The Sapphic Sisters of Pax Bk. 02

"I noticed that you're wearing the same kind of body splash I do, peach essence. I can't help but feel that means we have so many things in common..." she leaned in and brought her lips to Amanda's. She simply placed them on hers, warmly and familiarly, and then waited for Amanda's response. To her own surprise, Amanda moaned and threw her arms around the woman's neck, ardently returning the kiss, her mouth opening to thrust her tongue into the stranger's mouth, overjoyed that the woman responded positively, returning the intimate kiss with passion.

"Please, I'm sorry, I don't know why I-" Amanda began apologizing, ashamed that her recent fantasies had translated into action with a stranger.

"Hush baby, do as I say and you'll understand everything soon. For now, enjoy yourself," the girl said, her voice simultaneously quelling Amanda's fear but exciting her, a soft tingle building in her pelvis. She was acutely conscious of the feel of the girl's small breasts against her, her nipples hard and excited.

"Kiss my breasts baby, I need your touch so much," the girl murmured, as Amanda leaned down and took one of the girl's stiff pink nipples between her lips. The feeling of it was amazing, the thought that she had another woman's nipple in her mouth brought on a small orgasm, her clitoris weakly erupting, pleasure cascading through her lower body.

"Oh my god, I'm actually touching - sucking - another woman, and she's naked in my arms!" Amanda's thoughts were a jumble, rational thought crashing into emotion, drowning in sexual frenzy, and any ability to make logical decisions was rapidly fleeing. In the absence of any expected alarm bells going off in her head, she continued sucking the girl's beautiful breasts, her own clitoris now actively sending hot jolts of pleasure through her.

The girl didn't seem to mind, her body pressing into Amanda's, her arms pulling Amanda's face closer to her body. The girl took one of Amanda's hands, and brought it to her hot, damp crotch, darkness forming at the satin material. As Amanda's fingers reflexively pressed into the fabric, she could feel the woman's cleft immediately under it, no soft cushion of pubic hair separating them, and her excitement level grew.

Amanda had little experience with real-life women's pussies - as opposed to her increasingly rich fantasy life - and the thought of a bare pussy so close to her excited her, and she gasped.

"Touch me there," the girl pleaded, and Amanda was more than willing.

"It wouldn't really be cheating," Amanda thought, though why that would be so wasn't likely to hold up to close inspection. Still, it was good enough for the occasion, and her fingers stroked up and down the woman's now wet opening with her fingertips. She could actually feel the woman's cream on her fingertips and sought out the top of her slim bikini panties, plunging her hand deliberately between the soft fabric and the girl's smooth, flat stomach.

"Yessss," the girl hissed as she felt Amanda's fingers seeking the intimacy of her snatch. Amanda's fingers slipped down her silky skin over her bare mound and swelling clit to the wondrous heat and moisture of her slit. Dipping her fingers slowly inside the girl's eager cunt, her fingers coating with the girl's cream, Sloane moaned and bit Amanda's shoulder gently, pressing her hot snatch into Amanda's hand.

"Fuck me," she moaned, her lips seeking out Amanda's again. They eagerly kissed as Amanda finger fucked the cute girl, tongues in sweet combat, the taste of the girl's saliva in her mouth sweet and hot, bodies pressing together softly. Amanda prayed that she would soon be naked in the girl's arms, and that they would be able to explore each other's body in the pursuit of total mutual pleasure.

"Eat me...now," the girl whispered in Amanda's ear, her hot breath racing across Amanda's cheek. She sat down on the closed toilet seat, her legs spread, her panties dark with moisture at her pussy. Amanda fell to her knees, her greatest desire exploding in her brain - seeing, touching, smelling and tasting another woman's naked, excited cunt within reach. The reality far exceeded the wonder of the fantasy as she neared the momentary centerpiece of her existence and Amanda froze.

Sloane aided Amanda's brief paralysis by lifting her ass from the seat, and shimmying the fabric down her thighs to dangle off one foot, her unspeakably beautiful - to Amanda's eyes, if no one else's - cunt glistening with moisture, her pink labia swollen and plump, her clit bare and uncovered, a small wet reddish-pink pearl of pleasure aching for Amanda's touch.

Amanda gave a small squeak, the only verbal expression of delight that she could manage as her instincts and desires took command of her body. Leaning her face in to Sloane's humid vee, she inhaled the hot, fresh scent of pussy, her mouth watering in anticipation of the feast before her.

