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,
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Copyright 2022 B. Jones, all rights reserved.
Life in a Small Town -2-
So, Stella fucked the deflowered Cara, and Cara
deflowered Stella and Stella deflowered Cassie. Years later it was confusing,
but all three girls were proud of the situation. And Cara and Stella fell in
love that day, as much as soon-to-be seventh graders can fall in love. The
thing is, they were still in love by the time they got to high school. They
grew up together.
And there were quite a few lesbian lassies who
came to them to handle the totally personal deed, deflowering. They became
experts at it.
When they met at the end of their sixth-grade
school year they were going to different elementary schools. But the junior
high and high school consolidated the two elementary schools and the softball
teams.
As freshman they played varsity, normally
reserved for juniors and seniors. Cara was 5' 10" as a freshman and one of
the tallest on the varsity squad. Stella was 5' 9" and was the left
fielder for the varsity squad, although the coach had her eyes on her for third
base. The girls were sturdily built; everyone on the other teams thought they
were juniors or seniors.
Cara was a heck of a pitcher by the time she was
in ninth grade. She was the 2nd best pitcher on the team; the "Saturday"
pitcher was a junior and a seemingly straight girl named Cassie. She had long
blonde hair and a slender slender but powerful body. She was certainly VGL, as
the girls like to say. Cassie made fun of the lesbians on the team, but there
was an edge to her harassment that the lesbians couldn't figure out.
It was still pre-season and Stella had moved to
third base from left field. Her bat was really appreciated, but she was still
learning the infield play. One day during a scrimmage with a girl on first, she
bobbled a grounder, and by the time she came up with the ball both runners were
safe.
"Come on, get that ground ball, you
dyke," said Cassie. "Throw it to second and get the double play
going. We've got to learn to get out of the inning." She was pissed.
Stella responded with a two-finger salute. The sign was missed by Cassie, of
course.
It seemed like every day there was something that
pissed the star of the team off at the lesbos. The lesbian girls were still in
the minority at High School, even on the softball team. They took the shitty
attitudes toward them, but they weren't happy.
One day Cassie and Cara got into it. They were
alone in the dugout and Cara held her ground, saying,
"What are you really trying to say, Cassie?
I mean, we're normal girls who just like girls. What's the problem, hon?"
Cassie was truly not an evil person. She replied,
"I don't know, you guys think you are special."
"Do we ask for anything but respect? Do the
coaches and teachers give us anything? Do we get any breaks in practice, in our
workouts?"
"I guess not," said Cassie. "I
just don't like you, that's all." Cara thought for a second, then took a
chance.
"Maybe you should try to get to know
us," said Cara. "Hey, we're having a tea party at my house on Friday.
Just the lesbians playing softball. Wanna come."
Cassie was digging a hole in the ground with her
cleats. She looked at Cara, her eyes were moist. "You got to make sure it
doesn't get out."'
"Never Cass. No will know unless you tell
them. Does that mean you'll come?"
"Yeah, I'll come. When and where?"
Cara didn't have a party planned. She just had a
feeling about Cassie, and she would get all the gay girls to show, she thought.
She'd have to move fast.
"I'll get you the details tonight. I've got
your email, so I'll just send you the invite that all the girls got. It'll have
everything you need. We're very discreet; no one will know."
*****
She got home at 5:00 from practice and had
already secured three girls for the party. Her parents were going to be going
out on Friday and would be late in coming home. She was out to her family, so
the tea party was no big deal. That night she made an invitation, and sent it
to all six girls, including Cassie. True to form, all six of them got back to
her right way, and Cassie, who was on her computer when the invite came,
responded an hour later. After she sent the confirming email, she texted Cara.
Cassie:
What should I wear?
Cara: Good question. Usually, the girls wear jeans
and a nice top and tennies.
Makeup is light. Lipstick or gloss, maybe some eye shadow. Either way you'll
look fab my dear.
Cassie:
Got it. See you then. And thanks for the invite, Cara.
"Who knew she was gay?" said Cara to
herself. "I'd love to see that girl in a bathing suit, or, better yet, in
nothing at all."
Cara had a lot to do before the party, she texted
her bae Stella and asked for her help.
Cara: Guess who's coming to dinner?
Stella: You mean besides us bad girls? No idea...
