EROTICA

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the ending of the "Unfinished Erotic Lesbian Story"
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Lori knew that Christianity was a cult, but this in and of itself was not the reason that she didn’t go with her parents when they went to the only church in the small town. The reason that she didn’t go to church was because it was so incredibly boring, and sinning was so much more fun.
She was having sex with a boy named Richard every time her parents went to church, every Sunday morning and every Wednesday night for the last 6 months, but this Sunday was different; Richard was out of town for the weekend, fishing or hunting or something. Lori didn’t remember exactly where he was because it didn’t seem important at the moment. She had something more important on her mind, her sexuality.
She’d started sleeping with boys when she was 14, but that had been a whole 2 years ago, and despite her parents’ homophobia, she was finally admitting to herself that she was a lesbian, and had been a lesbian long before puberty. She knew she was different than other people that first day of kindergarten. She hadn’t been able to admit her lesbianism to even herself, let alone anyone else, because her parents’ intense homophobia was something that was representative of the redneck hick population of the all-white Texas town. The whole town was so severely homophobic that she would have had to go all the way to Dallas County, perhaps even into the city of Dallas itself, in order to find another lesbian willing to have any kind of sex with her.
There were lots of lesbians in the town, but this was one of those hyper-homophobic towns where promiscuity, even nymphomania, was no big deal, as long as it was hetero. The lesbians here were the loose, sluttish type of girls. They thought that lesbianism was a disease and that “getting dick” every day was the cure. It was so very easy for her to tell which girls checked each other out in gym class, and she could tell which girls made themselves look sexy for the benefit of other lesbians instead of guys.
But at the same time Lori also knew that none of the high school lesbians would ever do anything beyond just looking at each other in the showers after sports. There were slightly more female athletes than males at the Christianized town’s only high school, and almost all of them were closeted lesbians, but Lori knew with absolute certainty that none of them would do anything at all sexual with another female until they got out of this homophobic town.
Lori had only just turned 16 and she knew she couldn’t wait till her 17th birthday to taste pussy. She thought about kissing a girl every time she kissed a guy, she wanted to grope soft gooey boobs every time she pressed her hands up against a male athlete’s unyieldingly hard muscled chest, she wanted to taste another woman’s pussy juice every time she tasted a guy’s cum. She just couldn’t lie to herself any more; she couldn’t keep telling herself that “it was just a phase” that she’d just “grow out of”.
Lori had a several friends that lived in Dallas County, friends that she visited every single Saturday, and sitting there on her bed, on a Sunday morning, she firmly decided that she was definitely going to have sex with another female the very next time she went there.
By the time Saturday came, she was noticeably giddy with the anticipation of seeing those girls that her parents called her “big city” friends.
Her friend Jessica drove up to Lori’s house just a little after sunrise, just the same as every week before, and despite Lori being visibly jumpy and jittery, her parents still let her go, not realizing just how much Lori’s life was about to change.
Jessica was driving her glossy black indestructible gas guzzler convertible, Lori was in the front passenger seat, and although Lori and Jessie never smoked weed, the 2 girls in the back seat were just a little bit too stoned to drive, again just the same as every week before.
Once they’d gotten around the corner, Lori couldn’t hold it in any longer, “I’m a lesbian” she squealed, triggering laughter from the others. “What?” Lori asked, genuinely confused. The laughing stopped. “What’s so funny?” Lori asked with a tone so serious that Jessie actually slowed down the car. “Honey, Baby, we’ve known you were a dyke from day one” the 2 girls in the huge back seat started giggling again as Jessie sped up to their previous speed. Lori was speechless, dazzled that her own lesbianism was as transparent as it was for the other “closeted” lesbians. “The whole reason we even hang out with you is because you’re the only dyke that will hang out with us breeders,” she said, laughing again.
Although they were not actually related to each other, the 2 freakishly pale blue-eyed-blonde girls in the back would have looked like identical twins except that one kept the natural blonde hair color they’d both been born with, and the other had dyed her hair blue “to match my eyes” she’d said.
It was the blue haired girl that spoke next. “So what’s it like to eat pussy? To me it’d be all gross” she said only a half a second after the black haired Jessie had finished saying the word “breeders” “You’d suck every dick on planet Earth, if you could” the blonde responded before Lori could answer the question. “I’ve never actually slept with a girl before” Lori said so hesitantly that it made the “twins” giggle again. “What? Never? Why not?” Jessie asked. “You saving yourself for that special someone?” the blue-haired girl teased before the blonde elbowed her. “No, it’s just the town, you know? There’d be a lynching if anybody had any kind of lesbian sex there. My parents would kill me if they knew.” “What they don’t know won’t kill them” the blonde spoke up, the first words she’d said the whole ride. “What you a lezzy now too?” the blue haired girl joked. “No, not me, Shorty” “umm who’s Shorty?” Lori asked. It was the blue haired girl that answered “Shorty is bi and she hasn’t fucked any girls in a week”
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Shorty was a total nymphomaniac, and her name was a sexual reference. She was called Short-y because she was short-er than most of the people she had sex with. Shorty wasn’t really all that short; she just kind of had a thing for tall people. She was really only just a little bit shorter than Lori, the shortest of her friends, who’d been somehow expecting this “Shorty” girl to be a midget.
