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The Chain Letter (4) Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark
Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way,
shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic
fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults.
If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18
years of age, ditto. -Send any and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com.
Specify which story archive where you found the story if possible, as some
of my stories are posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is
welcome.
Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange
chain-letter through e-mail, have respectively seduced two mutual friends,
Vivian and Rachel. The time for the disclosure of their mutual affairs is
at hand...
1. The west wind blew softly in their faces as the stars twinkled
overhead, barely obscured by a radiant moon suspended in the cloudless
night sky. The distant sound of crashing waves rumbled in their ears as
they walked barefoot on the fine sandy dunes, fingers enlaced as they held
hands. The beach was deserted this time of night, leaving them alone with
their thoughts, and each other. "She has your heart, doesn't she?" asked
Rachel softly. Andrea turned to her, strands of hair dancing in the
breeze. She searched Rachel's eyes, silently. "Yes. She does" she
confessed, surprised that Rachel, who never breached the subject, suddenly
spoke of her secret lover. Andrea drew close, adding in a murmur,
"Although as you once told me... I can't live without you..." They kissed,
softly, unhurriedly, as they had often for the last three months. Their
hands caressed each other through light cotton dresses, feeling the warmth
and softness of their bodies. Andrea had been methodical as the affair had
unfolded, dropping suggestive hints of her involvement with another woman.
In a way, it had been fairly easy for Rachel to guess; there had been no
word of another man in Andrea's life since George-in itself
uncharacteristic-yet she had made various comments which implied both a
kind of steady relationship, and the relative need to be rather subtle and
low-key about it. Rachel has merely connected the dots. "Tell me about
her..." Rachel said, as they resumed their walk. Andrea's stared at the
far away darkness, as if to behold Fey's enchanting face. "She's
beautiful... intelligent... sensitive... she warms my heart every time
she smiles... she fills me with a kind of joy I never knew existed..." The
words felt awkward in her mouth, insufficient to describe the depth of her
feelings. "It's as if my soul had been fractured in two long ago... and
the pieces had suddenly been reunited." She gazed downwards, slightly
flustered. Rachel smiled warmly. "She sounds like quite a woman... maybe
I'll have to meet her sometime." Andrea suppressed a mischievous grin.
Curiosity was getting the best of Rachel... If she only knew, she thought.
"Wellll..." Andrea replied, "maybe I can meet *your* girlfriend sometime,
how about that?" Rachel's eyes shifted momentarily sideways, no doubt
thinking exactly what had gone through Andrea's mind a second ago. "Well
then, we'll have to be careful. They might be so angry because of our
respective infidelities they'll break up with us and leave together."
Andrea exploded in laughter, trying not to sound hysterical. God, if she
only knew!!! Fey and Vivian we together at his very moment! Her body
pressed closer to Rachel's, and she slid her arms around her waist. "I
guess we better make the best of it while we still can..." They closed
their eyes as their lips met.
2. The 'trap' was set. After months spent enjoying private pleasures,
sharing their exploits between bouts of intense lovemaking, Andrea and Fey
were ready. Ready to end the secret of their respective affairs... but
not the fact of their existence. The time was right. The risk of Vivian
and Rachel confiding in each other could only increase, and the fact that
neither Andrea or Fey had remained single during this time might,
interpreted in a larger context, lead either of the other two women to draw
conclusions. Saturday evening, barring any last-minute cancellation,
Vivian and Rachel would drop by Fey's place for a get-together between
girls, following a gracious invitation. Andrea spent the week going over
the luxury apartment she and Fey now shared, getting most of her things
stashed in one of the many closets in order to making sure no one would
know she'd been practically living there these last few months. She still
dropped by her own place from time to time, 'maintaining the illusion',
picking up mail and messages, but wasn't even bothering to heat it anymore.
The rent was no bother considering the money she was now making, and
besides, it was useful to have a second place to herself, for impromptu
meetings with Rachel. 'Girls night' was set. It was the first time all
four would be together since a similar event the year before. Andrea and
Fey both made a point of not seeing their respective mistresses the whole
week prior, hoping to build a little bit of sexual tension. It would be,
after all, a very special night indeed.
