Message-ID: <26608asstr$970431006@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: fieryermine@hotmail.com (The Fiery Ermine)
Reply-to: fieryermine@hotmail.com
X-Original-Message-ID: <39d770ea.4906499@news.pacbell.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 10:16:59 PDT
Subject: {ASSM} Full Circle pt. 2 of 2 (The Challenge cont) (F/F/F) comments welcome
Date: Sun,  1 Oct 2000 16:10:07 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26608>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw, gill-bates

Full Circle pt. 2

c. 2000 Fiery Ermine


	"Oh, hi Susan. You know Leslie." Christine smiled broadly at
Susan while wiping some of Leslie's cum from her face. Then she began
giggling, hugging Leslie close to her again. 
	The two naked women looked up at Susan, who stood nervously
with her hands clasped in front of her. It was strange to be standing
there in the small room fully clothed, both of her female lovers lying
on the bed, naked. 
	Susan didn't know what to say. Clearly, Christine wasn't upset
with her for spying. Susan wasn't really clear on what her goal was
when she came into the room, but she was pretty sure it had something
to do with sex. Leslie stared up at her with a knowing smile. Susan
shrugged.
	"So, what are you doing up there with your clothes on?" Leslie
said, finally. 
	"I'm sorry, um, I didn't want to bother you. I just, um, I was
just passing by and I, um, saw you and I haven't seen Leslie
for...I..." Susan stopped and shrugged. She thought that now would be
a good time to leave, but instead she stood there gawking at the two
naked girls. Her eyes drifting to their shaved pussies, then up to
Christine's cum-covered, smiling face. "I was just over to see if
Christine wanted to...spend time together. "
	Christine moaned and closed her eyes. "Yeah, lover. I feel
horny as hell." She sat up and looked at Susan with a big smile.
"Would you suck my pussy?" Christine spread her legs, exposing her
pink pussy lips. Susan looked over at Leslie, who smiled back. Susan
then sank to her knees between Christine's legs. She placed her hands
on Christine's knees and moved her full, wide lips toward Christine's
hairless cunt. 
	"Not so fast." Said Leslie. She moved around Susan, settling
behind her and holding her around the waist. "You have to take your
clothes off." Leslie's hands came up to caress Susan's large, heavy
breasts then to undo the buttons of her blouse. Susan thought to
protest, but she remained silent. Susan raised her arms to let Leslie
pull her shirt off. Leslie then unbuttoned Susan's long denim skirt.
Susan stood up to step out of it, now dressed in only bra, panties and
her tennis shoes and socks. She looked down at her two lovers. 
It was very strange to have them both here. She realized that she had
been jealous when she had watched them having sex. She was unsure
which of them she was jealous about, but her jealousy was paled by her
excitement. Both of them smiled up at her as she began to remove her
bra, exposing her big, heavy breasts with their large pink nipples.
Christine's smile was enthusiastic, excited. Susan felt that Christine
might have feelings for her that went beyond sex. This worried Susan,
since she didn't have the same feelings for Christine, but sex with
her was addictive and Susan couldn't deny her when she asked for it.
She'd refused to let Christine bring her to orgasm, but eating
Christine's shaved pussy made her very excited and it provided good
fantasy material for later. Susan would never admit to Christine, or
herself, how many times Christine had made her come in Susan's
imagination. 
	Leslie's smile was confident; like she knew more about Susan
than Susan did. It was the same smile Leslie had worn that first night
when Susan had gotten drunk and let Leslie lick her to orgasm at the
party. It was still the best orgasm that she'd ever had. She'd avoided
Leslie since then. Susan was afraid of how much she wanted Leslie to
do it again. She craved Leslie even more than she craved Christine.
Still, she steadfastly held on to the idea that she could still lead a
normal, heterosexual existence. That dream seemed increasingly out of
reach as she pulled down her panties, exposing her reddish-brown pubic
hair.  She stepped out of her panties and stood before the other two
naked women. Leslie knelt on the floor looking up at her still smiling
that knowing smile. Christine leaned back on the bed on her elbows and
giggled. Susan suspected that Christine was drunk, since Susan
couldn't smell marijuana. 
	Susan knew that she wouldn't be able to refuse to receive
cunnilingus this time. She was about to have sex with two girls at the
same time. She had to admit her bisexuality to even herself. It
bothered her and made her hesitate. It bothered her even more to know
