Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 10:54:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: jane kelly <janek92006@yahoo.com>
Subject: Josephine and Judith

Josephine Hayes is a typical woman boss, hard and randy for the girls who
work under her. Jo still has vivid memories of her seduction of her plump
little co-worker, the luscious but amazingly naive Judith McCluskey.
Judith, without being in the least aware of it, was a real cunt-teaser as
far as Jo was concerned. Jo would ogle Judith and her cunt used to tingle
every time Judith bent over or stretched up to get something, affording a
tantalising glimpse of her panty-clad buttocks that caused Jo to catch her
breath as she imagined what it would be like to get her nose in the
delicious cleft between and to stick her probing tongue into Judith's
pretty little orifice. So, not surprisingly, Jo decided it was high time
she led the girl in the right direction. The opportunity came one day when
Judith returned from lunch clutching a plastic bag.

"Been shopping?"

"Just a blouse I bought at Robert Sayles.

"Let me see."

Judith took the blouse out of the bag and held it up against herself. It
was a very conventional sort of blouse, not a bit sexy. The sort that dull
married women buy. Jo looked at Judith and wondered what it would be like
to lie naked in bed with her. Cuddly. That was Judith. Jo smiled to
herself.  The poor creature was as innocent as a newborn baby.

"Put it on. Let's see what it looks like."

"What? Now?"

"Don't worry, John won't be back from lunch for ages. There's just the two
of us. Come on. Take your sweater off and pop the blouse on."

Judith pulled her sweater over her head, a movement that caused her plump
breasts to thrust forward. Her bra was as plain as the blouse, designed for
comfort not titillation. And it was the wrong size. Size C tits in size A
cups, spilling out from the top and the sides, and her nipples sticking out
awkwarly from the rim of the cups like two little rising suns. She put the
blouse on quickly and buttoned it up, clearly terrified that someone might
come in and catch her with her underwear showing. Jo came up to her and
pretended to adjust the blouse, pulling at the hem and brushing out
imaginary creases with her careless hands. Judith shivered as she felt the
woman's fingers brush her nipples. If only they wouldn't stand out so!

"It's lovely, Judith. It really suits your lovely figure. Shows off your
bosom a treat."

The girl blushed at the compliment. And at the reference to her titties. In
her family, people did not talk about such things. Fancy her boss thinking
that she had a nice figure! Judith was surprised that she had even noticed.

"But I am afraid you are going to have to do something about your bra, my
love."

"Wh-what do you mean, Jo?"

"You need a bigger cup size, love. With those spectacular boobs, I would
say a C cup. You can't expect to squeeze those beauties of yours into
anything less than a C."

As she spoke, Jo put her hands under Judith's breasts and lifted them as if
she were weighing them.

"Hmm!! They really are beauties. You are very lucky to have such wonderful
breasts. If I were a man, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you!"

She laughed as she said this, then, without warning, kissed Judith full on
the mouth, a brief but wet kiss, lips parted lasciviously, accompanied by a
squeeze of the girl's plump breasts. Before Judith could react, Jo broke
off and went back to her desk.


"Come on, sweetie. We'd better get some work done before the monstrous men
return."

Judith was totally confused. She had never been touched by a woman before
in that way, let alone been kissed by one. The funny thing was that she had
really liked it, the kind way Jo had taken an interest in her, and the
strangely exciting kiss on the mouth. She looked at Jo, but the woman
appeared to be too busy to bother with her confused young secretary. Judith
suddenly felt cheated. She doesn't really care about me. Not really. Judith
remembered the way Jo's fingers had brushed over her nipples, causing them
to stiffen and protrude even more than usual, and she blushed.

The next day, at lunchtime, it was Jo's turn to come back with a couple of
purchases. The first was a skirt she had bought for herself, a pleated
black miniskirt that she knew would make her look really tarty. Just the
sort of blatant sexual self-advertisement that Judith could never
contemplate. Well, she was going to face some blatant sexual innuendoes
today! Let's see if we can get her plump little cunny salivating! Jo took
it out of the bag and showed it to Judith.

"What do you think? Am I too old for this sort of skirt?"

"Well, ..."

"No need to be polite, lovey. I know my limitations. Tell you what. Why
don't I try it on?"

She shucked off her office skirt and handed it to Judith.

"Put it on the chair, there's a darling."

She stood in front of Judith in her knickers, apparently in no hurry to
cover herself up. Her panties were so sksimpy that they barely covered her
fanny. Wisps of her reddish pubic hair peeped out coyiy from the sides of
her panties. The outline of her substantial cunt was etched puffily under
the flimsy material, especially as the gusset was wedged tightly into her
slit. And Jo knew it. She had looked at herself in the mirror that morning,
and had felt a real glow of satisfaction at the prominence of her cunt
showing through her knickers. She had pulled the knickers up really tight
so that they would cut into her vulva, and had not been able to resist a
quick wank as she contemplated herself and thought about the effect the
glimpse and the promise of cunt might have on Judith - if she was lucky.

Now, here she was, the moment of truth. Judith stared goggle-eyed at her
boss's exposed cunt. Jo loved it. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled
in a parody of a stripper.

