Author: Sailbad
Title: A Charmed Life - Find Love
Part: 7 of 8
Universe: Jharum
Summary: The life of a woman given a special gift which changed her 
entire existence. Youth ever-lasting with a hunger for semen. She 
consumates a love that can last forever. 
Keywords: FF 

A Charmed Life
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org
Chapter 7 - Find Love

It was late when Fantine finished her tale.  They were both tired and 
really needed some rest.  

“I should leave and let you go to bed,” Fantine said as she stretched and 
yawned.

“You must stay with me,” asserted Liz.  “Please, I insist.  It’s much too 
late to be driving about.  And there is so much for us to talk about in 
the morning.”  She placed a hand on Fantine’s.  “Really.  I would worry 
terribly if you left now and it’s no trouble at all.”

“Very well,” said Fantine.  She looked deep into Liz’ eyes and smiled 
warmly.

Those soft eyes and pretty smile worked on Liz.  Their encounter in the 
arcade was still fresh in her mind.  The temptation was there to 
surrender herself to her lust and dive into the tangled bliss her new 
friend offered but she was wise enough to know lasting relationships were 
not founded on abrupt impulses.  “You can sleep with me, if you don’t 
mind,” offered Liz.  She did not mean to imply anything but it was the 
only bed she had and it would be callous to offer a guest anything less.

There was nothing to debate.  She rose and led her new friend to her 
bedroom. “You must be tired,” Liz offered.  “It’s not a hotel suite but 
it’s comfy.”  

Liz took a spot between her bed and her dresser and began removing her 
clothes.  She dropped her skirt to the floor and remembered she had left 
her panties in the car.  She felt embarrassed and quickly dug into a 
dresser drawer to get a clean pair.  As she removed her blouse the notion 
caught in her mind that she was shy about her body in front of Fantine.  
She really had no reason for coyness.  She had shared deep intimacy with 
this woman.  Albeit, through a hole, it was closeness and rapture like 
she had never known.  Her precious Charm had penetrated deep into 
Fantine’s pussy; it was not at all a casual encounter.  Fantine had 
delved into Charm to a point beyond mere union and triggered ecstasy that 
verged on a spiritual experience.  She shook off her momentary 
embarrassment and was glad to be rid of it.  This would be the first 
night of a long personal relationship.  Liz finally had someone she could 
bond with.  Now at hand was the development of that relationship.

Fantine showed neither hesitation nor embarrassment, she simply stepped 
to the opposite side of the bed and began undressing.  She slipped off 
her shoes and stepped out of her dress.  With no ceremony, the slender, 
girlish-figured woman took down the bedspread and slid under the covers 
of Liz’ bed.  She propped herself up on her elbow and watched Liz. 

Liz stood in her bra and panties, she was wrestling with the idea of 
putting on pajamas like she usually did but she knew it would be rude to 
humble her guest.  She turned out the light and slid into bed facing 
Fantine.  They bid each other good night and closed their eyes.

Liz opened her eyes again to study Fantine’s face.  She looked sweet and 
angelic and Liz knew it would be easy to become enamored with her as 
friend and companion.  In spite of the sex they had shared tonight, she 
still wondered about the kind of love relationship she could surrender 
herself to.  It involved opening up a part of herself that she had 
shuttered away in darkness for centuries.  It would mean embracing 
behavior that was alien to her. She knew it was time to confront aspects 
of sensuality, sexuality and interpersonal accord like she had never 
known.

Fantine’ eyes suddenly fluttered open.  The two women smiled and they 
held each other’s gaze.

“It is a scary thing, to trust a new friend,” whispered Fantine; her 
voice was raspy from her long story.  “It is hard to believe, over the 
years... I look for you,... you become very dear to me.”  She took Liz’ hand 
and kissed it.  “I come to you because I love you, my Elizabeth.  I will 
protect you from all harm, now and always.  If we are sisters or no.”

Liz was touched that Fantine seemed to feel what she was struggling with.  
“Yes, thank you.  We are two of a kind.  We should be taking care of each 
other.”  She raised herself on her elbow, leaned over Fantine and they 
kissed.  It was sweet and tender.  Liz laid her head next to her new 
friend.  They smiled at each other again and closed their eyes.  ‘Yes,’ 
Liz thought. ‘We will be lovers.’  She could feel the notion as a seed 
planted in her heart.  She needed merely to wait for it to sprout and 
love would finally be hers.  Seconds later she was sound asleep.

