Date: Mon, 1 May 2023 20:24:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Jones Subject: Courtney and Elle -2- This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. Copyright 2023 B. Jones, all rights reserved. Courtney and Elle -2- So, things got very comfy in the office with the three gay girls. Soon after Elle made it with Courtney, she had dinner with Susan Levinson on a Tuesday night. They were both were working late on a buy/sell agreement for a private lesbian business owner. It was to be emailed that night to the owner, a Rachel Bauman. Elle volunteered to stick around until Susan was finished with it, and then made the copies and did the filings and updated the work database. They were both starving, so they made for Rita's Place, the restaurant where Elle was "welcomed to the team" by Courtney a few weeks ago. Business was already booming, and tonight Courtney was out wining and dining a potential hire. She had met Denise Livingston at a Lambda fundraiser. She was doing the full court press on Brooklyn West at Maurice's, a fine dining spot not far from Rita's Place. She wanted the firm's attorneys, to be "all lesbian, all the time." That really narrowed the field, and when she found a bad girl she liked, she went all out to recruit them. Susan was in the mood for wine, and who was Elle to object. They found a quiet spot in the back room, away from the TV's and the drinkers. Elle hoped Courtney was having a fruitful evening. "I wonder if she closes Denise on joining us. We could really use her methinks," said Elle. "You're thinking like a partner," said Susan. "I love it." "How does the old commercial go 'When Courtney talks, people listen.' I think that girl speaks in tongues or something. She's got the gift of gab." "Ha ha. Tongues, now wouldn't that be something," said Susan. "You know, she's ours, all ours. She's a rainmaker, the pied piper." "When she was at our old firm, she was the #1 producer. Now that she's running her own ship, she is frankly going C.R.A.Z.Y. By the way, the commercial goes, 'When EF Hutton talks, people listen.' My dad used to love that commercial. It's about a NY firm that did financial advice for families, sort of in the seventies, I think. But it's a great way of describing Court." This was a chance for Susan to really get to know Elle. "But tell me about Elle," said Susan. "Surely," said Elle. "I may sound like a broken record, but I really believe I've stumbled upon something so special. We're a hot firm, and, I think, it's only going to get hotter." "That's nice to hear from someone other than Courtney and me," said Susan. "What else, girlfriend," said Susan. "This is our first time going out, just the two of us. I really want your feedback!" "You know, from one gay girl to another, I think Pam is at the end of the rope with Gary," said Elle. "When were alone, she sometimes asks me about women and sex and orgasms. She told me she hasn't had an orgasm in years." "I'm no family counselor, but that is pretty typical for women in relationships with men, from what I hear," said Susan. "Then, sometimes, we'll go two weeks without a peep from her and then she says something about lesbian erotica or sex toys. You know, something positive," said Elle. "There is definitely something going on there. Do you think she's ready to be turned?" Susan smiled lasciviously at Elle. "Yes, I think so," said Susan. "Why don't you ask her out some time? Maybe start with Starbucks every other week and go from there. It will take some thought, but you my girl, are just the woman to do it. You're many things, but you're certainly a crafty gay girl." "My god, a truly lesbian firm," she said. "Everyone is into everyone, and with love to spare. I get it now. Even our receptionist is bisexual I hear." "I don't know how long that will last in our environment. But we need to respect her, of course." Susan said. "So go get her Elle. She's all yours." "I'm on it, but it is going to take a little while," said Elle. "She told me her heart has changed, that she is a lesbo dyke-her words-and she can't wait to get together with me...when the cloud of divorce has passed. She thinks Gary might have a PI watching her." "That's to be expected. But, how about us? You, and me. I want to make sure we're on the same wavelength." She licked her big lips, unconsciously. "I think we are," said Elle. "I know we are, but it's so good to hear you say it." said Susan. "You're my main woman, so to speak. I could not be half as productive