Author: Sailbad
Title: Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - The Magic Night 
Part: 2 of 3
Universe: Life of Violett
Summary: The continueing saga of a pretty, young hermaphrodite woman 
with a wounded spirit who tests the masculine side of her sexuality 
with a seasoned pro - a lesbian call-girl. They experience a night 
neither will ever forget.
Keywords: FF, cons, les, herm, 1st, oral, pett, squirt, prost

Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - The Magic Night
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org  

Part 2 - The Magic Night

Dana woke up late the next morning in the same mood.  Her happiness 
continued as she got dressed and on through her brunch.  There was only 
one thing for a girl to do when she is that happy; Dana went shopping.  
She leisurely browsed and came across a sleek little spaghetti-strap, 
black-satin dress that fit entirely too good and made her look 
positively delicious.  She got a pair of black, patent leather sandals 
with four-inch heels that her mother would definitely not have approved 
of, and a matching purse on sale.  The day was passing all so good and 
the approaching evening was constantly on her mind.  

She went down to City Park and strolled around the flower gardens.  
Every time she came across an exceptionally pretty young lady she would 
watch her intently and wonder, ‘Could that be Angel?’  The whole day 
just glowed with excitement and it all seemed to revolve around her, 
her secret, and what awaited her at the end of the day.  She sipped 
wine on a restaurant balcony in the late afternoon sun like a baroness 
on tour.  She dined in a posh downtown hotel lobby listening to a 
baroque quartet.  

When it was time to get ready for her date Dana went back to her room, 
put on some light, smooth music, lit an exotically scented candle and 
took a long bubble bath.  She rose from her bath, dried, put on her 
face, and then powdered her body, tending to every detail expressly for 
the benefit of her lover.  Just like everything she had done that day, 
it was all done to prepare her mind for this night.  

She looked at herself in the mirror.  Was she ready for this?  Was she 
ready to make love to another woman?  Was she pushing this or was it 
pushing her?  She looked down at her sex, the cause of her being there 
for this purpose.  The straggly triangular patch of hair framed the 
slit of her mons.  Through the hair her inner labia protruded, thin and 
brown.  Above the shriveled flaps hung it, her penis, limp and small.  
She lifted it between her fingers and wondered how this little piece of 
flesh would figure into tonight’s events.  

She needed to get going.  She pulled apart her inner labia and 
stretched them wide.  She folded her clitoris down between them, and 
then tucked one of her labia over it and then the other over both of 
them.  Once everything was wrapped up she brushed her red curls over it 
and patted it all down.  This was the way she had disguised her 
genitals for years.  Short of close inspection, it could have fooled 
anyone; in fact it had.  

She slipped on a pair of plain, black panties and pressed the material 
down around her mound assuring herself it was all tucked safely away.  
Next came her black pantyhose which she stepped into deftly and then 
smoothed them slowly up each leg.  Pulling them up to her waist she ran 
her hands over the material confiding herself in her round, firm little 
tushie.  She looked at her self again in the mirror.  This is what her 
lover would see.  ‘Nothing scary here,’ she thought.  It was the 
reflection of a pretty, slender, young woman, lacking in most of the 
curvaceous padding that drove men wild but a gracefully alluring sex 
partner none the less.  Taking the little black dress she just bought 
from the hanger, she pulled it on over her head and zipped it up the 
back.  She pushed the fabric around her small but pert breasts to press 
and center the little rascals into place.  Looking back at her 
reflection she checked herself out.  Better looking than she had 
dreamed, too good to keep cooped up.  She fluffed up her hair a bit and 
stepped into her new black heels.  

This was it.  Dana paused at the door, took a deep breath and she was 
off.  The restaurant was just a half a block away so for simplicity’s 
sake she decided to walk.  She approached the diner carefully not 
knowing what to expect.  The image flashed through her mind of some 
gaudily painted bimbo in clichéd street hooker garb parading around 
like a neon sign.  She decided to take a circuitous route around the 
back of the building to give herself some discretionary 
maneuverability.  

