The Depraved Dykes of FIT - Book 3
Lisa Summers
Copyright 2015, 2021 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Sometimes Evil doesn't get punished.
Sometimes Evil takes over the world.
And FIT is oh, so Good at being Evil!
Chapter 1
"Do you know what I like best about you?" asked the brown haired girl, a fellow student at Charleston University and part-time waitress at King Street Café, as she lay next to nineteen-year old Dana Salvatore on the small bed in her small apartment in North Charleston. The southern lilt in her voice came through to Dana's perceptive New York -- well, Staten Island -- ears. The two had met when Dana was in search of something hot and good to eat. The girl, cute and a year or two older than Dana - well, she definitely was hot and good to eat.
Dana scratched behind her ear, shrugged and said, "Well, what? Besides my hair color..."
The girl laughed. "Yeah, forest green is pretty hot. Plus, I like..." she continued on languidly, as her fingers slowly walked down Dana's naked body, "...that you're all boy...here...and here...and here," as her fingertips caressed the tats on Dana's nearly flat chest, her muscular abdomen and then her flat, hard stomach with her wicked piercings, "...until you're not," slipping her fingers over Dana's smooth-waxed vulva to her prominent clitoris, then on to her wet, open pussy.
Her lips attacked Dana's as enthusiastically as her fingers attacked her cunt, her tongue slipping inside Dana's moist, open mouth, her fingers slipping inside her equally moist, ready slit. The girl was expert in her touch, efficiently bringing ultimate pleasure to the butch-looking college freshman, no movement wasted.
Dana arched her back, her grimace of pleasure extreme as her hips rose into the woman's knowing hand, the woman cupping Dana's snatch as she rapidly finger fucked her into a long, slow orgasm, from faint tendrils of wispy pleasure rising to an elevated plateau of ecstasy, finally reaching a peak of squealing delight as she brought Dana to her first real climax ever -- at least compared to that which had gone before with the boys she'd experimented with.
Dana gulped, trying to catch her breath, her façade of New York cool disappearing under the fingers of a Southern belle, experienced in the ways of pleasing another woman. "Oh fuck!" Dana finally gasped. "Fucking good...goddamn."
"Y'all like it with another girl, huh?" the woman giggled. "Why down here in Charleston, just all the girls like to play." Dana doubted that was true, but this one sure knew what she was doing.
"Um, yeah," Dana replied, unwilling to give up the dykey, butch persona that had protected her since she moved to the weird, alien country of South Carolina. "Yeah, it was...amazing."
The woman smiled. "I'm so glad you liked it," she drawled. "And I'm so glad that we met. There's just so many things that you and I could do together, don't you think?"
"Like...shopping?" Dana responded wryly. It seemed to be a very popular pursuit with the other girls at the University of Charleston.
"Silly boi," the woman responded. "I was thinking of fucking first, second and always." She took Dana's hand and brought it to the vee of her bikini panties -- all that she was wearing -- and Dana took the hint. She began stroking along the woman's labia through the cotton the way that she liked to be touched, feeling the light cushion of pubic hairs as she reached the top of the woman's slit.
She slipped her hand gently under the waistband, her fingers immediately encountering the woman's neat, small bush -- a tiny nosegay, really -- of brown pubic curls, followed by her small but erect and uncovered pink pearl of a clit. The woman jerked slightly, and moaned.
"Yes...but slowly," she whispered, as Dana's fingers continued on to her wet, hot slit, the woman's juices abundant and excited, her hips rising, inviting Dana into herself, an invitation that Dana could not possibly resist, her own excitement growing again to feel a woman's intimacy at her fingertips. Dana instinctively stroked along the woman's labia, smooth and swollen, the woman moaning with pleasure and desire. She shivered and shuddered, again and again, as if she were cumming. Then she sighed.
"Inside me, please, put your dick in me, fuck me," the woman whispered. "I want your cock."
Dana smiled. She was learning to love the language of other women's need. Never mistaken for a frilly girl, serving as the boy to this southern charmer was exciting her more than almost anything she had ever done before. And although she knew that she'd never be considered a seductress by most men because of her very boyish body -- with the exceptions that her new friend had pointed out -- it might be enough to caress, massage and taste the abundant curves and feminine flesh of other women to get off.
The woman's panties quickly disappeared as if they'd never existed.
Dana's fingers dipped deep inside the woman's steaming twat, her flesh hot, liquid silk that caressed Dana's rough fingers, her cream smoothing out the rough edges of one woman as she explored another. Fucking deep inside the molten pit, both women groaned with pleasure, Dana rubbing her own clit on the woman's hip as she penetrated the woman's cunt and stroked over her clit with her thumb.
"Oh my god!" the woman gasped. "Yes...yes...yes...oh yes...I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, her hips rising and falling between Dana's hand and the mattress below. Her peak of pleasure seemed to last for long minutes.
Dana leaned in and kissed the woman's sweetly generous breasts, her flesh pale, but hot and slightly moist with her passion. Her nipple, brown, erect and wide, found itself between Dana's lips as she gently sucked on it, the taste slightly salty but so good. Dana's own breasts, nearly nonexistent when she lay down, were at least identified by the large, equally brown, nipples and areolae in their centers, poking into the woman's side as Dana leaned over her.
