Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 11:07:04 -0800 (PST)
From: layta <layta@excite.com>
Subject: Bethel's Epiphany

Disclaimer: This story is a product of my imagination and is intended for
adult entertainment.

                         Bethel's Epiphany (f/f)
                                  By
                                 Tayla


I'd had it with Mason. His affairs, one right after the other, had begun to
push me over the edge. My favorite decorator, on her knees in my new den
with his penis in her mouth, was the straw that broke the camel's back.

That night in our bedroom, I laid down the law. "We will not divorce for
the sake of our child. You and I will sleep in separate wings of this
house. Sex is a thing of the past no matter how badly you need it. You can
have your other women. I only ask that you be more discreet. We will
continue to present the image of a loving couple before our families and
friends. Got it?"

Mason cried for forgiveness and pretended as if he cared about my feelings
and the changes in out lives, but I didn't believe him. Not really.

The next morning at breakfast, I made an announcement. "Oh, by the way,
I'll be taking a little trip in a few days. Trey is all yours for the next
month. Try not to screw nanny in front of him, will you?"

After the limousine arrived, I kissed my child and scowled at my husband. I
wouldn't worry too much about Trey. Mason may be a lousy husband, but he is
a good father. Five and a half-year-old Trey would be looking forward to
adventures with his daddy.

Mason and I both come from old money. I have maintained the looks and
figure I had when I started college twelve years ago. My thick blonde hair
is cut to just below my chin, highlighting my flawless skin, vivid blue
eyes and naturally red lips. Diet and exercise have kept this 30-year old
body healthy and trim. I still capture the attention of both men and
women. Their eyes say I am beautiful and I know that I am. All of this
seems not to appeal to my husband anymore.

I'd e-mailed Sarah last night. She wrote me back saying that she and her
husband were out of the country for six weeks. Her keys would be left with
the manager of her building in case I needed to use her apartment. I was
disappointed because I thought I might recapture something with her. It had
been such a long time, but our college loving and that one afternoon five
years ago, were always at the edge of my mind.

My hotel was as elegant and stately as ever. This is the only place I'll
stay in when I'm in New York. After my things were unpacked and an early
dinner was served in the room, I called down to the desk for assistance. I
needed someone to do some correspondence and make several calls. Management
assured that someone would be sent up within the hour.

The knock came twenty minutes later. The manager introduced me to a young
woman from a nearby temporary service. "This is Tina," the manager
said. "She comes highly recommended."

"Thank you. I'm sure she will do nicely." After he left, I turned to the
girl. "Hello, Tina. I'm glad you were able to come. Shall we get started?"

"Thank you for the work. What would you like me to do first?" I dictated a
few items for e-mailing and assigned her several other clerical tasks. Then
I went off to take a long, leisurely bath. When I came back, refreshed and
clean, Tina had called all of the people on my list informing them of my
arrival in New York and sent my e-correspondence.

I went to get my purse to tip her. When I got back, she asked boldly if I
was absolutely certain there was nothing else she could do for me. I would
have said no had she not been staring at my exposed left breast with its
peaked nipple where my robe had opened.

"Tina, do you mean what I think you mean? How did you know?" I asked,
incredulously.

Smiling, she said, "That's exactly what I mean. How did I know? It's what
most women want given the opportunity. I have an on-again/off-again
boyfriend, but I dearly love to fuck women. Since I was 13, I've been doing
it with females-my best friend, my art teacher, my brother's girlfriend. I
see the rings on your hand, but you'd like nothing better than for me to
eat you. Am I right?" She slowly walked to me, removed my purse from my
hands and unbelted my robe. "Shall I continue? Would you like me to fuck
you?"

At her explicit invitation, my heart rate increased and my pussy throbbed.
"Oh, yes. Please. It's been so long," I pleaded. Tina was as tall as me,
about 19 with wavy black hair that reached the tops of her shoulders. She
was dressed like the girls her age-short skirt, a top that exposed skin if
she moved a certain way, chunky shoes. She was very pretty with large hazel
eyes, dark pink lips and long legs. She explained that she was an actress
waiting for a break. Being a temp helped her to meet the rent.

Looking in my eyes, Tina reached inside my robe and cupped my pussy. I
began to melt. I needed this so much. She rubbed me hard with heel of her
hand, bringing me off quickly. I sought her mouth, needing to be kissed.
She was a good kisser. Lips and teeth and tongue were everywhere. I
surprised myself by raising Tina's little skirt and putting my hand inside
her panties. I never took that initiative with Sarah. She was hot and wet
to the touch. My finger found its way inside her and found her even
hotter. I pumped into her fast and furiously. She came squeezing my finger
tightly. I can't believe I did that!

