Daughters - Amanda

"Besides, you had a fever, so you were completely so not responsible for your dreams." Eve held her hands out, with the palms up, as if to say that it was a self-evident truth.

Amanda smiled. "Of course!" she said. "That's it. It wasn't me at all."

"Definitely not you," Ellen said. "Now, if you were having those dreams all of the time, then, it might be an expression of an inner need..."

"But a one-time thing, that's nothing, right?"

"No, nothing at all," Ellen confirmed.

"That's a relief," Amanda said. Then, seeking to be complimentary, she said, "But it really was a sweet kiss we had. That doesn't make me a, um, lesbian, does it? That I liked kissing you, in my dream?"

"No, of course not," Ellen said. "It just means that you're a very loving person, and that we're becoming the best of friends. Um, I guess we should go..."

The two stood, then walked toward the door. As they passed through, the door closing behind them, when Amanda turned to say something, Ellen leaned forward and kissed her, their lips pressing together warmly. Amanda froze in surprise, which allowed Ellen to keep her lips on Amanda's for more than just a 'fleeting' kiss, then she moved away.

"There," Ellen said. "See, it's not really sexual at all." Amanda looked dazed.

"No....uh, no," Amanda said. Under her breath she murmured, "not sexual." Ellen was pleased at having just watered the seed she had first planted days ago, and which she had fertilized last night.

She took Amanda's hand as they walked - an entirely natural gesture between two girlfriends, until they got to Amanda's car. They were driving back to Ellen's, when she spoke up.

"I was thinking...since it's so late and all - would you like to stay over for dinner? It would be payback for you driving...and I would think you probably don't feel like cooking, being under the weather..."

"That does sound nice," Amanda conceded.

When they arrived at Ellen's small apartment, Ellen said, "Would you talk with me while I change? I'm afraid I'm a little sweaty from our time out."

Amanda followed Ellen to her bedroom. "What a lovely apartment," she said, though in all honesty she thought it looked rather utilitarian. There were even a few beakers and flasks of clearish liquids on a table near the door. "Are you sure I wouldn't be imposing?"

"I love having you as company," Ellen said, truthfully. "It's been lonely...I don't have a boyfriend." She sounded wistful. "Or a girlfriend, for that matter." She giggled, and after a few seconds, Amanda smiled.

"A pretty girl like you?" Amanda said, her eyebrows arched.

"I guess I'm just too old-fashioned," Ellen said coyly. "Besides, what does a beautiful girl like you know about being lonely?"

Amanda stared at Ellen, trying to understand if she were being funny or not.

"I'm not beautiful," she said, quietly, almost disbelieving that anyone could say something like that about her.

"I'm sorry, but whoever told you that, was out of their mind," Ellen said, flatly, not smiling.

"You...really think I look okay?" Amanda said.

"No...I said 'beautiful'," Ellen said, turning to look directly into Amanda's eyes. Then she lightly took hold of Amanda's elbows as she stood facing her.

"I don't know who messed up your confidence, but you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met." She looked fierce.

"If I were a man, I'd fuck you within an inch of your life!"

Amanda looked startled, then shivered.

"You're very sweet," she said, still dismissing the comment, her eyes downcast, until she made the mistake of looking up into Ellen's eyes. The hungry look on Ellen's face broke Amanda apart emotionally, and Ellen knew that her conquest would be complete.

"You REALLY think I look beautiful?" Amanda whispered, and broke down crying, as Ellen embraced her. Amanda's body shook in Ellen's arms, as her emotions completely overcame her.

"There, there...it's alright, it's alright...just let it go," Ellen soothed Amanda, over and over for long minutes, as Amanda just eventually ran down, finally limp in Ellen's arms.

At her very moment of peak emotional vulnerability, Ellen lifted up Amanda's chin with her finger, then slowly brought her lips to Amanda's, their lips coming together more passionately than Amanda had ever experienced with anyone before. Combined with the effects that the virus was working inside her brain, there was no possibility that Amanda could possibly resist Ellen.

From Amanda's perspective, the kiss was magical, Warm streams of love seemed to flow from Ellen to Amanda, her lips feeling a light current of energy, not a shock in any way, but rather a source of power, recharging batteries inside her that she had never known she possessed, or dreamed would need recharging.

As their kiss progressed past a simple communion between two friends into a melding of two lovers-to-be, their bodies grew closer, and Amanda became acutely aware of Ellen's delightful presence. Her breasts intimately pressing into her own, excited Amanda's nipples, until she feared that their enlargement and turgidity might frighten Ellen - though that was not likely, considering Ellen's hidden goals.

