Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 21:47:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Awakening: Part 6

Alessandra's Awakening: Part 6

by

Alessandra Tamino
(alessandratamino@yahoo.com)


This story is a semiautobiographical depiction of my
lesbian awakening.  Not for minors or prudes.  I
thought this would be the last section, but encouraged
by feedback I will probably write one or two more.
Please read the earlier installments.  I am grateful
for any feedback.

Part 6

It must have been very early when I awoke, thirsty,
famished and bursting with the need to pee.  I
discovered that my hands had been unbound and that
Melissa was holding me on one side, her face nesting
on my shoulders, arms around my waist.  Jennifer was
on the other side, sleeping serenely, breathing deeply
and regularly, like a silent and regal goddess.  My
breasts pressed against her back as Melissa's pressed
mine.

Dawn was just beginning to break, as I could discern
from the pink light coloring the folds of the windows'
long curtains.

The memories of our tumult just a few hours before
rushed upon me, within me, like an elixir that heated
my limbs.  I very gingerly extricated myself from my
magnificent mistresses so as not to disturb them, and
headed softly for the bathroom.  The release of peeing
was immense and energizing.  I thought with some
sadness of it all having to end today....but I gazed
in the mirror, fascinated by my new self, loving what
I perceived.

"What a waste" said Melissa, startling me.

She was even more ravishing in her sleepy naked
disarray, wisps of tangled blond hair dangling over
her hazel eyes.

"I have to go too, sweetie," she said.

I moved asisde to let her pass but she grasped both my
wrists and, holding them behind my back, tongued and
bit my neck.

"Get in the tub," she whispered urgently.

The blood rushed to my face, immediately jolting my
senses into sharpness and eliminating any vestiges of
torpor.  I climbed into the tub, an elegant
free-standing old-fashioned kind, the very tub where I
had so languorously cleansed and prepared myself the
day before.

Melissa stretched her long lovely legs across to
straddle it.  Placing her hands behind her along the
sides of the tub, she lowered herself gently a few
inches.  Her pussy was taut, red and apparently
swollen, and as I wondered quizzically about my dream,
Melisssa loosed a warm spreading stream of pee on my
cunt, midriff and breasts: she was bathing me in her
affectionate, loving, possessive warmth: in essence,
claiming me, declaring her ownership.  And it all felt
so terribly beautiful and natural.  I simply can't
describe the impact and novelty of feeling.  The skin
of my throat and the surface of my torso hummed and
this sensation radiated inward to thrill me.

I lowered myself flat on my back and felt the golden
warmth on my neck and hair, so grateful, so grateful
for her love, and knowing too that I had come to love
her, this morning stranger of two days' acquaintance.

But was she really such a stranger?  True, I knew
virtually nothing about her past or 'real' life,
nothing about her practical affairs, where she worked,
how she engaged the world.... but we had shared the
most searingly intimate and forbidden pleasures.  I
knew only her present, her sensual immediacy, her
touches cruel and tender, and didn't this tell me far
more about her than any concatenation of 'facts'?

Let me confess that, in the early light of breaking
day, I realized I had simply fallen in love with her
--totally, absolutely, thoroughly, and with
magnificent completeness.

Melissa gently lifted my hands and pulled me upwards.
She placed a mischievous finger on her lips to ensure
silence, and ordered me to taste her and to clean her,
but with exquisite tenderness.

I brought my face to her pussy and inhaled its
wine-like aromatic must.  Her cunt lips were inflamed
and very sensitive so I used the utmost delicacy in
licking the golden droplets that remained on and
within her folds.

What I would under any other circumstances have
considered a foul act seemed ... so easy, so
thrilling, so natural.  I was tending my lover, I was
a balm to her soreness and lust.  She arched her head
back and breathed with deep contentment, then raised
me to my feet and guided me to the shower.

I could see several thin red raised welts or streaks
across her buttocks, legs and back, and I wondered how
much they hurt her.  I suddenly became very
frightened: my stomach dropped thinking that if
Jennifer could do this to her partner, how would I
fare on this final day?

Melissa caught my concern and smiled radiantly and
reassuringly.  She took me into her arms and said:

"Alessandra, I have so much to thank you for."

I was overcome with emotion.

"Last night I had one of the most powerful sensual
experiences of my life thanks to you.... and Jen", she
said quietly.

