Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2002 19:37:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Itch, part 1 (F/F, oral, anal)

This is a work of fiction by Lisa Summers. It `s a story of lesbian sex, so
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The Itch
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 I felt overcome, as though I'd stepped into a riptide that swept me out to
sea, to drown in, what? Or like a skier quietly schussing down a gentle
slope, suddenly overturned by an avalanche of, again, what?

That was The Itch, when it hit me.

I had been married for 2 years and 3 months, exactly, to a very nice man,
Robert. I could see our lives going along in a pleasantly quiet way,
nothing remarkably exciting, but also nothing remarkably painful. My
childhood had been marked by constant fights between my parents, until
finally my parents split up, and nothing was ever really the same after
that, for me. I wanted to avoid that again in my life.

One of the quiet, unremarkable things that we'd do, would be to go see a
movie every week. One week I'd choose the movie, the next Robert
would. That week he chose "Resident Evil." I rolled my eyes when Robert
picked it out. It sounded like a slasher type horror movie, and I really
preferred what Robert called "chick flicks." I've always been very
feminine. I'm 5' 4" tall, weight (usually) 120 pounds, with 36C breasts,
nice hips and ass, long, curly light blonde hair, a `cute' face, and a
generally perky nature. Robert calls me `his little cheerleader'.

We've had a pretty good sex life. Nothing exciting, but Robert always makes
sure I cum, and I really enjoy him eating my pussy, sometimes more than
being fucked. Anyway, back to the movie. Sure enough, it was full of action
and adventure and scary monsters, which, honestly makes me doze off. I
noticed though, that one of the characters was a latina named `Rain.' She
had some very interesting and alluring facial expressions as the movie went
on, and I found myself watching the movie very closely when she was in a
scene.

There was another female character, I didn't catch her name because I
wasn't paying as much attention to her, but she was the lead, played by a
pretty famous actress, and had blonde hair. I became more and more
intrigued by the latina actress, and I felt like there was some kind of
emotional communication occurring between the 2 female characters, but it
was very subliminal. Still, it was intriguing and I watched their
relationship develop. Finally, after a certain amount of unspoken tension
had built up between them, the Anglo character, played by Milla Jehovah (I
think), said something that absolutely floored me.

"I could kiss you, bitch!" she exclaimed after a dramatic moment in the
movie, staring intently into `Rain's' eyes. I felt like that was just what
was going to happen, and I thought my heart would leap out of my throat!
Well, everything that happened in the movie after that was irrelevant to my
experience, so I won't ruin the movie for anyone, but for the rest of the
night, I was thinking about those 2 women, and what might have happened to
them.

I visualized them melting into a warm embrace, capped by a passionate kiss,
and sometimes I'd think of myself as the `white bread' anglo girl, and that
the latina woman would take me in her arms. That night, after the movie,
Robert and I made love again, and I couldn't help but picture `Rain' on top
of me, and between my legs licking my wet pussy. "God, you're really wet,
Jesse," Robert said. "Turned on by monsters?" I just pressed his mouth
closer to my over sensitive cunt, and whispered quietly, "Lick me, Rain."

The actress playing Rain is named Michelle Rodriguez, and I visited a few
web sites to look at her picture. She's really cute, but it wasn't her
looks so much that had an effect on me, but the way she acted in the
movie. Really aggressive, self-confident, masterful (missterful?), in
control. Dominant, I guess.

Over time, I became more and more infatuated with the scenario of a
dominant latina woman taking me in hand. It was like an itch that I just
couldn't scratch, and I thought of it as "The Itch." Finally, it got to the
point that I felt like I had to do something about it. I only wanted to
have the experience, whatever it might be. I didn't want to change my life,
or leave Robert, or anything like that. I knew that what I wanted would
have to involve another woman, preferably latina, and that she'd have to
want to be involved with a woman, mainly me. So, probably I should check
out places where I could find a lesbian, or at least a bi girl or woman. I
picked up a copy of the alternative weekly paper in my city, and in the
personals section I could see there were a lot of women advertising for
other women. I started looking at the `bi' section, because I was afraid of
what lesbians might be like, since I didn't know any. Of course, I didn't
think I knew any bi women either, but at least if they sometimes liked men,
they'd be more like me, and so, less strange and unfamiliar.

