Part 6, Home for Thanksgiving.

 

We had all settled in to our academic routines as we made our way through November. I had gone to see Lisa in several small student productions; she was just as good on stage in a regular role as she was singing. I had also gone to church with her quite a few times, she was now a valued member of the choir. A few of the parishioners seemed wary of us but they were outnumbered by the church ladies who thought we were just too cute for words; it was like we suddenly had gained about 20 honorary grandmothers. Lisa also volunteered with the children's choir and the high-pitched squeals of "Miss Lisa!" were quite familiar to me by now. We were very discreet when we were around "civilians" (that was Owen's term for the world at large) so I don't think the kids knew exactly how I was connected to her, but they had figured out that the presence of Miss Lisa meant that Miss Cindy was probably not far away.

 

Sam and I enjoyed going to the science fiction group meetings. I think Sam really enjoyed surprising the Chicago folks (almost half of ISU's students were from the Chicago area) by making them realize that this big girl from Little Egypt was just as well-read as they were. Honestly Sam had read more books than I ever had but we did share a love for Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash and, much to my surprise, Sam had also read Ian MacDonald's Desolation Road; a book I really loved.

 

Sam was quite embarrassed that she had pretty much emptied my bottle of rum. When I came back to our suite one day she was waiting for me and she presented me with a bottle of Gosling's Black rum and a 6-pack of ginger beer. She explained that those two things were the main ingredients for a drink called a Dark & Stormy (along with some lime juice). Even with my love of all things French I had to admit the black Bermuda rum was really tasty and so we shared a couple of Dark & Stormys. Things had not gotten any better with her brother; there was nothing I could do but sit with her and listen; it did get me quite wet when she would sit on the couch with me, snuggled up against me as we watched Babylon 5 and Deep Space Nine. We did kiss sometimes, and occasionally she would squeeze my boobs and I would return the favor. Her boobs were very nice and firm and sometimes I could also see her nipples poking through her top. She continued to not make any moves toward joining me in my bed, but I was willing to be patient. I certainly didn't want to make things too weird between us.

 

Lisa and her family were going to Arizona for Thanksgiving, so we had made arrangements to go to Clarissa's house on Friday before we all went our separate ways. Clarissa had bought a new head unit for her car (it was a very cute Mercury Capri) and I was going to install it. It was the least I could do to thank her for letting Lisa and I fuck on almost every surface in her house. It was pretty tight getting the unit installed, it was almost too big for the space since she wanted both a CD and a cassette player, but I got it all in and she took us out for a ride to test the unit. Lisa had to almost sit sideways in the back seat, there was about enough leg room for a small poodle. Clarissa's taste in music and my tastes did not overlap much, she was certainly no Led Zeppelin fan, but she let me test out the system by playing "Immigrant Song" at full volume. It was suitably Earth-shaking but as soon as it was done she put in her Whitney Houston CD.

 

Back at her house we went inside and proceeded to strip down. Clarissa had told us about the girl she had been dating off and on, and fucking, but we hadn't met her yet. Myshelle came in, noticed us already naked, and took the hint. She was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall, with braids and amazingly dark skin. She was also all muscle; she was a competitive gymnast and she was still competing while she was in college studying sociology. She didn't have bulgy muscles like a bodybuilder (That's never been attractive to me); they were more like Lisa's or Ellie's, just more defined. It was obvious she was totally entranced by Lisa's white hair and who could blame her for that. She sat down in Clarissa's lab and promptly began playing with her nipples.

 

"So Clarissa has told me you girls have been together since high school."

 

I nodded and launched into the whole story of how we met with Lisa providing the comic relief telling about her fear that she had mustard on her face when I asked to kiss her.

 

"How about you two?"

 

Shell, that's what she asked us to call her, explained that she and Clarissa were in the same introductory science class, astronomy. It was really basic, Carissa told us, and as evidence she explained that it was pretty much infested by frat boys. I groaned audibly. In my three months in college I had truly begun to loathe fraternity guys with their identical clothes, sense of sexual entitlement, and (above all) their tendency to bathe in cologne. Shell also told us she was definitely bisexual, she liked girls and guys pretty much equally and that she was currently madly in love with Clarissa.

 

"Clarissa tells me you like to wrestle before you fuck."

 

I smiled, "Yeah, it's my favorite form of foreplay." I gave Lisa's nipple a tweak, "Lisa isn't as into it as I am, but she does like to watch, and she definitely gets aroused by it."

 

Lisa giggled, "What can I say, I like watching my sweetie struggle naked with another girl."

