HOW WOMEN HUG, CHAPTER 3
Dear Hostboard friends:
Short, sweet and to the point, here is the resolution to this tale. Whether or not it’s logical is for you to decide. There’s a few chuckles, but mostly it’s that woman to woman duel we all come here for. I hope you will enjoy it.
NOTE: In order to not take up too much space on page one, my future stories will all have their subsequent chapters added to the original post, as soon as I can figure out how to do that. I will no longer post each chapter individually, as I have unwittingly done up until now.
JASMINE AND ANITA, THE DENOUEMENT
by a.penman
Anita Benson stood face to face with her flatmate, Jasmine Reyes. The two busty roommates stood naked, immersed in the long suppressed desires that had been stirred by a frolicking tit tussle for the benefit of David Coleman. A lengthy session of breast bashing and crushing was all it took to get them so overheated that it was necessary to send him on his way so that they could follow this evening’s playfulness to its logical conclusion. It was now quite clear that they had both fantasized about sex with each other since the day that Jasmine moved into Anita’s flat. Now, here they stood, eye to eye and nipple to nipple.
After a quick, shared shower to remove all oily residue from their bodies, they toweled each other off. The ritual only served to add sparks to the embers. Next, came a traditional post shower application of lotion for the sole purpose of moistening and softening their skin. This was good. It made sense as the two women would soon be in an epidermal engagement…soft skin would soon be engaged with soft skin.
Anita watched as Jasmine took the time to work in a light coating of her best lotion to the slightly swollen lips of her pudenda. The few soft strokes required to accomplish this task were all that was needed to bring her sizable clitoris to a state of attention. A fascinated Anita looked on as Jasmine turned her pussy into an edible, fit for licking, sucking and a whole lot more.
“Oh my,” Anita mused, “I never thought of that.”
“Perhaps you should. A girl should keep her pussy lips soft and silky, don’t you agree?”
Anita nodded, “I agree!”
Then Jasmine passed the expensive, all natural skin lotion to her roommate.
Anita took the lotion, administered a few drops to the middle and index fingers of her right hand, then softly applied it to her plump pussy lips. Jasmine watched, enraptured, her twat tingling as an excess of saliva formed in her mouth.
“To eat or to fuck? That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to devour the lushness of such tasty flesh, or to take an opposing position ‘tween the thighs of such wonder and, by opposing them, ejaculate them?”…Shakespeare, Othello.
“That’s Hamlet, not Othello!” Anita corrected.
“Oops! Sorry, just trying to add a little class to the story.”
“Well, we are talking about A. Penman here. Adding a touch of class might be a lost cause.”
“I suppose you’re right, the man’s a charlatan.”
They both chuckled.
Anita smiled, “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”
Jasmine eagerly agreed.
Alongside Anita’s queen sized bed, they stood hand in hand, eyes locked in expressions of newfound desires they had never expected. Anita made the first move, but Jasmine responded almost instantly.
The initial scrape of nipple on nipple was electrifying, just like it was earlier that evening. Only now, they were alone. No play-acting, no pretense, just two roommates discovering each other.
“How is it we’ve never done this before?” Anita wondered out loud.
“I don’t know…I suppose we were both caught up in conventional thinking.”
“About what?”
“About what’s proper between two beautiful women with fantastic breasts.”
Anita nodded her agreement. And then, the fury of repressed longings washed over them like a Tsunami. Six months…six months of clandestine desires that had been sublimated to the back of their minds now exploded in the meeting of two bodies.
They grunted and groaned as they tumbled into bed, each woman scrambling to renew the body connection that had been partly lost in the fall. Their lips locked. Effusive amounts of saliva escaped the corners of their mouths, saturating the pillowcase. Through the heavy breathing and torrid kissing, Anita blurted out a silly question.
“How much foreplay do we need here?”
Jasmine shook her head in disbelief.
“Are you kidding me? We’ve been engaged in foreplay for the last three and a half hours! We need to just go at it and fuck the living shit out of each other! Fuck until we’re exhausted! Fuck until we can’t fuck anymore!”
The blond then rolled the brunette and mounted her.
“Now what?”
“Oh come on, Anita, you went to college, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“In college, every girl ‘experiments’ with lesbian sex. It’s the law.”
“That was just one time…and we used our fingers…oh, and a dildo.”
“Crude, but effective, I suppose. But tonight, it’s just going to be two hot naked pussies.”
“Is that why you bumped your mound into mine?”
“Exactly!” Jasmine grinned.
“Wow, that subtle crotch bump sent waves of lust through my entire body.”
“That was the whole idea, sweetie. We battled with our tits. Now it’s time for our girls to grind.”
