“Oh heavens, yes!” she gasped. “Now do me lover! Do me like only you can!”
Once again delighted to oblige, Sara went to work, pumping her well-trained hips and buttocks and building up a delightful rhythm.
Carefully at first, alert to every nuance of her partner’s gasping exclamations should the pain exceed the pleasure, she stroked in and out of her. But Shanna merely encouraged her on, pleading with breathy little cries and those wonderfully expressive eyes for Sara to have her to the very limits of her considerable abilities.
And so she f****d her, the loveliest girl she’d ever had and surely one of the most responsive. And when her kneeling posture no longer proved adequate to the demands of their mutual passion she moved forward atop her eagerly willing partner.
Propped on her palms above her, she drove her hard prick vigorously home while they drowned in each other’s eyes and Shanna pawed and squeezed and then simply clung to those wildly swinging breasts when Sara’s fervent rhythm escalated almost beyond bearing. Yelping with ecstatic self-absorption, the young dildo-virgin soon brought her stocking-clad legs up to lock around Sara’s back, rocking with the rhythm of their copulation and thrusting back against her just as vigorously as she got.
Oh, the men of the world were losing a wondrous specimen of prime womanhood here, and Sara was absolutely ecstatic to be depriving them of it. Surely no man ever could be worthy of this incomparable example of amazingly passionate femininity, and it was their own manifest shortcomings that had driven lovely Shanna back into the arms of her sisters where she belonged. Finally even this position was inadequate to meet the demands of their linked and loving and absolutely insatiable womanhood, and Sara dropped fully atop the smaller girl.
Crushing her uncomplaining into the mattress – indeed Shanna welcomed that breast-to-breast full-body contact with further screams of affirmation – Sara gripped her by the shoulders and poured everything she had into pounding that eagerly accepting p***y with her greedier-than-ever c**k. Together they flexed and strove against one another in perfectly syncopated, ever escalating rhythm, for far longer than any man could have endured, until in a fairy tale finish they at last climaxed together in a mutually screaming and thrashing, gasping and thrusting intermingling of orgasmic excess. Then they lay locked together, connected by c**k and kissing as deeply, lovingly, passionately and comfortably as any couple ever.
Finally Sara extricated herself. She belatedly put on some music (a mellow, hauntingly sexy album by Shivaree called I Oughtta Give You a Shot in the Head for Making Me Live in this Dump), dimmed the lights a little further and refilled their glasses. She rejoined her once again shyly smiling new lover on the bed, where they by unspoken consent moved to the proper center. There they snuggled together against big soft pillows, Sara naked but for her forever-erect c**k and Shanna still wearing just her nurse’s cap, white stockings, garters and belt. Sipping wine, idly caressing each other’s legs, bellies, flanks, and breasts, they engaged in a bit of silly pillow talk before affirming for each other facts they’d already taken for granted.
“So, my lovely young debutante, how was your first time with a woman?”
“Are you kidding me, darling? I’m never going to touch a man again. You are simply the most wonderful lover I’ve ever had by an incredible margin. You can do me like that, or any other way you want, anytime as far as I’m concerned. I still can’t believe I just met you this morning. Suddenly I want to be with you forever.”
“I know what you mean,” husked Sara, her index finger tracing circles atop the big brown aureole of one of those naturally conical n*****s. Then she once again looked deeply into those simple gorgeous bright blue eyes. “I want to be with you forever too.”
Heat flared in their locked gazes, fanning the smoldering flames of passion back into a fiercely demanding blaze. As one they set their glasses on the headboard and turned fully into each other’s embrace. This time both their hands wandered at will, eagerly exploring every curve and crevice of the other’s body. And when Sara once again mounted her now lover-for-life, there was no hesitation or tentativeness necessary this time. Pinning Shanna to the center of that bed like an iridescent butterfly tacked to a board she drilled her from the start with everything she had, this time to multi-orgasmic glory far exceeding anything in either’s experience.
Twice more after that they made love that first night, their exploratory orgy going on for over five hours. The next time Shanna took the top. She straddled supine Sara and rode her to unimaginable ecstasy, as Sara squeezed and fondled and suckled those incredible breasts. And finally they spooned sweetly together, Sara taking her from behind as they lay on their sides, drunk and exhausted as the clock on the wall registered and passed three o’clock in the morning. Finally they slept that way, Sara cradling the slightly smaller, younger girl possessively against her while Shanna snuggled peaceably into that embrace, ecstatic to be so possessed and more fulfilled than ever before. Brown-haired and black, their heads lay together on the same pillow and the coverlet contained the warmth of their bodies in a heavenly shared space.
3.
The girls had to be at work again at eleven a.m. When the alarm sounded at nine they groaned and stirred, laughed ruefully but got up after sharing a few good-morning kisses and caresses. Shanna removed the cap that was still remarkably pinned to her hair and stripped off her stockings and garters. Still wearing that big c**k – god how she loved to – Sara led the way out the bedroom, past a small closet with a full-length mirror on the door and into the bathroom on the other side of it. Not too hung over, they climbed into the combined bathtub/shower stall together and shut the sliding door behind them.
