Seduced by a Volleyball Goddess

By Alex J

Published on Aug 7, 2008

Lesbian

Seduced By A Volleyball Goddess, Chapter 1 (FF, reluc, beginnings)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

Author's Note:

This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post it, please contact the author for permission.

I owe the structure of this chapter to the great Percxyz's "Black Man's White Pussyboy" [yes, it's authoritarian M/m IR and yes, I could probably use some time on the psychiatrist's couch ;-).. Go read it anyway--all his work is amazing]. This is the first erotic fiction story I've ever written. Please mail to alex_WDC85@yahoo.com if you have suggestions or comments.

Copyright 2008, All Rights Reserved.


Chapter 1

I led Lisa into the small apartment my husband and I had recently built in the lower level of our home. Lisa was a student athlete at Knox College and was looking for a one-bedroom near campus. I worked part-time in the accounting department of the college and knew how close the house was to school. Lisa had called about my ad in the paper and arrived at my front door in the early afternoon of a late summer day. The landlord business was completely new to me. This young woman would be our first renter since the apartment was finished.

With the economy as bad as it was, we needed the rental money to help pay our mortgage. My husband David had been redeployed overseas and I hoped I could rent the place quickly to a good student. From the rental application Lisa had filled out, I learned she had just turned 20, was majoring in clinical psychology, and was on the varsity volleyball team.

I could tell she was an athlete; Lisa was a beautiful young woman, with pale skin and reddish chestnut hair that swept down to her shoulders. She was very tall, almost 6 feet, and was wearing a pair of stylish blue jeans that accentuated her strong but feminine figure, and a tight pink tank-top that displayed her toned shoulders and back and her full breasts. She was confident, direct, and seemed wise beyond her years. While talking with her about the apartment I began to wonder if her dominant bearing came from being an athlete.

At the same time I felt a strange growing warmth between my legs, and my nipples began to tingle as they pressed against my bra. What was happening to me? Was I becoming attracted to this girl? I had never been interested a woman before! I was shocked at my body's reaction, and tried to chalk it up to being deprived of sex since David had been redeployed.

I watched Lisa as she moved possessively around the furnished apartment. I explained about the rent and utilities, all the while trying to tamp down my body's strange reaction. Lisa's confidence and mannerisms, and her strong body kept me distracted. Her long legs looked wonderful in those jeans. I couldn't understand why I was experiencing sexual feelings toward another woman, this one barely out of her teens. But it was almost like she was flaunting herself to me, showing me her toned body, her killer smile, and her bountiful breasts.

My own small breasts had always made me self-conscious. As a teen I had admired other girls' large chests, but that was just because I lacked a lot "on top" and was jealous, nothing more. I had always been very small, a pixie; I'm barely five foot two inches tall, with blond hair I keep in a Katie Couric short cut, with a button nose and fair complexion. I had to stop thinking bad things about Lisa, I told myself. She's just a college kid, and a girl. Get hold of yourself!

As Lisa went into the small kitchen I surreptitiously started fanning myself with her paperwork. I was feeling so strange; I took off my business jacket to try to cool down. That's when I noticed to my dismay and embarrassment that my nipples were slightly visible, poking through my white blouse. Before I could slip my jacket back on Lisa returned to the central living space. My willful eyes went directly to her cleavage before I could drag them up to her attractive face. Her green eyes sparkled down at me.

"Where's the bedroom, Mrs. Banks," she asked. Her voice was low, musical, and assertive; my response sounded high and girlish to my ears.

"Oh, just through here," I squeaked, pointing to the short hall.. "The bathroom is on the left and the bedroom is at the end."

"Show me," she said.

I led her down the hall and opened the bathroom door for her. Her arm briefly brushed my breasts on her way in, and I was shocked as my nipples turned as hard as diamonds in an instant. The young woman stepped into the new glass shower stall and I couldn't help but think of her nude body being caressed by a spray of warm water. She arched her back and turned around slowly in the stall. I seemed to not be in control of myself or my fantasies. Lisa was 12 years younger than me, I was happily married, and a mother to an 11-year-old daughter! What was going on with me?

Lisa now stood at the bathroom sink and my gaze rested on her muscular, shapely butt cradled by her jeans. As she bent forward to examine the medicine cabinet and I could spy the strap of her pink panties as it rose to where her hip-huggers brushed the bottom edge of her tank-top. She then made the slightest noise, almost like a chuckle, and I saw she was looking back at me in the mirror. She had what seemed to be a knowing smile on her full, pink lips. I blushed and quickly began scanning her application form in my hands again. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye.

