In the Mud Pit

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In the Mud Pit (c) 1999

By Allison George

There was talk about a change in venue. There was also some talk about Jello. In the end, however, it was decided that they would use the same location and the same mud recipe. For some reason the public clamor for mud wrestling had never quite evolved the way the promoters had hoped. Moving to a larger venue was out of the question, too much uncertainty about covering the increased rental cost. No, the present warehouse would have to do. They could seat 250 with ease and maybe even put in a several more tables on risers to squeeze in an extra thirty or forty.

It would be the same place and the same mud. There had been an experiment with Jello a couple of months ago. The girls liked it, it seemed to be cleaner but they could never agree on a flavor and the thickness was a problem. The girls kept bouncing around on the stuff rather than slithering in it.

She had never done this before, rolling around in the mud in front of a couple of hundred people, mostly men, mostly drunk. The thought of what might happen sent a surge of adrenaline through her lithe body. Sure the $100 would be nice pocket change, but it was that damned "truth or dare" game that she foolishly got involved in back at the sorority house that got her into this predicament. The nerve of Maria asking her that question! No, she wasn't about to answer it and accepted the dare instead. Rules are rules and there was no way around her sorority pledge short of leaving school humiliated.

She tried to pretend that it was just a normal school week, but the stares and leers from fellow classmates told her otherwise. She hoped that word about Friday night's contest would be kept closely guarded but it was clear that one her 'sisters' had spread the word. Maybe it was Kivi or Daphne. Neither one really liked her. She knew that, but for what reason? She was always available to help out on projects and loved tutoring her math-challenged sisters. No matter, Friday arrived all too quickly.

Foolishly she had brought along that nice China blue maillot, the one with the scoop neck that accentuated the tops of her breasts. It was daringly cut on the sides as well, only a good wax job preventing any display of pubic hair. It was her hope that the suit would preserve the last modicum of modesty. But it was not to be. She was handed a skimpy lime-green thong bikini by the manager. The audience wanted skin, and skin was what they were going to get.

A couple of girls, a blonde and a redhead, were sitting on the bench in front of the mirror, applying the last touches of make up and putting the final strands of hair in place with a shared curling iron. Even though they were destined to end the evening caked with mud, appearances were still important. The thin plywood walls of the dressing room provided little insulation from the yelling and sporadic applause emanating from the arena. A final loud cheer was the signal to the two seated women that their turn had come to enter the ring. A mild nod from each of them was all she received as they walked out of the dressing room to the waiting mud ring.

Opening the gym bag, she threw her wallet and car keys onto the unneeded bathing suit and sat down on the hard cedar bench. She stifled the tears that began welling up in her eyes and looked into the mirror at a young woman whose face was tinged with a red flush of embarrassment. Light brown bangs floated over her forehead; the rest of her hair was just long enough to be pulled back with a scrunchy. Slipping the red university sweatshirt over her head, she first became aware of the chill in the dank room. Goosebumps framed the nipples of her breasts as she tried to adjust the string bikini top. The tie strings were too damn short. Trying to make the knots secure only pushed her breasts upward towards one another, increasing the amount of cleavage. There was little she could do with the two triangles of cloth that seemed only to cover up to the top of the light brown aureole that circumscribed her erect nipples. No, this cloth couldn't be stretched any further.

She knew that she was up next on the evening's card. The amateurs always went on at the end to hold the audience's interest. Everyone knew that a sorority chick or two would be on the card and this is what the crowd lusted after. Both the townies and frat brats savored the thought of watching young flesh rolling around in the mud, humiliated, flashing an occasional tit or pussy. The cretin that managed the Mud Pit was clever by half in planning things that way.

As she stood to slip off her jeans and panties she realized that the thong would reveal her intimate secret to all those attracted to her firm ass cheeks. There was no way that this thong could cover up the rose tattoo adorning her left bun, a reminder of last summer's indiscretion. Its carmine blush was still striking; she had always kept the location covered, immune from the sun's rays that normally bleach most tattoos.

