Wild Nights

by Therese Szymanski

  “You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you,” she said.

  “Yes. I’m so ready for you, baby. Just one touch and I’ll be gone,” I whispered in a voice made hoarse with need.

  I gasped when she spread my folds to the cool air.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lou,” she whispered. “I had no idea how beautiful you would be.” She looked up at me. “I want to be inside you.”

  I used her words. “Yes. Please.”

  Her fingers barely pushed into me. I don’t know what she did, but my world centered only on what she was doing to my cunt. My whole being focused on my pussy and the sensation she created within me with her fingers. My clit throbbed with all my energy, desire and pent-up need.

  Out of control and unable to take more of the sweet torment, I surged against her hand to take her deep inside me. She withdrew, then thrust again, taking me over the edge and into oblivion as the waves of orgasm consumed me.

  Just when I started to relax, she pressed deep into me again and curled her fingers inside of me, creating a different kind of pressure. Lowering her head, she sucked my hard clit into her hot, wet mouth. My whole body clenched, tight like the string of a drawn bow. I saw her blond head moving between my legs, and, knowing it was Elise’s hot lips encircling me, her fingers inside of me, loving me, caused a release so intense that a cry of exultation tore from my throat as the pleasure coursed through my body again.

  As I lay spent, Elise gently withdrew from me, pulling me into her arms while my body still quivered. I don’t know where the tears came from, but I couldn’t stop them. She didn’t question, just nestled me against her, stroking my hair and back while she placed light kisses on my head. How could I know it would be so different with her?

  When I found my voice, all I could say was, “Wow.”

  “Yes. Wow is right.” She kissed me again and said, “This is the best solo hike I’ve ever been on.”

  I had to agree as I melted into her body and kissed her, ready to love her again.

  Starry, Starry Night

  Aunt Fanny

  I lived near Fresno, California in 1997, and was a forty-year-old spinster school teacher. My work life was dreary and predictable. Then I discovered the Internet. I started meeting lots of people, all of them far more fascinating and compelling than anyone I knew in my town.

  I got busy exploring a bunch of different Web sites, mostly chat sites. A good half of them were about sex, in all its many varieties. It didn’t take me long to find www.gay.com.

  I experimented with lesbian cyber sex and liked it. A lot. The idea of a woman in my arms—with her soft skin, warm kisses, beautiful body and mind—intrigued me. I soon learned what pleased my lesbian lovers. I took to covering my computer chair with a towel, because I’d make myself wet with my own stories. My lovers participated, each to her own ability. Some I refused to “see” again, others I met with regularly. One of these was Winifred. She was a slow typist, but what an imagination!

  Winifred was originally from Holland but was currently living with Deb in Louisiana. The two women shared a house with Carrie, a butch wanderer who’d taken shelter with them and never left. Carrie had gotten a job in the same factory as Deb, and together they supported Winifred, who kept house for the three of them. Winifred confessed to me that she and Carrie were having a secret affair behind Deb’s back. She also confessed that Deb beat her.

  I reacted impulsively. It was summer vacation and I was feeling relaxed and easy. “If you don’t feel safe, come and stay with me,” I typed. Two days later Winifred arrived and moved into my guest bedroom.

  She was nothing like I expected from her description on the Internet. She was shaped rather like a bull, with a short fat neck, a chest exactly as wide as her belly, and strong arms she crossed continuously. Her hair was black, thick, and cut very short. Her face was round, and closed. She never looked me in the eye. Still, here she was, a living breathing lesbian right in my own drab house in the foothills of California.

  The sexual tension was palpable. We’d cybered with each other for months, but I’d never been with a woman in real life, and Winifred was pining for her lover, Carrie. She expressed her sorrow and frustration in food. “I miss her,” she said, sighing heavily over breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  “My heart is broken,” she cried with her Dutch accent while standing in the kitchen. “I love her so much!” Winifred moaned for the millionth time.

  “Call Carrie and bring her out here to visit,” I said around a mouthful of apple crepe dripping in lemon sauce.