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When Liz awoke, she found Fantine still sleeping peacefully beside her.  
She quietly slid out of bed, put on a robe she had hanging on the closet 
door and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.  It was some 
minutes later as she was reading the paper that Fantine padded into the 
room.  With her dress pulled on and still unbuttoned, her hair fallen 
across her face, and her eyes all puffy she looked sweet and innocent 
like a girl at a sleep over. 

Liz greeted her with a peck on the cheek.  The two chatted lightly as Liz 
fixed them a light breakfast of toast and yogurt with fresh fruit.  She 
was pleasantly shocked at how easy it was for her to relax in Fantine’s 
presence and wondered if it was all they had in common, the intimacy they 
shared at the arcade, or if it was something deeper. 

“Fantine, about last night... ,” Liz began after she’d finally built up 
enough courage to broach the subject.  “When you got into me... When you 
reached within me so deep, what happened?”

“You do not know,” came the awestruck reply?

“I felt what you did to me... “

“Yes,” Fantine coaxed?

“It was...  Wow.  It was fantastic... beyond anything, ever,” Liz laughingly 
recalled.

“Yes, and then what,” Fantine anxiously plied?

“Well, apart from what was going on in my head, I kind of blacked out.”

“You do not remember?”

“No.” said Liz flatly.  “I just remember coming to on the floor.  What 
happened?”

“Well... at first, you get real... êtes devenu très tendu.   Stiff.  And then 
you sway, back and forth a little,” she explained.  “After that, you moan 
and laugh.  Then you moan real loud.  You screamed and I think maybe I 
hurt you.  But you keep the hold on to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Liz said with a blush.  “I hope I didn’t scare you too 
much.”

“It was very good I think, yes?”  Fantine took her hand and spoke 
confidingly, “Maybe you show me some time, yes?  I would like to have 
this feeling... with you.”  

“Oh yes!  Of course, we... umm,” Liz started.  She was caught up in a 
girlish excitement that tickled her in a way she had not felt in years.  
Her own frankness and unbridled interest shocked her.  ‘But why should 
it?’ she thought.  If there was any one on earth she could finally trust 
and open up to it was Fantine.  “Yes, I would love to show you.”  The two 
silently smiled at each other for a moment before breaking out in a 
nervous giggle.  Liz flushed and took an instant to tuck away the fresh 
feeling for later reflection.

They talked for hours more about basically the physiology they shared and 
their feelings about it.  They exchanged anecdotes on the major 
historical events, especially of the past one hundred forty years; where 
they were and what impression they had of epic events like wars, natural 
catastrophes, and cultural phenomena they could both recall.  They talked 
about famous people they had known.  

While Liz’ encounters were mostly in science, art and academia like Louis 
Pasture, Victor Hugo, and Albert Einstein; Fantine’s were mostly royalty, 
politicians and entrepreneurs like Prince Edward of England, Benito 
Mussolini, and Gottlieb Daimler.  They did discover that, apart from 
their mutual Venetian friend, they had both met Albrecht Durer, Woodrow 
Wilson, and Henri Rousseau.  They were both amused by how small the world 
could be if one’s life is big enough.

They traded their impressions of the human race as abject observers; non-
playing characters; spectators freed from the oppression of mortality.  
They shared their feelings about their unique perspective, outside of 
mankind and still part of it.  Liz had been enthralled with Fantine’s 
tale the night before, now she was hanging on her adventurous friend’s 
every word; trying hard to know every facet of the new personality in her 
life. 

As noon approached, they decided upon collecting Fantine’s things from 
her hotel and stopping somewhere for lunch.  Liz took a quick shower, 
something she usually did immediately after a trip to an arcade, and 
dressed in slacks and a sweater to join Fantine, dressed and ready, in 
the living room.  They took Fantine’s car and continued their engrossing 
conversation on the way to the hotel.

Once in her room, Fantine casually stripped herself nude before Liz.  
They chatted lightly as they had all morning about their likes and 
dislikes, also simple things and casual observations.  It was part of a 
familiarization process that all new friends go through, however, this 
one had promise of something deeper.  Liz admired her openness and 
trusting nature.  She also admired her form, her toned body and smooth 
clear skin.  She found her eyes drawn to Fantine’s thick, triangular 
pubic nest and all the wonder that lie within it.  Fantine laid out her 
clothes and then immersed herself in the shower.  