She was a counselor at a camp up in the mountains for the summer and had fallen head over heels for one of the guys over on the boys' staff. Despite having the nonsensical name of Shon, he was a dreamboat, longish blond hair, blue eyes, and eyelashes to kill for. It was as if he had jumped right out of one of her erotic fantasies. He sensed her interest right away and arranged for his bunk to share meals with hers so that they could sit together. The pattern continued during the evening activities. Each time that he sat next to her he would move a little closer, increasing the intimacy step by step. The touching knees led to hand holding and brief hugs at the end of each evening. At night after settling the ten year old girls in their beds she would slip off her clothes, noticing a darker wet spot in her panties with each passing day.

The first brief kiss came at the end of the third week while the bunks were watching the weekly movie. It was one of those silly comedies, just right for the ten and eleven-year-old kids, but holding little interest for Shon and her. His arm was around her shoulders, encouraging her to snuggle up against him. Half way through the film he bent over and gave her a brief kiss on the neck, which she responded with a firm hug back. Emboldened, he continued to kiss her neck, moving around to her ear where his soft kisses were as sweet as a gentle spring breeze. She turned her head upwards, joining her lips to his in sweet surrender. Tongues intertwined as she tried to drink in the passion of the moment. The brief reverie of their embrace was broken by the laughter of the kids as the young protagonist in the film foiled the bad guys by dousing them with a pail of some kind of sticky glop. As she pulled away from Shon, she could feel her body tremble with desire. When the film ended she rose to lead her girls back to her bunk, feeling not only a clammy wetness in her panties but an ember of lust that wasn't quenched by the kisses she received.

She had a free hour the next night before she needed to be back at the bunk. It was Jackie's turn to get the girls ready for their showers and into bed before the lights were turned out at 10:30. Taking the path behind the girls bunk area, she headed for the small clearing midway between the girls and the boys compound. Walking along the path she could feel her breasts, unfettered by a bra, rub gently against the soft pima cotton of the mauve polo shirt. Each step sent a little spark through her nipples kindling a heat that radiated through her body. As the final embers of the summer sun lingered with a red haze, she felt the cool evening breeze waft up her denim skirt cooling the liquid droplets of love honey drawn out of her quim and into cotton undergarment.

As she approached the clearing her pulse quickened and she felt a flush run through her body seeing Shon sitting on a blanket, his back against a pine tree. He was idly drawing with a twig in the needle-covered soil next to him, unaware that she was looking at him. She paused briefly, realizing what would happen if she continued on, conflicted about whether the brief time they had known one another was sufficient in her own mind to share herself with him. It was the briefest yet the longest of moments; she stood there watching him, thinking about turning back, yet feeling a warm heat of lust beginning to kindle a flame of need in her cunny. There was only one way this fire was going to be put out tonight and her fingers were not adequate for the job.

She strode into the clearing with a purposeful step, a smile lighting up her face. She received a smile in return as she sat down next to Shon. She saw how he had constructed a design amidst the pine needles using some twigs and small stones. The idle small talk about their bunks ended when Shon pulled her head gently towards his, locking his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. She pulled him against her with a furious need the very moment that his tongue gently entered her mouth. They slid down on the blanket, snug against one another in firm embrace. Feeling his knee pressing against her thighs, she responded by spreading them and looping a leg over his, pulling his knee inside the hem of her skirt so that it was firmly seated against her cunny. The pressure of his knee rubbing back and forth inflamed the twin love petals, wicking even more moisture out into the damp fabric of her panties.

His passion seemed as great as hers, hands moving all over her body exploring nape of her neck, the curve of her back, and the globes of her ass. Up and down, back and forth, his hands pushed deeply into her muscles as his tongue, despite her efforts to capture it, slipped in and out of her mouth. She reached down sliding her hand between their bodies, cradling his balls and cock through his jeans, feeling the growing wet spot of his own arousal. His kisses left her mouth as he whispered sweet words of love gently into her ear. His hand moved to a cotton-covered breast, gently massaging it, capturing a swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Though the soft pima cotton shielded her breasts from his direct touch; the friction from the fabric radiated strong heat of passion right back into her skin. She moaned softly as his knee and hands attacked both focal points of her sexual being.

