The Depraved Dykes of FIT - Book 06

There should have just been her screen saver, a wallpaper of a basket of the most adorable persian kittens, but there was a garish square in the upper left quarter of the screen. "Oh, those darned pop ups," she thought, wondering if there was any sort of program she could use to prevent them, when she noticed what it was for. It was some disgusting pornography site, a picture of two very young girls, perhaps 18 or so, in an embrace, wearing nothing, completely naked.

Balloon-shaped lettering in bright red blared, "Barely 18 lesbians!" across the picture, covering their breasts, but one of the girl's buttocks was uncovered. Ann stared it, wondering why a girl would do such a thing as pose for filthy pictures, then she clicked on the pop up and found herself on a wild ride of three or four cascading screens, all with naked women doing the most unmentionable things.

Of course, Ann was quite aware of how to get rid of the screens manually and began clicking the red x's in the corners, and she was relieved to see the cavorting men and women disappear, CLICK...CLICK...CLICK, until she was left with one.

Across the top it said, MEET THIS LESBIAN PORN STAR AND CUM!

Ann was just about to close out that square when something quite unexpected happened. The static picture became live, with the young blonde moving and looking out at Ann.

"Ann, look at me," she said.

Ann paused, and then looked more closely. The girl looked quite young, little more than half Ann's age, fresh faced and innocent. "Quite a feat while being naked on a bed, and apparently in front of a video camera," Ann thought.

"Hi, Ann," the girl said.

"Are you talking to me?" Ann mumbled, realizing that a porn star on her computer screen would not be talking to her, but also wanting to be polite and respond.

"What?" the girl said, leaning into the camera, and inclining her head as though turning to her good ear. "Did you ask if I'm talking to you? Yes, indeed, I wanted to meet you."

Ann just stared. The girl pouted. "And we were doing so well," she said, and then smiled.

"Yes, I wanted to meet you," the cute blonde repeated. "Haven't you ever seen someone you really, really wanted to meet...to get to know...to love?"

"This is crazy," Ann said. "What's your name, and how do you know who I am?" she asked.

"I'm Carla, and as you can see, I'm into girl on girl action...and you are amazing."

"Well...you're quite beautiful, Carla, but I don't want any pornography..."

"Oh, girls loving girls isn't pornography...is it? Men putting their dirty dicks into women, that's the grossest, nastiest pornography possible, but women loving women...gently...intimately ...that's just beautiful."

"I guess, when you put it like that," Ann said, finding herself becoming more and more interested in this cute, young girl...who had an amazing body.

"I agree," Carla said. "You know what?"

"What?" Ann responded, curious to know what her new friend wanted to tell her.

"When men watch me, I get kind of sick inside, because they're nasty and brutish...but when women watch me, I feel like I'm falling in love each time. But you, Ann, you...you're something special. Can I show you how you make me feel?"

As the conversation became more and more intimate, Ann felt an itch between her legs.

"Okay," she said, the itch growing. Carla opened her legs, still in a ladylike pose, but since she wasn't wearing anything at all it of necessity exposed her shaved pussy to Ann. Carla cupped one of her breasts, caressing it and her nipple, which was quite small in relation to her large, perfect breasts. Her face reflected the pleasure that her own touch there was bringing her, and Ann could almost feel it herself.

Then, shortly, she knew she wasn't imagining the caress of Carla's soft fingers on her own breasts, which weren't nearly as impressive and large as Carla's, but quite nice anyway. She could actually feel the girl caressing her.

"Oh," Ann sighed, the touch of someone else's fingers there on her body quite unexpected and unfamiliar - but very, very pleasant. She watched as one hand continued to caress Carla's - and her own - breast, then the other began stroking Carla's thigh.

The shock was lesser this time, but the feeling was so exquisite that Ann gasped anyway. As Carla stroked her own thigh, it felt to Ann as though it were her thigh being touched so sweetly and wonderfully. "Oh, my," Ann sighed, her head leaning back, exposing her throat.

That was when she felt soft, warm female lips nuzzling her throat, kissing her, tasting her warmth, her smooth skin, her pulse, gentle fingers caressing her ear lobe - oh god, how often she had imagined some man doing that - then those lips touching her jaw, followed by cheek and then her lips, being swallowed by the girl's perfect kisses, her fragrant, peach-scented perfume filling Ann's nostrils, filling her mind, filling her world... and she was lost.