without you by my side. Your courses are already coming in handy I see." "Funny how that works," said Elle. "I don't know if I really want to become a lawyer. What's that line from Shakespeare, 'The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers'?" "O my god," Susan was laughing. She stared at Elle with eyes that spoke of love, of lust, of admiration. She moved closer to Elle; their ice cream was melting. "Isn't this the restaurant where you and Courtney got off?" she Susan, quietly. "Yep, right at that table," said Elle, pointing at the adjacent one. "I thought the wait staff was having a collective heart attack, he he." Susan had her left hand on Elle's upper thigh and started moving it up. It was Deja Vu, all over again, and Elle loved it. They were at the back table and Susan and Elle had moved their chairs close together by this time. Frankly, Susan was better looking than Courtney. Whereas Courtney played the hard charging executive perfectly, Susan was more laid back and took a more personal approach. Both were very effective. Susan was blessed with a perma-tan on her pretty face, and her pillowy lips just wanted to be kissed. Which is exactly what Elle did after she looked into the beckoning brown eyes. "Mmmmm, Drew, that's so good," said Susan. She reached for Elle's tits and started molding them. "I know you can manage Pam's coming out," said Susan in a husky voice. "It will be exciting for you, don't you think?" "O God yes," said Elle. "I haven't turned an older woman in a while; she'll be as putty in my hands. I know you guys need to stay clear until she's completely playing for our team." "Mmmm, putty in your hands," murmured Susan. "I like that." She leaned into Elle and kissed her lightly, and at the same time her hand found Elle's slit. Elle was wearing no panties. "Mmmm, she's clean shaven," she mused to herself. She raised her hand and tasted Drew. "She's perfect: young, in beautiful shape, and so so horny." She went back to her cunt for another load. She then put her first two fingers in Drew's mouth. Drew licked the fingers over and over. "Ahhh," said Draw. "Mmmm-mmm good." "You would love my new client," said Susan. "I think you've even met her: Nareena Rouhani. She is a hot lesbian; she is exotically Persian; she's just dripping sex. You two should hook up." "Oh yeah," said Elle, with effort. She was getting off and her breathing was ragged. "Aahhhh. Have her call me sometime. I'd love to go out with her. Aahhhh, give her our special treatment. Aahhhh." "She arrived in this country about three years ago and was starstruck by the lesbian life," Susan said. "She's got a huge clit, by the way. I thought you'd like that." Susan had started jilling Elle, and her thumb found her clit. "For sure, Aahhhh, oohhhh, oohhhh," said Drew. She was there, starting to cum. They had their heads close together, as if they were going over a document together. Susan's arm was moving fast but was undetectable. There was another lesbian couple at the front of the room. The blonde smirked to her partner. "Looks like we have some public sex at 3 o'clock," she said, nodding toward Susan and Elle. Once again Elle had a huge cum, right there, at the table. The only people to realize what was going on was the other lesbian table. Elle's head dropped as she quietly cried out to the most beautiful climax she had ever had. "Aahhhh, Oohhhh, Aahhhh...shit, jesus christ, fuck. That was too much." Susan smiled. The two lovelies finished their wine and stood to leave. The blonde caught Elle's eye and smiled. Elle raised her eyebrow and smirked. God she was confident. And only eighteen! ***** So, she went back to Susan's condo to have sex. It was the heated, crazy kind of sex that two girls in their prime have when they really like each other. The three lesbos in the office love to strap and be strapped. What do they say, three out of four ain't bad? Or maybe it's two out of three. In either case, it is a glorious feeling. They didn't need any preliminaries. They went for it, with Susan first fucking Elle first, as it should be. She placed Elle in the middle of the bed and strapped a hefty nine-inch black dildo around her. The harness had shiny stones in the front that resembled diamonds. She was a perfect lesbian: confident, beautiful, the glorious personification of a top gurl. Everything was just so neat and in order in her condo. With the turn of the dial and a flip of the switch, she had a lesbian playlist on the all-house speakers. With