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Cruising Cunts
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Cruising Cunts
by Jennifer O'Donald
Me and Wanda are lovers. Yeah, real, down 'n' dirty
lesbians. Have been ever since Wanda turned me out when I was 19
three years ago. Wanda's 27 and she's been through it all.
She's been a biker chick, a hooker, just name it. She doesn't
want what happened to her to happen to me, so she takes care of
me. Real good care of me.
I first met Wanda when I was in a restroom during a concert.
I was at the concert with a guy I didn't much like, but I wanted
to see the group and, hey, he had tickets and he asked me, so
there I was. I saw Wanda when I walked into the women's room.
She was leaning against the wall and eyeballing everyone who
walked in. I guess she saw something about me she liked, though
she swears she smelled my horniness, and her eyes followed me to
the stall.
Now, I walk in and see this short-haired broad, scar under
her right eye, cigarette cocked in her mouth, enough hair above
her lip for two mustaches, no makeup, real rough looking. Okay,
Wanda is downright ugly. Lassie wouldn't like her. The
A.S.P.C.A. would put her to sleep. I mean, even though I was
pretty young, I knew what a dyke was, and this black-haired,
leather-jacketed chick had lez dyke written all over her acne-
scarred face. But as I closed the door to the stall I looked at
her and our eyes locked.
What passed between us at that moment is unexplainable. It
was electric, metaphysical and definitely exciting. She gave me
a look that excited me so much that my clit tingled as I used the
facilities. When I used the lavatory, she walked up next to me.
I looked in the mirror and her eyes spoke volumes even though she
didn't speak a word. I followed her. Left my dipstick date
sitting by himself and this middle-class piece of whitebread
followed this flaming dyke right out into the parking lot.
Best move I ever made.
Wanda unlocked a VW van, a real "hippie mobile." She left
the door open and I followed her inside. The inside of the van
was vintage 1969 time machine. There were posters of The Doors,
Hendrix, the Jefferson Airplane, and some Grateful Dead was
playing loud. The carpet was a black shag, stained and riddled
with cigarette burns. Big, faded cushions were scattered about,
covered with well-worn paisley fabric and stained with food,
drink and who-knew-what else.
"Come in and be mellow," Wanda said. I was wearing designer
jeans, an expensive blouse and a very fashionable perfume. The
interior of the van looked like a dirty hovel, smelled of
incense, marijuana and whiskey, not at all the sort of place I
would normally go.
But something about this situation wasn't "normal." I
climbed into the van and sat down on one of the big cushions.
"I'm Wanda," she said, taking a toke from the joint she held.
Her eyes. It was definitely her eyes. They grabbed me, they
looked through me, they whispered to me, caressed me, seduced me.
"I'm Jennifer," I whispered.
"Why did you follow me?
I really had no answer, not one that made sense. "Because
you wanted me to." I answered.
Wanda smiled. "What about your boyfriend? Won't he miss
you?"
"Who?" I asked. I had honestly forgotten what's-his-name.
Suddenly I felt flushed, hot and uneasy. But I didn't want to
go.
"Pretty One, why don't you get comfortable?" Wanda said.
Her eyes told me to unbutton my blouse and she watched hungrily
as I obeyed her unspoken command. She licked her lips like a
hungry dog when she saw my small, braless tits. My nipples were
as hard and excited as they'd ever been, and they hadn't even
been touched or sucked. Yet.
"Hmm, nice tits, Pretty One," she said huskily. She pulled
her black t-shirt over her head, freeing her enormous jugs. Her
areolae were huge, and on her right breast was tattooed a black
rose; on her left was the word "BITCH" tattooed in bright red.
"These milkers can get in the way," she said, holding them
and pressing the flesh together. "That's why I like small tits.
Lovable. Suckable. Like yours.
Something told me to remove my boots and jeans. I sat there
wearing only my pale blue panties. I knew she could see the
auburn triangle of hair that pooched out the material, and the
growing wet spot in the very crotch. Wanda pulled off her own
shoes and worn jeans. I saw a mass of wiry hair between her legs
with a dark hairline that ran up to her navel. She knee-walked
over to me, never taking her dark eyes off mine. I knew what she
wanted. And I wanted to give her what she desired.
Wanda took hold of the waistband of my panties and pulled
them down my legs. She put them to her face and inhaled deeply.
Her eyes widened and she growled her approval. That's when I
realized that Wanda was a she-wolf in disguise. "I'm going to
eat you up, Pretty One," she said in a deep, throaty whisper.
"Yes-s-s," I hissed, spreading my legs, opening myself to
this powerful she-demon. "Eat me. Please."
Wanda looked directly at my puss for the first time. I felt
the heat from her eyes and my puss started leaking juice like
melted butter. Her big hands stroked my legs and thighs, then
her fingers spread my lips. "Such a pretty cunt, Pretty One,"
she said, licking her lips as she moved her head between my legs.