Cara: I invited Cassie...and she's coming.
Stella: What? After a pre-season of shit from
her...
Cara: I thought it was a front and today I
invited her to a party...that didn't exist. Ha ha. I didn't need to pull her
arm either.
Stella: You go girl. I didn't see that coming.
Cara: Can you help me with the planning?
Basically, there is food, decorations, and gifts.
Stella: You've got it. Want me to come over after
dinner?
Cara: Super. We'll head out to Whole Foods and
get online for the rest. With the two of these we'll knock it out in an hour
and a half.
Cara sent a short email to everyone and
encouraged them to "just love Cassie and don't even bring up the past
negativity." One girl wrote back and said,
"OMG, I wet myself when I saw Cassie's name.
Cara, you're such a mover and shaker. She's so hot when I look at her in the
showers. That dreamy look does me in."
*****
Everything came together on Friday and the girls
were a bit early to pitch in. When Cassie rang the doorbell, Cara and Stella
answered the door. Cassie had a red Ralph Lauren polo shirt and a set of tight
Levi's (not skinny jeans) on. She completed her look with red lipstick and some
eye liner, and her scent was a YSL perfume that she loved. She looked right out
of the pages of Glamour Magazine. Cassie was a bit shy, but there was a smile
on her face.
"Wow, just wow. You sure do clean up
nicely," said Stella.
"Welcome Cassie. The girls came early to help out, so you'll have quite a welcoming party. That shirt
looks so good on you."
"Thanks a bunch," said Cassie. She
moved in to hug and kiss them. "You two are dressed to kill. I'm really
glad you invited me."
Stella said, "We're so glad you came. I hope
you're hungry. There are hamburgers and hot dogs and brownies."
"That I am," said Cassie, as she
entered Cara's home. She entered the foyer like she owned the place. The five
girls came out to greet her, and she was still smiling from ear to ear. They
gave their usual hugs, but since they didn't know her status, kept the PDA to a
minimum at first.
Cara and Stella went into the kitchen to work on
the food. The girls congregated in the dining room, which was immaculately set
up with streamers and tea party gear. The five girls surrounded Cassie to hear
from her.
"Just for the record...ahem....I'm a...lesbian," said Cassie. "Really, a
closet lesbian. The last six months have been hell for me, but I've recently
decided to start coming out. I've been dreaming about something like this for
the longest time, and here it is. "
At first you could hear a pin drop, and then all
hell broke loose, and the shouts could be heard on the street. The girls
couldn't wait to get a piece of Cassie and were "fighting" for a boob
or a piece of ass. One girl, a sophomore named Caitlyn, put her arms around
Cassie's neck and gave her the sexiest mouth kiss, after looking into her eyes
and saying, in a bedroom voice, "Welcome girlfriend." The girls let
out a second roar.
Cara and Stella came out to the dining room to
welcome her to "The Team" and get their turn with kisses and hugs.
Stella and Cara made little cards with each girl
shown in action on the diamond. They made them from their personal collection
of photos, and they wrote a personal note to the girls on the back. The
settings for dinner all had a motif of softball.
The special attraction were two 24" x
15" softball posters of a pair of beautiful girls in the nude. The models
had lamp black under their eyes and the theme was girls ballin' as softball players. One poster showed the
two with bats on their shoulders and the other with a softball in one hand and
a glove on the other. Cara positioned them on either side of the door to the
kitchen, and none of the girls had ever seen anything like it before. Every
time a girl went into the kitchen they touched the posters, presumably for good
luck. They drew playing cards to see who got to take one of them home. Cassie
won and chose the one with the bats, and Caitlyn got the other.
After the festivities the table was cleared, and
the girls headed to the big living room where they paired up or went for a
threesome. Cara and Stella roped Cassie into a threesome with Cassie up top in
the "queen" position, sitting astride Cara in cowgirl style. She was
still smiling, although her look changed to lust after Cara put her big tongue
into her shaved cunt. "Ahhh, you know I love that
you dyke," said Cassie. Stella was doing Cara's pussy, using her best
strategy to get her to cum.
All the girls gobbled their food. They were on a
high, anticipating the evenings' activities. The table was cleared, and they
adjourned to the living room and den.
The sound in the room was giggles and lustful
utterances, like
"OMG
right there, fuck me you dirty whore."
