"My Boyfriend's Back 2"( MF FF MFF cons )[2/3] There was a sound like a cross between radio static and a turntable in need of a new belt--sort of voices, sort of music, sort of under water. The picture was either a scrambled cable channel or a video that was previously rented by some jerks who hadn't demagnetized their VCR once in the twelve years they'd owned it. "Your Stephen," Kimbra chortled, "the Copy/Edit King. Tell him not to quit the day job." The tape reassembled to show a cock pounding into a pussy. Kimbra gave me a big glance and cleared her throat, "So is this how the story really ends, or is this the sequel to the sequel?" We both stared at the screen for awhile. "Well," I eventually answered, "Stephen did once mention how his apartment came furnished with a closetful of recordable tapes." The camera pulled back enough to show that the couple were fucking in a position designed solely for the benefit of the camera's pleasure. It didn't even look like _Kama Sutra_ kind of fun. It was a tedious grinding sort of thing. As the camera switched to a pan, Kimbra was quick to note, "Oh look, how sweet, they're having company over." The bed was pretty big but it was getting crowded. There was another woman, and two or three more men. "Can you believe this?" I grunted. "The girls aren't exactly pretty, but at least they have the bloom of youth still upon them. Who are these guys? _The Local Society of Losers_? God, they're all middle-aged and paunchy and pasty. Look, that one has zits all over his butt. How _attractive_." "Don't squeeze those titties too hard," Kimbra shrieked, "they might _burst!_" "God," I remarked, "so much effort and it doesn't look like anyone is really having a very good time at all. None of the guys are near hard." "Methinks I detect the sheen of vaseline. And look, you can see their correspondence diplomas on the wall. These girls are definitely graduates of the _Oh Baby Oh Baby Oh Baby School of Orgasm_." "This is unpleasant." "That's an understatement. Oh look, it's time for the come shot! Dribble, dribble. Whatever happened to _Spu-u-urt, spu- urt_? That's not even the real thing! Look! look! That pointy orange tip! The guy's palming a little bottle of Elmer's glue!" "Had enough?" I asked shifting to get up. "Yes, I've definitely had my fill. God, if sex was really like this, I'd become a lesbian just like _this!_" snapping her fingers for emphasis. And just like _that_, at the sound of the snap, without a word or segue, the scene shifted completely. We were watching a different room, a different decor, a different bed, all to great improvement. We were watching two different women, much nicer in appearance, and there didn't seem to be a man for miles around. That fact didn't seem to faze the gals. They seemed to be having a good old time. They ran through the preliminaries pretty quickly--you could almost hear someone off-camera urging them on: _Hurry it up girls, tape's a-wasting_. I became aware that I was sitting there watching with glazed over eyes, my mouth slack and hanging open. I started with a self-conscious feeling, looking over at Kimbra and being reassured that her face matched my own. She too had turned to look at me. We both sort of gulped. "My goodness," she finally said, "this is certainly hot." "Yea," I managed to reply. They had rolled around until one was on her back. The one on top quickly slid down, her mouth moving from her friend's breasts down between her thighs. A close-up shot showed us exactly what she was doing with her tongue. My pussy was screaming for that sort of attention. I really wanted to start fingering myself but couldn't summon the nerve. Over the course of the evening I'd sunk down in the couch a bit, and by now my skirt had ridden pretty far up my thighs. I really wanted to tug it back down but I didn't dare touch a nerve anywhere around there. When the woman being pleasured hit her peak, she went screaming like a steam locomotive plunging off a trestle bridge. "Well," I found the gumption to remark, "_that_ seemed rather real." "If not, she definitely deserves the Oscar for Best Actress. And," Kimbra gave a shuddery sigh, "her friend gets the award for Best _Supporting_ Actress." "_No doubt!_" The two women were just squirming around for more activity when the tape ended. "What?" Kimbra cried. "Fuck that, where's the rest of the tape?" "Either in Stephen's closet, or more likely on his shelf already turned into some Hollywood piece of shit. God," I ventured, "I'd sure love to see the sequel to that. The _encore!