She invited Liz into the bathroom so they could continue their chat.  Liz 
was touched by the gesture.  After her shower Fantine went about laying 
out something to wear and packing up her things.  She remained nude as 
she worked; displaying herself for Liz; tactically offering herself to 
Liz.  All the time she looked deeply into Liz’ eyes, smiled happily, and 
made a point to touch Liz at every opportunity.  It was having its 
intended effect; the giddy glow inside Liz grew into something that dwelt 
unavoidably on her conscious mind.

 “I had to buy new clothes for this cold weather,” explained Fantine as 
she worked.

“They’re very pretty,” Liz said.  She could not keep her eyes off her 
enchanting companion.  She enjoyed interacting with her and being the 
focus of her attention.

“Do you like the white or the blue,” Fantine offered as she held up two 
pair of panties on either side of her sex?  Liz pointed at the blue but 
her eyes stayed focused on the dark, merging combs of her friend’s pussy.

Fantine knelt on the bed beside where Liz sat.  She put her hand on Liz’ 
shoulder.  “What do you see,” she asked in a low sultry voice?

A doorway was opening to something sex had never been for Liz.  “I see 
what I want,” she started to say.  She reached for Fantine’s dark mound 
of feminine mystery and sought to meld with; not just what it held inside 
but with the woman beyond.  Rapture, release, familiarity and refuge all 
within her grasp.  She held back.  “But I’m reluctant to take it”

“Qu'est-ce que c'est?  Reluctant,” asked Fantine?

“Afraid,” replied Liz.  She smiled to reassure her friend.  “Sex has 
always only been something I do to stay young.  It’s never been an 
emotional exchange with another person.  ‘ know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think so.  You need not to hide any more, my Elizabeth,” 
whispered Fantine.

“Okay,” said Liz as she tried not to cry.  “Teach me not to hide and I’ll 
make you glad you found me.” 

“I am already glad.”  Fantine kissed her on her forehead, smiled at her 
and then merrily went about her chore.

Packed and dressed in blue jeans and a pullover, Fantine and Liz checked 
her out of the hotel and stowed her luggage, then it was off to a nice 
bistro Liz knew of for lunch.  Their conversation turned light and 
frivolous as the two women were quickly becoming very close and familiar.  
Liz was enjoying Fantine like no one she had ever known, and why not?  
They were two of a kind.  But it was more than that, everything Fantine 
said or did made Liz glow with happiness in a kind of way she had almost 
completely forgotten.

After lunch, they strolled through a pleasant park hand in hand.  As they 
walked and talked, Liz was becoming entranced by the girl’s every move.  
Fantine’s beauty, her playful charm, and her sultry, knowing stare were 
working on Liz.  She felt herself falling under some kind of spell that 
filled her with a warm glow and tugged on her heart.  Old feelings that 
she had isolated deep within her were bubbling up   She wanted to scoop 
up her charming new friend in her arms and hold her close like a playful 
kitten.  Liz was beginning to yearn for privacy so she could do just 
that.  Her opportunity was coming soon.

Their casual stroll took them into seclusion amidst a grove of cypress 
trees.  The newfound seclusion pushed Liz to respond to what she was 
feeling.  She stopped in her tracks and pulled Fantine to a halt.  The 
two faced each other and Liz addressed her urge to take her new friend in 
her arms and indulge all the wants she could not explain.  She reached 
out to Fantine but something stopped her.  She was confused.  Feelings 
that had slumbered so long were now waking, not for a man, but another 
woman.  She looked at Fantine, her eyes were full of bewilderment and 
consternation.

Fantine smiled and cupped Liz’ face in her hands.  “Is it so difficult,” 
she asked?  “Love... it is more than where we find it.”  She dropped her 
hands to her sides and took Liz’ hands.  “I had eighty years to think 
about mine.”

It was like salvation stood before Liz and was waiting for her response.  
The thought of putting it off for the sake of her old-fashioned hang-ups 
over a lover’s gender set her on the verge of screaming in frustration.  
She thought of all the nameless men she had used in an utter vacuum of 
affection and her mind was made. 

“Can I have the next eighty,” Liz asked, on the verge of tears.

“Eighty, eighty thousand,” whispered Fantine and she gathered Liz in her 
arms and kissed her deeply.