Ann was in bed, dressed in her ratty old nightie, the naked blonde Carla next to her in bed, kissing her as she removed her clothes, kisses for each breast and nipple, for each lovely part of her female body, worshiping her femaleness, kisses on the secret parts where she'd dab cologne and hope someone would smell it and compliment her on it, though they never did.

"Oh Ann, you smell fabulous!" Carla said, her voice throaty and rhapsodic. "I love your perfume."

"And I love you - your fragrance, I mean," Ann stuttered. "It's wonderful, fruity. Peaches?"

"You can love me, Ann," the girl said, her eyes as blue as the sky as the two women lay on a picnic blanket in a beautiful meadow full of waving grass, with patches of flowers artfully placed by nature. "It's alright now."

Ann blinked. "Where are we?" she said.

"Where we first made love, don't you remember, silly? Now I think I must show you how we did it, and remind you..."

Carla took Ann's naked body in her arms, her breasts pressing into Ann.

"Her nipples are hard," Ann thought wonderingly. "That means that she's excited." And then she realized that her own nipples were equally stiff, and aching with a peculiar yearning. Ann had only been with a few men, and thought that she had desired them, but not as intensely as she found her needs to be expanding in this woman's arms.

She could feel Carla's warmth seeping into her own body, as if Carla were giving her life, infusing her with vitality that she had not know existed in her before time, as she thought of her unsuccessful forays with most men. The beat of Carla's heart through her full breast conveyed into Ann a syncopation, her heart beat keeping time with the blonde's steady pulse, until she felt almost one with her.

It quite took her breath away. At Ann's gasp, Carla pulled back, her eyes kindly as she gazed with soft love into Ann's own blue eyes. "You feel it, don't you?" Carla smiled, as Ann nodded dazedly. Ann wasn't sure exactly what it was that she felt. Excitement surely, certainty of the rightness of what was happening, definitely. A growing sense that her life in the before time had been like a mirage, no meaning, no reward, but now was her real life. She felt the growing divide between her now life and the before time become a solid barrier, and almost all that Ann had been was washed away in subsequent events.

Carla's lips pressed to hers, and Ann moved her lips apart to allow her lover's to meld with hers, soft warmth to warm softness, eager breath building into short gasps of excited pleasure. Rough, warm, wet tongue licking just inside her lips at the slick, satiny flesh there, tickling her and bringing her one of the many tastes of woman. Ann felt regret that she had never tasted another woman before, but she would not miss this opportunity, nor the thousands that she could sense were in her future.

"Ah," Ann sighed, her breath flowing easily into Carla, who eagerly consumed it, and then returned it to her four-fold. Their lips caressed each other, tongues slipping against gums and teeth, soft murmurs escaping randomly from each woman.

"Yes," Ann cooed as she felt a small hand caress her side on its short journey up her body to her breast, fingertips sliding over curved, pebbled skin warm with Ann's heat, gently grasping her fullness, measuring, weighing, assessing the femininity of her breast and finding it good.

"Mmm," whispered Carla as she massaged Ann's smoothness, her roundness until finding the unexpected delight of an erect nipple, Ann murmuring her pleasure as Carla slowly, slowly squeezed the brown nub, caress turning to pressure turning to pinch, all the while the pleasure inside of Ann and filling her clitoris with sensation.

"Oh god!" exclaimed Ann, as the pleasure overflowed there and poured throughout her body, warm sweetness flowing to every part, every nook and cranny of her being coming alive. She had no words to describe the indescribable - how would a blind woman, on having her sight restored, describe a Titian masterpiece? How could a deaf man, once gifted with hearing, describe a Mozart symphony? Would they simply break down and cry with happiness?

She could not explain or describe something that she had neither ever experienced before nor had any idea existed. All that she could do was accept and allow the full depth and breadth of ecstasy to fill her and carry her away, floating on a river of joy.

Carla kissed her cheek, her breath racing warmly over Ann's downy skin. She continued, kissing her way down to Ann's jaw line, then grazing contentedly at Ann's vulnerable throat, her pulse beating strongly there, her life less than an inch away from the blonde's sharp white teeth. Ann raised her head higher and back, signaling her complete submission to her female lover, who chuckled and kissed further down, down.

