Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Then each of them slipped a hand between the other’s legs, finding plenty of moisture there. They rubbed and stroked each other diligently: there’s nothing like having the same body parts to know how to stimulate someone, even though in all fairness every woman responds differently to such stimulus. But it wasn’t long before both of them were getting all hot and bothered, smearing sloppy kisses over the other’s face and neck and shoulders while continuing to fondle the other’s labia and clitoris, sometimes sticking two or three fingers into a wet vagina.

Their orgasms were nearly simultaneous: maybe it was Hilary’s sharp cry that triggered Bridget’s paroxysm. They both groaned and gasped and whimpered and squealed in delight as their climaxes flooded over them, clinging to each other as if an earthquake was going on all around them.

After a little rest, both Hilary and Bridget knew that there was more to come (and more coming). In other words, they would engage in a serious bout of sixty-nine.

Hilary sensed that this would be the high point of this session, and any future ones they might have. Imagine licking a girl’s pussy! Why should men have all the fun? She almost dove into Bridget’s sex as she flipped over and splayed herself on top of her roommate. At first she just took in the heady aroma; then she buried her face in the moist area, lapping up the juices that were trickling out of her vagina and also giving a lot of attention to her thick labia and protuberant clitoris–both these things seemed much larger than her own. But Bridget didn’t find any deficiency in Hilary’s apparatus, and she licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. The one problem with sixty-nine, as both of the girls confessed later, is that it’s a bit distracting to receive pleasure while also providing it. But the upside is that orgasms can just keep on flowing, over and over again, so that it became hard to figure out if there were really separate climaxes or maybe just one long one punctuated by several peaks.

After almost an hour of this, the girls admitted to being exhausted. There really is such a thing as too much ecstasy! So they stopped, and Hilary switched around so that she was on top of Bridget, facing her and plastering her lips with kisses–and absorbing the taste of her own pussy.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, all warm and toasty and comfortable.

This first episode led to several others–not every night, certainly, but roughly every two or three nights. And it was during a break in one of these sessions that Bridget asked a provocative question.

“So,” she began hesitantly, “you’ve done it?”

“Done what?” Hilary said dreamily, since she’d already had several orgasms and wasn’t thinking too clearly.

“You know,” Bridget said impatiently–“done it with a man.”

“Oh, you mean had a cock in me? Sure. But I only started a few weeks ago.”

“Who was it with? Some guy you knew in high school?”

“Well, um, no.”

“Then who?”

Hilary looked up at her new friend. “You gotta promise not to tell anyone, okay?”

“Of course I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, well . . . it’s my mom’s boyfriend.”

“Your mom’s boyfriend!” Bridget exploded. “Holy cow! You mean to say”–her voice dropped in horror–“he forced you?” She knew all about what stepfathers and other such sleazeballs were capable of when living with a nubile daughter.

“What?” Hilary cried. “No, of course not! The guy’s a sweetheart. In fact”–she let out her patented chuckle–“you might say I forced him.”

“You forced him? How’s that possible?”

“Well, maybe I didn’t force him. Let’s just say I told him, ‘I want you to deflower me,’ and he did.”

“But–but why?”

“Because I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“And your mom was okay with that?”

“I’m not sure she was actually okay with it, but she went along with it. She has trouble denying me anything.”

Bridget knew about the death of Hilary’s dad, and suspected that her mom clung to her tenaciously as the only tangible thing she had left from that relationship. “And how was it?”

“With Gerald, you mean? Oh, it was great.”

“It must have hurt.”

“Sure, but I knew it would. After the first time, it was just heaven.”

Bridget lapsed into silence while continuing to stroke Hilary absently. “So . . . what does it feel like? Having a cock in you?”

“Oh, Bridget, there’s no way to describe it. It’s like no other feeling in the world.” There was something in the tone of her voice that said, Lesbians just can’t understand.

More silence. Then Bridget blurted out, “Do you think he could do it to me?”

Hilary almost choked. “What on earth are you talking about? You’re a lesbian. Why on earth would you want to do something like that?”

“I’m just curious,” Bridget said with a shake of her shoulders. “You said it feels nice.”

“It does feel nice. Except for the first time. Even that isn’t so bad if you have the right guy do you.”

“And Gerald’s the right guy?”

“Sure he is. But Bridget, what are we talking about this for? Didn’t you tell me once that you want to remain ‘intact’ for the rest of your life?” Hilary knew that Bridget still had her hymen–she’d felt it often enough when sticking her fingers into the girl’s pussy.