As she emerged from the back side of the restaurant she saw Angel’s 
car, a white Beetle-Cabriolet.  Just as she saw it she noticed the 
woman getting out and walking around to the back of the car.  The woman 
had thick, long, wavy reddish-brown hair that was parted high on one 
side and spilled freely over her shoulders.  She was very tastefully 
dressed wearing a tight, black maxi that clung to her every curve and a 
dark, flower-print blouse that seemed tailored to fit her proud, firm 
bosom.  She stepped gracefully atop a sleek pair of three-inch pumps.  
As she walked to the back of her car she pulled a shawl up around her 
shoulders.  Dana stopped and marveled at how elegantly the woman moved 
as she walked away from the car and slowly turned around to look about 
the parking lot.  

Dana walked toward her.  From thirty yards away she could discern how 
handsome this woman was.  At twenty yards even more so and she began to 
doubt if this woman could really be a call girl let alone a lesbian.  
At ten yards the woman turned to face her with her head tilted slightly 
to one side and a slight smile of anticipation on her lips.  Dana 
stopped and asked, “Angel?”  

Angel nodded her head, smiled broadly and said, “Dana?”  

“Yes,” Dana replied, “I’m so glad to meet you.”   

Angel held out her hands which Dana clasped and they extended their 
faces together for a welcoming peck on the cheek.  “You’re so pretty,” 
exclaimed Angel, reaching her hand up to touch Dana’s chin, “You didn’t 
mention you were so pretty.”  Dana blushed in quiet gratitude as the 
two paused and regarded each other in the dimming light.  

Dana was at a loss for words.  To call Angel beautiful would be a gross 
understatement.  She was distractingly gorgeous, striking to the point 
of being intimidating.  She was of college age but certainly no older 
than twenty-two.  Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair was a heart-
shaped face.  Above her dainty chin two rich full lips blossomed 
surrounded by a pair of tiny dimples that danced around her mouth’s 
every move.  Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones.  Large, clear, 
pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed brightly under brows that 
arched exotically upward toward the outside of her face.  She was 
flawless, every curve and line of her face was perfect, not a single 
feature detracted from any other.  “You’re the pretty one,” was all she 
could say, “Why aren’t you in the movies?”   

“Oh.  Thank you, honey,” said Angel.  Just then a large group started 
to come out of the restaurant, putting them on edge.  “Let’s get out of 
the open,” she quietly suggested, “Where’s your car?”  

“I walked,” said Dana motioning toward her motel, “I’m staying close 
by.”  

Angel nodded to her car and said with a smile and a wink, “Quick, get 
in.”  

Dana could scarcely conceal her enthusiasm, Angel was much better 
looking than she had anticipated and that alone was alleviating layer 
after layer of anxiety.  Angel’s overwhelmingly appealing looks and 
warm reception gave this entire endeavor an air of acceptability.  This 
evening was promising to be better than she had hoped.  Once inside 
they turned in their seats and faced each other with excited smiles.  
All was hushed and still but the soft swish of passing cars.  Again the 
two women froze and gauged each other’s eyes, especially Dana.  

Angel had that natural charisma that all attractive people possess but 
in her case it was far more intense, exaggerated by her sensuality and 
the nature of this meeting.  Dana felt ingratiated to be in her gaze, 
but to be in close proximity to her or to be the focus of her attention 
was almost intoxicating.  

“So... are you ready for this,” Angel asked, dispensing of all pretense?  

“Yes,... I’ve been ready for a long time,... it’s been inevitable, I guess.  
When you’re born like me... you go through life facing a wider variety of 
options, ‘ you know?  I always knew I would have to... to try this or 
something like this some time.  To try something like... what I think 
we’re going to do.  I’ve only had husband-and-family type ambitions, 
really, but...,” stumbled Dana, she was nervous and it was all coming out 
in twisted pieces, she felt she needed to explain herself, to justify 
her reason for this encounter, to bare herself.  It was a rare 
occurrence in her life when she could freely discuss her sexual nature, 
she wanted it clear and complete.  Maybe it was Angel’s alluring 
demeanor or just the business nature of this one night stand but she 
felt she could open up to her.  Angel seemed sympathetic to her 
struggle, patting her knee and looking into her eyes imploringly.  “I’m 
a girl.” Dana continued with more control, “I was raised as a girl.  
I’ve always liked boys but... my anatomy... portends... um... suggests 
alternate... possibilities that have always made me... wonder.  Just to try 
it once.  I don’t know...with another... That doesn’t make me weird, does 
it?”  

“Honey, of course not,” chided Angel, she affectionately brushed Dana’s 
cheek.  “I run into all kinds of ladies with the same curiosity, 
especially college aged ones.  It’s harmless, in fact it’s almost 
natural.  Do you have somebody... a regular guy?”  

