Joyce has a lesbian encounter

It’s Saturday! I thought to myself as I awoke to the sun shining into my window through slightly cracked blinds. Saturday is the day I always spend with my best friend Jennifer. We have been friends for years and stayed friends through my teenage pregnancy as well as two subsequent divorces.

Through all that Jennifer has stayed a true and steady friend. So even though we met in school and could easily have drifted apart, we just stayed close. I always think of her when I see a funny meme, or I get a random fact stuck in my head.

At thirty four my circle of friends has significantly shrunk. Especially after my divorces. My ex apparently bad mouthed me all over town and my so called friends look down their noses at me now when I see them.

Anyhow, It’s Saturday and I get up and do my morning grooming routine. Then I dress and hop into my car. I make decent money as a software engineer. It allows me to work from home and make a decent living. So my car is a fully restored 1967 Ford Mustang fastback. I had it painted fire engine red and made sure I got a model with the 390 cubic inch engine.

At three hundred twenty horsepower, my little darlin purrs like a very angry kitten. Anyways, I shifted gears and backed out of my driveway. I took the long way to Jennifers house and rolled down my window. It was brisk and the trees were turning beautiful gold and red. I live in a city called Middleton in the northern half of the continental United States.

My hair whipped around in the wind as I drove, tickling my neck. I usually put it in a ponytail but today was my most casual day. I was wearing jean shorts, the ones with spandex in them. What? They are so much easier to put on. My ass is bigger than it used to be and I need all the tricks at my disposal.

I pulled into Jennifers driveway a little after 8 AM and walked to the patio door on the side of her house. It doesn’t lock and I just slipped right in. I could hear her in the kitchen, clanking and banging pans together. So I snuck around the corner and jumped out at her. “Boo, got you!” I said after I landed with my hands in the air and my feet spread ridiculously.

Jennifer jumped a foot in the air, a frightened look on her face. When she landed she spun toward me and started cursing. “What the fuck, Joyce. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? If you ever fucking do that again I swear I will… why are you laughing so hard? This isn’t funny!” I was nearly bent double I was laughing so hard. I tried fruitlessly to catch my breath, her red face and pissed look making me laugh so much harder, “Ha huff wait a sec, whoo wee that was funny!”

I took another deep breath and looked at her. She wasn’t so red anymore and she had a little grin of her own gracing her lips. “You nearly made me shit my pants Joyce, I hate it when you do that! I swear I’ll get that patio door fixed one of the days!” I giggled and walked over to her and gave her a big warm hug. Now Jennifer might seem small but its deceptive. Her manner and body language cover a feisty personality. She is about six inches shorter than me but in way better shape.

I always wish I had the drive to work out as much as she does but I guess most people wish the same, especially when friends with someone like Jennifer. Her body has been many guys wet dream I’m sure. “So what are you making?” I asked her. She blinked up at me for a moment then stepped back from our embrace and walked to the stove.

“Well I was making an omelet before you scared me into next week.” She said as she resumed poking at her omelet with a spatula. I sat at the counter after pouring myself a cup of coffee. I know where all her cups are and everything else in her house of course. I’ve been here a million times after all.

I sipped my coffee and she finished her omelet and sat across from me. “So what have you been up to the last few weeks?” She asked me very innocently. Her fake coy act cracked me up a little. I grinned at her and she winked. “Yes, I have an update on the whole threesome idea you gave me.” I then proceeded to tell her what my experience had been like.

She listened avidly. Her eyes stayed focused on me, barely blinking and I must say, it was intense. Jennifer’s eyes are a light green and she can burn a hole with those eyes it seems like sometimes. I stumbled a few times while telling my story, not used to her intense scrutiny. When I finished she blinked and leaned back into her chair.

She inhaled and dropped down out of her chair. “Let’s go into the living room, I want to be comfortable.” Then she strode into the living room with a determined stride. I stared at her back as she walked away. I wasn’t used to these sort of commands from her. She was usually a little more suggestive instead of demanding. I guess she is feeling herself this morning or something.

I moved into the living room and joined Jennifer on the couch. She gave me a serious look and said “I knew you would like fucking two guys at once. You know how I know that Joyce?” I shook my head, unable to see where she was headed in this conversation. “It’s because you, sweetheart, are a whore. I always suspected but this confirms it. You’re a whore and and a slut. You like two guys at the same time and I bet that now you will never be able to just fuck a guy without thinking about that threesome.”

I just stared into her eyes. I was completely floored by her words. I wasn’t a damn whore! Was I? She smiled at me. Her smile was all teeth and it wasn’t a particularly nice smile. “Here I’ll prove it” Jennifer reached out and grabbed my face with both hands. She then jerked me forward roughly and kissed me, hard.

I was shocked and a little scared. I didn’t react at first, unable to process what was happening. The she nipped my lip with her teeth and things low in my belly responded. I leaned into the kiss and she snaked her tongue into my mouth, flicking it over my teeth as she did so.

I tentatively stroked my own tongue over hers. Jennifer slid one of her hands from my face and grabbed one of my breasts. I gasped when she pinched my nipple. She broke the kiss and grinned at me. “ I told you that you were a whore Joyce. Look, all I did was kiss you and you got all hot and bothered.” I blushed and she cackled. I started to lean back but she grabbed my neck and kissed me again.

Her kisses were urgent and nearly bruising. I got lost in the way she tasted, her tongue flicked over mine and she teased my bottom lip with her teeth. I don’t know how long we kissed. Minutes, Hours? Who knows? All I know is eventually I was breathing hard and aching with each kiss. Jennifers hands had long since started roaming over me, cupping a breast, stroking my face, caressing my back.