But there, I ran into a problem. Every single ad from a bi woman, said
something about a boyfriend or husband wanting to watch, or participate. I
knew there was no way I wanted to involve somebody else's man, much less my
own. I just wanted to meet a woman! So, I took a deep breath and checked
out the `lesbian' section. I guess I was too picky there, too, because I
rejected most of those, too. Finally, I was left with only one.

"It read, "Latina SF, 23, in search of WF or HF, 18-25, for conversation,
friendship and possibly fun. Should like a woman with a mind of her own,"
and it gave a contact number. I read the ad over and over, trying to divine
what each word by itself meant, then words in combination, then whole
sentences, until I'd wrung as much meaning as I could from her words. I
pictured her as being like Rain, and soon my itch became uncontrollable. I
decided that I'd contact her, and see what developed. Her name was Mira,
and in our brief initial telephone conversation, she sounded very nice.

We arranged to meet at a coffee house a few miles from my house, "The Daily
Grind."  I knew there was no chance that Robert, or anyone we knew would be
there, so I wouldn't have to worry about being found out, and could just
concentrate on The Itch. I arrived at the coffee house a few minutes early,
and looking around, I didn't see any singles, so I took a table to wait. A
few minutes after I got there, before the waitress came over, the door
opened and in walked a beautiful, black-haired woman. She paused inside the
door, and assessed each table in turn. When at long last her eyes reached
me, she smiled, a lovely smile, and strode over to me.

"Jesse?" she questioned. I smiled back at her, and nodded my head, perhaps
too enthusiastically. She pulled out the chair next to me at the table, and
bending down, gave me a small, but lingering, peck on the cheek. "I'm so
happy to see you at last. I've been picturing you from the description you
gave, and you're even lovelier than you said."

"And so are you!" I gushed. She sat, then, and we ordered our coffee. Our
conversation flowed naturally, and soon I was at ease, as though talking to
an old friend. As we talked, I looked at her features. Her glossy black
hair was her crowning feature. It was long, and curled where it lay on her
shoulders in large waves, like a panther might curl lazily into a tree
branch after making a conquest. Her eyes were black, and slightly almond
shaped. Her skin was slightly olive colored, darker than mine, and her
complexion was perfect, smooth and flawless.

Her nose was strong and straight, and her nostrils flared whenever she made
an important point in conversation. Her lips were so, so, tempting. Full,
moist and sensual. Her teeth were white, straight and even. Her chin was
strong, but not large. Her breasts were breath-taking to me, they looked to
be about 40DD, but firm and high. I realized at that moment, gradually, how
easily I was drawn into considering another woman as a sexual partner, and
weighing in her sex as an attractive factor in my relationship with her. I
found myself thinking about how her legs, her thighs and calves, looked
under her business-like skirt. How her panties must cling to her muscular
buttocks. Wondering whether her nipples would show through her bra when she
was excited. Wondering how much hair she had around her pussy, or if she
might be shaved down there.

Whether her pussy became visibly wet when she was touched by another
woman. Wondering what it was she most liked to do with a woman, and whether
I would like it as much, or more. Whether she would like to do the things I
would learn to do, and whether she would do them for me. I found myself
getting wet between my legs, and I was glad that I'd worn a skirt, too. It
wouldn't do to have a wet spot in the crotch of my pants, for all to
see. Mira complimented me on my hair, which is cut short, to just covering
my ears. She also told me that my blouse accented my blue eyes, and when
she added, "it shows off your breasts so nicely," I blushed.

She said that she was 23 as her ad had claimed, a grad student at the
University, and that she was looking for a woman who could be a friend, or
something more, but not a long term relationship. I told her that I was 23
also, and confessed that I am married, but that I was curious about having
a relationship with a special kind of woman.

