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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: An April Night by Al Steiner (MF,FF) 2/2
Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 08:10:04 -0500
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This is the last of the three stories I posted at Ruthiesclub.com in July.
This one is a little different in that it is written in third person and
from the female point of view.  As always, let me know what you think about
it, feedback is what I write for.  And this one is dedicated to and written
for a very special person in my life, I'll leave her name out of it for her
own protection.  Send all comments to Steiner_al@hotmail.com


An April Night

By Al Steiner

2/2


Monica stared after her, unsure if she had heard her friend right, unsure if
the entire episode had really just happened or if it had been a figment of
her imagination.  I don't mind?  What did that mean?  What was she trying to
tell her?


She continued to gaze at the closed shower door, her mouth hanging open, her
bra half-removed, her spandex shorts lying on the tile floor.  She heard the
sound of the shower starting up from behind it.  Finally she finished
removing her clothing and picked up her towel out of her gym back.  She
padded across the floor in her bare feet and stopped just outside the door,
staring at the handle, wanting to reach out and touch it, turn it, walk
inside.   What would happen if she did just that?  Would April scream out?
Demand that she get her perverted ass out of there that instant?  Or would
she invite her in?


Her hand reached out towards the knob, the fingers trembling.  She didn't
touch it.  She walked to the next stall and went inside, closing the door
behind her and shutting herself in, alone.  Her pussy was absolutely
dripping with secretions, so much that it seemed they were running down her
legs.  As the warm spray hit her body she put her fingers between her legs
and stroked her swollen clit a few times, knowing that if she kept this up
for a minute or so she would have a powerful orgasm.  In the end, she didn't
quite dare to do this either.  She soaped up, rinsed off, and then shut off
the water.  As she toweled herself dry her nipples continued to stick out
before her, as rigid as stone.


When she exited the stall, her towel wrapped around her breasts and groin,
she found April standing before the lockers once again.  She was still nude
and was patting herself dry with her towel.  Her leg was resting up on the
bench and her body was turned slightly towards Monica, which served to
display her hairless crotch for her viewing pleasure.  Monica's breathing
stopped momentarily as she saw the puffy, reddened lips.  They were shiny
with moisture and the clit was standing out prominently.  They were lips
that looked ready for action, ready for a mouth and tongue to ravage them.
And oh how she longed to have her lips and tongue be the ravisher.


"Good shower?" April asked, seemingly unaware of what she was doing to her
companion.


"Yeah," Monica responded with a mouth that was suddenly dry.  "It was...
uh... nice."


"Those private stalls are cool, aren't they?" she asked, dabbing at her
right breast a little with the towel.


She could only nod in agreement, her eyes still feasting on the sight of
April's pussy.


April looked at her face for the first time and smiled as she noted where
her eyes were aimed.  "I see you're checking out my shave job," she said.


"I'm sorry," Monica said, blushing again.  "I've just never... I mean I
haven't... I mean..."


"It's okay," April told her soothingly.  "I told you.  I don't mind being
looked at.  I've been keeping it trimmed down like this for the past couple
of months.  What do you think?  Do you like it?"


"It's uh... uh... very pretty," she managed to say.


April beamed.  "Thank you.  I think the shaving makes it look much more
appetizing if you know what I mean."


"Appetizing," Monica heard herself say as her tongue unconsciously reached
out to lick her upper lip.  "Yeah."


"Of course I was afraid that shaving it would make the skin around it rough
like a man's face," she told her next.  "It didn't though.  Not when I rub
baby oil over it a couple of times a day."


"Buh... buh... baby oil?"


"Uh huh," she said with a matter-of-fact nod.  "I just put some in my hands
and rub it all over the lips and the skin around it, let it sink in."


Monica was now trembling with lust, no longer caring that she was
unabashedly staring at another woman's pussy and that the other women knew
she was doing it.


"It keeps it nice and soft, just like a pussy should be, huh?"


"I uh... guess," Monica said, swallowing with a gulp.


"Here," April told her, reaching out to her.  "Let me see your hand."