Ellen moaned into Amanda's mouth - partially a deliberate provocation, partially a reflexive response to the real pleasure that a woman's kiss was bringing to the experienced lesbian. Ellen's hands lightly caressed Amanda's shoulders and lower back, almost imperceptibly pulling Amanda deeper into her, like a predator spider consuming its prey.

Completely unaware of Ellen's intent, Amanda responded naturally, though her growing ardor was fueled by the rewiring of her circuitry that the virus was performing. She could feel the heat flowing off Ellen, and interpreted it as passion, and quickly grew beyond any further conscious thought, her body and mind now moving into lockstep with the sapphic responses that Ellen was seeking.

Ellen moved her left hand from Amanda's lower back, to her breast, squeezing it through Amanda's blouse and bra, the stiffness of her nipple very evident through the fabric. Amanda made no objection, but moaned and removed her mouth from Ellen's, keeping her cheek against the blonde's cheek, her hot breath racing over Ellen's cheek.

"Yes, yes," Amanda moaned, thrusting her upper body into Ellen. Ellen chuckled throatily.

"I want you," she murmured, her words skating over Amanda's flushed cheek and filling her ear. Her nod of assent was almost imperceptible, but quite plain to Ellen, full permission to ravage the emotionally needy woman. Ellen brought her lips back to Amanda's, the two women passionately grappling, one with emotional need, the other with hungry lust.

Ellen slipped her hand into Amanda's blouse, fingers slipping between buttons, and over the top of her bra cup, to caress and hold Amanda's warm flesh. Amanda gasped as Ellen's tongue slid into her mouth, two sweet insinuations overcoming any doubts she might have felt, inhibitions quickly melting away.

"Ohhh....ohhhhh," Amanda sighed, not sure of what she should do, but increasingly certain of what she didn't want to do. She wanted the pleasure of Ellen's touch to go on all night.

"Ohh....please," she murmured into Ellen's mouth, her hands coming up to cradle Ellen's head and keep her close. She was only barely aware through her fog of sensual excitement, that Ellen was moving them both over to the nearby bed. Thus, she was surprised when Ellen abruptly pushed her backwards, and, feeling some blunt object behind her knees force her legs to bend and she sat with a loud "Whoof!"

Then she giggled, and smiled up at Ellen, her eyes momentarily widening when Ellen literally leaped onto the bed, landing on her shins, and straddling Amanda's thighs. Ellen stared hungrily into Amanda's innocent green eyes, her hands descended onto Amanda's breast. Ellen's lips once again met Amanda's, as her fingers busily began unbuttoning Amanda's bothersome buttons.

This time, Amanda became a little bit more the aggressor, letting her tongue slide over Ellen's, dripping with oddly peach-tasting saliva, swallowing her new girl friend's juices, and feeling naughtier, but intensely more sexy, than she ever had in her twenty-three years. She felt Ellen sucking in the air from her mouth, and from her lungs. The intimacy of such a novel experience hit Amanda hard, her clit pinging pulses of ecstasy through her pelvis, radiating warm rings of pleasurable fire all the way to her extremities.

Ellen pushed Amanda's blouse back onto her shoulders, uncovering her cloth-covered breasts. She leaned down and kissed them, through the lacy fabric, then slipped her hands under Amanda's arms and unhooked her bra, then pulled it forward, where the bra and blouse became hopelessly tangled.

Ellen laughed as she pulled back, looking into Amanda's eyes once again. Amanda giggled drunkenly, feeling tipsy, whether from her fever or something else, she couldn't say.

"Help me get this off you," Ellen growled. "I want to fuck you."

Amanda was stunned. She had deliberately avoided thinking about where all this was leading - it wasn't as though she were expert at seductions in any case. She mentally formulated a demurral, something along the lines of, "We can't do this," - but was very surprised when she heard her own voice saying, "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Ellen...fuck me until I cum!"

With that, Ellen ripped Amanda's blouse off her arms, the redhead disbelieving the sound of tearing fabric, but not caring as she sank into a sea of lesbian lust. Ellen threw the shards of cloth across her body, to flutter to the floor, then wrestled the bra off, sliding it down Amanda's arms.

Amanda gasped, threw her head back, her mouth lewdly open, and cupped her breasts like a well-practiced porn slut, offering her small, but well-formed tits to her ravager. "Suck me?" she asked timidly, subsequently gratified as she felt Ellen's warm, wet mouth descend on each breast in turn.

