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UNCONVENTIONAL COUPLE (part 1)
Two different worlds find relief and love at Lisa's Twat lesbian club.
by Rabbit Test 5 (rabbit.test.5@gmail.com)
"Yoo-hoo – time to wake up!"
Bethany slowly lifted her eyelids and there in front of her was Joy's smooth, hairless vagina.
"No, not again," the black girl begged, sobbing. "Not now..."
Bethany was in her wheelchair; her shoulder length, wavy hair in pigtails so her head strapped to the headrest was made more possible. Her Asian nurse, Joy, was lying prone but up on her elbows, naked, on the specially designed platform raised to Bethany's head height; the velvety padded flat surface resembled the outline of Joy's lower torso with each leg extending passed the trapped girl's ears: the perfect place for a woman to straddle her victim's head with her crotch into the face of her cornered pawn. Passed the prone girl's hips, the horizontal plane flared where Joy could prop herself to watch Bethany's struggles of anguish.
Joy was Bethany's home care nurse and not your everyday lesbian. Only 3 foot 9 inches in height, the care-giver had a large appetite to serve and to eat pussy. If she were taller, she would have resembled a precocious young Asian schoolgirl with long, black hair down, passed her shoulders. Compact that image down into Joy's little person frame and Bethany had to deal with Joy's concentrated desire for mischief and Sapphic pleasure.
Bethany eyes tried to avoid her nurse inching her sex closer to her face. The puffy genitalia and chubby thighs filled her view until the little woman's box was just barely touching her nose. "Oh, my sweet baby wants this, don't you?", Joy cooed.
The prone woman waved her naturally big clitoris, which extended outside her pussy lips, like a sexy, ragged flag back and forth across the tip of Bethany's nose. "No, no, please stop", the trapped girl sobbed.
"Come on, hon, open up your beautiful mouth and take your medicine." Joy could barely see her captive's glistening, wet nose poking against her folds.
Bethany had the little person's sex almost against her lips now. The cool slickness of Joy's saturated clamshell excretions began to act like a sticky glue with strands of clear juice connecting the trapped girl's mouth to the small girl's love box. The odor of Joy's excitement collected at Bethany's nostrils, invading her senses with a most female scent. The trapped woman's mind was all shook up; her foundation of resistance was collapsing.
The impending connection to her caregiver's crotch offered her warmth, comfort and... and... the trapped girl could not resist, not before - could not resist now - any longer.
The girl went off script, and as she'd done so many times in the past, Bethany opened her mouth wide and accepted Joy's sex into the trapped woman's mouth; Bethany's tongue sprung forward into its familiar home, passed her lover's vaginal canal and straight into the little woman's tight, compact womb.
Joy moaned loudly as her partner's stiff appendage curled inside her pussy, then raked and scooped out the fluids from the little woman's baby-maker cavern. At the same time, Bethany's lips would vibrate from her constant moaning into Joy's sex. And each time she had a mouthful of the little woman's excretions in her mouth, she would purse her lips, latching herself against her lover's cunt while twirling her tongue in the bath of female effusion, savoring it in ecstasy before swallowing the female potion.
The little resistance sex-game play behind them, the lover's continued with their sex.
"That's right, my love. Take your girlie medicine" Joy focused on the trapped girl's need for her affection.
"Uh-huh," Bethany murmured as she tried to rub her face in the little woman's pussy. "I love you Joy. I love my medicine..." Loud smacks and sloppy kisses rained down on the midget's sex.
Joy couldn't get enough of Bethany's fat tongue filling her insides. It made her feel full and loved. If they could have been frozen into a statue for all time to be on display through the Ages, Joy would have been proud that their humble illustration to girls everywhere - woman's mouths and pussy belonged together, forever!
There was just one more thing missing though, Joy thought to herself... she lowered her hips, rolling her pussy back. "Don't forget my special place, my pretty pussy girl."
Bethany anticipated her partner's shift in position at the same time Joy shifted. The trapped woman dragged her tongue from one delicious sanctuary to the more tightly guarded musky, carnal entrance of Joy's anus. But before she broke into the little woman's anal barrier, she made the effort to lap and suck on Joy's perineum. Massaging the area rich in nerve endings made Joy exhale and drop onto her back, groaning her approval.