She fumbled at his belt buckle trying to get to the one part of him whose fluid release could quench her growing desire. His hand joined hers, quickly freeing the buckle and undoing the button fly of the jeans. She slid her hand inside his jeans, no underwear obstructing the passage of her hand, and grasped the swollen prick whose tip was already coated with a warm film of sexual anticipation.

His knee left her cotton covered sex; the absence of its sweet pressure was swiftly replaced by the cup of his hand. Pushing firmly against her mound of Venus, he forced more viscous fluid out of her honey pot; her musky scent mixing with the aromatic pine needles gently perfuming the air around them. She moved her hand down to his balls, gently massaging them, depositing some of his love juice. Searching for his lips and finding them, she pressed hard, sucking to pull his tongue into her mouth. She felt a finger pressing against her love button, the wet fabric moving back and forth creating an exquisite friction. She started to pull on his throbbing love meat, milking it, feeling the warm secretions coat her hand. Now lost in the throes of passion, all she could think about was filling the void in her cunny, an emptiness that increased bit by bit with each rub of his finger.

Releasing his cock, she pushed him away, ready to consummate their lust. Arching her hips, she quickly slid her panties off, feeling the soft night breeze cool the warm fluids that collected around her sex. She undid a couple of the buttons on the denim skirt, casting it aside. Shon lifted the bottom of her polo shirt, pulling it swiftly over her head, letting her slide gently down on the blanket. Cupping her breasts together, he moved back and forth between nipples applying pressure with his tongue and teeth, teasing the dark buttons so that they began to swell with desire. She started moaning, each tongue swipe increasing the volume of her moans until she started to shiver, wanting only the strength of Shon's cock.

Shon quickly removed his shirt and pants, revealing the engorged tool, the key to her pleasure slot. As he moved over the top of her, she spread her legs opening the desirous passageway and creating a love cradle that he could rock against. She started to pant, feeling the tip of his love organ stroke back and forth the length of her opening, hitting her clit with each pass. She reached down pushing his hand aside and gave his cock a couple of firm strokes, coating the organ with oozing love oil from tip to base. She brought the head to her sweet coral cut; an upward and his downward thrust completed the almost frictionless coupling. They lay there silently for a moment allowing their hot fluids to mix; the earlier emptiness disappearing into love's ether.

They started rocking, that ancient movement of pushing and pulling, sucking and clenching, each trying to bring the other to love's plateau. She felt her nether lips pinch against the length of his cock as he stroked in and out, a Newtonian tension that refused to let the captured organ go. He shifted his position slightly, moving up just enough that his swollen prick put firm pressure on her love button. She quickly responded, swinging her legs over his, locking him into her, rocking back against him with increasing ferocity.

She could feel the lightness, that floating prelude to her impending orgasm. Pulling him closer she whispered magic words into his ear and felt the captured lance begin its final swell, hoping that the delivery of sweet love fluid would quench the raging heat within her. With her final pull and his final push, she received the fluid conclusion to their act; joy spilled outward from the center of her sex whose quivering lips spasmed with pleasure. They lay there, each spent, each body almost weightless, breathing in the mixture of love and pine, reveling in momentary joy and mixed juices, whose passion started to slowly dissolve into the night.

The hour had come to a close; it was time to go back to their respective bunks. They dressed silently, acknowledging the act with a final kiss and a promise to meet again tomorrow night. She walked back to the bunk feeling the warm mixture of comes oozing into the crotch of her panties, a reminder of the achieved fulfillment.

During the final week of camp, that they found themselves with a free day and drove into town to escape the yelling ten and eleven year olds that were engaged in a camp-wide color war. It was over lunch that Shon proposed the matching tattoos, a compact between them acknowledging their joyful tryst. Why not? She had experienced more joy in the past week than was ever imaginable. The rose would be a fitting and pleasant memory marking time until they could meet up during winter break.