As she walked into the small furnished bedroom, her long, elegant fingers traced along the bed's wooden headboard. She bent over and opened one of the dresser drawers, giving me the chance to look down her top to her incredible full, round breasts. God, they were perfect. This girl was making me feel so horny, I couldn't understand it. As Lisa circled the room and glanced out the small window at the fenced backyard bathed in early afternoon sunshine, I kept eying her luscious, strong body in a half-dreaming state.

I don't know how long that went on, but all the sudden she was standing tall in the middle of the bedroom, her hands on her hips.

"Close the door, Mrs. Banks," Lisa said.

"What? Why?" I asked, taken aback by her commanding voice..

"Just do it." She said it with a smile, but there was no doubt it was an order. I didn't know what to say.

My heart was pounding as I turned back from closing the bedroom door. What I saw took my breath away. Lisa had kicked off her black flip-flops and was now unbuttoning her tight blue jeans. She slid them down her strong, muscular thighs, exposing a tiny pink thong that barely covered her obviously clean-shaven pussy.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I gasped, my heart in my throat.

"You've been staring at my body since I walked in, Mrs. Banks," she said simply. "So now I'm going to let you see it."

My head was swimming. "N-no," I said. "I don't want...."

My words trailed off as this tall, imposing young woman slowly walked over to me, wearing only a tank-top and a thong. Her shapely hips swayed and she brushed her reddish hair back from her gorgeous face. Her nipples stood out proudly through the thin fabric of her tank-top, and I could smell a wonderful, heady aroma coming from her. My blood was thrumming in my ears, and I almost felt faint.

"Mrs. Banks," Lisa said sweetly, as if talking to a child, "What don't you want? Your cute little face is all flushed. You're breathing so heavy. And these"--she reached up to my breasts and began caressing and tweaking my nipples through my blouse, sending immediate electric jolts of shock and pleasure through my body--"These are saying that you do want me naked. Isn't that right, Mrs. Banks? Or 'Debbie,' isn't it? Yes, my Debbie, my little repressed lezzy whore." She growled those last two words down at me, sending shivers of fear and lust down my spine.

I involuntarily groaned at Lisa's touch, her hot breath, her lips so close to mine, and her scandalous words. I couldn't pull away. This was so wrong--I didn't even know this girl! She was so young! I wasn't a lesbian--why was I letting her touch me this way? But never in my life had I felt so excited by the touch of another person, let alone the touch of another woman.

"Lisa," I said in barely a whisper, "I'm not, I'm not gay. Please, please...."

She firmly pressed me back against the closed bedroom door, her lithe hands working over my covered breasts, kneading them, palming my nipples in her warm palms. I could feel the heat from her body as she moved in so close.

"Oh Debbie," she said with a predatory smile while staring deeply into my eyes, "That's what they all say. But I know your type of woman. I knew it when I first saw you staring at my body. Do you like it? Do you like my tits, my ass, my pussy?"

Listening to this girl say such dirty, shocking things had my mind reeling. What had happened to the nice young college student who I'd met at my front door, I wondered. Why was she acting this way? Most importantly, why was I allowing her to treat me like this, and say those horrible words to me? But buried sexual desires I didn't even know I had were being brought to the surface by this beautiful, captivating woman. I felt so weak, so confused, all while spasms of pleasure kept radiating out from her expert caresses of my nipples. Her thumb traced circles around my small areolas as she watched my face. I could feel my nipples tighten and pucker under her steady, insistent touch.

"I'm a lesbian, Debbie, and when we're done here, you'll only want women from now on, too. You'll be a pussy-licking slut, Debbie, my cuntlapper, my dyke whore. You'll want to make women cum with your tongue, you'll want to be fucked by women, and you'll only get off with women from now on. And you'll love it, Debbie, you'll love the surge of lesbian lust in you when you see a pretty girl on the street or in the office bathroom. You'll want them right then. You'll love kissing women, eating them out and sucking their tits, pleasuring them with your body. In fact, you want me so bad right now, don't you?"

