Chapter 2

Her relief was short-lived; the girl rolled Valerie onto her back and again lay on top of Valerie, pressing Valerie into the soft mattress.

In the dim lighting of the nightlight, Valerie wasn’t sure, but she thought the girl’s eyes might be blue. She could definitely tell that the girl’s hair was a whitish blonde. As there were at least four blonde girls at the party, this did narrow the list of suspects somewhat.

“Oh, you, your eyes are beautiful,” the blonde enthused and kissed Valerie’s lips.

Valerie could definitely feel the post now as the girl dragged her tongue over Valerie’s lips. Valerie opened her mouth and the blonde wormed her tongue into Valerie’s mouth. The blonde sucked and coaxed Valerie’s tongue out, rasping the post back and forth over Valerie’s tongue. The blonde’s hands fumbled with Valerie’s blouse, edging the simple garment up and over Valerie’s slight paunch.

“Mmph!” Valerie objected, panicked as she felt another pair of hands at the hem of her skirt.

Valerie could feel two breasts, hard nipples dragging over her chubby thighs. Valerie could feel the two breasts dragging upward as the hands edged the hem of Valerie’s skirt upward.

Valerie could feel her bra cups being pushed up, over her large breasts. Her blouse and bra was now bunched uncomfortably under her chin and the blonde’s hands pinched and twisted her nipples while she continued to suck on Valerie’s tongue.

“I, what? What, why are you doing this,” Valerie panted as the blonde swiveled her head and began tonguing Valerie’s exposed nipples.

“Because you’re so fucking sexy,” a second voice cooed.

“Want you, you need to eat me, eat my pussy,” the blonde suddenly ordered and quickly swiveled up and straddled Valerie’s head.

The blonde’s hands now squeezed Valerie’s breasts in a tight grip. Valerie grunted as the blonde pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Come on,” the blonde said impatiently and rose up onto her knees.

In the dim lighting of the room, Valerie watched the blonde reach down and part her lips. Valerie could see something glittering in the faint light, see the shiny object twist and twirl.

“See? X marks the spot,” the blond giggled.

Again, the blonde’s crotch descended. Before the girl’s bent hips and thighs blocked out all light, Valerie saw that the girl had a gold hoop threaded through her clitoral hood. Dangling from the hoop was a gold ‘X.’ The blonde’s inner lips peeked out of her thatch of blonde curls and Valerie could smell the woman’s excitement.

Valerie stuck out her tongue and trailed her tongue up and down the blonde’s lips, tasting her. She moved her hands up, moved her hands to the blonde’s thighs, edging her hands up to open the blonde’s inner lips for her tongue.

Valerie could feel her briefs being tugged down her thick legs. To her surprise, Valerie lifted her hips to aid the removal of her panties. Both the blonde and her friend cooed in pleasure as Valerie’s bald mound came into view. The other woman used her hands to part Valerie’s thick thighs.

“Oh yes, oh, oh that, that’s it, mm hmm,” Valerie could hear the blonde pant as Valerie bounced the ‘X’ with her tongue.

Valerie groaned as she felt warm breath blowing across her wet slit. Valerie used her thumbs to open her blonde companion’s sex more fully. Valerie groaned again and shuddered as she felt a tongue dragging up and down her wet pussy.

Valerie suddenly came to the realization that her pussy was wet. She was enjoying this nameless lesbian tryst. Valerie was not being given a choice; there was a crotch being pressed against her face and a tongue at her own crotch. Yet, she was enjoying this moment.

“In other words, Val, you’re not being given a chance to chicken out. You’re not building up expectations, making promises to yourself, only to pussy out at the last fucking minute,” Valerie thought.

She tried to force her tongue up into the blonde’s pussy as far as she could. Again, she found the blonde’s clitoral piercing and flicked at the ‘X’ forcefully.

“I, augh, oh, oh yes! God yes!” the blonde cried out and Valerie felt her face become quite wet.

“I, oh, oh God!” Valerie shuddered as the other woman thrust two fingers into her while sucking gently on Valerie’s fat clitoris.

“Oh, you, you’re good,” the blonde husked as Valerie’s tongue again lapped at the ‘X’ piercing.

Valerie shuddered and began hunching her crotch up against the other woman’s mouth. The other woman was thrusting three fingers into Valerie’s pussy. The blonde was still painfully squeezing and mashing Valerie’s fat breasts.

“Aieegh, I oh God. Aieegh!” Valerie screamed in orgasm.

Valerie again felt her face become wet when the blonde reached another orgasm. She shuddered and grunted through a second, then third orgasm.

“Mm hmm,” the blonde cooed, licking Valerie’s face. “Baby, you need let me taste her.”

“Mm hmm,” the other woman grunted, obviously pleasuring herself while pleasuring Valerie.

Valerie suddenly found a new crotch being pressed against her mouth. The blonde knelt between Valerie’s spread legs.

The other woman’s pussy had a stronger scent of musk. It was not an unpleasant aroma; it was just a stronger aroma than the blonde had exuded. The taste was also slightly stronger as Valerie lapped at the puffy inner lips.

“Mm, oh, oh yes, that, oh…” her new friend cooed as Valerie attempted to force her tongue deeply into the woman’s depths.

“Mmng, ack!” Valerie grunted as the blonde worked three, then four fingers into her.

Valerie again shuddered and grunted in orgasm as the blonde sucked forcefully on Valerie’s clitoris. Shaking, Valerie attempted to wiggle away from the blonde’s hand; the intruding fingers was stretching her quite uncomfortably.

“Bet, I bet I can get my fist…” The blonde told her friend.