 

"Well it's not really my thing either, Clarissa introduced me to it and it's O.K., but I would love to see you and her go at it while I let your girlfriend suck on some firm black-girl totties."

The nice thing about wrestling at Clarissa's was her wonderful, thick exercise mat. We knew each other pretty well now and we knew how rough we could get with each other. As we circled at other I could see Lisa laying her head in Shell's lap sucking on her amazingly puffy dark black nipples. Between my sweetie sucking on those firm black breasts and Clarissa's swaying, freckled tits I got distracted and that earned me a hard kick in the belly which knocked me down on the mat. I lashed out with my left foot, driving my heel into Clarissa's red bush and that brought her down right beside me. I threw myself on top of her, my tits splashing down onto hers as I leaned in, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Clarissa kicked wildly at me and managed to grab my bush and pull on the dense, brown hair. I could hear Lisa making her high-pitched sound that precedes a really good orgasm, so I was sure Shell was fingering my sweetie. I managed to get on top of Clarissa again and drive my knee hard between her thick thighs, mashing it hard into her pussy as I simultaneously grabbed both of her big breasts and twisted hard. Clarissa slapped the mat and gave up. I proceeded to sit on her pretty face and, based on the enthusiasm with which she licked my pussy, she was not sorry she lost. I fell forward, my face in her sparse red bush and started licking her nice, wet pussy in return. We were holding each other tight when our orgasms swept through us, I got soaked by Clarissa's very wet climax and she managed to not get kicked in the face as I thrashed on top of her.

 

Shell pulled me off my red-headed friend and slid between my legs so that her amazingly dark pussy was pressed to mine so that we could grind cunt on cunt. I had my tits mashed to hers as her dark pussy rubbed on mine and it wasn't long before we were rolling on the mat in a tight 69. We took turns biting at each other's inner thighs before returning our tongues to exploring pussys.

 

I moved along a little so that I could push the tip of my tongue into her dark butthole. I then found myself trapped between her thick muscular thighs and hardly able to breathe. I could just make out Shell moaning over and over "Fuck my black cunt! Eat my ass baby!" but my immediate concern was the difficulty I was having breathing. I was convinced I was about to pass out when Shell's thighs jerked several times and she released me, rolling on her back, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. We were all pretty worn out from repeated energetic orgasms, but Clarissa at least wasn't done.

 

She pulled Shell to her feet, "Show them how flexible you are." Clarissa dropped to her knees, clearly ready to ready to lick some more pussy.

 

Shell smiled (and she had a dazzling smile, she admitted she had her teeth whitened by the dentist to show her smile off) and grabbed her left ankle. She slowly raised her left leg until it was pointed almost straight up, leaving her pussy and butthole. Impressively she maintained her balance while Clarissa was licking her black pussy with long, slow strokes.

 

Lisa, being a dancer, was pretty flexible too. I was sure that Shell could bend in ways that just weren't natural, but I knew my sweetie was pretty bendy too. She almost had her leg vertical, her pink pussy peeking out of her white bush when it happened.

 

Lisa farted.

 

To say she was blushing was totally understating things. I've used lots of comparisons for how red we could both turn: stop sign, poison frog, baboon's ass; but this blew all of those away. Not only was her face red, the flushing continued right down to her breasts. I couldn't help it, I flopped down on the mat on my back, laughing so hard I was afraid I my piss myself. Lisa fell down on me, splashing her tits on mine and pinning my wrists to the mat so that she could make me be quiet by covering my mouth with hers and pushing her tongue up against mine. Shell and Clarissa weren't sure what to do.

 

I rolled Lisa off me and sat up, pulling her into my lap. I looked over at our friends, tears streaming down my face from laughter. "Girls, that's true love. Once you get to the point that you can fart during sex and you can't help but laugh then you really have found true love. I'm taking this beauty to bed now so that I can eat my fill of some delicious pussy." I did just that; after several more wonderful orgasms for each of us we were totally exhausted, and we fell asleep holding each other tight.

 

Morning came, and I did my part by making breakfast (something easy that has the bonus that my sweetie loves it, French toast) and Clarissa was on the couch, naked, watching one of her wrestling tapes with two ridiculously busty women all by herself.

 

"Where Shell?"

 

"She left early to get to the gym, she does her workouts at like five in the morning. We should go to her next competition; there will be lots of girls with butts as epic as hers."

 

I kissed her on the forehead, "Sounds like a plan babe."

 

Clarissa was a way bigger wrestling fan than I ever was; I really only cared about it when it involved women I wanted to fuck, she followed all the drama obsessively. She pulled out one of the many newsletters she followed and showed it to me.