It was the next night that her delicate memory shattered, the petals of the rose while still adorning her bun, now became only a bittersweet reminder of the past three weeks. One of the other women councilors, Julie, had seen them together the previous evening. She issued a cautionary warning that Shon was a rake, who's only goal was to find a gullible young woman and leave his mark. Beckoning her to the bathroom, Julie lowered her shorts and panties revealing an identical rose, slightly faded, adorning her left ass cheek.

Her thoughts of last summer were abruptly brought to an end with a knock on the dressing room door. The manager told her to finish getting ready; she was going on in a couple of minutes. She warily eyed the thong trying to put the thoughts of humiliation out of her mind. Once she was in the pit and covered with mud it wouldn't matter anyway. She slipped the thong on, allowing the thin strap to firmly slip between the cheeks of her backside. Damn it, why did she have to think about Shon tonight? Despite being a cad, those memories of sex with him still excited her. She felt a cool dampness with each step as the thong smeared tiny pearls of love juice against the lips of her quim. Even worse, the thin waistband rode up on her hips, pulling the pussy strap snugly against her clit, a gentle irritation that only hastened the flow of musky oil.

She walked down the hallway to the door that led to the mud pit. The manager leered at her, moistening his lips with his tongue. His lewd grin elicited only an icy glare in return, indicating that this was it, only one performance and nothing else for him in return. The door opened and the two women who had shared her dressing room passed by, bikini tops in their hands with mud slowly flowing downward over every inch of their skin. One of them, she couldn't tell whether it was the blonde or the redhead, smiled and wished her well.

Peering through the open door, she saw the pit highlighted by a bank of lights immediately overhead. A hazy smoke from too many cigars and cigarettes hung suspended, an obscene gauze obscuring her view of the tables. A small path towards one of the corners of the pit lay straight ahead as she took the first tentative steps into the warehouse proper. Whistles and catcalls greeted her as she made her way forward. She heard her name shouted out from off to the right, probably some frat brat; remarks about her tits and ass greeted each step along the way. She hoped the flush of shame wasn't too evident. As she reached the corner she saw her presumed opponent, a figure, cross corner, whose back was covered by a terry cloth robe, the hood drawn. Damn, why hadn't she thought of that? It would have at least eased some of the embarrassment.

She tried to blank her mind; wishing a quick conclusion to this evening, she heard few of the referee's perfunctory remarks. There were few rules; matches lasted five minutes or until one of the contestants yielded. She heard the notice that this was the final match of the night. Whether this was good or bad was unclear. Certainly the men in the crowd were fully sated by the combination of smoke, drink, and skin. God only knows how many unrelieved erections were pressing against pants legs out there. Maybe they wouldn't pay much attention to the match about to take place. As her name was called she took a gingerly step into the pit, feeling the mud slither through her toes, engulfing her ankles, reaching up to the middle of her calves. The rippled polyethylene bottom of the pit would provide pitiful little traction; one quick push and she would end up flat on her back, but of course this is what they came to see.

She heard the announcer call out the name Maria, paying little attention until she saw the woman turn around and remove the hood of the robe. Maria! Her own sorority sister! Now she knew where Maria spent her Friday evenings! Studying in the library, what a flimsy excuse; this was where she picked up pocket change for those designer outfits. She heard a loud roar when Maria, shaking her loose curly dark black tresses, took off her robe. Her opponent was clearly a favorite of this crowd. Maria's deep brown skin was set off perfectly by a fluorescent orange bikini. Her ample cleavage spilled over the thin triangles of the top. The thong she wore only further accentuated her thin waist and full hips. Damn, damn, damn, why was this happening? The feelings of embarrassment and humiliation quickly turned to anger and thoughts of revenge. Damn Maria for setting that trap! She hoped to exact a measure of revenge tonight.