If their kiss was having any chemical effect on each other, they really 
could not have noticed.  Their passion was authentic and fueled by 
nothing more than the moment and their newly awakened longings for each 
other.  

A thrill moved through Liz.  So long it had been since she enjoyed a kiss 
with another.  She wrapped her arms around Fantine and held her tight.  
She let her lover gently suck on her tongue and basked in Fantine’s 
warmth.  Their bodies melted together, Fantine cooed to her and pushed 
her hips against Liz’ in a gentle, telling rhythm.  They might have 
collapsed to the ground and flailed against each other in pursuit of 
cresting their boiling desire if nervous laughter had not interrupted 
their embrace.  

They pulled apart defensively and turned to meet a small group of 
teenagers who had stumbled upon them amidst the trees.  It was an awkward 
moment.  The youngsters giggled their snide remarks quietly amongst 
themselves and Liz felt like curling up into a ball in embarrassment.  
Fantine, however, was not the least bit timid about her actions.  She 
sensed Liz’ trepidation, took her hand and simply led her out between the 
trees and back out into the park green, laughing, just like she had in 
the arcade.  

Liz quickly realized the silliness of her fear and began shrugging off 
her nervousness.  This life was already behind her.  They both laughed as 
they ran through the park back to Fantine’s car.  Liz was amazed at how 
free she felt; about how Fantine had dispelled her fear and eased her 
discomfort with her brave, bold action.  She felt so safe in Fantine’s 
hands.  

She was also still feeling her arousal.  She yearned for Fantine’s touch 
and longed to be alone with her.  They got into the car with little or no 
discussion.  Their destination was set and Fantine drove toward Liz’ 
home. 

Their excitement mounted the closer they got to Liz’ apartment.  They 
were both anxious to be alone and bring their flesh into play.  Liz 
pushed out with Charm; filling her vagina with its anxious presence; 
anticipating the joining to Fantine; yearning to tie together in rapture.

At last, Fantine pulled into the parking lot.  The two women practically 
trotted in to the elevator, their giddiness evident in their glowing 
faces.  Fantine took Liz’ hand on the ride up.

Thoughts of their previous encounter, the night before, in the arcade, 
played in Liz’ mind.  She recalled the overwhelming assault on her senses 
and the frightening loss of control.  She looked to her companion and 
tried to utter her guarded concern.  “Honey,” she whispered.  “Darling, 
let’s be careful.  Alright?”

“Yes, my love.  We know now,” Fantine softly soothed.  “The wall, it is 
not between us tonight.”  She took Liz’s hand in both of hers and brought 
it to her lips and kissed it and held it against her cheek.  “We will 
take each other to that place... we will bring each other back.” 

Liz trusted her temperament and she knew she would be safe.  The door 
opened on Liz’ floor and the couple darted to her door.  A quick turn of 
a key and they were home, alone at last, and locked within their refuge.  

Nothing impaired them now.  Fantine shrugged her coat from her shoulders 
and let it fall to the floor.  Liz followed suit and stepped toward 
Fantine.  She lifted her hands toward Fantine’s shoulders and waited for 
her love partner to engage her touch.  They laced their fingers and 
slowly brought their faces together.  Liz pursed her lips for their kiss 
but Fantine held back.  She took control and stayed off the kiss to pique 
Liz’ desire.  She let their lips and noses gently brush in concert in a 
subtle tease that sent Liz’ heart aflutter.  

When Fantine finally brought her mouth to meet Liz’ it was electric.  Liz 
moaned her delight and wrapped her arms around her lover.  So long it had 
been since she lost herself in a kiss and to have it now with her newly 
found, fresh feelings was like the glow of a Spring sun’s first warm 
rays.  Fantine’s tongue found hers and they traded uninhibited caresses.  
Liz knew she should have reservations about the strangeness of sharing 
romance with another woman but that reluctance was drowned by the joyous 
surrender she was now enjoying in Fantine’s arms.  Their bodies melted 
together and their two soft forms became one.

Inside herself, Liz felt with Charm her moistening desire.  She yearned 
to reach out and bond herself with Fantine through her deprived 
appendage.  Charm twisted and churned within her cunt, striving to break 
free and engage its rival in Fantine.  Liz was wrestling with a surge of 
emotions running through her.  All of her repressed longings fought for 
release in this liberating tryst.  It was all so wonderful and she wanted 
so much more of it.