"Take these off," I asked her, referring to her wet panties. "I need to
screw your pussy right now. This is what I do best. Get on the bed.
Quickly.  It has been so long." With the skirt around her waist and the bra
and top still on, she lay back and let me take her pussy. I climbed on top
of her, lowered myself on her, closed my eyes and came home. My pussy
traveled over this girl-to the left, to the right. With my full weight on
her, I sawed her slit up and down and up and down, made endless circles on
her pubis taking what I needed. I relished the warmth of her mound, the
tickle of her pubic hairs, the strength of her as she pushed herself up to
me, offering me more. I stayed on top of this girl until I exhausted the
both of us. After we rested a few minutes, I removed the rest of her
clothing and put myself breast to breast, mouth to mouth and pussy to pussy
with her. As she moaned beneath me, I melded myself to her, wanting to feel
it all again. I wanted to cum with her tongue thrust into my mouth, her
breasts soft beneath my own. My legs locked with hers. When I again rode
myself into ecstasy, it was as if everything I had in me had pooled to my
pussy and I was sharing it with someone who understood how I felt. Another
woman.

I was so caught up in fucking this girl that I did something that I said I
would never do. I was always been the recipient of oral sex with my two
lovers, never the giver. But the she was right here under me. My tongue had
just dragged itself from her mouth again. She'd let me cum countless times
on her pussy. As I moved down this girl's body-sucking her shoulders,
grazing her nipples with my teeth, swirling my tongue in her navel-my mouth
wandered in the vicinity of her swollen pussy. I had done this to
her. Those pussy lips were lush and red because I had rubbed myself on
them. Quite vigorously, I might add. She felt so good and I couldn't help
myself. I had cum so hard on them. It seemed only natural to want to taste
them-taste us. Practically of their own volition, two fingers inserted
themselves into her. I pumped her pussy. When I removed them, my head came
down and tentatively began to lick her. She squirmed in pleasure. I got
bolder with her reaction. I licked her until she opened for me. I ran the
tip of my tongue over and over her swollen labia, and then speared her
clit. She exploded. I pulled her lips wider to lick her pussy juice. I
lapped at her with my tongue and when it worked its way inside her, I had
to hold her down as she came again.

I assumed my favorite position-my back at the headboard, my knees pulled up
and spread apart-as Tina ate my pussy. My, my what an aggressive little
sucker she was. I rubbed my breast with one hand and held that black wavy
head tightly with the other as she sucked on my clit. I hadn't died and
gone to heaven, but I was damn close.

At 12 am, I watched Tina's ass as she walked toward the stairwell. A young
blonde woman in red exited the elevator and saw me staring. When she
passed, she gave me a knowing wink and a smile. She didn't say anything,
but pulled a card from her purse and handed it to me.  Her card read, 'Eve,
Unleashed-Female Clientele Only. New Orleans.'

I went shopping the next morning. Lingerie was my intended purchase. As I
wandered around the store, I caught sight of a sexy little green leather
skirt and jacket that would be perfect for Tina. It didn't matter that it
was very costly, I just wanted to see her in it. Shopping for Sarah had
always given me great pleasure. Sarah. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I
sent my packages to the hotel, joined friends for lunch and visited a
museum.

I had my cabby put me off just past a little shop that caught my eye. There
were no other patrons when I stepped in. I made my request and waited. A
pimply-faced young man went to the back of store and brought my product to
me. "Lady, you want I should show you some other stuff you might could use?
Take a look at these. A lady would love these, ya think?" After my last
purchases arrived at the hotel, I called the manager and requested the
services of the young woman, Tina, whom I had used the day before. She
arrived at 5:45. When I closed the door, we kissed deeply. Dinner arrived a
few minutes later.

 "I went shopping today. Look what I found for you." I held out the leather
pieces that I'd brought from the bedroom. "Do you like them?" I asked.

 "Wow, Bethel, they're fantastic. You are so generous. I'll try them on
right now." She undressed where she stood.

They fit perfectly, of course. As well as I knew her body after a single
night, I had no trouble guessing her size. I followed her to the bedroom
and watched as she removed the pieces and hung them in my closet. "I have
something else for you. Look in that bag," I pointed. She pulled out the
white lace bra and brief matching panties. This set had come from the sex
shop. I had more from the department store, in every color I could find,
hidden to surprise her later.

"Oh, man, I have always wanted underwear like this. It's so sexy. Shall I
model for you?"  She began removing her old bra and panties.