Lisa's eyes bored into mine, not letting me turn away. Her young, talented fingers sensually and tortuously milked my breasts. Her whispered words were getting to me, making me wet. When she finally lifted her hands away, for a moment I leaned forward against my own will, not wanting to break physical contact with her.

She then reached down to the hem of her tank-top and lifted it over her head. Her large, perfect breasts swung free before my eyes, her plump pink nipples standing firm and erect. I didn't know what was coming over me, but I was frozen completely by the round pale orbs a foot in front of me.

"Do you like what you see, Debbie?" she asked slyly. "Do you want to kiss me, to touch my breasts and feel my body?" Her own hands ran lovingly across her chest and down her sleek sides. I was riveted; it was as if Lisa's beautiful body and provocative speech were hypnotizing me. My eyes were drawn to her flat belly and pierced belly button, and then down to her tiny thong covering the sweet rise of her mons. She looked so sexy--and there it was, sexy, a word I had never thought about another woman. But this towering, strong girl was so sexy that my pussy throbbed and gushed.

I tried again to flee what was about to happen; I wasn't a lesbian, I was a married woman, I was more than a decade older than this girl! I would walk out of this room and wait upstairs until Lisa left my house forever.

As I opened my mouth to protest, Lisa stepped forward and quickly guided her right nipple to my lips, covering the bottom half of my face with her warm breast flesh.

"Ah-ah," she said, cradling my head in her strong hands. "No more talking. Just lick and suck, little Debbie. Suck on my tit." And to my shame, whimpering meekly, I obeyed.

It came so naturally to me, suckling at Lisa's bulging breast. I was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure from her as she stroked the side of my face. Immediately her nipple expanded against my tongue. I found myself looking up at her towering over me, the two of us joined by her nipple in my mouth. As she began caressing my breasts through my shirt again, I felt my resistance melt further away into a cloud of passion. This young athlete had seduced me, conquered me so easily.

"Ooh, that's good, Debbie," Lisa said throatily. "Suck them like I know you want to. Use your tongue on my nipple. Yes, you're a natural. Suck on momma's tits." She guided my free hand to her left breast, and I cupped and fondled it as I continued my assault on her right nipple. My eyes were half-closed, I was reeling in her smell, the softness of her breasts, the warmth of her athletic body.

Lisa reached down and casually ripped my blouse open with her amazingly strong hands. Silk-covered buttons flew everywhere around the room. I didn't care. My small breasts were heaving in my conservative white cotton bra, the bra of a professional, a mother, not the underwear of a woman who lapped and nuzzled a strange girl's breasts twenty minutes after meeting her. I continuing bathing her large breasts with my small tongue; I never thought of stopping.

Lisa's skilled hands swiftly popped open my bra and began tweaking and pulling my sensitive nipples. It was almost painful, but each tug sent waves of desire through me. I was close to cumming in my panties, half-nude in my basement with this amazonian woman standing proudly before me as I sucked her tits like a baby. I only knew that my sexual arousal was building beyond anything that I had ever experienced before and I was in no position to stop it.

Lisa whispered encouragement to me, telling me what a sexy girl I was, what a little slut. "You're so good at this, Debbie," she cooed. "Damn, that feels so nice. You're a natural horny dyke, making me feel so good. Suck my tits, you hot bitch!" I drank in her praise and abuse in as I continued squirming and licking and sucking.

I automatically moved to her other nipple and kept sucking for all I was worth. I was half-consumed by lust now and took to the task of sucking and licking the incredibly arousing tits so wantonly presented to me. All that could be heard in the room was our heavy breathing and my wet ministrations to Lisa's chest. My eyes worked over the beautiful orb of flesh in front of me until Lisa's strong fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to look her in the eye. My mouth came off her nipple with a wet, audible plop.

"Come up here and kiss me. Kiss me like you used to kiss your husband," she growled. Hearing her scandalous words almost caused me to climax right there, without even touching my pussy. It was so wrong, but in the heat of the moment I bent my head back, stretched up, and touched my lips to Lisa's. It was like no other kiss I'd ever had. Lisa's soft, full lips moved against mine. I moaned as my lips were parted by Lisa's tongue. It slipped deeply into my mouth and began wrestling with my own, our saliva mixing together. Her sweet breath and pliable lips were everywhere, filling my mouth and senses. Our breasts rubbed together, our nipples dragging across each other, sending sparks running through my body. I was being held, cradled in Lisa's strong arms like I had been in David's arms in the past. She enveloped me completely.