“I–I’m beginning to change my mind.” Then, with sudden eagerness: “Can’t you ask him?”

“Gee, I don’t know . . .”

“Oh, please, Hilary! Who else could I get to do it?”

“Bridget, you could ask any guy on campus–”

“I don’t want just any old guy! I want a nice guy. You said it’s super-important to have a nice ‘first time.'”

“That’s for straight girls.”

“Well, I think it’s even more important for lesbians.”

Hilary sighed heavily. “I think you’re crazy, but I can ask.”

“Maybe he’ll say no,” Bridget said lugubriously.

“I doubt it,” she said with a chuckle. “He’s a guy, after all. If anyone says no, it’ll be my mom.”

“Oh, yeah, I never thought of that.”

“She might be a bit peeved.”

“But I think it’s a lot less serious for him to do me than to do you. I mean, you go back home almost every weekend, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And–he does you?”

“You bet he does.”

“And your mom doesn’t make a fuss?”

“I told you: she’s probably not all that keen on it, but she’s just resigned to the inevitable.”

“Just ask him–and her, okay?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be seeing them this weekend, so I’ll see what I can do.”

When Hilary, dropping by at the house on Friday night, casually dropped the bombshell, Joyce at first wasn’t sure she’d heard her daughter correctly.

“What did you say?” she exclaimed. “This girl wants Gerald to–”

“Yup. Seems to have her heart set on it.”

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“She is. But I guess she’s gotten curious after I told her how wonderful Gerald was.”

Now Joyce was spluttering. “You–you told her Gerald . . . sleeps with you?”

“Of course. She asked.”

“Oh, Hilary, how could you? She must think this house is a den of iniquity.”

“She was pretty cool about it, after I explained the situation.”

“But this Bridget really is a lesbian?”

“Oh, yeah! There’s no doubt about that.”

Something in the tone of that remark made Joyce stare intently at her daughter. “You’re not going to tell me that you–you . . .”

“That I cuddle up with her? Sure I do.”

Joyce gasped. “Are you kidding me? You have sex with her?”

“If giving each other lots of orgasms is having sex, then yeah, I have sex with her.”

“Hilary, darling! I didn’t know you . . . had such tendencies.”

“I didn’t either. But it’s been fun. Have you done it–with a girl, I mean?”

“No, of course not!”

“Mom, it’s no big deal. It’s really a ball.”

All during this conversation, Gerald was looking from the older woman to the younger one like a tennis fan intently watching a long rally back and forth across the net.

“I think,” he said at last, in a subdued voice, “we’re getting off the subject.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that!” Hilary said with a weird sort of triumph. “Leave it to a man to get right to the point. You wanna burst Bridget’s hymen.”

“Hilary, honestly!” Joyce cried.

“Well, that’s what she wants.”

“She still has her hymen?”

“Of course. She’s a lesbian. And don’t ask me if she’s stuck anything up herself: she obviously hasn’t. She once told me that true lesbians don’t use a dildo or anything else that would remind them of the hated male of the species.”

“But now she’s changed her tune.”

“So it seems. Well, guy”–looking at Gerald–“what do you say? You willing to give her the full treatment?”

Gerald blushed crimson. “Um, well, I think that’s Joyce’s decision.”

“Why is it always my decision?” Joyce whined. “I’m not the boss of anyone.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” Gerald said calmly, “that you won’t be hurt or offended.”

“Look, if you can poke my daughter and not offend me, then you can surely poke this girl.”

“I have a feeling you are offended that I poke your daughter.”

“No, I’m not–not really. You guys have a good relationship, so it’s fine. But I just wonder if this girl really knows what she’s getting into.”

“Or what’s getting into her!” Hilary chortled.

“Please stop with the humor, dear. I just don’t know whether it’s the right thing to do.”

“Oh, what’s the harm? A little blood, a little pain, and it’s over. And then she can say she’s done it. Although she probably won’t tell anyone: she’d probably be drummed out of the lesbian corps if anyone found out.”

“I hope she doesn’t tell anyone–for your sake, Gerald,” Joyce said, glaring at her lover. “Talk about getting a reputation!”

“I’m sure it can all be done quietly and tastefully,” he said.

“If you say so,” Hilary said. “I’ll tell her the good news when I see her on Monday.”

But when Hilary did tell Bridget, the girl seemed to go white, then blushed like a rose. “He–he’ll do it?”

“Yeah. No problem.” Seeing Bridget’s hesitancy, she went on: “You better be sure about this. I mean, it can’t be undone once it’s done.”