the flip of another switch, she turned off all the lights but one and, as Elle was on her back waiting in the middle of Susan's bed, a tasteful but XXX lesbian video was showing on a TV screen on the ceiling. The same video shown on another screen behind her on the wall. It was of a lesbian threesome grinding it out and the characters looked real. Priceless. Who says men are the only electronic geeks? Susan asked Elle to pass her the small bottle on the bookshelf. Susan removed the cap on her women's poppers and took a whiff. She got very horny after that and handed the bottle to Elle. She took a huffed, and it had its intended effect. She was now so fucking horny, and the blood was rushing to her pussy and ass. It turns out that the room was a lesbian playroom; Susan slept in the room across the hall. The room had a brand-new smell and look. There were three of those bolt thingies in the ceiling, partially hidden by the video screen. "Ah," Elle said to herself. "A sex swing- makes sense. I can't wait to get my own place." Elle was completely mesmerized by Susan as she lubed up her pussy and the strap. In no time they were fucking like lovers do, hard and insistent. "You like this, doncha," said Susan. "Your high school girls have a playroom like this? "Oohhhh, are you kidding me," said Elle. "How about a dirty bed and messy toys. This room is glorious. Aahhhh, oohhhh." Elle couldn't decide whether to watch the fine video or finer Susan. She kept going back and forth. Now the video changed to two beautiful babes strapon fucking. "Oh," she cried out. "Give me more of the fucking strap, just like that." Susan was deep inside Elle at this point. She had been fucking pussy for over a decade by this point: she knew all the moves. "You are just so fine, Susan," said Elle. "Aahhhh, I just want you to know how I really think of you, Oohhhh. She was rotating her hips, going deep by thrusting them forward, stopping when she felt resistance. For Elle, it was never this nice when doing a man. They just pumped then dumped their seed. Susan could feel every bit of response from Elle. A fuck with a knowing lesbian seductress, like Susan, was ten times better than with a male. "Oohhh" do that again," said Elle. "Yeah mama, where have you been all my life." "Right here darling," said Susan. "As a matter of fact, I've been right here, waiting for you. Where have you been?" "I was derailed temporarily with a couple mouth-breathing boys a few years back," said Elle. "But here I am you dyke. Thanks for waiting." "Oh. You just wait," said Susan. "I've got a plan for this evening. You see, I think you're beautiful and I've been waiting oh, so long." Bomba, bomba the sound system purred. Girls in love, girls making love, bomba, bomba, bing. Susan and Elle were too busy making love to follow the words, but they could feel them and see them, the girls making love, on the screen. Orgasms were the bricks, kisses the mortar. Bomba, bomba. Without asking, Elle got into doggie position, and Susan said, "Yeah baby, that's it." "The girl looks just like you," Elle said. "Beautiful, young, alive to possibilities." Susan was twisting her hips again, just like the girl on the screen. Slapping her ass with her right hand. "You're too kind," said Susan. "You know with me you don't need to be kind. I like a girl with a certain nastiness to her. Are you a nasty lesbo whore?" "Aahhhh, I work for McKay and Levine, " Elle joked. "And we're the nasty bitches here for your pleasure, Oohhhh." Susan was machine-like. Jamming the strapon down Elle's cunt. "That's it, that's my gurl," said Susan. For the second time in less than an hour Elle was lost in an orgasm. She was lost, thinking "This is why gay girls are so tight: they fuck so much. Best exercise there is. Aahhhh, Oohhhh." After cuddling for a while and whispering vague obscenities to one another, Susan said, "Let's trib, OK?" "Do let's," said Elle. They got in the basic position, facing one another with legs crossing. It was obvious Susan loved to trib, and was really a pro. She grabbed Elle's leg, holding it vertically. They pounded each other savages, eventually squirting cum all over each other. ***** Pam's workload had been increasing rapidly with the new attorney Denise on board. One day in the summer Elle was going out and asked Pam if she wanted some coffee. Elle was now full-time and had already enrolled in 2 paralegal courses at the local college. She was assisting everyone in the firm with almost everything. She was