After many minutes of adoration, and a welcome continual flow of overflowing secretions running from the little woman's vaginal opening into the trapped woman's mouth, Bethany finally extended the tip of her tongue lower to Joy's turgid star.
The little person's anal gateway puckered in varying degrees, undulating. Bethany had always marveled about this part of her lover's body as if her anus had a personality of its own, teasing Bethany on purpose begging her to come inside, and then mock her by trying to push her tongue away. What a drama queen, Bethany thought.
Pushing the little woman's independent, involuntary anal shenanigans aside, the trapped woman drove her oral appendage through the forbidden gate and violated the caregiver's inviolability. Like a snake finding refuge in Joy's anal cavity, the girth of Bethany's tongue widened the entrance until the trapped the woman's jaw was in a fully extended position; her nose acting like a small phallus stabbing at Joy's pussy hole. The little woman's crotch fully enveloped Bethany's face.
And while the larger woman relished her role as a trapped innocent forced into a desperate situation; Joy enjoyed toying with her lover's innocence and need for contact; The feeling of having a grown woman `s tongue buried inside her asshole made her feel dirty and lost in embarrassment; Her perverse thoughts and actions nonetheless made her pussy cream and she wished both her and her lover were on full public display for the world to observe and learn of their love for one another, and in Sapphic righteousness say, "Look at me everyone! I have a woman's tongue all the way up in my asshole and I love it!
"Mom, sis, look at the way my lover is desperate to eat my sex!
"Friends, classmates, coworkers – behold how truly perverse I am: Observe the lengths my private lesbian depravity will go!"
Bethany's nose inhaled the froth of her lover's pussy; her tongue thrusting in and out of Joy's prepubescent-sized anal opening.
God, I love Joy's little body, Bethany thought as her lover bent her knees, wrapping her little legs around her headrest. The trapped black woman was ecstatic being surrounded by her partner's body. So beautiful. So tiny. So female. The trapped woman's mouth devoured all of her lover's sex. Anus. Pussy.
Clit. Lips. Love tunnel. Ragged clitoris. Perineum. Ass cheeks. Thighs. More pussy. More anus... Bethany could not help herself – she was in a full Sapphic frenzy.
The strap around her temples loosened, freeing the patient to ravage her nurse.
Her face was coated with Joy's love juice. Bethany loved being joined to her lover in this way – pussy in mouth, warm thighs against her ears, the scent of womanhood connecting her to the insides of the woman she truly loved and hungered for...
... then came the familiar scream of pleasure; The audible tremors and slapping of bare skin against the platform; The loud smacks and slurping and sucking of flesh and liquid; The heavy breathing...
In the end, Joy was left flat on her back breathing heavily, her legs relaxed, wide open. Her head free to move, Bethany lazily captured all the leaking girly juice that continued to seep out of her little lover, and for the next hour, the women remained in their respective positions, relaxed, and content. Bethany continued to ever so slowly and gently use the flat of her tongue to lap the little woman's sex and ever so patiently re-penetrate Joy's pussy and anus, massaging the passageways into a hypnotic sleep...
... until finally, Joy inched her waist back far enough to reposition herself upright, sitting.
Smiling down at her lover, the little woman then swung her feet over the platform side and hopped to the ground. Even standing next Bethany in her wheelchair, the midget still looked undersized for the task of caregiver. Releasing the chair break, Joy pulled Bethany away from the platform and took her into the bedroom.
Bethany was an Iraqi war veteran. An IED had taken her patrol, most of her left arm and both legs above the knees. Adjustment after coming home was difficult for her. Her marriage fell apart. Then divorce.
Then her family, while verbally supportive, shied away from her, effectively leaving the black ex-soldier on her own, at the VA until she could find caregiver support on her own.
Joy chose nursing and healthcare despite her stature, although most institutions couldn't use her because she lacked the height and overall size and dexterity required of an RN in a hospital setting.
Though licensed and certified, Joy found employment as a practicing nurse fleeting. That was then when she decided to work part time at the lesbian club called "Lisa's Twat".
