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The Adventures of Lori(mffm/spank), Part Three
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DISCLAIMER :
If you think this might offend you, don't read it. If you don't think
it will offend you, enjoy it. No one/nothing in here is real or is meant
to resemble anyone/anything/anywhere. Written by RC. Author assumes no
responsibility for anything anyone does with this. Comments welcome.
READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. Written 11/95
"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 3
"Lori Takes Both Sides"
Lori and her husband sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and
reading the morning paper. As Lori scanned the front page, she heard him
chuckle. "Good comics this morning?" she asked.
"Nope. Even better. Listen to this. 'Experienced, attractive lesbian
searching for women curious about their sexuality.' Jeez, do you believe the
stuff people put in here?"
Lori smiled behind the front page. "Yeah, wild." She had placed the
ad herself. It had been running for almost a week already.
Still chuckling about the strange people in the world, he kissed her
goodbye and left for work. A short time later, she also left for work.
Her mind wandered during the day, wondering what she would find in
her post office box that afternoon. A warm feeling of anticipation came over
her, growing stronger as the day passed. When she finally checked her post
office box, she was almost quivering with excitement.
Her trembling hand put four letters into her purse. On her way home,
she stopped in a mall parking lot and eagerly opened them.
One was from a male who wanted to 'get in on the fun'. She tore that
one up. One was from a seventeen year old. "Call back in a year or two", Lori
muttered as that one, too, was ripped up. The third letter made her sit up
straight, heart pumping.
"Hi. My name is Sandy. I'm 22 years old and single. I've always
wondered what it would be like to be with a woman but I've never had the guts
to find out. Please pardon the writing, but my hand is shaking as I write
this. I would like to meet you. I've enclosed a picture of me. Hope you like
it. Please write back soon before I chicken out. Thank you." The address was
a street nearby. Lori took the picture out of the envelope and gazed at it,
her crotch dampening automatically. The girl was very pretty, very innocent
looking. The picture was a senior portrait, and Lori found herself being
drawn to the girl's warm smile. Yes, Sandy would be getting a letter soon.
As Lori opened the last letter, she gasped as a small photo fell out,
landing on her lap. She recognized the woman as Donna, who had been one of
the women she had met in the bar recently. As she quickly read the letter,
her mind racing, she discovered that Donna was indeed still interested in
lesbian sex, and wanted very much to expand her knowledge. Donna made no
mention of her previous experience.
Lori leaned back and took a deep breath. Of all the women she had
been with, she had never been with any of them more than once. She would
come into their lives, show them the joy of lesbian sex, and vanish. But as
Donna's eyes stared back from the snapshot, Lori felt the moisture between
her legs increasing, remembering Donna's dazed, dreamy face as Lori had
kissed her. Donna would be her first repeat. As Lori stared at the picture,
her hand slid beneath her skirt. Sitting there in the mall parking lot, Lori
climaxed as Donna watched from the photo.
***
"Hi. How was work?" Her husband was home already, and dinner was
on the table. That was one of the things she loved about him, he wasn't
afraid to cook, clean, or do laundry. He even knew how to use an iron, which
Lori found amazing.
She kissed him on the cheek. "Same shit, different day." As they
chatted during dinner, Lori found Donna's face floating through her mind.
Naturally, by the time they were finished, she was aroused. As they
stood, he began to clear the table. She grabbed his hand and, laughing, said
"They can wait. I can't."
Surprised and more than a little excited by Lori's sudden passion,
her husband allowed himself to be led into the bedroom. Lori was nude in a
flash, whispering for him to undress as well.
The instant he was nude, Lori grabbed him and they tumbled onto the
bed, Lori's arms wrapped tightly around him, their lips meshing together.
His cock was rock-hard already, and Lori took it in her hand and guided it
into her waiting pussy. The speed things happened, the passion of the moment,
made it inevitible that he wouldn't last long. They bucked wildly for several
minutes, moaning in harmony, each aware only of the pleasure of the moment.
He couldn't help it, couldn't stop. He groaned aloud as he shot his
load deep into her, his cock jerking again and again as she expertly squeezed
him dry. Her eyes were closed, her mouth a wide O of ecstacy as she felt the
hot liquid spurting into her. As quickly as it had begin, it was over.
He collapsed, laying on top of her, their bodies trembling as they
continued to feel those wonderful little aftershocks. Finally, she opened her
eyes and kissed him lightly, lovingly, on the cheek.
"Thanks, hon. I needed that."
He grinned tiredly at her. "Me, too", he murmurred. They kissed
again, gently, tenderly. He removed himself from her, both of them giggling
like children. He disappeared into the bathroom.