She yelped when Ellen bit into each nipple, initially shocked from pain, but more shocked by the two orgasms that followed the sharp but brief agony.

"Oh jesuschristgod it hurt...oh oh ohhh feels so good," she moaned deliriously, not at all in control of anything anymore, only hoping desperately in a small hidden corner of her brain, that Ellen wouldn't hurt her too badly, the rest of her mind and body desiring exactly that wicked outcome, and knowing that she would never do anything to stop it.

Ellen stepped back, off the bed, looking down at the submissively waiting Amanda, her nipples red and swollen, a small drop of blood hanging from one, and began stripping. Pulling off her blouse, then bra, followed by skirt and panties, she undressed in a decidedly un-seductive way, anxious only to get naked to fulfill her wanton lust.

In spite of Ellen's lack of effort in making her al fresco strip show interesting, Amanda was, nonetheless, fascinated. She hadn't seen all that many other girls' pussies in her life, and certainly none in the context of what she imagined would be occurring. Ellen's pussy was almost exotic, as her labia and clitoris were naturally quite large, whereas Amanda's labia were nearly nonexistent, and her clit quite tiny and petite.

She sucked in her breath in wonder at the difference, but found Ellen's external genitalia visually stimulating.

"Like it?" Ellen said, crudely, holding her labia apart with her fingers, her pink interior wet and gleaming, her clitoris a small, angry red cock.

Amanda reddened - how had she gotten to such a state, and so fast? Still, her eyes were fixed on Ellen's pussy, and she couldn't possibly miss the fact that Ellen's thumb was caressing her clit, which was growing visibly larger with excitement. Ellen moved closer. Amanda felt like the filthiest, lowdown slut, like a whore who would offer herself to anyone for a dollar - and she loved the feeling.

"Here, taste my cunt," Ellen said, offering her wetly gleaming index finger. The aroma of peaches grew stronger in Amanda's nostrils, along with the sweaty and musky smell that could only have been Ellen's pussy. Amanda was shocked to find her mouth watering, and her clit tingling. Even the ache in her nipples had disappeared.

Ellen stood on the mattress, her hips pushed forward, then hooked her left hand behind Amanda's head, and jerked her face into her pussy. The fragrance was overwhelming - Amanda had most certainly never dug quite so deeply into the source of her own or anyone else's feminine perfume.

"Eat me," Ellen ordered. It became the easiest thing in the world for Amanda to let her lips part, sucking in a slight whiff of Ellen's hot and moist pussy, creating a sensation of taste although no liquid had passed her lips. But a trickle of slick, viscous and hot liquor dripped off Ellen's labia, onto Amanda's lower lip. Reflexively, Amanda's tongue dabbed at the drops, finding them sweet and slickly slimy, and explored for more of the alluring taste and feel.

"Ahh, yes," Ellen cooed, as Amanda's tongue tickled her labia. Her right hand separated her plump lips, and obediently, Amanda's tongue slipped inside Ellen's tight, wet hole, tentatively at first, then more and more enthusiastically, as her clit and her rewired brain directed Amanda's actions and reactions.

Ellen pushed Amanda's head rhythmically into her pelvis, as though Amanda were expected to fuck Ellen's dripping cunt with her tongue and face. Amanda's face was dripping with Ellen's fluids, furiously lapping up the woman's pussy cream and swallowing it, finding herself growing beyond excited - far more excited than she'd ever been in a sexual situation before.

She dug and nosed her way inside Ellen's pussy, desirous of crawling up the steaming vagina, eating, smelling, tasting, being one with the silky feminine flesh. Somewhere between smearing wetness on her cheeks, and lapping at Ellen's clit, Amanda spasmed in the most amazing orgasm of her life.

"Unnh, unnh, unnh," grunted Ellen animalistically, mercilessly smacking her hard pelvic bone into Amanda's face. It was just like being punched in the nose to Amanda - the pain was indescribable, her eyes tearing up.

"Goddamn!-" Amanda began to exclaim angrily, when a series of three short, sharp orgasms smashed through her. She had never encountered anything like what was happening to her in the grasp of this strange blonde. But she had to have more - no, nothing more, she just never wanted THIS to stop.

And if pain was the price she'd have to pay to earn this pleasure, well, so be it.

Her cunt - that was how she thought of her priceless feminine treasure at that moment, her cunt - was throbbing with pulses of hot delight, waves of pleasure running up her body from her clitoris, and down her legs, her clit feeling as though it were six inches long and still growing.