In frustration she broke free of Fantine and stepped back.  She brought 
her hands up to her face and tried to catch her breath.  Her eyes were 
wild with passion and they devoured her beautiful friend before her.  She 
was torn.  This contact, these emotions, this alternate orientation were 
all contrary to the strict rules Liz had established for her life and 
very nature.  But it enticed her so.

Fantine smiled seductively and slowly drew her top up over her shoulders 
and head.  She tossed it aside and reached behind her to unfasten her 
bra.  She scooped her pert breasts in her hands and waited for Liz’ 
response.

Liz wanted her flesh like nothing she had ever known.  She spun around in 
the fervor of her emotions and with shaking hands pulled her sweater off 
and then released her breasts from their brassiere confines.  They hung 
round and firm on her chest, her nipples ached in their stiff arousal.  
She shook her head and let her wavy hair spill freely around her 
shoulders.  For a minute the two just drank in each other and then dove 
into a new embrace.

Fantine’s tender cuddle set Liz’ senses on fire.  Liz had never known any 
such subtle delight as her breasts cradled in such soft warm skin.  She 
indulged her touch in the creamy smoothness of Fantine’s back.  They 
drank each other’s kiss like cool water on a hot, dry day.  This is what 
Liz had missed all those years.  This was the human affection she had 
shunned for her own safety and it was hers now to drown herself in.  .  

It was Fantine who yielded first to the call of deeper passion.  She 
broke their kiss and taking Liz’ hand, led her to the bedroom.  Liz 
lingered at the doorway and watched her enticingly beautiful partner pose 
herself among the shadows.

Fantine stood at the foot of the bed and stepped out of her shoes.  She 
slowly peeled off her jeans and panties.  Pushing them all the way to the 
floor she stood up and held her arms out to Liz.  

Liz watched the beautiful female form reveal itself before her in the 
soft, blue twilight from the window.  She advanced unfastening her slacks 
as she walked.  Never taking her eyes off Fantine, Liz let her pants fall 
down around her feet and then stepped out of them and her shoes at the 
same time.  She began to fumble with the waistband of her panties and 
Fantine stepped up close to her and gently dug her fingers under the 
filmy material and tugged them slowly down Liz’s hips.  They stood nose 
to nose, passionately gauging each other’s eyes.  Fantine sank down with 
Liz’ panties.  Liz could feel her breath warm and heavy on her skin as 
she watch her lover descend.

On her knees, Fantine pulled the light garment from Liz’ feet and then 
let her hands roam over Liz’ body.  Up her legs, around her hips and 
butt, across her back; the hands traced and Fantine’s gaze followed, 
learning her partner’s body.  Her hands played over Liz’ flesh like an 
artist molding his clay but more gently and deftly like a pianist’s over 
a keyboard.  The hands explored lovingly, worshipfully, seeking full 
knowledge of Liz’ every peak and valley.  Fantine laid her cheek to Liz’ 
thigh to feel her softness as her hands reached upward over Liz’ 
femininely dimpled abdomen and laid hold of her breasts.  She petted 
them, weighed them, squeezed them, and kneaded them.

Liz’ hands braced Fantine’s arms as she let her lover go about her 
search.  It had been so rare in her life that she ever surrendered 
herself to a lover’s tender devotion.  It all felt so wonderful now, not 
only in its novelty but in who she now entrusted her body to.

Fantine lifted her head and turned her face in toward Liz’ navel.  With 
tender kisses she traced the edges of Liz’ coarse pubic curls.  Her lips 
brushed the flesh and her tongue teased the bristling hairs.

Liz parted her knees to allow Fantine’s access to the rarely visited fold 
where her thigh met her crotch.  Her pussy was now open for her dear 
lover’s homage.  

Fantine paused and looked deep into the nest of curls.  She used her 
fingers to part the surrounding tangle and found Liz’ slotted opening.  
The fingers lightly stroked the puffed folds of flesh before separating 
them to reveal their hidden treasures.  She brought her lips to Liz’ 
protruding clitoral hood and kissed it.  The kiss changed to a soft lip 
embrace and Fantine sucked the tender organ into her tongue’s reach.  Her 
hands encircled Liz’ ass cheeks and she pressed her love-making into the 
willingly offered cunt.