"And now the sexy Josephine will reveal all for your delight, ladies and
gentlemen. Hold on to your hats and fasten your seat belts while Jojo Hayes
performs the dance of the Seven Veils."

She thrust her groin forward suggestively and grinned at Judith. The girl
tried desperately not to stare at the woman's incredible mound. It was so
disconcerting. Not only could she see everything that Jo had got, but she
found herself fascinated and even excited by what she could see. Pulling
herself together, Judith held out the miniskirt as if she was anxious for
this strange woman to cover herself up. Jo took the miniskirt and twirled
it round her head.

"OK, Judith, I'll be a good girl and put the skirt on. But I want you to
tell me honestly whether it really suits me or not."

She bent down, her back to Judith, and stepped into the skirt. Judith
looked at the woman's buttocks and at the outlines of the puffy cunt framed
between them. She noticed a trickle of cuntjuice beginning to ooze down the
insides of the woman's thighs.  She couldn't help noticing too a strange
tingling in her own fanny now, a feeling she only got when she sometimes
touched herself under the bedclothes, guiltily and furtively, ashamed of
herself for wanting to experience again the good feelings it gave her when
she slid her finger over her clitty and played with it, rubbing and
pressing the little knob of flesh untl she was writhing with pleasure. And
here was that same gorgeous tingling again, brought on by the sight of her
sexy boss bending over and accidentally revealing all her charms. It was a
perfectly shaped cunt, with fleshy cuntlips and an intriguing crease
surmounted by a button-like little knob of flesh which Judith knew to be
her deliciously protruding clitoris! Judith felt weak at the knees as she
realised just how much she liked what she saw.

"What do you think?"

The miniskirt barely covered Jo's panties, and gave a wonderful view of her
curvaceous thighs.

"Too short? What's it like from the back when I bend down? Don't want to
excite the men, do we?"

Again she turned her back to Judith and bent over, once more revealing the
outline of her lovely puffy cunt, which seemed wetter and more visible than
ever. Judith picked up aroma, that telltale smell of hot wet cunt that she
recognised. It was the enticing odour that she had come to enjoy as part of
her ritual furtive gropings under the sheets every night. She badly needed
a wank right now, right here and now, perhaps with Jo watching her...
Perhaps that would turn her on the way she has turned me on. Perhaps she
would want to wank too. Perhaps we could wank in front of each other.
Perhaps we could touch each other.. The enormity of these shocking
perverted thoughts which her fevered imagination had provoked caused her to
catch her breath. What was happening to her? Jo straightened up then and
faced Judith. The girl's cheeks were on fire. Good!

"Haven't shocked you, have I, darling? Come on, we are all girls together
here. It's just a bit of fun. Sorry about the pussy smell. It's very hot in
here. Either that, or all that sexy dancing has got me overexcited."

She brushed Judith's cheek with her fingers.

"You are a sweetie, and I do love you, and to prove it, I 've got
somethingi else in the bag: a little prezzy for you. Take it out and see
what you think."

Judith reached into the bag and drew out a beautiful brassiere, a 36 C. It
was elegant and lacy and not the sort of bra that Judith would ever have
bought for herself. She looked at the cups. They seemed enormous. Were her
tits really that big? Her nipples tingled as she contemplated the sexy
lingerie. She wanted so much to be sexy, but had never dared, except in her
secret dreams, when she masturbated to images of herself in sexy poses,
being randily fondled by anonymous hands and probed by anonymous fingers.
Since her last encounter with Jo over the new sweater, those hands and
those fingers had become female hands with fingernails painted in menacing
scarlet.

"Well, aren't you going to try it on?"

Judith realised that she would have to take off the bra she was wearing and
expose her naked tits, something she had never done in front of anyone
before. But, somehow, with Jo, it seemed a natural thing to do. With Jo
watching her every move like a cat getting ready to pounce, Judith slipped
off her blouse and undid her bra. As she slid it down her arms, she became
aware that her nipples were standing out stiffer and more prominent than
ever, unmistakeable signs that she was getting really worked up
sexually. Jo noticed them and Judith knew that she had noticed them.

"Sorry! she mumbled. I have no idea why my nipples are sticking out so."

"They're beautiful, Judith, you don't need to apologise for being
beautiful. I think you have beautiful nipples. I love them. If I were a
man, I'd want to touch them."

Judith knew at that moment that she would have loved Jo to touch her
nipples. The thought of those deft little fingers with their pretty red
fingernails brushing her nipples made Judith's cunt emit a jet of
cuntjuice. She was randier that she could remember. And with another woman!
What was happening to her?

Jo came forward at that moment, She knew perfectly well what was issuing
from between those pretty young pussylips. Such a sweet smell of cunt. She
remembered Aisling's amazing stench and how much it had turned her on, once
she had overcome her initial revulsion. But it was nice to be close now to
such a sweet-smelling fanny. Such a pretty young girl. Jo took the new bra
from the desk where Judith had put it. She slid the straps up the girl's
arms, and pulled the cups up to capture those luscious plump boobs that she
found so mouthwatering. As she leant forward to fasten the catch, she
pressed her own boobs briefly against Judith's before stepping back again.
The momentary embrace caused Judith to catch her breath. Then she reached
round Judith again to adjust the straps, deliberately pressing herself
against the girl's trembling body as she did so. She stepped back again and
looked into Judith's eyes, a look of pure lust that the girl could not
mistake.

