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Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about to endure an ever greater embarrassment.

The worst pain of all though, the thing that she was truly judging herself for was the wetness that had seeped from her labia which had caused the fabric of her thong to cling to her cunt lips like they had been glued on. No matter how much she tried to deny in her mind that she didn’t like it, her pussy could not tell a lie…

Strangely enough this had all began in Chad’s bedroom in the Delta Kappa Epsilon fraternity (?KE) house. Cindy had managed to string him along now for a year and a half. Week in and week out they would make out, inevitably he would attempt to slide his hand under her waist band of her panties only to be blocked. After the first few months of this, during their freshman year, he switched up his strategy and accused her of being a tease and threatening to seek gratification elsewhere. He knew not the mistake in judgment he had made until it was too late. She erupted in tearful, blubbering, semi-intelligible half sentences of “you don’t love me”, “I’m just a piece of meat to you” or “mom told me that there were guys like you”.

In her 19 years of life Cindy Lawson had honed the craft of crying as means of manipulating men into both and art and a science. Her mother had gone to school majoring in landing a man and her father, majoring in investment banking. They were married when they were juniors in college. A handful of years later her pregnancy with Cindy wasn’t an easy one, especially for a prissy like Cindy’s mom. After the delivery her mother had decided that instead of the five children she had wanted before she was pregnant, one would suffice. Like many upper class, stay-at-home mothers who have nothing asked of them by society, she started abusing prescription drugs. This combined with her father’s guilt about his work load not to mention his secret affairs was where the crying and pouting translated into practically blank checks and unquestioned compliance to Cindy getting what she wanted.

And so it went, Cindy cried and Chad recanted. About a year ago Cindy agreed that she would jerk him off while he played with her tits. She hated the sight of penises, she knew that she would need one to support her eventually and that it was sort of necessary in order to have children, which she guessed she might want to have, but they were just… gross, utilitarian and vulgar looking. She could never figure out how men could walk with those things hanging there, didn’t they get in the way? But being the good little girlfriend that she believed herself to be she soldiered through it and had tweaked her technique to the point that it didn’t take to long before she made the magic happen. Sometimes, she would even let him finish on her breasts. She truly felt that he had to have been completely satisfied.

So here she was finishing Chad off with the final few hard gripped strokes, as he clumsily fondled her firm B-cups. Tonight she had something to do so he finished into a dirty shirt from the laundry hamper. It took a minute to get her clothing back into place and a quick kiss later and she closed his bedroom door behind her. She went down the stairs and exhaled in relief that none of the frat brothers were hanging around, rarely did they say anything but they often gave her looks that she could do with out.

The Campus was cold but not yet freezing. She passed by all of the buildings making her way to the opposite end from the?KE house to the Fitness Center. She made her way into the locker room and changed into her workout clothes.

First she put on a size too small t-shirt that showed off there mid-rift which also allowed one to see her abs when she flexed them. The best part of the shirt though was that they held her 34B’s perfectly displaying their perkiness without the help of a sports bra and inevitably allowed her inch-long nipples, either by the cold or rubbing against the fabric during exercise, to stand out like little Hershey’s Kisses.

For her lower body, ah spandex, the ultimate judge, jury and executioner of women’s bodies and self esteem. If you have a perfect body it shows it off and if you have an ounce of fat it points it out; spandex showed Cindy off. Pulling them up was a task, she had intentionally bought them one size too small so that they would really highlight her butt. It was blue ribbon winner as far as backsides go, nice and round without looking fat, wide enough to be noticed with out queering her petite and compact body type. One of the black girls in her sorority had once told her that she had a little white J-lo booty.

She stood admiring herself in the full length mirror. Both sides of her family had come from the North European area Germany, Denmark, Holland, Belgium and the entire compliment of Scandinavian countries. She had long, soft, blonde hair that she often, including this night, braided in the front to the sides of her face in front of her ears and let the rest of it hang straight. She had big blue eyes that came to a slight Scandinavian point at the sides. She had thick pouting lips that were just full enough to make her that much more attractive and aided most of the guys that knew her in imagining them wrapped tightly around their manhood with those big, blue eyes staring up into their own, without making her look like she was a Pamela Anderson, plastic surgery gone array. She was short at 5’2″ but her slightly thick and toned frame worked better for her at this height than it would if she were a few inches taller. To sum it up at 5’2″, 112 pounds with her blonde hair and blues eyes she looked, well, similarly to when one saw Secretariat they knew he had been the result of generations of controlled intentional breeding to create creature that existed for one single thing: Racing, Cindy was designed for fucking… But she never had, she loved her body the way that it was, she loved turning heads and getting compliments. She just never saw a guy, no matter how cute he was, and thought “I want him”.

As she stood there pondering this while staring into the mirror, behind her appeared Becky Fisher’s face. Through the reflection of the mirror the two made eye contact for the briefest moment. But with in that moment the Becky was able to communicate, as she did every time the two of them saw one another, the distain that Becky had for Cindy.

