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Storey Tails -- another lesbian story by Wilma
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Part 1
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The want ads in the Reno paper included opportunities for
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young women over 21 to work as prostitutes. The idea had a
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certain appeal beyond my need to supplement my meager income as a
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waitress. Besides, the ad for Storey Tails included part-time
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work only forty-five minutes from Reno in Storey county. I
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wouldn't be a whore if I just made a couple of bills once a week,
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would I? Besides, the profession had the sanction of the law.
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It was a business just like the little restaurant I was slaving
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in at the time. Beats screwing the landlady's face for rent, I
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told myself, which is what I had been doing. The woman was over
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fifty and had not a tooth in her head. Just as well she didn't
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because I was only twenty-one and -- but that's another story.
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"Do you have any specialties, Honey?" What a surprise was
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Katherine to me. I had always pictured madams as painted-up old
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sluts who had been fucked into brothel burnout and become madams
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because they knew no other life and kept hanging on. Katherine
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was only ten or fifteen years older than I was, had a degree in
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English from UNR, and looked like a modern young executive.
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"I'm not sure what you mean by specialties," I said,
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thinking to myself all the while how I would love to specialize
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in whorehouse managers who looked like Katherine.
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She handed me a menu. I couldn't think what else to call
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it. Once a waitress, always a waitress. I soon learned that's
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in fact what they did call it. The entrees were a bit arcane,
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and I must have frowned trying to figure out what they were.
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Half-and-Half? Driving Range? Slicky Slide? Around the World?
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Grand Canyon Suite for crying out loud? Copro-auction -- oh,
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surely not! Whatever happened to sucking and fucking?
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"I guess I don't do anything special," I said, feeling the
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job slipping away. I pictured my corpulent and edentulous
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landlady. "But I can do anything, I guess," I said hurriedly.
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"Rule Number One, Honey: No girl at Storey Tails does
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anything she doesn't want to do. You're a private contractor.
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You set your rules, you set your prices, the client pays you, and
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you pay us for providing a safe place and medical benefits."
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I would be a business woman! Clients, yeah, that's what
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they were, and I was a private contractor. The girls I saw were
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all full-time and lived there. A shift was three months long.
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Not for me. I wouldn't have been able to keep it a secret from
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Daddy if I did that anyway, so that was out with no question.
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Katherine was studying me. "I'll tell you what: we'll
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start you slow since you're new to the business. Do you think
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you could do a show with another girl Friday afternoon?"
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heh heh heh heh heh, heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, and heh.
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I could hardly contain myself. My first assignment would be a
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chore I thought I just might be able to handle. The girls I had
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seen there ranged from not-so-sharp to several I would have saved
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up tips for. On my way back to Reno, I wondered how much that
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blonde goddess I saw would charge me, and I was funky by the time
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I climbed the wooden stairs to my little apartment on the alley
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near the bus station. I looked around at it, knowing I wouldn't
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have to live like that much longer -- that is, if I could
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discipline myself not to give every dime I earned to other, uh,
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contractors at Storey Tails.
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The Friday afternoon show turned out to be a special
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arrangement for some businessmen and their girlfriends. If they
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didn't have a girlfriend or a kinky wife to come with them,
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Storey Tails provided them. For a price of course.
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I lay naked on a velvety mat that covered a knee-high stage
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in the middle of a room full of couples. I was the first thing
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they saw when they were let into the room. There was soft,
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lovely music and special lighting to set the atmosphere. These
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were not shouting, slobbering animals but men who liked to be
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lured sensually into slow insanity before their girlfriends took
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them to the orgy room.
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I twisted and turned and rubbed myself, loving the moans I
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heard and the occasional gasp. I figured the girls who voiced
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their lust were probably my fellow contractors doing their act as
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I did mine, but I let myself believe the girls were lusting on
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me. I knew the men were.
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Katherine had not told me the scenario. All I knew was that
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I was supposed to lounge around on the stage totally nude and as
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sensually as I knew how. After a while, I wasn't acting anymore.
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I was turning myself on. I watched myself in the mirror on the
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ceiling as though it were not me. It was some sexy lovely I
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wished I could feel against me. Her legs, her body. It just
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didn't seem like me. I writhed lewdly as I watched myself, and I
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had the curious experience of thinking for a moment I was falling
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in love with me. The entrancing movements of that lascivious
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young woman beguiled me, captured me, drew me into her charms.