_" I got up slowly and swayed over to the set, then picked up the remote and aimed it down at the VCR. I didn't bother to rewind, just ejecting and shutting it all down, bending down low to pluck the cassette out of the machine. I returned to the sofa and plopped down, not caring that my skirt rode up higher than ever. We sat there in the quiet, the low flickering light of the guttering candles, not talking. I half expected Kimbra to get up and gather her stuff to go home. I was eager to be alone. My fingers were itching to dance all across my body. The second she was out the door I was going to leave a trail of clothing down the hallway to my bedroom. The other half of me was not at all surprised when she leaned over towards me a little, her voice hesitant and small. "Maybe, Denise, maybe _we_ should make the sequel. Maybe we could provide the _encore_." There was no reason for me to answer in words. I moved well out from my corner of the couch, and then Kimbra shifted even closer. She reached out a hand and lay it lightly on my forearm, then immediately recoiled with a slight gasp. The surge of electricity had singed us both. We weren't two women missing men. We were two women sharing an intensity of desire neither of us had ever felt so directly before. We were subject and object, object and subject, seated on the same sofa and subtly moving closer and closer. Kimbra's face slowly loomed in front of mine. When she was but a tongue thrust away her lovely full lips spoke, "This is so different, but right now I want you so badly." I answered with my tongue, closing the gap. Her mouth opened for me, her lips were on mine, and her tongue joined in for a gentle luscious dance. We started with slow deep kisses, the wonderful sweetness of call and response. But our passions, once unleashed, made us ever more urgent, frantic, straddling the line towards desperate. I had never been kissed like that in my life. I had never kissed like that in my life. Our hands moved from the backs of each other's heads down the slopes to shoulders. Our fingers lingered and trembled, not knowing where to go. There were so many new soft curves to explore. I traced the tender underside of Kimbra's chin, down the tiny down of her throat, her hand caressing mine in its motions. When her fingertips brushed around my wrist a shiver rose from my groin all the way up my spine. Never had I known an erotic feeling so lush. We gazed steadily deep into each other's eyes, each of us swirling into the reflected depths, our tongues twirling, the wetness of our mouths merely hinting at the rush of moisture gathering between our legs. I could feel the flush swell my breasts, and then Kimbra felt it too, at the exact moment my hands reached to feel hers. I unbuttoned her sweater as she unbuttoned my blouse, whimpering at the mutual discovery that nothing else barred the way to flesh fondling flesh, my hands massaging Kimbra's breasts while her hands massaged mine. My nipples tightening under the touch of her fingertips as hers were under mine. Our hands slid down our tummies, resting on our hips before going off to play in each other's laps. We renewed our kiss, shyly at first, then growing ever aggressive as we ground our breasts together. "I want you . . . " I whispered as I grasped her hand, giving it a playful tug, "in my bed . . . all night long." "That's good," she let herself be led up, "because that's exactly where I intend to be. With you," she nibbled at my ear, "in your bed," reaching a hand up to cup my breast, "all . . . night . . . long," her hand dropping to squeeze my ass before giving a tug at the zipper of my skirt. I stopped our procession long enough to undo the top of her pants, and reach over to unplug the phone from the jack. Kimbra gave a lusty smile of approval at that action. Then we danced down the hallway to my bedroom, leaving twice the trail of clothes I had envisioned. We arrived in the bedroom still wearing out panties and I was in a rush to correct that until I caught a glimpse of the full length mirror on the wall. What I saw was such a sexy sight I had to turn Kimbra so she could see. Our smiles in reflection grew wide and lusty as we locked our refracted gazes, our eyes growing half-lidded. I watched in the mirror as Kimbra's hand slipped down to cup and caress the fabric hiding my mons. Her voice was a throaty warm moan right by my ear, "Oh Denise, you're as soaking wet as I am." We both watched as my hand slid so slowly between her legs for confirmation. We turned away from our images for a long kiss, fondling each other silently. Then Kimbra removed her hand, both her hands going to my sides, and she slowly sunk to her knees as she slid my panties down my legs. As I stepped out of them Kimbra leaned in planting a tender kiss on my hair, then gave my swollen lips the lightest lick, inhaling deeply and declaring, "I can't wait another minute." I caught her arms and pulled her up. "You'll have to. But just another minute. It's my turn now." I lowered myself along with her panties, imitating every gesture she'd used, though when I bent in for my first brief taste of Kimbra, I reached around to give her full ass a quick squeeze. I felt a shudder rise up from deep inside her. I looked down and found both pairs of panties. Standing back up I presented them in my hand like a bouquet. We nuzzled our noses against them, breathing in the mixed scents of our flowering cunts. "The smell of both of us . . . " I intoned. " . . . together," Kimbra finished. I waltzed the few steps over and turned down the covers. I slid in then sat back on my heels. "Come into my bed," I beckoned. "In your bed. On your bed. I'll come all over your bed." Kimbra joined me, mimicking my posture. The position granted our fingers wonderful access to each other's dewy bud. A free hand each left to roam the other territories as our lips sank into another electrifying