Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 15:03:30 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: adapting-3

ADAPTING-3

	I ignored my ringing cell phone as I lay back in Andrea's bed
getting my pussy ate for the umpteenth time. My body began to tremble and
shake as she reached up and roughly handled my breasts, pinching and
squeezing my fully erect and sensitive nipples while latching her mouth
over my clitoris and sucking madly like a fiend. She'd been viciously
sucking my clit for over 2 hours, not giving me a single second to catch my
breath and breathe as another climax began to hit me like a sack of cement.
	I clawed at the bed sheets as I came again in her mouth, moaning
and groaning as I twisted and turned and squirmed like a fish on a hook. It
wasn't until only after Andrea was completely sure my orgasm was over that
she finally removed her mouth from my swollen clit. Breathlessly I looked
down to survey the damage and could easily see how swollen my vagina was
from the 2 hours of straight oral sucking! I could see the smug look of
satisfaction on Andrea's face as she stared down at her handy work.

"That what you came here for...?" she asked as she smiled up at me from
between my spread legs, playfully licking at my kitty like a cat does a
dish of milk.

"Stop...!" I moaned, covering my `friend' with my hands to protect
it. "You're like a fucking vampire...! Don't you ever get enough pussy?" I
asked, moving out of the way so she couldn't force me into another long
session.

"You complaining...??" she asked, stretching out on the bed fully dressed
as she watched me stagger towards the bathroom.
	It was difficult to walk straight after holding my legs wide open
for 2 solid hours. My vagina felt like it was hanging outside the skin,
rubbing between my legs awkwardly as I walked. "...weren't you the one that
said you ex-boyfriend never ate your kitty?!"

"Well YOU certainly make up for that!" I yelled back from the bathroom.

"So on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the best..., where do I rate with
all your other boyfriends in the oral department?" asked Andrea, as I
flushed the toilet and returned to search for my panties.

"Definite a 10! I said, knowing that would make her happy.

"And what was the closest guy?" she asked, wanting to know how much better
than them she was.

"About an 8 or 9!" I said, giving her props.

"That's wussup!" she smiled as he rolled on her back and threw her hands
behind her cornrowed head as she watched me get dressed. "How come you
never spend the night?" she suddenly asked out of the clear blue sky while
I was fitting on by bra.

"Huh...?" I asked, trying to delay my answer.

"You come over, we kiss.., you strip.., I eat you out for a few hours,
maybe fuck you once or twice..., but you never spend the night! Why not?"

"I dunno...!" I said, slipping into my dress.

"How bout this weekend...?" she asked, sitting up at the foot of the
bed. "I could take you out to a movie, maybe hit a club or two, then you
could come back here and chill while we watch movies and eat-in all
weekend! How's that sound?"

"This weekend...?" I asked, throwing on my blouse quickly while gathering
up my shoes. "I have a hair appointment Saturday morning..., and I'm
supposed to drive with my girlfriend Tonia to see this guy she's talking to
in jail!

"What about after...?"

"I don't know..., you know how long those prison visits are..., we could be
all day!" I said, fixing my hair in the mirror.

	Andrea sat silently for a minute before getting up off the
bed. "Want me to drive up to the prison with you?" she asked, walking up
behind me in the mirror. "I could meet your girl Tonia, finally..., and
keep you company while she visits with her man!"

"uh..." I hesitated, trying to find the right way to say no. "...maybe some
other time...!"

"When...?" asked Andrea, getting irritated. "Do you even want me to meet
your friend? Do she even know we together?"

"Let's not go there...!" I said, looking for my purse.

"Why not? Ever since we met all you do is come here..., we never go out
anywhere in public! We ain't never met each other's friends, or hung out
with our peeps..., nothing! Just here.., suck..., fuck..., run.., --that's
it! You act like you don't want nobody to know about me or see you with me!
We dating or what??!" she asked, getting all excited!