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Realizing neither one of me would want to get on top broke
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the spell I had cast on myself, and I smiled at a man to keep
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from laughing. I was acting again, and reluctantly relieved.
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Minutes passed and I began to wonder if I had misunderstood
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what the show was all about. Maybe I was supposed to get off the
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stage and do something. I was starting to get nervous. What was
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I expected to do? Why the hell hadn't I asked Katherine some
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questions? She knew I was a neophyte. The familiar impulse to
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run was coming over me, an action that has more than once
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startled my sex partners. The men were clearing their throats
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and starting to make nervous movements. The perfect mood I had
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created was being eroded.
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At the precise moment my body would have bolted and run, the
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draperies on one wall parted. All eyes, including mine, peered
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into the darkness beyond the arched drapes.
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Part 2
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There was a flash from a spotlight. Was that a woman I saw?
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There was no noise in the room now but the music. We looked and
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waited. We strained our eyes. We knew we had seen something.
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Suddenly, gasps went up from all around the room when the
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strobe lights abruptly came on and revealed the moving figure of
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a veritable goddess cat-walking through the arch and toward me.
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The effect was incredible. The strobe lights gave an eerie,
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demonic-dream effect as the creature moved without seeming to
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walk. She moved onto my platform where I laid transfixed by this
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handmaiden of Hades. I gazed at the vision hypnotically as she
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came toward me and stood astride my shoulders looking down at me.
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The stroboscopic effect was unreal as she lowered herself down
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onto my face. Precisely at the instant her cunt touched me, the
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strobes were replaced by colored illumination of our little piece
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of the stage. Somebody moaned "Ohhhh, Mother of God!" and the
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room was awash in sounds of lust.
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The creature bent down as though kissing my ear and
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whispered, "We just got one of 'em off cheap. Sorry I'm late. I
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had to piss, as I'm sure you know by now. Oh, damn, I forgot to
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spit out my gum." She sat up and moved slowly back and forth on
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my mouth. If I hadn't known she was chewing gum, I'd have
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assumed her mouth movements were just part of her sensuality. I
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had seen sexy dancers do that with their mouths, pouting,
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puckering, chewing the air.
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I sucked on her and felt her, but it took a minute or two to
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get back my sexual mood. How could she pull this off, I wondered
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as I sucked her tart pissy pussy. We were two feline creatures
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melding together cunt-to-mouth in a beautiful act of lesbian
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love. That was my mood, anyway. Hers was manifestly different.
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She was an actress doing a scene. I wondered if she was a whore
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or a businesswoman like myself. I wondered if the temperature of
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one was any different from the other. I wondered if urolagnia
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was a perversion I had inadvertently missed.
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Ahhhhh! The Bartholin's gland cannot act! It has never had
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a lesson and would not take direction anyway. The goddess
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creature fucking me in the mouth was juicing up!
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She looked down at me with obvious surprise. It delighted
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me. I was turning this inwardly cold but outwardly hot performer
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into an honest woman. Her pussy was telling the undeniable truth
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that she was getting turned on. Her eyes learned sincerity next,
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and they crossed and glazed as they succumbed to edification.
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"Oh, you cunt!" she panted. "You suck it, you cum-mouth."
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Her speech center may have been affected, but the rest of her
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knew very well what was going on. She bent double to whisper to
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me. "Where the hell did they find you! You're gonna make me
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cum, you --"
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But up she went, her body's reflexes seizing control. She
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lost the ability to whisper the rest of her sentence and it came
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out "-- cuntsucking CUNT!"
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Moans and groans all over the room. "Oh, Jesus, Jesus,
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sweet Jesus," somebody prayed.
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"Let her have it, Velvet," a woman's voice called out
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huskily.
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"I cum in my goddamned pants," a man lamented pitiably.
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Dignity and sophistication were being lost all over the room
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as Velvet lost parts of her mind, a piece of her soul, and all of
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her girlfuck goo to the ministry of my mouth. She had me by the
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face now, fucking like a bronco buster but controlled just enough
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to let me evangelize her femaleness and lead her on to a glorious
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conversion.
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The pressure on my face eased, and I held her legs and
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sucked harder to keep her from leaving me. Then I realized she
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was not rising by her own strength, which I had sucked out of
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her. She was being lifted off me.
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The strange thoughts that dart through people's mind at the
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oddest moments: "I swallowed my gum," Velvet murmured to no one.