 

"One of the independent promotions has a show at the Peoria civic center in January, we should go."

 

"Sure, that could be fun."

 

Clarissa was trying hard not to laugh at me, "You didn't really read it, did you? Read the undercard again."

 

I did and this time my eyes bugged out and I reflexively start rubbing my pussy. One of the secondary matches was Wendi Richter vs Alundra Blaze! "We are definitely going, I am taking my camera to get a photo with her and I will do my best not to grab her butt, and when we get home I will fuck everyone senseless!" I grabbed Clarissa's red hair and mashed her freckled face into my now quite wet bush and, she being a good friend, slid her tongue in to my wet pussy. I was gripping her red hair tight when Lisa came in, also naked, drawn by the smell of breakfast and the sounds of excited sex. Soon we were all on the floor in a triangle of pussy-eating. I pulled myself away; and that, Dear Reader, was not easy, and I went to tend to breakfast. That Lisa on the couch with Clarissa rubbing her clit with her hard, fat nipple.

 

We were on our way toward home by late morning. After our travels with the band last summer I had gotten Lisa a CB radio for Alcyone so that we could talk to each other. Yes, I know, it seems so hopelessly last-century now but remember for all our pretension of being sophisticated lesbian college girls we still had those small-town life experiences. Of course, our callsigns were still "Curly" and "Snow White".

 

It had turned kind of cold and there was a little snow in the air when we turned south at Champaign. My radio crackled, "Hey Curly" ("Curly is a lot easier to make out over the radio than its French translation, "Bouclée")

 

"Go for Curly."

 

"We stopping for gumbo and beignets?"

 

"You know it Snow White."

 

There were some local musicians on the little stage, one on the fiddle and one on the accordion, giving the place a proper Cajun vibe and there was a fire in the fireplace. Mrs. Fontenot saw us as we came in, she swept us in like friends who had saved her family from certain death at some point in the distant past."

 

"Bouclée! Tête Blanche! It is so good to see you girls, it's been too long." She proceeded to tell us of the greater and lesser doings of her daughters, their kids, and indeed most of the community; all the while commenting that we needed to eat more. She was just too kind, and she thoughtfully did not comment on my ever-expanding ass. She made us promise to come back for the big Epiphany party; that filled me with visions of me being too full to drive, and she sent us off with two large bags of beignets. Dad and Janet would be happy to see those.

 

I barely got to kiss Lisa good-bye, she and her parents had a late flight out of Indianapolis to Phoenix and she promised to make it up to my pussy when we got back to school.

 

Thanksgiving was quite the crowd in our house; Mom, Dad, all us kids and Cherie, Granddad, Carla, and (this was a bit of a surprise) my aunt Paula from Atlanta. She had gotten divorced again (#3) and she had come to our house for Thanksgiving since her kids were all out on their own and, the way Dad described it, there was a lot of drama in her house.

 

Mom was quite happy to let me help with the cooking. I don't think she ever really enjoyed cooking, eating was just something you had to do. I had a very different view of it; I enjoyed cooking special things for my friends. I had found a well-used copy of The Joy of Cooking on one of our trips to the used bookstore (Lisa had picked up a copy of Unfinished Tales) and I referred to it often. Janet helped me out some, but I think she also wanted to keep an eye on me to make sure I didn't let on to the rest of the family that she enjoyed fucking girls, a group that included my girlfriend.

 

Most of my friends were off to see distant family for the holiday; Lisa was in Arizona, Rita was with her parents in Minneapolis, Steph was still in St. Louis, Michelle was in Rhode Island. That left (hopefully) Lee and Ellie. Lee and I were going to get together, assuming there was not bad weather between Iowa and home, and that meant lots of energetic sex. I was not sure about Ellie, I didn't know how things were between her and Janet and I did not want to mess up my little sister's sex life.

 

Thankfully the assorted relatives were staying in motels so I didn't have to share a bed with Janet like we had done in the past. I was sure if we had to do that now we would wake up fingering each other and that would be too weird. I went to the coffee shop, if for no other reason than to see Ben and Ron. I asked if Janet wanted to come but she didn't want to.

 

Ben and Ron both gave me enthusiastic short-guy hugs and within moments had my cup of Black Darjeeling ready. They regaled me with stories of how the shop was doing well, old ladies in the afternoon and high school students (queer and straight) along with assorted members of the queer community in the evenings. Janet was clearly enjoying being Queen of the World and I was happy to learn that she wasn't nearly the tramp her big sister had been (at least with girls).

