cunt from my mouth, to my
disappointment. Stepping back from me, she looked down at me and said,
"We're going to have some fun, you and I. Now you need to get cleaned up
and rejoin the party."

I got a good idea of Sam's idea of fun when I stood to wipe myself. Before
I could bring the toilet paper to my ass, she ran her index finger up the
cleft between my ass cheeks, wiping off a small piece of my shit. She
brought it to her lips and, smiling, popped it into her mouth, between her
pink, lipstick-covered lips, as I gaped at her. She smiled and we cleaned
up, returning to the party below.

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Tracy