Chapter 3
In this time of women competing with men for jobs, Debbie enjoyed her unhurried existense as a housewife. With no children, there really wasn't very much for her to do except enjoy her leisure.
When she wasn't fucking somebody, Debbie liked to draw her mornings out, savoring the most peaceful time of the day. Cups of coffee, cigarettes and the newspaper were her staples, along with her favorite chair and a stool on which to prop her feet.
A story in the paper caught Debbie's eye. A young nurse had been raped on her way home from work, right in Debbie's area. The article went on to say that it was the second assault in the neighborhood in a week.
After reading the story all the way through for a second time, Debbie started wondering about what it would be like to be raped. The rapist in the article had threatened his victim with a knife, and now Debbie shivered as she imagined the feeling of cold steel against her neck.
She lit another cigarette and left her chair, pacing and puffing in an attempt to settle her nerves. She didn't like to be ruffled, and prided herself on her cool approach to things.
However, her mind kept going back to the rape story in the paper. When she finished her cigarette, Debbie returned to her chair and re-read the article. When she finished, a thought was nagging at the back of her mind.
"Of course," Debbie said to herself after a moment of mental dredging. "I'll bet it was Sheila who got raped."
The newspaper story had withheld the rape victim's name, but had reported that the attack had occurred on Maple Street, a couple of blocks away. Debbie's friend, Sheila Ryan, lived on Maple. And Sheila was a nurse who worked the nightshift at the local hospital.
Debbie couldn't resist giving Sheila a call. She wasn't exactly sure what she would say, but it was something she had to do.
The instant Sheila answered the phone in a subdued hush, almost a sob, Debbie knew she had guessed right.
"I know what happened," Debbie impulsively responded to her friend's whimpering hello.
Sheila's voice became suddenly shrill, as she demanded, "Who is this?"
"My God, I frightened you, didn't I? Jesus, I'm sorry," Debbie gushed an apology. "This is Debbie. Debbie Winslow, Sheila. You must be scared out of your wits after what happened to you last night."
"Oh, Debbie, it's you," Sheila sighed with relief, then stammered, "H-how did you find out I'd been r-raped?"
"That's not important now," Debbie said. "The important thing now is you, Sheila. Feel like some company? I'm an expert on cheering people up."
"Oh, Debbie," Sheila choked. "I'm so down."
"I'll be right there."
A few minutes later, Debbie was knocking on Sheila's door. When Sheila answered, her complexion was as faded as the old bathrobe she was wearing. She had clearly been through an ordeal.
Once she was inside the house, Debbie took over. She brewed some coffee after making Sheila lie down on the couch. Silent at first, Sheila eventually started talking.
"Guess I'm not much company," she said, "but I'm really glad you're here, Debbie. Believe it or not, you're the first woman I've talked to since . . . since I was raped. First it was the cops, then my husband. Men ..."
Sheila interrupted herself by swallowing, tensely.
"... Nothing but men," she resumed with a shudder. "How can men understand what it's like for a woman to be raped when one of them did it to her in the first place? Honest to God, Debbie, I don't know if I can ever look at another man the same way ever again, even my own husband."
"You poor baby," Debbie responded with intense sympathy, going over to sit on the edge of the couch so she could physically comfort her friend.
Debbie stroked Sheila's tawny hair. Sheila reacted to the female touch with an appreciative sigh, shifting her body into a more comfortable position as she reclined on the couch. Her robe rode up her long legs, exposing her sleek thighs.
"Keep touching me, Debbie," Sheila requested. "It makes me feel real safe being alone with another woman."
"I like being alone with you, too," Debbie replied, surprised at the purr in her voice.
Then Debbie surprised herself even more.
"I like touching you a lot," she told Sheila.
Sheila did not protest as Debbie's hands began to roam. The loosely fitting bathrobe slipped down Sheila's shoulders, and Debbie began some light massaging, "Mmmm," Sheila moaned, her lips curving up in a smile that excited Debbie. "Suddenly everything doesn't seem so bad--with you here, Deb."
Debbie couldn't resist going further. Suddenly she was leaning over, taking her friend's lovely face in her hands like a porcelain vase, and kissing Sheila on the lips.
Sheila not only accepted Debbie's behavior, but prolonged the kiss. The women were quickly exchanging tongues, and Sheila wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling Debbie on top of her.