"Please do. Come to the living area when you're ready." I put a narrow,
armless chair in the center of the room and stashed a bag behind it. I
removed my robe, revealing my own similar under garments that had begun to
moisten. She came in with her breasts pushed up and pushed together and
they threatened to pop from the bra. I could see the dark hair on her pussy
through the nearly transparent, backless panty. She did a sexy little dance
around the chair I was sitting in, shaking her ass cheeks at me and swiping
her breasts across my face. She knew I was on fire for her as I grabbed
those ass cheeks and licked them. Then I reached for and found her wet,
scantily-clad pussy. I rubbed it as she undulated. I never knew I could or
would do such things to a woman. I had been a selfish lover. Sarah did all
the work. I would not make that mistake again. I would make it up to her.

When I fucked her that night, I would use the thick, two-headed dick that I
had bought at the shop. "You mean a woman like you walked into a sex shop
and bought this?" she asked, holding it up.

"That's right, Tina. I was determined to have it. This little thing can be
very exciting. I had one just like it in college. A present from my
roommate."

"Was her name Sarah? You called me Sarah once."

"No, Sarah was my second lover. My dorm mother was the first. I let her eat
me to get out of trouble. I discovered I like it, so I found a girl of my
own. Sarah. Kate was my roommate.  She helped make it easier for us to be
together.

"Come on, Bethel. Fuck me with that thing. You can even call me Sarah if
you want, " she said, licking her lips.

I sat in the chair and inserted half into my pussy Tina spread her self in
front of me and pushed the other half in her pussy, alternately sitting on
and standing over my lap. Our full pussies were touching and the dick held
us together. I kissed her as I rubbed the tops of her breasts. Slowly we
sat up a rhythm. I grabbed her ass, trying to push her further into
me. "Tina, darling, you feel so good. That's it. Yes. Fuck me just like
that."  She held the back of the chair and rotated her hips and ass,
pushing dick even deeper.

Before she slipped away, we made arrangements to have me pick her up at the
agency in the late afternoon. I didn't want anyone getting suspicious about
her frequent visits and late departures, so I decided to take Sarah up on
her offer of the use of her place. I told Tina to look in the black velvet
box among her things when she arrived home. She was to have the contents in
place when we met. At the sex shop, I had bought us matching gold ben wa
balls. The nerd grinned lasciviously as he explained that they are supposed
to create a vibrating sensation and strong sexual urges. I was sold.

She was leaving her building when the cab pulled up. She got in the
taxi. "Wow, Bethel. I feel so...so." She could not remain still.

"I know, honey. I feel it too. I could almost do it right here in the cab,"
I whispered. "I can't wait to eat you with the balls inside."

We found Sarah's guest room, undressed quickly and fell into bed
kissing. When I was ready to eat her, she wanted to do the same. We assumed
the sixty-nine position and went to work on each other's pussies. Later,
Tina looked at me in wonderment as I lay my pussy on hers and began to
move. Our pleasure was so intense as the balls moved in us, as our flesh
melded. The sex was incredible.

I had Tina meet me at Sarah's a few days later. It would be bittersweet
because I knew this was our last meeting. It was time for me to move on. I
brought a large tote bag with me containing our sex toys. They would be
hers now. Tina sat on the bed and noticed the bag.

"Have any new toys today, Bethel?"

"As a matter of fact I do." I pulled out the strap-on and held it up. "The
guy at the shop said it was essential that I buy one of these."

"Oh, I'm so glad he did. I love these things. Can I wear it first, Bethel?"
She seemed highly excited.

"Of course you can. Step in and let's get you situated. The guy gave me
instructions." As I pulled and adjusted straps, I felt her up. I couldn't
help it. We finally adjusted the clit massager and she was ready. As I lay
back on the bed, she was all over me, kissing me hard with the dick poking
at me. I spread wide and she sunk in, and we began the ancient rhythm of
fucking. It was fantastic having a beautiful, sexy woman above me with her
soft ass in my hands, the brush of her breasts on my own and her hard dick
filling my pussy. When she leaned down to give me her tongue, I had
everything I wanted.

"Your turn," Tina said stepping out of the harness. I strapped up preparing
to pleasure her. I looked down at the protruding penis and felt
powerful. This sounds weird, I know, but it's true. I guess this is how
"they" feel. She wanted me to do her doggy style. I grabbed her ass, dipped
and inserted the dick in her pussy. Slowly I began to fuck her, increasing
momentum every few strokes. Soon I was exercising my power, slamming into
her, my flesh slapping against hers. After many, many strokes into her, she
asked me to penetrate her ass. She assured that I would not be hurting her
as she had done this before. My dick slid easily into her. As I watched
those perfect white globes push back toward me, I was momentarily
astonished. Here I am, a rich society lady with a husband and a child. I,
the usually proper Bethel, was wearing a strap-on dick, lodged the ass of a
struggling actress, listening to her sob in pleasure as she came, begging
me to stop and begging me not to. As the clit massager rubbed into me, I
shook violently as I came on her ass. I was happy. Truly. At this moment, I
didn't want to be anywhere else on earth. I have come a long way, baby!