"My hand?" she asked.


"Yeah," April said, reaching out and grabbing her right hand in her left.
"Check this out.  Feel how soft it is."


With that she pulled her hand forward, putting it between her legs.  Monica
felt her fingers touching the soft, silky skin of her bare vulva.  It was
damp and radiating an exciting heat.  She almost moaned at the contact, her
first touch of another woman's nether region.


"You see?" April said, gently moving Monica's hand up and down over the
outside of her pussy, allowing her to feel the slippery lips, the nub of her
clitoris poking out.  Wetness from her juices smeared all over her fingers.
"That doesn't feel like a man's face now, does it?"


"No," Monica gulped, her breathing now irregular, her body tingling with
lust and excitement.  Unable to help herself she slid her middle finger
upward, sliding it between the swollen pussy lips.  The tight muscles
surrounded her digit, clenched at it.


"Mmmm," April sighed at the intrusion, doing nothing to stop her.  "I like
that.  You have nice fingers."


Encouraged by her friend's reaction, Monica inserted her index finger as
well.  She then slid them deeply inside, past the second knuckle.  She could
hardly believe that she was doing this, that she was actually standing in a
gym locker room with her fingers up another woman's vagina.  But there was n
o denying the reality of the situation, no denying the clench of those
membranes against her.


"That's right," April whispered to her.  "Finger fuck me.  Fuck me with your
hand."  She reached out with her own hand and began stroking the side of
Monica's face once again.


Monica emitted a small moan, unable to formulate any words as her fingers
drove in and out of that slippery chasm, as the fragrant juices ran down the
back of her hand.  April's fingers tracked across her face and over her
mouth, her middle finger probing between her lips.  Taking the hint, she
sucked the finger in and began tonguing it, treating it like a small cock.


"You're an eager one, aren't you?" April whispered to her, leaning closer,
so that her breasts were rubbing against Monica's upper arm.  "You'd eat me
out right here in this locker room, wouldn't you?"


Monica trembled, her body wracked with forbidden desire, her mind still
trying to convince her that this was really happening.  She moaned a little
but said nothing.


"Wouldn't you?" April repeated, more forcefully.


"Yes," Monica told her, giving in to the decadence of the situation.  She
would drop to her knees in an instant and suck that clit between her lips if
April told her to.  She would suck her to orgasm right here on the floor,
where anyone could come walking in any moment.


April pulled her finger out of Monica's mouth and leaned forward.  She
reached out with just the tip of her tongue and touched it briefly to
Monica's upper lip, just enough to leave the smallest dab of saliva.  She
then pulled back just a bit.  "Not here," she whispered.  "Not for the first
time.  Let's go back to my place where we can do things properly."


Monica gave one more particularly hard thrust with her two fingers and then
reluctantly slid them out of April's pussy.  They came away soaked.  She put
her hands to her side and looked at her friend, her body trembling all over
in wanting and confusion.


"Let's get dressed," April told her, reaching for her gym bag.  "Quickly."


+++++


Five minutes later, still in a haze of lust, she was following behind
April's car through the mostly deserted suburban streets.  The odor of their
encounter in the locker room was still clinging to her fingers.  She smelled
them every few seconds, just to reassure herself that the incident had
really happened.  She could not believe that she had just fingered April,
had just told her that she would eat her on the gym floor.  She had just had
sexual contact with another woman!  And she was one her way to the woman's
house now to have more!  Mixed with the black desire that she felt were the
inevitable doubts and the inevitable guilt.  Was she really sure that she
wanted to do this?  Was she really sure that she could handle the
consequences afterward?


In desperation she used her cellular phone to call Roger at home.  The
grogginess in his voice told her that he had been asleep but he quickly
perked up when she told him the reason for the call.


"You did WHAT in the locker room?" he asked, unmistakable arousal evident in
his tone.


"I fingered her pussy," she said, tingling all over at the memory yet
feeling shame at the admission that she'd just made.  "She took my hand and
put it between her legs and I just slid them in there."


"Are you making this up to fuck with me?" he asked.