When the moment had passed and Becky had left the locker room Cindy pouted to herself. She, more so than most people, had a need to be liked by others. In truth she would probably be upset that someone didn’t like her even if she knew that she had crossed them in some way, but she hadn’t done anything to Becky. When they had classes together she always tried to smile at her, say hello, from time to time she even tried to make some small talk with her. Every time she spoke, waved, looked at or otherwise acknowledged Becky’s existence she was given the same look of distain.

She caught sight of the wall clock which snapped her out of it, she grabbed the sweatshirt that she always took with her to aerobics and speed walked out of the locker room. She made her way to the gym designated for aerobics at this time making it to her spot with all the equipment that she needed just before the first beat of the brisk-tempo music blasted from the speakers. The thoughts of Becky quickly left her mind as she began going through the routine

She was here to stay in tip-top shape for dance line. She didn’t need to be on the dance team, she wasn’t given a scholarship of any sort for doing so. Indeed her father has paid every penny of her education, but she liked doing it, she loved the attention, the sisterhood she felt with most of the other girls in the squad and she loved the glances that she would get from some of the women in the crowd knowing that their boyfriend standing right next to them was ravaging Cindy with his eyes. It was always unspoken but the girlfriends knew what the boyfriends were thinking about, which drove them crazy. What really drove those women crazy was that Cindy knew how they felt and loved the envy.

She had it down pretty well by now and didn’t need to keep her eyes glued on Brandi, the aerobics instructor. As she did her paced step ups on the Nike step her gaze drifted around the room. There was a wide variety women represented in this room. Some were very fit like her, most were with in the margins of average fitness and than there were a few fatties struggling to keep up with the rest if the herd… maybe not the most appropriate choice of words. A large percentage were other college girls, many were teachers or local housewives ranging from their twenties to mid fifties and one or two were probably still in high school. Mostly the group was comprised of white women, a few likely Jewish, a few black and Hispanic and an Asian girl sprinkled here and there.

Her gaze moved from girl to girl comparing each to herself. Most of the others couldn’t quite compete with Cindy, some might have had a single physical trait that was better than hers but not a one of them as a total package was comparable to her. It didn’t matter though with each girl she saw something cute, pretty or sexy about her. From some of the older women whose breasts, while sagging a little, were only enough to advertise their mass to the fatties whose curves that whatever else they might say to others, representing womanhood.

She loved the idea that her life, at least her social life was a comprised of sisterhoods. Her sorority sisters, the dance line girls, the girls she had lunch with on Tuesdays and Thursdays after her Poly-Sci class and here her aerobics sisterhood. This sisterhood spanned the widest rage of age and race which gave her a sense of continuity, the need to be attractive, to feel good about one’s body was a bridge which spanned between the races and generations in this room for one hour, three times a week.

By now the burn was starting to set in. Watching the other women in the room, all but the fittest were starting to breath excessively, starting to cheat on their technique, their eyes began to look around the room for validation from the others that they aren’t the only one feeling the strain. This was Cindy’s time to step it up a notch, to gain admiration and envy of the other women that she craved and thrived on. Her gaze went forward, her expression went nearly blank, only the slightest hint of a smirk, just enough to communicate to any of the other girls who might have questioned that she knew she was pinnacle performer of the group.

Brandi, in the front of the room, was constantly reminding the girls to “push it”, “it is almost over”, “love the burn ladies” and of course “don’t forget to breathe”. Cindy watched only Brandi’s body as she executed each aspect of the routine with flawless precision. Brandi was right about 30 years old, dark brown hair with highlights. Her hips betrayed the fact that she had had children before but they weren’t so wide that she looked like the babies would come shooting out like a waterslide at the pool. She was quite different from Cindy and quite similar at the same time. Taller and less muscular but leaner as well and had larger breasts… though not as perky as Cindy’s.

The music stopped and moans of rejoice echoed through the gym as Brandi congratulated them all on their effort before turning her head set off. The group then began to huddle around the water coolers and made small talk most of the girls were on first name basis with each other. Many made a point to compliment Cindy on how fit or pretty she was casing her to smile and thank them sheepishly then tell them how she can see the work really starting to pay off for them or some similar reply.

Brandi eventually made her way to Cindy. “Hey, you really pushed yourself tonight.” Cindy smiled her biggest smile for Brandi “Well, when I see you push yourself so hard up there for all of us, I… I feel like I can’t let you down.” They talked for another minute or so, then as has become the custom for the two women before ending the evening, they hugged. Brandi being the taller woman bent to hug Cindy and as always Cindy felt the sets of nipples press into each other. Those hugs always seemed, to Cindy, to both last a life time and pass to quickly all at the same time.

Brandi announced to the group that it was time to hit the showers and at that moment, Cindy’s endorphins must have kicked in as a splash of euphoria washed over her. She was at the back of the line headed out the door, when, in the mirrors that stretch from the floor to ceiling, and wall to wall within the room, she noticed that she was sweating more in her crotch again than she was anywhere else. This has been a reoccurring problem for her and the reason that she always brought her sweatshirt to class with her. She tied it in a knot around her waist in such a way the sleeves fell in front of her crotch covering where the sweat had dampened her spandex outlining her labia in the too-tight leggings.