Lori lay back and closed her eyes again. Damn, that was good. Quick,
but good. She thought again of how he had reacted to being hypnotized, how
he would react the next time she entranced him. And she got aroused again.
A moment later, he came back in to get dressed. Instead, he found
her hiding behind the bedroom door. She grabbed him and pushed him onto the
bed yet again, laughing happily.
"Wait a minute, babe. I don't know if I can." He laughed as well.
"Let's find out, then", she whispered. Her face changed a bit, and
as he saw the new look on her face, a look of determination almost, he
couldn't help but feel aroused. Her eyes bored into his. She took his limp
cock in her hand, gently.
Still staring at him, she spoke softly.
"Let it happen, lover. Let it happen. Let it rise. Feel it happen.
You want to go deep into me. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Feel it.
Let it happen. It's happening now. Feel it happen. Let it happen. Deeper and
deeper."
He stood there, staring at her, puzzled. Her eyes were like deep
pools, and he was falling into them. Deeper and deeper. Where had he heard
those words before? Feel it. His cock WAS growing, he realized. Into her.
Deeper and deeper. Yes, he wanted that very much. Deeper and deeper. Her
eyes began to float before him, everything seemed to dissolve except for
her eyes and his lengthening rod. Let it happen. Her voice seemed to fade,
becoming just a soothing, irresistible sound. Let it happen. He felt strange,
drowsy almost. Why? His cock was ready now, and he dimly wanted to enter her,
to go deeper and deeper into her. Deeper and deeper. Into her. Deeper. Her.
For an instant, he thought of the candle, of hypnosis. Then he was hers.
As his eyes fluttered closed, Lori was still holding his now-erect
penis. Quickly, Lori knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. As
he stood there, dazed, his mind a blank, he became aware of the sensations,
of the pleasure she was creating. From deep within his trance, he moaned
softly. Lori stood and, using suggestions and her muscles, helped him to the
bed. He lay there, helpless, his cock pointing at the cieling. Lori stood
beside the bed, gazing at her hypnotized husband, at his tremendous erection.
She knelt on the bed above him, his face snuggled firmly between her
thighs. With several soft commands, she soon had his tongue darting across
her pussy lips, across her clit, up into her. She leaned against the wall
and squealed with delight. Letting him continue until she thought she'd go
crazy with pleasure, she told him to stop. Panting, she spun around and
assumed a 69 position. Again, she commanded him to lick her pussy, and as
she felt his tongue once again brush against her, she quickly awakened him.
Then, instantly, she took him into her mouth.
He opened his eyes, startled. Lori was above him, his tongue was
already poking into the folds of flesh he found before him. Before he could
react, he felt his cock being enwrapped by something warm and moist. Lori's
mouth. His query instantly turned to a gasp of pleasure.
His arms went around Lori's waist, pulling her crotch down closer to
him. She worked frantically at his cock, and it became a race to see who
would cum first. Lori won. Her husband knew exactly how to please her, and
soon Lori was herself gasping around his cock. As Lori's body shook above
him, he knew she was cumming. He also knew he was just seconds away from
cumming himself. That thought was not yet completed when his body jerked
once, and a steady stream of jism caught Lori full in the face. She had
pulled away for an instant to take a breath, and found herself covered with
her husband's cum. Laughing, giggling, she licked him clean, and he quivered
as her tongue lapped against his overly-sensitive cock.
Then she turned and looked at him, smiling through the cum which was
dripping from her face.
"What do you call this?" she asked, giggling uncontrollably.
"Oil of O-lay?"
***
At work the next day, Lori composed two letters. One was sent off to
Sandy, the other to Donna. Lori did not mention her name in the letter to
Donna, imagining what the woman would think when she discovered her identity.
Smiling, she squirmed in her chair as the thoughts of Donna's lovely face
and body returned.
The letters included a phone number, a location, and a date and
time. If the woman wanted to meet her at that place, at that time, they would
leave a message at that number. Lori sincerely hoped to get two messages.
For the several days, Lori passed the time by hypnotizing her husband
each and every night. He knew something was happening, he knew her sideways
glances, the lost time, added up to one of Lori's games. What he didn't
know was that Lori was teaching him to use his mind, his body, like he had
never imagined. But he trusted her, loved her, and didn't question her. He
knew that, when the time was right, she would explain.
Five days after she had mailed the letters, she found one message
left at the given number. A soft, scared voice said Sandy would meet her -
but not to be upset if she didn't show up. She really wanted to, but...
Happily, Lori made her arrangements. And the next day, there was
another message saying Donna would like to meet her. Lori was in heaven.
***
Lori's husband travelled the last week of every month. Naturally,
Lori used this time to her advantage. She had never told him how she spent
her free time, and he never asked. She was always there when he needed her.