"That's
it, keep pressure on my clitty."
"O
eat my pussy you whore."
"I
love it when you eat my ass."
"Oh,
baby keep doing that, keep licking me you girly dyke."
They'd had Tea Parties before, and they knew the
drill. Motorboating was heard and a variety of sexual exploit were seen. Heads
moving fast from side to side; fingers jilling pussy; tongues doing assholes;
hands shaking breasts. Even a girl was dove fucking her bae. They were into it,
even more so with the special guest they'd recently welcomed, and who was now
knee deep into passionate lovemaking with them. At one point a girl went to her
backpack and got out a strapon, a glorious pride strap fully eight by eight
inches around. Her girlfriend was moaning in no time and cumming very hard soon
after. The bitches all stayed for two hours or so.
A quick look around the room and of the eight
girls, only one had pubic hair, a neat triangle separated by a half an inch
from the top of her clit. The rest were clean shaven, and all looked, and
smelled, glorious. They were just unconscious of how fucking sexy they were.
After their threesome with Cassie, they retired
to Stella's bedroom. There was plenty of action and Cara was soon fucking her
bae Stella with a strap. By then girls were all over the house and they knew
that they could just go home when they were done shagging one another.
Cassie got up from getting and giving some
head to the second baseman, Caitlyn (the bad girl who made out with her in
front of the other five girls). She was a fine girl, beautiful really, and she
was a tiger in bed. Cassie came when Caitlyn started sucking her ass. Although she had limited direct experience
with girls, Cassie acquitted herself well; the two each had an orgasm. "I
could get used to this," thought Cassie.
She poked her head in the door to Cara's room and
started to tremble at what she saw. Cara was locked and loaded on fucking her
bae with a strapon. She saw Cara's powerful body doing Stella from behind,
their backs to the door. They were oblivious to her presence. She finally got
the courage to beg for Cara to "fuck me too" after Stella came.
"You wanna take a
turn at it you dyke," said Cara. "Step right up here and take what's
coming to you." As she said this, she had a big lascivious smile, and
Stella turned to greet Cassie too with a smile and a wave to her to take her
position on the bed. What began as punishment for being such a bitch toward the
"chick with the dick" soon turned into fantasy for both.
Cassie had been involved in a variety of sexual
positions out with the other girls, so she was very wet. Little did they know
that this would be her first time on the receiving end of a strapon. The strap
was a nine incher, plenty round, and Cara wasted no time. She shoved it inside
Cassie who took it like a champ in the doggie position. Cara was only more
beautiful than when we last saw her a few years earlier. Still tan all over,
her tits were now a solid C cup. Still the sparkling eyes and the big
"kiss me" lips.
"Aaahh Cara, I
never knew you girls were so horny," said Cassie. "Or I would have
come out earlier to you all. Aaahh, Aaahh."
Cara was oblivious to all talk focused solely on
getting Cassie off. She was a bad girl's dream, sweating, little specks of
spittle covering her face and starting to land on Cassie. Stella, who was
playing with Cassie's breasts, spoke up,
"Better late than never baby," she
said. "You don't know how long we've waited for this moment." Cassie
was elated to hear those words. "Oh fuck, these girls are beautiful. I'm
so blessed that I came out tonight," she thought.
Cassie was moving in synchronization with the
pounding Cara was giving her. The reality of the fucking was so much better
than the solo jobs she was giving herself in her bedroom. It was done in love
and Cassie lost herself in it. She began to feel the itch, the tingle that
girls get.
"Ohhhh my god,"
said Cassie. "I'm cumming already. For some reason she thought about
church, about not going to church anymore."
Cara was a masterful top girl: relentless,
strong. She quickly exited Cassie and flipped her on her back so that she could
see her cum. Most girls did not last long with Cara.
Cara entered her smoothly, this time in
missionary. "Oohhh, Oohhh my fucking god," said Cassie. "You're
getting me right where I needed it. Please don't stop, don't you ever
stop."
"Love, from now on you're
mine, thwack, thwack, thwack," said Cara.
"No more fucking with us lesbian chicks during practice, thwack, thwack.
We'll have ourselves some great times."
"Fuck no, I'm now one of you," said
Cassie. "Thwack, thwack, thwack. I don't give a fuck who knows. I never
knew it could be this good."