"There!"

Jo reached up and fussily adjusted Judith's breasts so they fitted snugly
in the cups of the bra. Again her fingers brushed fleetingly over the
girl's protruding nipples, sending thrills through the young girl's body.
Then, holding the girl's hands in her own she stepped back and looked
admiringly at her bosom, held and shaped and lifted sexily by the new bra.
No unsightly bulges now: it really showed off Judith's tits to perfection.

"Wow! Samantha Fox eat your heart out! Judith, you look sensational! I knew
these lovely boobs of yours needed a C. Hmm! I can't resist giving them
another squeeze."

This time she made no pretence of her intentions, but caressed them
lovingly, kneading the soft warm flesh with her eager fingers. The material
of the bra was so fine and transparent that the girl might just as well
have been naked. Judith stood unresisting, not knowing whether to respond
or take flight.

"You must think I'm awful, fondling your titties like this. Just imagine I
am a man who fancies you."

"I would never let a man touch me!" she said with a vehemence that
surprised Jo.

"OK, lovey," she said gently. "Then just imagine I am a woman who fancies
you!"

She leant forward and kissed Judith on the mouth, but this time
lingeringly. Judith could hardly breathe, she was so overwhelmed with
strange sensations, sexual sensations, exciting thrills coursing through
her body as she felt this woman's lips on hers and felt her breasts pressed
against the woman's breasts and smelled the lovely aroma of aroused cunt.
Was it Jo's or was it her own cunt that was giving off such a delicious
smell? She closed her eyes and pressed herself against Jo. It was the first
time that she had ever been kissed like this, and she loved it. She wanted
the moment to last forever. She was vaguely aware of Jo's hands caressing
her hair and stroking her face, and she was acutely aware of her cunt
pressed against Jo's and of the steamy heat they were generating, even
through the material of their skirts.

"Back to work!" Jo said, abruptly breaking off their torrid embrace. Judith
was devastated.  She suddenly felt dirty. What had she done wrong? Tears
started to well up in her eyes, exactly the reaction that Jo had wanted to
provoke.

"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to upset you. But there is a time and a
place for everything. I tell you what, why don't we finish early and go out
somewhere together. Go for a meal or take in a movie. What do you say?"

That same evening, the two females found themselves sitting in a dark
corner of the local cinema. All round them were courting couples, more
interested in each other's bodies than in the film. Judith sat stiff with
anticipation, waiting and hoping and dreading all at the same time for Jo
to make a move on her. Her clitty was tingling more than ever, and her
nipples stuck out so far, they were actually painful. Her whole body was
one aching longing for something she knew was wrong, perverted, dirty, but
she wanted it, whatever it was, just as every night she wanted to feel the
comfort of her fingers probing her fanny even though she could not escape
the guilt and the remorse that inevitably followed her solitary
masturbation. Jo was nearly crazy with lust as she contemplated the lovely
virgin flesh which now seemed to be within her grasp. She longed to corrupt
Judith into the wonderful depravities of lesbianism just as she had been
seduced by the perverted Aisling Davy, the Irish raver with the incredibly
evil-smelling pussy. She knew that her itchy fingers were mere inches away
from Judith's cunt, and that the girl would go wild with delight when she
felt her fanny being invaded by the fingers of another woman. But, for the
moment, she hesitated to strike, anxious not to frighten off her prey
before she had even started. Still, the fact that Judith was here, now,
sitting next to her, all demure in her pretty pink dress, was a sign that
the girl was happy to be with another woman, even in so innocent a pastime
as going to the movies together. Jo reached across and took Judith's hand
in hers. Judith did not object. When Jo squeezed her hand affectionately,
she returned the squeeze without hesitation. Holding hands in the intimate
darkness of the cinema was just what Judith wanted. It was loving, bold,
but safe, still ambiguous, interpretable as nothing more than the affection
of one woman for another. If only her cunt would not twitch so! Then she
could persuade herself that there was nothing unusual in sitting in the
dark holding hands with another woman. But her cunt was on fire, a burning,
trembling sensation that could not be denied. Judith was already close to
orgasm, just because she and this strange woman next to her had squeezed
hands! That and her recollection of Jo's naughty fingers stroking her
nipples, Jo's loving hands holding up her breasts, and the sight of Jo's
lovely fleshy fanny etched clearly through the flimsy material of her
juice-soaked panties that time when she had bent down and exposed herself
so brazenly to her young colleague's gaze. Jo leant across then and kissed
Judith quickly on the mouth.

"Are you enjoying it?"

Judith did not know how to reply to the question. Enjoying what? The film?
Holding hands and kissing in the dark? Being with another woman like two
lovers? Or did she mean Are you enjoying the throbbing sensation in your
fanny and the butterflies in your stomach?