In the midst of the warm, tonguing kiss, Sheila's robe came open. Her bare tits heaved against Debbie's pressing chest, her nipples unmistakably hardening with arousal.
When the kiss was broken, Debbie felt honor-bound to ask her friend, "Are you sure this is what you want, Sheila?"
"My body feels so good against yours," Sheila murmured. "So safe. Please don't stop what you're doing to me."
"We could be taking a big step here," Debbie pointed out.
"I'll leave it up to you," Sheila answered. "I trust you completely."
The only kisses Debbie had ever shared with another woman were friendly pecks on the cheek, and the only embraces had been brief hugs of hello and goodbye. Now, with no warning, she had Sheila all but naked beneath her and could not draw herself away. The excitement that made her pussy tingle and moisten did not lie.
"Take off my robe, Debbie---make me completely naked," Sheila urged. "I felt so dirty before you got here. Make me feel clean again. Only another woman can do it for me."
Debbie could not refuse. She pulled Sheila's robe away, then knelt between her friend's parted legs to look at her uncovered body.
"Sheila, you're beautiful," Debbie automatically gushed as she gazed upon her friend's perfect tits. She could not resist fondling those tits, rubbing the hard, pink nipples until they turned red.
But then, as her eyes moved down Sheila's nude form, Debbie's reaction turned from bliss to shock. For the first time Debbie noticed the ugly bruises on the lower part of her friend's body.
The worst of the damage was on the inside of Sheila's legs. There were purple marks in the shape of gouging fingertips leading up to the flossy triangle of her cunt.
"I tried to hold my legs together," Sheila explained, "but the rapist forced them apart. I think he would have done it anyway, even if I hadn't resisted. He liked hurting me."
"I won't hurt you. Wouldn't ever do that," Debbie said soothingly.
"I know," Sheila sighed. "I know you'll be gentle with me."
"Are you asking me to do something more to you, Sheila?"
"Please, Debbie, please."
Debbie could not ignore her friend's plea, especially when her friend was so trusting. So gorgeous. So eager for another woman to ease her pain.
Debbie's face dipped into the sweet region between Sheila's thighs. Never having been so close to another woman's cunt, Debbie filled her eyes with the succulent treasure and treated her nostrils to the heady aroma of another's pussy.
Holding her breath, Debbie made the big plunge. The lips of her mouth abruptly pressed against the lips of Sheila's twat. Sheila flexed her crotch upon contact, and the sticky film of fresh pussy juice spread across Debbie's tastebuds.
"Eat me, eat me," Sheila groaned with ecstasy.
Debbie's tongue slipped into Sheila's cunt. The flavor was even sweeter inside the sugary gash, turning Debbie on past the point of no return. Without delay, her tongue began moving in a fucking motion, engorging Debbie's pussy with its deep thrusts.
For a few moments the only sound in the house was that of Debbie's mouth on Sheila's cunt. Excess spit and pussy juice leaked down Debbie's chin and Sheila's spread thighs.
"Ooooh, I think I'm going to come already," Sheila ended the wordless spell. "Come so much. Right in your mouth, Debbie."
Sheila's asscheeks squeezed together and her spine arched as she ground her cunt into Debbie's face. Then she lifted her knees and dug her fingers into the couch, shuddering from something wonderful.
"Hallelujah!" Sheila cried, celebrating the orgasm that had arrived with crushing impact. "Feels so good! What a climax!"
What a climax, indeed. Spasming with delight, Sheila's cunt oozed pussy juice into Debbie's mouth. All the while, Debbie's cock-like tongue surged deeper and deeper into Sheila's twat.
Now Sheila wanted even more excitement. Having her pussy sucked to orgasm was no longer enough. She craved a sweet cunt to eat, too.
So Sheila moaned to Debbie to shift her body around. Debbie quickly obliged, as anxious to have a tongue up her own cunt as she was to continue mouth-fucking Sheila's pussy.
Debbie's tongue twisted in the tight channel of Sheila's twat as she swung her body around. Now Debbie was astride Sheila's torso with her knees, her spread flanks hovering over her cunt-hungry friend's salivating mouth.
Sheila reached up and tore Debbie's skirt away. Then she went to work on the soaked panties, rolling them down until they spanned her tits, a yellow nylon webbing connecting Debbie's straddling knees.