Cara looked at Stella, who had just kissed
Cassie, and gave her a knowing grin. Then she looked at Cassie, and she
realized what a prize the gods had brought them.
"And Cassie, you're loved," said
Stella. "The girls we're so excited to see you. They're good Christian
girls, ready to forgive and to fuck. He he."
"Our rough talk is just for sex, for
cumming," said Cara. "All the girls are sweet, and we all love you
girl. Thwack, thwack."
"Ahh, I've got a tingling sensation down
there and it's getting stronger," said Cassie. "Oohhh my god. Here
comes a big one. Oohhh, aahhh, oohhh."
"Get it girl, go on, get IT," said
Stella.
"Oohhh my jesus
fucking christ. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
"C'mon, show us what you've got baby,"
said Cara. She was covered in sweat, and she was spitting on Cassie, she was so
intense. "You've got it gurlfriend."
"Aahhh, aahhh,
oh...," said Cassie. She had IT and more. Then she went quiet, and the
girls looked at her. Her eyes were fluttering, but she was still.
"Another one bites the dust," sang
Stella.
"And another one," sang Cara back at
her. "God Stella, I didn't know you liked her so much. I mean, the way you
were kissing her."
"It can't be helped; she's so hot,"
said Stella. "There is no way she stays with the boys. She's ours."
"You're right on that one," said Cara.
"I knew she was ready to turn. You should have seen how she caved in the
dugout when I confronted her. She's a sweet little lesbo bitch for sure. Just
like me and you."
Cassie woke up. She looked at Cara with love and
grabbed Stella's left breast. just to fondle it. Her eyes were still
fluttering, and she looked around. Cara was still inside her, loving her,
wanting to be close.
"Monday at Stella's," said Cara.
"We've got a regular session there and you're welcome to join us. Isn't
that right, Stella."
"Next time I'm fucking you, Cassie,"
said Stella. "Bring your toys and such, but, above all, bring
yourself."
"Shit I hope I can keep up with you
all," said Cassie. "I mean, you're prolific."
"Baby from what I've seen you'll do
fine," said Cara. "So, Stella and I have been together for a couple
years. We know what each other likes, but we're flexible, and love hosting
other baes. It'll be fun. Guaranteed, or your money back. He he."
"I'm down for that, for sure," said
Cassie. "That's in a few days. I'll get a strapon on Amazon and bring it
with."
*****
By Friday Cassie had gotten her belly button
pierced and was sporting the "Cara Eastman" look with a jewel that
was blue and a setting that was golden. And damn, it looked good on her tan and
ripped abs. The two pitchers celebrated at Stella's that day by Cassie topping
Stella first, then Cara, with her new eight-inch red strapon. She brought the
kind that's super smooth and no male head. Cassie looked hot in her strapon
support briefs, the black panties clung to her fit ass and belly, the red dildo
standing proudly out from its hole in the front.
Cassie held down the center of the queen-sized
bed, fucking Cara with energy. "That's it, do me strong and steady,"
Cara murmured. "Nothing like a proud dyke fucking you. God, I love it more
than anything." Cara was on all fours, taking the eight-inch dildo like
the queen dyke that she was. Stella was at her side, playing with her breasts.
"Yeah Cassie, fuck her good," said
Stella. "Then you'll do me, and you'll go on to fuck all kinds of girls.
You're a natural."
Next thing you know Stella was on her back in
front of Cara, begging for her to get into pussy play. Cara patted her pussy,
saying,
"Such a pretty pussy. Keep it this way. Your
inner lips hanging down, Ahhhh, Oohhh. A big pussy, a
huge clit. Three damn ladies with big pussies. I love it. Hey Stella, we've got
to try fisting some time. Ooohhhhh."
"I'm up for that," said Stella. Stella
loved the attention and thanked Cara for her kind words. "I'm up for
anything with you girls, Aahhhh, Muahhhh."
Meanwhile, Cassie was banging away, and suddenly
Cara responded,
"Oh gosh, I've got a tingling in my pussy.
Keep going girl, keep it going deep."
Cassie took a micro-break and leaned forward to
apply kisses to Cara's back and grab her wondrous hair. "Let's see how you
do with some hair pulling," she said. "Fucking perfect hair Cara my
love."