"No," she said, feeling simultaneously aroused and on the verge of tears.
"I'm not fucking with you.  I really did that and now she wants me to go
back to her place and do more.  She wants to have sex with me Rog!"


"Then have sex with her," he told her.  "Isn't that what you've been wanting
all this time?"


"Yes... no," she blabbered.  "I don't know.  Oh god, I'm so confused.  I'm
not sure if I really want to do this!"


"Isn't this what you've been fantasizing about for the last year?" he asked.
"Isn't what you've been having dreams about?  For god sakes hon, this is
your chance to do it.  Go do it!"


"But... but..."


"Honey," he interrupted, his voice calm and reasonable.  "When you were...
you know... fingering her pussy.  Did it feel right to you?"


"Right?"


"Did it turn you on?  Were you getting off on it?"


She sighed a little, going over the episode in her head and shuddering
again.  "Yes," she said.  "I was very turned on.  It felt VERY right."


"Then go finish what you've started," he told her.  "This is your chance.
Go do it."


She remained silent for the longest time, feeling the wetness that was still
seeping from her slit, feeling the rubbing of her hardened nipples against
her shirt.  Finally, in a weak but determined voice, she said, "Okay.  I'll
do it."


+++++


April's house was a small Victorian in the old part of downtown Heritage.
It had a driveway that led to a detached garage in the back.  April parked
her car in front of this garage and Monica, who had been tailing her the
entire trip, parked just behind it.  They met each other between the two
vehicles, in the dim glow of a motion-activated porch light.


"Home sweet home," April said, showing her sultry smile.  "Shall we go
inside?"


"Uh... sure," Monica said, a tremor in her voice.  Was it too late to back
out of this?  Could she still gracefully get away?  She thought that she
probably could but she made no move to do so.


April, who had changed into a pair of red shorts and a sleeveless blouse
back at the gym, led her up the walkway to the front door.  She used her key
and opened it open, revealing a tastefully decorated entryway.  A beeping
emitted from an alarm box just inside.  She absently punched a code into it
and turned, motioning Monica inside.


Monica was expecting that there would be a few preliminaries before anything
happened.  She thought that maybe she'd get a tour of the house - which had
to be close to a hundred years old - and then that maybe they would sit down
and have a glass of wine or two first.  No such thing happened.  The moment
she stepped through the doorway and the door shut behind her April took her
by the shoulders and pushed her almost roughly against the entryway wall.


"What..." Monica had time to mutter before April's mouth was pushing against
hers, her tongue driving between her lips.  Reflexively she kissed back,
sliding her own tongue against April's so they were swirling together,
darting in and out of each other's mouths.  Her hands came up to April's
waist, feeling the soft curves beneath the cotton.


April slid her tongue out and nipped at her lip, almost hard enough to hurt.
"I've wanted you so bad ever since the day I met you," she hissed at her,
licking at her lower lip.  "And tonight you're mine, aren't you?"


"Ohhh," Monica moaned, feeling the tremors start again, wanting this woman
like she'd never wanted anything before.


"Aren't you?" she repeated, taking her upper lip between her teeth and
sucking forcefully on it.


"Yes," Monica told her.  "I'm yours."


April smiled a predatory smile.  "Of course you are," she said.  She stepped
back a step, taking her hands of Monica's shoulder.  In one quick motion she
pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.  Her bra was a
front-fastener.  She pulled it off as well, baring her beautiful, huge
breasts once more.  She reached out and took Monica's hands in hers and
placed them on the warm orbs, so the palms were covering the turgid nipples.
"Feel them," she commanded her.  "Play with them.  Do what you've always
wanted to do with them."


A whiny moan came from her mouth as she squeezed and palpated those glorious
tits, feeling over every square inch of them.  They were so soft, so sexy,
so feminine.  They were completely unlike anything found on a man's body.


"That's right," April said, grinding her shoulders to increase the contact.
"Be rougher with them.  Don't be afraid of hurting me.  I like it when
you're rough with them."