3. Fey, who had taken quite an interest in the art of gourmet cooking
in her teenage years, outdid herself with the menu: roasted delmonico veal
in medeira sauce alongside India rice and a salad of watercress kissed with
a balsamic vinaigrette, garnished with lavender. She joked along as she
prepared the extravagant feast all of Saturday afternoon, telling Andrea
about the times she had cajoled her family cook, a severe but kind-hearted
Frenchman, into teaching her the fine art of culinary seduction. Andrea
watched her work with wonder, helping out when she could and briefly
stepping out for a moment to purchase enough wine for the evening: a bottle
of Ch teau Latour red, one of Beaujolais nouveau, two bottles of white
Montrachet, and two Ch teau d'Aqueria ros s. By four-thirty, everything
was ready. The two hosts resolved to open one of the white wine bottles,
moving to the living room as the veal roasted in the oven, kissing
amorously on the sofa while they waited for Rachel and Vivian to show. It
was to be a casual dinner, but both had decided to dress up for the
occasion. Fey wore a notched collar beige blouse with a knee length dark
skirt with belt buckle. Andrea sported black slacks with a carmine
turtleneck, and stood a inch taller in her in pumps. At five-thirty, there
was a light knock on the door. Fey and Andrea, fleetingly brushing off the
lipstick evidence of their intimacy, suddenly returned to a 'proper'
demeanor as they quickly strode to the apartment entrance.
4. Rachel arrived first, stunning Andrea and Fey with a tight satin
T-shirt, a matte skirt and strapped heels. All three greeted each other
politely, exchanging pleasantries while Andrea spoke with her eyes, giving
Rachel an appreciative and hungry look. She traded a conspiratorial glance
with Fey moments later when Rachel wasn't looking. The trio slowly left
the vestibule and went to the spacious living room, where they sat for a
time, enjoying white wine while waiting for Vivian. The lady in question
arrived twenty minutes later with the sound of a bell, greeting Fey and
Rachel with a warm smile that seemed to indicate she had not met either for
months. Her lips brushed Andrea's cheeks moments later, while she
whispered a warm hello. Removing her jacket, she revealed a sleeveless
sheath dress, made elegant with the addition of a string of classic pears
and matching earrings. The scent of 'Dominance' fragrance filled the air,
and Andrea smiled knowingly to herself, remembering that it was one of
Rachel's favorite. The chilled wine and bouch es de foie gras were waiting
for everyone as they settled on the divans in the living room. While the
veal roasted to perfection, the women began talking excitedly, as they had
many times before. Job, friends, family, were all discussed, but
relationships were not brought up. Fey interrupted half-an-hour into the
conversation, noting that she had check out how the veal was doing. Vivian
offered nonchalantly to lend a hand, and both vanished quickly down the
hall and into the kitchen, which sat next to the dining room, at the far
end of the apartment. Moments after they had disappeared, Andrea jumped
out of her sofa and crashed across next to Rachel. The former had
scripted, along with Fey, a few 'opportunities' that would allow the both
of them to enjoy a bit of private fun with their respective lovers. It
would be a while before they were disturbed. "Well hello there" she
whispered huskily, cuddling up to Rachel. "I thought we'd never be alone."
Rachel eyed the corner that lead to the hall and kitchen worryingly, but
only for a moment. She brought an arm over Andrea's shoulder and drew her
close, for a kiss. Any will to quickly draw away faded as her mouth mashed
against Andrea's soft lips, and their tongues slipped eagerly in each
other's mouths. Rachel's fingers slid over the rich crimson fabric of
Andrea's sweater while her lover's hand gently cupped her left breast
through her T-shirt, unfettered by a bra. "You think they'll be a while?"
Rachel asked in a hushed tone that betrayed her growing sense of arousal.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming with hungry lust. Andrea's
lecherous smirk spread slowly across her face. "Why do you ask?" Rachel's
hand cupped Andrea's pussy through her tailored pants shamelessly. "Just
wondering if I might not sample something extra before the main course..."