As the group turned into the main hallway Cindy started thinking to herself that she should really get some weights in before she called it a night, to take advantage of the adrenalin rush. She felt an odd sense of disappointment as she split from the main group to head towards the weight room and they towards the showers. “Must be the endorphins wearing off” she thought aloud as decided to hurry to and try and capitalize on them while they were still there.

She burst through the doors of the weight room and wouldn’t you know it, there using the bench press machine was… Becky Fisher. Cindy’s eyes went wide and she stopped in her tracks when she saw Becky. Several seconds passed before Cindy sputtered out “H…ah. Hey-ah hey Becky”. Becky’s gaze moved from Cindy to a distant spot on the wall behind her. Dejectedly, Cindy went to the leg curl/extension equipment and began to work out. She kept her head down or to the sides at all times so as to avoid making eye contact with Becky and run the risk of being snubbed by her again. Eventually she closed her eyes and did her workout the whole time thinking about Becky.

Becky was volleyball player, a full ride scholarship; this was her senior year which meant she was now half way through. She was tall, taller than most men at few inches past six foot. She was also fit but in a different way than Cindy. She had thick, long, powerful legs that ended with a similarly muscular bottom. Her stomach was pretty flat with the hint of a pooch that suggested that she would naturally have a bit of a belly if not for the continuous works outs and that she probably tended to retain weight if she eat healthy or not. Her breasts were C-cups but would almost certainly be D or DD minus her workout’s effects on them. Her arms like her legs contained much more muscle mass than Cindy’s did and while they weren’t flabby, they weren’t toned like Cindy’s either. She had fairly big brown eyes and her dark brown wavy hair came to about her shoulders and looked like it would frizz and probably knot easily. Her face was pretty enough, Cindy thought, nothing remarkable to make her stand out from a crowd. If she would just take whatever it is stuck in her ass out she would probably be very pretty.

Meanwhile Becky sat in the Bench Press machine and worked spiritedly on her upper body strength. The entire time she was thinking about how much she hated Cindy. Becky was from working class parents. She could even remember when, during her earliest years, they had lived in a trailer home. Her first brush with sex was with a relative and he was 15 years her senior and she hadn’t menstruated for the first time yet. In high school she had a lot of friends that were guys, but few boyfriends, she usually went to dances with guys that didn’t have a girlfriend but didn’t want to go alone. It wasn’t that she was unattractive; it was that she was an Amazon woman.

She had lost her virginity (she didn’t count the molestation as she hadn’t done anything of her own free will) one night when one of her friends, drunk as a sailor, had failed to close the deal with his girlfriend, a cheerleader (of course) and had drunk dialed her to “talk”. When he arrived the talking lasted all of the time it took the drunken horn-dog to pull his raging hard on out of his pants. This was followed by five of the most uncomfortable, unloving and passionless minutes in the history of sex as he thrust away inside of her. After he finished he zipped up and without even a kiss, stumbled home.

The next time she saw him was two days later at school, she was almost floating when she walked up to him giggling and happy as she had ever been only to be completely deflated by the talk jumbled and awkward full of phrases like “my girlfriend”, “was just drunk”, and “Still buddies…right?” The deflation didn’t end with that, because when it got out the way these things always find a way to get out, the official story around the school was that she had seduced him. She gained a reputation with the guys as a fall back plan and with the girls as “the bitch that will sleep with guys even though she knows they have a girlfriend.” And this is what became of her sex life in high school.

She went out of state to go to college and luckily no one from her high school had gone to the same university. It was here that she had first felt the touch of another woman. Becky had always sort of known that she was somewhat attracted to women but had always found some way to justify it to herself as something else. She would say, that the reason she got excited looking at all the Cindy Lawsons of the world is due to her desire to look like them, to be the cute girl etc. but the first time that she placed her tongue into another woman she was hooked, but then, for the first time in her sexual existence, the person she had serviced, returned the favor. As a freshman she had a committed relationship with the woman that was her first lesbian encounter, she was a senior at the time. It wasn’t advertised broadly and was really only known to the volleyball girls, the softball girls and a few of the basketball girls. Not all of the girls in these sports were lesbians but many were and almost all had tried it at least once and as such the environment existed in which one could be known to be with one girl and still have it kept a secret from outsiders.

As much as she loved everything about being with women she still, if only because it is the way she was brought up to believe she should, sought sex from men. Like in high school it was drunken calls in the middle of the night from guys that didn’t land the girl they were after. College was a lot different than high school in other ways, for one thing, college guys were smarter they, told few people and only those that they trusted about the plan-B girl. This was good for two reasons, all of the girls on campus didn’t hate Becky for letting their boyfriends fuck her and two, the girls that she was with sexually didn’t hear about it either. The down side is that pornography was much more available to college guys and if anyone will do… well, whatever perverted activity that they ran across last time they were trolling the porn sites, it would be the plan-B girl. As a result Becky had had more anal sex with men over the last four years than most women who do it professionally.