After we showered, I presented her with my proposition. I would buy her a
nice apartment here in the city, provide her with a generous allowance so
that she could take acting, singing and dance lessons and work only when
she felt the need. She could live her life anyway she pleased, see whomever
she wanted. No real strings attached. If I decided I wanted to see her when
I came into the city, I would always call ahead for permission. Tina
readily agreed. I would put everything in motion before I left for Los
Angeles in a few days.

Los Angeles was lovely. Relatives from my father's family entertained me
royally. They were members of an exclusive country club that we used
everyday. I made use of the club's steam room after a grueling tennis
match. Only two of us, myself and a middle-aged woman, a Mrs. Rhys-Wheater,
introduced to me last night, were in the room. One of us was finger-fucked
and sucked. It was not the other woman. Without a word spoken between us, I
leaned back and rested on the bench behind me and let her do me. She sucked
my entire pussy into her mouth as I came.

That night after dinner she followed me into the ladies room at the
club. With my back against the door, she whispered, "May I, pet?
Quickly. Before someone pops in," pointing downward.

I nodded in assent and let her put her hand in my panties. She sighed
contentedly. As she rubbed me, she whispered, in her British accent,
"Thanks ever so much, luv. What a sweet little cunny you have. You are
exactly what I've needed. A beautiful, soft girl. My but you're so hot in
here. I practically melted when you welcomed me between these legs today,
letting me at this." We both looked down at my dress moving. "Cum quickly,
luv." I did. Who said Brits were cold and stuffy?

As we were all leaving the club, she asked if I would join her and her
husband the next day for a swim and conversation about the shows in New
York. The gentleman said he had a business meeting in Chicago, but
encouraged his wife to have me anyway. Her eyes lit up and held mine.

At noon, the lovely Mrs. Rhys-Wheater and I went into the pool house to
change and didn't resurface for an hour. She had a strong, shapely body.  I
thought as much. I'd had a quick glimpse when she refastened her slipped
towel yesterday. When she danced with her husband after dinner, I noticed
her beautiful calves. I tongue-kissed until she was giddy her and rubbed
myself on her firm body.

"Thanks, Bethel. I hardly ever get a kiss. My affairs are mostly hurried as
was ours yesterday. What a talented mouth you have. Worlds better than a
man's, that's for certain." We used our lips, fingers and tongues on each
other in some hot sixty-nine action on the sofa bed in the pool
house. Mrs. Rhys-Wheater was as voracious an eater as she had been
yesterday. Her servants had been standing by the pool for an hour waiting
to serve lunch. Little did they know, their mistress and I had already
partaken of a lovely repast. Before I departed, she thanked me profusely
between kisses as I screwed our water-cooled pussies together, making them
warm, making us cum again.

My last ten days were spent in Hawaii. Kilani, the beautiful native girl
who checked me in, was also the hotel owner's daughter. Within an hour of
check in, she was knocking at my door.

"Yes, miss?" I asked, staring at her as she walked in.

"I've personally come to make certain you have every thing you need." She
hesitated a bit, crossed her fingers and then started her spiel. "I never
come to a guest's room so soon, but when I saw you downstairs, you looked
so beautiful and sexy in that sundress and your skin looks so creamy...and
I've only done it with a few of the island girls...but I look at those
naked girls in Playboy that I steal from my boyfriend and fantasize about
fucking them...someone like you...and I am so hot looking at you right
now...I can almost taste you...do you, you know, with girls...it's so good
touching a girl...if not, please, please don't tell my father...he would
die if he knew...he wants me to marry a...I'll just leave." Her breasts
heaved. I wanted them in my mouth.

I pulled down the straps on my dress, pushed it the rest of the way down
and was naked before her. She started to stammer again. I silenced her with
my tongue and helped remove her things. Within a few minutes, she was
riding me, giving me her large, luscious pussy. Her curtain of long, dark,
fragrant hair swirled around us as she dug her pussy into mine.