Before Andrea could answer, she undid her lover's slacks and slipped a hand
inside. Her fingers quickly found the elastic band of her panties, slid
under them and into her lover's hot, moist cunt. Andrea bit her lower lip
trying not to moan too loudly. It was for the sake of pretense, really,
since she was quite sure Fey and Vivian were both occupied with similar
activities at the moment. Rachel teased her lover for long seconds, before
pulling out her hand. She immediately brought the glistening digit to her
mouth, closing her eyes as she relished the taste. "Goes very well with
the wine, wouldn't you say?" she mused wickedly, while Andrea tried to
regain her composure. "We have to find a way to step out for a moment
later... I'm not going to be able to go through dinner unless I know I can
have you tonight!" she exclaimed with shortness of breath. Rachel looked
once again to the hallway, hesitation etched on her soft, delicate
features. Andrea knew Rachel would be hard pressed to abandon Vivian
tonight, and quickly changed the subject to keep her from brooding on the
thought. "C'mon" Andrea said, interrupting the thought. "Let's get back
before they get suspicious." She made a point of making a lot of noise on
the way to the kitchen, buttoning up her pants as she went.
5. The veal was absolutely delicious. The Ch teau Latour proved a
delectable choice to accompany the meal, and proved to inspire a fairly
good mood around the circular, candlelit table. Fey and Andrea sat at
opposites, with their respective lovers on the right. Both shared subtle
moments of affection with their mistresses during the meal, sliding their
legs together under the blue tablecloth while pretending to go on with the
conversation. Rachel and Vivian responded to the advances of their lovers
in kind, and a strange secret dance ensued throughout, Fey and Andrea
exchanging secret looks while all four pretended that nothing was going on.
Discussion was light, and compliments to the chef were in order. The wine
kept flowing, now well into the Beaujolais and the ros s wines, and a toast
was proposed, to Fey's masterful cooking skills. Andrea savored each and
every one of the wines, noting that she was becoming more and more
uninhibited as the soir e progressed. Her threshold being higher than most
women, she instinctively knew that the spirits would create an atmosphere
conductive to seduction. By the end of the meal, Andrea was quite wet,
Rachel's agile feet having sensually demonstrated the ardor and desperation
of her yearning condition. She gave away no sign of a reaction as she
quickly got up to give Fey a hand to clear the table, leaving Rachel behind
with Vivian as they came and went to the kitchen. When all had been
cleared away, Andrea deftly proposed that all four adjourn to the living
room once again, this time for a bit of cr me de menthe to pass the
evening. Rachel and Vivian both nodded in approval. They sat together for
a time, back on the couches, chatting away softly as the evening wore on.
Andrea sat close to Rachel on a two-person sofa while Fey and Vivian had
the larger one to themselves. Gentle music played in the background, and
scented candles lit all about provided a golden light and peaceful
atmosphere. Rachel and Vivian contently reclined in their respective
positions. Eventually, conversation fell in a serene lull, and all four
women stated at each other in contemplative silence. Vivian and Rachel
were smiling happily, basking in Fey's hospitality. There was a pause, a
moment that heralded a slight, ever so subtle change in atmosphere. Both
guests arched eyebrows as Andrea and Fey stood in unison, moments after
CD's shuffled in the player behind, and an original piano and acoustic
guitar piece suddenly filled the air. The standing pair came together,
their hands reaching, their arms going around each other... like lovers
answering the call of the secret song their share as their own. Andrea and
Fey began rocking back and forth slowly, dancing slowly as the lovers they
truly were. It was not long before they searched each other out, their
mouths coming together briefly in a quick but torrid kiss. They heard a
communal gasp from their dual audience, and each turned with a smile to
their respective mistresses. Andrea's eyes focused on Rachel's stunned
expression while Fey noted Vivian's brief moment of astonishment.
Incomprehension fled from their faces, replaced by slow realization.