 

I heard the ringing of the little bell over the door and turned to see Ellie coming in, Alecia had told me she had developed a serious coffee habit and was one of those people who could have some before bed and go right to sleep. She ran over to me, damn near knocking me off the stool, and dragged me over to the Crying Couch.

 

"Where's Snow White?"

 

"She's in Arizona with her family. I'm on my own this week."

 

Ellie's pretty face fell. I never could decide who she had a bigger crush on, me or Lisa. "You were hoping for a threesome?"

 

She smiled and put her hand on my thigh.

 

"What the story with you and Janet?"

 

Ellie sighed and then went into a long and fairly complicated story. It was like Ellie and my sister were lovers and rivals at the same time. Ellie had definitely cut a wider swath through the boys than Janet had and, apart from Lisa, they had never fucked the same girls. I was both weirded out and fascinated by Ellie's talk of her and Janet fucking, she was sure Janet had inherited my pussy-eating skills and Janet did love getting dovefucked, just like I do.

 

I wasn't sure where to go with this next, but Ellie took the lead.

 

"Want to go back to the studio? There's a sofa in the office."

 

We walked up the street, Ellie unlocked the door, and we went in. As soon as we were out of sight of the street she was on me, mashing her tits on mine and sliding her tongue over mine. It didn't take us long to get naked and I went right for her (now shaved) pussy, running my tongue back and forth between her pussy and her ass, kneading both her firm buttcheeks with my hands. I pushed her down on her back and got on top of her so that our breasts were smashed together and began slowly grinding my pussy on hers. We climaxed at almost the same time, resulting in us rolling off the couch in a tangle of naked limbs, thrashing wildly. We laid there for a while on the carpet, boobs still mashed together, my furry snatch rubbing on her smooth skin.

 

"Janet still has a lot to learn, you could teach her a lot."

 

I bit her ear, "Oh please! Why is almost everyone obsessed with me fucking my sister?"

 

Ellie bit me back, "Even Lisa?"

 

"She's intrigued by the prospect and I have no doubt Janet and I are her favorite masturbation fantasy, but she doesn't bring it up. I certainly don't talk about it."

 

"OK, I do consider myself lucky to have tasted both of the Manning girls and I'm sorry, but she has better tits than you do."

 

I smacked her tight butt, "Yeah, everyone can see that."

 

"I do have one thing I want to ask of you."

 

"What's that? I swear if it involves sex with any other member of my family I will beat you silly."

 

"Nothing like that; when you come home for Christmas can you introduce me to Rita's mom?"

 

"Why?"

 

"I've been thinking about college and shit like that and I think I want to be a lawyer like her. I've heard you and Lisa talk so much about her and the black woman, Katherine, and how they are utter badasses. I know things would have been easier for my mom if someone had been there to let her know what she was legally entitled to and I think it would have helped me and my brother and my sister. I want to help people like she does."

 

I kissed Ellie long and hard, "I think you could be just as kickass as they are. They are the strongest women I have ever met; but I think, considering all she has been through, your mom is pretty amazing too. I'll talk to Rita and we'll find a time when she, and maybe Katherine too, will be in town."

 

Ellie thanked me by rolling my on my back and spreading my legs wide to that she could go to work on my pussy and my ass with her tongue. It didn't take long before I was moaning and jerking and the carpet and Ellie, knowing me all too well, let go before I went into full on convulsions of pleasure.

 

"Your orgasms are way more dangerous than Janet's."

 

I sank my teeth into her lovely light brown nipple before getting my clothes back on. We got dressed and walked back to the coffee shop before going to our respective homes. I was sure, based on the look Janet gave me, that she knew I had fucked Ellie. I just smiled.

 

I was really excited to see Lee. I will always love her, she was the person who gave me the courage to be who I actually am, and I will always owe her for that. Lee opened the door before I even had the chance to ring the bell. She was wearing a t-shirt that didn't completely cover her brown bush, which I noticed that she had trimmed. She pulled me in, shut the door, and dragged me over to the couch as I struggled to get my shirt and my bra off. We got in some serious kissing and boob squeezing before Lee got up.

 

"Wait here, I got something to show you."

 

I was excited. Last time Lee had introduced me to the Hitachi Magic Wand, so I was up for whatever she had this time. She returned carrying two pair of oversized boxing gloves. They were way bigger than real gloves, they were much more like the ones I saw later in life at Foxy Boxing nights at strip clubs. She helped me put them on, making sure to rub her boobs on mine as she did.

 

"You ready to fight babe? We go till one of us gives up; then comes the pissing and the pussy eating."

 

"Bring it on you fat-titted slut!"