"Ye-yes. I mean, it's lovely being here. With you." The last two words,
uttered in a tiny whispered voice, lingered in the air. Judith held her
breath, amazed at her own boldness in admitting how much she loved being
with this strange woman, who was part boss and part lover.

Jo leant across and kissed her again, but this time slowly, lingeringly,
parting her lips and exploring Judith's mouth with the tip of her
tongue. Couples around them saw what was going on, but did not seem to
care. As it happened, there were quite a few female couples around them,
anyway, some of whom were clearly enjoying each other in a frankly sexual
way. Even the females who were with male partners were looking on enviously
at their liberated sisters, wishing that they had the courage to come out
and declare their preference for their own sex.

Jo put her arm round Judith and the girl gratefully rested her head on her
woman-lover's shoulder, happy beyond measure that someone so wonderful as
Jo should find her attractive. With her free hand, Jo began to fondle
Judith's plump young breasts, feeling their warmth and their firm roundness
through the blouse and the bra she was wearing.  Judith knew that her
nipples were standing out quite obscenely, but she didn't care: she wanted
Jo to know how aroused she was, how much she loved being loved by her. She
felt Jo's fingers flicking insistently back and forth over her aching
nipples and to her amazement felt her orgasm building up in her clitoris
like a huge wave about to crash on the shore. She clamped her hand over
Jo's, pressing it hard against her bosom as the huge wave of her orgasm
swept through her body.  Jo knew exactly what was happening.

"Darling, I am so happy for you," she whispered. "I am so glad that I am
the one to make you feel this way."

"I-I'm sorry," Judith stuttered. her usual feelings of guilt and shame
overwhelming her.

"Don't be silly! You should be proud, not sorry!" Jo whispered urgently
into her ear. "Let's go. Let's go back to my place where we can be
together, really together."

Judith allowed herself to be led out of the cinema, her body on fire and
her mind in turmoil. Only the reassuring feel of her hand clasped tightly
in Jo's enabled her to make what was to be the most fateful journey of her
life, a short taxi ride back to Jo's house and to another world that she
could not have imagined even in her most erotic dreams. Judith was at the
start of a voyage of discovery that would change her life forever. She,
lucky girl, was about to be initiated into a secret world of all-female sex
where nothing matters but to give and to get pleasure from the caresses of
one of your own sex. Who knows better what will please a woman than another
woman? The other women couples in the cinema looked on smiling at the happy
couple leaving together, hand in hand. The women who were with a man, or
alone, looked on enviously, wishing they could find happiness with a
beautiful and caring woman.

Jo and Judith held hands tightly all the way home, Jo in eager anticipation
of enjoying Judith's fine young body, and Judith in apprehension that she
might not be good enough for the wonderful woman whose warm curvaceous body
was already making her dizzy with desire. The taxi driver looked in his
mirror at the two women and felt his prick hardening as he realised what
kind of women they were. He wanted more than anything to let them know how
much he approved of their preference for their own sex. He loved lesbians.
His prick stiffened into an iron rod erection at the very thought of how
they would make beautiful clean love to each other, the purest kind of
love, two sweet warm soft pneumatic female bodies locked in passionate and
loving embrace. If only they knew how happy he was for them, for the fact
that they had discovered their true sexual nature and how to give it
expression. Without even touching himself, his prick juddered into spasm
and he ejaculated into his pants. When they got out of the taxi, Jo offered
her money but he refused to take it.

"Have this one on me. I just want you to know how happy I am for you
both. You are so lucky to have found each other. Be good to each other."

And with these words he drove off into the night before Jo could utter a
word. She stared after the taxi as it disappeared into the dark night. She
had once or twice come across men who were totally sympathetic to
lesbians. She had no idea why they felt that way, but wondered what it
would be like to get to know such a man. In the meantime, she had the
delectable Judith to care for. a handful of pure joy, of that she was
sure. Tonight was going to be a ride on the rollercoaster for both of
them. Her cunt quivering in anticipation of the lovemaking to come, Jo
unlocked the door and ushered her young friend into the most extraordinary
flat that Judith had ever seen in her life.

"Welcome to the Temple of Sappho, darling. This is a place where women can
be what they really want to be, lovers of women. Let me take your coat."

Judith was still staring so open-mouthed at the huge picture of a cunt that
hung over the fireplace that she did not even notice when Jo removed her
coat. It was like an altar piece, a religious icon, something to be
worshipped, the embodiment of womanliness, a stylised but luscious
full-lipped pouting cunt surmounted with lovely wisps of pure gold pubic
hair and, nestling at the apex, a prominent clitoris in the form of a penis
just emerging from the hood of flesh that sheltered it. It was a truly
beautiful representation of a cunt, painted, she guessed, by someone who
worshipped cunt. She thought of the words to describe the mysterious crease
between her thighs: vulva, vagina, pussy, fanny. twat, cunny, cunt, snatch,
quim, slit - how did she come to know all these words anyway?