Andrea and Fey both winked naughtily, smiling alluring smiles. Rachel rose
from her seat first. "Why do I have a feeling..." Vivian's voice,
overlapping, "I don't believe..." Both women were at a loss for words
despite their understanding of the sudden development. They looked at each
other, the existence of their mutual affairs revealed instantly. There was
no furious exchange of stares, but merely a recognition of the fact. They
both turned to the dancing pair. "What's up lover?" Andrea and Fey asked
suggestively, in perfect harmony, breaking their embrace to step over to
their respective mistresses. Andrea slid her arm around Rachel's, while
Fey came down next to Vivian on the couch, embracing her around her neck.
"You've been... plotting for how long?" Vivian asked, trying to sound
incensed. "Well... we didn't really plan it at first, it sort of just
happened when Andrea... ah... 'seduced' Rachel" Fey said. "And how long
have you been... together?" Rachel inquired, now understanding why she
almost always caught the answering machine when calling to Andrea's place.
"About as long as the both of you" answered Andrea, beside her. "Fey has
an interesting theory about that..." she added teasingly, with a wink to
her soulmate. "Well..." Rachel said with a heavy sigh, "now I don't know
whether to feel jealous or angry". There was little conviction in her
voice, betraying her still bewildered condition. "We have an ideal way of
remedying to that" Fey whispered huskily, as she disengaged herself from
Vivian and stood up. In an instant, the hosts had traded places, Andrea
strolling over to the couch and slithering next to Vivian, her hand
unabashedly moving around her narrow waist, bringing her body close.
Meanwhile Fey was coming around Rachel, her hand brushing the model's
shoulder as she walked past, coming up behind her. Carefully, she hugged
her from behind, her breasts pressing in the lovely curve of her back.
Though uncertainty paralyzed both Rachel and Vivian for just an instant, a
new awareness soon dawned upon them. Still striving to cope with the
monumental changes in their lives, stirred as never before by the beauty of
the female form, they gave in to their impulses simultaneously, driven by
fantasies and infatuations born the moment they had discovered lesbian
love. It was not a selfless pursuit for carnal pleasure at the expense of
their mutual love, but a interdependent exploration of their new sexuality,
with women who had once been friend and were now lovers... Vivian closed
her eyes as she felt Andrea's lips brush over hers, while Rachel looked on
hungrily at the erotic spectacle, moaning as Fey's hands cupped and
massaged her ample, sensitive breasts. Lust and passion overtook them all.
6. In a quick motion, Fey grasped Rachel's shirt and brought it over
her breasts. Her hands returned forthwith, fondling the hot flesh, feeling
the nipples harden even as she stroked them. Andrea took it slow, parting
the fabric of Vivian's dress gently before lowering her mouth to the gentle
slope of her quarry's bosom. Her tongue slid gently out of her mouth,
leaving a thin trail of saliva down the tan and smooth skin, and around the
curve of Vivian's breast. The latter moaned approvingly, and caught her
breath as Andrea's lips parted widely to take in as much of her tit flesh
as she could. Rachel was similarly powerless to keep her arousal in check,
her head tilting back as Fey continued to expertly massage her breasts from
behind. She pressed back against the woman's bosom, bringing her hands
over Fey's and guiding them as they kneaded the firm flesh. She felt the
woman's hips gyrate against her ass, and locked her legs in place, giving
Fey something to stroke against. The feeling of the woman's pelvis rubbing
against the curve of her rear was maddeningly intense. Vivian's dress was
boldly parted at this point, both of her breasts hanging free, her chest
heaving as Andrea continued to suckle like a sapphic succubus. The warmth
and heat of her cunt was spreading inside her, to all parts of her body,
igniting an inferno that was quickly consuming her. Andrea's hand adroitly
slid under the loose and draped dress folds, and searched for Vivian's wet
hole. The latter could do nothing but fall back into the couch, lost in a
haze of burning desire. Rachel's breath was coming in rasping inhales and
exhales, Fey's tongue licking the lobe of her ear while one hand pinched
her nipples and the other surreptitiously slid under her short skirt,
feeling for her seeping, hot pussy. The g-string she wrote was nimbly slid