Why did Becky hate Cindy, because no one has given her more business in any year-and-a-half stretch than she has. About the time that Cindy and Chad had their hand job agreement, one of the older frat guys told him about this girl named Becky who “loves to fuck, in fact this bitch will even do anal, no questions asked.” And so several nights a week for nearly 18 months Becky as gotten a call followed by a knock on the door from an all horned-up Chad. The fact that he has usually already cum once that night from a hand job usually means that Becky has to work her ass of, literally, to get him off. It is bad enough that Cindy was perfect looking, but she could have had Chad all to herself, such a cute guy that but not for the promise of dirty unspoken about sexual acts wouldn’t know Becky was even alive and she doesn’t even really want him… Fucking bitch.

By the time Cindy had finished and looked around Becky was long gone. Cindy standing up again noticed that while she was working out and thinking about Becky she had another sweat spot in her crotch. This was quite odd as really hadn’t been working hard enough to be sweating. The thought passed out of her mind as she made her way into the locker room.

In the empty locker room she removed her clothes and put them into her gym bag. While unbraiding and combing out her hair before stepping into the shower she looked at her reflection in the mirror again. She loved how she looked naked, like a piece of art work from the perky nipples, all the way down to her completely shaven pubic area where her labia completely enclosed her vagina touching each other.

She moved into on of the shower stalls and felt the warm water wash over her body… she shampooed and rinsed her hair… she spread the lather of body wash over her arms… her neck and face… and then her chest where she kneaded one and then the other of her breasts briefly while rolling each nipple in turn between her thumb and finger… Finally she made her way down and then back up each leg stopping where they met and here at her clit her hands lingered the longest working over the engorged hood, pressing it down and making little circles with the middle three fingers of her hands as the warm water cascaded over her quivering body.

Her eyes were closed tight and it was at this point that she realized that she was thinking about Miss Brandi, who she has seen naked on a number of occasions in this locker room, usually for brief moments. Her heart beat thundered in her chest as she imagined Brandi’s hands were roaming her body; that it was Brandi playing with her pussy. Part of her was consciously telling her to stop, that she likes boys not women, but her pussy won out and so Brandi stayed. The warm water became Brandi’s passionate, feverish kisses. With her free hand she took a breast and hoisted its nipple to her lips, no to Brandi’s lips and she suckled it, flicked it with her tongue and even dragged her teeth slightly against it. She felt the buildup to the orgasm just in the nick of time and was able to muffle out most of her moan by placing the pit of her elbow over her mouth.

When the orgasm had subsided Cindy’s mind was racing: “was she gay, should she talk to someone about this, should she talk to no about this, does this mean that she has to stop coming to aerobics”? She had shut the water of and was heading back to her locker as all these thoughts were flooding her mind so much that she almost missed it… in one of the distant showers, with the curtain parted just enough to see, was Becky Fisher. Her eyes were closed, her hand was working over her clit just as Cindy’s had been on her own only moments ago.

Later Cindy would not remember dropping the towel from her waist but she did notice the tingling between her legs; her pussy was ready for a second go around and it wasn’t going to be denied. She looked at Becky, with both of her hands at her vagina, one worked the clit while the other traced up and down her labia just barley breaching the touching lips of her shaved cunt. Becky’s eyes were closed tightly and Cindy could see that Becky was breathing deeply with her head tilted up exposing her neck. Cindy had never seen a more erotic sight than this one. She couldn’t hold off her orgasm much longer and let it go. Her knees turned in to touch one another, her back arched and she saturated her fingers with her pussy juice. Wave after orgasmic wave pulsed through her body and she fell to her knees moaning…

…”Oh Shit! Becky!” Cindy thought to as the realization of having carelessly masturbated in plan sight and forgot to hold in her moaning. She looked up, Becky’s shower stall was empty. There is no way that Becky could’ve missed her squealing like a whore. Cindy snatched up her towel looking fervently for any sings of Becky. Just as she moved from the shower room into the locker room area she felt it, a sharp, intense pain on the back of her skull; her hair was being pulled.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Becky snarled in a tone that would’ve made Cindy quiver even if Becky wasn’t twice her size. “Ouch!” was the most that Cindy could get out through her pain clenched teeth. Without releasing her grip Becky twisted Cindy’s head around to face her and pulled down on her head at the same time. Cindy’s head was leveled out at Becky’s naval. For the first few seconds Cindy struggled to free herself from the Amazon’s grip, a futile exercise that only increased her discomfort. “Answer me CUNT! What the fuck were you doing in there?”

With tears streaming from her eyes Cindy tried to downplay what had transpired in the showers moments ago, “Becky, I didn’t do anything!” Becky opened the palm of her free hand and reared it back. Cindy, in a last ditch effort, reached her hands out placing them on Becky’s stomach. “No! No Becky please don’t hit me, I am sorry!”