"Lick me," Sloane prompted, perhaps unnecessarily, as no force on earth could have kept Amanda's tongue from that wetly gleaming banquet of feminine pleasure and delight filling her senses. She fastened her lips to Sloane's plump pussy lips, and all that had gone before in Amanda's thirty years faded to nothing under the molten heat of lesbian pleasure.

Amanda lightly, gently and tenderly sucked at Sloane's snatch, kissing the wet slit as though it were her lover's mouth, her tongue fucking into the tight, silky, cavern of womanly love with a passion that dwarfed anything Amanda had felt with her husband, and was rewarded with moans of pleasure from Sloane, her hips writhing as pleasure and ecstasy overcame her, too.

Amanda would have been more than content to spend eternity there before that toilet, worshipping the first pussy that she had ever tasted, but Sloane had much more in mind for both of them. Sure now of Amanda's complete conversion, Sloane gently took Amanda's head in her hands and lifted her face up to fix her eyes on her own.

"It's time we go to bed," Sloane commanded her now submissive lover, and Amanda was only too happy to comply to her every wish. The two walked together hand in hand, Sloane completely naked, her clothes in Amanda's free arm and Amanda completely clothed, but fiercely desirous of being naked with her new, unexpected female lover. Along the way they'd stop to embrace and kiss, temporarily diffusing the hot lesbian lust that was almost visibly sparking off each of them.

"God, I want to lick your hot cunt until you go insane," Sloane moaned as they finally reached the door of Amanda and Neil's bedroom. "Is this where you sleep with your husband?" Sloane asked.

"Yes," gasped Amanda. "I don't care, he's from an old part of my life - you're my world right now. Please...let's fuck, just us!" Sloane smiled.

"Let's get you naked." Between kisses, Sloane unbuttoned Amanda's simple pink blouse, pulling it off her shoulders, eyeing the older woman's much larger breasts still encased in her bra.

"I love big boobs," Sloane giggled, as Amanda already turned to allow Sloane to easily unhook her brassiere.

"I'd love your hands, and your mouth on my big boobs," Amanda laughed, trickles of electric delight flowing through her thighs as Sloane touched and caressed her back, then kissed the back of her neck, shivering with a small orgasm.

"God, how do you do that?" she moaned, fingers already unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Sloane's strong hands came from behind her and overwhelmed her own, the feeling of Sloane's strength thrilling the housewife, the utter naughtiness of betraying her husband and her marriage bringing her a thrill that she had never dreamed existed. "God...yesss," she gasped, Sloane's mouth still on her neck, dropping her head back to receive Sloane's kiss.

One hand squeezing and caressing Amanda's breasts and stiff nipples, the other expertly unbuttoning her and diving hard and deep between jeans and stomach, then between soft panties and skin, through the cultivated forest of dark pubic hair to her waiting mistress, anxious for domination by her hard lover, two fingers thrust deep inside her.

Amanda screamed then, so quietly and so desperately, as the real pleasure of a woman's touch became clear to her. Sloane supported her as Amanda's legs grew weak, her entire body focused on the center of delight that her clitoris had become. "God god god," she moaned, as Sloane pushed her pants down and half carried, half dragged her to the bed where they could consummate their new-found love.

They fell together on the queen sized bed, neatly made up but destined to be wrecked by their sapphic passions. Sloane rolled over on top of Amanda, their bodies damp with perspiration and excitement, kissing her as tenderly as she'd ever been kissed. It was amazing to Amanda that there could be such a profound difference in the way two women kiss, as opposed to a man and a woman.

A man's approach was to dominate his woman, which Amanda often did find to be stimulating. But a woman, with her gentle and tender kisses, touched with hot passion and tempered by a woman's giving and sharing nature, was the far more exciting and interesting lover due to her patience and her willingness to take her time in raising her partner's ardor. Amanda felt as though Sloane would have been happy to just kiss her all afternoon, and that it would have led them both to as many orgasms as any other way of making love.

But Sloane wanted to show her newly minted lesbian more delights than just that. She shimmied down Amanda's body, kissing her under her chin, on her vulnerable and delicate throat, showing her affection for the woman just as Amanda showed her submission, warm kisses and soft licks of her pink tongue on Amanda's flesh, feeling the beat of Amanda's heart under every kiss.