"We girls...!!" I answered as best I could as I grabbed my purse up off the
floor.

"What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean??!" she asked, unsatisfied. "Girls
as in GIRLFRIENDS? Or girls like you and your homgirl Tonia?!"

"Why you tripping...?" I asked, ready to go. "Why you want to put a label
on what we do?"

"Because I assume Tonia ain't eatin' your pussy 5 days a week like I did!"
yelled Andrea, loud enough for her neighbors to hear. "So I wanna know
where I stand here! Are we dating...? Or are we just kickin' it til you
find a man that can please you better?"
	I didn't know what to say..., honestly I didn't know what this was
or what I was looking for. All I knew was men'r dogs, and Andrea ate pussy
better than any guy I knew! "Well...??!" she asked, waiting for an answer.

"What do you want from me, Andre...?" I asked, dropping my purse on the
floor in defeat. "You know this shit is all new to me! I never been with a
girl before! I don't know if I want a serious relationship or not...!"

"So we just kickin' it til something better comes along?" asked Andrea,
unsympathetic to my pleas.

"I'm Straight! I told you that from the beginning!"

"Then why you keep coming back here...?!" she asked, trapping me in a
catch-22. "There's plenty of niggas out there that eat pussy..., why you
keep coming back here to ME if you so straight and can't handle being with
a girl?"

"I don't know..." I answered honestly, feeling confused.

"Look..." she said after a brief silence. "...I ain't tryin to be your
secret lesbian lover, and I don't wanna be with somebody that can't accept
me for who I am! So until you figure out what it is you want..., why don't
you stop coming by? I don't need this shit!" she said, opening the door for
me to leave.

"Why it gotta be all like that...?!" I asked, grabbing up my purse as I
walked towards the door. "How come you can't just give me time to get used
to the idea...? Why it got to be do or die?"

"When was the last time you been with a man?" she asked suddenly, catching
me off guard.

"uh..., last week!" I answered, recalling the last time I fucked with my
ex-boyfriend (last chap).

"AFTER we met??" asked Andre, angrily.

"Well..., yeah...!" I said, not prepared for her jealousy.

"Who was he?!" she wanted to know.

"Donald...! My ex...!" I answered, hoping our past history would make a
difference.

"I haven't been with ANYone since we met!" she stated. "I thought you were
somebody I could relate to and get with...! But all you are is out for
yourself! You don't give a fuck about anybody else! You just want somebody
to eat that kat of yours when you boyfriend won't! Get the fuck up out of
my house!" she ordered, grabbing me by the arm as she flung me out into the
hallway. "You ain't no better than them niggas you consider dogs!" she
added, slamming the door in my face.

	I stood there for a few minutes as I composed myself. In as many
fights and arguments as I'd been in with my various boyfriends over the
years, no one had ever physically thrown me out of their place before
(until Donald did last week). This was a total first for me, two tosses
into the street in one week! Had to be a new world's record! How could a
good day so sudden (horribly) turn so bad?
	I reached in my purse for my cell as I called for a cab.

SCENE

	By the weekend I found myself reconciled with my ex-boyfriend
(Donald). He called me up that night after I left Andre's, and I was
feeling kinda low so I accepted his call. We talked as he apologized for
kicking me out of his apartment, and asked if he could have another chance
to see me. I accepted.
	That night he picked me up at my mom's house, then drove me back to
his place to "talk". We both knew what he really wanted, and I was in no
mood to fight so I gave in.

	Donald took me to bed that night, kissing me passionately as he
fingered my swollen kitty. Andre had done a good job of giving me multiple
orgasms that night, so I wasn't really worried about Donald getting me off.
	After a few short minutes of making out, he started to push his
salivating penis into me. Entry was a little rough (as I wasn't at all
excited by the mood), but his pre-cum moistened my vagina lips and helped
him to slip inside me.