She squeezed harder, squishing the pliant flesh forcefully, tweaking the
nipples between her fingers, pinching them.  Soon they were red and almost
glowing.


"You're just a little bi girl aren't you Monica?" April asked her, covering
her hands with her own, helping her to squeeze and tweak.  "I knew that
about you from the start.  You've always wanted a pair of tits like this in
your hand, didn't you?"


"Yes... oh god yes," Monica nearly panted, her legs rubbing together now she
was so turned on.


"Put them in your mouth," she was told.  "Suck on them.  Suck my big
titties."


She hesitated a second, doubt trying to force its way back to the front of
her mind.  But April was having none of that.  She put her hand to the back
of Monica's head and pulled her to her chest, mashing her face directly
between those huge lumps of titflesh.  Her head was pushed this way and that
until one large nipple slipped between her lips.  She latched onto it
instinctively and began to suck.


"Oh yesss," April groaned ecstatically.  "I love having a girl suck on my
tits.  I fucking love it.  Suck harder baby.  Suck it like you mean it."


She sucked it like she meant it, the doubts pushed easily to the back of her
mind once more as she tasted the exciting feel of hard nipple in her mouth,
as she tongued up and down the ridges and bumps.  She sucked and licked that
breast until the nipple was engorged and angry red.  She then switched to
the other, feasting upon it, attacking it, unable to get enough of it.


Finally her head was pushed away.  She stared up into April's face and saw
features that were almost demented with lust and desire, knew that those
features were a mirror image of her own face.


"Get down on your knees for me," April told her, putting her hands on her
shoulders once more.  She pushed on her, compelling her to do as she
commanded.


Monica dropped to her knees on the entryway floor, finding herself facing
the crotch of April's shorts.  She was panting in desire, staring at the
material covering the beautiful pussy that she had touched earlier.


"Take them off," April said.


With trembling hands she reached forward, grasping the button and popping it
open.  She slid down the zipper, revealing the pair of blue panties that she
had donned after their games in the locker room.  She hesitated again.


"Go on bi girl," April said.  "You want to know what its like, then I'm
going to show you.  Take them off of me.  Let my pussy out.  She wants to
see you again."


She reached into the waistband and pulled downwards, drawing the shorts and
the panties down her legs in one motion, baring that neatly trimmed pussy to
the air once more.  The lips were even more swollen than they had been in
the locker room.  They were wet and slick, drenched in juices, the clit
standing up like a sentinel.  The musky smell hit her nose the moment it was
exposed, filling her with a hunger, upping her arousal by a factor of ten.
When the shorts hit the floor April raised her feet one by one, allowing her
to pull them free.


"You like my pussy, don't you?" April asked.  "You want to lick it and suck
it, don't you?"


"Yes," Monica moaned, in a fever now.  "Oh yes."


April's hand came down to the back of her head and pulled her gently
forward.  "Do it," she told her.  "Eat me right here.  Make me come on your
mouth."


She had no time for second thoughts this time.  She found her lips mashed
against a tangy wetness, felt the slippery membranes rubbing all over her
face, felt the bulging clitoris pushing against her nose.  With a last moan
of surrender to her impulses, she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the
juices, licking up the outside of one lip, tasting the essence of another
woman for the first time in her life.  It was sharp tasting, sharper than
her own juices tasted on her husband's mouth after he'd eaten her.  It was a
taste she would always remember, that she knew she would always long for
now.


"Yes, that's it," April told her, her fingers twining through her hair.
"Eat me.  Lick my pussy raw."


She licked up and down, from bottom to top and then from top to bottom.  She
plunged her tongue in and out, driving it between those swollen lips as far
as she could make it go.  She ground her face around as she licked, pushing
on the clitoral area with her nose.  At times it was difficult for her to
get a breath.  She didn't care.  She ate and ate, utilizing the same
techniques that Roger used on her, doing the things that she knew would feel
good, would build up to a powerful orgasm.  April grunted and moaned her
approval at each lick, at each suck.  She brought her leg up onto an
umbrella stand, opening herself up wider for her.