I closed my eyes. No one had ever gone down on me before so
you can imagine the thrill I felt when Wanda's thick, raspy
tongue licked the length of my slit. My body jerked upward but
Wanda held me down with her strong arms. I fell in love then and
there with this rough, unrefined lesbian who made me, a total
stranger, feel so wonderful, so wanted. I gave myself to her as
she sucked my button and tongue-fucked my puss. I believe I
began orgasming as soon as Wanda's long tongue burrowed inside me
because I seemed to be on a roller coaster of pure pleasure. My
body kept convulsing, my muscles kept spasming, I kept filling
Wanda's thirsty mouth with my sauce. I lost track of time,
really, until I realized that Wanda had moved.
Looming over my head was Wanda's puss. Or, to use one of
her terms, her "fun hole." It was hidden by a tropical jungle of
black pubic hair. The mixed smell of sweat, urine and plain ol'
horny female stung my nostrils and made my eyes water. My mouth,
too. I'd always believed that only a sick, perverted woman could
actually want to go down on another woman.
So, I guess I was a sick, perverted woman, because I wanted
to eat her and give her the same good feelings she was giving me.
I figured quickly, though, that I wasn't a pervert, just
mistaken. Could anything that felt so wonderful be wrong? I
flattened my tongue and, parting the thicket, licked her pungent,
sharp-tasting slice. Yummy! The curly pubes irritated my skin
and tickled my nose but I ignored those distractions just as I
ignored the wretched odor. No, I didn't really ignore the smell
and the god-awful taste. Actually, I was turned on by the aroma.
The sharp flavor of her twat was an aphrodisiac and my tongue
seemed self-propelled as I worked her over.
Her cuntal lips hung down like curtains. Suckable, chewy
meat that I worried with my teeth and tongue as I explored her
wet folds. Wanda's monstrous clitoris, as thick as my pinky
finger, kept poking my chin, so I finally sucked it past my lips
and clutched it between my teeth. Not hard enough to cause her
pain, but hard enough to get her off. Wanda's body jerked wildly
and she humped my face, her cunt squirting cum up my nose and
into my mouth. She thrust three fingers into my puss and stuck
her tongue up my behind before I knew what was happening and I
started coming like crazy.
We laid there for a long time, not talking, just listening
to the taped music. Wanda cradled my head in the crook of her
arm, my long auburn hair flowing over her fleshy mams, my pale,
soft flesh contrasting with her dark, rough skin.
"Be mine, Pretty One," she asked.
"Yes," I replied, even as my lips sought to nurse on a thick
nipple.
**************
Last weekend I was hanging around outside the coliseum
watching all sorts of hippie-types going in, selling tickets to
fans who'd pay $100 for a $20 ticket. One tall, good looking guy
about 18 or 19 wore a backpack and was trying to sell some tie-
dye shirts. I watched him pitch some drugged-out crazies, then
he saw me wearing my "Miss Innocent" outfit. Frilly, light blue
dress, black patent leather shoes with straps, white anklets. He
walked up to me and smiled.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," I answered in my throaty, uninnocent voice. My
green eyes were burning into him. Even without looking I knew he
was becoming aroused.
"Like a shirt?" he asked. "Six dollars."
"Maybe later." I smiled my 'God-I'm-hot-and-I-wanna-fucked'
smile."
"Uh, are you waiting on someone?"
"Just you," I said, giving him that look. I knew no one
could see so I quickly lifted the hem of my dress, flashing the
surprised guy with my unpantied pussy. His eyes bugged out, his
jaw dropped. I let go of the dress and covered myself again.
"Interested?"
He nodded dumbly, stunned speechless. No one expects a
beautiful, well-dressed, sexy young thing like I am to flash her
muff at a total stranger outside a coliseum and to boldly take
the guy's hand and lead him to the parking lot. I've never been
turned down. Well, once, but that guy said he was gay, so I
don't really count that.
"Where are we going?"
"To that van over there," I said. I took two more steps and
stopped. I again lifted my dress and thrust his hand between my
legs. "Oh, God, but I want you! Feel how wet my puss is?" I
reached out and felt the bulge in his Levis. "I need you to put
this in here." My thighs gripped his hand. His fingers wiggled
and one slid inside me. He was mine! I led the way to the
customized van. Inside were soft lights, tasteful art prints,
the waterbed. I put on a CD of New Age music and locked the
door. "Let me see your cock," I said to him. He was not about
to argue. He freed his stiff poker which throbbed as it stuck
out and curved upward.
"Ooh, that's a nice one! I've never seen one that big!" I
lied. I pushed him backwards so that he sat on the edge of the
bed. My left hand cupped his balls and my right hand gripped his
gristly prick and pulled the foreskin back. I smelled soap and
gave thanks that at least he washed. "You want me to suck you?"
I asked, knowing good and well he did. He nodded eagerly.
"Okay, but don't come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me."