I stammered in reply, incoherently I'm afraid:

"Oh, Melissa, well....if you only knew....and I....
and how much....."

I melted into her arms, blushing in surrender, and we
kissed tenderly for minutes.

"You helped bring me over the edge, my dear," she
replied.

I didn't know how to respond to this, so I merely
grazed her ribs and ass with light deft fingers.

And she added: "I like having my mistress's marks upon
my body."

I then caught a glimpse of my own flesh in the mirror:
I too had been branded; Melissa's whipping had left
tracks across my back and ass and thighs and cunt, and
my deflowered asshole felt deliciously alive in its
soreness.

We showered together, sudsing each other carefully and
playfully, but with little noise.  I emerged from the
shower first and knelt before my blonde darling with a
towel, and when I had patted her dry I used unguents
to soothe her raised flesh.  She gave me a special
vial of Vitamin E and aloe oil for her pussy, and I
ministered to myself as well, cunt and anus.

We were both famished and moved silently past the
dormant Jennifer into the kitchen in our terrycloth
robes.

I was frankly starstruck watching Melissa do the
simplest things, like making coffee and toast and
eggs.  It took everything to keep my arms from
encircling her constantly.

We slaked our hunger with breakfast and carried our
coffees over to the sofa.  I gazed at Melissa like a
schoolgirl with a crush, and it took only a few
minutes for her to let me ravish her face and mouth
and neck with tender wet kisses, to press my full
singing body against hers, touching breast to breast,
mound to mound, thigh to thigh.

I knelt and gingerly lifted her right foot and brought
it to my lips, all the while locking her dreamy hazel
eyes.  I ran my tonge along the instep, up and down,
and the sole, up and down, and with the very tip of my
very wet tongue dabbed the spaces between her toes.  I
traced my tongue along the uppers of each toe singly,
then along the pads underneath.  I inhaled the scent
of her cunt's growing arousal.

"I'm your bitch, Melissa, your willing slut who loves
you and wishes to please you."

Melissa moaned softly.

"Take my other foot, my slut" she said.

Slut! Cunt! Bitch!  These words inflamed me and I felt
a curious pride in their force and sting.

"Oh my lover, you make me feel so good," she said,
"sweet Alessandra".

At her use of the word 'lover' I nearly came.  Yes, I
was indeed her cunt and bitch and slut and slave and
... lover.....And now as her lover I was even more
obliged to maximize her pleasure, so I boldly took the
initiative.

I slowly licked and kissed my way up and down her
legs, keeping a 'healthy' distance from her smooth
cunt.  I drenched the cleft between her thigh and
stomach with my mouth, smoothing my spittle in the
hollow, making Melissa take little gasps.  I brought
the flat of my tongue up her flank, around her
palpable yearning breasts to her side just beneath her
arm.  I pulled both her arms upwards and slowly lapped
her shaven armpits, which caused her to start
involuntarily with excitement, then I moved up along
the underside of her arm to her right hand.  I
caressed her palm with my tongue, then each fine
finger.  I took her forefinger into my mouth to suck
and nibble, flicking my tongue along its length and
gazing at her eyes as I did so.

Melissa emitted low guttural moans of longing, of
pining for more.  Her eyes were now closed and her
face, her beautiful face!...  I traced its outline,
kissed her eyelids and cheeks, licked beneath her
chin.  I could sense her total abandon, so I lashed
her neck with my gleaming lips and I bit into her so
that she let out an unstifled cry.

"Quiet, bitch, or you'll be in trouble" I commanded,
astonishing her with my recklessness.

I then moved my tongue down the middle of her chest,
avoiding her aching hard nipples and breasts, down to
her navel, where I lingered wetting and sucking.

Her legs began to writhe but I kept them forcefully
spread and immobile as I let my face hover above her
hairless cunt .

"Please, Alessandra, please, my love, my cunt is
aching, please do me!" she sighed.

"My mistress must learn patience," I defiantly
replied.

And with that, pining as I myself was with the desire
to consummate our lustful love, I withdrew to the
warmth of Jennifer's sleeping body in the bed.

I wanted Melissa to burn for me, I wanted to stoke her
passionate anger, I wanted her to punish me fiercely
for my wanton liberties, thus allowing me to serve her
all the more deeply.


(Please send any feedback; I'm planning to finish this
in one or two more installments and I REALLY
appreciate all the comments I've received so far!)