Joy was a blue blood lesbian. While growing up, her small size attracted both men and women. But because she grew up with women - they got to her first, pouncing on her little person innocence. And
Joy took to it: she was sucking on breasts and eating pussy since she was ten. Girls her own age liked her because they like the illusion of a younger girl having sex with them. When Joy came of age, the older women snatched her up to fulfill their fantasies of little girl sex or infantilism.
At "Lisa's Twat", Joy worked the Nurse Ward: a fantasy setting for lesbians who have a nurse fetish.
Here was where Joy met Bethany.
Bethany, though not a lesbian at the time, was not totally unfamiliar with women-women sex. Aside from the usual adolescent experimentation girls have when they were younger; in the military, homosexual women were not all that uncommon. Sometimes, she could hear some of her female comrades having oral sex after lights out in the barracks; Other times she'd walk into the lavatory to find some cadet on her knees eating the pussy of a fellow soldier.
Only when she was really hard up for sex, missing her husband, etc., would she wander into a lavatory stall and wait for a pussy eater to offer her mouth.
After many months following her discharge from the military, Bethany was lonely for companionship.
She cried when she was by herself and had virtually no prospects of intimacy coming her way. Who wants to love a scarred-up, crippled black woman anyways, she would lament to herself.
It was another disabled female soldier who suggested she visit the lesbian club.
"But I'm not gay," Bethany would protest.
"You don't have to be," the soldier told her. "Just go and let them do all the work. Let them help you."
The "Lisa's Twat" lesbian club was a labyrinth of girl love fantasy and empowerment. Most woman could only dream of what wonderful visions the club could satisfy, sometimes, as a consequence, turning the straightest of girls queer.
Bethany rolled into the club and went down the club's Sapphic offerings: The Farm, Baby Daycare, Cowgirls and Indians, the Kissing Club, Pussy-Go-Go, Hippie Swingin' `60s... on and on the venues went with almost every female on female fantasy one could think of. It was then Bethany came upon the Hospital Ward offering.
She was escorted to the Hospital Ward where she was placed in a hospital bed in a private room. Soft, very relaxing instrumental music played in the background, almost inaudible.
After a couple of minutes, the door on her right opened and in stepped this very short woman in a nurse's uniform. She had shiny black hair, and wore a sexy one-piece nurse uniform, dark red/maroon with white stockings and small bonnet. The top of her dress dipped so low, the tops of her breasts floated in the open air.
"Hi, I'm Joy," she smiled. "Let's start you with a sponge bath, shall we?"
Instinctively, Bethany pulled the hospital bed blanket up to her chest with her right arm.
Standing next to the bed on Bethany's right side, Joy lowered the bed. Recognizing the ex-soldier's apprehension, she placed a hand on Bethany's shoulder. "It's OK, honey. Really. I'm a real nurse.
Licensed and everything. I've been helping girls from Ft. Madden for years. No surprises."
She then leaned over and kissed Bethany on the cheek.
"I'm... I'm not a lesbian..." the disabled girl blurted.
Joy only smiled. "That's OK honey. We can work on that..."
The woman in the bed looked fearful until the nurse again placed her hand on her shoulder. "Just kidding," she said.
Joy lowered the head of the bed until Bethany was flat on her back. Then she slowly removed all of the handicapped girl's clothing. Naked and self-conscious, the supine black woman was very uncomfortable being on display. At the sink preparing for Bethany's cleaning, Joy tried to take the woman's mind off of her nakedness.
"You're a very attractive woman, Bethany. Do you have any lovers?"
"N-no," the black woman stammered, visibly trembling.
"That's a shame," the nurse said. "If I could – I'd snatch you up in a second!"
The nurse then moved over next to the bed. She wrung out the warm soapy water from her sponge and then began to wipe at Bethany's skin. The little woman's touch alone seemed to calm the ex-soldier's shaking.
"You are a beautiful woman," she said, starting the sponge across Bethany's chest. Aside from some scarring on Bethany's left side and abdomen, her torso was unblemished. Joy slowly wiped across and down the woman's chest, then focused her attention on Bethany's ample size C breasts.