It was then while Becky was looking down at the helpless little dancer, feeling her soft touch on her abdomen that she remembered that her own orgasm had been interrupted by Cindy’s… Then it dawned on her for the first time this was more than a simple interruption of her privacy, “Cindy was touching herself while watching me” she thought to herself. Becky could feel herself flush as she reevaluated the woman before her. Cindy’s nipples were sticking out hard as bullets her eyes were cast down, at Becky’s pussy, her hands soothingly stroked her midsection. Stepping back, she saw the unmistakable evidence of Cindy’s sopping wet vagina.

Becky slowly lowered her free hand towards Cindy’s face, still in fear of physical abuse Cindy flinched as the hand made contact and gently stroked her cheek. “Were you thinking about me when you were touching your nasty little pussy?” She asked in soft yet degrading manner. “Yes” Cindy mumbled blushing with humiliation. “What?! Speak up!” demanded the Amazon. “Yes I was, okay!?”

Becky smirked, “Come here.” she ordered as she lead Cindy, still by her hair, across the locker room and into the dark trainer’s room. Once there she pushed Cindy onto one of the Trainer’s beds. Cindy had never felt so exposed and vulnerable sitting on a cold medical bed with this domineering woman in front of her, she trembled with excitement.

Becky placed a hand on Cindy’s hip, she stroked the curve where Cindy’s hip met the waist, and then with the other hand she pushed Cindy in on the sternum knocking her on her back. Instinctively Cindy’s legs tried to close but Becky pried them apart. She pushed the other girl’s feet so that her heels touched her bottom with her knees fully bent and lying flat on the mat. “Keep them spread Cindy.” she ordered sternly.

Becky took a moment to admire the feast that lay on the table before her. Cindy was so enticing sprawled out and exposed. Everything on her was so firm, and perky. She paid special attention to the girls’ pussy. Smooth and swollen, enough awash with her vaginal nectar that glistened in the low lighting of this secluded room. It looked tight enough to crack walnuts with and in a moment of weakness she nearly dove face first into her pretty little peach before remembering she needed to get hers, she had to get hers from this priss.

Becky’s hands roamed Cindy’s perfect little body, though most of her movements were still rough, they were purposeful and exhilarating for Cindy. She kneaded her firm breasts, rolling, twisting and softly pinching Cindy’s nipples between her ring and middle fingers. Cindy couldn’t help but to groan and naturally she reached for her pussy. Becky intercepted the attempt and slapped Cindy’s hand as hard as she could, causing Cindy to cry out in pain. “Tisk, tisk… You just do what you’re told.” Becky scolded.

Becky climbed on top of table with Cindy and crawled between her legs rubbed her hands up and down the insides of Cindy’s legs from crotch to knees. Then for the first time she stuck out her tongue. Cindy was shocked, it was the largest tongue she had ever seen not so much long, though it did clear good 5 inches past her teeth it was the width that was impressive.

Becky lowered her head, tongue straight and rigid, directly towards the drooling cunt before her, only to redirect at the last moment and touch down and inch above. Cindy let out a frustrated, whine-laden huff, her pussy was screaming for attention. Becky’s tongue snaked its way north adding to Cindy’s frustration. The tactile sensations Becky got through her tongue against Cindy’s body were fantastic, the skin of her abdomen was soft and smooth as she exhaled and then tight and rippled around her abs when she inhaled; she rimmed the belly button. Her tongue rose with the apex of each rib and then dipped between them. She started with the underside of breast, moved up to the nipple, flicked it just enough build Cindy’s sexual tension but not resolving it then repeated the process with the other before moving between them. Her tongue between Cindy’s ripe full tits began to move up, to this point Becky had managed to stay on all fours , but to move up higher she had to lie on top of Cindy.

Becky’s naval pressed into the cauldron that was Cindy’s love slit. Cindy’s anticipation was so high at this point that she nearly came from that little contact. Becky continued to move further up Cindy’s sternum to her neck. Cindy raised her chin and turned her head to one side allowing Becky as much surface as possible which Becky took full advantage of. Soon enough she made her way under Cindy’s jaw. Anticipating a kiss Cindy began lifting her head off of the mat as Becky’s tongue lifted off of the chin. The two women’s mouths’ were now but few inches apart but Cindy’s yearning for this woman had built to such a point that it felt like miles. Becky parted her lips, Cindy’s head bolted up to meet the kiss, but again Becky redirected her head to one side hooking Cindy’s head with her forearm and hugged their heads side to side. She then took the earlobe into her mouth. It wasn’t until that very moment that she learned how tactilely receptive her ears were. She moaned lewdly as Becky’s expert tongue and lips stimulated her ears.

After a few minutes Becky, still holding her lover tightly whispered into her ear “You know you interrupted me earlier, you owe me an orgasm.” Then in quick fluid set of movements Becky Rocked back on her butt, pulled her knees to her chest and gripped Cindy by the wrists. From here she pulled the wide-eyed blonde towards her and down moving the back of her legs over Cindy’s shoulders then bending them so as to trap the blonde’s arms between there thighs and calves. Becky let go of her wrists and stroked her head which was now, effectively pinned to Becky’s crotch.