"It's called Yoni," Jo said, following Judith's gaze. "The symbol of our
womanhood, the essence of our femaleness, the embodiment of everything we
women find desirable and fulfilling in ourselves and in each other."

"Yoni?"

"Yes. It is a Hindu word. Much prettier than *cunt*, don't you think?"

The word cunt hung in the air like an incantation. Judith had only ever
heard the word used as a term of abuse, and here was this strange woman
using it like a benediction, a word to describe something holy, something
sacred, something beautiful, something to be worshipped. For the first time
in her life, Judith felt pride in her possession of a cunt. No guilt, no
shame, but a feeling of great happiness that the warm place between her
legs with its slithery lips and intricate creases was something which could
give pleasure not only to herself, but, more excitingly, to this mysterious
and sexy woman to whom she found herself fatally attracted. A gentle
throbbing in her groin told her that she was ready for whatever crazy
lovemaking was in store at the hands of the gorgeously horny Jo Hayes. She
looked again at the symbolic cunt and realised for the first time what a
beautiful object a cunt is. She had a sudden urge to masturbate but did not
dare to in the presence of another person, even someone as tolerant and
easygoing as Jo. Instead,she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and
squeezed her thighs tightly together to cause a delicious pressure on her
clitty. She was randy and she knew it. So did Jo. That discreet crossing of
the thighs was one of her favourite tricks, too, a way of masturbating in
public without anyone noticing, well, anyone except other women, of course,
because all women seemed to learn the trick instinctively, which was why
you can find women in any public place, sitting with their legs crossed,
swinging the upper leg back and forth. Check the glazed faraway look in
their eyes as they bring themselves off, a delicioius tingling as their
clitoris goes into spasm, just a nice little wank until they can get back
home and do the job properly! Jo smiled at Judith, a knowing smile which
told the girl that her little masturbatory jaunt had been noted with
approval. She went pink and uncrossed her legs.

"Don't stop, sweetheart. I do it all the time. We all do. That's what's so
nice about being a woman. It's really good, isn't it? Sort of tingly where
it matters. But don't be so stiff. Swing your leg back and forth."

Judith did as Jo suggested, obedient and submissive as ever.

"There! That's better. I find it's better if I swing my leg at the same
time as squeezing. Really gets to your clitty, doesn't it? Mmm! Makes me
want to wank as well. You really are a sexy girl, Judith. I am so glad you
like masturbating as much as I do. We ought to compare notes on our
techniques.  After all, I shall need something to keep me satisfied when
you are not around, darling. Have you tried it with an electric toothbrush?
It drives me crazy!"

Judith was flabbergasted. She had never dared to speak about such matters
to anyone, and here was this woman chatting about masturbation techniques
in a matter-of-fact way. She might have been talking about the best way to
fix eye makeup for all the importance she was giving it. Judith wondered if
she would ever be as uninhibited about sex, as liberated as this
sophisticated and worldy-wise lesbian. Judith knew she had a lot to learn
from her mentor. She smiled at Jo and swung her leg. Mmm! When you did that
and tensed your vaginal muscles, the effect was really nice.

"Nice? I've got a little present for you, darling, something that will make
it even nicer for you."

She went to a drawer and took out a small red box. From it she took what
looked like two small plastic balls joined by a short length of string. She
handed them to Judith. The girl noticed immediately that they seemed to
have some sort of a weight inside them which made them mover jerkily when
she rolled them in the palm of her hand.

"Love balls, darling. You put them in your pussy and whenever you make the
slightest movement, pow! It's like fingering yourself only gentler, a more
subtle form of stimulation. At first you'll think that there's not much
happening, but the cumulative effect of having the inside of your pussy
massaged is something else! If you overdo it, I will probably have to
scrape you off the ceiling! Why don't you put try them now? Would you like
me to put them in for you, sweetheart?"

To Judith, who had never revealed her private parts to anyone, who could
not imagine allowing anyone to touch her there, it seemed the most natural
thing in the world now to sit back calmly and open her legs wide for Jo. Jo
knelt between her parted thighs, slid her hand up Judith's skirt, pulled
her panties to one side, inserted her finger into the girl's vagina to
ensure that it was nice and wet, and then slipped the loveballs inside her
until only the end of the string could be seen peeping out between her
puffy cuntlips. Judith was dizzy with the sensations that Jo's gentle
insertion of her fingers into her pussy had provoked in the pit of her
stomach.

"What a beautiful girl you are, Judith. You have such a sweet pussy. I
could eat you up!"

Judith was radiantly happy, and proud that she had been really cool and
sophisticated about letting Jo touch her most intimate parts. And she was
even hornier, her cunny was quivering uncontrollably in response to her
lover's wonderful probing fingers

"You just sit back and enjoy yourself, lovey. I'll be back in a sec."

At that moment, the door opened and a man walked in. It was Jo's husband.
He stared at the attractive young girl on the sofa for a moment and then
shrugged his shoulders. He knew his wife's sexual preferences, and
encouraged them. He loved the fact that she was a lesbian, rejecting him in
favour of various little tarts she managed to get into her clutches. He was
really very proud of his wife's lesbianism, and got a hard-on just thinking
about what she and these girls she brought home did to each other.
Sometimes, if he was very lucky, she would let him watch her making love to
another woman. He had to stand in the cold outside, looking in through the
window while the two females were cosy and warm inside.