She smiled, and looking directly into my eyes, said softly, "And what would
make a woman special for you, Jesse?" I looked down, as I felt that her
eyes were boring into my soul, and said, "I, I don't know for sure. I'd
like a woman to show me what to do, to take charge of me, to let me just
float and not be responsible. Is that pathetic, or what?" I blushed again.

"No, not at all," Mira said, taking my hands, which had been busy tearing
up a napkin, in hers. Her hands felt warm and strong. "You'd like to be
shown what no one ever took the time to teach you before." Apropos of
nothing, she then said, "A woman is most beautiful when she's being made
love to." She said that as though it were a statement of fact, that needed
no further discussion. I found myself nodding absently, absorbed more in
the feel of her skin against mine, and loving it. I worked up the courage
to look again into the deep pool of her eyes, and found her gaze to be as
warm as her hands.

"Let's go," she said simply, and not waiting for a response, began to
rise. We both stood then, and I saw that she was about 5 inches taller than
me. It felt comfortable. I looked down at her hips, and they looked so
feminine and full.

"Uh, okay," I said. "Where are we going?"

"Back to my townhouse," she replied briskly. All this time, she didn't
release my hand, and I felt a thrill that I was now holding hands with
another woman, still a stranger to me. I hadn't done that since I was a
little girl, but now it was all different. We walked out of the coffee
house, and when we got to the door, she brought her arm around my back to
open it for me, brushing her hand along my back.

"She's copping a feel!" I giggled to myself. I looked up at her and smiled,
our faces briefly approaching, then reluctantly pulling away. We walked
out, and it was then I felt her hand discreetly on my ass, guiding me in a
particular direction. I didn't know if I should jump from her touch, or not
make any reaction, or press back against her hand. I decided then that I
should just respond as my body and heart wanted me to. I pressed back
against her hand, and felt an electric thrill all through my lower body
when she briefly, and gently squeezed my bottom.

"My car's over there. Did you lock yours?" she asked. I nodded, unable to
speak, and followed her over to her Lexus. She opened the passenger door
for me, something no one, including Robert, had done in a long time. She
got in on the driver's side, and as she started the car, she put on a pair
of black leather driving gloves.

I said, "Those are beautiful gloves, Mira."

She smiled at me and said, "I adore the feel of leather, but only in small
doses. By the way, if you're wondering how a grad student can afford a
Lexus and a townhouse, my father's very rich, and very indulgent of his
only daughter." I laughed, and let my head fall back against the headrest.

"You're very beautiful, Jesse," Mira said, taking her eyes off the road
briefly. "I can't wait to see you become even more beautiful." That hit me
in my pussy. The realization that Mira was going to make love to me, and
that I would, what? I didn't know, but I knew that I would find out. I
brushed my skirt over my thighs, as though to straighten out invisible
wrinkles, but it actually was to discreetly brush across my clit, as the
tension in my being was unbearable. Mira watched me, but didn't say
anything.

We arrived at her townhouse, in a very nice part of town. I decided to wait
in my seat after she parked. Mira came around and opened my door. As I rose
up from the seat, Mira stayed stationary by the door pillar, so that my
face came within inches of hers as I rose to a standing position. When I
got to my standing height, her face moved closer to mine, but this time
there was no pulling away. I felt her warm breath on my lips, and smelled
the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume filling my nostrils, before I
felt the touch of her soft lips against mine. Her lips perfectly molded to
mine, and as I moaned from the unexpected pleasure of her taste and feel,
her soft tongue quickly darted into my mouth, then just as quickly left.

I melted into her embrace as her arm went around my shoulders, both to
support me and pull me hard against her. Her warm breasts crushed against
mine, and I swam in the tide of passion that crashed over me. I felt as
though she were surrounding me, and absorbing me, shocking me with little
jolts of lightning she kept inside her, somewhere. I didn't want to leave
her tender embrace, but, much too quickly she ended our brief kiss and our
joining, and, taking my hand again, led me up the stairs to her front door,
which was beautifully oaken, with a wreath of dried herbs and flowers
centered in the full, leaded glass insert. I could smell a faint scent of
heather.