Dana was thrilled by Angel’s touch; she was so straight forward and 
uninhibited in her expression.  “Not right now,” replied Dana, dropping 
her eyes in reticence.  “There was a guy... in college.  But he had a 
hard time... you know, dealing with it.”  

“We’ll take care of that,” said Angel.  She picked up Dana’s hand, 
brought it slowly to her face, and kissed it on the palm then held it 
on her lap.  “I’m going to be real good to you.”  

The sensuous gesture made Dana’s head spin.  “How... how about you, 
Angel,” asked Dana awkwardly?  She sought a heartfelt exchange to match 
her own.  “Why girls instead of guys?  How did you get... in the 
business?”  

Her friend chuckled, “Violett.  My real name is Violett.  Angel is a 
name C.J. gave me back when we were tight.”  She looked down at her lap 
in self conscious fashion, petting Dana’s hand, “I’ve always favored 
girls.  I guess men seem too transparent to me.  Women... trade their 
affections at so many different levels, making love with them is so 
rewarding.  To me, women... are like... beautifully wrapped packages of 
pretty ribbons and bows... and inside are intricately unique prizes to 
release and interact with.  I guess I’ve become a kind of sex fiend, 
every new lover is a carnival, every old lover is a cherished piece of 
me.  Um,... the business?  Well,... I used to hang around the night clubs 
to meet other girls but I got so tired of the mob scenes.  It gets real 
crazy in there, some women even get into fights over you.”  That 
brought a smile to Dana, she knew all about that.  “C.J. used to be my 
steady.  She works for an escort service, so I go through her just to 
maintain some order.  My favorite friends can always reach me but I 
find new ones through C.J..  And so,... there I was,... waiting for you.”  

That all made sense to Dana, she felt like she was dealing with a 
person now and not just a service provider.  “Have you had a lot of 
lovers,” she asked, she was becoming fascinated with this young lady?  

“Quite a few.  It sounds odd but I treasure them all,” said Violett.  
“I try to do right by them, I try to please them to the best of my 
ability because they give me so much joy in return.  I’ll settle on 
just one some day.  But not until I’m satisfied that I won’t be missing 
out on something.”  

Her appeal was tugging heavily on Dana, she felt anxious to find out 
exactly what kind of offerings lay behind such bold claims.  “I’m 
anxious to be your next,” she said earnestly.   

“There’s no need to rush.  We can stay here and get to know each 
other,” offered Violett, obviously in much better control of herself.  

“We can get to know each other in my room, too,” pressed Dana.  

Violett smiled wickedly and started the car.  Dana directed her to her 
motel and a close place to park.  Getting out of the car Dana led 
Violett across the lot and to her room.  She was so excited and nervous 
that someone would see them.  She made a quick glance over her shoulder 
to see if anyone was watching.  It all felt so cloak-and-dagger, so 
illicitly sinister and yet so delightfully exciting.  She pulled out 
her room key and plied it to the door knob.  Her hands were shaking so 
bad she could not find the key hole.  

“’ you need some help, honey,” Violett softly asked over her shoulder?  

Dana was so excited she began to giggle.  “I... I think I’ve got it.”  
The key sank home, she twisted the knob and the room sucked them both 
in.  Dana quickly closed the door and locked it, switched on the light 
and turned to her guest.  She watched Violett, surveying the room, in 
the soft amber light.  She studied Violett’s every line and curve.  She 
watched the shadows play over her form as she turned in the light and 
all the time confiding herself that this beautiful creature was hers 
and had come to please her and serve her desire.  

After panning the room Violett faced her, smiled seductively and let 
her shawl and bag fall to the floor.  She placed her hands on the front 
of her thighs and pulled them slowly upward to rest on her hips as she 
posed herself.  There was no doubt, this stunningly beautiful woman was 
born to please and she yearned for her audience’s lustful stare.  The 
two just stood there and drank in each other.  

Suddenly the phone rang, catching Dana completely off guard.  No one 
knew she was there, who could possibly be calling her?  

“That’ll be C.J.,”  Violett calmly spoke, almost as if expecting the 
interruption.  “She has to check on me every half hour to make sure I’m 
alright.”  

‘Angel’ was a valuable asset and, of course, had to be protected.  Dana 
shrugged and gestured toward the phone.  

