Daughters of the American Evolution - Susan, Ch 02 Conclusion
Stories from one front of the global war
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This story is part of a series called
"Daughters of the American Evolution."
The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. The first story, and the best one to get a look into how this mysterious organization "converts" women, is "Daughters - Rebecca Ch 01-04" in the Incest story section.
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"Oh shit," I said.
"What's wrong?" Sandy asked.
"I just saw Joe - he saw us fucking."
"So?" she said. I was surprised at her cool.
"Umm, he SAW us, naked and fucking - without him!" I couldn't understand her not getting excited.
"And I say, 'so what'? Did he do anything? Did he even SAY anything?" Sandy was making me think.
"Well, no..." I said.
"Honey, YOU'RE in the position of power here - if he was going to do anything, if he was a
man
- if he was serious about YOU - he would have done SOMETHING!"
Her words made sense to me. He had shown no reaction, which told me that he either didn't care what I did, or he didn't want to fight for me, if he thought he was losing me. Either way...
I made a decision that, along with many others that night, would change my life.
"C'mon," I said, taking her hand and pulling her up the stairs with me.
"Where are you going?" Sandy said, stumbling along behind me.
"You'll see," I said.
We burst through the door of the master bedroom, where Joe and I slept - before - where he had retreated after witnessing Sandy and I fucking. Joe was lying on the bed, jerking his cock. I looked at him in disgust, then erupted.
"Get out!" I screamed. Sandy looked at me as though I were insane. Maybe I was.
Joe looked frightened. "What...what did you say?"
"There's no other suitable place for Sandy and I to sleep," I screamed. "So get out - you can sleep on the sofa, or in the car, I don't give a shit - just get out!" Perhaps acting on reflex, or for some other reason, Joe actually DID get out of bed, and trailed out of the room, his cock starting to droop. Sandy stared at me, her mouth gaping open. I quickly closed and locked the door.
"There," I said. "Now we can sleep." I got into bed as Sandy stood at the foot of the bed, naked and idly toying with her short, blonde hair. As I gazed at her sweet, small breasts, I held up the sheet covering me, and pulled it back for her. "Coming?"
Sandy smiled, and crawled in next to me, her slim form joining my plumper figure.
"I'd like to be," she said. "And I LOVE an assertive woman," she said. "Especially one married to a cuckold."
I took Sandy in my arms. Her body felt warmer, softer and much more responsive than even earlier in the evening. Her lips sought out mine, and as we kissed, she breathed, "Why don't you fuck me...any way you want to..."
I giggled, and said, "Oh, I intend to, honey." I snuggled myself down her body to her perky breasts, her nipples very excited and stiff. She brought her hand down between her legs as I began softly kissing her pink nips, and I slapped it away. I looked in her eyes, and said, "
I'm
going to bring you off, sweetie."
She giggled and said, "Oh, I know, I'm just making sure I'm nice and wet for you." I felt her put her hand back between her legs, and this time let her continue.
Her nipples were hot, and slightly salty, with a hint of the lavender soap from the night before.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. "What a lovely perfume."
Sandy giggled. "That's my pussy, m'dear - or maybe
your
pussy."
I chuckled throatily. "No, I meant the soap, from our bath, after we made love."
"Ohhh...I think I'd prefer having your pussy smell on me," she said.
"That suits me," I said, then got back to pleasuring her. I kissed and laved her nipples, swabbing my tongue around the little nubs, and over her bumpy areolae, her hips writhing from the sensations of my rough tongue on her sensitive nips . "Ooh, god," she murmured.
The warm sheet under us felt good on my naked body, and especially my pussy, as I writhed further down her length, kissing her flat stomach, firm and taut, my tongue tickling her navel, her taste much saltier there, making my mouth water. Sandy giggled, and I felt her fingers in my hair, urging me on.
"Don't stop there, sweetie - I've got a lovely, wet treat waiting for you."
I moaned, and pushed my pussy hard into the mattress, feeling a sharp, sweet current of pleasure arc through me. I could smell the hot, damp fragrance of her pussy as I neared her vulva, her flesh smooth where she'd been waxed. I'd have to ask her about that - maybe she'd want to do me.
Just then, we heard a tentative knock on the door. "C'mon honey, let me in. I promise I'll just watch."
Before I could say anything, Sandy yelled out, "Go away, I'm fucking your - I mean
MY
- wife." I giggled uncontrollably when we heard him sit down hard on the floor outside the room, and I decided to twist the knife. And yes, I
know
it was mean, but something larger inside of me was in control of my appetites.
"Yes, dick head, go away," I added. "I'm just about to get my mouth all over Sandy's hot, wet pussy, and I really don't want to be interrupted. And then my new husband's gonna fuck me hard, with her big, long, hard dick."
Sandy and I both laughed when we heard him moan, then I hurried to get to that delicious cunt. I brought my face down to Sandy's pussy, and using my fingers, I gently separated her thin, inner lips, watching as her creamy cum dripped down toward her ass, and pressed two fingers into her pink opening, my fingers sliding in slickly, her pussy gripping me nicely. Sandy moaned with pleasure.
"Ooh, yeah...like that, fuck me darling, make me your hot bitch slut..."
My fingers were enjoying the grip of her cunt, and my tongue was anxious for her taste. I lapped along her labia as I fucked her, her hips writhing as she wrung more and more pleasure out of my finger fucking of her hot little pussy. Her taste was sweet, hot and I wanted more of her.
"Lift your legs up, high...let me see your sweet little ass," I directed her, and she responded by pulling her legs toward her breasts, opening herself up further to me.
"Oh yes, that's a cute little ass hole you have baby, just made for my tongue."
I heard another moan outside the bedroom. I ignored it...he was really becoming a pain in the ass - though I had to ask myself why I was suddenly so dismissive - antagonistic, really - toward the man who had been the center of my life for the last fifteen years.
Part of it was the extreme pleasure that the touch and the taste, the smell and the sounds, of another woman, her excited body writhing under mine, brought to me. The pleasure of sex with a woman, I had discovered, compared to sex with Joe, like the Antarctic continent compared to an ice cube.
But another, darker motivation existed, an odd compulsion inside me to have female sex, and to dislike, or at best ignore, the needs of men - it had started yesterday afternoon, as though someone had flipped a switch on me.
Not that I was complaining. I would gladly give up Joe a thousand times, to feel Sandy licking my pussy once.
Regardless of any introspection, I found the tight brown female ass hole, and the slippery, pink pussy in front of me, far more beguiling than a cuckolded male outside my door, and the reaction of a hot female much more interesting, as she approached an orgasm.
"Mmm, how you feelin' baby?" I whispered to the moaning woman beneath me, with her knees on either side of her head. Sandy looked so delightfully slutty, I couldn't help but want to make her cum a memorable one.
"Unnh, keep licking me, sweetheart, and fuck me hard...please! I'm getting so close..." she moaned. She brought her right hand, fingers flying, to her clit every time my tongue left that hot little pink button to lick at her rear hole, even as my fingers continued to fuck deeply into her tight pussy, my fingers wrinkled and pruny, dripping with her hot cream.