It was not the stimulation provided by her act that so captivated Liz.  
She could quite easily duplicate the exact same sensation herself with 
Charm.  It was the doting, subservient gesture itself that touched her 
so.  The thought of kneeling before someone’s sex and offering them oral 
gratification stirred her deeply.  She reached down with her hand and 
stroked Fantine’s cheek.  Fantine looked up to catch Liz’ eyes with hers.  
Her look was warm and affectionate.  Liz’ heart melted and she knew she 
belonged to her young companion, now and forever.

Rising up on the tips of her toes and balanced in her lover’s firm grasp, 
the gift of climax was opening itself before Liz.  She braced herself and 
let it crash over her.  A jolt of pleasure shot through her every nerve.  
She gasped aloud as muscles convulsed and her nipples ached.  Strangely, 
this orgasm was a new sensation for her; to receive her pleasure from a 
trusted friend - a real person and not just a nameless, passing 
benefactor.  

Fantine broke her kiss with Liz’ clit and watched her lover’s throes.  
She cupped her palm over Liz’ mons and soothingly petted her.  She 
dropped down into a cross-legged position and tried to brace Liz from 
falling

The turmoil of Liz’ climax was intense and sweet but left her body weak.  
She recovered just enough strength to lower herself to the floor and she 
eased into Fantine’s waiting arms.  She squat down straddling Fantine’s 
lap and their mouths found each other again in a passionate kiss.

It was like a warm nest or better yet, a welcome home for Liz in 
Fantine’s arms.  She would have liked for it to never end.  The soft 
flesh and her mouth were so inviting.  They both sucked gently on each 
other’s tongues.  Liz let her hands wander over Fantine’s soft smooth 
flesh.  It was a treat in itself and she wondered why in all of her 
depraved forays she never strayed into this Sapphic bliss.

Fantine’s arms swam through Liz’s thick, soft hair as though the 
experience was an entry into her lover’s body.  She obviously enjoyed the 
reward of her long search for Liz and reveled in every aspect of her 
body.

This was all Liz needed.  No orgasm or thrill was necessary.  Having an 
adored lover in her arms fed a hunger in her she did not know she had.  
None the less, she welcomed the soft, wet finger of flesh that teasingly 
probed her pussy lips, sliding along her moist folds and seeking 
admittance.  The clever tentacle of jharum had no difficulty in entering 
her and gaining the depths of Liz’ cunt.  To Liz it was not a violation 
nor intrusion because it was no mere fuck; this was the connection of her 
reserved inner being to that of her sweet love.  The tail of flesh 
pressed its advance all the way to the end of her vagina and then swelled 
up to make its presence known in the tight channel.  Liz could feel the 
tip open up to a broad mouth which closed over the mound around her 
cervix and gently began sucking.  Liz knew she was being called on to 
come out and join her lover in a carnal grapple.  She happily complied.  

The ultimate sensory organ met the finest of caresses.  She pressed Charm 
out from its snug home, opened its mouth and met Fantine’s in a kiss.  It 
elicited a light moan from Fantine and Liz held it there, twisting her 
tip in a circular motion that caused Fantine’s tail to sweep around the 
inside of Liz’ cunt.  It put Fantine over the edge.  Her body tensed and 
her moans rose higher and shriller until she erupted in sweet orgasm.  
Liz became still and let her lover enjoy herself.

She used this opportunity to slowly take inventory of all sensations open 
to her.  The musky scent of feminine arousal mixed with the sweat of a 
jharum’s wet secretion.  She tasted Fantine both with her mouth and 
Charm’s.  The opportunity was there as well as her curiosity to plunge 
into the alluring depths of Fantine’s jharum with her own, to feel that 
delicious softness around her and the subtle caresses it promised but 
there was so much else she wanted this connection to bring.  She slid 
Charm around the sucking grasp with her partner and pushed along side of 
it through her vagina to emerge in the cool air outside her pussy.  She 
wanted to make this a fuller contact and reach deep into her lover’s cunt 
and feel her lover’s jharum over the full length of her own.  Downward 
she reached until she found the coarse dark curls she had admired before.  
She followed Fantine’s red tail to where it emerged from her wet slit.  
She pushed beyond the puffy pussy lips and plunged into her depths.  As 
she snaked her way in she wound round and round the soft rope of flesh.  
Fantine did likewise in the opposite direction so that their tentacles 
were coiled around each other in a long embrace.  Liz found the end of 
her lover’s canal and at last the two engaged women could enjoy their 
entanglement to its fullest.  