So Lori found herself waving goodbye one morning, her face flushing
with excitement as his car disappeared. She knew it would be a long work day.
But the evening would make it all worthwhile.
She packed a small bag and went to work. She had been right, the day
passed unbearably slowly. She kept looking at the clock, willing it to move
faster. Finally, it was time to leave. Her heart fluttering, she drove to
a small cottage several miles from her home. There she put her bag in the
single bedroom and waited.
Sandy was supposed to meet her at six. As it got closer to seven,
Lori dejectedly decided Sandy wasn't coming. But she had noticed a car which
had driven by slowly several times, and thought she'd better wait a bit more.
At quarter after seven, a car slowly rolled down the driveway. The
lights were turned off, the engine died, and there was silence for several
minutes. Lori stared out the window, mentally coaxing Sandy to come in.
The car door opened and Sandy got out. Slowly, hesitantly, she walked
to the door and knocked. Lori took a deep breath and opened the door.
The picture of Sandy had been several years old. Also, it did not
reveal the fact that Sandy was tall, standing a head higher than Lori. Lori
gazed up into Sandy's cute, nervous face. Sandy was wearing jeans and a
white top. Lori smiled gently, disarmingly, and spoke softly.
"I'm Lori. Very nice to meet you, Sandy. Won't you come in?"
Her face beet-red, Sandy stammered hello. When Lori took her hand to
lead her into the living room, she noticed Sandy's hands were very warm, and
they were sweating and shaking. Quickly, she formed her plan of seduction
while Sandy haltingly tried to explain why she was late. It amounted to the
fact that she was just plain scared.
Sandy followed stiffly, her hand loose in Lori's, not returning her
gentle grip. Lori motioned towards a deep, soft recliner in the middle of
the room and invited Sandy to sit down. She asked the nervous girl if she
wanted a drink. Sandy, her voice unsteady, said she'd like a beer if it
wasn't too much trouble.
Assuring her it was no trouble at all, Lori quickly fetched two beers
from the fridge. Before returning to the living room, however, she undid two
buttons on her top.
Sandy's face was still red as she thanked Lori and took the beer.
She took a long, grateful drink, and seemed to calm down a tiny bit. Lori
sat on the edge of the couch, watching Sandy. After a moment, Sandy noticed
the unfastened buttons. Her face flushed scarlet. Quietly, Lori started the
conversation.
"Sandy, what did you expect to find here tonight?"
Sandy stared at the floor. "I don't really know", she mumbled. "I
just wanted to see..." Her voice trailed off.
"Look at me, Sandy." Slowly, Sandy looked up, her face turning an
even deeper shade of red. Lori caught her eye and held it. But Sandy looked
away again after just a few seconds, her face flaring brightly.
"Do you like what you see tonight, Sandy?"
Staring at the floor again, Sandy mumbled something. "I'm sorry, I
didn't catch that?" Lori prompted softly.
"Yes", Sandy stammered. She looked like she wanted to cry.
"Sandy, have you ever been with a woman before? At all?"
"No." A few tears trickled down Sandy's face now.
"Do you ever masturbate, Sandy?" Startled, Sandy looked up at her,
her eyes wide. Lori gazed back at her calmly, silently, waiting. The tears
came quicker as Sandy mumbled yes, her eyes darting back down to the floor.
"Do you think of women when you masturbate?"
"No", Sandy said quickly. "I mean, yes. No. I don't know." The tears
were flowing freely as Sandy found herself talking to a stranger about things
she had never talked about before.
Lori's voice dropped to a whisper. "Sandy, would you be upset if I
masturbated thinking of you?" Lori slowly moved her hand toward her crotch.
Sandy saw the movement and her eyes widened yet again. She couldn't
speak, couldn't answer. Slowly, Lori's hand disappeared under her skirt. Her
eyes remained fixed on Sandy's face as she brushed her fingers against
herself. With her other hand, she slid her skirt up so Sandy could watch.
Sandy sat spellbound, transfixed, as Lori's fingers slid inside her
panties. Lori was not acting, she was truly enjoying herself as she caressed
her clit. As her finger probed deeper inside herself, she noticed Sandy's
breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she was gripping the arms of the
recliner so hard her knuckles were white. Sandy's eyes never left Lori.
Lori climaxed, her body shuddering. Opening her eyes, Lori saw
Sandy squirming in her seat, still staring. Slowly, Lori stood and to her,
standing behind her. Sandy watched with wide eyes but remained motionless,
and as Lori walked behind her, Sandy continued staring straight ahead. Lori
leaned over and whispered, "Show me how you masturbate. Please." And she
kissed Sandy softly on the back of her neck.
*** TO BE CONTINUED ***
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