Picking it up Violett spoke into the receiver, “Apricot 3, 2, 1,” 
obviously some agreed-upon code to let C.J. know she was not under 
duress.  “Yeah... Well, we just got here... Look, I’d like to skip the 
check-ins tonight.  We want to be left alone... I’ll take 
responsibility...”  Then she turned to Dana, looked her up and down and 
smiled, “Absolutely adorable... Later,” and hung up the phone.  

She felt flattered by the remark but it was not lost on Dana for what 
they were in that dank, strange room.  It was time to arrange things 
and then take possession.  “We need to discuss your fee,” she said, 
trying hard not to let her nervousness show.  She would hate to admit 
it but she was beginning to like the authoritative control that the 
roll of consumer gave her over this encounter.  She was sure now; she 
was definitely going to enjoy this.  

“’ you mean C.J.?  Don’t worry about C.J...  I’ll take care of C.J.,” 
said Violett as she walked over to the bathroom, opened it and peeked 
inside.  

“But what about your fee,” asked Dana?  She was a bit perplexed as 
Violett brushed pass her, lightly stroked her cheek and then ducked her 
head inside the closet and looked around.  ‘What is she looking for?  
Does she think I’m a cop or something?’ Dana wondered.  

“That’s mostly for the bull-dykes.  They’re revolting,” Violett replied 
with a smile.  Standing right in front of her she slowly reached behind 
Dana and slid the chain over the bracket on the door.  She remained 
there, leaning against the door, not a foot away from Dana, crowding 
her, beaming with self assurance.   

Again Dana sensed that overpowering charisma that she had experienced 
in the car.  She felt control slipping back over to the seductress.  
She struggled with the notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to 
Violett’s charm.  “H-how do we start this,” Dana asked?  

Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice.  “The gentry... usually start 
with me giving them a bubble bath; they expect to be pampered.”  Her 
fingers touched the back of Dana’s hand and slowly glided up her arm, 
“The working girls... want me to give them a body massage first; they 
like to be adored.”  Her eyes followed her fingers as they moved over 
Dana’s shoulder and then lightly danced around the nape of her neck, 
“The matronly types... prefer to give me a bath; they need to nurture and 
redeem me.”  Violett combed her fingers through the red curls of Dana’s 
hair.  “The diesel-dykes... they want a strip tease.  Gusto-lust, I 
guess,” she added in a comically flat tone.  The back of her hand and 
fingers gently traced the features of Dana’s face, “Most of the curious 
first-timers... like show and tell.  They need assurance, guidance,... 
cautious exploration,... a patient companion that won’t rush ahead of 
them.”  Violett drew herself closer, using the back of her free hand 
she caressed Dana’s tummy and then up between her breasts.  

Dana felt like she was falling under some spell.  The warmth of the 
woman’s body, the scent of her cologne, the softness of her touch, the 
smooth confidence of her manner, and the lure of her beauty were all 
working to enchant Dana into carnal abandonment.  They were now sharing 
their breath in the tight space between them.  Dana felt as if she were 
in the grasp of a thousand arms, all pulling her closer to this 
overwhelmingly enticing creature, her arousal was driven higher than 
she had ever known.  “Which do you prefer,” she asked as an offering to 
her partner’s delight?  

“I like romance,” said Violett.  Her fingers slowly encircled the back 
of Dana’s neck.  She pulled closer, lightly touching her cheek to 
Dana’s.  Whispering in her ear, “I like the spontaneous reactions of an 
entwined embrace.”  Violett’s other hand cupped behind Dana’s elbow and 
Dana reciprocated.  “I like the singular consciousness that erupts from 
passion,” she continued, “I let my actions get carried by the moment.”  
Those words touched her so deeply.  She now wanted to merge her soul to 
this woman.  

Dana felt their breasts press against each other and then the flatness 
of their stomachs.  Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath was 
coming in tattered rasps.  Violett turned her head and gently touched 
her lips to Dana’s cheek and then drug them slowly toward Dana’s lips.  
A kiss was coming and Dana could hardly wait, she closed her eyes and 
turned her head to accept it.  She no longer doubted if she could make 
love to another woman, the only question now was ‘Could she stop?’  At 
this point if Violett asked her to drop everything and run away with 
her to the far corner of the earth, she would gladly do it.  Dana 
pursed her lips for the kiss and she felt the light touch of Violett’s 
lips brushing over hers.  They traced the outline of Dana’s mouth, 
caressing, teasing until Dana was trembling in anticipation of that 
kiss.  And then it came, Violett pressed her lips full to Dana’s and 
they both moaned softly in relief.  Dana dropped her purse, their arms 
locked around each other’s backs, and they pulled themselves together 
tightly, bringing their hips and thighs into the embrace.  