	I opened my legs as he settled down on top of me, driving his dick
all the way in. He kissed me about my mouth and neck before burying his
head into the pillows behind me as he started to hump away on top of me.
	I merely lay there (my mind elsewhere) as he pumped, pushing his
manhood through me at a steady pace. I had never been more emotionally
detached from a moment as I was right now. I felt like I was in a state of
limbo, with no feeling throughout my body.

	Donald continued on top of me, totally oblivious that I wasn't
really into it. I could feel him starting to thrust faster as his breathing
started to labor. His pelvis slammed into mine every time he thrust inward,
driving his dick deep into me 9 solid inches as he bang against my
clitoris. Just as I was starting to get some feeling down there, he shoved
all the way into me and came. "AAHHHHHH..!!"
	I laid there, feeling Donald's sperm fill me up as his dick
twitched and jumped around inside me. I could feel his heart beating fast
as his chest was pressed against my breasts. He panted heavily as he slowly
started to come down from his orgasm. Then he pulled his softening
(deadening) dick from my vagina and rolled over onto his back, sweating as
if he'd just worked out an hour in the gym.

"How was that...?" he asked, breathing hard as he wiped his brow with his
forearm.

"That was great." I said with no enthusiasm.
	5 minutes later Donald was snoring a sound sleep, his arms wrapped
contently about me as he held me closely from behind. I lay awake for
another 20 minutes before I finally drifted off to sleep myself.
	The next day we were back together, --no agreement, no issues
resolved, --just together!

	My mother was glad to see that me and Donald had worked everything
out. She wanted to see me happy, and thought I could only achieve this by
having a steady man in my life. Tonia thought I was a sell out for going
back to Donald without resolving any of our issues, but I needed to move
on, I didn't like living in limbo where there was nothing, no one, and no
emotional attachments.
	That weekend Donald took me out to see a movie at the Cineplex. He
knew I like comedies so we went to go see the new Queen Latifah movie `dead
as a doorknob'. As we got in line to buy our tickets, I saw Andre standing
in the opposite line with his arm around another girl!

	Donald was oblivious as I stared at the couple most people viewed
as a petite man and a woman. The girl looked like a skank, dressed very
inappropriately in what I could only describe as hooker clothes, while
Andre wore some tan baggy khakis and a extra large black printed button
down man's shirt. He kept whispering something in the trick's ear, making
her giggle like a Chi-a-pet.
	At some point Andre looked around and spotted me standing in line
with Donald. I saw his face turn cold as he smirked at me, looking me and
Donald up and down like some hardened criminal. Donald put his arm around
my waist, pulling me closer to him when he spotted Andre checking us out.

"You know that guy...?" he asked as we moved up one place in line.

"No." I lied, telling a little white fib (technically Andre wasn't a guy!).
	Andre and his date reached the window first as he reached all the
way down in his pocket to pull out his wallet. He handed the cashier the
money and received the tickets, but not before wrapping his arm around his
date while staring at me as they walked into the theatre. "Why he keep
looking over here at you...?" asked Donald, getting angry that another man
was grittin' all up on me in front of him.

"Don't worry about it, baby..., he's got his girl, and you got yours...!" I
said, soothing it over as I leaned up for a kiss. Donald quickly forgot
about Andre as he kissed me on the lips. The couple in front of us got
their tickets and moved aside as we went up to the window.
	Inside the theatre Andre (and his hooker date) were standing in
line for popcorn. I didn't want to chance any more encounters with him and
Donald so I told Donald that I wanted to go straight into the movie theater
to get a good seat. He agreed as we bypassed the refreshment stands and
went in.

	The theater had a nice crowd, but wasn't fully packed. Donald and I
liked coming to this movie theatre because the seats were comfortable and
reclined, and the crowds were always low. We found a nice spot towards the
back of the theatre where we could make out if we wanted.
	We talked and laughed about stupid things that meant nothing while
we waited for the movie to start. To my complete horror Andre and his date
walked into the same theatre, sitting in the row behind ours on the other
side of the aisle.