I was breathless after my first lesbian kiss. For a fleeting moment I thought, what was wrong with me? Why don't I try to stop this and run upstairs? How would could I ever explain this to David, to my daughter Sophie if she, god forbid, walked in from her swim practice just then? But secretly I knew why. Lisa had tapped into a burning desire I must have kept hidden away inside me; the desire for female flesh, the desire to be dominated, the desire to please women sexually. Lisa brought her succulent lips down to mine and I kissed her again, open-mouthed, this time with a growing passion that shocked me to my core.

"There you go, Debbie," she whispered after our second, wet kiss. "I knew you'd like kissing girls. You were just waiting for me to come along and show you the way. Isn't it wonderful, this pure rush of lesbian desire going straight to your pussy?" I groaned, my mind full of thoughts of touching, licking, and kissing hot female flesh. We kissed again, Lisa's hands cupping my ass through my skirt, running her strong legs between my own spread ones.

I was breathless, reeling with lust as we kissed. Lisa began to grind her leg against my pussy, the friction intense and building. As she ground erotically against me, whispering about how lesbian sex was the best, how it felt better than anything a man could ever do, about how she would show me how I would only want women from now on. I could feel my body slowly relax as I melted this tall volleyball player's erotic embrace. Our nipples rasped against each other, driving me insane with passion.

Lisa slowly pulled away from me and sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading her long, muscular legs wide, lewdly exposing her crotch for me to see. I stood weak-kneed as her hand dipped into her tiny thong, the narrow band of crotch now damp and darkened. Lisa's puffy pussy lips were visible and shining. Her fingers slowly and rhythmically moved against her slit while she stared at my panting, disheveled state; my shredded white blouse hanging loosely at my wrists, my bra hanging open, my sensible skirt hiked up around my firm butt, my lips mashed and puffy, my hair already mussed and untamed. With her free hand Lisa tweaked her nipples, now grown even larger and more plump thanks to my mouth and tongue. I could see vague traces of my lipstick all around her breasts, proof of what I'd been brought down to. And what was worse, at that moment I wanted nothing more than to lick and suck those nipples again.

After a long moment pleasuring herself in front of me, Lisa lifted her fingers out of her thong and brought them to her nose and mouth. She inhaled deeply her own scent, smiled, and then began licking her wet fingers clean of her pussy juice. I licked my lips in involuntary response.

"Do I look tasty to you, Debbie?" she asked after sucking her index finger between her full lips. I barely nodded my head.

"What's that, little Debbie? Speak up!" she commanded.

"Yes, Lisa," I said in a whisper.

"'Yes' what? 'Yes' what?"

"Yes...you look tasty," I said, mortified at the words coming out of my mouth.

"That's right, little Debbie," Lisa said, satisfied for the moment. "You're going to find out just how tasty my cunt is, very soon now."

I knew in my heart that was true, but I tried again to stop this. "Please, Lisa," I said, my voice shaking. "My daughter will be home any minute! Please don't make me do this. I just want to...." But I found I couldn't continue. I was going to say "I just want to leave," but that wasn't true, now was it? No, not really.

This beautiful woman was forcing me to feel more sexy than anything my husband or any man had ever done. I was dying to kiss her again, to have my lips on her breasts, dying to touch her and smell her heavenly scent. Lisa was showing me that a woman can be sexual, can even be raunchy, and above all else, desirable. Strong and feminine, soft and beautiful all together. My mind couldn't get over the fact that this gorgeous lesbian, who could have any woman she wanted, wanted me. My overheated pussy was exploding with sex, and slick juice was leaking out everywhere. My mouth closed and I hung my head.

"Oh Debbie," Lisa said, shaking her head. "We're just getting started. I've shown so many women, so many coaches and teachers and mothers and daughters, how much they need to lick pussy, my pussy. It's a thrill, breaking you repressed wives. You'll be a lesbian when we finish here, I promise. You're already learning. Now take off your clothes, you slut. Show me my new toy."

It wasn't a request. I looked into Lisa's glittering, commanding green eyes for a second before dropping my gaze. In a moment I obeyed, pulling my blouse off my arms, and dropping my open bra to the bedroom floor.

"Mmm," Lisa said. "That's nice, Debbie. I like your pert little tits and your sexy little nipples. You take care of yourself." She lazily gestured for me to turn around, which I did, displaying the firm butt I was secretly proud of. "And a sweet ass to go with those breasts," Lisa said approvingly. "This will be fun."