I stuck my tongue out and licked the smooth knob. He jerked at
the contact. Careful, Jennifer, I thought. This guy's got a
hair trigger. I opened my mouth and he pushed his prick into my
mouth. Too forcefully for my taste. So I purposely let my teeth
scrape his cock. Not hard enough to do damage, but, oh, he
noticed alright.
"Ow, hey! Watch it!"
"Oh, sorry. It's just that you're so big, I can't open my
mouth wide enough." Another lie, but I didn't want him to leave
with his cum unloaded. I squeezed his balls and licked his
prick. "Still want to fuck me?"
Of course he did. I removed my dress but left my shoes and
anklets on. He wanted to go down on me, but I told him I
couldn't wait for him to fuck. I didn't tell him that only one
person was allowed to eat my puss. Besides, he could never do it
one-tenth as well as she could.
I lay back and spread my legs wide. He got on top of me and
lined his prick up. "Please, be gentle. That big cock looks
like it might kill me." I knew that Wanda was having a tough
time stifling her laughter.
"I'll be real careful, don't worry." Slowly he entered me.
"Oh, oh, so big, so good! Fuck me!" I hugged him close and held
his head to my shoulder. I glanced toward the front of the van
and Wanda parted the curtains and made a face at me. I stuck my
tongue out at her and wiggled it. "Oh, baby," I said into his
ear, "give me all of it! Fuck me, baby!"
His hips picked up speed and his body stiffened as my
vaginal muscles squeezed and milled his prick. "I'm coming! Oh,
god, I'm coming!" I yelled when I felt him pumping his scumy seed
into my puss. I winked at Wanda and blew her a kiss.
"Oh, wow! No one has ever made me come before. That was
great!" I was hugging him and kissing him, and making him very
nervous. "What's your name? Are you from around here? Do you
have a girlfriend? Do you like kids?" He hurriedly pulled his
clothes on, all but ignoring my questions.
"Wow, I won't be able to walk for days! You know, I think I
forgot to take my birth control pill this morning. Well, that's
okay. I want more kids anyway."
He was out the door so fast, he almost left skid marks.
Wanda burst out laughing and came out of hiding. She shut the
door and pulled off her shirt and jeans. "Did he leave much?"
she asked.
"Feels like he did," I answered. I squeezed my thighs
together so nothing could leak out. "How'd you do?"
"Those three guys we saw when we pulled it? I went up to
them and just asked them to fuck my ass and they did."
"Just like that, huh?" I asked, my skepticism obvious.
"Well, at first they just laughed and one dude said I was
ugly enough to make a rock soft and another dude said I looked
like a dyke. So I says, 'Yeah, I'm a dyke because I can't find a
real man anywhere. You guys are probably queer for each other.'
"That pissed 'em off. Always does. They took me behind
some brush and got me jeans down and fucked my ass. One guy was
hung pretty big and he went last so the other two would have a
tighter hole to screw. They were all real tough guys, though.
Macho dipshits. I still think they practice on each other. They
finished and I got back here a few minutes before you showed up
with Sweetie Pie."
"'Sweetie Pie' didn't even leave me a goddamn shirt, the
motherfucking asswipe sonofabitch." I know I talk nasty, but
Wanda loves it. "Well? Did you bring me my treat?"
"Say please, Pretty One."
"Fuckin' cow, bring your fat ass over here now or I'll let
this slimy stuff out of my cunt and you can forget snacktime!"
Wanda came over and straddled my head. Her black hair was matted
and glistening with sweat. A big black butt plug was lodge in
her ass. I kissed her gelatinous ass cheeks. Wanda tucked her
head and started cleaning out my cum-filled snatch. I laid there
and went on the ride to a good come, finger-fucking her cunt and
twiddling her clit.
"Very nice, Wanda. Ready to feed me now?" Wanda tightened
her muscles to hold in what was inside her ass. I took hold of
the plug and slowly pulled. When it popped free, a long dribble
of cum drooled out of her dark chute. I caught it on my tongue
and quickly attached my mouth to the gaping hole. I let Wanda
know I was ready by letting my tongue dart into her shitter.
Wanda grunted. Suddenly a powerful rush of air launched the
three ass-warmed loads of spunk into my mouth. The taste was as
fetid and foul as any I'd ever had served to me like this. I
absolutely loved it. My legs locked around Wanda's head and I
hunched her face hard as I came and came, gurgling as I swallowed
the stuff from her dank, dark ass.
We kissed, swapping spit and cum and pussy and ass. "Pretty
One, know what? I'd like to watch a bunch of fraternity jocks
pull a train on you."
"I think we can arrange that. On one condition. I want to
see you get reamed by a black guy with a dick as big as my arm
and then I want you to lick him off while I suck your ass. And I
want him to be big and muscular and sweaty, real sweaty. And
maybe 45 years old. Maybe I'll suck his black ass while he fucks
your big butt."
"Ooh, you know how I get when you talk like that!" Wanda
said as she strapped on Bruno, the ten-inch long, veiny dildo I
love. "Pretty One, you're about to get the fucking of your young
life!"
I always do when Wanda fucks me!
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