that she knew she was going to go through with it. Most of all, it
disturbed her even more to think that there was no way she would ever
get into this situation with two guys. It made her wonder which gender
she preferred. She covered her breasts with her arms. Christine's
smile disappeared suddenly and she turned away, closing her legs and
rolling onto her side. Leslie's smile wavered, but only briefly. 
	Leslie stood and looked Susan in the eyes; she leaned forward
very slowly, bringing her mouth to Susan's. Susan closed her eyes and
kissed Leslie back gently and briefly. Susan's knees felt weak as they
kissed again, this time with more passion. Susan felt Leslie's hands
guiding Susan's arms away from her breasts. Susan could feel Leslie's
nipple rings rubbing against Susan's big, soft breasts as their
kissing continued to grow in intensity. 
	Susan could feel Christine come up behind her and press
herself against her. Christine's body was very soft compared to
Leslie's strong, lean form. Christine's hand went to Susan's face and
turned her away from Leslie's kiss, to Leslie's slight surprise.
Christine began kissing Susan in earnest from over Susan's shoulder,
sucking Susan's lips and tongue so hard sometimes that it almost hurt.
Susan turned away from Leslie and toward Christine. Christine and
Susan resumed their kissing. Christine's kissing calmed down below the
pain threshold, but it still did not lack for passion. 
	Leslie settled in behind Susan, her hands worked their way
between Christine and Susan's chests, and Leslie began to caress
Susan's breasts while kissing Susan's neck and cheek. She moved her
hands down to Susan's waist then Leslie started kissing her way down
Susan's back. Susan had never felt anything like she was feeling now.
She felt the soft form of Christine against the front of her body
while she kissed her, and she felt Leslie's soft lips and breasts
against her back. Susan felt so aroused she could barely stand up.
Christine and Leslie's hands touched each other from opposite sides of
Susan. Christine began to kiss her way down Susan's neck. Two sets of
soft lips kissed her from opposite sides of her body. Christine began
to caress Susan's large, soft breasts as Christine's mouth moved down
to lick and suck Susan's nipples. Leslie was kissing Susan's buttocks,
making her way down to Susan's thighs where Leslie's tongue flicked
the soft flesh of Susan's thighs near her pussy.  Susan stood with her
legs further apart, hoping that Leslie would begin eating her cunt
soon, but she knew Leslie liked to tease. Christine continued to
attack Susan's breasts voraciously as Leslie finally began to tongue
Susan's wet pussy lips from behind. Leslie's tongue flicked quickly
across Susan's labia, barely touching them.
	It was almost too much for Susan and her knees nearly buckled.
Leslie slipped her head between Susan's legs and turned around, so
that she was between Christine and Susan, facing Susan's pussy. Leslie
began to lick and kiss Susan's thighs again. Leslie ran her tongue
through Susan's pubic hair. Leslie grasped Susan's buttocks and
finally began to lick and suck Susan's pussy lips again; this time
with a bit more vigor. Susan began to moan, and Leslie hadn't even
started on her clit. Christine stopped kissing Susan's breasts and
began to watch Leslie. Christine sank to her knees beside Leslie
watching her raptly. Susan stepped back so that both women knelt in
front of her. Leslie looked up at her with that knowing smile, but
this time the lower half of her face was covered in Susan's juices.
Christine stared alternately at Leslie and up at Susan. Christine's
mouth was open in a sort of awe. Christine looked back at Leslie and
moved in close to Leslie's face. Christine began to lick Susan's
juices from Leslie's face. Leslie closed her eyes and smiled. They
began to kiss, performing a playful dance with their tongues. 
	Christine suddenly broke the kiss and looked up at Susan, who
had been watching attentively. Christine looked down at Susan's
breasts, then her pussy. She crawled between Susan's legs and began
eating her. 
	Christine showed none of the subtlety that Leslie had shown.
She licked and sucked Susan's pussy lips and then licked and sucked
Susan's clit. Two fingers made their way into Susan's pussy and began
pumping her as Christine continued to lick. Leslie started to work her
way in next to Christine. Susan spread her legs wider as Leslie's
tongue worked its way in next to Christine's and Susan had two
beautiful women licking her pussy at the same time. Susan stared at
their beautiful faces as their tongues battled for position on her
clit. Susan decided she couldn't stand up any more, so she moved over
and lay back on the bed. The two women continued to lick her pussy and
kiss each other alternately until Leslie finally gave up and moved