  Three days later Carrie arrived with her own suitcases. She moved into the guest bedroom with Winifred. I gritted my teeth as, through the thin walls, I heard them getting it on that first night. I went online and cybered fiercely. That Carrie was some looker. It was easy to picture her making love.

  Carrie also looked much more masculine than me. But where Winifred was squat and bullish, Carrie was tall, broad shouldered and muscular. She was dressed in a button-down shirt and pleated slacks, which were carefully ironed to crisp attention. Her face was long, and her shoulder-length brown hair was gathered in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were sparkling blue—clear and honest.

  “How’s tricks?” Carrie greeted me in the morning, handing me a fresh cup of coffee. She winked.

  “Fine by me,” I answered. “How’s by you?” I liked the way her eyes followed me as I walked. My breasts were clearly visible through my thin cotton nightie.

  “I hear you’re a virgin,” she said, laughing when I blushed. She rose and crossed the room, giving me a chance to look her over, before returning with fresh muffins. “I can help you with that if you like?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I’d focused my lust on Winifred. I’d never even cybered with Carrie. But I had to admit, she was a luscious bit of butch bait. I’d admired women like her for any number of years, and envied their self-assured knowledge of who they were. I felt a much stronger physical attraction to Carrie, than to Winifred, who was sleeping unaware in my guest room.

  I rose and left the kitchen in confusion. I knew I wanted to try lesbian sex, but I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted to, if you know what I mean. I was afraid of acknowledging my own lesbian tendencies. I’d always liked women much more than men, and found myself admiring beautiful women whenever I saw them. I had a secret crush on Queen Latifah that was definitely sexual. She was a fixture in my masturbatory fantasies. But to be a lesbian in rural California was unheard of, I naively believed. And to be a lesbian school teacher was to kiss your job goodbye. It was a huge cliff I was about to jump off, and it scared me. I wondered if I was game enough.

  That night Winifred prepared an exquisite feast. The three of us sat down to dinner. “This is so good,” I enthused.

  “Yes, it is,” agreed Carrie, smiling at Winifred but managing to brush my bare arm as she reached for a piece of French bread from the basket near me.

  “I haven’t had anyone cook for me, since, well forever,” I said, managing to catch Carrie’s eye and smile.

  “Your husband was a fool.” Carrie laughed, leaning in until I could feel her hot breath on my shoulder.

  “Yes, he was,” said Winifred, enjoying her food.

  “In more ways than one,” added Carrie, leering at me.

  I blushed, and settled for enjoying the fabulous dinner, but Carrie was determined to win my attention. It wasn’t long before Winifred began to catch on to the little glances and surreptitious touches that were going on between Carrie and me. I nearly choked on a mouthful of fish when I felt something nudging my knee.

  I glanced under the table and found it was Winifred’s sock-covered foot. She was tickling my inner thigh. Winifred grinned knowingly at me, then turned and looked triumphantly at Carrie. The competition was on, and I was the prize.

  No one had ever wanted me this way before. I blushed, but relished the situation. They became witty and entertaining. I began to reward each one with small touches
to her hands. They smiled at each other and doubled their efforts.

  After dinner they shooed me from the kitchen and attacked the dishes together. I could hear their easy joking, voices husky and deep. I was excited as I lit candles in the living room, and turned on the CD player. My only Melissa Etheridge disc began playing, and I heard my lesbians laugh in the kitchen.

  I knew I was going to get laid that night. The question was, which one? I was every bit as interested in finding out the answer to that as they were. It was fascinating and fun.

  They entered the living room and we all leaned back to listen to Melissa, eat cake and drink wine. Electricity crackled in the air.

  Carrie kissed me first. It was the texture of her lips that surprised me. Soft, yet firm, they settled on mine as a bee takes a flower. It shot a bolt of electricity straight to my crotch. I felt myself grow wet, and my nipples were tight and clearly visible through my midriff-tied white blouse. My short shorts got shorter.

  Winifred sat back grinning until Carrie finished. I caught my breath and drank my entire glass of wine in a few swallows, checking to make sure all the window curtains were pulled.