"You're a natural baby," April panted, her pelvis now thrusting outward.
"Eat me raw.  Just eat me raw!"


Monica's hands came up and grabbed the smooth cheeks of April's ass as she
ate.  She squeezed them between her fingers as she had done to her breasts
earlier.  April responded by rotating her pelvis around and around, pushing
and pulling and forcing more pressure.  Finally Monica took her clit into
her mouth and began to suck on it, knowing that this was what Roger did when
he wanted to push her over the edge.  It had the same effect on April.  She
screamed out in pleasure and grabbed the back of Monica's head once again,
driving her face forcefully onto its target.


"That's it," she grunted.  "Oh god that's it.  Suck my fucking clit.  Suck
it.  Suck it.  Make me come on your mouth!"


"Mmm hmmm," Monica returned, humming out the words as she continued to
savage the little nubbin.


April came a moment later, her legs buckling and nearly causing her to fall
to the ground as she screamed out her pleasure to the empty room.  It went
on for some time, well over a minute.  She thrust involuntarily back and
forth while juices ran down the front of Monica's face, over her neck, and
onto her shirt.


When she finally pulled her face away it was soaking wet and the odor of
April's pussy was burned into her brain for all time.  She looked up at her
lover, smiling at her accomplishment, already anticipating having the favor
returned.


April reached out her hand and helped her to her feet.  She came up
willingly and opened her mouth when April leaned in for a deep soul kiss.
They swirled tongues for almost a minute before April broke the contact and
looked at her.


"You're such a naughty girl," April told her.  "You made me come with your
nasty little mouth, didn't you?"


"Yes," Monica agreed, kissing her cheek, the side of her neck, lapping at
her with her tongue.


"And you loved it, didn't you?"


"Yes."


"Is this your first time?"


Monica nodded.  "Yes."


April smiled.  "Good," she said, dropping her hand to the swell of Monica's
breast and giving it a gentle squeeze.  "I've always wanted a virgin.  Let's
go upstairs."


She took Monica's hand and led her through the darkened house to the stairs.
They ascended to a hallway, walked past a darkened bathroom, and entered
through an open door.  April flicked on a light switch, revealing a
moderately large master bedroom done up in shades of girly pink.  An
old-fashioned four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the room, a frilly pink
comforter neatly pulled across it.  At the foot of the bed April stopped and
turned around, so she was facing Monica once more.  She reached out and
caressed her shoulders for a moment, gently, in a massaging motion.


"I'm going to love eating you alive," she said, sliding her fingers down to
the buttons of Monica's blouse.  "You're going to come like you've never
come before."


Monica stood silently, her body shaking in arousal and fear.  April removed
the blouse and then reached behind her to pull off the bra.  She ran her
hand over the erect nipples for a moment, barely making contact, making them
tingle.


"You have the most beautiful tits," she told her.  "I almost attacked them
back at the locker room you know.  I almost couldn't help myself."


"I know the feeling," Monica said as she pushed her shoulders forward,
trying to increase the contact.


"I was hoping that you'd join me in the shower back there," she said,
sliding her hands down across Monica's stomach, until her fingers reached
the snap of her shorts.  "You wanted to, didn't you?"


"I almost did," Monica admitted as she felt her shorts opened.  "I wasn't
sure how you'd react."


"I would've made sure you were nice and clean," she told her, pushing at the
shorts so they fell to her feet.  "It's probably just as well that you
didn't.  I suspect that we would still be in there right now."


Monica stepped out of the shorts and kicked them a few feet to the right.
She now stood only in her panties, which were so soaked in the crotch that
they were transparent.


"Lay on the bed," April told her.  "I want to take them off of you while
you're lying down."


She lay on her back atop the comforter, watching as April looked up and down
her body, blushing under the scrutiny, hungering for more of it.  Her lover
leaned over the edge of the bed and reached forward, grabbing the waist of
her panties.  Slowly, infinitely slowly, she drew them down her legs and
off, leaving her nude.  She let her legs fall open submissively, baring
herself.