Lori turned her head to look at Shorty’s comically pornographic clock. It had only been 2 hours since she’d left her parents’ house and now she was lustfully staring at the bald pussy of the athletically toned topless woman whose cotton-candy-pink hair perfectly matched the color of her pointed nipples.
Shorty’s boobs were bigger than Lori’s double-Ds, a lot bigger. They didn’t really sag and droop nearly as much as Lori expected, but when Shorty took off her crotch-less panties, her boobs hung down just enough that Lori knew there was no way in hell Shorty’s boobs had a single drop of silicone in them.
Now Shorty was naked except for the thigh-high royal blue colored pantyhose and glossy black open toed spiked heels.
She pushed Lori’s naked body onto the motion-lotion covered black rubber sheet covering the giant square bed before grabbing a strap-on-dildo off the shiny metal shelf above the bed.
Lori tentatively reached out to slowly wrap her elegantly feminine fingers around the shiny-chromed fake phallus. Lori had seen so many pictures of glistening dildos covered in pussy juice in the huge porn collection that Lori’s mother kept secret from her father, but Lori never once thought that she’d actually ever touch one. For Lori, touching a dildo was a sexual experience even before it was inserted into Lori’s pulsating pussy.
For the 1st time in Lori’s entire life, she was really truly enjoying the sensation of having a phallic object being inside her. She didn’t have to feel the burning itching sensation that occurred when latex touched the inside of her pussy. She didn’t have to hear males bitching about how wearing a latex condom was so much more painful than wearing those less effective non-latex condoms. She didn’t have to go through the frustrating process of inserting and removing those uncomfortable diaphragms. She didn’t have to feel the queasiness of the sensation of semen traveling up her fallopian tubes. She didn’t have to feel the supposedly “mild” side effects of “the pill”. She didn’t have to worry about “what day of the month it was” or listen to a guy bitch about getting menstrual blood on his dick. She could finally just “completely let go” and really truly enjoy the sensation of the bent fake dick so perfectly messaging that magic G-Spot that no real dick could ever reach in a million years.
With Shorty’s naturally large breasts swinging hypnotically in Lori’s face, Lori’s hands instinctively, impulsively, and rhythmically gripped and groped that perfectly soft gooeyness that only ever occurs in the naturally large breasts of post-puberty human females.
Lori had her 1st ever orgasm with another person in the room, and it was so much more intense than the orgasms that she’d been experiencing during her endless hours of masturbation. Lori screamed so loudly she was afraid the neighbors would call the police until she remembered that the room had been sound proofed.
Lori and Shorty rolled until Lori was the one on top. When Lori kissed Shorty’s lips, Lori’s tongue really deeply explored another human mouth for the 1st time ever as Lori savored the perfect taste of a female’s saliva. Lori slid her mouth down past the spiked dog collar on Shorty’s neck to suckle on first one pierced nipple then the other before Lori’s tongue playfully tugged at Shorty’s belly-button ring. Lori’s hands blindly pulled at the dildo’s straps with Shorty’s hands immediately unfastening the buckles. Lori’s tongue slid past the bald spot that should have been pubic hair, hypnotized by the mesmerizing smell of the pheromones in Shorty’s slippery pussy juice. Lori’s tongue lapped up the delicious juice and probed Shorty’s pussy just as it had probed Shorty’s mouth a mere minute before.
Lori sucked on Shorty’s enlarged pierced clit for what had, for both of them, seemed to be a pleasurable eternity, until Lori pulled her face back to slide her fingers in to the slippery wetness of Shorty’s pussy, bending and curling her femininely long fingers to find that magic spot that Lori had found on herself a million times before, gently massaging Shorty’s G-Spot so that Shorty could feel the intensely blissful sensation that Lori had felt mere minutes earlier.
To Lori’s ear the sounds of Shorty’s sexual moaning and orgasmic screaming echoing off the soundproofed walls sounded like the world’s most beautiful opera music.
Lori once again looked at the clock that was sitting on a stack of bestiality porn, and saw that it was almost noon. And then, as if reading Lori’s mind, Shorty said, “Where’s my clothes? I’m gonna go buy you lunch”.
 
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schenkadere said:
That's just fucking stupid...and far from erotic. What does that have to do with anything? Do people here actually enjoy that crap? I seriously doubt it.:bah:
THIS STORY IS PROLLY CRAP BECAUSE IT'S PROLLY THE TYPE OF STORY THAT SHOULD BE WRITTEN AS A 1ST PERSON NARRATIVE
(LIKE ANNE RICE'S VAMPIRE BOOKS)
ALL MY OTHER STORIES ARE 1ST PERSON NARRATIVES
BECAUSE I THINK THAT 1ST PERSON NARRATIVE MAKES EROTICA A LITTLE MORE EROTIC
IF YOU WANT TO SAY ONE STORY IS CRAP, THEN THAT'S A VALID OPINION
BUT YOU SHOULD READ ALL OF MY WORK BEFORE YOU SAY I'M BAD AS A WRITER