aside by Fey's fingers, and a low husky groan rose from Rachel's throat as
she felt her clit being stroked ever so gently. Andrea's fingers, slick
with Vivian's abundant juices, penetrated deep inside her, bringing her
nearer and nearer to a sharp and fierce climax. She could not believe how
quickly things were unfolding, how completely overtaken and consumed by
lust she had become. Vivian screamed aloud, incoherently, in the throes of
wanton lust, and shook as she capsized into oblivion, Andrea's fingers
pumping furiously in and out of her, her teeth biting down on her nipples
as she came. Wave after wave crashed into her, tearing her apart. The
cries were soon answered by Rachel as she, too, tipped over her own
threshold and no longer held back. Fey's bewitching embrace had stripped
away her sense of restraint. Her body responded instinctively, the fervor
building inside her as Fey continued to tease her clitoris, as she
continued to pinch her nipples, as she fondled the hoot flesh of her
breasts, as she whispered of her impending night of passion even as she
thrust her delicate tongue in her ear... She climaxed, the strength
leaving her legs, her body shaking with unthinkable pleasure. She gave
herself to Fey, to the beautiful woman, lover of her lover, to the servant
of her mistress. She felt her juices drench Fey's busy fingers as she
continued to scream, between short ragged breaths, drowning into a sea of
orgasmic ecstasy, before collapsing back into Fey's supportive arms. The
room fell silent, but only for a few moments...
7. Their bodies were pressed against each other's, spread across the
spacious double bed, searching, feeling, yearning. Andrea's face was
buried in Vivian's pussy, licking with abandon, her tongue sliding in and
out of her flowing crevasse, while the object of her affection moaned and
shook with every lick. Her naked skin was slick with perspiration, the
agony of the delightful torment taking its toll on her voluptuous womanly
form. Meanwhile, Fey and Rachel were locked in a deep soul kiss, their
tongues intertwined in a sensuous dance while their hands and fingers were
buried in each other's throbbing cunts, effortlessly sliding in and out,
their bodies shaking in unison as the mutual stroking brought them ever
closer to a simultaneous orgasm. They had made love for hours, and there
was yet no sing of relenting or cessation, the passionate fire consuming
them whole without burning itself out. Their screams of glorious bliss
echoed in the room as three of the women shook in the throes of lesbian
climax. Andrea dutifully continued to lick Vivian's delicious essence from
her dripping slit as the lawyer reclined back in momentary exhaustion,
while Fey and Rachel smiled as they continued to kiss, unwilling to break
even for an instant the intoxicating communion of their yearning mouths,
their hands relaxing to a soft caress of their pussies, bodies glowing with
the warmth of newly consumed passion. Hours... hours spent in loving
worship, an odyssey of sapphic discovery, a communion of sacred pleasure,
between women... between lovers well acquainted and newfound companions
exploring each other's bodies... They remained, all four, still for a
time. Then, Rachel, Fey and Vivian moved of their own accord, while Andrea
remained motionless. Then, as she tried to shift, she was gently
restrained. All three women positioned themselves properly, before
descending upon the lone woman, fingers, hands and arms gently taking hold
of her. Andrea sighed as she felt herself being transported in a heaven of
rapture and exhilaration, sensations visited upon her body by three very
sensual women intent on worshiping her form with unrestrained passion
almost too much for her to bear. Her arms came to rest over her head,
arching her back and giving full access to her soft and supple tits, while
her legs were gently parted, her moist pussy glistening in the candlelight.
Fey's lips slid over her trembling mouth, initiating a long, sensuous kiss,
while Vivian teased each of Andrea's nipples in turn with a tongue both
eager and nimble. Meanwhile, farther down, Rachel's hands were sliding
under the smooth skin of her rear, raising her pelvis, while she felt the
familiar but no less erotic feeling of a snaking organ caressing the
puckered opening of her asshole. She was entranced by three mouths,
praising the temple of her physical form with lips, tongues, saliva,
sending her soul and mind reeling. Fey's tongue slid deeper and deeper
into her mouth, and both women enthusiastically joined in a mutual and
amorous exchange that enflamed the measure of their passion a thousandfold.