Anita took a second to carefully realign her tits fully with Jasmine’s soft beauties. Once again, the two women gasped at the sensual pleasure of this boob on boob tryst. Then she gave her stunning roommate exactly what she wanted as she situated her pussy directly above Jasmine’s twat. Their pelvises began to slowly rock together. They made the adjustments needed to bring their lady lips into a loving caress. Jasmine emitted a sound from her chest she never knew resided in her. Anita’s technique seemed to improve with each stroke.
“We didn’t do this in college. Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing just fine, baby girl. Unggh!!!”
Anita noted the ever increasing wetness of Jasmine’s pussy. She figured she was doing nicely. But her mind was completely blown when she felt her girly cock slip past Jasmine’s outer labia to swim in her abundant juices. But as if that wasn’t enough, Jasmine shifted a millimeter to the left and established a full on clit to clit assignation.
“Oh my gawd!!!” Anita wailed.
Jasmine bucked beneath her. Anita thrust downward, her clit pressing hard to Jasmine’s.
“Fuuuccckkk!!!” screamed Jasmine.
Then came the explosions of cum that had been slowly simmering deep in their loins for the last three hours. The two women oozed and gushed ejaculate into each other. One last thrust of hips, keeping their slotted cunts together, and Anita collapsed. Jasmine held her tightly, kissing her neck and sucking her earlobes.
“That was incredible!” said a physically spent Anita.
Then, without breaking their body connection, Jasmine rolled Anita onto her back, looked her squarely and sincerely in the eyes, then asked the question of the night.
“Wanna scissor fuck?”
Anita thought about it, ran the anatomical logistics through her head, got a clear mental image and then gasped loudly, becoming visibly turned on at the idea.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jasmine teased.
She smiled, disentangled herself. Moving her body artfully, she arranged her sexy legs with Anita’s in the classic position for such and encounter.
Anita raised herself to her elbows in order to look down at her fate. This was the first good look she got at Jasmine’s sweet meat and it made her shiver. They looked longingly into each other’s eyes, then back at each other’s trickling twats. Anita then returned William Shakespeare to the discourse.
“To fuck, or not to fuck? That is the question.”
Jasmine responded with a forward thrust that shook Anita to her foundation.
“To fuck! Oh my god…TO FUCK!” The blonde cried out as the brunette meticulously folded their lush labia into a squirming mass of locked woman flesh.
“Oh fuck, Jaz, where did you learn how to do this?”
“You dummy, this is how my college lesbian lover did it to me…how we did it to each other. We liked it so much, we ended up doing it a couple of times a week. But it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Just this way? No dildos? Ever?”
“Dildos? We didn’t need no stinking dildos! We had our hard, horny clits and we loved to stick them into each other…we loved to grind them and fence with them.”
“You sexy slut!” said an impressed Anita.
“This sexy slut is going to fuck that pussy of yours real good.”
Thrilled by the potential of what was to come, Anita instinctively grabbed Jasmine’s leg and forced their cunts even tighter.
“Attagirl, give it to me!” came Jasmine’s throaty response.
“Give it back, woman.”
“Oh, I’m gonna give it back. Imma fuck your pussy ’til you squeal with delight. Imma fuck your pussy ’til the dawn’s early light.”
“Well then, God bless the USA!”
With a firm grip on each other’s right leg, the ladies instinctively began to rotate their pelvises in opposing, tight left to right circles. This not only created a goose bump raising friction between the thick outer lips, it also had the added benefit of opening them up to each other. Soon they could feel a sinfully delicious contact of their inner-most, more sensitive flesh. Both women now anticipated what was next. Anita was the first to engage. She kept her rotation tight and slowly dragged her clitoris across the length of Jasmine’s shaft. Jasmine’s entire body convulsed then relaxed. Now it was her turn. Her clit found its throbbing sister shaft and stroked it, length to length. Anita couldn’t hold back an agonized yowl. What followed next was the natural progression of a pussy to pussy skirmish. Despite being buried deep in female secretions, the women somehow managed to maintain an excruciating, mind-expanding contact between the two sex horns. Stroke after delectable stroke seemed to levitate them to another level, an etherial plane where the rest of their bodies became spiritual essence and the only physical sensation was the deep labia lock between their thighs. It was…transcendence.
There was no way of knowing how many times each of them had climaxed. Mostly they convulsed in orgasms that were mutual, but each of them had gone off a number of times individually. There had been so much ejaculate that escaped the thick lipped connection, a large wet spot had formed on the bed sheet. This didn’t matter to either of them, as long as their pussies continued to fuck.
Around three forty-five AM the two energy depleted lovers drifted off to sleep with their thighs still locked.
At work the next day, Dave Coleman noted a dead-tired Anita Benson and a fatigued Jasmine Reyes. He smiled to himself, knowingly.
THE END, SERIOUSLY