The gong sounded and the referee's hand dropped as the two combatants moved warily towards one another. Each step was a slippery adventure as she tried to keep her balance, not knowing what Maria's first move would be. That uncertainty was quickly answered as Maria reached out and tried to grab her right hand. Although she pulled it away in time, she didn't see her opponent's foot coming out of the mud, hooking her left leg. She instinctively tried to lean forward only to feel a flat palm shove her left shoulder. She couldn't plant her feet to preserve any semblance of balance and started to fall backwards toward the mud. Although she had taken plenty of tumbles while playing field hockey, the sensation of body hitting mud was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The viscous glop cushioned her fall; parting in wavelets as her body started to slowly sink. As Maria stepped forward, she propped herself up with a hard push from her right hand and grab a leg, sending her opponent sprawling into the mud.

Even though her mind signaled her muscles to react to her opponent's predicament, catlike moves were impossible. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as the mud sucked against every movement. Somehow she ended up next to Maria, arms intertwined. They grappled for position, each trying to get atop the other. The mud's thick slippery texture thwarting every move and parry. Neither woman could gain the needed advantage that would bring a swift conclusion to the match. She felt Maria' s hands move towards her shoulder, attempting to gain some control over her upper body. As she slipped the hold she realized that Maria's only goal was to pull the strings on the bows that held her bikini top up. As she rose to her knees she realized Maria's success as the top flopped down, the neck bow undone, freeing her tits which were barely mud-stained for all to see. Damn it she thought, anger flowing more freely as she dove at her opponent seeking to return the lewd favor. She caught Maria trying to slide free but when she reached to grab a bow, she realized how wily her opponent was. Maria's top was held in place by firm elastic straps, no tie at all; there was no way short of pulling it over her head to get it off. As she realized the futility of her move, Maria grabbed at the bottom tie, freeing the brief bra top once and for all. She could hear some cheers amidst the din; shouts about hooters, boobs, tits, and nipples.

She saw Maria try to struggle to her feet, white teeth bared by a sarcastic smile. She lunged forward grabbing her sorority sister's feet, pulling firmly, sending the other woman down once more into the mud. Her mind clicked with a plan of action, one that would give her the necessary advantage to bring this nightmare to a passable conclusion. While her opponent floundered in the mud, she reached towards Maria's waist and grabbed the side bands of her thong. A sharp tug aided by the slimy mud coating Maria's thighs, and the thong was down to her opponent's knees, where the tight elastic made it almost impossible for Maria to use her legs. This move brought even louder cheers with a flash of mud-caked pussy now clearly visible to all. Tit for cunt she thought, trying to move in to gain advantage. She hadn't counted on Maria's upper body strength, developed through years of swimming. Each effort at getting a shoulder hold was stymied. Despite not being able to use her legs effectively, Maria was able to slip every hold and gain momentary opportunities of her own. They continued to push and shove and grab at one another in futile attempts to force the other to yield. Each effort grew more tiring, the mud sapping strength from every movement.

They were locked in a clinch, she had one leg wrapped around Maria's thighs bound trying to flip her over into the mud when the gong sounded signaling an end to the match. She flopped backward letting the viscous mud float her body, too tired to even prop herself up. Maria pulled herself over to the edge of the pit; her arms splayed over the cushioned edge, using it as a seatback to recover some spent strength. Maria gave a few futile kicks trying to dislodge the thong panties that bound her knees together. She slid over and with a firm pull, tugged the flimsy garment off, handing it to her adversary. Maria smiled in return, letting the mud flow over her thighs as she moved her legs back and forth. She saw the strap of the errant bikini top floating on the mud next to her. Pulling it out she tried to squeeze as much mud from it as possible but giving up, there was no way she would even want to put it back on.

As she slid over towards the edge next to Maria, she suddenly became aware of the cheers from the audience. For whatever it was worth they seemed to have enjoyed the match. Wadded bills, it wasn't clear what domination, were thrown towards them. Maria was the first to get up, her legs, bound during the latter part of the match, were still strong enough to allow her to get out of the pit unaided. Taking a wet towel from the referee, Maria wiped the mud from her face and shoulders; she used her hands to squeegee the excess mud from her body, not caring that her neatly trimmed pubic bush was now proudly on view.