"Beautiful," April said, reaching down and taking one of her legs in her
hands.  She slid her hands up and down the calf a few times, stroking the
skin.  She then climbed atop her, putting her soft body atop Monica's.  Her
large breasts dangled downward, the nipples sliding over Monica's smaller
orbs, tracing circles in the flesh.  She leaned down and kissed her,
slipping her tongue in her mouth once again.  Monica kissed back eagerly,
sucking greedily on her tongue.


They kissed each other for what seemed forever, just making out like
teenagers in the back of a car while their naked bodies pressed together.
Monica slid her hands all over April's back, enjoying the silky soft feel of
female skin, enjoying the gentle curves at her waist, palpating the robust
roundness of her ass cheeks.  She pulled the other woman against her,
grinding her congested crotch upward, desperate for some sort of contact on
her clit.


Finally April began to move downward.  She did it with excruciating
slowness, first kissing her way around Monica's neck, licking and tonguing
each side before moving onto the shoulder blades.  Monica sighed as she felt
that wet tongue and those full lips on her skin, as she felt the occasional
gentle nip of teeth.  She felt her arms pushed upward, so they were extended
above her head, and then she felt that wet tongue settle in her armpit.


"Ohh..." she squealed in pleasant surprise as April proceeded to make love
to her armpit.  It was an erogenous zone that she'd never realized she'd had
before.  Her sucking mouth sent tingles of electricity radiating up and down
her body.  She basked in the sensation, twisting this way and that as it
flirted with the border of tickling and pleasure.


She kissed her way across the top of her chest, staying well clear of the
swell of her breasts, and then tongued out the other armpit, leaving it a
wet, glistening mess when she was finally done.  At long last April worked
her way to her breasts, deliberately avoiding the nipples as she nipped and
sucked every other part of both of them.


"Please," Monica pleaded, actually feeling her nipples ache with wanting.
"Suck them.  Suck my titties!"


"Since you put it that way," April answered with a smile.  She leaned down
and took the right one in her mouth, drawing it in and imparting a delicious
friction to it.


April worked the longest here.  She sucked and licked and bit and
manipulated each nipple until it was engorged and rock hard.  Each suck of
her soft mouth sent jolts of pleasure directly to Monica's clit until it
seemed that she was on the verge of orgasm just from the mouth action alone.
She groaned and moaned as she was suckled, her fingers running through her
lover's hair, her crotch continually thrusting upward now.


After nearly ten minutes of stimulating Monica's breasts, April finally
moved on, sliding further down her body and trailing kisses across her flank
and over her heaving belly until she was kissing and licking the flesh of
her upper leg.  Monica's legs, in an involuntary action, opened wider, as
wide as she could make them, so that her wares were displayed in a manner
that was almost obscene.


"I can smell your pussy now," April told her, her tongue stabbing out and
making quick contact with her inner thigh, with the crease between crotch
and leg.  "It smells like heaven to me.  Do you know that?"


"Ohh," Monica moaned, thrusting up at her, desperate for her to have that
wonderful mouth upon her being.


"You want me to suck your pussy bi girl?" she asked her.


"Yes!" Monica said eagerly.


"You want me to put my head between your legs and eat you out?  Is that what
you want?"


"Yes, oh please," she pleaded.  "Do it to me.  Eat me!"


"Eat what?" she teased.


"My pussy!" Monica nearly screamed.  "Eat my pussy!  Please, please, please!
Eat me!"


April smiled one more time and then slowly put her head forward.  A second
later Monica felt that tongue sliding softly, slowly up her swollen lips.
It reached her pulsating clitoris a second later and captured it,
immediately starting to suck.


"Ohhhhh!" Monica screamed as a powerful orgasm immediately exploded within
her, taking her by surprise.  She writhed and rolled on the bed, her body
bucking up and down like a fish out of water.  Never in her life had a
climax hit her with such speed, with such power.  Her breathing momentarily
stopped as the waves of pleasure had their way with her.