Jo encouraged him to toss himself off while he watched her with one of her
girlfriends, because it made her really excited to humiliate him in that
way. She was enjoying the warm loving caresses of her lover while all he
could do was to stand outside in the cold, shivering and miserable, and
relieve himself by a solitary act of masturbation. It was what all men
deserved, she thought, and loved the triumphant feeling of domination when
she could reduce a man in this way to a grovelling pathetic wanker.

Sorry, dear, I did not know you had company.

Oh, John. This is Judith. Isn't she pretty? Judith, this is my husband,
John.

She saw the look of dismay on Judith's face.

Oh, don't worry, Judith love, John won't get in our way, will you, John? In
fact, John likes being married to a lesbian, don't you, John? It gets him
all excited to have a lesbian wife, doesn't it, dear?

Judith still looked extremely uncomfortable, and Jo's brazen description of
herself, and by implication, Judith, as lesbian made her even more
embarrassed.

Tell him to fuck off if you don't want him here! John is very obedient,
aren't you, John? John is a good little boy who does what he is told. Go
on, Judith, tell him to fuck off!

John looked at the girl submissively.

You ought to do what she says, Judith.

Who gave you permission to speak to my Judith! Shut your mouth, you
pathetic little wanker, or I won't let you .. you know what .. again.

He looked at the floor and remained silent. Judith looked at him and then
at his dominant wife. Could this devil be the same woman who spoke to her
so tenderly and held her hand and kissed her sweetly and was like the
gentlest lover on earth, all warmth and soft curves and caressing hands?

Never mind, sweetie, she said, realising she had gone too far too
soon. John, run along, there's a good boy. We don't want to be disturbed,
so why don't you go out and leave us in peace?

He knew the coded message behind the words "go out": it meant that she was
allowing him to take up his station outside the window so that he could
watch her and her luscious new girlfriend making love. He felt a delicious
throbbbing in his prick. He nodded his head solemnly.

Yes, dear. I promise you will not be bothered again. Bye, Judith. Nice to
meet you. You are a very lucky girl to have a friend like Josephine. Bye,
dear. Have a wonderful evening. You deserve it.

Judith was astonished. How could he not mind that his wife was having an
affair with another woman? How could he accept that she was rejecting him
for her? And what about Jo? Why did she prefer sex with women rather than
with a man? She must have enjoyed sex with her husband once. The big
difference, surely, was that a man would penetrate her with his penis. Did
this mean that she did not like to be penetrated, to have a man's penis
inside her? And, in any case, what was it like to be penetrated? Judith's
only experience was the sensation of her own fingers probing the slippery
cavern of her vulva, a sensation she loved, but she always knew that she
could never allow a man to put his thing inside her. That was why she was
so happy to be with Jo, even though she knew in her heart that what she was
doing was wrong, drity perverted, forbidden.

Forget about John, Jo said after he had gone. She came and sat next to
Judith on the sofa and took her hand in her own, giving it the sort of
gentle squeeze that made Judith feel good.

John and I stopped having, you know, we share the same house, but that is
all. He likes to be around me and do things for me, so I let him stay, but
he means nothing to me. More like a pet, or a domestic, if you know what I
mean. Useful to have around the house, but no use when it comes to ...

She held her little finger up, crooked and drooping. Judith understood
immediately what the gesture meant. She giggled.

That's more like it! That's my lovely Judith. Who needs men and their weedy
little dicks? Let's not talk any more about such a disgusting
subject. Let's just concentrate on enjoying ourselves, just the two of us.

She dropped her hand to the girl's thigh and began a gentle stroking
movement along the inside of the thigh as she talked. Judith was acutely
aware of the caressing hand and the way it seemed to creep higher and
higher with each stroke as it relentlessly moved closer to its
destination. Despite herself, Judith parted her legs slightly so as not to
impede the progress of that wonderful terrible caressing hand. Her clitoris
tingled in anticipation as the woman's wicked fingers got closer and closer
and closer..... It was so tantalising! So near and yet so far! Judith held
her breath as she thought of the enormity of having another woman's fingers
on her pussy.

It had been different when Jo had inserted the loveballs into her
pussy. More clinical, like a doctor. This invasion was explicit. Jo was
about to fondle her cunny and there would be no ambiguity this time. She
was about to start making love to a lesbian.  She wanted to fight it, to
stop this terrible invasion, but she also desperately wanted Jo's fingers
to bring relief to her aching clitoris and to her throbbing cunt. Jo talked
softly and without pausing, scarcely aware of what she was saying. It
really did not matter what she said as long as her tone was soothing,
reassuring, calming her virginal girlfriend and lulling her into a state
where she would be ripe for the lesbian orgy which was to follow.

