Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 04:24:51 EST
From: Dianic007 <Dianic007@aol.com>
Subject: Tawny's and Rita's Orgy

TAWNY'S AND RITA'S ORGY

by

Roberta Angela Dee
Dianic007@aol.com


        There was no doubt that Tawny was an attractive woman -- 
five feet, five inches tall and weighing 125 pounds packed into a 
36-26-36 frame.  Her dark eyes, dark hair and ample breasts 
were her most feminine assets.  

        Rita, however, was the more attractive female.  Rita, at five 
feet, eight inches also weighed 125 pounds.  However, her 36-
22-36 frame helped accentuate her breasts and hips in a manner 
that all men noticed regardless of their sexual preference.  The 
dark hair and eyes, her full lips, high cheek bones, and long legs 
could easily have qualified her for a place among Playboy 
magazines most outstanding centerfolds.

        Tawny was the most assertive of the two women.  She 
introduced Rita to a bisexual lifestyle during their first year in high 
school.  She began by playfully teasing Rita by rubbing a bar of 
soap against her pubic hair.  By the end of the week, Tawny had 
managed to position the bar of soap so it would rub against Rita's 
clitoris.  The day after she noticed a positive response from Rita, 
Tawny replaced the bar of soap with her finger tips.  

        Rita received Tawny's more aggressive advances quite 
willingly.  A torrid scene followed that -- had it been filmed -- 
would make anything movie scene with Sharon Stone seem 
juvenile -- and Ms. Stone was certainly no wimp when it came to 
providing a movie audience with a torrid love scene.

        Both Rita and Tawny dated boys during their high school 
and college years.  However, they saved their most impassioned 
love-making for each other.  After they graduated from college, 
they rented an apartment and later shared joint ownership in an 
impressive condominium off Long Island's southern shore.  

        As Rita grew to become more comfortable with her 
bisexuality, she experimented with other women.  However, she 
always returned to Tawny, specifically because Tawny's oral 
skills were second to no one.

        Rita will never forget the Summer she emerged from the 
shower on an especially hot and humid day.  She waltzed into the 
living room and suggestively moved about to arouse Tawny who 
had been watching television.

        The room was warm as Tawny had turned off the air 
conditioner and opened the glass sliding door that led to the 
balcony.  The warm humid air from the Atlantic Ocean rushed into 
their Long Island home, keeping Rita wet -- in more ways than 
one -- as she sashayed in front of the coach.

        Tawny picked up the remote and turned off the television.  
She had been watched the tacky antics on the Jerry Springer 
Show, but the show was no match for Rita's sensual erotic 
dance.

        As Rita had suspected, no more than two minutes passed 
before Tawny leaped from the coach.  She grabbed Rita and 
tossed her onto the white leather.  Rita managed to throw one leg 
up on the sofa back while the other leg led to the floor, leaving 
her pussy in full view.  Tawny moistened her lips and immediately 
dived for Rita's wet pussy.

        "Girl, I love the taste of your pussy," she commented, then 
proceeded to lick furiously between Rita's legs.  Rita responded 
immediately, moaning and sigh as Tawny's skillful tongue 
delivered its pleasures.

        "Eat me, girl!  Eat me good," Rita cried out.  "Eat my pussy 
and make me cum!"

        More than an hour had passed.  Tawny alternated between 
licking her pussy and her ass hole.  She soon lost count of how 
many times Rita had climaxed.  After an hour, the assumed a 69 
position and continued for at least another 30 minutes.  Barely 
able to walk, they made their way to their bedroom, rested for 2 
hours, and then resumed their love-making well into the evening.

        It was no wonder that at this point in their lives, they began 
limiting their sexual activities to each other.  There wasn't a man 
either had ever met able to pleasure them to the degree they 
were able to pleasure each other.  It was more than a woman 
knowing what pleases a woman.  It was the result of a friendship 
that grew and developed since childhood.

        On Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Tawny became "Mistress 
Tawny."  She turned her domineering personality into a business.  
The extra bedroom served as a modestly equipped dungeon for 
male submissives.  On a few occasions, Rita assisted her more 
aggressive lover.  However, most often she used the time to 
engage in her hobby as a serious amateur photographer.

        Rita did not object to Tawny's hobby so long as it remained 
non-sexual.  This was never a problem.  Tawny enjoyed training 
her submissives, but she never had any desire to have sex with them.

        Overall, their relationship was very health and they were 
both very happy.  However, I suspect that some part of their 
relationship had grown stale and both had harbored a secret
desire to engage in something different.  

        I had known of Mistress Tawny through her advertisements 
in a number of swinger and S&M publications.  I did not know she 
was bisexual, nor did I know anything of her lover -- Rita.

        Like Rita and Tawny, I too lived on Long Island.  Tawny had
contacted me through one of the publications for which I had 
modeled.  We began corresponding and eventually arranged a 
meeting at their home.

        Rita and I hit it off very well.  She was impressed that I had 
been born a male and had successfully lived and worked as a 
woman for several years.  It took a while but one by one, I 
addressed all of the myths she had developed about 
transgendered women.

        She was surprised to discover that female hormones did far 
more than cause breast development.  I explained that although I 
did not have a period each month, I experienced several of the 
related symptoms common to biological women.  These 
symptoms included depression, mood swings, irritability, water 
retention and breast tenderness.  