Cara did have perfect hair, though you'd be hard
pressed to get her to comment on it. She was a goddess, but she didn't know it.
Her mane wrapped around Cassie's hand; Cara's
head was tilted back as Cassie continued to pound her lover.
"Oh shit, there's a big tingle. I'm gonna cum and I'm warning you it's going to be huge."
"You want it in the ass my dear," said
Cassie. "I've got the lube right here."
"Yeah, give to me in the ass you lesbo
cunt," said Cara, although it would delay her orgasm.
Cassie squeezed the lube onto and into her
asshole, then used her right and to spread it around and inside Cara's hole.
She took the dildo from Cara's cunt, applied some lube, and started slowly to
ease into her.
"Now goddamit,"
said Cara. "I can take it. I'm so wet down there already."
Cassie shoved the big dick into her, slowly but
surely, and didn't stop until she could go no further. She then backed out and
repeated the move. Fuck, back out, repeat.
Cara squealed with delight, "Oh fuck, you
feel so good," she said. "It's so big and full."
"You cunt, I've got you where I want you
now," said Cara, her left-hand diddling Cara's clit while she began long
stroking her ass. Stella looked on in wonder. She moved to the view the
fucking, the union of Cara and Cassie. She was playing vigorously with her
clit.
"You really are a dyke, you know that
Cassie," Stella said. "The way you're going after her."
"Keep coming with the compliments,"
said Cassie. "I've been called worse, but never better." Thwack,
thwack, her fucking sound filled the room.
Cara was quiet, focusing on the log sawing in and
out of her groin.
"Take it, you dirty whore," said
Cassie. "You love it, you know you do. Say you do girlfriend. Say you love
getting fucked every which way."
"I do, I do love it," said Cara. She
was on all fours, but her head was on the bed now, totally focused on the
assault by Cassie. It had been ten minutes of long stroking from the newly
baptized lesbian. It had never felt so good.
Cassie was still pulling Cara's hair and she was
spanking the blond goddess's ass now. The myriad good feelings, each its own
space in her brain, was now feeding the one orgasm.
"Unnhh, Muaahh," grunted Cara. "It's so good, so fucking
huge Ahhhh, Ahnnnn. Oh, my
fucking god, muahhhh, aahhhh.
I can't take it anymore."
"You'll take it, and you'll love it,"
said Cassie. "C'mon you fucking dyke, take
it."
Cara's ass fell off the strapon and she was
rolling on the bed, laughing. Cassie let her go. It was the strangest orgasm
she had every experienced. Really, it was four orgasms, and it could have gone
a lot longer. But she was exhausted.
"I'm done," said Cara. "Completely
and utterly done." She was lying on her side and trying to find a pillow
to rest her head when Stella gave her one, folded in half for greater comfort.
She was asleep when her head hit the pillow.
"Hey DJ Stella, you forgot the tunes,"
said Cassie, who was doffing the strapon.
"Well, we did great without them,"
Stella replied. "You want some juice, or water Cassie?"
"Yes, water please. Ice preferred."
"You smoke? Herb, that is?" asked
Stella.
"Oh yeah, hit me up with some, if you have
it," said Cassie. "Let's use a bong." She went to Cara's closet
and got her small bong and stuffed the bowl with weed. They went to the
basement where they were two girls lapping at each other's cunt in a 69.
"Mmmmm," said
Cassie. "Smells good, fresh. Light that bad boy up, please."
Stella took a big hit, then passed the lighter
and the bong to Cassie. Cassie took a look at Cara who
was still napping. "Hunh," she said. "Good time for some dope.
Does Cara partake?"
"Oh yeah," said Stella. "She loves
it too."
Cara took a big hit. The two bonded over their
shared interest in getting high. "It really takes the edge off, mellows me
out," said Cassie. They enjoyed three hits each, enough to deliver a unforgettable high.
"Oh yeah, definitely," said Stella.
"We smoke before sex, out on the back porch. It makes the sex so...alive.
Of course, there is always a nap, and some extra food he he."
"Let's take a break," said Stella.
"So tell me, what colleges have offered you? Have
you heard from Iowa yet. I heard women's sports is
blowing up there."
"As a matter of fact," Cara said,
laughing. "I've got a weekend planned there for two weeks from now. An
unofficial visit. I hope I get to meet my girl, Caitlyn Clark."
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