  Then Winifred kissed me. Her big strong hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me against her chest. I felt her large breasts meet mine. I sighed with shocked delight. She wasn’t as skilled as Carrie, but she was every bit as enthusiastic. When she released me, my wine glass had been refilled. I drank it just as fast as the first one. I enjoyed having one woman watch the other kiss and fondle me. I was shocked at myself, and titillated.

  I suddenly remembered the hot tub sitting in my backyard. There was a meteor shower expected that night. “Do you want to sit in the hot tub and watch for shooting stars?” I heard myself ask. This moved the competition up a notch. I wanted to see these women’s bodies, and have them see mine.

  We changed. I put on my green bikini, the one that accented the color of my eyes, the curve of my hips, my flat belly, and voluptuous breasts (hey, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it). I turned the lights on in the hot tub, and was the first one in. I was adjusting the jets when my guests came through the sliding glass door. I was struck by the differences between them.

  Winifred was overweight, but also very muscular. She carried most of her weight in her upper body, which made her look barrel chested. She wore a white undershirt, her large breasts thrusting before her, and cutoff shorts.

  Carrie was in a black T-shirt and bikini bottom that fit her slender form like a second skin. Her breasts were much smaller, but stood high and proud. Her long legs were shaven, and she turned her ass to me as she climbed in the tub. It was fabulous, well rounded and firm. She sat on one side of me, while Winifred took up position on the other.

  We drank wine and pretended to scan the skies for meteors. First Winifred’s ham-shaped hand, then Carrie’s strong slender one, claimed my knees. I shivered in delight. With the lights on in the hot tub I could see everything they were doing.

  First one, then the other initiated a new move. They advanced in their competition quickly. My legs were stroked, my belly tickled, and finally my breasts were claimed. I moaned as each woman manipulated a breast, the sensations so different, and yet combining to drive me wild. One pinched my nipple, while the other one palmed me, squeezing gently. Then one traced a finger inside my bra, while the other tugged at my neck ties. Soon my breasts were bare, floating in the water freely. My nipples were pink raisins of delight.

  Carrie dipped her head and sucked one nipple into her mouth, as Winifred circled the other with her thumb, watching. Slowly she too descended, until I had two women suckling me. The sensation of teeth and tongues pulling at me, teasing me into a sensitivity I’d never known before in my life, undid me. I wanted more. I wanted them both. I wanted them here, and now.

  I pulled away from them. “Take off your clothes,” I said, glancing from one to the other. Lust made my voice husky.

  Carrie eagerly complied, peeling her shirt and bikini bottom off quickly. Winifred was shyer, but soon she too was seated in the water, exposed to three sets of eyes. I reminded myself that the two were lovers, and knew each other intimately. I was the stranger here.

  I still had my bikini bottom on. Each took a string, and pulled. Flickering light splayed shadows across our skin. Mine burned to be touched. I leaned sideways and raised my feet, effectively spreading myself across their laps. I gave myself over to pleasure.

  Carrie cradled me in her arms, but reached over and switched off the underwater lights. She bent her head and kissed me. One hand began massaging my breasts, which were floating on warm water. I opened my eyes and saw a moonless night, filled with shining stars.

  Winifred had my bottom in her lap, and was stroking my legs. Her short, powerful fingers started probing my pussy. “We both make love to you,” she said to me with her Dutch accent. With one hand she held me open, while with the other she entered me with first one, and then two fingers.

  I saw stars shooting across the sky as it dawned on me that I had not one, but two lesbians giving me my first lesson in Sapphic love. I felt so woman centric in the dark warm world of the hot tub with two women servicing me and a meteor shower over head. I was starved for more. More of what, I didn’t know. But I had a hunger I’d never had before. “Look at the stars,” I said, motioning up into the heavens.