Carla's lips were warm on Ann's naked breasts, her touch a light tickle bringing a small pleasure that she had not experienced when men kissed her there, as they infrequently did.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, hoping that Carla would continue bringing her that delight that she desired. To Ann's brief disappointment, Carla did not kiss and lick her breasts and suck - hard - on her nipples for days, but only for minutes verging on hours. Ann almost seemed to dream within a dream - for surely, this time with Carla must be a wondrous, magnificent dream - as Carla pleasured her with her warm, wet lips and tongue, with breath soft and gentle, with sounds of contentment as she happily sampled the varied tastes of another woman.

Ann had never felt the sense of reality in her dreams that she did here with Carla, in this grassy field, with the sun gently warming them both, the ground under them warm and soft, the combined fragrances of wildflowers surrounding them. This was reality, perhaps the before time was just a dream, and by comparison, a bad dream.

She was distracted when Carla's playful tongue teasingly tickled her navel, swirling into her small, puckered indentation as thought it were a delightful dessert. Carla spoke.

"Your dessert is a crème brûlée, and it waits for me below, darling. Soft and creamy, sweet and warm, mouthwatering, you are my dessert, as I will be yours."

How had Carla known what she was thinking? The question was lost as she considered the meaning of Carla's words.

"Oh god, she's going to lick my pussy - and have me lick hers - I've never done that, or had it done to me, oh-"Ann's thoughts raced.

"Just relax and enjoy," Carla coaxed her, again surprising Ann with her apparent ability to read minds - or at least hers. Ann slowly relaxed her body and cleared her mind.

"Yes, just relax and enjoy, I deserve complete ecstasy," she thought, a little selfishly, perhaps. She could feel herself melting against the soft blanket, her body molding to the depressions of soil and small clumps of grass under her. Her legs parted a little, and Carla smiled as her thighs moved apart, revealing the loveliness of her pussy, hardly used but with a bright future ahead.

Carla laughed softly, then moved her face down Ann's body to her plump mons, her mouth and nose at the edge of the small wilderness of her pubic bush.

"What wildness dwells in this forest primeval?" said Carla in a deep voice, and then they both broke into giggles.

Finding her voice finally, Ann said, "Well, you must explore and tame any wild things that you encounter there." Carla smiled.

"You were ill treated by men, they did not all love you and swoon at your feet as I - and every other woman on earth - will do soon, and everlastingly." Ann thought that the expression on her face was quite fierce, and it caused a delicious tingle in her clitoris, the first 'wild thing' that Carla might encounter. With any luck, anyway.

Ann felt a sense that she was somehow joining a family - an intimate, worldwide family - of women, solely of women, of every shape, color and inclination, who all shared the dedication to other women, exploring their bodies, minds and souls and a growing, intense dislike of men, even as she could not actually recall anything that a man had ever done to harm her.

Nonetheless, her mind had decreasing room for the images of males, as visions of beautiful women flowered like tulips in a field. Dark, light, slim, plump, blonde, brunette, redhead, their bodies covered and naked, each one caused a growing current of electricity through her clit, her pleasure increasing at the sight of women.

She no longer cared to wonder at the why of this awake dream, but only to revel in the delight that Carla and all women were now bringing to her. She felt Carla's slim fingers gliding through her pubic bush, her nails delightfully scraping her skin there, the sharp, brief pain driving into her wet, pink pearl only inches away.

"Fuck me," Ann moaned, giving herself over to her savior. For savior Carla was, bringing life and salvation and coloring Ann's world where before her life was so grey.

Carla's fingers surrounded Ann's defenseless, plump clitoris, inexorably pressing and squeezing her soft flesh, capturing the tiny nub between finger and thumb, slippery and wet.

"Ahh, god," Ann moaned, her hips rising to offer her pussy to Carla, to allow her to do as she pleased with her worshipper's body, throbbing like a kitten offered a treat. Carla bent down, her face approaching Ann's pussy, eyes delighted with the view of her sexual beauty there. Her slit, reddish tinged and slick, as blood filled her labia and inflamed her tissues inside, glowing and wet.

Ann's scent was rich and thick, musky and sweet, her vagina preparing itself for pleasure and delight unending. Her hips rolled with need and desire, aching for Carla's touch on her most sensitive surfaces.

"So pretty," Carla crooned. "The loveliest of all pictures, imagine yourself surrounded by dozens, hundreds of pussies, all for you, all awaiting your touch, your attention, all cumming with you at exactly the same time, delightful, creamy liquids pouring from them onto you, into you..." Her tongue licked at Ann's tender vulva, a kitten at its mother's nipple, Ann's creamy, fresh cum seeming to be the life giving fluid that Carla sought.