Each night, Kilani came to my suite to "make certain my accommodations were
acceptable."  We would soak in a scented hot tub where she could not keep
her hands off me. She massaged me with exotic lotion and rubbed it off with
her body when she loved me. She spent an enormous amount time playing at my
pussy with her little gel-colored vibrators. The green one was her
favorite. She was fascinated with the pinkness of my labia and the sparse
blond curls nearby. She said my lips got bigger and turned a darker shade
of pink when she turned on the switch and pumped in the little green
thing. She would get me so hot that I would demand that she eat me
quickly. Or, I would pull her on top of me, slowly run my hands over her,
kiss her, and beg her to screw my pussy slowly. Whenever I ate her, she
tasted of the fruits of her island.

I managed to meet with Tina at the apartment many times during the next six
months. All I thought about was fucking her. She was an exciting and
innovative lover. The fact that she was an actress served her well. When in
character she might open the door as a stripper clad in a g-string and
pasties or a gum-chewing, pony-tailed cheerleader with an attitude. I would
be so hot when I saw her that I would drop my packages-things I'd bought
for her--- at the front door, undress and step into her fantasies. Sex is
enhanced by fantasy. She had added to our little bag of tricks. I
particularly liked the edible panties. We ended our relationship when Tina
got a part in a Broadway play. She would be very busy with rehearsals and
lessons. I still had money wired to her account. It was the least I could
do for someone who had given me so much pleasure. Mason had made some
overtures about reconciliation, so I decided this was a good opportunity to
work on my marriage.

Before I fully went to Mason, true to my word, I seduced Sarah. I invited
her to lunch in the city to properly thank her for the use of her apartment
those months ago.

"I'm glad I could help, Bethel. Did you and Mason like it?"

"He never saw it. I was there with someone else."

"Bethel! Are you kidding? Another man?"

"Another woman. A girl, really.  A beautiful 19-year old actress."

"By the look on your face, you certainly enjoyed her."

"She was incredible. Just like you were. Sarah, would you like to fool
around a little after lunch? I can get a suite upstairs. I know you have to
get back soon. I wouldn't keep you long."

"Still horny, are we?" Sarah laughed.

"Always!"

I was naked when she knocked on the door. I pulled her in and kissed her
soundly. Then I helped her undress. We were giggling the entire time. Sarah
thought that I would assume my favorite position in bed. I surprised her by
steering her away from it and leading her to the only armchair in the
room. Without a word, I gently pushed her in. She gasped as I spread a leg
over each arm. I didn't want anything for myself at the moment. It was all
for her. Sarah, the sweet girl who gave me a solid year of her love. She
moaned my name over and over as I spread her wide and had my first taste of
her. I returned her love with my hands and my mouth. Thankfully the rooms
were soundproof. Sarah was very vocal with her praise of my oral talents.

I fucked her like I did in college. Me, on top, screwing her. God, she felt
so good, so familiar. Her hair even smelled the same. She was wearing the
diamond studs I had given her for a birthday. This woman said she would do
anything for me in college. She dated my brother and I suspect they made
love, but it was for me. She sat next to me at my mother's Thanksgiving
dinner table in Connecticut and fucked me upstairs in the late night. This
woman waited for me to return from a date with Mason to have sex with
me. She knew I would need her and she gave. I guess I loved her then but
didn't know it. I rode her hard now and felt her long clit push toward
mine. I put my tongue in her mouth and succumbed to the
pleasure. Sarah. She was very late getting back to her office.

I seriously threw myself into family, charity work and the social scene. I
was the model wife and mother. I fully reconciled with Mason, who was being
a good boy. Our sex life, fueled by my secret fantasies, was great. On my
birthday, Mason presented me with a beautiful diamond necklace.

I fell of the fidelity wagon a year later when I gave myself a "shopping"
trip to New Orleans. I treated myself to two days and three nights of
unadulterated Eve and her southern hospitality. She was a professional who
truly loved her work. This woman explored every inch of me and discovered
new pleasure places-the spot at the top of my left ear, the underside of my
breasts, the line at my pussy where the hair began. I experienced the rush
of sex in public when Eve did me in the French Quarter. In the middle of an
afternoon, she guided me to a doorway, pulled a vibrator from her purse and
fucked me. As she pumped me, she described what she would do to me that
night. Over her shoulder, I watched hundreds of people milling about us as
I had a fantastic orgasm. It was awesome. On my last night, on my hands and
knees, with the diamond necklace sparkling in candlelight, Eve, slowly and
exquisitely entered me and removed the last vestiges of my virginity,
opening a new avenue of pleasure. I was complete.

	 If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman.


Read about Bethel and Sarah in "Bethel's Hunger."
Read about Eve in "Calling all Girls."

**Comments about this story or any of my others are welcome**