Then to the hollow at the base of her throat, and on to Amanda's damp chest and breasts, a rosy glow rising as her ecstasy grew. Amanda's pink nipples unbelievably grew harder with excitement and desire, their tautness painful yet inexplicably translated into pleasure by her swollen red clit. Her hips rotated as though she were being fucked by some monster cock, her only frame of reference for the source of pleasure there, a frame of reference rapidly changing and adapting to the new reality of lesbian lust.

Sloane slithered further, licking at the woman's salty and vaguely peach-scented skin, Amanda's flesh quivering at her touch, but she murmured words of encouragement, anxious to feel Sloane's hot, wet and rough tongue across the sensitive erogenous receptors of her labia and clit.

"Oh god...please, please lick my cunt, fuck me with your tongue...eat me out...god!"

Sloane chuckled, the woman's responses everything that the experienced Pax Terra agent had expected. Certainly the dozens of women that she had converted in the past had reacted much the same, but there would never be a sameness in freeing them from their conventional restraints and in sharing the amazing, ultimate pleasures of sapphic sex.

Dabbing her tongue in Amanda's navel, Sloane savored the taste of the shallow cleft, as she never failed to do, a woman's hot and wet folds and orifices constantly and reliably bringing her pleasure of taste, smell and touch. Even now she could smell the excitement of Amanda's cunt as she approached the woman's neatly trimmed but full pubic bush, a rarity these days, at least judging by the numerous hot snatches that Sloane had personally and minutely inspected.

She blew out into the curls, knowing that the random movements of the hairs would tickle and tease the woman, adding a special pleasure to the delights that were already assaulting her overworked clitoris, now proudly standing exposed and glistening, vulnerable to Sloane's whims. Amanda's fingers were in Sloane's hair, caressing her scalp and urging her lower, as Amanda grew desperate to feel a woman's mouth on her ready and eager pussy, lips and clit.

"I need to cum, so bad," she moaned.

Sloane licked around Amanda's plump clitoris, careful not to touch it, and Amanda erupted in orgasm, her hips bucking up into Sloane's face. Fortunately, Sloane had anticipated this reaction and pulled back.

"Fucking goddamn, I'm cumming!" the woman squealed. "Oh my god cumming...so much..." she muttered randomly, her head rocking from side to side as she struggled to absorb so much ecstasy in such a short time.

Sloane paused in her stimulation of the married woman, allowing her to recover from her body's responses. She looked at the woman's pussy, appreciating the beauty of an older woman's genitals in heat, her labia and clitoris fully engorged and red, her inner slit a deeper pink, glistening with her abundant moisture, her creamy fluid dripping down her perineum for Sloane to savor later.

Her heated fragrance excited Sloane, her aroma sweet, humid and musky, a woman's essence that Sloane wished she could have with her always, although she doubted that having her nose buried in a woman's cunt at all times would be practical. She giggled at the thought.

By this time Amanda had calmed down and returned to herself, her hand gently touching and caressing Sloane's head. Sloane returned to licking at Amanda's snatch, her tongue licking along her labia, soft hairs lining her slit, catching her fluids, rewarding Sloane's eager tongue with slick, delicious droplets of viscous feminine cream.

Sloane teased at Amanda's wet slit, fucking in and out of her tight, hot and wet vaginal opening, the woman's hips rolling again slowly as the stimulus of Sloane's tongue routed through her clitoris to her brain. She moaned as the pleasure grew inside her again, building to that now familiar failure limit, where her senses would cascade in the ultimate pleasure that a woman can feel, simply from another woman pleasing her.

"Oh god, come up here and kiss me," Amanda pleaded, already divining that there are numerous routes to a woman's sapphic pleasure. Sloane did as requested, lying next to and partially over Amanda as they kissed once again, with Sloane's fingers busy caressing her labia and around her clit, then deeply fucking into her slit, cream dripping from her fingers as Amanda moaned into Sloane's mouth, but not breaking their kiss.

Tongues dancing together, Amanda came again, her hips and thighs quivering and shaking with the intensity of her several orgasms. Sloane stayed with her as she rode them down, slowing her touches of the naked married woman, the two finally coming to rest together, and dozing in satisfied fatigue.

After about fifteen minutes, Sloane murmured, "Alright, baby?"

Amanda's cheeks pressed into Sloane's as she smiled. "More than alright. You're amazing."

There was a silence for a minute or two, then Amanda whispered, "How did you know?"

"That you like women?" Sloane asked. Amanda nodded against her, unable to look into her eyes. How could anyone else know what she herself had just discovered?

"Because I made you that way," Sloane said nonchalantly. Amanda gasped.