Violett’s kiss was soft and tender.  Her tongue slowly entered Dana’s 
mouth, not the darting rush and ravage of the lust-starved, but a calm 
push to wrap around Dana’s in its own embrace.  Violett did not paw at 
her; one arm firmly encircled her upper back while the other hand 
gently pressed the back of her head.  Her kiss was nourishment to the 
soul, loving and sublime, offered like a mother suckling her child.  
Dana did not cling so much as hung in Violett’s arms, the room was 
spinning, the world outside vanished, and she completely lost all track 
of time.  ‘How could this be,’ wondered Dana, ‘How could there be such 
power in just a kiss?  How does she know me like a book?’  As stunning 
as it was for her, she was kissing another woman - deeply - and she was 
losing herself in it.  

She could have gladly dangled there like that all night but Violett 
slowly withdrew and then broke the kiss.  Almost in slow motion Dana 
felt Violett’s lips kissing their way under her chin, along her jaw 
line and then down her neck.  It occurred to her how his victim would 
feel just before the vampire bights; Dana would have spilled forth her 
life to her lover.  The chain of kisses trailed across Dana’s chest and 
she stood on her toes to aid the trek.  She wanted more; she had to 
offer her breasts.  Reaching behind her back, Dana feverishly unhooked 
and unzipped her dress then pulled the straps off of her shoulders.  
The material peeled away and cool air closed upon her exposed skin.  
Violett’s kisses followed as Dana’s head fell back in rapt abandonment.  

Pulling Dana with her, Violett stepped backward to the bed and sat down 
on its edge.  With her dress collapsed around her waist, Dana stood 
before her lover, presenting her breasts for Violett’s attention.  
Hesitating not to force nor hinder, Dana rested her hands on Violett’s 
shoulders as she ever so tenderly kissed one nipple then the other.  
She then gently sucked one into her mouth, rolling it between her lips 
while slowly gliding her tongue back and forth over the tip.  Dana had 
never had such adoring attention paid to her breasts.  She enwrapped 
Violett’s head with one arm and stroked her luxurious hair with her 
other hand.  ‘So this is ravenous desire,’ she thought.  

Dana was experiencing her arousal deeply.  She had been getting that 
squishy feeling while they kissed, her sex was responding naturally to 
the strong prompt of passion’s calling.  Her penis was growing, 
stiffening and pressing against its restraints.  She felt a strong urge 
to free it and to press her sensitive organ against something for 
relief.  Violett’s hands dropped slowly to Dana’s hips which were now 
rolling slowly forward and back.  Reaching behind Dana, Violett groped 
for the dress’s zipper.  Deftly unzipping it further, her fingers 
pulled the smooth fabric over Dana’s firm rump and then let the dress 
go to crumple at Dana’s feet.  With her hands still cupped over Dana’s 
butt, Violett released Dana’s nipple and stood up kissing Dana’s throat 
all the way until coming again to Dana’s mouth.  Then, more of that 
sweet kiss.  

Dana wanted her new lover to join her nude freedom and started to 
feverishly unbutton her blouse.  Pulling it from out of the skirt, she 
opened the blouse wide and pushed it over Violett’s shoulders.  Violett 
was completely cooperative and let the garment fall off her arms.  Next 
came her bra.  Dana expertly unhooked the black, lacy brassier, slipped 
the straps over Violett’s shoulders and then pulled the cups away.  
Dana drew Violett toward herself and felt the firm mounds with their 
hard tips press against her own.  When Violett’s naked flesh came into 
contact with Dana’s she moaned and hugged Dana tight.  They lost 
themselves again in their kiss and they each pressed as much of their 
flesh together as they could.  Their hands and arms explored each 
other’s backs in long undulating caresses.  

It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt.  She unhooked the 
waist clasp and pushed down the zipper.  Dana did the rest by sliding 
it past Violett’s round butt.  Expecting panties beneath, she instead 
found the silky smooth fabric of a slip.  She hooked her thumbs over 
the waistband and pushed it down to drop in the heap of clothes around 
their feet.  As she dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the 
stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness.  She realized it 
was one of those old-fashioned garter-belts.  Equipment she knew 
nothing about so she disregarded it.  