Now I felt her hand lay flat against my belly and slide down. I felt her fingers at my waistband, then as she dipped into my shorts, beneath my panties. I gasped as she cupped me, her fingers exploring the center of me. I was wet and very, very, horny. Jennifer sighed as she felt how wet I was. “I knew you were a little slut. I’ve know for a while but this confirms it for me. Your pussy is soaking wet. You like me taking charge don’t you Joyce?”

I nodded wordlessly. She kissed me again then again, her fingers stroking my pussy. It felt so damn good. I was willing to bet that she had fingered a woman before. She was a couple knuckles deep and putting pressure on my g spot. I moaned, loudly. She pressed closer and slipped her fingers even deeper into my core.

I squirmed and she grabbed my neck and tilted my head down so our eyes locked. “Joyce? I want you to cum for me. I want you to come on my fingers baby!” Her intense green eyes locked onto my gaze, combined with her fingers in my cunt, threw me over the edge into orgasm. I shook in her grasp, my pussy clamping down hard around her fingers. I let out a gasp and then moaned really loud. She just continued to finger me, her hand never slowed at all, even with me squirming.

As my orgasm subsided she withdrew her hand and pushed me back onto the couch. She then lifted my hips and removed my shorts and panties at the same time. Grasping my ankles, she looked down at my body beneath her. “I wanted to do this for a while now you know. I am glad you finally figured out what a whore you are.”

She spread my legs and slid down so her face was inches from my pussy. She looked me in the eyes and then put her whole mouth over top of my wet cunt. I jerked a little as her tongue went to work on my clit. She flicked my clit and then thrust her tongue deep into me. I was dripping already but her saliva just made me even wetter.

She made me cum again a minute later, after slipping two fingers into my dripping beaver. I arched my back and my thighs were shaking. She gripped me hard with one hand while the other slid in and out of my pussy relentlessly. I convulsed, my vagina was sensitive after multiple orgasms, all that blood close to the surface of my genitals making it super hard to ignore how hard she was fucking me post orgasm.

She chuckled and reached her other hand that wasn’t fucking me up to my throat. She placed her hand around my neck and as she fingered my wet hole with one hand she started choking me with the other. Her fingers dug into the skin of my throat as her other hand hand steadily slipped in and out of me. I couldn’t breath, I was choking but I was also about to cum again. My body couldn’t decide if it wanted to orgasm or breathe and I locked up, my hand gripping the couch hard as my whole body went taught. Jennifer slid another finger into my cunt as she choked me.

My vision was darkening as my lack of oxygen nearly rendered me unconscious. Her third finger slipping into me and her increased pace along with the lack of oxygen was overwhelming. She released my throat suddenly and I took a deep shuddering breath and my body tried to catch up all at once.

I screamed at the ceiling as I came harder than I ever had before. My breaths came in ragged gasps as her fingers never stopped fucking my pussy. I was clenching my knees around her hand as I bucked in her grasp. She forced my legs apart and moved up my body after removing her fingers from my core. She kissed her way up my body, finally landing on my lips.

I gripped her desperately, returning her kiss with a greedy need I hadn’t felt before. She had just made me fell so damn good. I wanted to return that, to make her feel what I just felt. But if you haven’t realized yet, I wasn’t in control here, Jennifer was. She nipped my lower lip and sighed into my ear, her whole body on top of me pressing me into the couch.

“I like when you scream as I make you cum. Your a good little slut aren’t you Joyce? Tell me that your a good little slut.” I was desperate to feel good again, so I nodded. “I am a good little slut.” She smiled and kissed me again. Then she flipped me onto my hands and knees. “I always wanted to fuck you and eat your ass Joyce. You have an amazingly sexy body and don’t even know.”

She slipped her fingers back into my dripping cunt. I felt her tongue on my asshole and gasped as she probed into me, parting my sphincter with ease and working her fingers deeper into me at the same time. I shuddered with pleasure as she continued to lick and finger fuck me. She was very skilled and I knew this wasn’t her first time with a woman.

Suddenly she spanked me, hard. It stung but that combined with the other stimuli I was feeling pushed me over the edge and I came again. I hadn’t cum this much during my threesome a week ago. She continued to spank me every few minutes causing pain to bloom after every slap. After each slap she would stroke her tongue over my butthole or probe into it and it distracted me from the pain.

I was on the edge again when suddenly Jennifer stood, dragging me up with her so my back was pressed into her front. She reached up, grabbing my throat again while her other hand fucked me roughly. “That’s right Joyce, you are gonna cum for me again you little slut. I want you to scream again baby. Scream for me!”

She gripped my neck so hard it hurt and my knees nearly gave out. She held me up by her grip on my neck and her fingers in my pussy. I could suddenly breath again as she released my neck and grabbed my breast hard. It was just enough to push me into another screaming orgasm. I collapsed onto the floor, my knees giving out completely as I came. I dragged Jennifer down with me, still clutching my breast and fingering me. I shuddered in her grasp and tears were sliding down my face. “Please, please Jennifer!” I begged semi coherently. She grabbed my head and tilted it, forcing her lips onto my mouth. She stole my breath right out of my mouth, causing my heart to flutter.

She released the kiss and I inhaled gratefully. She stood, her fingers dripping from my pussy. She looked down at me and smiled. “From now on, you’re my little slut, you hear me Joyce. Mine, if you want to fuck somebody else, you ask me first. Do you understand?” I nodded and her face hardened. “Answer me bitch.” I coughed and clutched my throat. “ I understand.” She relaxed and crouched next to me. “We are going to have some good times baby, I promise. Now come here, you need a shower.”

She helped me up and walked me into her bedroom. She helped me shower then put me in her bed. I collapsed, exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, not caring about how harsh she had been. I knew that when it counted, she would make me feel good and really that’s all I cared about.

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