Debbie's exposed cunt was just inches from Sheila's twitching mouth. Sheila made the move, lifting her head at the same time she pulled down Debbie's wide-open crotch. The connection of mouth and twat was made with a wet kiss, mouth lips and pussy hps welding together.
Sheila's tongue lanced Debbie's cunt. Debbie had never felt anything better than this female intrusion in her pussy. She demonstrated her delight by churning her hips and wiggling her cunt in Sheila's face.
There were no words--just sucking, slurping and squishing. As each female lover engaged in her first lesbian sixty-nine, the couch-springs squealed and the air was perfumed with the musk of all-woman sex.
On top of the action, Debbie experienced her first female-induced orgasm. She didn't have long to savor it, though, for her initial climax was succeeded by a second, a third, then another and another. Or at least that's the way she felt. Multiple orgasms seemed to be battering her, each one a hammering blow to her senses that surpassed its predecessor in intensity.
Down below, Sheila matched Debbie thrill for thrill. She wriggled every time an orgasmic peak occurred, thrusting her damp crotch against Debbie's face.
Eventually things got sloppy. Each woman was coming so hard from tonguing the other's pussy and getting her own cunt eaten that she could no longer control her writhing body. The couch tipped this way and that from its increasingly ungainly burden, then heaved forward and dumped its contents onto the floor.
Debbie and Sheila landed in a heap, their mouths jostled from one another's pussies. Making the best of the abrupt ending to their lesbian sixty-nine, Sheila moved to fully undress Debbie.
"I love your tits," Sheila swooned when she had stripped Debbie as naked as she was.
The two women passionately embraced, their bare breasts squashed together. As they kissed, their mouths primed with pussy juice from the sixty-nine, Debbie and Sheila traded tongues and shared the funky taste of their cunts. Now Sheila forced Debbie back against the carpet, sprawling on top of her by the time their kiss had to yield to the need for breath. In the descent to the floor, Sheila's hips had fallen between Debbie's spread thighs. A swift adjustment, and their cunts were touching, and then rubbing magically together.
"Oh, God, Sheila, it's just like you're fucking me," Debbie groaned, her ass wriggling from her lover's pussy-thrusts. "Even without a cock it's just as good."
"Maybe better," Sheila groaned too. "Who needs a damn cock with two pussies as hot as ours?"
Debbie wrapped her legs around Sheila's waist, just as she would with a man who was fucking her. Of course, there was no stiff cock to stuff into her twat, but what happened took second place to nothing. For Debbie's and Sheila's clits had snagged each other!
Twelve-inch pricks in each of their cunts could not have made Debbie or Sheila climax any more intensely than they did when their clits crossed wires. The two women came as one.
"Coming, coming, coming!" Sheila chanted.
"So hard! So much! Sooo good!" Debbie added.
Then both women cried in a single, ringing voice, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
As they got it on, the female lovers could not keep their hands from roving all over one another's naked bodies. There was so much to touch and feel as their cunts fucked--tits and hips to stroke, thighs to caress, and asscheeks to squeeze like ripe melons.
Then, Debbie and Sheila simultaneously dug into each other's squirming butts. Soon, female assholes were being tested by female fingers-- first with tickling, then with pokes, and at last with stabbing penetration.
Each finger fucking the other's ass, Debbie and Sheila ground their cunts together even more fiercely. So much pussy juice had escaped from their twats that it was matting their pubic hair, slicking their bellies, and trickling down their thighs. The sound of moist flesh slapping together signaled each joint pussy-thrust.
Now Debbie did even more. She took one of Sheila's tits in her mouth and chewed the nipple just hard enough between her molars. Sheila shrieked with an agony that only heightened her ecstasy.
"Do you love it?" Debbie joyously asked when she released Sheila's mangled tit.
"More than anything!" Sheila whooped.
Then it was Sheila who was satisfying her tit-hunger. She squeezed Debbie's jugs together and took both nipples in her mouth at the same time. She sucked them and then sandpapered them with the rough side of her tongue, finally biting into them just short of drawing blood.
"Sheila, you damn vampire," Debbie joked through her latest orgasm, this one induced at least partially by the glorious pain she was experiencing.
"Oh, Jesus," Sheila rasped when she released Debbie's tits from her oral grip, "got to quit. I'm so horny I'll bite your nipples right off if I don't stop sucking your beautiful boobs. 'Good enough to eat' is no lie. You make me do things I never even dreamed of."