 

Lee wasted no time, she came right at me and landed I right jab right into my face. Mike Tyson was right, everyone has a plan until they get hit in the face. I staggered back, it hurt a little, kind of like getting hit really hard with a firm pillow; I lunged in toward her, driving my left fist up into her big tit from beneath, almost hitting her in the face with her own boob. Evidently what she had learned at school was a form of kickboxing because she lashed out with her amazing thick leg, kicking me hard in the belly. I was holding my gut, it hurt but my pussy was dripping wet from this. I got in a few good shots to Lee's hard belly and one to her head. I tried to kick her in the pussy, but I missed, and she punched me right in the bush. I dropped to my knees.

 

"That's enough babe! Please, let me eat your pussy now!"

 

She pulled me into the bathroom and sat me in the shower on the floor. She pulled my gloves off and then pulled off hers before she spread her legs and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. I moaned as I felt a hot stream of pee splashing over my tits; Lee rubbed her wet reddish-brown bush in my face and grabbed her firm butt so I could lick her pussy clean. She turned on the water and cleaned us both off after which she pulled me into her bedroom and threw me on the bed. As she lowered her wet pussy to my waiting tongue I started licking, flicking her swollen clit with my tongue. Her legs tightened against my head, I could hear her quick chirping noises as she climaxed, her juices coating my face. Lee collapsed onto her bed and I laid my head down on her chest, so I could play with her nipples.

 

"Wow! Where did you learn that?"

 

"Robin enjoys it, so I gave it a try. It's different than wrestling but it does get me wet."

 

"Robin's the girl you told me about, the one with a cock?"

 

Lee blushed, "Yeah, she and share an apartment now. It's nice living with her."

 

"What's it like, having a cock in you?"

 

"I had a few threesomes with Gena and Brian in high school, but this is different. She really thinks like a girl and she is determined to make sure I orgasm every time. Brian was a nice enough guy but once he shot his load he was done for about 20 minutes. I think you'd like Robin, you could introduce her to sexfighting."

 

"I'm worried it would be weird and I have no idea if Lisa would like the idea."

 

She kissed me hard enough on my boob to give me a hickey (not the first time she had done that), "The offer is out there; you're one of my best friends, after all you held on to me when I thought I was going to die from my cramps and you stuck with me even when I barfed up grape soda. If that's not love I don't know what is."

 

I told Lee the story of Shell and Lisa comparing how flexible they were and how Lisa ripped a big old fart. Lee laughed so hard I thought she would pee in her bed.

 

"Oh God that's funny! Lisa is always so composed and calm, I bet she did some epic blushing." She rolled over and I took that as an invitation to spread her muscular cheeks and give her butthole a long lick. Lee quivered with pleasure, but she rolled back toward me, holding a pink strapless dildo.

 

"You girls have one of these?"

 

"Yeah, Lisa really likes it, but it doesn't do much for me."

 

"How does she fuck you with it?"

 

"From behind, like we've seen in the videos."

 

She made a big show of slowly pushing it up into her pussy. She laid on her back, a naughty smile on her face.

 

"Now Cin, come sit on it; it's different when you're on top."

 

I lowered myself down on the pink shaft, feeling it slide up inside my pussy. Lee was right, it was different; it was better. I could sit there on her hips, the dildo deep inside me, and she could play with my tits and I could play with hers. We could kiss while she worked her hips up and down, the pink dildo sliding in and out of my cunt. I experienced a shuddering orgasm, but it wasn't terribly violent; I guess I was worn out from getting beat up.

 

We lay there in her bed, telling each other about our lives. Lee would always be like a big sister to me, albeit one I could fuck whenever I wanted to. I was somewhere between impressed and horrified as she told me about getting into several bar fights when people, mostly drunk guys, were mean to Robin, calling her a "He-she" or sometimes just "Freak." They grossly underestimated how strong Lee was and, since I had been able to minutely examine her nude body, she was definitely still lifting weights. We had to get dressed in a hurry when we heard her parents pull into the driveway. They knew about Robin but had never met her; they certainly knew about me and Lisa and I didn't want them realizing I was pretty much a common tramp where their daughter was concerned. By the time they got inside we were on the couch listening to her dad's Counting Crows CD August and Everything After (I really liked "Rain King"). I talked music with her dad for a little while and then headed home, my head filled with images of using Lisa's dildo in new ways.

 

 

College was a wonderful time for me, I was out of my small town (with its small-town attitudes) and I did become sexually voracious in that time while still having a wonderful relationship with Lisa. I always enjoy hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider donating to the Nifty archive (https://donate.nifty.org)