        Rita was also surprised to learn that by making a conscious 
decision to take female hormones, I had also made a conscious 
decision to become impotent and sterile.  I could no longer 
ejaculate, nor achieve an erection.  My male part was no longer 
my organ of sexual arousal.  My anus in a very real sense
became my pussy.

        They both wanted to engage in a threesome.  I also wanted 
to embrace the two very attractive women.  However, I was living 
with a man at the time and wanted his approval before making a 
commitment to join with Rita and Tawny.

        David, my lover, said it would be a great idea but wanted to 
participate as well.  I approached Rita and Tawny with the idea of 
a foursome.  They hesitated at first.  Later, they said if they found 
David to their liking, then a foursome would be the way to go.

       The following weekend, we met at a local restaurant for 
dinner.  As I suspected, David charmed them both almost 
immediately.  He was an impressive figure in a suit.  One could 
easily detect he was a body builder even while he was totally 
clothed.

        I jokingly referred to our intended encounter as the Oreo orgy,
primarily because Rita and Tawny were white while David 
and I  were both African American.  The romantic atmosphere 
provided by the restaurant facilitated this kind of relaxed 
conversation, as well as an eager anticipation of our intended 
sexual encounter.  We left for Rita's and Tawny's condominium 
right after dinner.

        We started undressing as soon as we reached the living 
room.  Both Rita and Tawny were astonished by David's athletic 
physique -- the broad shoulders, narrow waist, tight buttocks, 
chiseled chest and thick calves.  The `coup de grace' occurred 
when I lowered his silk boxers revealing all 5-inches of his flaccid 
cock.  I fondled him until he reached 10-inches of very thick and 
powerful manhood.

        I fell to my knees and began licking and kissing his love 
shaft.  Both ladies watched as I moved to mouth his testicles.  
They realized that there was no way I was going to surrender my 
man at the onset of our encounter.  David had the kind of penis 
that women usually only find in their dreams.

         Tawny began licking Rita's pussy.  However, most of Rita's 
attention remained focused on David's huge black cock.  

        "Suck it, baby!" David cried passionately.  "Suck daddy's 
cock like a good girl!"

        Trust me, I needed no encouragement when it came to 
sucking David's cock.  I sucked furiously.  Five minutes later, he 
exploded with a tiny sea of semen.  I appreciatively swallowed 
every drop of the delicious fluid.  Then, I turned and smiled at 
Rita.  I had noticed her watching our embrace for the entire 
duration of my oral foreplay.  She, however, was still too 
astonished to respond.  I guess she thought that transgendered 
women knew less about pleasing a man than biological women.  I 
proved her to be quite mistaken.

        Rita and Tawny had moved into a 69-position and were now 
absorbed with each other.  I watched them until David regained 
his erection.

        I handed a tube of K-Y jelly to David and he began 
lubricating and fingering my love hole.  Rita paused to observe 
David as he inserted his massive cock into my tiny orifice.

        "Damn!" Rita exclaimed.  "I thought she'd only be able to do 
it doggy style."

        "I can assume any position that a biological woman can 
assume," I explained.

        David slowly inserted 6 or 7 inches of his dick, and then 
started pumping me.  He moved slowly at first, until he felt I was 
sufficiently relaxed to be more aggressively fucked.  

        "Damn!  I know women who would kill to be fucked like that," 
Rita shouted.  "I'd even kill to be fucked lie that!"

       "Your turn is coming," David announced while he continued 
his jackhammer pace.

        Twenty minutes later, David and I climaxed together.  He 
had delivered a very powerful orgasm.  My whole body seemed 
to turn to Jell-O.

        Tawny wasted no time loving towards David.  She began by 
kissing him and rubbing her hands across his massive chest.  
Rita seemed annoyed.  I wasn't sure if she was jealous, or merely 
disappointed that she had not moved more quickly.

        As soon as David started regaining his erection, Tawny 
slipped a rubber onto his enlarging cock.  She immediately got 
down to sucking him off.  

        Tawny did not appear to be a woman who had sworn off 
men as she took the big black cock into her mouth.

        She released his manhood just long enough to announce 
that African American men were her secret passion.  Apparently, 
it was quite a revelation to Rita as well.  

        "You can't blame her.  Can you?" I asked, directing my 
question to Rita.

        "No.  I can't blame her," Rita replied.  "I've just never seen 
her go down on a guy with this much enthusiasm."

        "Well, David is quite a guy," I suggested.

        I moved closer to Rita and began kissing her and fondling 
her mounds of femininity.  She responded with unanticipated 
energy.  

        "I love your breasts," she whispered. 

        I responded by moving her unto her back and parting her 
thighs so as to be able to lick her moistened twat.  Finally, she 
seemed more interested in what I was doing than in what Tawny 
was doing with my David.

        I pleasured Rita long enough and intently enough to enable 
her to reach two very intense orgasms.  She returned the favor 
by eating me as well.

        Tawny reached her own orgasm by rubbing her clit while 
sucking on David.  When she released him, David moved over to 
Rita and I.

        "Your turn, baby," he said, smiling at Rita.

         "Give it to me like you gave it to Roberta," she insisted.

        David was more than pleased to acknowledge her request.  
He fucked her furiously for a full half hour.  A very exhausted Rita 
retreated to the bedroom, barely able to walk.  

        Tawny pulled out the convertible couch, then brought 
blankets and pillows for David and I.  

        The next morning, Rita and Tawny prepared a wonderful 
breakfast.  The four of us retired to the couch in the living room to 
relax.  Well, we didn't relax for very long, but that's another story.


The End

Roberta Angela Dee

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