"No man ever paid me a better compliment," Debbie told Sheila.
"No man ever wanted you more than I do. You never turned any man on more than you have me," Sheila gushed. "You've made me so hot. So horny. Made me feel more like a woman than I ever have in my life."
"It's a pleasure," Debbie cooed back.
Then the talking stopped and the female lovers went back to fucking and fingering with everything they had. New climaxes arrived with crashing force, so powerful that neither woman wanted hers to ever end.
To keep the orgasmic electricity flowing, Debbie and Sheila instinctively started pinching one another's clits, increasing the pressure on their crumbling sensibilities.
"More! More!" Sheila screeched. "Keep me coming, Debbie! Don't let it stop! Whatever you do to me, I'll do back!"
Debbie abruptly shoved her fingers into Sheila's pussy, pushing and cramming until nearly her whole hand filled the damp, stretched cavity. As she had promised, Sheila immediately followed suit, gouging Debbie's twat with all five digits of her right hand.
The two women clawed into one another's cunts, so turned on by their latest maneuver that they rolled across the floor, taking turns on top. They knocked against a chair and temporarily came apart. Anxious to push things even further, Sheila hoisted herself onto the chair, shifting to her knees. Her loins were spread in front of Debbie's face.
"What do you want me to do to you?" Debbie panted.
"Anything!" Sheila shrieked with raw lust. "Everything! Just go wild!"
Debbie thrust her fingers into Sheila's cunt again. But this time, rather than digging with them, she balled them so her knuckles flexed into a fist.
"Ooooff!" Sheila grunted as the tender passage of her cunt was punched by Debbie's knuckles. "What in God's name are you doing to me?"
"Fucking you with my fist," Debbie revealed. "Can you dig it?"
"Ooooh, kinky," Sheila swooned. "You can't believe how good it hurts."
"I'll find out when you do it to me later," Debbie chuckled. "But for now, I'm the teacher and you're the pupil. Hang on, I'm going to hammer you."
Debbie's fist fired again into Sheila's cunt, bringing a joyous yelp of pain from the latter's throat. Then another punch, and another yelp. A third punch and a fourth. Debbie pistoned her fucking fist faster and faster.
"Can't stand it! Too much!" Sheila screamed, then abruptly contradicted herself with, "Can't get enough of your fist in my cunt! Don't let up! Punish me! Make me suffer! Make me come like I've never come in my whole damn life!"
"You got it," Debbie puffed in reply, whamming her fist to the tender core of Sheila's deep fuck-hole.
"Arrrgghh!" Sheila screeched.
Then the screeching turned into gibberish. It was the cry of a woman who was climaxing intensely.
Debbie, however, had no difficulty understanding Sheila. She guessed she herself would be howling the same hysterical message when the positions were reversed and Sheila was fistfucking her cunt.
That would happen. Debbie would eventually take Sheila's knuckles deep in her own twat, and squeal like a stuck pig.
And a lot more would happen, too. For Debbie and Sheila were a pair of lovers who could not get enough of each other's naked bodies. Everything two horny women could do, they tried. Their pussies, mouths, fingers, tits and asses--all were active. There was constant fucking, sucking, fingering, biting, teasing and licking. Pussy juice leaked wherever Debbie and Sheila came temporarily to rest, leaving a trail of stains across the carpet. Finally they wound up in bed, and that was where it ended at last, well over an hour after it had all begun.
Exhaustion, long in arriving, caught up with them suddenly. Tongues, fingers, arms, legs, nipples and clits went soft. Muscles were sore. Pussies and tits ached. Fatigue was like a thick, gooey icing that had spread over the tired lovers. Sleep was the only logical alternative now; the conscious world could offer nothing to match what the lovers had just experienced.
Sheila was the last to speak before she and Debbie submerged themselves into a mental void. Her voice was weak but Debbie heard every word with crystal clarity. Indeed, she would never forget them.
"You make it worth being raped," Sheila whispered. "If I hadn't been raped, you would have never come over today . . . this would have never happened ... I'd still be waiting to fuck and suck my first woman. Knowing what I know now, I couldn't stand that."
Then Sheila's eyelids lowered and her head dropped against a pillow. Instantly asleep, she was smiling sweetly.
Debbie kissed her newest lover lightly on those curved lips, and then slipped into her own restful darkness, smiling too.