Fantine spread her knees and Liz took advantage of the opening to lower 
herself and bring their pussies closer together.  They both began 
twisting and sliding their long appendages against each other in a caress 
so exquisite Liz thought she wound burst from excitement.  Another orgasm 
quickly engulfed her.  She moaned and shook as it passed through her.  
Fantine cooed in delight of her pleasure and soon lapsed into the frantic 
squealing that signaled the approach of another of her own climaxes. 

They sat on the floor, lost themselves in the newfound thrill of young 
love, and enjoyed a coupling unique in the world.  Their secret tails 
rewarded them both with their talents and moans in the darkness signaled 
the rich pleasures unfolded from their tryst.

Neither knew what time it was nor how long their tangled embrace had 
lasted but their bodies told them a more comfortable position was needed.  
They broke their kiss, silently gauged each other’s eyes and smiled.

Liz was so happy she could almost cry.  Two days ago she had no idea such 
a wonderful person as Fantine existed let alone that she could trade such 
joy and pleasure with another.  “Do you... ,“ she struggled with the 
emotions she was feeling.  Her voice was soft but weak, she continued, 
“Do you know how I feel right now?”  Her heart was wide open and she 
wanted so much for her partner to feel the same.

“Yes, my Liz,” whispered Fantine.  “I knew you as I look for you.  I knew 
we would have this love.”

She kissed Liz again and Liz could feel it was true.  

They both leaned backward slowly.  It was obvious they were both stiff 
from their cramped embrace.  They had to untie to pull apart.  Liz began 
uncoiling Charm’s hold on Fantine.  The endeavor tickled both women and 
they giggled as their tails untied and pulled out of each other’s 
pussies.  Once disconnected, they rose to their feet and stood before 
each other.  Their jharums dangled limply between them and neither could 
resist the call to embrace again.  Their mouths just seemed to belong 
together and they kissed.  

Liz cradled her impish lover in her arms like a treasured possession, to 
have and keep her for however long their enhanced lives may be.  

Fantine was hungrier in her embrace of Liz.  Her hands explored Liz, 
touching her all over as if in disbelief, she was really there and yet 
eager to know her like this night could never last.  She brought a knee 
up on too the bed and pulled Liz to follow her into love-making’s natural 
habitat.

They lost their kiss but Liz followed as Fantine crawled backwards to the 
head of the bed and then slipped under the covers.  Fantine welcomed her 
with a tender embrace and kisses when Liz joined her between the sheets 
and slid her body up against Fantine’s warm, smooth skin.

As their lips met and their tongues crossed their red ropes of jharum 
entangled in a wet embrace.  They quickly picked up where they had left 
off on the floor but now snuggled in warmth and comfort and wrestling 
prone the way love was meant to be shared. 

It was not long before Fantine’s tip had groped through its clutch on Liz 
to find Charm’s pointed end and then engulfed it.  Liz knew what her 
lover wanted.  Breaking their kiss, she raised herself on an elbow and 
looked down at Fantine’s eager face.  

With plaintive kisses, Fantine whispered, “Please.  Yes?  Take me there, 
my love.  Make this night forever live in me.”

Liz could not deny her.  Though, she knew the wonderful yet terrifying 
plunge that awaited her, she would give her love anything she wanted.  
She kissed Fantine on the forehead and then rose up on her knees.  She 
maneuvered herself between Fantine’s widely spread legs and crouched over 
her upturned pussy.  Fantine’s jharum was flared open in anxious 
anticipation of entry.  Liz moved slowly, in solemn reverence of what she 
was about to inflict on her precious lover.  She scooped up Fantine under 
her thighs and pulled her down toward her own crotch.  With her knees 
straddling Fantine’s butt she looked into her eyes as Charm dove in to 
the open mouth.

This was fresh territory for Liz.  So many times she had engulfed the 
members of other partners to engage them for sex but now Charm was 
delving into another and unlike the moist, soft recesses of her own cunt 
Fantine’s jharum was alive and responsive.  As she pushed her way in she 
could feel every twitch and shudder of her lover’s snug embrace around 
Charm.