kiss. "Luscious, luscious cunt," she kept whispering as we stroked one another into ever higher frenzy. We were greedy and impatient, fingering and being fingered, but so aware of the other that when we peaked we crashed together, tectonic plates colliding and pushing up against each other, creating a vast new mountain range in testimony to our orgasms. We collapsed in a tangle. Within a few minutes I felt consumed by a terrible urge to kiss Kimbra, but the closest part of her was a breast. With a slight movement I had both of them at my disposal, while mine hung swaying above her hungry mouth. We drew new life feasting on our life-giving glands. Hands pressing, pumping, palpitating, while our mouths worked like sucking starving babies, suckling and nibbling, kissing and nipping, licking and tickling. I was mesmerized by the differences between our breasts. While we were about the same size, mine were more compact, firmer, ice cream mounds topped with chocolate kisses, my nipples always prominent, mauve thimbles that turned to metal tips under Kimbra's attentions, a conductive metal that shot the charges from her mouth, conveying them throughout my body. Her breasts were fuller and flatter, more inclined to the effects of gravity. I loved scooping them up to my eager mouth, rolling the mesas into mountains, her aureoles the pink saucers of a doll's tea set, the wide nipples rising in a fleshy pout. I reached down to her slit, my fingers returning to smear them with her sauce. Spreading butter, spreading honey on soft white rolls warm from the oven. "Oh _go-od!_ Oh, Denise," Kimbra nearly whined, "isn't that minute over yet?" Her hands gripped my ribs under my arms. She wasn't coaxing, she was urging me on. "_Denise!_" she pleaded. "Please! Now! _Oh-hh_, I want a taste of your hot little pussy." The sensations were insane! My tongue trailed down her sternum and across her soft little tummy, stopping to dart in and out and swirl around her belly button before continuing over her abdomen to the first little twists at the edge of her jungle. My tongue was doing that to her, while I felt exactly that on my skin. I heard Kimbra mumble, "Oh-h, what an adorable twat. Pretty thing! You look like you're just aching for some attention." Then she was lost to words, her tongue slithering up inside me. It felt like a small penis, but it was doing tricks a cock can only dream of. I looked down at her tender flower. My tongue wouldn't need to plow to find her furrow. She was already in full bloom. Her ripe, fertile smell, the coral pink and blood red colors of her inflamed yearning. Her lips were plump and protruding, glistening with her juices. I could feel her abdominal muscles tensing, flexing and flickering in anticipation and need. I leaned forward to lose myself in the plush wonders of her cunt, doing to her what her tongue was doing to me. I had wondered if it wouldn't have been better for us to take turns, the better for us to concentrate on the giving and receiving of pleasure. But the line between the two was utterly blurred. In giving her pleasure I was receiving pleasure. The pleasure I was receiving from her I was giving back in kind. Smelling her, tasting her, touching her, all these sensations were enough to propel me to my own ecstasy. What she was doing to me simply sent me to even greater heights. Tongues in and out, lapping all about, the gentle play of fingers poking, stroking, prodding and massaging. I could barely stand it! Continual waves rippled within me. Jolts of electricity charging between my cunt and the pleasure center in my brain. Every inch of my flesh was aflame. Kimbra removed a finger from my cunt and slick with my nectar started toying with my anus. I _gasped_! Then she nudged it inside. I stopped to scream, "Suck my clit you sweet little slut!" As she complied, I bent back and savaged her with relish and abandon. We came together like a shrieking menagerie, muscles exploding, flooding each other's face with our juices. The spasms were still rushing through me as I managed to turn around and snuggle into Kimbra's waiting embrace. I felt like a giant shot cock--sticky, spent and completely limp. We kissed, a long slow and sharing kiss. "The taste of us both . . . " I grinned. " . . . together," Kimbra finished with a giggle. "Oh Denise," she shook her head, "that was so, so, _so-o_ fantastic, incredible, excellent, exciting, wonderful, marvelous, so, so, _so-o_ . . . now _you_ say something!" I plunged my tongue between her lips. "Sweet sweet Kimbra, you took all the words right out of my mouth." We rested for a bit, replacing words with butterfly kisses and the light brushing of fingertips. At length Kimbra rolled away from me and got up on her haunches, crawling down to sit on her heels between my legs. "Now that we got _that_ out of the way, now I can concentrate on you for awhile." There was a gleam to her eyes and a smug set to her lips as she plumped up a pillow, then slid it under my ass. I spread my thighs wide, looking back at her with smoldering eyes, sliding my hands down to twirl around in my damp tendrils. I slowly bucked my pelvis up and down in wanton invitation. "Just don't take all night, baby. Leave me plenty of time to play with you!"