I involuntarily glowed at her compliments. This young woman's words were making me feel more sexy than I'd ever felt in my life, even though my stomach was churning, thinking about how Lisa promised to turn me into a lesbian. My god, I thought, could it be true? Could she make me gay?

"You want women, you need women," my beautiful seductress said, seeming to read my thoughts. "You didn't know you're a little dyke, but you're coming around. Now strip!"

My hands immediately went to the zipper of my blue skirt, dropping it down around my ankles. My white cotton panties, full-backed and proper, were completely soaked through in the crotch with desire. I could smell my own arousal as I slipped them down my hips to the floor. There I was, naked in front of this tall, athletic girl I hardly knew. I turned around, my left arm covering my breasts, my right cupping my hot, wet crotch..

Lisa stood up from the bed and walked over to me. I drank in her beauty, her swaying hips and full breasts, even as I was afraid of what was coming next. She was the pinnacle of femininity. I felt like I was nude in front of a goddess.

"Don't play games," she said knowingly, and easily removed my hands from in front of my breasts and cunt. I gasped as she replaced my hand with hers, running her finger along my pubic hair and down across my labia. Her brief touch made me shudder from head to my toes.

"So wet," she murmured. "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you Debbie?"

She bent down and kissed me again, and again my knees grew weak at her lips' touch. I wrapped my small arms around her toned body, my hands coming to rest on the upper slope of her delicious, firm ass. She rubbed her full, heavy breasts all over my smaller ones, her hot nipples raking across my skin. When she finally broke off our kiss, a line of saliva briefly bridged the gap between our lips.

"Now," Lisa said. "Take off my panties and see your prize, my sweet slut."

She slid her hands up to my small shoulders and began to push down on them. I slipped to my knees. Lisa's panty-clad crotch was directly in front of my eyes. I had an incredible sight before me. Lisa's flawless skin and heart-shaped hips were perfectly formed; her skin was smooth and firm. With my face so close I could easily smell her sweet, perfumed flesh as I continued to stare. The delicious aroma of feminine arousal began to affect my senses on an almost unconscious level.

I reached up with shaking hands and pulled her thong slowly down over her hips, and exposed her bare pink pussy slit, slick with arousal. The smell was heavenly. I looked up to Lisa's beautiful face, framed between her large, heaving breasts and taut stomach. She was so powerful, so much in control.

She smiled, then smirked down at me, the little straight wife on her knees before her. "Start fucking yourself with your fingers, little Debbie slut. Ream your pussyslit while you look at your new mistress, a woman's sex."

My right hand went between my legs, and I was amazed as the slick wetness running down the inside of my thighs. I started fingering myself while staring at Lisa's beautiful pussy, its pink lips and glistening folds. I grunted as waves of self-pleasure filled me. Lisa spread her muscular legs slightly, letting me gaze on her vulva, then pulled back her lips to expose the soft inner pink and her plump clit.

Knowing that I was going to be placing my mouth, my lips and tongue on that wet flesh filled me with horror and deviant excitement. I felt a powerful orgasm building in me and started to rock up and down on my hand. I was moaning and gasping, never turned on so much in my life. Suddenly, Lisa slapped my face lightly and pushed me back with her foot.

"No more playing with yourself like a horny little girl. That time is over. Now is the time to become what you really are, a lesbian whore. Lick me," she commanded.

She thrust her pelvis forward to my mouth, and I tasted my first pussy without a thought in my head. The flavor and smell of her female arousal exploded into my mouth; it was intoxicating. I began to lap at her pussy. My tongue darted out and between the hot folds of her nude cunt, rasping and digging into the wet, hot flesh. My mouth opened wide to reach all her hot, tasty gash.

"Oh, oh, my yes, that's good," purred Lisa. "Get in there. Eat me out!" Her long fingers ran through my hair as she encouraged me to keep sucking on her wet box.

I was beside myself with arousal and shame, my mouth at her cunt like a starving woman. I was on automatic, licking and sucking at Lisa's pussy like a true lesbian would. My hands ran up and down her toned body, massaging her wonderful curves and strong muscles. I kept thinking, what if Sophie came home and opened the door? How did it look that her 32-year-old mother was naked, on her knees, eating out a strange woman in her basement? The sheer scandal of it all made my nipples and pussy throb all the more. I was squirming, squeezing my legs together, trying to get off as I serviced this beautiful, tall woman.