Dana absolutely loved the embrace but she was struggling with deep 
urges to bring her sex into this encounter.  More importantly, her 
swelling member was yearning to be freed and causing her some deal of 
discomfort.  Violett must have sensed her frustration, she gently dug 
her fingers under the waistband of Dana’s pantyhose and panties and 
eased them down past Dana’s hips.  The instant the restraining fabric 
was pushed away, Dana’s erection flew free from the clasp of the 
enveloping labia and sprang outward, bouncing between Violett’s thighs 
to rest firmly against the crotch of Violett’s panties.  Relief at 
last.  

Violett gasped at the surprise introduction and became immediately 
intrigued by the new participant.  She moved a hand in between them and 
pulled back slightly.  As she did, Dana’s erect member popped up toward 
Dana’s tummy to be caught in Violett’s fingers.  Violett tenderly 
wrapped her fingers around it and gently gauged it.  Dana was 
spellbound that someone would finally show her secret appendage the 
attention it craved.   

Violett wanted a closer look.  Breaking their kiss, she turned them 
both completely around to put Dana in the light and then sank down to 
the floor on her knees.  Unable to take her eyes off Dana’s erection, 
she quickly peeled down the pantyhose and helped Dana step out of them 
and her shoes.  The look on Violett’s face was one of joyous wonder.  
She reached toward Dana’s genitals but then abruptly stopped and looked 
up to Dana as if saying, ‘May I?’ Dana stroked Violett’s head and 
smiled down at her.  Violett’s touch was soft and slow.  Her one hand 
delicately clasped the finger sized organ while her other hand gently 
spread and probed the swollen flaps of labia apart.  

“Ohhhhhh...” breathed Violett.  “Oh, honey... it’s so beautiful.”  She 
looked up into Dana’s eyes, “So very beautiful.”  

Dana was so pleased with the praise.  And then came something beyond 
her imagination.  Violett tenderly hugged the enormous, swollen 
clitoris to her cheek.  The touch was so soft and smooth.  Violett 
turned her head and kissed it, and again, and again.  Dana nearly 
fainted; those soft, supple lips were like no stimulation she could 
have ever created and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.  Her 
nerves were loaded to capacity and she started trembling and twitching 
in the calamity.  Her amazement was surpassed as Violett’s tongue 
dragged its way up and down Dana’s secret treasure, treating her to 
gratification like she had never dreamed possible.  It wasn’t too long 
before one very long lick circled around the tip, then the lips spread 
over the head and Violett’s mouth slowly engulfed it, all the way to 
its base.  Dana was overwhelmed.  The warm, wet embrace and deft tongue 
caress were absolute heaven.  Her knees buckled and she sank down.  Her 
butt just barely caught the edge of the bed as her arms reached back 
blindly for support.  

Violett followed her, braced her to help her fall, and shielded her 
teeth to prevent Dana from harm but kept her mouth on her quarry.  She 
wound an arm under Dana’s thigh, around her hip, and place a palm 
gently over Dana’s tummy in both an embrace and a caress.  Her other 
hand again parted Dana’s ample lips and slowly slithered a middle 
finger into Dana’s vagina.  Violett’s head picked up speed as she 
raised and lowered her mouth on Dana’s erection, her tongue whipped 
back and forth on the underside with every pass.  She intermittently 
pushed back the foreskin and swirled her tongue around the very 
sensitive tip.  Her lips formed a firm, tight ring and she sucked hard, 
heightening all of the wonderful new sensations assailing Dana’s 
underappreciated appendage.  Meanwhile, her finger explored Dana’s 
depths and then her palm turned upward as her finger curled to press 
upward on an ever so delightful place.   

Dana was helpless against the surmounting pleasure.  It was coming, no 
way to stop it.  A huge orgasm approached; not the vagina kind, the 
clitoris kind.  Her knees flew wide apart, her toes curled, her back 
arched.  Dana knew what would come with it and she wanted to warn her 
lover.  “I’m going to... “ She reached a hand to Violett’s forehead to 
get her attention.  Violett only intensified her actions, making them 
each more deliberate.  “I’m... cuh...cuh “  Oh the delight, such tremendous 
delight.  She gasped and let go.  