Fantine was obviously enraptured by Liz’ advance.  She cooed as Liz’ tail 
entered her own and for the first time felt within her inner reaches an 
organ aptly suited to delve there.  Her organ helped Liz’ passage with 
muscular undulations that gulped Charm ever deeper.  She closed her 
tail’s mouth around Charm and started to swallow her way up the sinewy 
tentacle and in to Liz’ puss.

Liz was enjoying their coupling too.  When Fantine started working her 
way up into her vagina, she sighed deeply and lowered herself onto 
Fantine.  Their lips met and their hips negotiated a comfortable position 
for their love-making.  They held each other tight and Liz pressed on to 
meet the secret depths of which she never knew.

On the threshold of those depths, just beyond the entrance to her uterus, 
Liz felt the silky smooth snugness around Charm open up into an open 
expanse.  The instant she broached it she distinctly had a taste in her 
mouth, or rather within Charm, of cinnamon and honeysuckle.  As she 
marveled at the sensation Charm had never before given her, she was 
distracted by the effect she was having on Fantine.

Fantine erupted into an opera of deep moans and shrill squeals.  Her 
hands, which had before simply braced Liz’ neck in patient anticipation, 
now roamed over Liz’ back like a harpers’ hands over the strings.  Her 
breathing became heavy and she sucked at Liz’ tongue as if for 
sustenance.

Liz yearned to probe the secrets of a jharum but her lover’s instinct 
told her to indulge Fantine’s joy at this level before going on.  She was 
getting off so on providing pleasure to her lover.  She delicately 
churned in the deep recesses and delighted in the effects she wrought on 
Fantine.  She longed to join her in this frantic joy and she started 
thrusting her hips up and down to grind her vulva against her partner’s.  
Their organs, tied together by a red rope of flesh, meshed perfectly.  
The giving side of love warmed her heart and her body rewarded her with a 
long, intense orgasm that reverberated through her nerves like an echo 
down a canyon.  

‘Yes,’ she thought. ‘The time is now.’  Once her climax had subsided, she 
reached deep within Fantine to send her to the reward that awaited her.  
Charm reached the center of that deep silky recess and found something 
Liz had not expected at all.  There at the back of Fantine’s womb was a 
stout, bristly cone and more of that cinnamon taste she felt before.  The 
instant she touched it Fantine gasped and then went rigid.  Startled, Liz 
lifted her head to check the response.  

If what she felt within Fantine’s reserve was not enough to alert her of 
crisis, then the change that swept over her lover’s face surely was.  Her 
eyes rolled back and then Fantine gave out a loud shriek followed by a 
tattered, raspy gasp for breath.  She croaked out a long grunt and shook 
violently.  

Liz feared for her safety and quickly let loose the bristly cone and 
relinquished a portion of her deep entrenchment within her partner.  She 
peppered Fantine’s face with soft kisses and gently spoke her name to 
soothe away whatever attack had seized her love’s senses.  Her effort was 
of little benefit as Fantine erupted into a kind of wailing laughter.  
Liz pressed her body hard against her and held her tight to help restrain 
the violent shaking.   

At long last, Fantine drew in a long breath and began to show signs of 
regained control.  Her arms drew up beside her head and were trembling.  
Throughout Charm, Liz felt tremendous convulsions wrack her dear friend’s 
organ.  Her breathing became less desperate and she moaned Liz’ name.

“Shhhh, baby.  It’s alright.  I’m here.”  Liz whispered.  “Shhh.  
Shhhhhh”

She took a few more breaths to calm down.  She wondered briefly if she 
had done her dear friend harm.  When she realized everything was all 
right, she slowly began to disengage her deep entrenchment within her 
lover’s core.  She inched Charm out against Fantine’s sporadic 
convulsions that seized and sucked on Charm’s retreat.  Fully disgorged 
she used Charm to pet and stroke Fantine’s jharum, soothe her flushed, 
swollen pussy and coax her to retract.  She sucked Fantine’s listless 
jharum into her own and soothingly squeezed and massaged it.

Fantine was still moaning softly, almost like a cat purring.  Liz laid 
herself down beside her and scooped an arm beneath her head to cradle 
against her shoulder.  She covered her and held her close.

She looked again onto the sweet face pressed against her breast to feel 
the thrill of warm longing surge through her again.  She marveled at all 
the joy that was Fantine and she vowed to make herself younger like her 
new lover.  She fancied in her mind what a cute couple they would make in 
their island paradise.  Within minutes, Liz slipped off into a delightful 
sleep. 


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


  
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