After adding more soap to her sponge, Joy massaged and kneaded her client's tits, paying special attention to her wonderfully pointed nipples. She'd run the sponge from one breast to the other letting the fluffy, porous surface snag gently on each nubbin before it sprung free and straight up in the air. Joy half expected to hear a `twang' each time Bethany's nipples rebounded.
As her sponge hand moved to the underside of her patient's left breast, the nurse leaned over the girl.
Looking at the supine woman's nipples and then locking eyes, she asked, "May I?"
For an instant, Bethany looked confused. Then realized the nurse's intent. Apprehensive, she nodded her approval, and nurse Joy lowered her mouth to Bethany's right tit, clamping her mouth onto her patient's nipple.
Bethany didn't know how to react as the nurse began suckling. The caregiver's mouth was so small as if a child was at her breast. In contrast, Joy's velvety tongue convinced her the little woman knew what she was doing. The nurse took pride in her breast sucking – always to get a rise out of a nipple, no matter how small or soft.
As Joy nursed, her hands were still in motion: Her left hand slid underneath Bethany's shoulder and neck, holding her, while her right hand continued soaping and sponging the black girl's belly to the top of her mons.
Bethany was finally able to relax and placed her right arm around the diminutive caregiver's bent over waist firmly holding the nurse's side. Just the act of holding Joy, with Joy latched to her, brought tears to the disabled girl's eyes.
She hadn't been close to any other human being since being wounded in battle years ago. Instinctively,
Bethany raised her left arm, as if to run her fingers through Joy's hair and caress her, but the shortened stump of her upper arm simply lifted off the mattress.
Moving across the prone woman's chest, the nurse fastened onto Bethany's left tit, bringing her right hand and sponge to the woman's left shoulder and slowly began to stroke/massage her patient's left appendage gently. Bethany could only weep silently as the little olive skinned nurse took care of her.
A short time later, the nurse had soaped her patient's pussy, but not before Joy had moved to the foot of the bed, crawled up on her belly between Bethany's upper legs and massaged and licked and sucked on the black girl's shortened thighs.
Then, running her little nose up and down the ex-soldier's labia for several minutes, Joy was taken by the womanhood at her nose. "You have a gorgeous pussy, Bethany. Do you know that?"
Bethany had tried to trim her crotch hair with her one good hand the best she could before coming to the club hoping not to embarrass herself. Still, the black woman wasn't sure if the little woman was being truthful, and only moaned an affirmative.
"You have the cutest little button right here..." Joy snatched Bethany's clit and began to nibble.
Suddenly, the black girl arched her back and her hips shook. Joy hung on, pulling her patient's sex deeper into her mouth, always nibbling. It only took seconds before the handicapped woman orgasmed into the midget's mouth.
"Oh, nice!" Joy murmured into the black pussy.
Both women groaned as Joy sucked and mashed her lips all over Bethany's pussy, consuming the frothy discharge. Then the little woman got off the bed and resumed her care for her black ward.
"I'll bet you feel better now!"
Bethany could only smile and sigh in relief. She became totally compliant and trusted everything Joy did to her. The nurse's manipulations were taking care of her patient both physically and mentally.
Turning the amputee over, the little woman washed and massaged Bethany's backside, planting love kisses over her back and ass while she focused her sponge-play on the black girl's brown star. "I could fall asleep on these wonderful globes, Bethany. Have you ever had someone just fall asleep on these?"
Switching modes, Joy then oiled up her hands and continued massaging Bethany's crack and rectum.
"Wow, I could get lost in here for hours!", the little woman wished out loud.
Joy's charge blushed and squirmed as the nurse slipped her middle finger inside the woman's asshole and could only smile and relax as the little woman eventually mounted the bed again.
Still on her stomach, the relaxed girl could feel the midget's thighs press against the inside of hers until, all of a sudden, the amputee felt something prod her pussy from behind. Looking behind her, the handicapped woman saw that Joy was naked and had a strap-on mounted against her chubby hips: the tip of which was rubbing against the black girl's dripping vagina.