“Mmng! No, no please…” Valerie begged as the Blonde twisted her fingers inside of Valerie’s sex.

Valerie grunted as the girl riding her face pressed her full weight against Valerie’s fat breasts. The weight pressing down on her breasts was excruciating, the pressure against her chest made breathing very difficult. Valerie could also feel the blonde’s five fingers forcing into her splayed, stretched pussy.

Valerie screamed out as she now felt the blonde’s tightly clenched fist rasping along her inner walls. Valerie screamed as the other woman’s fingernails dug into her extremely tender areolae.

“Oh, oh yes, oh yes, that, that’s it, that…Augh!” the other woman barked out in orgasm as Valerie frantically licked, flicked her tongue against the woman’s clitoris.

“Mmng! I oh, oh Jesus!” Valerie screamed out in orgasm.

“Hey sleepy head!” Makeda smiled down, discretely tugging Valerie’s skirt down over Valerie’s exposed mound.

“I uh, huh?” Valerie said, blinking against the harsh overhead light.

Valerie gasped and pulled her bunched up bra and blouse down, covering her fat breasts. Makeda smiled as Valerie looked around in confusion.

“Had too much to drink?” Makeda asked.

“I, no, no, remember? I, I didn’t have anything to drink,” Valerie winced as her movements caused pain in her tortured nipples.

Taking a step from the bed caused Valerie’s crotch to throb. Obviously her pussy was quite sore from the blonde fisting her.

“I mean, girl, you welcome to stay, you know that,” Makeda continued prattling as Valerie checked her zip pouch for keys and cell phone and wallet.

Obviously, the two women had not had theft on their minds; everything was still in her small pouch. She looked around and realized, the two women had stolen something; they’d taken her panties as a souvenir of their little fun.

“Hey, Makeda, uh, going make me clean all this…oh! Hey, I uh, I thought everyone was gone,” Frank Johnson snapped then stepped back as he spotted Valerie in the room.

“I come in here to get the fucking vacuum cleaner, all right?” Makeda snarled at Frank. “That all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, shit, like I fucking knew what you was doing?” Frank snapped in response. “Where’s the cheese dip go?”

“Get the plastic wrap, cover the bowl, put it in the fridge Frank. It’s not rocket science Frank,” Makeda snapped.

“Men, I swear to God; they are fucking useless,” Makeda confided to Valerie.

“Hey Makeda, those uh, those two women? Uh, the blonde had on that see-through top, kind of a corset and the other one, kind of looked Latina?” Valerie asked.

“The one with them Barragona jeans and the ripped top?” Makeda asked.

“Yeah! I, who were they?” Valerie asked.

“Don’t know; think they was friends of Frank’s. Hey! Frank?” Makeda said.

“What? I’m wrapping the fucking cheese dip here,” Frank yelled from the kitchen.

“Them two girls; one was blonde, had on a corset top,” Makeda called out.

“A what?” Frank asked, now appearing in the doorway.

“Real gauzy; you could see her nipples through it,” Valerie supplied.

“With the real short skirt on?” Frank guessed.

“Yes! And her friend, looked kind of Latina; you know who they were?” Valerie enthused.

“Shit, like I know; ask Makeda, they were her friends,” Frank shrugged and disappeared again.

Makeda and Valerie looked at each other. Valerie shook her head and began walking to the door of the room.

“I uh, hey, you, you welcome to stay,” Makeda softly said, clutching onto Valerie’s bicep.

Valerie looked at the attractive, slightly chunky African-American woman. Makeda had shoulder length straight black hair, deep brown eyes, a slim nose and plump, pouting lips. She and Valerie were the same height and approximately the same weight. Valerie saw the hopeful look in Makeda’s eyes.

“I, what, what about Frank?” Valerie whispered, still gazing into her friend’s hopeful eyes.

“Broke up; mother fucker’s parents been giving him all kind shit over I’m black and…” Makeda said, stepping closer to Valerie.

“Uh? Really? Go in there to get the vacuum cleaner? I ain’t hearing nothing,” Frank called out from the kitchen.

“Stay?” Makeda begged.

Valerie softly kissed Makeda’s plump, moist lips. Makeda opened her mouth and the two tasted each other’s tongues. Valerie nodded her head in agreement and Makeda smiled happily.

“Uh? Vacuum? Makes this ‘vroom-vroom’ noise?” Frank snapped, voice coming closer to the bedroom.

“Shit. See why I broke up with the mother fucker?” Makeda snapped, jerking the closet door open.

“Let me go tinkle and I’ll help you,” Valerie said.

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**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my works.

Valerie Webster is the middle daughter of Glen Webster and Barbara Webster, formerly Barbara Cox. Glen Webster was the primary character of ‘Torn: Sneakers’ in the Gay Male category. Barbara Cox is briefly mentioned in the same story.

Makeda McMann is the daughter of Wendy McMann and Trashon Duplantis. Wendy and Trashon were briefly mentioned in ‘House of Kim’ in the Interracial Love category.

(Makeda was a famous queen of Sheba, now modern-day Ethiopia.)

Frank Johnson, Makeda’s former boyfriend is a character briefly mentioned in ‘Five Trailers: Lot C’ in the Romance category.

Shelly Cronaur, the girl that takes Valerie’s vacated post on the couch is a character briefly mentioned in ‘Quantity Vs Inequality Ch. 02’ in the Anal category.

Shelly’s make-out partner, Alvin Schmidt is briefly mentioned in ‘Tutelage’ in the First Time category.

And ‘Chell-speck’ instead of ‘Spell-Check’ in the ‘Disclaimers’ was an intentional misspelling.

Have a swell day. And some of you; have a swollen day.