“Alright bitch… eat it” she ordered the helpless dancer. This was the first time that Cindy had ever really smelled pussy, in was intoxicating, overwhelming her olfactory receptors. She looked at the folds of moist, soft flesh in front of her she breathed deeply as she moved in. Her tongue made contact with Becky’s labia towards the back teasing the inner edges. She traced her way up one side and then down the other. For the first time since they had met Cindy Lawson got a positive reaction out of Becky Fisher, as Becky moaned lightly while Cindy explored her moist flesh. This was her first taste of pussy and Cindy knew right from Jump Street that she was addicted. She knew that she wanted to save the clit for the end to send her captor over the edge. She made deep, probing jabs with her tongue. On the way in she aimed for the center of the lips and then would alternate dragging it back up against the side walls. Every so often she would take one cunt lip or the other between the lips of her mouth and with aid from her tongue would pull and then smear and roll the labia.

The sounds were a lewd mix of moans, obnoxiously loud slurps, snarls and grunts that could have passed for a hog eating slop. This was accompanied by the intermittent gasps for air

Becky was amazed at how naturally pussy eating had come to the blonde that had been her nemesis for so long. Her own pussy was as hot if not hotter than she had made Cindy’s. “That’s it baby, Oh!… Yyyessss!… You like that pussy in your mouth?” Cindy moaned and unintelligible response into to Becky’s cunt the causing a pleasing little vibration. “Holly shit,” thought Becky “this bitch is so into it that she won’t take her mouth out of my pussy long enough to say yes”. Becky looked down and for the first time realized that Cindy’s eyes were closed.

“Eyes… Eyes bitch” Becky said as she thumped Cindy on the forehead. Quickly her big blues shot up meeting Becky’s. The Amazon smiled down at her “Good girl… Oh you fucking love eating that pussy, lapping my cunt like a kitten at milk bowl!” Becky reached down and stroked Cindy’s ears as she continued to berate her verbally. “Are you my little slut? My pussy breath slut?” Again Cindy groaned in response with out letting up her assault on Becky’s fuck lips.

Cindy had made her way far enough that her nose was now pushing on Becky’s clit causing Becky’s movements and head stroking to become jerky and awkward. But it wasn’t enough to keep her from humiliating Cindy.

“Oh Fuck yeah!…Ooohhh…you fucking muff whore…I bet mommy would be so proud, see her little princess buried to the tonsils in pussy! Does mommy’s little precious like the pussy?”

This was the final straw Cindy shot her tongue straight to Becky’s little love button, the muscles in her neck strained as she tried scrapped for leverage to apply pressure to swollen clit in front of her; her top row of teeth dragged over the hood.

Becky’s hips began to thrust and buck, but Cindy being fully and completely within the moment rose and fell with her unrelenting with each movement. And then it happened it seemed to have spawned from the deepest, most primitive shadows of every cell in Becky’s body. Her body felt as though it were being transformed into pure, sexual energy. Her elbows hit the mat and pushed, her hips thrust and her back arched as Becky bellowed out a primeval orgasmic roar.

Cindy’s arms were unexpectedly freed causing her head to plummet into Becky’s clam, flooding her face with Becky’s viscous cunt cum. Even though she was released she kept her head in place lapping and cleaning Becky’s secretions. Becky’s recovery from the orgasm was similar to a soldier wounded in battle; she twisted her body and tucked her legs moving into a prone fetal position. From behind her Cindy continued trying to clean the other woman’s juices stroking her hands up and down Becky’s exposed ass and legs.

With Jell-O legs Cindy rose to her knees running her hands all over Becky’s body, lovingly, soothingly. She looked down and behind her and noticed a little puddle on the mat. She bent down, despite knowing it had to have come from her own slit, lapped it up licking the matt clean.

“Becky, I don’t even know what to say… that was fantastic.” Becky slowly labored her way up to her knees with Cindy kissing her back and arms the entire way. Becky rested her head in Cindy’s chest, Cindy wrapped arms around her. Becky lowered her arms underneath Cindy’s tight little ass, lifted and pushed her back onto the mat and then spun around into a 69. Cindy wrapped her arms up and around Becky’s ass pulling her pelvis down to her mouth. Becky wrapped tucked both of Cindy’s legs under her armpits and lowered her mouth, finally onto Cindy’s soaking air-tight cunt.

With one hand Becky supported herself and she used the other to drive a pinky into Cindy’s unsuspecting backdoor. Cindy moaned out and clenched for a second but then tried to relax.

Becky’s expert tongue worked over Cindy’s outer lips and clit for several minutes before she decided to dip. She separated the Blonde’s lips and slowly sunk her monstrous tongue into her honey hole. A few inches in, to Becky’s surprise, she felt resistance… “She’s a virgin!” Becky thought to herself. Never before had she had the honors of breaking the seal. She pulled her fingers from Cindy’s ass, readjusted to rest on her elbows as she spread Cindy’s lips as much as she could and plunged her tongue.

Cindy screamed and squeezed her thighs on Becky’s head as she felt the pop followed by a tearing and that quickly, Becky made a woman out of her. Becky lapped at Cindy’s unexplored depths until she got the taste of blood in her mouth.