Outside the window, in the cold, Jo's husband shivered as he watched her
caressing the pretty young girl. He could see everything, the hand
disappearing under the skirt, the young girl's breasts heaving as she
started to breathe more rapidly, the first lingering kiss, the hands on the
breasts, the deft way Jo undressed the girl, skilfully unbuttoning her
blouse and slipping it off, the clever way she managed to strip off to her
bra and panties herself without alarming the girl, the passionate embrace,
the cuddling, then the removal of the girl's bra - critical moment this,
the point of no return - and the slow inexorable progress of Jo's mouth as
she showered kisses on the young girl's flesh, her face, her neck and down
on to her breasts. He watched with mounting excitement as Jo flicked the
girl's protruding nipples with the tip of her tongue before clamping her
lips over them and sucking on them. The girl reacted as if she had received
an electic shock. Her whole body was trembling with excitement, her face
was red and puffy and her lips parted as she gasped for breath.
Instinctively she lay back, opened her legs wide and pulled Jo on to
her. Jo came up and kissed her again tenderly at first and then with
increasing passion.

"Would it be all right if I took off my bra too?"

Fancy Jo asking my permission! Judith felt very proud.

"May I do it for you?"

They began to undress each other lovingly, letting their caressing hands
stray over every part, their probing fingers explore each crevice. Soon the
woman and the girl were both down to their panties, naked except for that
one part which was responding most fiercely to their lovemaking. Their
fannies they kept covered - for the moment. It was an unspoken decision to
leave their panties on. Jo had decided not to take Judith's knickers off
because she thought the girl might feel embarrassed, this first time, to be
totally naked. Anyway, she wanted to tantalise the poor wimp standing
outside in the cold, to stop the striptease just at the point where he
would be working up to a climax. Judith, for her part, could not bring
herself to remove the woman's knickers: she had already dared to go much
further than she would have imagined possible in her wildest dreams. but
her nerve failed her as she thought about those huge puffy cuntlips and
that intriguing crease between. And by the awesome heat and wetness being
generated by the woman's might cunt. matter of time when her cunt and Jo's
cunt would be uncovered and the ultimate stage Judith looked up again at
the yonic symbol over the fireplace. She knew that it was only a start of
their wonderful journey into lesbianism would reach its climax. As she
manoeuvred to get Jo's clothes off, she could feel the loveballs
click-clicking inside her fanny. It was the most unbelievable sensation, as
if someone was permanently frigging her with their fingers. Her legs felt
weak with the sheer power of the pleasure she was experiencing now.
Everything was coming together and threatening to overwhelm her senses
completely: the closeness of the woman's body, the heady aromas that
emanated from her body, the tingling she could still feel in her nipples
were the woman had sucked them so lovingly, and, permeating the whole crazy
happening, the dominant atmosphere of forbidden sex, symbolised by the
brooding presence of the yonic Cunt looking down on their lesbian
lovemaking.

"Happy, darling?"

Judith looked into her lover's eyes and then nodded. How she loved this
strange powerful woman!

"May I?"

Jo took Judith's hand and guided it between her legs.

"I'd love it if you would caress me there, Judith."

Now, for the first time, Judith had the initiative. She would decide the
pace, she would decide how far they would go. The ball was in her court
now, and Jo figuratively held her breath to see if the girl was
sufficiently sexually aroused to overcome her last few inhibitions. Judith,
for her part, was a bundle of conflicting emotions. She was proud that this
wonderful woman would want *her*, Judith's, hand to be the one to caress
that awesome pussy, but scared, scared because she wanted so desperately to
please her lesbian lover. What if she were clumsy, did the wrong things,
poked her fingers carelessly in woman's groin, hurt her instead of
pleasuring her.

"I'm sure I won't be very good at it, Jo."

"I am sure you will be wonderful. Just do to me what you do to yourself. Do
the things that give you pleasure. Use those clever little fingers of yours
on me, darling. Please!"

Jo helpfully pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and lay back
expectantly, closing her eyes in dreamy anticipation of the delights to
come when the girl's fingers finally found their target.

Judith felt more confident now that Jo was no longer looking at her. She
held her breath as she contemplated the woman's beautiful cunt, now no more
than an inch away from her fingertips. It glistened with the woman's
excitement. The aroma of the woman's cunt filled her nostrils; it was like
the incense in church, seductive and trance-inducing. She bent over Jo's
supine figure and began to make tentative movements with her fingers along
the outer walls of her cuntlips. They were swollen, a wonderful engorgement
stimulated by the woman's excitement. The girl's touch was quick and light,
like the fluttering of a moth round a flame. Although she did not know it,
Judith was driving Jo crazy with her tantalising, teasing caresses. Jo
writhed and gyrated her pelvis, desperate for more.

"Please! Please, Judith! Oh God, you're beautiful! Don't stop! Please! Oh I
love the way you use your fingers on me!"

Judith was almost put off by the woman's reaction, by the way she was
thrashing about as if she were spinning out of control. Surely my silly
little fingers can't be causing such a reaction? After all I am just an
inexperienced girl and she is a sophisticated woman of the world. She must
have had much better lovers than me! What Judith was too young to realise
was that it was precisely because she was so inexperienced, so virginal,
that Jo was getting worked up. Jo was getting her buzz from seducing a
young girl into lesbianism. The very fact that Judith was now bold enough
to be touching her formidable cunt, however clumsily, would be enough to
bring Jo off.