She unlocked the door, and pulled me in behind her. Slamming the door shut,
she pressed her body against me, pinning me against the glass of the
door. She pressed her lips against mine again, and this time, when her
tongue penetrated past my submissive lips into my mouth, it stayed there,
caressing my gums, teeth and tongue with hers. Her hands went to my
beautiful blue silk blouse, and she quickly unbuttoned my blouse, working
her way down in record time. With my blouse open, her hands went to my
breasts, encased inside my bra, kneading and caressing them through the
satiny fabric.

My nipples were hard and erect, and her pinching them, I knew, if anything,
would make them harder. So, I moaned into her mouth, "Pinch my nipples,
baby, pinch me hard. I want to feel you on me." I was shocked that these
words were coming out of my mouth, but she was in total control of me. I
felt like she had projected them into my brain, except that it was my pussy
that was doing the thinking now. Mira lifted up my bra over my breasts, so
that my firm tits were now in her warm, smooth hands. She returned to
pinching my pink nipples, and leaned over to suck one into her mouth.

I loved the tongue bath she was giving my hard, almost painful nipples, and
my hand on the back of her head pressed her harder and closer onto my
breasts. While her mouth was alternately sucking and then blowing on each
of my full breasts, she reached around behind me to unfasten my bra, which
soon dropped to the floor. Mira then reached up and pulled my blouse
halfway off my shoulders, and began kissing and licking my smooth, creamy
shoulders, while her hands both cupped, then caressed my round ass cheeks
through the fabric of my skirt. My blouse fluttered to the floor. Mira
didn't slow down one bit, as her hands slid inside the waistband of my
skirt and my panties, to cup my ass, her hands directly against my skin.

I'd never felt anything so exciting in my whole life. Another woman's hands
caressing my most private areas, and there was no doubt that Mira was going
to fuck me, one way or another. All I could do was help her to fuck me. I
moved away from the door a few inches, hoping that she would pull down my
skirt. Mira quickly took the hint, and my skirt lay on the floor near my
bra. Now I was clad only in my white satin panties. Mira's hand invaded the
front of my panties, and her middle finger gently stroked my sopping wet
cunt. I moaned in her ear, "Please, Mira, fuck me with your big, hard
finger. Please, baby."

Mira thrust her finger into my hole, making me cum in large, gasping
shudders. She stroked the tip of her finger across my sensitive clitoris,
making me cum again, and again, and finally, again. I slumped against
Mira's strong arm, as she slowed her stroking, and she directed her wet
finger to my pussy lips, around and around. She slowly slid my panties off
my smooth, round ass cheeks, and the panties ended up inside my skirt on
the floor. She pushed me hard, then, against the door again and I
gasped. Her finger slid again, this time more slowly, up inside me, teasing
and torturing me.

I gasped again, this time in shock, when we heard a knocking at the door.

"Mailman, got a registered letter," a voice shouted from the other side of
the glass.

Mira acted as though she hadn't heard. Her finger still stroked in and out
of my cunt, and though the presence of the mailman on the other side of the
door certainly distracted me, I gasped and moaned, and writhed against the
glass of the door.

"Mira, don't, there's a -" I started to say, but her thumb rubbing against
my hard clit caused my words to turn to babbling. I can only imagine what
the mailman thought, with the clear sounds of a woman in sexual ecstasy and
her body squirming against the glass right in front of him. I'm sure he
could clearly see my naked body through the cloudy glass, so it's not too
surprising that he put it together.