"Her, baby, let's get you up on your legs," Joy nudged. The handicapped girl lifted her thighs to rest on the ends bringing her ass up to the perfect height for meeting Joy's pelvis. "Oh, you are a pretty sight," the nurse said, wrapping her short arms around the black woman's waist and resting her head against the top of her bottom.
Her chest still against the bed, Bethany's ass was in the air. Joy broke contact for a moment before repositioning the dildo. Slowly, the nurse guided the stiff phallus inside her patient's pussy. After a couple of strokes, the little woman had the sex toy buried all the way inside her black lover; Joy's belly pressed against Bethany's ass cheeks. The warmth of the two women connected in this way seemed to lock them in a harmonious coupling that was meant to be. Fully penetrated, the two formed a union, female to female that was not lost on either nurse or patient.
Joy rubbed her tits against the soft, black flesh. "You are sooo warm, my love! You make my nipples hard."
Indeed, Bethany couldn't help but notice the two pointy, diamond-like nubbins drag against her skin, making her more wet and in the moment; she began to cry again.
"What's wrong, baby. Am I hurting you?"
"N... nnoo... it's just... it's been so long..."
Joy hugged her patient tighter, her little arms grasping the girl's sides. She then sucked on the flesh of the black woman's lower back, "I know, honey.
"Let's make this one last for a while. OK?"
Bethany could only grunt an affirmative and sob quietly as Joy straightened and fucked her patient for the next thirty minutes – sometimes fast, other times slow, but always methodical keeping the handicapped woman on the edge of an orgasm.
As the nurse's belly slapped into the patient's ass, the more the aroma of Bethany's fucked pussy filled her nostrils; The black girl's pussy lubricant atomized into vapor for the little woman to breathe into her lungs.
Joy loved pussy: loved women: loved eating and fucking women. With one hand braced against her lover's lower back, the Asian took her other hand and traced it up and down Bethany's crack, massaging her hole, her pussy lips wrapped around the rubber phallus, her slippery, gooey clit. All slick and wet, Joy introduced her thumb to Bethany's rectum further anchoring the little captain to her dark whale.
Forty-two minutes into the fuck, the handicapped woman cried out as the black pussy exploded re- greasing the rubber dick with copious amounts of pussy cream. Joy had since slowed down her thrusting to more of an undulating rhythm.
Going on forty-five minutes, the liquid thickened into a white film until finally, the little one stopped, and the white film seemed to bond the toy inside the patient. With a swoop of her hand, the nurse drifted smoothly out of the harness without her patient even knowing.
Leaving the dildo sheathed inside the handicapped woman, Bethany felt the pointed diamonds scrape further up the skin of her back until she felt the little woman at the nape of her neck, feeling like a light backpack against her shoulder blades.
Joy had the turgid thumb used inside Bethany's rectum, in her mouth and was sucking on it like a child.
The women laid there, exhausted and warm. Joy eventually slid over one side of Bethany, as the black girl rolled over and cradled the little woman sucking her thumb. The black woman put her lips to the top of Joy's head and held her like a child before they drifted off for a nap.
Bethany woke with the nurse between her legs, shaving her pussy properly. Joy smiled at her knowingly.
Then she shaved Bethany's thighs and moisturized her stumps. Not done, the nurse washed and cleaned the beautiful black girl's pussy and asshole.
"Let's get you dolled up, girl!" The nurse went on to wheelchair her charge through the door on the left into a room decked out like a salon.
"Why are we doing all of this?" The black girl was mystified.
"I want to take you to dinner," the nurse moved to the front of the chair. "Will you have dinner with me, love?"
The black girl wasn't used to being swept off her feet (no pun intended). "Yes, that sound's nice."
Joy gave Bethany a quick kiss on the lips; the girl blushed.
The little woman took her time washing Bethany's long wavy hair, then did her nails and applied some makeup. Finally, she dressed the black girl into a gorgeous black sequined dress that exposed the handicapped woman's tantalizing cleavage.
"Wow! You look great!" the nurse fondled her patient's breasts through her dress.
Joy put on a sexy purple one piece dress that when down to her knees.