"Ooh, that's right," Lisa breathed. "You are a natural pussylicker! I can't believe you haven't done this before.. Are you sure you're never sucked sweet cum from another woman, Debbie?" She pulled her cunt away from my mouth. Her juices were smeared all over my cheeks, lips, and chin.

"I've never-never done this before, Lisa," I gasped. She grabbed the back of my head in her strong hands and guided me back to my place servicing her wet pussy.

"Well, little Debbie," she breathed, "You're a fast learner. Lick my pussy, you dyke bitch!"

She began humping herself forward on my tongue, faster and faster. Lisa's moans and cries of pleasure told me I was doing something right so I kept licking, kissing, and sucking. My small hands clutched at her taunt ass cheeks, feeling their perfect smoothness. Each contact of my tongue with the folds of her pussy made my own gush. I was a cuntlapper, I was a dyke whore. All my thoughts and dreams of the future had flown out the window; I was thrown into the world of ravenous lesbian lust. It was so thrilling and so wrong. I worked my tongue deeper into Lisa's wonderful cunt and she moaned and gasped in pleasure above me.

"Goddamn I'm going to be using this hot mouth of yours a lot, Debbie," she breathed. "You look great there on your knees with your hot tongue in my slit. Keep it up, dyke, and I'm going to come on your pretty face."

I could feel her legs and stomach muscles begin to shake and I suddenly knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. The thought made me proud and ashamed at the same time. Working by instinct and in a haze of lesbian lust, I pulled her labia open with my fingers, exposing her hard clitoris, and wrapped my lips around her bud. I began to suck it as hard as I could. Lisa's knees began to shake and her breath came in gasps.

"Oh god!" she yelled, filling the silent apartment. "Make me cum, slut! FUCK!"

Her strong body bucked and swayed above me until she finally peaked and her orgasm exploded. Her pussy spasmed and shuddered as she ground it hard into my waiting mouth and tongue as she humped me like an animal. A flood of sweet pussy juice showered down into my mouth. I licked and swallowed it all, bathing Lisa's pussy with my tongue. It was so sweet, musky, and delicious as it flowed down my throat. I lapped and kissed her pussy as she continued to shudder and cum uncontrollably. After several moments more of servicing my mistress's pussy, Lisa roughly pushed my head back, leaving me naked on my knees, sweating, and dripping arousal onto the bedroom floor.

"Goddamn, you're a good cuntlicker, little Debbie slut," the volleyball player said, winded and relaxed. She leaned down and kissed me, mixing her juices with our saliva. I numbly kissed her back, my mind still not quite computing what had just happened. Lisa then proceeded to lie down on the bed before me, her beautiful hair spread out around her pillow.. For several minutes she was quiet as she stretched her amazing athletic body out on the bed like a cat, coming down from her incredible climax.

I stayed there on my knees on the floor, in shock at what I'd just done, at how far I'd fallen. My former life was gone in an instant, I knew. I was a straight mother turned into lesbian whore in less than an hour. My husband, my friends, my family, my daughter, none of them would recognize me, this slutty pussylicker I'd become. And I hadn't stopped it from happening. In fact, I loved it. I couldn't think at all; what would happen to me next?

"You're taken to being a lesbian so quickly," Lisa said from her place on the bed. "I've never seen such a horny slut as you so willing to eat my pussy out. Your mouth was on my cunt like it was a magnet." She laughed, stroking her body with her long fingers.

"Oh, poor Debbie," she said as she looked over at me, her juices drying on my lips, cheeks and chin. My hopeless thoughts must have been written across my face. "Come here."

I stood up woodenly on shaking legs and walked to the bed.

"Look at me, cuntlicker," she said, not unkindly, but with an air of ownership. Lisa's glistening, toned body was spread out before me, her pink nipples, her strong arms and beautiful face shining. Despite my inner turmoil and shame, she was still totally intoxicating. Gazing at her nude form tapped into those latent lesbian desires in me. I was aroused immediately all over again.

"That's right, little Debbie," Lisa said, noticing my swelling nipples and new wetness. "See, it's not so bad, learning what you really want, now is it?" I shook my head, agreeing silently.