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"Check her mouth," said one of the two girls lifting her off
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me. "I think she sucked it down through you."
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Somebody started sucking my pussy. I slithered my legs
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around a female face and locked my feet together. I pulled her
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in rhythmically, pulsingly, sensuously, and let her suck at me.
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I couldn't see her in the overhead mirror because there was now a
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girl's ass in my face.
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I looked up the girl's smooth, glistening, naked back and
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watched her long, honey-colored hair sweeping back and forth as
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she took her turn. My tongue slid easily up her asshole. I
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turned my tongue upside down and then completely back around
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inside her rectum. She screamed and hunch-pressed her ass into
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my face. She started vibrating. Not another sound out of her,
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just mindless tremors as her demons shook her senseless. She was
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lifted off me very shortly and carried away like some decorticate
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lab experiment gone awry.
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I looked down again to see who was eating me, but I could see
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nothing but her hair and her busy busy head. I took hold of her
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and helped her root into my sex, tugging her with my slick legs
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and holding her head as I hunched her.
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But I was sidetracked before I could cum. Girl crotch was
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sliding into my face. Another forward job. At least I would be
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able to see the face of whoever was using me. Wrong! She
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covered me in womanhood before I could look up. Whoever it was
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was pretty well overheated by the time her turn came. Her hole
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was already moist, and she exploded almost as soon as I worked my
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tightly puckered lips inside her and stuck out my tongue. It was
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a technique my landlady used. Oh well. Knowledge is knowledge.
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"Holy shit, whoever's next, you're not going to believe what
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this babe can do to you."
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I was starting to get the idea I was doing something or
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other kinda special. I thought I was just doing what every
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cuntsucker did. Without knowing it, however, I was doing tricks
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known only to the cognoscenti of cunnilinguists. And I didn't do
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the same thing to every girl, either, because none of them lasted
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long enough to get the full treatment before she was carried off.
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Part 3
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I lost track. After a while I was unable to know how many
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women had taken a turn. I did my best for every one, but the
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best of mouths and tongues must fatigue. The last two or three
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must have wondered what all the fuss was about. It was all I
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could do just to lie there with my mouth open and let them work
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on me.
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I had barely enough sense left to know the last woman
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getting on my face was the first one again. Velvet had come back
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for seconds. She had a clitoris like a tiny titty nipple. With
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no energy left to do much else, I put a crinkle in my tongue and
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massaged her cumbutton with it. She tried to put off her
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eruption, but I got her with my crinkle, and my face suffered the
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consequences of her ineluctable womanquake. In a moment, she had
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cum and gone.
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The room was empty now but for me and my pussy addict still
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nuzzling and sucking between my legs. I had paid careful enough
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attention down there to know it had been the same woman
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throughout the several generations of women taking turns on me.
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No one had unwrapped my legs even once. I had kept them against
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her face nearly the entire time. Physical contact had never been
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broken from the moment I felt her face sliding between my thighs
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until we were the only two people left in the room.
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She resisted letting me pull her face up to see her. Not
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that I would have known her, since I didn't know anybody there,
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but I wanted to see the face that had dedicated itself to me for
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so long. I worked up the courage to assert myself. I took her
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by the hair and face and forced her face up. It was gooey and
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she looked drunk, but it was unmistakable who she was. I
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couldn't believe it.
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"Katherine?"
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"I think I love you, Wilma," the manager said through
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benumbed lips and thickened tongue. "Mom said you were good."
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I wasn't sure I had heard her. Only a dentist could have
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been sure of what she had said. "Who?"
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"My mother is your landlady," her rubbery mouth mumbled.
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I stared at her, incredulous, blinked away my disbelief, and
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lowered her face back into my cummy twat. I laid back and
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wrapped my legs around her face again.
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"Suck it up, Katherine. You've earned it."
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And she did. I let her wallow in the slop she had spent so
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much time creating. I gave her more of it. For the first time
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in a long while, I felt like my pussy was indeed a valuable prize
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to give somebody. It was worth more than just something to pay
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the rent with. It brought families together!
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I went to sleep letting Katherine gently lick me clean and
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rub her soft, pretty, previously dignified and now slippery face
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tenderly on my slick legs and in the sex she had fallen in love
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with. I dreamed of toothless young women real estate agents
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managing whorehouses.
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--end of Storey Tails--
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