The REAL Story of Red Riding Hood

Ann's caresses worked their wonderful magic, Janice crying out as an orgasm far surpassing anything she'd ever before experienced suffused through her frame, muscles twitching randomly and thighs shaking uncontrollably, as her nervous system was filled to overflowing with a surfeit of sapphic pleasure. Her back arched, her hips rose up, as Ann leaned down to kiss her wet, hairy pubic area.

Janice came down slowly from her lust-filled high, her nerves jangling, and she whispered, "Slow, slow," as she felt Ann's soft, warm lips kissing the sensitive skin around her vulva. Ann knew that her lover would be highly reactive, and kept her kisses light, until Janice could recover herself.

Gradually, she brought her hot lips closer to Janice's steamy hole, interspersing her sweet kisses with long, slow and languid laps of her tongue closer and closer to Janice's plump and pouting labia, messy and stained with her overflowing creamy cum, streams of whitish-clear female fluid running down her inner thighs. Janice moaned eagerly as her female lover's willing mouth neared her hot and fragrant pussy.

"God, your fucking cunt smells fantastic!" Ann said, smacking her lips hungrily. "I can't wait to eat you all night long, my sweet baby." She stroked her rough, wet tongue along the outside of Janice's swollen lips, silky, wet flesh and soft, curly pubic hairs combed by her mouth, as she lapped Janice's sweet, hot nectar, plentifully overflowing and filling her mouth.

Ann brought her warm, plump lips to Janice's equally plump labia, kissing her lewdly and slipping her tongue inside Janice's hot, flowing spring. Janice groaned, her hands holding and caressing the lesbian's long, reddish hair, as Ann pleasured the married teacher. Ann thought that cheating on her husband was giving Janice a spicy thrill, and the fact that it was with another woman was an even greater high. Perhaps it would lead to even greater pleasures...

Ann hoped that it was the lever she could use to wrest away the woman she'd had on her mind for the last few months, from her husband, and judging by Janice's writhing and soft cries, she was well on the way to ultimate success, and stealing the woman from her husband. Ann felt no guilt, as in her mind men and women weren't meant to be together - at least, their couplings were never as ethereal and heavenly as two women together.

"Oh god, Ann...please fuck me with your tongue," Janice whispered, urging her forward. Ann needed little coaxing, as she had been dying to taste that hot cunt for what seemed like forever. She gently kissed Janice's red and swollen clitoris, the fleshy hood drawn back, and Janice's hips writhed, her moans of pleasure increasing in volume and lewdness, obscenities spilling from the straight-laced teacher's mouth.

"God, fuck my hot fucking cunt, Ann! Stick your long, dirty tongue deep inside my wet pussy, fuck my ass hole with your fingers, fill my holes, make me cum! I wanna cream all over your face and lick it up, lick your hot pussy, eat your tight ass hole, piss on me, shit on me, I want to be your hot, fucking lesbian slut!" Her voice rose in pitch as she became lewder and louder, growling with lesbian lust, until Ann feared they might be heard in an adjoining room.

Ann brought her hands up Janice's body, one hand caressing and stroking Janice's strawberry-tipped breasts, while the other stretched to reach her mouth, her index finger slipping between Janice's soft, warm lips, an ersatz dick for her to suck on.

Janice quieted, but became even more physically excited, as Ann's tongue fucked deeper into her tight, creaming hole and she sucked and licked what must have become, in her imagination, Ann's hard cock in her mouth, full of salty cum for her to swallow.

The two women rolled together, the dedicated lesbian expertly eating her novice lover's hot cunt, the novitiate cumming endlessly, and, Ann hoped, converting permanently to strictly a woman lover. Janice moaned and laughed occasionally, purely a release of the intense sexual pleasure that more than filled her body and mind, until finally, she slumped onto the sheet, and gestured to Ann to slow and cease her attention.

"Come up here," she whispered to the red head. "I want to kiss you." Ann slid up the woman's slim body, loving the feel of naked, female skin on hers, and tenderly brought her lips to Janice's. The two women kissed lightly and tenderly, a kiss for the ages it seemed, their passion slowly growing once again.

After perhaps ten minutes of kissing, their bodies in warm contact, Janice broke the kiss and whispered breathily across Ann's ear lobe, "I want to lick your pussy." Ann smiled - there was nothing that would delight her more. And nothing would confirm Janice faster as a lesbian, than the sweet, musky taste of a woman's excited, fresh pussy on her tongue.

Janice slipped down Ann's body, pausing to kiss and lick her breasts, and then to suck on her sore nipples. Ann winced at first, but the streams of pleasure that followed erased any hesitation. Continuing down her body, Janice inspected Ann's vulva for the first time. The lesbian's pubic area was nearly perfectly smooth, all of her pubic hair gone, only a tiny patch of auburn curls above her swollen red clitoris, her sweet flesh slick and silky, her labia deep pink, her slit dark rose and her prominent clit gleaming wetly.