"What...what do you mean?"

Sloane went on to explain the ongoing war for the hearts and souls of all women on earth between Family Interactions Therapists, or FIT, and Pax Terra - both organizations dedicated to converting women to lesbianism, with the difference that FIT also wanted to destroy all men in the process. Amanda's eyes grew wide when Sloane made clear to her the serious nature of the conflict, and that neither she nor any woman on earth had any choice in the matter - other than perhaps which side she would end up on.

"But why me, why now?" she asked the brown-haired twenty-two year old Pax agent.

"Because you had information I needed, and needed now," Sloane answered truthfully.

"So you turned my life and my world with my husband completely on its head, to get some information? I suppose it's finding out where my brother is?"

"Yes," Sloane answered. "We need him as an ally, we have no intention of harming him, far from it. I need to know, Amanda."

Amanda sighed. "I guess I probably wouldn't have believed you...before," she said. "But now..." she then told Sloane what she wanted to know. Where he was, and how Pax could get him to trust them.

"You've done a good thing," Sloane responded, kissing Amanda's cheek. Then Amanda gently turned Sloane's head with her hand, and kissed her on the lips.

"I have two things to tell you. Well, tell one and ask one."

"Okay," Sloane said noncommittally.

"First, I love you. And I also hate you. I love you, because you've shown me colors, scents, flavors and dreams that I never knew existed, and how to enjoy them. It's like going from black and white to Technicolor - in 3D and Dolby." she giggled at her florid comparison. Then she grew serious.

"But I hate you because I was happy with my husband. Now that's never going to be the same. I will still love him, because I respect him as a man - a gentle, loving man. Although I doubt that he'll ever be able to bring me the same satisfaction that he did before - I don't think any man could compare to what you've shown me - I still owe him my affection and respect."

Sloane smiled. "I hoped that would be your response. It's the difference between FIT and Pax. We can build a world with men through Pax, but FIT wants to destroy that. We need your strength, and help, and your love for your man." she paused.

"You said that you had an "ask?" Sloane continued.

Amanda giggled. "Yeah...can I lick your pussy again...and more?" Her fingers were already at Sloane's pussy, stroking her.

Sloane laughed, "I would never turn that request down."

Amanda snuggled between Sloane's thighs, gazing in awe and wonder at the girl's beautiful bare pussy, and quickly proceeded to show her how much she had learned of the art of pussy licking. Sloane was transported in ecstasy at the sweet, loving sensations of a woman's tongue on her sensitive private parts, as Amanda took advantage once again of a willing and available pussy.

"God, Amanda, your tongue is so fucking nice on me there," Sloane coaxed. "You can eat me out all night long." She shuddered as yet another orgasm coursed through her, her body quaking with aftershocks of delight. Amanda dined on her hot, wet banquet for the longest time, and then pushed Sloane's legs up.

"I want to eat even more of you, baby," Amanda whispered.

Sloane quickly caught on, and lifted her legs up, until her knees were near her own head.

"I've been aching to smell and taste a woman's asshole," Amanda gasped without further explanation. Apparently her prison fantasy had piqued her curiosity at the pleasure to be found in lesbian analingus. The prospect of having her asshole licked by the neophyte lesbian sounded like fun to Sloane, so she decided to spice it up with words.

"Yeah, lick my filthy, dirty, nasty asshole you fucking lesbian slut! Stick your tongue in my fucking tight and dirty shit hole, eat my shit and swallow it bitch!"

For good measure, she let loose a fart in Amanda's face, though the prospect of feeding her shit was merely fantasy. But Amanda gasped at the naughty thrill that Sloane's hot, smelly fart gave her. It was exciting enough for the present, and she came even as her mouth descended on Sloane's cute, pink anus. her tongue pressing forward through the young girl's anal sphincter, fucking her dirt road as deeply as she could manage, until her tongue ached with the effort.

Both girls were cumming, their clits exploding in pleasure and delight, as Amanda serviced Sloane's cute rear hole, her anal slave and slut, now and forever. The two girls cavorted in lesbian delights for another hour, finally reluctantly separating their sensation-sensitive bodies briefly, then showering together, which led to several more orgasms.

Bidding her neophyte lesbian goodbye, Sloane promised to try to make it back soon, though she knew it was a lie. There were far too many available pussies out there for her to convert, to spend time on one who was already converted. Besides, the only specific woman she wanted to spend her free time with was her partner, Beth.