In the meantime, Vivian had ceased her teasing and now suckled at Andrea's
breasts in earnest, like a woman possessed. Every lick, every bite send
shivers down Andrea's spine, and she proceeded to cradle each orb of flesh
even more lovingly as she continued to suck with libidinous abandon. While
she did so, Rachel's careful exploration of her mistress' ass gave way to
bold and unabashed thrusting, her probing and saliva-coated tongue
slithering in and out of her rear like a snake forcing its way into a small
hole. As her left hand continued to cradle and support Andrea's lovely
ass, her right hand was busily stroking her pussy, smearing her juices all
over her outer lips and mons. Occasionally she would pause from her
rimming to slide one of her fingers in her mouth, or to partake of Andrea's
cum from the source with a lick, before returning to the sweet orifice she
revered orally. All three women continued for long minutes, working hard
to bring Andrea, perhaps the one responsible for introducing them all to a
new and extraordinary form of love, to the edge of her greatest orgasm yet.
All three pressed on, tentatively, careful not to precipitate things,
bringing her higher and higher into unexplored realms of ecstasy, adoring
every minute and second of their task. There was only so much Andrea could
withstand... Lying on a bed, ravished by three beautiful women hell bent
on making her cum, she felt herself break away from all things physical as
the crashing wave of her climax came upon her. Sensations beyond her
ability to describe left her gasping for a breath as lightning fused up and
down her spine, exploding every nerve in her body. Her hips bucked, her
chest arched outwards, her head swung side to side, tears drowning in the
beads of sweat which had formed on her skin. Fey, Rachel and Vivian held
her in their arms as she continued to climax on and on, for seconds, and
minutes, the multiple orgasm continuing as they persisted with their
affections. Andrea felt herself sliding into a semi-conscious state, aware
of the presence of her lovers around her and nothing else... she had known
bliss beyond imagining, and felt more love for Fey, Rachel and Vivian than
anyone else in her life. She smiled weakly, hoping to recuperate quickly,
and visit upon all three others the same kind of joy she had experienced...
8. ############################################################# Love
getting you down? Can't find the right person to share your life with?
Close your eyes and wish for your true love! Send this e-mail to three of
your girlfriends... and your wish shall come true!
#############################################################
"What are you doing?" called out Fey, walking up to Andrea. She was
wearing a short white bathrobe, water still glistening on her warm skin.
She slid a hand from behind and cupped Andrea's breast through her light
blue nightgown. Behind them, in the bathroom, Andrea heard the sound of
the shower running, and moans from Vivian and Rachel. "Just sending a
message. Seems like the appropriate thing to do." Fey smiled as she read
the words on the computer screen. "Playing Cupid, I see." "Strangers
really. Maybe someone out there needs the kind of luck I've had in finding
a soulmate." Fey shifted around and responded to Andrea's declaration with
a soft kiss. "So I guess you won't be sending a copy to your sister in
Minnesota?" Andrea elbowed Fey playfully in the ribs. "Hey-she's married
with two kids. I'm not going to mess that up!" Fey giggled happily, and
kissed Andrea again. "Alright-but hurry will you? Vivian and Rachel are
getting antsy again, and I may not be able to handle both of them!" She
sauntered back into the bathroom, while Andrea's eyes returned to the
screen. She randomly handpicked four or five female names and electronic
addresses from a 'searching-for-love' web site, pasted them in the e-mail's
recipient field and sent them via an anonymous account. The message
vanished from her screen, and Andrea briefly wondered about the magic which
had come attached to the mail she had received, so long ago it seemed. She
wondered if a bit of that magic would not travel along with her message...
wondered if a woman like herself had not, months ago, sat in front of a
computer, in the wake of a new understanding of her deepest passions,
sending out a message such as this... She smiled as her thoughts returned
to Fey and the others, and rose at once, the fabric of her gown tugging
gently at her stiffening nipples and sending shudders of excitement all the
way down her moistening cunt. She leisurely walked over to the bathroom,
her spirit soaring in the wake of love...
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