"Oh god, kiss me please baby," the woman begged. Dana was happy to comply, their warm, soft feminine lips meeting in a different kind of passion, one that both women knew that no man could ever really understand. Dana's head whirled with the horizons of delight that were being revealed to her. Sex with a guy was nice, yeah, but nothing like this.
Clearly, she was going to have to reconsider her life. Continue the pursuit of men -- boys, really -- who had proven themselves resistant to her charms, unless they were guaranteed to 'score.' All while gaining only an uncertain return in pleasure herself.
Or...try giving girls and women a chance. Their touch and ways were much more pleasant, so understanding of her needs, and if this girl was any indication, women might be both eager to have her as their lover and equally eager to please her, in a way far more thrilling than any man to date could.
The two women continued kissing. Both frankly would have been more than happy if that was all they did for the next few hours. But when there is an even more wonderful prize available -- well, why not grab it? Dana reluctantly pulled her mouth away from the woman's tender, sweet, lovely lips.
"You are a hot little thing," Dana grinned. "How's the rest of you...as hot as your lips?"
"Why don't you find out, darlin'?" the woman grinned back. "That is, if you like honey..."
Dana began kissing her way down the woman's slim, soft body, her upper chest slightly flushed, a faint sheen of perspiration on her there and on her breasts, adding a salty tang to flesh that Dana had to admit was very sweet, indeed.
Dana pressed her lips to the woman's breasts, her flesh soft and pillow-like, smelling fruity, like peaches -- probably her body wash, and very pleasant -- dabbing lightly with her tongue, then pressing her lips around a nipple, gently sucking it into her mouth, her fingers framing and cradling the breast.
"Harder," the woman urged her. Dana sucked a little harder -- she'd never had a guy demand that he suck anything of theirs 'harder,' they were always complaining that she was too rough when she gave them blow jobs. It occurred to her that, if the guys weren't enjoying her blow job technique, and she certainly wasn't enjoying the blow jobs...well, maybe she just wouldn't be doing that anymore. She did then start to worry that she might be equally bad at pleasing women...
...A question that was quickly answered when the woman cooed, "Oh yeah, that's so nice," as Dana sucked rhythmically on the nipple. Dana continued, then switching to the other nipple, understanding that variety is indeed, 'the spice of life.' The woman jerked repeatedly, obviously cumming again and again. "My goodness, I never knew that anyone could cum so much!" she thought excitedly.
The woman cradled Dana's head in her hands, the languid movements of her fingers through Dana's buzz cut hair a good indication of her satisfaction, as was the slight movement of her hips as more tendrils of sweet pleasure seeped through her nervous system. "Yeah...yeah," the woman whispered, then a slight sigh of disappointment as Dana's lips left her nipple to travel on, kissing the hot under curves of her large breasts, and on her breastbone.
The woman's navel was a virginal untrammeled garden, free of the slightly chaotic jungle of piercings that Dana had on her own body. Dana wryly kissed her naked seeming navel, and continued lower, noticing a warm, humid aroma of aroused womanhood. Not at all unpleasant, but primal and ripe, Dana's mouth began to fill with saliva, as her taste buds, far ahead of her conscious thoughts, responded to woman's pheromone lures that have been effective for many, many millennia in attracting men and women both.
Dana trailed her nose into the tiny garden of brown curls above the woman's clit, finding it redolent of both the girl's natural scent and the appealing aroma of the peach body wash. With her face inches away from the woman's clitoris, glistening a dark red, pearl-like in size and gloss, it reminded Dana of the head of a man's dick, but shrunk to miniscule size, yet with some dozens of times more pleasure receptors than any cock.
So sensitive, as her own experiences had taught her, that instead of even contemplating touching it -- as a man surely would eagerly do -- she would stay away from it unless invited, as a woman's body is exquisitely sensitive in so many other areas that make it worthwhile to touch and caress.
She did blow lightly across the top of the woman's clit, and the woman shivered with pleasure. "God..." she moaned, shivering yet again as pleasure rolled through her like a roller coaster car through a hot curve.
"No gods will help you now!" Dana intoned in her mind like some villainess in a melodrama, and giggled at the silliness of it. She couldn't remember being so happy before. Light headed, even. She kissed the woman's labia, as her hands caressed Dana's scalp. Dana's lips brushed down her pussy lips like a fingertip, then she reached out with the tip of her tongue as she continued, bringing more sighs from the girl. The woman's taste here was hot, moist and musky, a deeper, more intense version of her aroma, and Dana found it intensely exciting, her own pussy moistening even more as she tasted the woman's wetness.
The woman parted her legs, giving Dana better access, and Dana rose up to then lay between the woman's moist thighs, coated with a slight sheen of perspiration. As Dana settled in between her legs, the woman pulled her feet up the bed sheet closer to her body, causing her slit to open into a beautifully eloquent pink flower of femininity.