  “I see them in your eyes,” said Carrie. She was looking at Winifred. Her hand left my breast to descend under my bottom to Winifred’s lap. Her fingers delved into Winifred’s pussy, her wrist pushed up against me. As I felt her thrusting into her lover a surge of lust burst within me. I felt my pussy clench tight on Winifred’s fingers as Carrie pushed my back up, grabbing my nipple in her mouth. She sucked, hard. I moaned.

  The water around us was filled with small waves from the jets: fast, furious bubbles butting against us, urging us to float. Winifred moved easily to one side, turning her legs into Carrie’s lap under me. I shifted until I could fasten my own lips on Carrie’s small tight nipples. Winifred leaned over me and caught Carrie’s lips in a kiss, while her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, over and over again.

  “I love this,” I said, ecstatically happy. My two lesbians broke their kiss.

  “Me too,” said Winifred, looking first at Carrie, and then at me. A huge smile lit her face. She pulled her fingers from inside me, slithered up, and joined me in sucking Carrie’s tits. Carrie took one of mine and one of Winifred’s in her two hands, and squeezed. I wrapped my legs around Winifred’s thighs, and rubbed my pussy against her bottom.

  The meteors exploded into the night around us as we shifted positions. I explored their breasts with my hands and mouths. I enjoyed the feeling of Carrie’s hand grabbing my bottom, then descending between my cheeks and teasing first my opening, and then my clit. I returned the favor on her lover Winifred. What one did to me, I did to the other. Warm water, hot touches, steaming kisses, I was the volcano at the center of it all, providing the heat which made the night sizzle around us.

  At one point Winifred hopped out of the hot tub and disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she held in one hand a large double-headed dildo, and in the other a bottle of lube. She motioned to Carrie, who helped me to my knees on the bench, and bent me over the side of the hot tub. My steaming breasts, back, and bottom were exposed to the night breeze. My pussy was hot and throbbing, even more so now when exposed. I gasped when Winifred drizzled the cool oil down my back.

  Carrie’s hands smoothed the oil over my hips and bottom, massaging my skin and teasing the folds of my sex, slicking me up. Winifred liberally lubricated both ends of the dildo, then motioned for Carrie to bend over the opposite side of the narrow tub and lubricated her shapely ass and pussy. She pushed the dildo deep into Carrie as I watched over my shoulder. I gasped to see it disappear into the brown curls peeking just above the water level. Winifred pumped it in and out gently, twisting it back and forth until a moan escaped Carrie, who was also staring over her shoulder. She grinned
at me as Winifred approached me with the other head of the dildo.

  I thought my heart would burst as she spread my pussy lips, and rubbed the dildo up and down my slit. Carrie was watching with eyes filled with lust, pushing in and out with the other end. Together they drove the dildo into me. I pushed back until it filled me deeper than I’d ever been filled before. My ass brushed Carrie’s and she began rocking back and forth. I did too, and soon we’d established a fucking rhythm that sent me soaring out of my head.

  Winifred’s fingers touched my clit, and I saw that she was also under Carrie, stroking her, too. I gripped my own breasts, pulling at the nipples. We fucked each other, a dance of hungry passion. She moaned, I groaned, she growled. My mind soared into the sky and I screamed out my orgasm into the night. A shooting star burned up before my eyes.

  Carrie climaxed immediately after I did, thrusting her bottom against mine as she strained on the dildo, Winifred’s fingers moving madly. I helped by bumping and swirling my ass against Carrie’s. The water swirled around us as the meteor shower overhead ended. Together we twisted, until the three of us were embracing as one, our arms wrapped around each other. We kissed. Yes, all three together.

  They both came to my king-sized bed that night, and we explored every possible combination the three of us could manage. We fell asleep sometime the next afternoon, only to wake and take each other again.

  This went on for two wild weeks. Then they bought an RV and drove off into the sunset to find their destiny. I went back to teaching, but came out to my school superintendent at the Christmas party. He fired me three days later. I took up professional storytelling.

  I still keep up with Winifred and Carrie through e-mail. They’ve traveled the country twice in their RV, meeting other lesbians from the Internet. They visited last year. As luck would have it, there was a meteor shower that night.

  My Secret

  Saundra W. Haggerty