	Luckily the previews started, catching Donald's attention so he
didn't notice them take their seats. Andre and I kept staring back and
forth at each other, giving each other disappointing looks. When the
previews were over and the movie started, Donald put his arm around my neck
as we settled back and watched the movie.
	10 minutes into it curiosity got the better of me as I turned my
head and looked back over in Andre's direction. I could see him bent over
in his seat, his head down between the girl's legs as she reclined back
with her eyes closed.

"Look at that shit...!" whispered Donald, seeing what I was looking at as
we both witnessed Andre giving his date oral sex in public. "Can you
believe that?" he asked, thinking they were a man and a women having sex.

"So you've never wanted to have sex in a public movie theatre?" I asked,
turning my attention to him.

"You know I don't eat pussy, Cheryl...!" he said, discarding the idea.

"I know..." I said, pouting. "But you never wanted to this sucked on in a
theatre...?" I asked, reaching down between his legs.

"Cheryl...!" he gasped, surprised by my actions as he looked around to make
sure no one was looking. "What's got into you...? What've you been doing
while we were separated?"
	I sat back in my seat, disappointed that Donald had absolutely no
adventure in him. All he had to do was sit back and get his dick sucked
while I did all the work! I casually glanced back at Andre and his
date. Andre was still down between her legs, still eating her pussy and not
caring who in the movie theatre was watching!

	Determined not to be outdone, I reached over and began undoing
Donald's pants. He protested weakly as I unbuckled his belt and lowered his
zipper. He looked around nervously as I pulled out his limp noodle and bent
down into his lap. I took his soft penis into my mouth and began sucking
it, making it grow bigger and longer as I worked my lips and tongue around
the swelling glands.
	Donald stopped protesting once his dick was fully hard. I bobbed my
head up and down in his lap as I tried to keep the sucking sounds to a
minimum. Donald placed his arm lazily across my back as he reclined back in
his seat. I worked my mouth up and down his swollen lance as the audience
around us laughed at Latifah finding a dead body in her trunk.

	Donald's dick was rock hard as I sucked it. He did indeed have a
beautiful dick which I really enjoyed giving oral service to. My main
complaint was that he was a premie, and didn't compensate his short coming
by returning oral sex.
	As Latifah sped down the highway with a dead body in her truck and
the real killers in hot pursuit, Donald's dick started to throb and pump
fresh cum into my mouth. He grabbed my head (messing up my new hairdo) as
he held me firmly in place while he dumped his load of sperm into my
mouth. I was forced to swallow it all down as his dick pulsed between my
lips. When he was done and finally released my head, I sat up as the
audience burst out in heavy laughter (how appropriate).

"Sorry about that..." whispered Donald as he quickly tucked his softened
dick and refastened his pants. While he was preoccupied I took a quick look
over to see if Andre had seen me sucking Donald's dick, and if she had, I
wanted to see if she was mad. But when I looked back over Andre was nowhere
in sight. I saw his girlfriend though, with both of her feet spread up on
the chair in front of her as she slumped down in the chair sleep.

"I'm going to the ladies room!" I told Donald, wanting to see if Andre was
in the lobby seething over what I did with Donald. When I made my way out
of our row and began to walk up the aisle, I glanced over at Andre's date
and saw Andre kneeling on the floor with his face all pressed up between
the girl's legs. The girl was leaning back, moaning softly as Andre ate her
pussy out in completely darkness. I was paralyzed as I watched my
girlfriend eating another women!
	At that precise moment, Andre looked up from between her date's
legs to see me standing there. I ran from the theatre before she could say
anything embarrassing and found the stairwell leading down into the ladies
room.