It was too much for Ann. Her orgasm seemed as though it were in slow motion, a high rise building slowly falling over onto her as she watched helplessly, though with absolutely no desire to escape. Sensations of pleasure began with her clitoris at their center, and then expanded throughout her body in a circular fashion, with not a single nerve ending escaping the overwhelming ecstasy that filled her, until she thought that sparks of delight would shoot out of her fingertips.

"God...fuck!" she gasped, uncertain if she would then catch her breath afterward, but of the mind that if she died of suffocation after this experience that would be alright. Happily, she did survive her pleasure, and felt oddly both the depleted weakness of orgasm, but also a growing strength in her core, like a battery being recharged from some mysterious source of energy.

"Nothing will stop you anymore, Ann," Carla whispered. "The world is yours, all is yours," she said, as her mouth dipped again to Ann's swollen, pulsing labia and clit, and her orgasms became continuous, an unending stream of joy from Carla to Ann, and which Ann understood she was to communicate to every woman that she would meet.

"Yes, lick my cunt, make me cum forever, to be in your arms until I die...I am yours," Ann confessed.

"You belong to all women, as they belong to you," Carla corrected her, and Ann smiled at the tutorial, her universe expanding infinitely in all directions. Tongue slipped inside creamy, wet slit, seemingly filling Ann's tight hole more thickly and deeply than any man's cock ever had, filling her with pleasure, and Ann dreamed that she even felt Carla's tongue cumming inside her, filling her cunt with a more desirable fluid than any male lover ever had, impregnating her with pleasure and delight that would last far longer than nine months - indeed, that would last forever until the end of the world.

"Please, I want you," Ann moaned, and her meaning was clear to Carla.

"What part of me do you want to start with?" Carla teased.

"God...your cunt," Ann gasped. "Let me lick it, swallow your hot, sweet cream, cum in my mouth, on my face, drench me in your love," she continued. "I want to be your lover forever."

"To allow me to do anything that I want with you, with your body...with your mind?" Carla murmured.

"Yes, that, so much," Ann moaned, even as Carla swung her own naked and lithe body over Ann's, head to foot, her pussy, smooth and bare, a deep pink inside, her clitoris glistening with her own wet passion descending onto Ann's delighted face. Ann's hands reached up to grasp Carla's round, full buttocks, touching another woman there for the first time, and delighting in the perfection of another woman's soft, warm ass cheeks under her fingers, caressing, squeezing and massaging the sensuous flesh of a woman.

It was the most amazing thing, from Ann's point of view. As Carla's rough, clever tongue caressed and massaged Ann's sensitive pussy, labia, clit and inner thighs, her own spasming pussy dripped a continuous stream of deliciously fruity cream into her mouth, both filling her hunger that she had not known existed, and quenching a thirst for other women, if only temporarily.

Her body floated in a sea of feminine quiet and contentment, perfectly balanced between delirious excitement and rampaging need and desire, her own pleasures attended to by Carla's knowing tongue and lips, and giving of herself to bring Carla the ultimate pleasure. She was certain of that, from Carla's sweet moans above her, and the involuntary twitches of her body as the waves of sapphic pleasure took control of her.

The two women lay like that for perhaps hours, even days, feeding off each other in an improbable perpetual motion machine of lust and sexual nirvana, as Ann idly wondered if they would just cease to exist at some point from entropy, their focused energies simply running out. But nothing changed between them, there was simply pleasure upon pleasure, delight stacked upon delight, joy unending.

Finally though, even centuries later, both women slowed their ministrations to the other, and Carla rotated her body to bring her face to Ann's.

"How are you?" she asked, her blue eyes fixed on Ann's eyes.

"Happy...changed, content and fulfilled, I think," Ann answered honestly. She could never lie to the woman who had opened her eyes to the upper limits of unbounded pleasure.

"Do you understand your new state of being, that you are now one with all of the converted, that all women are now yours...and you are theirs?"

"I think so...it's like being married to every woman on earth, isn't it?"

"Yes," Carla responded seriously, and then she laughed. "But without the boredom of old marriage, and the incompetence and disappointment of marriage to a man" - her face twisted momentarily with hate - "and with all the excitement and freshness of a honeymoon with every woman that you take for yours."