"Ah, this feels sooo damn good," Elizabeth purred happily.
Elizabeth and her best friend, Dawn had spent the day lazily making love, and were now relaxing in the hot tub. Dawn had always been a prim-and-proper type, but today she had finally allowed herself to do something wild. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had always walked on the kinkier side of life. Her experiences had been varied and plentiful. Today's seduction of Dawn, however, topped the lists for most erotic.
"You took to eating women like you were born to it," Elizabeth laughed, caressing Dawn's thigh.
Dawn sat across from Elizabeth with her legs around her friend's body. The two were very close due to the size of the tub, and their desires to touch. Both of them were totally nude, and neither of them seemed to mind it. After a long day of intimate behavior, there was no more modesty between them.
"How did you learn all that?" Dawn asked, kissing Elizabeth's toes.
"What? My love-making technique?" Elizabeth asked coyly.
Dawn laughed. "Yeah, well, sort of. I know how I learned how to fuck, but I never learned how to give myself pleasure. You, on the other hand, are just as good with a woman as you are with a man. How did you learn all that?"
Elizabeth pulled Dawn's petite body closer and began to tickle the outside of her labia. Dawn shuddered, her body still wanting more of beautiful Elizabeth's touch. She was amazed that in one day, she had become a nymphomaniac!
"My sweet, I learned to eat pussy the same way I learned to suck dick--practice, practice, practice." Elizabeth kissed Dawn's open lips, flicking her tongue to taste her juices on Dawn's petal-soft lips.
Dawn looked at her with deep blue eyes full of passion. "Tell me about it, please. You never have told me this story, and I always wondered what turned you into a bi-sexual."
"All right, dearie," Elizabeth did her best "grandma" voice, "Come in close, and I'll tell you all about it."
Dawn scooted her body until it was up against Elizabeth's. Their nipples rubbed and bobbed together on top of the water, sending delicious ripples up each woman's spine. Settling down, Dawn was ready to hear the story.
"About three years ago, I was dating this guy who was a real wimp. His name was Marc. Marc was good looking, wealthy, and really good in bed, but he just let everyone push him around. Anyway, he had this friend who was married to a bitch they called a freak. Marc told me alot of stories about her having orgies, and about her being, um, aggressive, but he really didn't prepare me for what it would be like to meet her.
"Anyway, Marc took me to New Orleans to meet them. We were supposed to stay two nights while the guys conducted some real estate business. He asked me on the plane if I was open to alternative lifestyles. Well, I had been an exotic dancer for five years by this time, so I had seen everything. Or, so I thought. "Her name was Fiona. She was a tall, big-boned woman with long jet-black hair, huge breasts, and wide hips. I don't know if she was Latino, Italian, or what, but she was very dark complicated and exotic looking. To see the way she dressed and carried herself, you would have thought she was the sexiest creature in the world. She was wearing a black leather bustier and a long flowing velvet skirt. I was intimidated by her from the very beginning."
Dawn laughed and flicked Elizabeth's nipple playfully. "You, intimidated? I don't believe it."
"Believe it, my dear," Elizabeth kissed Dawn again and plunged her fingers into Dawn's silky nether-region. Dawn gasped, her body stiffening at the shock. Then, she relaxed and returned the kiss and the caress.
"Be still, and I'll finish my story. You may enjoy it, if you'll listen and hold still." Elizabeth stroked Dawn's ever-hardening little clit. Dawn nodded and opened her legs slightly for better access. She was looking forward to the nasty story and the fingering.
"That first night, they had prepared a lavish dinner. Seafood, pasta, rolls, wine. Lots and lots of wine. I was used to drinking, but I don't think this was normal wine. Maybe she spiked it, I don't know. Anyway, after dinner, we went into the den. This was a gigantic room, with several couches, soft carpeting, lots of places to just kick back and enjoy life. Marc's friend put on some soft music, and they started asking us a bunch of questions."
"What kind of questions," Dawn asked, rubbing her ass against the softness of Elizabeth's pubic hair.
"Like, how long had Marc and I been together? How good was our relationship? Did we have sex alot? Did we like sex? Why or why not? I thought these people were the nosiest people in the world!" Elizabeth laughed and placed a butterfly kiss on Dawn's neck. "Boy, if I only knew then why they were asking. They wanted me. I just had no idea how badly they wanted me.