	No one was inside (as all the movies had started around the same
time). I stopped at the first sink I saw and turned on the water. I needed
to get the taste of Donald's sperm out of my mouth before I threw up.
	As I had my head under the water, the ladies room door burst open
and in came Andre. We stopped and stared at each other for a solid 10
seconds without breathing or saying anything, both of us waiting for the
other to react.

"Who's the guy you here with...?" she asked, as the door slowly slammed
shut behind her. "...your ex...?"

"Yeah." I answered, spitting water from my mouth. "Who the bitch you here
with...? A hooker?"

"Why she gotta be a hooker...?" asked Andre, acting hurt by my statement.

"I don't know..., maybe you oughta ask HER that question?" I said, checking
my hair in the mirror.

"You know..., --you a fuckin' trip...!" she said, walking by me as she went
to the sink next to me to wash her face. "Here you show up at the movies
with another guy that I invited you to..., and you act like I did something
wrong to you!"

"And eating that bitch's pussy right there in the movie theatre with me
sitting the next aisle over..., what was that?" I asked, watching her rub
water all over her mouth to get that skank's juices off her lips.

"That was me moving on...!" she said, reaching for the paper towels.

"Yeah, well, likewise!" I said, getting back to me in the mirror.
	Andre wiped his mouth off with the towel before throwing it away in
the trashcan.

"You know you lied to me first!" he said, getting my attention.

"How I lie to you..??" I asked, ready to argue.

"You said you couldn't come to the movies with me because you had to go to
the prison with your friend Tonia..., and here you are all hugged up with
your ex-boyfriend!"

"He's not my ex-boyfriend, anymore!" I said, getting a surprised, shock,
and hurt expression from Andrea.
	Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed me by my clothes and
started screaming at me. I fought back by trying to gouge out her eyes, but
she countered by throwing me into one of the stall doors. I fell through
and landed on the toilet seat as she rushed in and started shaking me like
a rag doll.
	We screamed at each other and argued for a second before she
violently pushed me back against the wall. The buttons on my blouse popped
open as my bra came into view. Andrea stared at my breasts for a second
before burying her head between my cleavage. I stopped fighting as she
reached down and ran her hands up the insides of my thighs. I felt her hand
twist into my panties as he quickly toyed with my clit. She used her teeth
to unwrap one of my breasts before attaching her mouth to the nipple. I
moaned softly as she started to finger me, pushing her fingers all the way
up inside of me, making me grow moist.

	Like an animal she fell to her knees and ripped away my lace
panties. She parted my legs (placing one up on the toilet bowl) while she
pressed her face up in my snatch. I moaned aloud as she latched her mouth
to my slit, licking me wildly while sucking my clit. I could do nothing to
stop her as she reached up and pulled my tits from my bra. "No...,
don't..." I begged half heartedly as I surrendered my vagina to her. In the
past 3 days of sex with Donald, I hadn't climaxed once. Here in the ladies
room of a Multiplex movie theatre she had me well on my way in less that 1
minute.
	Andrea sucked my pussy as if she hadn't eaten anything in days. It
was like being devoured by a pitbull, she latched her teeth into me and
wouldn't let go until I was a goner!

	I leaned my back against the wall as I thrust my hips forward,
giving her complete and total access to me. I could feel her zeroing in on
my clitoris, attacking it with viscous suction to make it pop out of its
home. Soon she had me quivering as I felt the first quake coming on, my
legs turning to rubber as I grabbed for the top of the partition for
support.

"That ain't all I can do for you..." whispered Andre, pulling away from me
just before I came. I watched confused and frustrated as she stood up. I
thought she was enacting revenge, getting even with me by making me all hot
and horny for her and then dumping me before I could cum. But instead of
leaving, I heard her unzip her pants as she pulled out her hard long dick.

"Oh shit...!" I moaned, forgetting she wore it at all times! Andrea rubbed
the tip of it up and down my wet slit to moisten it before pushing it all
up in me. "ahhhhh...!!" I groaned loudly as she filled me to the brim,
pushing all 12 inches of her strap-on into me like a man.