She rocked back onto her haunches, smothering Cindy with her pussy and ass. Becky licked her fingers clean before driving them into Cindy’s recently deflowered fuck tunnel. She cupped her hand so that the ball would make pressured circles over Cindy’s clitoral hood while hooking the her ring and middle fingers up dragging along the front wall over the rough patch of nerve endings pressing them into the pelvic bone trying to find the blonde’s g-spot leaving her ring and pinky fingers to manipulate her lower lips.

Cindy was going wild. Between the loss of oxygen, the pain of her deflowering, and her new lover’s manipulations around her magic button, she was rapidly approaching a Krakatoan like orgasmic eruption. Becky knew she was close to blowing as the walls of Cindy’s pussy began to grip her finger, fighting against the pullout movements, trying to swallow her fingers. She lamented that it was her fingers and not her tongue getting this treatment, but she wasn’t much for the taste of blood.

Becky’s finger’s found their mark and pressed hard into Cindy’s g-spot. By this time Cindy’s low air intake caught up with her, and mixed with the intensity of the record shattering orgasm made her lose her consciousness as a geyser of girl squirt shot into the air partially saturating Becky’s face…

…As she came to Cindy wondered for a moment if it had all just been a dream until slowly the nerve endings of her severed hymen began to realign themselves in the aftermath of her gushing orgasm and the pain set in.

“Oh wow!… That was fucking awesome Bec-” she then looked around, Becky was nowhere to be seen. Cindy rolled off the mat to the floor she took a few steps before stumbling to the floor scraping her knee. “Becky I fell!… Becky!?” she stumbled out of the trainers room and stumbled her way through the locker room.

Beck had ridden her hard and left her in the trainer’s room wet and in the dark. She began to weep as she made her way to her own locker, she used her sweatshirt to wipe Becky’s fuck juices from her face. She got dressed and walked across campus to the Tri Delta house, went up the stairs and crashed into her bed where she wept herself to sleep.

The fact that she didn’t get out of bed the next morning went unnoticed by he sorority sisters, after all it was a Saturday. On Sunday one of her sisters knocked on the door to see if she had any laundry that she needed to have washed. Cindy rolled out of bed and emptied her gym bag. Her sorority sister snatched the clothes up and was walking out the door when Cindy caught a whiff of something… She intercepted the other girl at the door and rummaged through the laundry before she found and extracted her sweatshirt. She put it to her face and sniffed…”Ah… Becky’s pussy” she thought as she embraced the shirt and sunk back into her bed. Her sister looked at her like she was crazy, shook her head and moved on.

Cindy was heartbroken, she had no idea how to try and contact Becky. Why had she left her like that, had she done something wrong, were they going to regress back to their standard mode of interaction, would she ever feel another person’s touch the way she had felt Becky’s, for that matter, would she ever stop feeling her touch from the other night?

Cindy had to make contact with her, she decided to skip her classes on Monday morning she figured that Becky would have to go through the student center at least once. So she grabbed a lobby table early in the morning and camped out waiting for her prey to appear. Around noon she saw her at which point Cindy’s heart tried to leap from her chest. Becky, if she had seen her made no indication of it as she walked into a restroom.

Cindy quickly made her way into the restroom moments behind her… no sign of her… she ducked down and looked for feet under the stall doors, only one pair! Soon enough the toilet flushed and a moment later Becky emerged from the stall. Cindy shot her best, toothiest and most flirtatious smile startling Becky as she came out. Becky moved quickly past her towards the door. “Becky wait!” Becky stopped and turned around. Cindy reached into her pocket and extracted a folded piece of paper. “It’s my number, if you ever want to talk or do it again just let-” her sentence was cut off by the open hand slap that sent her crashing to the floor.

Cindy sank into a deep depression. She didn’t go to class again all week long, she kept her blinds drawn and stopped answering her phone. Some of the Tri Deltas were sure that Chad must have done something, but Cindy wasn’t talking about it and he was playing dumb.

Friday night, in the last few minutes before it turned into Saturday, she was stirred from her sleep, it was her phone. As had become her routine, she looked at the number… she didn’t recognize it and set the phone back down. Then something, she wasn’t sure what, but something told her to answer it.

“Hello?” she said as she flipped her phone open. “If you ever want to talk to me again you will take a bus to Biddle’s, tomorrow, noon, you will wear a short skirt and thong, non-black, panties. Do you understand me?” It was Becky!

“YES! Oh my God! I am so glad you ca-” the unmistakable sound of a phone being hung up on the other line brought her sentence to a close.

The next day she shivered in her out of season attire as walked from the Bus Stop to Biddle’s restaurant. Biddle’s is an upscale dinning establishment in the richer part of the city. Cindy had legitimate concern about what might transpire here, there were pretty good odds that one or more of her mother’s friends might be here, if not her mother herself. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She had chosen a black skirt and a light pink thong. She looked around the packed restaurant and then she saw her. Becky sat alone at a table drinking a cup of water, she had already spotted Cindy. On sight Cindy felt a flow of self lubrication start to seep from her tight cunt lips, she grinned like an idiot as she made her way to Becky’s table. She could feel herself twitch and bounce, she felt like a dog greeting her master at the front door after a long day at work. She sat across from the first and only lover she had ever known.