Ready, the little woman wheeled the black girl across the club complex to the restaurant where they had dinner and got to know each other better. Both women admired each other's heaving tits glowing in the candlelight and they often held hands.
After dinner, Joy took Bethany back to the hospital room where the bed was remade and the room smelled fresh.
Joy lower the bed and assisted her ward. "You look ravaging, Bethany."
Facing each other with the black woman at the edge of the bed, the nurse put her hand on her patient's inner thigh and kneaded her flesh. Then the little hand slipped under the dress. Bethany groaned when
Joy touched her sex.
After few minutes, the little woman moved onto the bed as Bethany went on her back. With both hands, the caregiver pulled off the handicapped woman's panties.
"I want to try something... I think you're going to like it," Joy smiled. Bethany felt totally safe in the nurse's hands and trusted her completely.
"You can do anything you want..." Bethany crossed her right arm over her chest and squeezed her left breast over the dinner dress.
Joy sat on the side of the bed with her little legs dangling over the side. With her right hand, she ran her short fingers over the black girl's recently trimmed mons. The women just gazed at each other as the little hand got slicked with pussy juice.
Adjusting her fanny further up the side of the bed, Joy was able to insert her fingers inside Bethany's vaginal opening; The black girl's cream was more than enough lubricant for the deed.
The handicapped girl's breathing became more labored as the little woman was able to slip her entire hand inside the black pussy. Bethany widened her thighs more as Joy reached deeper inside her lover's twat.
"You like that, honey?"
The black girl couldn't speak, but nodded vigorously.
Joy rolled onto her hip fluidly, facing Bethany – her purple dress barely out of place – but her breasts seemed to revolt against the tightened material and tried to make a break for it and pop out, but the top kept them arrested inside regardless of how much the little woman's tit flesh bulged.
With her free hand, she lifted the hem of the handicapped girl's dress and exposed her shortened thighs. Dropping her head, the little one kissed and suck on one of the black girl's legs.
Bethany used the bed controller to lift her upper body enough to watch the little woman work.
As the nurse pumped, her forearm glistened. Bethany's eyes wandered in ecstasy until she realized she was staring at Joy's beautifully rounded knees. She then followed with her eyes the trail from the little woman's thighs as they disappeared into the darkness of her sexy purple dress.
Carnal thoughts began to spring into her mind as the nurse relaxed her hand inside the black woman's womb and danced across her internal rough patch forcing her pussy to contract uncontrollably. With her right hand, Bethany slid between the little woman's legs.
Still slobbering over the black woman's thigh, Joy simply lifted her upper leg to give her black patient a clear road to her own weeping sex.
The black woman slid further inside the purple landscape until it came to a dead end. Forming a cup with her fingers, Bethany took the little woman's sex in her hand.
The dampness in her hand, the softness of Joys pussy sent a shock straight into her own vaginal cavern where the nurse began pistoning her arm vigorously, and suddenly Bethany erupted.
Crying out, the room echoed her bliss as her body convulsed and abdomen went rock hard. The black woman gritted her teeth and mimicked a woman giving birth, trying to expelled all her internal fluids through her vagina. Joy was still pumping, but the hole seemed larger and her arm seemed to be floating in a super slick frictionless container.
Bethany's orgasm caused her hand to grasp Joy's pussy and twist her fingers over the delicate flesh. Joy groaned her orgasm into the love bite she created inside the black woman's thigh.
Eventually, as the nurse slowed her pumping arm, her patient's womb began to tighten its grip on her.
And they laid like that.
Bethany, eyes closed, on her back in her wonderful black dress, her thighs apart, her hand holding another woman's pussy with pussy juice coating her fingers: Joy, in her sexy purple dress opened partway up her thigh, on her side bent over the black woman's thigh, her lips mashed against the cool black skin, a patch of which was still sucked up into her mouth, one arm resting inside her patient's pussy partway out, her other arm against the black woman's side, holding the fleshy hip.
They laid like that until all the euphoria drained from their bodies.
After a little clean-up, Bethany cradled Joy again against her chest as the little one nursed on one of her nipples. The black woman replaced her hand up under the little woman's dress and cupped her pussy as they both fell asleep.