"Hold on, babee..., I'm about to ride this ass til you pop!" she said,
grabbing my waist as she hoisted my bottom up on her stick. My feet came
off the ground as I held onto the top of the partitions while she started
to fuck me. I couldn't believe I was standing here in the ladies room of a
Multiplex, getting the shit fucked out of me by a lesbian with a strap-on
while my boyfriend and her date sat upstairs waiting for us to return from
the restroom. Anyone could have walked in on us as she held me firmly in
her hands and pumped her flesh-like dick in and out of me.

	My breasts bounced before her face as we fucked. Andrea couldn't
help leaning forward to lick and suck them as they danced for her. I could
feel her dick getting wetter as my pussy juice socked along the shaft. My
fingers were starting to numb as I held on tightly to the walls, my legs
wrapped around Andrea's waist while she pumped straight into me.
	Heavy moist sucking sounds came from my vagina everything she moved
through me. I could feel myself getting closer to climax as she gripped my
body in her arms and fucked straight up into me. To help relieve some of
the pressure in my fingers I kicked off my heels and placed my feet on the
toilet paper dispenser and the metal ashtray built into the stall. This
also allowed Andrea more room to move as she picked up at the pace and
started to fuck me harder. My mouth dropped open as I felt myself starting
to loose control. I humped my hips back up into her with every thrust she
made, making her 12 inch long python ram all the way up into me like an
African spear. Andrea sucked my sensitive nipples while never missing a
single stroke into my vagina. I felt my juices starting to flow as my
attention centered on my kootchy. I could feel my orgasm building to a peak
as she battered her way through my deliriously aching vaginal walls.

"You gonna cum for me, babee...?" she asked, licking my tits as they
bounced in her face. "You gonna cum for me...?"

"Yes!" I gasped breathlessly as she pounded me more.
	I held on for dear life while my pussy was thoroughly, masterfully,
fucked me. I gasped and groaned with each and every well placed thrust, my
vagina growing wetter with each passing second. When I couldn't stand
anymore pleasure, I came, rising my hips up off her footlong as my vaginal
walls contracted and squeezed. Andrea pushed her fingers up into me,
wanting for feel me cum. She pushed me back flat against the wall as she
buried her tongue into my mouth, pressing most of her hand up inside of
me. I could taste myself on her breath (or was that residue of her date?)
while we kissed, my pussy pulsating wildly on her thrusting fingers.
	Slowly we began to break apart as I came down off my high. Andrea
removed her fingers, licking them clean as she sucked them off one by
one. I laughed at her naughtiness, but then remembered I had Donald
upstairs waiting for me.

"So what now...?" she asked as I looked for my discarded panties.

"I don't know..." I said honestly, too scared to jump into the water with
both feet.

"You still going to stay with your man?" she asked, as she started to wad
up a roll of tissue to clean her dildo.

"I don't know..., I don't think so..." I said, doubtfully.

"So..., can I still see you...?" she asked, tilting her head up towards me
as she awaited my answer.

"Not if you gonna have other girls all up in my face!" I declined.

"And what about your boi, Donald...??" she asked, irritated. "You gonna
keep fucking him?!"

"I honestly don't know..." I answered, being as truthful as I could. "As
good as you feel up inside me..., nothing replaces a real dick!"
	Andre sucked his teeth as she tucked her dick and zipped up.

"You got my pants all wet, n'shit..!" she complaint, smirking wickedly as
we both started to laugh. "So do you love him?" she asked out of the blue.

"Yeah..." I said, giving it some thought. "...I think so, but I'm so not
satisfied with him!"
	Andre walked up close to me, taking my face into her hands as she
leaned in and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. "Call me..." she said,
backing away to leave. As we exited the stall, we came face to face with
Andrea's date...

"BITCH!!" was all I heard before I saw the girl's fist coming towards my
face, after that everything went black!

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