Soon a steamy heat arose both within and without them as they bathed each other under the shower’s hot blast. One thing led to another of course, and soon Sara was taking her new lover again, standing up against the pebbled and opaque door of the stall. Shanna’s breasts squashed against the glass as she had her from behind, and then her perfectly formed buttocks did likewise as they went at it face-to-face, making out fervently all the while. But at last they could afford to linger no longer. They toweled each other off (slowly and with great pleasure), took turns on the toilet and then stood before the mirror together to make themselves presentable.
“Damn, I wish we didn’t have to go to work today!” sighed Sara. “I need a two-week vacation at least to get my temporary fill of f*****g you.”
“I need a couple of months!” declared Shanna with an unaffected giggle. “You’ve given me more orgasms in the last twelve hours than I’ve managed by myself so far this year I think.”
“My pleasure, lover.” They grinned at each other. A silence fell as Shanna used the hair dryer and Sara brushed her teeth. Once these distractions were finished though Shanna rather shyly picked up where she’d left off.
“So when do I get to do you?”
“How about tonight, right after work? We’ll pick up some dinner on the way home.”
“Sounds fabulous!” enthused Shanna. “I can’t wait to try wielding the erection myself. But I should really stop by my parents’ house first. That’s where I’m staying while I get my career up and running. They don’t mind if I’m out all night, but if I’m going to disappear for days on end, I should give them some explanation. And I need a change of clothes and such, if I’m not going to wear my uniform around the clock.”
“You’re not,” Sara assured her. “Whenever you’re here, you’re going to be completely naked all the time – except for that darling little cap, which you look so intolerably cute in.”
They laughed together at this. After a few more minutes of silent hygiene, Sara brought up another point.
“It would be a hell of a lot cheaper and easier, and we’d get to spend more time together, if we just took one car to work and back. But it’s not a good idea. Too much gossip could cause problems for us. We’ll need to keep our relationship secret while we’re at work.”
“Understood, my love – it’s an asshole male’s world out there, isn’t it?”
“It sure is. But don’t forget: little Tommy’s waiting right now for his enema!”
Once again they laughed together, this time with a decidedly malicious edge to it. Then Sara returned to the subject at hand.
“So you’d better leave first, and take the freeway. I’ll follow five minutes later and use Clinton Avenue. And when we see each other on the fabled fifth floor, it will be for the first time since yesterday, Nurse Ward.”
“I got it, Nurse Stern! Okay, I’m ready,” announced Shanna then, pinning her cap back in place. “I just have to slip back into my uniform. What about breakfast by the way? Are you hungry? I know I’m absolutely famished!”
“I usually just grab a bagel and a cup of coffee on my way into work,” returned Sara. “But the fridge is full, so help yourself.”
“That’s all right. I’ll just hit McDonalds. But tomorrow morning I’ll cook for us. I like working around the kitchen, though I rarely have time for it.”
“I know what you mean. It’s a fast food world for us working girls.”
“Not tomorrow morning though – that’s a date. Give me a kiss now lover. I’m going to slip into my clothes and slip out of here.”
Sara did so. Left alone then she marveled at how splendidly everything was working out. And as if their meeting and hooking up was somehow blessed and ordained, it continued to do so over the next couple of weeks.
The two of them continued to work together during the days, where Sara was still assigned to shepherd the new hire around and oversee her responsibilities. They continued to have a fun and exciting time teasing and tormenting Tommy together, whose daily enemas were twice as maddening and arousing and more than before with the addition of Shanna to the procedure. She too began to expose her breasts to him, even more brazenly than Sara did, and to lean over and talk quietly, breathlessly and seductively to him about all the scandalous things she’d like to do to him as he bowed bound before her suffering that enormous pressure in his rectum. As a matter of policy she refused to touch his p***s, leaving it to Sara to provide that single feather touch that always set him off. However she continued to spank him, and simply delighted in ruthlessly squeezing his testicles even when this wasn’t necessary for control purposes. She’d simply interrupt her running monologue to ask him if he’d like her to. With Sara standing between her and the door in case of unexpected interruptions, she’d actually have her dress gaping almost to her navel (she’d switched to zippered ones to expedite opening and closing it) and her fabulous t**s popped right out of the cups of her bra.
“Just imagine it, Tommy: as Sara f****d your ass for hours, I’d be rubbing these against your face. I’d push my p***y right into your mouth, and make you suck my c**t exactly as if it was a hard little d**k. I’d whip your own erection with a leather strap until it was bleeding raw and you couldn’t help but come all over yourself from the intolerable pain. And yet still you’d remain a virgin forever, because no one will ever want to touch that thing, much less suck on it or f**k it. You know what I like to do with my boyfriends? I slip their pricks right between my t**s. Right in there, you see: in that deep soft trough between them, the cleavage it’s called. Then I press them against it from either side and use my big firm boobs to jerk them off, until they ejaculate all over me. Well, I’ll never do that for you. No one will. But what I will do is spank your ass and squeeze your balls until you cry. Would you like me to do that now? It’s the closest you’ll ever get to s*x with a girl like me or any girl at all probably.”
Of course, Tommy, weeping already and insanely erect would unfailingly nod eagerly, his desperate pleas for such abuse garbled by his gag but perfectly recognizable.
“Okay I will. But you must promise to never, ever tell anyone about this. If you did, Sara and I would never come back here, never touch you again, and you’d have some nasty, ugly old b***h like Miriam flooding your butt and sticking her hand up there instead of us.”
Aksara