a real go getter. All 3 attorneys happened to be out, and the receptionist said that it was slow and that the two should just go out for lunch. Elle knew of a little Italian place frequented by gay girls and gave directions as they sped away in Pam's BMW. The maître di kissed Elle and Pam on the lips as they entered the restaurant. Elle noted the kiss by Pam seemed to be a real natural thing. After ten minutes of gabbing, Pam seemed to be anxious about something. "What is it, Ms. Pamela?" asked Elle. She was in Pam's confidence. "Susan's client, Nareena Rouhani, my dear," said Pam. "She approached me yesterday, and without a hesitation, she moved in for a kiss on the lips. Oh, she is such a good kisser. But, do I give off a gay vibe or something?" "First, answer this," said Elle. "Did you like it, the kiss?" "Hell yes, she's so hot," said Pam. "And I've got to find out what her scent is. Her perfume alone got me leaking." said Pam. "I must admit I'm really attracted to her." "Well go for it," said Elle. She was now holding both of Pam's hands on the table. The waiter appeared and they sent her away for a few minutes with an order for Columbia Crest Cabernet Sauvignon and their wonderful hot bread. "That girl's got sex on her mind 24 x 7," said Elle. "But yes, you do have a gay vibe, which is a very good thing. I have been tempted to sample that honey pot; I have the green light from Susan. But go for it, hon." "I don't know," said Pam. "I mean it's me and my situation, not her." "You've just got to let go; keep it simple," said Elle. "You're divorcing Gary and you're moving on to girls. And I hope, by the way, I'm one of those girls." Pam moved into her and kissed Elle. Elle responded by grabbing Pam's face and kissing her back. After the kiss their table became quiet. "Of course, you'll have the material items that need to be divided and the usual fog of divorce, but that's what we're here for," said Elle in a low tone. "Enjoy yourself; we've got your back." Pam was hot. Only 34 and fit from her gym regimen, she had a large mane of blonde hair, puffy lips, sizeable chest, and an ass to beat the band. In short, she was a gay girls dream. Elle was infatuated with Pam and could describe in detail her fantasy masturbatory sessions that involved Pam. Oh, Ms. Pamela. Aahhhh. In the last two months Pam had been coming out to her, slowly but surely. The last time they came to this restaurant one night, they made out furiously in the car afterwards. "Elle, l love you," said Pam. "There. I said it. And I mean it, so help me God." Elle laughed at the "so help me god" but immediately got serious and said, "Oh Pam, that's the nicest thing that anyone's ever said to me. I love you too." They kissed deeply. The waitress smiled; she understood totally. They ate a very good meal: lots of protein, pasta, and veggies. Of course, red wine. Plenty of red wine. They zipped back to the office and made out in Pam's car in the parking garage. Elle jilled her to an orgasm and christened her beautiful beamer in the process. Their session was more delicious than lunch, and high in Vitamin L. Elle knew she was so close to fucking her, but the lovemaking would wait; it had to be her idea. They were both very practical women, and they knew they could be 10 minutes late from lunch on a Friday. But they could not be gone for two or three hours. ***** One day Elle was busy retrieving some work from the firm's ever-expanding filing system. She heard the door open and in walked a two very exotic women in their late twenties. They introduced themselves as Farzeen Khan and Jaleh Rahimi, and they both wanted to speak to an attorney. It was a little unusual for clients to walk in, but Susan was free, and she came out to meet the women. When Susan walked into the foyer to greet the ladies, Elle saw her jaw drop an inch and her fast walk slow to a grinding pace. Elle was waiting at the receptionist desk to see Susan's reaction. "Ahem, I'm Susan Levinson and I'm one of the partners of the firm," said Susan, who had regained her composure, barely. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" "Susan, this is Farzeen Khan and Jaleh Rahimi," said Elle. "They would like to have an introductory conversation with you. Do I have that right, ladies?" "Yes, thank you," said Farzeen. "Welcome to McKay Levinson," said Susan. "We'll go back to my office. But first, what would you like to drink. I'm having iced tea, but we have everything. What would you two care for?" "My love, I'll take Coca-Cola, Diet please," said Farzeen. Elle was starting to sweat. "I'll take Seven Up if you have it, or the Real Thing," said Jaleh. "I don't like the Diet." Of course, the 'my love' caught Elle's attention. She figured that was just the beautiful way they talk. A quick glance at Jaleh and you one couldn't help but notice she was poured into her skinny jeans. Same for Farzeen. "I'll check, I think we have Seven Up." They had similar blouses that revealed a little breast. And they smelled like a walking advert for Dior and Yves San Laurent -- breathtaking. In our culture they wore too much perfume. But they got away with it. "My god where do these beauties come from?" said Elle to herself. "I guess from Iran, based on the accent, but gees o pease." Elle was spellbound, but Susan had regained her composure. The three settled into Susan's expansive office. They had a story and unburdened themselves to Susan. Farzeen began the crazy narrative. "Jaleh and I grew up within half a block from each other and had been lovers since fifteen," she said. "Our parents knew about the relationship, and tried to separate us, knowing the danger the illegal affair brought. In college we continued our affair, but the authorities eventually caught up with us. We were arrested and hauled to the infamous Evin prison on charges of homosexuality. When we were twenty-two, after two years in that shithole and numerous tortures, they decided to confess, and swore off lesbianism to appease the imams. We were fortunate that we weren't killed; most homosexuals are simply butchered. Both of our fathers were well known businessmen; that may have had something to do with our escaping certain death." Elle brought in the drinks, and the two gorgeous ladies graciously accepted them. Jaleh took over the story. "We were released, and our parents flew them to the UK where we for four months we recovered our health and our senses. We were still in love, and we decided, like most Iranians, to go to Southern California. Within a week of arriving in LA we opened a joint bank account and our parents wired, in a roundabout way, over five million dollars to us. We were both straight-A students in pre-medicine before we were arrested, by the way." Susan normally took notes during such a meeting; she had put her pen and pad away. She was on the verge of tears. "That was six months ago. We were warmly accepted into the Iranian American community and were married in a private ceremony. We've been working, and now it is time to sort out our affairs. We asked around about law firms sympathetic to lesbians and experience with Iranians: McKay and Levinson came to the top of the list." "The thing that's most important to us, more than the Persian background, is our love for one another," said Farzeen. She reached for Jaleh, took her hand, and then deeply kissed her on the lips. Susan sat still, and when they separated, said, "Well thank you for your faith in us. You'll find that there is a lot of kissing and hugging and love around here. You're welcome to show anyone that you love them with a kiss, maybe more. Love, after all, is love. They two vixens looked at one another, and Susan saw a weight lifted from their shoulders. "But first, I'm going to grab some tissues," said Susan. "Excuse me, but you story is so moving, so emotional." There was a pregnant pause, while Susan shed real tears of joy and sorrow. Joy for the two with her then, sorrow for all the lesbians that had been killed. She was Jewish and knew something about their plight. The two women joined her, taking several tissues. They were unaware of time, of place. The two women got up and came around Susan's desk. Farzeen reached for a breast, while Jaleh stooped to kiss her. Susan, a little shaken, suggested that they move to the leather couch. While she locked the door and told her team to hold all calls, the two girls were disrobing and neatly putting their jeans and shirts in two small piles. "Man, these baes know what they want," Susan thought. She pushed a button and the sound system started playing "Smoke Dope Eat Pussy", followed by "All the Girls Do It" on low volume. They stood in front of Susan in their similar athletic bra and pantie sets. Farzeen's had Love Sex printed numerous times around the band of the powder blue briefs, and Jaleh's had Pussy Gurl done the same way on her matching pink set. Their golden bodies revealed their youthful Iranian heritage, and the feeling was that she was face-to-face with Necar