April continued to suck her clitoris until the last vestiges faded away.
She then began licking up and down her pussy lips again, stimulating the
lower nerves, cycling the pleasure back around for another release.  It went
more slowly this time, with April taking her time at her work, licking
methodically up and down her slit, drawing the pleasure out, occasionally
plunging her tongue inside like a small penis.  Soon however, she was
bucking up and down once more, her long legs wrapped around April's torso,
her hands pawing at April's breasts.  Just when she thought she couldn't
stand it any longer, April took her clit in her mouth once more and sucked
another orgasm from her, this one even more powerful than the first, strong
enough to make her scream out in sheer pleasure.


April stood up, her face dripping wet, a satisfied smile upon it.  "Did you
like that?" she asked sweetly.


"Oh my god yes," she cried, her legs still spread across the bed, her pussy
still swollen open and gaping invitingly.


"Does your husband eat you pussy for you?" she asked.


She nodded.  "Yes," she panted, still feeling tingles in her groin.  "He's
actually pretty good at it.  But it never felt like THAT before.  Not even
close."


"Men can be taught to do a decent job of it," April told her.  "But they can
never compare to a woman.  Not one that loves to eat pussy as much as I do."


"How many times have you done this?" Monica asked, for the first time
curious about her new lover's previous experience.


"Ten or twelve times," she told her.  "I'm like you.  I primarily like men
in my life but I also love the feel of something... oh... softer against me
when I get the chance.  There's nothing quite like it, is there?"


"No," Monica said.  "I've never had anyone do to my body what you've done to
it.  I've never come like that before."


April smiled.  "I like to think that I've perfected my technique over the
years," she said.  "But we're not quite done yet my dear."


"We're not?" she asked, excited at the thought of more.


"Not by a long shot," April said, strolling over to the bedside stand.  She
opened a drawer and pulled out a pink, eight-inch dildo.  It had nylon
straps attached to the back of it.


Monica's eyes widened as she looked at it.  "Is that what I think it is?"
she asked nervously.


"Uh huh," April said, bringing it down to her crotch and settling it just
over the top of her pussy.  She ran the strap around her waist and beneath
her legs, fastening it in the back.  "A strap-on baby.  Now I'm going to
fuck you."


"But..." Monica started.


"No buts," April said, shushing her.  She walked over to the side of the
bed, the phallus hanging lewdly out in front of her.  "It's not often I get
to use my toy the way its meant to be used."  She stopped right next to
Monica's head and thrust forward, so the tip of the dildo was inches from
her face.  "Suck me," she commanded.


"April," Monica said, "I..."


April grabbed the back of her head, not harshly, but with enough force to
let her know who was in charge of the show here.  "I said suck me," she
repeated.  "Get it all nice and wet and then I'm GOING to fuck you with it."


Surprisingly, at least to her, she became excited by having the thing stuck
in her face, excited by being ordered to suck it.  Obediently she opened her
mouth and put the tip in.  It tasted of latex with a faint undercurrent of
April's vaginal juices.  She licked and slurped on it, wetting it with her
saliva.


"That's right baby," April encouraged.  "Suck my cock for me.  Suck me like
I'm your man."


When it was glistening wet and dripping with her saliva, April eased it
gently from her mouth and climbed back onto the bed, so she was kneeling
between Monica's legs.  She took a leg in each hand and placed them on her
shoulders and then scooted forward, until the tip was just touching between
her still-swollen pussy lips.  She looked intently into Monica's eyes.


"I'm gonna fuck you now," she told her.  "I'm gonna fuck you until you come
on my cock."


"Do it," Monica said eagerly, already thrusting her hips forward, trying to
force the tip inside of her.


April moved forward, slowly but steadily putting the slippery dildo inside
of her.  It was big, both longer and thicker than her husband's cock, and it
made her feel incredibly full as it penetrated her.  She moaned again, her
hands reaching out and pulling on April's ass to help her.


"You like that?" April asked her, bottoming out and then slowly withdrawing.


"Yes," Monica told her.  "It's so... big."