Becky too was wearing a black skirt that hugged her full figure nicely, she said nothing, just sat drinking her water. Becky did smile at her which Cindy read as a great sign. Soon she finished the tall glass of water and set it down on the table. She put a hand over one of Cindy’s on top of the table, looked Cindy in the eye and said “Are you ready?” Cindy nodded emphatically “Yes.” Becky stood “Good…my bladder is full, I would like you to accompany me into the ladies room.”

Cindy nearly knocked her chair over getting up and following her beloved into the restroom. There were a few women making adjustments to their make-up at the sinks who didn’t fail to notice that two women entered the same stall. Becky locked the stall door behind them. “Get on your knees.” Becky demanded of Cindy which she complied to without hesitation.

Becky sat down on toilet seat and slowly stepped out of her panties. Cindy shifted her head trying to get a gaze at Becky’s pussy, she failed to do so, but her pussy leaked a little more during the attempt. “Cindy, I am sorry that I struck you the other day.” Cindy, on her knees moved towards her “No, stay where you are, back straight” Cindy moved back nodding “Okay, I, well I forgive you.” Becky put her finger to her lips shushing Cindy. “I need you to listen to me now… I’m a little confused, you’ve never seemed like a decent person to me, in truth I have never liked you…what we did the other night, it was the best I’ve ever known and this last week my emotions, they have been all over the scale…So here it is, I shouldn’t have hit you, and I promise I will never hit you like that again, but as much as I want to, I don’t totally trust you yet.”

“You can trust me, I’ll do anything for you, anything, name it and I’ll do it, please!?” pleaded Cindy

“I’ve come up with two things that I think you can do to show me that you are in this wholeheartedly… stay on your knees.” With that Becky stood up and hiked her skirt up above her waist. “Open your mouth Cindy” Becky requested flatly. Cindy did as she was told as Becky held her chin in place as she straddled her head. “Now you are going to drink all that I give you, do you understand me?” Cindy nodded

Being a little pee shy it took a moment before the stream of hot, sour urine splashed into Cindy’s mouth she wanted to gag but did her best not to. Once her mouth was about half full she swallowed but with each swallow Becky couldn’t stop the stream in time before pissing on Cindy’s face, up her nose and splattering into her hair and onto her clothes. The throat burning liquid filled her mouth three times before Becky’s last trickles tapered off. Cindy wiped her face, she wanted to puke, but managed to hold it.

Becky leisurely pulled her panties back into place. “Okay, that was step one, you are going to stay here on your knees and think about this, think it all the way through. Are you completely committed to us or did you just have a good orgasm the other night? Now I am going to go back to our table and when you step out of this restroom I will see you do one of two things. One you have decided that you are the shallow preppy cunt that I have always taken you for and you will walk out of this restroom and not stop until you are out of the building, in which case you will never try and make small talk or speak to me in any way ever again, or two, you will remove your pretty pink panties, walk out of this restroom holding them out at chest level in front of you, holding them there for everyone in this building to see as you walk across the floor to our table and present them to me… Do you understand?”

Cindy nodded; Becky patted her on the head and stepped out of the stall. It is here that this story started: Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about to endure an ever greater embarrassment. The worst pain of all though, the thing that she was truly judging herself for was the wetness that had seeped from her labia which had caused the fabric of her thong to cling to her cunt lips like they had been glued on. No matter how much she tried to deny in her mind that she didn’t like it, her pussy could not tell a lie…

She made her decision and leapt to her feet, she stepped out of the stall tugging at her thong as moved to the bathroom door, causing her to fall flat on her face. The women at the sinks giggled at the desperation in her actions, she didn’t care, “fuck them” she thought as finally removed her light pink, vaginally-soaked, thong panties. Regaining her feet she backed through the door holding her stained garment in front of her. Heads all over the building turned and gasped as she made her way to Becky. “I would like you to have these.” She said as she presented them to the Amazon.

As she stood she smiled taking the panties from Cindy. Becky put them to her nose getting a quick sniff in and then to Cindy’s surprise she slid one of the leg openings down over Cindy’s head. Once they were around her neck Becky twisted them into a short makeshift leash which she used to lead the blonde back across the building and out the door. Becky led Cindy all the way to the passenger side of her car, she opened the door and Cindy sat.

Once she was in the driver’s seat Becky opened the center console and handed Cindy a bottle of mouth wash which she put to quick use. Then Becky grabbed the thong-leash again and pulled Cindy’s face to hers. They then for the first time kissed, deep and passionately but above all, truthfully. When they finally broke the kiss away Cindy’s eyes stayed closed and she could only think one thing: “For that, it was ALL worth it.”

To be Continued?

Thank you for taking the time to read this, it is my first but hopefully not my last writing. Let me know what you think.