Zadegan (Elena Undone) look alikes. Simply breathtaking: not a hair out of place, not an extra ounce of body fat, perfectly showered, coiffed, and manicured. Susan was intimidated; she started leaking. Today she did not know that she would be involved with two Persian Pussies, but she had on a rather attractive red silk panty/bra set herself. The two guests sat on the couch while Susan sat between them, a hand in each pussy. She moved their panties aside and jilled as she kissed them slowly. She turned first to Farzeen, then to Jaleh. Then the two wives kissed her simultaneously, licking her face, giving sweet nips to her neck (avoiding hickies). Susan remembered that Iranian lesbians tend to move slowly and allowed them to set the pace. The two Persian princesses wanted to establish the relationship with Susan, and they were instinctively drawn to her. Although only eight or so years older than the two, she felt like a mother to them. Farzeen would tell her later that in the office when she put her pad away at the start of their narrative, Jaleh whispered mawdar (mother) to her and Farzeen whispered back baleh (yes). They knew at that instant that Susan would be a surrogate mother to them. Now Farzeen would start lowering her pussy to Susan's waiting mouth, while Jaleh eagerly attacked Susan's cunt. They were one person, one unit. Farzeen remembered what her mother had sad: find a sympathetic Jew for a lawyer and hang on to her. When Farzeen felt the first couple licks on her sex, she thanked her mother for the advice: merci mawdaram. She was certain her mother was a lesbian too, and she longed for the day when she could come and live with them. Susan licked her from ass to clit, round and around she went. Farzeen had a hand on Susan's tit and was shaking it and pulling the nipple. Susan had never tasted a more delectable pussy, my God. "Thank you, my darling bae," said Farzeen. "Kahesh mikonam (your welcome)," said Susan. All three got a laugh out of that. Susan was studying Persian in her spare time. As for Jaleh, she worked her hands under Susan's ass, and was squeezing her cheeks as she munched on her cunt. "Oh Jaleh, you're making me cum," said Susan. "I can't take it anymore. It's so good." Jaleh brought her to a mind-numbing orgasm, showing she was a true switch with real power. Susan jerked when she came, and Jaleh took that as a good sign. Susan got Farzeen off easily. "These ladies are absolute darlings," said Susan to herself. Farzeen froze for what seemed like a long time. Susan increased the intensity of her licking and drinking her pre-cum. Farzeen wailed, "Oh my god, thank you baby, thank you Aahhhh, Oohhhh, Aahhhh." She was awake, but she was enjoying the afterglow. Jaleh, naturally wanting to climax, got a strapon and some lube from her purse and gave it to Farzeen. "Of course, my dear," Farzeen told her, snapping out of her daze. Farzeen lubed her cunny up and lubed up the strapon. She entered slowly but was soon in the mode of banging Jaleh with all she had. Jaleh lasted ten minutes. "Khali gashange (so beautiful)," Farzeen said. "Cum my baby, cum for me. That's it, get it darling, get it you lesbian whore." Susan was right at home with the Iranian women, although the verbal assault by Farzeen left her in a state of wonder. "C'mon Jaleh, ride that strap you dyke," Susan said. Jaleh responded with an earth-shattering orgasm. For some strange reason, Susan began to lick and lave Farzeen's feet. Farzeen had thick white scar tissue and, lo and behold, she believed she was looking at scars from their torture. She kissed and licked her feet, all over. However, she kissed, very slowly, the scar tissue and the surrounding areas on the soles. Farzeen uttered, "God bless you," and got down and kissed Susan all over, but especially her face. "You knew. God, you knew," she said, as she held her face and looked in her eyes. Jaleh moved to get the same treatment, for she had the same scars. Jaleh lay on the floor and moved to kiss Farzeen's feet, and Farzeen to hers. In remembering one of their tortures, they wept and kissed the scars of each other, laving each other's feet with their tears. Susan knelt on the floor between them, her hands in the two pussies, moving them slowly and crying with the two refugees. It was a tender moment for the three of them. Susan never told anyone about the feet, but the act tied these three wounded beauties together, forever. Please donate $5 - $10 to Nifty.org Go here: https://donate.nifty.org/