"Kiss me," she said. I leaned down and met her luscious lips with mine. My tired, aching tongue was bathed by hers, and soon the heat and passion reignited in my crotch. As we kissed, Lisa's strong right hand traced its way up my inner thigh until her fingers rested on the outer lips of my pussy.

"Here," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. "Here's how you'll be getting off from now on." With sudden speed, she pushed two long fingers into my slick cunt and started pumping them in and out of me. The penetration was exquisite, her fingers knowing just how to caress all the walls of my cunt. I groaned and panted into her mouth as we kissed and she finger-fucked me.

"Ooh, what a nice little pussy," Lisa said as she penetrated me again and again. "I bet hubby has been neglecting this, hasn't he? Don't worry, little Debbie, this little pussy of yours is going to see plenty of new friends. I'm going to be fucking this pussy a lot."

She then slid her long fingers all the way out of my dripping cunt until just her fingertips lightly touched the entrance of my sex. Lisa paused there, no doubt waiting to see if I would react to the new emptiness in my pussy. Through slitted eyes I saw her smile as I, helplessly, pushed myself down onto her fingers, trying to fill the empty spot inside me. Lisa held back for a moment, teasing me.

"Do you want something, little Debbie?" she cooed. "Do you want me to keep finger-fucking your dyke cunt?"

"Oh yes, Lisa," I said, surrendering. "I love being fucked by you. I love your fingers up inside me. Please..." I begged, and let out a moan of pleasure as Lisa obliged me, driving her fingers back into my sopping pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as the mixture of shame, lust, and passion mixed in my mind as this volleyball goddess fucked me.

Lisa crooked her fingers and found my g-spot instinctively and I gasped and nearly lost my balance. The pleasure was intense as she began thumbing my engorged clit. I grabbed on to the headboard with one hand, and my other automatically sought out Lisa's perfect right breast. The wet, squelching sounds of my wet pussy and Lisa's strong fingers filled the basement bedroom.

"Clamp down on my fingers, slut. Show me how much you need me," Lisa said. I did as she ordered, working my cunt muscles tight, now rocking up and down on this lesbian goddess's hand, my small breasts bouncing in time with my gasps. Again and again she penetrated me, sending arcs of pleasure through me that I'd never felt before in my life.

Lisa kept up her assault on my pussy, adding a third finger to her pistoning hand. She leaned up and kissed my neck, bit at my tiny nipples, ran her tongue over my chest. I gasped and moaned, my pussyslit on fire. It was so good, so wrong, so hot.

"What do you want?" she asked above my explosive breathing. "Tell me, slut!"

"I want you to make me cum, Lisa!" I head myself exclaimed in the quiet room. "I want to be a lesbian! Fuck me please, Lisa! Please fuck me!"

The shock of what had gone on in this room, this bedroom where I'd lost my true virginity, the degrading treatment by this beautiful, sexy, athletic girl, the smell of her cunt, the taste of her tongue, the sudden blooming of my desire for female flesh, all welled up in me. I couldn't stop myself; I didn't want to stop myself.

"That's it Debbie. Cum for me, let it all out, that's a good girl," insisted Lisa. "Cum on my hand, bitch!"

And within seconds, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced ripped through me. My pussy clenched on Lisa's strong fingers and intense waves of pure pleasure rocketed out from between my legs, filling me with deep, rich bliss. A guttural moan escaped my lips as I came and came against Lisa's hand. I orgasmed so hard and so long that I collapsed on top of Lisa onto the bed, still shuddering and gasping from the most powerful cum I'd ever had.

Lisa easily rolled me onto her side, my head coming to rest in the crook of her strong shoulder, like I would have been next to my husband. I was still spasming from my cum, shivering and wiped out by the intensely pleasurable experience. I found myself snuggled against Lisa's warm, long, strong body as we lay on top of the bedsheets.

Lisa kissed my sweaty forehead and stroked my hair as I came down from the most powerful orgasm in my life. She murmured sweet, nasty things in my ear, but I could barely make them out. My eyes fluttered, my vision full of the rise of Lisa's magnificent left breast, then closed. I fell unconscious there in the arms of my lesbian seductress like a child drifting off to sleep, my thoughts full of new lesbian desire.


End Chapter 1. If you enjoyed the story or have comments or suggestions, please email me at alex_WDC85@yahoo.com. I'm working on chapter 2. Thanks for reading!

Next: Chapter 2


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