"It's not as warm or as nice as a real cock," she said.  "But it's got its
advantages, doesn't it?"  She thrust back in, a little faster this time.
"It's a nice substitute for those times when there's not a real one around,
don't you think?"


"Uh huh," she grunted as it slid back out, almost completely out.


April put it back in and then pulled it back out and then put it back in.
Soon she was thrusting with the speed of a man, a wet squishing sound
emanating from their crotches with each stroke.  She let go of Monica's
legs, letting them go back to the bed, and then leaned forward, so her
breasts were once more dangling against Monica's.  She leaned forward and
kissed her, stabbing her tongue into her mouth while her pelvis continued to
move up and down.


"I like to kiss while I fuck," April said between slurps of the tongues.  "I
love to make love to your mouth with mine."


"Mmmm hmmm," Monica said, enthusiastically kissing back at her.


The pounding dildo in her pussy made her feel so full, so stuffed.  That,
coupled with the erotic sensation of April's soft body atop hers, her tits
rubbing against hers, her smooth legs intertwining with hers, her wonderful
mouth kissing on her, soon had her straining towards yet another climax.  As
she screamed it out to the room once more April just kept humping away,
driving her through it and into the aftermath.


Finally she slowed to a stop, her strokes gradually easing up until her
pelvis remained motionless, the dildo part of the strap-on still half inside
Monica's body.  They shared a long, luxuriant kiss with each other and then
April rested her head on her new lover's shoulder.  They cuddled together,
not speaking, just softly stroking each other's skin, for the better part of
a half an hour, until the sweat dried on their skin, until their bodies
lulled into the dreamy afterglow.


At last April pushed herself up and slowly pulled the dildo out of its tight
sheath.  She rolled over on her back next to Monica and stared up at the
ceiling for a second before turning her head to look at the other woman.


"How do you feel?" she asked her softly.


"Confused," Monica answered truthfully.


April nodded.  "I remember my first time," she said whimsically.  "I cried
afterward.  It's a very emotional thing."


"Yes," she agreed.  That was exactly right.  Different emotions, most of
them conflicting with each other, were rushing through her head right now,
bouncing back and forth like echoes in a canyon.  Guilt, shame, arousal,
fear, anger, longing, all competed for billing at the forefront of her
thoughts.


"It gets easier," she offered.  "If you decide you ever want to do this sort
of thing again.  With me or anyone else."


"Does it?" she asked, unsure if she wanted it to get easier.


"Easier, but no less erotic," she qualified.  "But listen, if you want to
forget that this ever happened between us, if you just want to go on as we
were... I can do that.  I loved having you as a lover - like I told you
before, I fantasized about you from the moment I meant you - but I really
liked having you as a friend too.  I wouldn't want what happened here affect
that friendship."  She sighed.  "A lot of times - most of the time in fact -
it does, you know."


Monica nodded.  "I don't want to lose you as a friend either," she replied.
"I'm not quite sure what to make of what we just did but I'm sure about
that.  I like our friendship with each other.  I'll try not to... well...
I'll try to keep things in perspective."


April leaned over and gently kissed her cheek.  "That's all we can do isn't
it?  Keep things in perspective?"


"All we can do," she agreed.


+++++


She left April's house a few minutes later.  Her body was sore, particularly
her nether regions and her breasts, and her mind was troubled.  She cried a
little as she drove.  A few minutes later she felt herself getting wet as
she thought about what she had done, how April's body had felt against hers.


She parked her car in the garage and sat there for a minute, scared to go
inside.  She knew that Roger would be waiting up for her, eager to hear how
her evening had gone.  She would tell him the truth, omitting no details.
She had already decided that.  The question was: what would happen next?
Would she be able to live with what she had done tonight?  Would Roger be
able to live with what she had done?  Would she do it again?


With a sigh she opened her car door and stepped out, wincing a little as she
bent the wrong way and irritated her inflamed vagina.  She slowly walked to
the door and opened it up, knowing that her life had taken a shift on its
axis, wondering if it was a good shift or a bad shift.


Al Steiner

May 2, 2002


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