The Depraved Dykes of FIT - Book 07

She felt Terri's hands on her breasts, something which previously would have offended her from a virtual stranger, but which now aroused, incredibly, even greater excitement inside her. "Oh yes," she blurted, wanting Terri to invade her very being, to explore every part of her that shyness had compelled her to hide from the world.

Images of her being completely nude before this woman, and others, an entire crowd of women at gazing at her naked body, at the evidence and signs of her excitement as they touched her intimately, fingers caressing her nipples, between her legs, along the curve of her bottom and even in her asshole itself, finger insinuating each hole, all filled her consciousness.

"Fuck me," she moaned, and began stripping hurriedly, distractedly, interested only in making herself available to a woman's touch - any woman's.

Terri stepped back, bemused, as Michelle's frenzy hit, watching the pretty girl finish stripping for her, anxious to be taken, in any manner that Terri would choose.

Terri thought of Adalie, one of her other housemates. As a stripper at an Orlando "gentleman's" club, Adalie enticed men almost every night by taking off her clothes too, raking in money for favors that she would never grant - to a male. But today was for Michelle...

"That's it, baby, show me what a slut you are...you like being fucked by a woman, don't you..."

"God yes, finger my pussy, please...fuck me, fill me, make me eat your ass as you said...pee on me, shit on me, I'll do anything to cum..." The mania washed through Michelle, her previous personality, shy and chaste, crumbling under the onslaught of something growing inside her.

Finally, Michelle's clothes were strewn about the floor, and Terri, with a strength that was not obviously apparent in her frame, tossed Michelle onto the bed, the girl laughing and giggling as she bounced on the resilient mattress. She thrilled at the thought of this strong woman dominating her, forcing her to do all manner of obscene, perverted things to bring them both to orgasm - numerous and overwhelming orgasms.

Terri climbed onto the bed, Michelle lying helpless, vulnerable - and most of all, willing - and Terri swung her leg over Michelle's moist and so feminine body, her pussy touching the girl between her breasts. Terri inserted two fingers inside herself, easy to do as wet as she was, letting her sweet, peach cream coat her fingers, then teasingly touched Michelle's nose with them.

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked, her voice soft. "Do you like the smell, the smell of my hot, wet pussy?" She waited for Michelle's response.

Michelle nodded, her face serious, wanting nothing more that to smell another woman's excited pussy and to obey her new mistress. "Yes, so much," she murmured, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips, a cat sensing that she would be fed a delicious morsel.

"Here," Terri said, pressing her fingers against Michelle's tiny nostrils, ensuring that the girl would smell nothing but pussy. Then, she pressed her fingers against Michelle's moist, red lips.

"Taste my cunt, you fucking dyke." Michelle let her lips part, Terri's fingers, coated with her wet slime, slipped into Michelle's eager mouth, and she could feel the girl's tongue roughly licking the cum from her.

She knew that she was ready.

"Do you want more?" Terri asked coyly, when Michelle had removed all the vaginal lubricant from her fingers.

"Yes, please!" Michelle gasped, her hips rolling with pleasure under Terri's body.

Terri moved her body upwards towards Michelle's face, and positioned her pussy over Michelle's open mouth, then lowered herself onto Michelle's pretty face, being careful to allow Michelle room to breathe.

She thought quickly back to the first girl that she'd turned into a lesbian, and the fatal mistake that she'd made in this same position, when she had let her own excitement carry her away. Strangely, the girl herself hadn't fought her suffocation, Terri's hot, wet cunt preventing any life-giving oxygen from reaching the girl's lungs, as involved as she had been in her own pleasure, but it wouldn't do to kill her female lovers now.

Not when they were so much fun.

It also seemed a little strange to Terri that she didn't feel more remorse at killing someone, even just through an accident. As for killing men, she felt no remorse at all, only exultation. It was with that dead woman that Terri thought of using the alligators of the vicinity in corpse disposal.