Jo put her hand over Judith's caressing hand and pressed it into her
fanny. The girl's middle finger lay in that awesome gash between the
woman's puffy labia. It was like a valley with walls made of silk.
Instinctively Judith hooked her middle finger to allow the tip to begin to
penetrate the mysterious recesses of the hot wet cavern that lay beyond.

"Aahhhhh!!!"

It was a sigh of pure joy, telling Judith that this was the moment the
woman -- her woman -- had been waiting for. Encouraged she probed deeper
with her middle finger, feeling the ridges of the cavernous cunt and
rubbing them vigorously. She marvelled at the copious flow of cuntjuices
which her stimulation of Jo's cunt provoked. The size and the wonderful
wetness of Jo's vulva made it easy for Judith to insert a second and then a
third finger. She was frigging Jo's cunt wildly now, as if she were trying
to claw the juices out of it. The woman was in a frenzy, thrashing wildly
as she felt her climax building up. Without even realising it, Judith so on
added her little finger to their three companions. She sank her hand into
the gaping fanny as far as it would go, allowing her thumb to press against
Jo's clitoris, which made her even wilder. Jo reached down and used her own
fingers on her clitoris in harmony with the rhythmic thrustings of Judith's
hand deep into her cunt. She reached a long juddering climax that took her
breath away. She slumped back and let out another long sigh. Judith, her
hand wedged in the woman's cunt, was not sure what to do. She could hardly
believe that she had made Jo come so quickly.

She began to remove her hand but Jo restrained her.

"Darling, please don't stop now!"

"S-sorry. Josephine. I thought you had come."

Darling, that it not the end. That is the beginning! We are just getting
warmed up. You poor thing, do you mean to say that you stop after the first
thrill? Come here! Let me kiss you! We are going to have the time of our
lives tonight. A night to remember, sweetie."

Jo took Judith by the wrist and gently allowed her to withdraw her hand. It
was completely wet with Jo's juices. Jo let out a huge sigh as she felt
that comforting had withdrawn from her fanny.

"My goodness, for a beginner, you certainly know how to find the sensitive
spots! Talking of which, how are you getting on with your loveballs? May I
see?"

For the second time that evening, Jo spread the girl's legs wide apart and
knelt down between them. She desperately wanted to suck Judith's cunt
through her knickers, but she was not sure how the girl would react.
Instead, she showered her thighs with kisses, gradually working closer and
closer to the girl's fanny until the poor creature was trembling all over.
Her cunt was on fire now, and she leant back, her eyes closed, willing and
happy to submit to whatever Jo did to her. Jo gently eased the girl's
knickers off and then spent a long time looking at her tight little pussy.

"You really do have the sweetest little pussy I have ever seen, Judith, my
love! It is so neat. I could just eat it all up!"

She smiled up at Judith, then lowered her head between the girl's legs and
began to plant wet kisses all over the warm flesh of her firm white
thighs. This time she did not hold back, but inch by inch worked her way up
to her destination. As she got closer to the girl's cunt, she could smell
it, a fatally attractive odour redolent of sexual excitement and sweat and
just a hint of something earthier. She paused, drinking in the sight and
smell of Judith's pussy, and then started to blow gently on it as if she
were trying to blow out a candle. Judith could hardly bear the suspense,
knowing that the woman's mouth was now all but kissing her fanny. She
pushed forward with her pelvis to make the final contact between her
throbbing fanny and the woman's warm wet lips.

"Patience, darling! We don't want to rush something as beautiful as this.
You are so attractive, my love, I want to savour you, a little at a time."

Judith slumped back in the manner of one who has done something clumsy and
stupid. Jo, sensing this, immediately came up to kiss the girl on the mouth
and to cuddle her lovingly.

"Sorry, I didn't want to tease you. Honestly. I really mean it. You are so
wonderful that I want everything to be perfect for you."

She knelt down between the girl's thighs and this time planted her mouth
firmly over the girl's pussy. It tasted good. Sweet and sour. Perfect. She
slid her tongue between the girl's slithery labia and insinuated it
skilfully into her vagina. With the tip of her tongue she probed deep and
found the loveballs nestling inside the girl's cunt. By now her lips were
squashed against Judith's cuntlips, a perfect kiss, and one that only a
women can truly appreciate. Jo's husband had gone down on her a few times,
and she had tolerated it: it was not as good as the real thing - a woman's
mouth on your cunny - but at least it was better than having his thing
stuffed up you, making you feel like a sewer into which he wanted to pump
the filth from his body.

But here, now, with Judith, Jo had no thought but to concentrate on
pleasing her young female companion. She licked and probed with increasing
vigour, urged on by the girl's moans and little cries, and by the regular
gyration of her pelvis as she sought to move in rhythm to the thrusting
movements of Jo's tongue up her cunt.


[to be continued. Comments to janek92006@yahoo.com, or visit my blog
http://lesbiches.blog.co.uk/]