Janice inhaled, tentatively at first, then more deeply and enthusiastically, as she discovered the hot, musky and fresh aroma of a woman's excited pussy, the most wonderful perfume of all, erotic and plentiful. Her mouth watered at the smell, saliva actually dripping off the tip of her tongue onto Ann's sensitive clit below. Ann jerked as each drop of hot spit crashed onto her, the pleasure increasing exponentially with each following drop of clear saliva.

As naturally as a duck slipping into water, Janice's tongue slipped into and within Ann's hot, spasming moist cavern, Janice's rough papillae stimulating and teasing Ann's sensitive, energized silky vaginal walls, as Janice tasted for the first time the ultimate liquor of a woman's hot cunt, the fluids produced for Janice alone. The two women luxuriated momentarily in their feasts - Ann writhing in ecstasy as Janice tormented and teased her pussy and clit, and Janice almost literally gulping quantities of the hot, creamy essence of a ready, sexy woman loving another woman.

As delirious as they would be on their lust-filled plateaus of pleasure, their excitement built, though both knew that it would lead to their mutual orgasms, crashing them from the greatest heights to the comfortable lassitude of sleepy post-coital relaxation.

We cannot choose how we respond to a lover, but it was inevitable that the two women would bring each other to orgasm, though they might have preferred simply to fuck all night long into forever. Janice's hand fell naturally between her legs, stroking and patting her own aroused clit, even as she licked and kissed Ann's sweet, ruby-colored pearl.

Their soft cries and sighs filled the room, as did the perfume of their lovemaking. The two women spent a long, lovely evening in each other's arms, finally falling asleep at about two in the morning, waking hurriedly when their bedside alarm rang at seven.

"Hi," Ann smiled wryly at her new lover.

"Oh...wow," Janice replied, her eyes quickly taking in Ann's sweet, naked body, and then turning away, the movement disguised by Janice's move toward the shower. "How about I get my shower in first...okay?" she asked.

"How about I join you?" Ann replied, her legs swinging off the mattress.

"No...I think I'd really feel better by myself right now...showers are kind of personal for me."

"So is licking another woman's pussy," thought Ann. But she said, "Oh, okay...save some hot water for me." She felt a little hurt, but rationalized that Janice was probably trying to come to terms with her unexpected enthusiasm for sapphic lovemaking. "I'll give her as much time as she needs," Ann thought. With the excitement of shepherding the rambunctious high school teens around, Ann and Janice had little further time together.

When they returned to their hometown, no one else any the wiser as to their fling, Ann made sure to give Janice any opening she might want to bring up their relationship, but she never did. Finally, after seeing the woman for a month, with not a word about the history that existed between them, Ann couldn't take any more.

"Janice, could we talk about what happened between us...on the trip?"

"Ann, I'd rather not," Janice replied, shocking the red head. "Frankly, I think that you were disgusting for trying to seduce a married woman, and I would just as soon not have anything to do with you outside of our professional relationship here. Yes, I enjoyed what we did, but it's not the life I want to lead. I feel sorry for you, not having a man, and I'll pray for you to turn back to a normal life and away from your perverted lifestyle."

Ann was speechless, but decided discretion was her only option. After all, if things did get out of hand, she was pretty sure that she was the one who'd be fired, whether fairly or not.

It was a week later, while Ann was nursing a beer at "Pretty Things," a lesbian bar in a neighboring town, that a pretty, solidly built woman named Amelia introduced herself with a cheesy pick up line, and the two fell into a long and relatively intimate conversation. They got along swimmingly, and Amelia explained that she had just lost her job at the home improvement center.

"Working with wood?" Ann asked.

"Yes!" Amelia replied. "How did you know?"

"The wood shavings in your hair kind of made me think that," Ann said with a smile. "So...that would kind of make you a woodcutter, wouldn't it?"

"Well...a woodsperson...I suppose," Amelia answered, confused. "Um, do you mean a woodcutter like in Red Riding Hood, that kind of woodcutter, I mean, woodsperson?"

"Yeah...just like that, a woodcutter, I mean, woodsperson," Ann smiled. "That's pretty unusual isn't it?"

"For a woman, you mean?" Amelia said, smiling wryly. Ann blushed.

"Yeah, I guess so - am I being sexist?" She laughed.

Amelia laughed too. "Probably, but I think you've earned a pass." Then she grinned evilly.

"So wait, I'm a woodcutter, I mean, woodsperson, and you're a redhead with the name 'Hood'. I guess all we need is an evil wolf, huh?"

Ann looked at Amelia for a few seconds, shrugged and then said, "What are the chances of that ever happening?"

Amelia nodded.

"Pretty slim, I would think."

Then Amelia grinned, and said, "Would you like to go get something to eat? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. "

"Maybe you should start with something smaller, like a beaver."

"That's pretty corny."

"But uncomplicated."

"That's true," Amelia said, taking Ann's hand as they left the bar and ambled along down the street.

And pretty soon, they lived happily ever after.

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