Michelle's tongue touched her labia, curious for her first taste of pussy. Finding it very much agreeable, Michelle lapped at Terri's plump pink lips, hot with increased internal blood flow, and her tongue ventured tentatively inside Terri's hot slit, and slowly at first, then almost voraciously began lapping up the brunette's heavy flow of clear, syrupy liquid.

Michelle had a fleeting thought of what a wonderful peach-flavored syrup Terri's cum would make at the diner, where they routinely stocked their tables with fruit flavored syrups for pancakes and the like. Terri had gotten to that idea before her, and it was soon going to be implemented by Alice in the back room of the restaurant, when she would masturbate over an open container of the genuine peach syrup they featured.

When that happened, the floodgates of women just like them would open.

"Um fuck," Terri moaned, and Michelle's grand thinking for new breakfast products flew out the window, and she pressed her hands into Terri's sweet round ass cheeks, desiring a face full of pussy, no matter the provable hazards it might present.

Chapter 7

"I've got a lead on the disappearance in Wewahotee," Sandy White said.

"Yeah?" responded Sam Stern, her older partner. "So...what is it?"

"I don't want to say, until I know a little bit more." Sam looked at her as they drove down I-4 past Epcot Center.

"You know, that's always what the heroine cop says to her partner just before she disappears in the movies."

"Aw, I'm touched...you're worried I'll get waylaid by some criminal," she grinned at him from the driver's seat.

"It's not that," he said, his expression grave.

"Well, what?" she responded, curious.

"It's the next part, where the male partner always gets shot or killed because of the dumb hint the female cop gave him."

"Well, you're pretty close to your twenty years, aren't you Sam?" she asked.

"Yeah, what's that got to do with it?"

"The life insurance package is pretty good with that much time in, plus what your family will get from the department if you buy it in the line of duty." She grinned at him.

He stared at her. "You're a cold woman, Sandy White. I'd hate to be your boyfriend. Speaking of which..."

"Thanks but no thanks, Sam," she said quickly. "I will eat your wife Rosa's wonderful cooking until the cows come home, but I will not spend time with the awful prospective life partners you two keep trying to find for me."

"What was wrong with Matthew?" he asked.

"The last guy?" she responded. "I guess maybe it was the wife he still had back in Brooklyn that turned me off just a little, among other things," she said, shaking her head.

"Well, keep me up on things, okay?" Sam said, at a loss to defend the husband choices he had tried to make for his partner, who he thought of so very protectively.

"If only so that I can respond intelligently to the looey when she asks me why you're in pieces in a steel drum somewhere."

"Oh Sam," Sandy said.

Chapter 8

"What'll it be, Miss?" Alice asked the pretty woman seated alone in her section. She'd noticed her easily, since she'd come in the last four days. Alice had an eye for pretty women. If it was up to her she'd convert every one of them to lesbians, but Terri had told her not to, under any circumstances. At least until their plan to spike the syrup was put into motion.

"This one's lonely, I can tell," Alice thought. "Maybe I could even convert her and not tell Terri."

"Um, I'd like huevos rancheros, please," the woman said, smiling so nicely at Alice. "Oh, and a glass of orange juice."

"Coming up," Alice said. "How's your day going so far?"

"It's very nice, thank you," the woman replied. "And your sunny smile makes it even better."

"Fuck, she's flirting with me, I know she is," Alice thought. "Hell, she's probably already a lesbian, if I put a little spit in her oj, it probably won't do anything, so there's no chance I'd get in trouble with Terri."

When she returned with the woman's order, her saliva was well mixed into the oj. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Alice thought.

"What's funny?" the woman asked, a curious expression on her face.

"Oh, nothing," Alice said quickly. "I guess I was just feeling nice about the nice thing you said about my smile."

"Well, you deserved it," said the woman, as she took her first swallow of the juice.

"Is that fresh squeezed?" she asked. "It tastes a little different from the usual stuff."

"No, it's just 'the usual stuff,'" Alice replied. "I'll leave you to your breakfast, then."

Orange County Sheriff's Office Detective Sandy White took a second swallow of the juice, and dug into her breakfast.

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