Her orgasms were like waves on the beach during a typhoon, one following another, crashing ceaselessly and drowning the young woman in delight. Amanda kissed Ellen's pussy lovingly, worshipfully, her tongue flicking out like a snake's, licking up pearls of Ellen's cream, dripping at her slit.

She looked up at Ellen, and Ellen could see the light of love there. It just needed one little added fillip.

Ellen relaxed the muscles holding her bladder closed, and the flow of her pee slowly began. First, a few drops that joined in with her feminine cream, hardly noticeable to the infatuated initiate below her, then a more forceful stream. Ellen aided the flow by spreading her nether lips.

"Wha - is that pee?" Amanda said, surprised, shocked and at first, feeling betrayed at the gross insult.

"Oh yes," Ellen cooed. "It's for you, love, drink my pee, I want you to have it, cum for me again," she said.

Before meeting a woman like Ellen, Amanda would, of course, have walked away from such a perversion. It was unnatural to drink another woman's piss, particularly straight from her body.

But this was another Amanda, one quite different from she who existed weeks before. This Amanda judged that the pleasure of cumming while a woman's hot urine dripped from her face, and filled her mouth, was worth any submission and humiliation required. Actually, the submission and humiliation made her orgasms - and there were perhaps a dozen - all the sweeter.

There was no chance that Amanda would ever be able to resist this kind of ecstasy, nor do I think you would either, given the circumstances -- an empty seeming life enriched by the most irresistible of pleasures. Gone were thoughts of her family, of her modest and honest life. Amanda had met a kind of drug that no woman seemed able to resist.

Amanda opened her mouth wider, to catch as much of Ellen's salty, hot and golden urine as she possibly could, gulping it down like a woman wandering the Gobi Desert might greet a chance at lifesaving elixir. Her face was dripping, her clothes sodden with fluids, and she smelled, well, as you might imagine she'd smell.

And she had never been happier.

Finally, Ellen was finished having her way with Amanda. She, too, had cum, though only three or four times, but intensely. She was more interested in controlling and initiating Amanda, than she was in her own pleasure, given that she knew she could gain as much pleasure from the girl as she liked in the future.

Besides, Ellen had more important goals, and more important uses for Amanda.

"Well, gosh, that was unexpected," Ellen said innocently. Amanda looked at her disbelievingly.

"You didn't know that I would cum?" she asked.

"No, it just seemed, I don't know, like you wanted that to happen," Ellen said, her eyes frank.

"But, I had no idea -" Amanda protested.

"Well, good, because what you did was perverted," Ellen said, unsmiling.

"Perverted?" Amanda cried, shocked at being called a pervert. "But I --"

"You had an orgasm, didn't you!" Ellen said, accusingly. "Probably more than one."

Amanda was silent.

"Well?" Ellen said.

"Um...yes," Amanda replied quietly.

"I thought so," Ellen responded. "You showed that you're a base creature, an animal, you used me to satisfy your lust."

"Oh, god no, it's nothing like that," the poor, bewildered girl cried. "No...I'm a good girl, I wouldn't-"

"It's okay, I understand," Ellen said, now soothingly. "I can help you with your animal appetites, help you convince the world that you're a nice person, not some filthy slut..."

Amanda was truly torn. She wanted desperately to have the world think she was a kind, good person. But on the other hand, she now knew that she was indeed a filthy slut, that she reveled in the degradation and humiliation that Ellen had uncovered, entirely innocently. She had to have Ellen's help in feeding her filthy side, but still protecting her image, no matter how false Ellen had shown it to be.

"Please, Ellen, you've got to help me," Amanda pleaded. "Please don't tell anyone."

"I'd like to think I could do that," Ellen said, her eyes wide and innocent. "But how do I know you won't give in to your lusts?"

"I promise I won't - I wouldn't - only keep our - my - secret, please!" Amanda looked near frantic, but Ellen didn't want her too far gone.

"Now calm down,' she said. "I think I can help you, but I need to see how far gone you are."

"How far gone?" Amanda repeated, mystified.

"Yes, how much of my help you really need. Here," Ellen said, as she took Amanda's hand in hers, and kissed it, then placed it gently on Ellen's own breast.

"Caress me, use your hand on my breast," Ellen commanded the girl. Amanda hesitantly, shyly, squeezed Ellen's breast, then as her hunger quickly grew, leaned forward and kissed the blonde's breast, sucking her turgid nipple into her mouth, suckling like a an infant, Amanda moaning with pleasure as she quickly felt waves of joy building inside her pelvis.