"Uhh, I guess you're, uh, busy, so I'll just, uh, bring it over tomorrow,"
he said through the door. I could hear him chuckling as he walked away. I
didn't really care, I just wanted to feel more of Mira on me. Mira got on
her knees in front of me, and then the real ecstasy started for me. She
used her hands to separate my vaginal lips, and then brought her hot mouth
to my pussy. It felt as though her tongue was at least two feet long, and
powered by a vibrating engine. Alternating between sliding her tongue deep
inside my dripping pussy, and stroking it hard and fast across my clit, I
came countless times. When she slid one finger inside my tight ass hole
while licking me, she started a whole new round of cumming. Honestly, I
believe I came dozens of time against Mira's front door.

Mira then got back on her feet, and bringing her mouth to my ear,
whispered, "How was that baby, did you enjoy it?" I giggled weakly, and
licked her ear, then whispered, "Yes, sweetheart, that was the nicest fuck
I've ever had."

Mira stepped back to look at me, smirked, and said, "You haven't been
fucked yet, baby. That was just foreplay." With that, she took my hand
again and led me to her bedroom. She led me to the king size bed, and lay
me down, naked on top of the rose floral comforter covering it. I lay back,
and looked up at Mira. She stepped into the middle of the room, and began
stripping for me. She slowly took off her blouse, cupping and caressing her
breasts as she'd done mine. She unsnapped the front snap on her bra, and
released her full, lush breasts from their fabric prison, pinching her
nipples. I, too, found my hands on my breasts, mimicking her actions on
myself.

Mira unsnapped the waistband on her skirt, and when it dropped to the
floor, I saw she was wearing only panties, in an unfamiliar fabric. A light
yellow in color, they weren't frilly or lacy as I'd expected. She ran her
fingers along the crotch of the panties, and when she lifted up the fabric
between her thigh and her pussy, right where she'd have a bikini cut, I saw
a little trickle of liquid run out the panty opening. She scooped it up
with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I sniffed it, and didn't
recognize the aroma. Then it struck me, it was Mira's lubricant. Her
fucking me had made her wet, and cum too.

I opened my mouth, and Mira slid her cum covered finger into my mouth. I
sucked at it, loving the new taste. Then Mira climbed up fully on the bed,
and brought her legs to either side of my head, her crotch within inches of
my mouth. It was then that I could see that the fabric of her panties was
leather, a soft, supple leather. Mira slowly pressed her leather covered
pussy against my mouth. I sucked against the leather, but I couldn't get
anything that way, so I moved my head to the side, and nosed over the
leather to reveal Mira's beautiful pink slit for the first time.

Not sure of the right things to do, I simply thrust my tongue into her
slit. Mira began moving up and down on my tongue, as though it were a
cock. "Oh, that's it baby, you can fuck your lover. Stick that nice tongue
up me, lick up my cum, baby, lick me." Her movements began to speed up,
faster and faster, until Mira was humping herself hard against my mouth and
nose. I didn't mind, I loved the feel, taste and smell of her feminine
liquids, flavored by the heat of her body and trapped by the leather for
hours while she had teased me. Finally, she gave a gasp, and then slowed to
a stop.

She slithered down the bed, until we were in each other's arms again,
kissing deeply and passionately. We both dropped off to sleep for a little
while, then I woke up to find Mira licking and nipping at my nipples
again. I smiled down at her, and stroked her hair. She looked up at me, and
smiled back. "That was something special, Jesse."

I didn't know for sure what she meant, so I didn't say anything. Mira said,
"I'd like to really make love to you now, baby. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, sweetheart, you can do anything you want," I said, and I meant
it. This beautiful latina goddess could do anything she wanted with me, or
to me. Mira got off the bed, and walked over to her dresser. Opening the
top drawer, she pulled out something I'd heard of, but never seen. A strap
on dildo, about 9 inches or so long. It looked a LOT bigger than Robert's
dick, and I wasn't sure if I could take it, but I trusted Mira
implicitly. She stood in the middle of the room, and kind of poked it at
me, playfully threatening me with it, then began shimmying off her tight
leather panties. She slid them down her legs, and placed them on the edge
of the bed. I pulled the moist panties to me, and brought them to my nose,
inhaling her luscious fragrance, different on the seat than on the piece
where her crotch had rested, but both aromas so delightful.