She accepted Maria's outstretched hand and pulled herself erect. She felt the mud sliding down her body as she toweled off her face. As she started to rid her body of the mud, she couldn't help noticing that her nipples were swollen with excitement. The thong strap, well lubricated with mud, brought sweet tremors to her cunny. This sensation of desire restored some of her strength as she stepped out of the mud pit and on to the cedar edge. Maria raised her right hand swirling the thong around, acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. She could see that the battle had the same affect on her opponen t; Maria's breasts strained against the tight confines of the fabric, nipples erect with proud anticipation. Maria threw her thong at an adoring fan. His mud-flecked face beamed as he raised the trophy for all to see. What the hell she thought, she was never going to wear this bikini top again. She held the brief top aloft and gave it a couple of quick swings releasing it in the direction of the tables on her right. Another cheer erupted as two guys fought over the scant piece of cloth.

The referee came over to congratulate each combatant. He handed Maria a small basket, which contained the bills thrown at them following the match. She saw mostly ones and fives amidst an occasional ten or twenty-dollar bill, a welcome solace to the evening's weird conclusion.

The two women walked towards the dressing rooms, hands clasped and raised, welcoming the crowd's ovation. As they passed through the door the manager gave each woman an envelope containing their earnings for the bout. She ignored his offer of a return match next week. She only wanted to shower and get away from this place as quickly as possible. Turning her back, she walked down the hall to retrieve her duffel from the dressing cubicle.

Maria was already under a stream of water softly humming as she entered the shower area. She turned on the spigot to the second shower head to only receive a trickle of water from the calcified nozzle. Maria graciously stepped aside letting her rinse the caked mud from her body. She stepped into the hot stream and let the water luxuriously cascade onto her head and down the front of her body. Looking down at the tiled floor she saw the brown-black mud spiraling down the drain. She turned around to let the water wash her back. Maria pointed quizzically to the rose tattoo now revealed against a white alabaster cheek. She shrugged her shoulders; it was a forgotten folly that she didn't want to talk about.

The two women switched places as Maria picked up a bottle of herbal-scented shampoo to wash her hair. Damn, that was the one thing she had forgotten to bring! Oh well there was more than enough in Maria's bottle to share. She picked up the bar of soap intending to start washing her body but paused, looking at her sorority sister's strong shoulders. Her hands moved inexorably to Maria's shoulders as the other woman continued washing her hair. She spread soapy lather into Maria's skin cleansing the final traces of mud, hearing a warm sigh from Maria as she started to push her thumbs into the tired muscles. Maria placed the palms of her hands against the tiled side wall of the shower, her shampoo laden hair dangling across the nape of her neck and down the front of her shoulders, angling her back so that all of the muscles could receive the warm ministrations. She soaped the length of Maria's back, rubbing upwards with firm sure strokes so that all the muscles received attention.

As the massage continued, Maria's contented sighs grew warmer and more audible. It gave her a pleasant, yet erotic feeling to massage the other woman's back. She experienced a return of the tingling to her nether region; quizzical because she had never sought another woman's love; yet there was some kind of bond between the two of them brought on by their five minutes in the mud pit. She felt heat rising in her breasts as she continued to massage Maria's lower back. Should she impulsively respond to this growing passion? Flashes of memories slid through her mind: the truth or dare game, Shon's callow treatment of her last summer, Maria's graciousness at the end of the mud wrestling match, the erotic tension brought on by the mud-soaked thong as she walked back to her dressing room, and now the smooth rippling muscles of the swimmer's back. She took a small step closer and let her hands slide from the rear rib cage to the front of Maria's body, spreading soap over the woman's taut stomach, sliding upwards across the swollen nipples of her friend's breast. Yes Maria was now her friend.

