Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 08:34:54 -0800 (PST)
From: alfredogroats@yahoo.com
Subject: Homecoming - TG

Betty Grayson was walking home from the bus stop in the warm afternoon.
As usual, she had enjoyed the bus trip home.  Many people didn't; the
buses on that line were old, springs and shocks pretty well shot, and
their engines shook in their mounts.  But Betty always took the seat in
back, where the vibration and motion was greatest.  In the early days it
gave her a problem with dripping panties, but she found an absorbent pad
that didn't mute the action much and learned to fold it so that it
worked right inside her cunt lips.  The sensation was almost as good as
that of a vibrator, and she left the bus with a lovely glow in her
crotch.  She only did this on the way home.  Going to work she sat in
the middle of the bus so as not to arrive all hot and bothered, but
homeward bound she could look forward to imminent relief.

The men she encountered on her walk from the bus stop always gave her a
rewarding once-over, and so did women.  She knew she looked good.  Her
long blonde hair streaming in the light wind, her round, smooth face,
full, red lips and green eyes, big breasts pushing out a thin white
blouse and shapely legs emerging from a miniskirt and ending in calf
length black boots were sufficient reason.  But she often wondered
whether some emanation of her sexual excitement was another.

Walking kept up the nice feeling.  Legs close together and swaying hips
kept her cunt lips in motion on the pad in her crotch.  Entering her
building she found the elevator waiting, and spent the short ride up to
the apartment she shared squeezing her thighs together.

Opening the door she called out, but she was alone.  In the bedroom she
pulled off her boots, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor,
quickly unbuttoned her frilly blouse and tossed it aside, and unclasped
her bra.  She moved to a long mirror to gaze at her breasts -- big,
perfect hemispheres, with large pink aureoles and nipples.  She raised
her hands and stroked them.  Then she moved to her nipples, which grew
stiff with her caresses.

"Oh, I'm needy," she breathed.  Thumbs in the top of her panties pulled
them and the wet pad down and she stepped out.  Now except for long
brown stockings she was stark naked, her favorite state.  Her groin was
hairless, carefully kept that way, and she could see the flush of cunt
lips mirroring her feelings.  "I can't wait," she muttered.  Her hand
went to her mons and a long finger with a purposely short nail slid
between the moist lips and stroked her swollen clitoris.

Just then she heard the apartment door unlock and a low, warm voice call
out, "Hello-oh!"

"Sandy, darling!" she answered.  "I'm so glad you're home.  Come here!"
In a moment Sandra Caulfield stood in the bedroom doorway.  Betty loved
Sandra's looks.  Like her own in some ways -- long, shapely legs below a
pert butt, wide hips and narrow waist, above which a great pair of
breasts thrust forth, a generous mouth with full lips -- and
differences, shoulder-length black hair framing a pretty but pale and
slightly angular face -- superficially more similarities than
differences, but hidden now a difference of the utmost significance.

"Honey, you are so beautiful," said Sandra, shaking off her shoes.
"Come undress me."

Betty came to her and they put their arms around one another.  Their
mouths joined and eager tongues searched each other.  Then Betty's hands
flew removing Sandra's businesslike jacket and flinging it aside,
unbuttoning her white shirt and slipping it off, then unclasping and
discarding her bra.  Betty bent to the fine pale globes that sprang
forth and applied her mouth to a rich, pink nipple.  Oh, she loved to
suck breasts! it was the next best thing...  She moved to the other
breast as Sandra stroked her head lovingly.  Her hands found the clasps
of Sandra's skirt and it dropped to the floor.  Stepping out of
it, Sandra's body had the rich attraction for Betty that it always did,
and her long black stockings, attached to a black garter belt whose
straps ran under black panties with a distinctly bulky crotch, made her
Betty's own porn star.

Betty dropped to her knees before Sandra and put her hands on the
panties.  Very slowly she pulled them down.  There was no pubic hair;
Sandra shaved as closely as Betty did.  But the great, thrilling
difference emerged: the base of a swelling, pink penis.

Betty pulled until Sandra's whole cock sprang forth.  It was long and
smooth and circumsized, and halfway erect.  For a short time she just
stared, adoring it; then she leaned forward and took it in her mouth.
She loved the feel of that flesh, it fit her mouth so perfectly.  She
tongued it behind the globe that almost touched her throat and felt it
grow rigid.  She tightened her lips around it and rocked lightly back
and forth.  Sandra's hands were on her head following her motion until
she said, "Baby, you better stop that if you want it anywhere else."

Betty pulled back until her mouth was just touching the prick, grasped
the shaft as she would a microphone and spoke, her lips grazing the
head:  "Oh, blessed Peter, enter thou into me now!  I have great need of
thee!"

"Beget thee to thy bed, thou wanton," laughed Sandra, "and let not thy
snatch be closed unto me."

Betty got up and placed herself high on the big bed lying back, knees
high, legs far apart.  Sandra knelt on the bed before her.  "I have to
taste the goods first, honey," she said, and lowered her head to Betty's
wet, open cunt.  Her tongue slid between its lips and touched the
clitoris.  Betty jerked, a hot wave flowing over her, that kept
repeating as Sandra licked.  She was close to orgasm when Sandra lifted
her head and moved up over her, a very stiff prick first pressing
lightly between her cunt lips and then slowly entering her.  She was
acutely conscious of the wonderful rod sliding into her vagina, into her
depths, as was Sandra of the warm, wet envelopment of her excited cock.
Their groins met; Sandra was all the way in.  Betty wrapped her legs
around Sandra's, silk sliding on smooth silk.  They held still a long
tantalizing minute, relishing the closeness.

It was Betty who began to move, slowly oscillating her hips as she
could, each motion sending waves of pleasure through both of them.  Then
Sandra joined, going in when Betty's cunt rose, sliding out, but not
far, when it fell back.  Sandra rested on her elbows just above Betty so
that as she moved her distended nipples brushed across her partner's.
Betty was writhing under her now, pumping her hips as fast as she
could, her hands on Sandra's ass pulling her in, and panting loudly.
Betty gave a great gasp followed by a long, strangled cry of ecstasy,
and then slowly relaxed.

Sandra stopped her pumping to let Betty recover from her orgasm.  Her
long prick still in its warm home, she lowered her mouth to Betty's and
they kissed, wetly and long.  Betty's face was radiant and Sandra was
pleased, even proud, of what she had brought her.

Sandra started moving again, taking care to press against Betty so that
her clitoris would be fully involved.  She knew well that Betty could
come many times.  She was very excited now herself.  The immediate
pleasure she got from Betty's tight sheath was exquisite; it would be
great if their orgasms came together.

And so they did.  Betty was thrusting her hips vigorously again,
moaning, and Sandra had lost all control and was thrusting her prick in
and out of Betty as fast as she could.  Together their sensations flamed
and peaked at almost the same time.  Betty thrashed and quietly
screamed, and Sandra yelled, too, as she gloriously shot her load deep
into Betty's cunt.

Sandra collapsed onto Betty's body.  Their breasts and bellies and
mouths mashed together.  They had achieved peaks of ecstasy and adored
each other.  After a bit they separated and Sandra swung about so that
her face was in Betty's crotch and her prick at Betty's mouth.  Sandra
leaned in and sucked Betty's cunt, relishing the juices and her own
semen, and Betty licked and sucked Sandra's limp penis to extract every
last drop.  Reversing again, they lay together, joined at the mouth,
tongues twirling, sharing their fluids.

They dozed for a while, arms and legs intertwined.  Eventually Betty
awoke enough to say, "Dinner's my turn tonight, darling.  What would
you like?"