Mira twirled around, to show me her beautiful, strong womanly body, now
completely naked. I thought that, looking at her ass, and remembering that
aroma, that I'd like to get closer to her there, but she strapped on the
dildo instead. Mira looked, well, different. Clearly a woman with generous
curves, but a huge dick sticking out in front of her, I giggled. With a
mock stern look, she crawled up from the edge of the bed, between my legs,
which I spread invitingly. I wanted to feel Mira deep inside me.

She pressed her hips against mine, and I raised my legs up so that she
could slip inside. I hoped she'd do it gently. She did, and soon Mira had
her cock deep inside my pussy, far deeper than Robert had ever been, and
filling me completely. Pushing in hard, then pulling out slowly, she teased
me. Every time her hips contacted mine, I felt a hard tingle through my
clit, as the strap on rubbed against my nubbin. Soon she was fucking me
faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me
Mira, fuck me hard! Stick your dick inside me, fuck me hard! I love you,
fuck me baby!" I looked down at my breasts, which were flushed with my
passionate feelings, and knew that my face looked the same.

I came again, several times. Mira lay against me for a few minutes, then
whispered, "I want you to lay on top of me and fuck yourself on my cock,
okay baby?" I nodded, without speaking, and we reversed position so that
Mira was laying on her back and I was squatting over her erect cock. I
slowly lowered myself on it until it had slid all the way up inside my
bruised pussy. Then I lifted myself up, and slid down, again and again,
fucking myself on Mira's hard, beautiful girl cock. I came, once, then lay
on top of Mira, with each part of our bodies touching the other's. My
thighs against hers, my feet against hers, our stomachs touching, our
breasts nestling against the other's, and sweetest of all, our lips gently
nuzzling each other's.

"Do you trust me, baby?" Mira asked again, and I nodded yes.

"Forever and ever, darling," I replied. It was then that I felt someone
else climb up on the bed, between Mira's legs and mine. I tried to look
around, but Mira brought her lips to mine, and impaled my mouth on her
sweet tongue. I felt the brush of long, soft hair against my back, and,
with Mira's cock still buried deep inside my limp pussy, I felt a smaller
cock entering my rear hole. Whoever it was, was incredibly gentle, and the
cock slowly worked its way in and out of my virgin ass hole, going deeper
and deeper each time. The only thing that had ever been up inside my ass
before this, had been Mira's long slim finger a few hours before.

Soon sensations were registering all over my body, as the tension caused by
a cock inside my warm ass built up into a tidal wave of passion. I could
feel Mira's tongue on mine, her breasts and hard nipples rubbing against my
equally hard nipples, I could feel Mira's hard dick still gently fucking me
as our hips moved imperceptibly. I could feel my second lover's hair
brushing against my sensitive back, as he? She? Stroked in and out of my
back hole, and I could feel the remarkable sensations the cock was
producing in my ass.

"How's that baby, do you like being fucked in the ass?" I heard a soft
feminine voice say behind me. So, at least I knew I was being fucked by
another woman, a pleasure that I found to be almost limitless.

"Yes, please fuck me in the ass. I love feeling your cock inside me there,
while I'm being fucked in my slut pussy. Please fuck my holes, I want to be
your slut, I want your cum!" I knew it couldn't possibly be me saying such
depraved things, but I was concentrating on cumming once again, and I
didn't mind at all being slutty to do it. I felt the woman behind me
speeding up her stroking of my ass, and her movements caused my pussy to
fuck against Mira's cock too.

All at once the three of us were thrashing around as jolts of electricity
coursed through our pussies, and clits and asses, and we were overwhelmed
by what was for me, the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. We all slumped
in a pile, then I eased myself off Mira's cock, my curiosity overcoming
me. The woman behind me was a very cute, totally feminine looking, totally
naked honey blonde, about my age. She grinned at me and said, "Hi, I'm
Donna. I'm Mira's house mate." I didn't know what to say, so I just grinned
back and kissed her.

Did you like this? I'm sure there will be a part 2...