As if by some magic cue, Maria turned around and faced her; the twin mounds standing firm on her chest, deep brown aureole, framing two erect nipples. A delicate swath of downy fur at the juncture of Maria's thighs pointed to hidden treasure causing her to tremble and start to speak. Maria placed a finger on her mouth, shushing her into silence. Reaching down and picking up the open shampoo bottle, Maria let the green fluid dribble onto to her hair. She felt Maria's fingers work up a scented lather, separating the strands of brown hair, allowing the shampoo to penetrate. Maria gently directed her to lean against the tiled wall. Her head still full of the fragrant foam, she felt strong fingers delving into the muscles of her shoulder, forcing the tension out of the fibers stiff from wrestling. Maria passed a hand over her breasts feeling the swollen tips as she reveled in the sensations that were now taking control of her body. Maria pulled her body back under the hot water, letting the stream flow over her head, rinsing the shampoo out, passing fingers through the strands to eliminate any stray tangles. Maria then dipped her own head under the shower to rinse her dark black hair; the natural curls absent, they would only return as her hair dried.

She turned the spigot off, taking one of the warm towels off the hook she began to dry Maria's body, letting the cotton fibers absorb the clear water. The mud that coated her body only a short while ago was now a forgotten memory. She looped the towel around Maria's mid section, tucking one edge under the other just above her breasts. She pulled her sorority sister's cotton-covered back firmly against her breasts, hugging her, biting a diamond studded earlobe, blowing a soft breath of warm air into her ear, kissing her neck, soft bites accompanying each kiss. She could feel Maria's breathing quickening with each kiss of affection. She lingered at Maria's neck, her left hand cradling a breast; with each love peck she inched her right hand down across Maria's stomach until it came to rest against a muscular thigh, just below the juncture of her sex. The skin was hot to the touch, a remnant of the recent shower, the temperature increasing as she drew her hand upward towards the musky heat emanating from the depths of Maria's quim. Her fingers found the portal of Venus whose opening had already secreted several pearly drops of love fluid which she spread back and forth over each of swollen lips, gently sliding a finger into the slick moist cavern, letting it revel in the warm oily wetness. As she drew her finger out she let it linger on Maria's clit. Stroking it lightly, she felt the love button swell with desire, eliciting a soft moans from her friend's mouth.

The door to the sauna was open; its heating unit turned off for the night. She pulled Maria into the room, throwing some towels down on the wide cedar bench to serve as a primitive cushion. Maria sunk into her arms as their mouths met in a virginal kiss. It wasn't like any kiss from any man she had ever been with before. The pressure was subtler, the exchange of tongues less frantic, the warmth more intense. She tugged at the top hem of the towel, pulling it away from Maria's body, exposing her firm breasts to the cedar-scented air. A second kiss lingered, fingers moving to nipples with soft flicks and tugs. The two women sank against the toweled cushion in deep embrace; her love oils now running freely as Maria insinuated a thigh into the V between her legs.

She broke off the embrace, sliding down, kissing Maria's neck, shoulders, stopping to linger at her friend's breasts. Her tongue danced from nipple to nipple, drawing quick light circles around each, followed by gentle flicks against the erect nubs. She continued her slide down Maria's body, planting kisses along each rib, tickling her navel, until she came to the top of the downy black hair, her nostrils drinking in the sweet scent from the portal of love that lay just inches away. She reveled in the aroma, a mixture of musk and cedar. Sure, she had smelled and tasted her own juices after masturbating; but this was different, this was a woman whose affection she had just come to realize, whose sexual fire she had kindled.

She gently parted Maria's thighs, the coral lips spread open revealing a glistening channel. She planted several ephemeral kisses on the juncture of each thigh, moving slowly around the honeyed opening. She felt Maria shiver each time her tongue passed over the quim's edge until finally she couldn't wait any longer to partake of the sweet nectar. She slid flush; her lips sealing the soft opening, sliding her tongue into Maria's love passage, licking the fragrant love oils. Each time she withdrew her tongue she firmly flicked her friends clit, each movement a little quicker and firmer than the last until finally with a long moan and a violent shudder Maria climaxed, the twin lips trying to capture her tongue as though it was a sexual organ.

She moved back up the bench to lie in the cradle of Maria's arm, planting a soft kiss on her friend's neck. Though her desire had not yet been quenched, she knew pleasure would come shortly. Gazing at Maria lying in the afterglow of sex, she smiled realizing that the tattoo on her ass was no longer a memory of what happened but a portent of joy to come.