behind Christine, cradling Christine's breasts and kissing her neck. 
	Christine began to concentrate extra hard on eating Susan's
pussy. She re-inserted two fingers and resumed pumping and twisting
them in and out of Susan's wet, slippery pussy and continued to lick
and suck Susan clitoris. Susan sat up and watched Christine's cute
face between her legs. Leslie was kissing Christine's neck. Susan was
beginning to lose herself in the feeling of Christine's cunnilingus.
Leslie dropped down and lay down underneath Christine positioning her
face underneath Christine's pussy. Christine tensed up and paused in
her pleasuring of Susan as Leslie's lips and tongue begin to make
contact with Christine's shaved pussy, but Christine concentrated and
continued to lick, suck and finger-fuck Susan's pussy, though her
efforts were now broken by the occasional moan. Susan sat up further
so that she could see Leslie's head moving underneath Christine in the
slow, almost methodical way that Leslie had brought Susan to orgasm
that first time. The memory of that moment melded with the sensation
of Christine's tongue, lips and fingers and Susan began to feel an
intense wave of pleasure wash over her. Her body began to tense and
her hips began to quiver, signifying the onset of an orgasm. 
	She grabbed Christine's hair and began to moan loudly as her
excitement peaked. Her muscles tensed and wave and wave of intense
pleasure washed through her, almost blinding her with euphoria. She
fought to keep her eyes open looking down at Christine. Christine's
face was so pretty. Her eyes were closed, she smiled as she continued
to lick Susan's cunt until Susan's moans subsided and Susan pushed her
away, her clitoris becoming too sensitive to withstand any more
sensual contact for the moment. 
	Christine's eyes remained closed as she leaned back away from
Susan. The smile remained on Christine's face. Susan had almost
forgotten that Leslie was still eating Christine's pussy. Susan sat up
to watch as Leslie worked expertly on Christine's hairless cunt. Susan
got off the bed, knelt next to Christine and began kissing Christine's
cheek and running her hands over Christine's small breasts. Christine
opened her eyes and looked at Susan. Christine's smile faded away as
she began to moan, still looking deep into Susan's eyes. Susan was
amazed to think that she was looking into the eyes of a woman who was
being brought to orgasm by someone else. It was more erotic than she'd
imagined. 
	Susan began to kiss Christine's lips, but Christine was too
aroused to even kiss back. 
	"Oh, Leslie!" moaned Christine. "Oh Leslie. I'm gonna come!"
Christine looked down at the beautiful woman between her legs.
Christine's body stiffened and she closed her eyes again. "Oh, Leslie.
Ohhhh. Ohhh. Ohhh. OH! OH! OHHHHHHHH!" Christine gritted her teeth for
several seconds, as it seemed every muscle in Christine's body tensed
up. Susan could feel a light sweat break out on Christine's body.
Susan had never given Christine an orgasm this intense. Susan felt
jealous suddenly as Christine's body finally went limp. 
	Christine dismounted Leslie's face and Leslie sat up, smiling.
Christine stared at Leslie with new admiration, before collapsing into
Leslie's arms. 
	"Mmmm, Leslie. I think I love you."
	"Um, OK. That's nice." Leslie smiled in amusement at
Christine's words, not taking her seriously. 
	Susan felt strangely disturbed by the whole thing, however.
She'd never accepted Christine's love, but she hadn't expected her to
move on to another girl so quickly. Susan smiled, trying to hide her
sudden distress. Leslie leaned in to kiss her. 
	Susan tried to kiss Leslie with extra passion, trying to make
Christine jealous. Leslie pulled back a bit and they licked each
other's tongues. Christine joined in and soon all three of them shared
a kiss. 
	All three of them slept in the same bed that night, but Susan
was haunted by the fact that she'd participated in group sex, and
she'd enjoyed it much more than she would have guessed. Her life was
changing quickly. This thing had happened before she'd even come to
grips with the idea that she was attracted to other women. 
	She finally admitted to herself that she was bisexual and an
exhibitionist, but now she was beginning to feel that she was a slut.
She didn't know when she became a slut. She'd never been one before,
or had she merely been denying it all these years? She became lost in
the memory of the pleasure she'd experienced tonight, as she cuddled
with her lovers. Was she ashamed? She did feel shame, but she was
afraid that it only enhanced her pleasure. 
	She didn't sleep well that night, but she couldn't tell if it
was because of shame or if it was due to her excitement at the
possibility of future adventure. 


More to come...

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+