The tension building up in Dana all week exploded into a nerve shaking 
flash of pleasure.  Dana fell back on the bed while her hips strained 
upward.  Her first spurt gushed from her urethra and hit Violett in the 
chin.  Violett paused only briefly in surprise but kept on pumping 
gently on Dana’s rigid flesh.  Dana let out a soft groan as the second 
spurt shot out over Violett’s upturned palm.  Dana jerked and twitched 
sporadically on the bed as the remainder of her ejaculation dribbled 
out and ran down her cleft mons.  Her hips pumped slowly as she enjoyed 
an orgasm in ways she never had before.  Violett stayed with her, 
slowing down the bobbing of her head and stilling her tongue, 
soothingly.  She continued until Dana stopped shaking and her breathing 
normalized and then became still, just holding the overwrought organ 
with her tongue.  

Dana’s hands lifted slowly to Violett’s head and then tenderly stroked 
her hair.  With the most tranquil of expressions on her face, she 
drifted in her post climatic bliss.  Her mind was lost in the wonder of 
Violett’s selfless gift.  

Once Dana became still and quiet, Violett pulled out her finger, 
released her clit, and began to lick the length of Dana’s parted labia.  
She tenderly tongue-bathed the whole area, not stopping until Dana 
weakly raised herself upright.  Violett looked up at Dana with an 
expression of conciliatory inquisition.  When Dana smiled, Violett 
quickly wiped off her chin and her palm on the bedspread and threw her 
arms around her.  Dana hugged her to her chest, kissed the top of her 
head and whispered, “Thank you... thank you so very much.  Never have I...  
Ohhhh, never.”   Mere words were not enough.

The two women remained motionless as happy thoughts of completeness 
swam in Dana’s mind.  Meanwhile, Dana’s undaunted erection nestled 
between the soft pillows of Violett’s breasts.  This party was far from 
over and Dana’s imagination was ripe with plenty more trysts to engage 
in.  She pulled back from Violett, taking her softly by her cheeks and 
said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”  Violett’s face lit 
up and she rose to her feet.  Dana scooted to the center of the bed, 
tucking her legs underneath herself and sat up, waiting in eager 
anticipation.  

Dana watched Violett seductively tuck her fingers under her panties and 
slowly push them down her legs.  She stepped out of them and her shoes 
and then raised a foot up onto the bed in front of her.  Dana noticed 
Violett’s pubic patch was trimmed neatly to an even, uniform length and 
surmised it to be the preference among the oral sex crowd.  Her bikini 
line was bare and well defined, the upper vertices pointed sharply to 
her hips and the line between them rose to a peak in the center.  
Violett unfastened the clasps to her stocking and then glided it down 
her leg with her finger tips and pulled it off her foot.  Next came the 
other leg in the same slow, seductive manner with Violett intently 
watching Dana’s eyes.  Lastly, she loosened the hooks at the back of 
her belt and let it fall to the floor and stood before Dana completely 
nude.  Dana marveled at what artists might call an ideal, perfect model 
of the female form, wildly feminine curves in the peak of youthful 
firmness.  She lightly touched her erection and drank in her imminent 
conquest.  

Violett knelt onto the bed and then walked on her knees toward Dana, 
her nipples danced upon her swaying breasts.  Dana rose to meet her and 
they shared another tight embrace and deep kiss.  As she pressed 
herself into the kiss, Dana noticed something subtly different.  She 
could taste the remnants of her own ejaculate wrought by Violett but 
there was more.  The kiss now carried the influence of Violett’s proven 
commitment to gratify her sexually.  

Dana pushed her hips tight against Violett’s.  Their pubic hair 
entangled and she felt her penis press into soft flesh.  She tightened 
her embrace, new urges stirred deep within her.  She wanted to force 
this woman down onto her bed, spread herself over her body and drive 
her groin into those moist, intimate charms.  She wanted to take this 
woman, dominate this woman, subjugate this woman and use this woman for 
her pleasure.  She wanted to violate her femininity, enter her body and 
drive her to rapture with her intrusive, uncompromising, rigid organ.  
Violett must have felt her urgency; she crumpled under Dana and lowered 
herself to the mattress.  Dana followed her down until she was crouched 
over Violett’s prone form, still kissing her passionately.  

Dana lifted herself over Violett’s body and as if on cue, Violett 
pulled herself up to rest her head on the pillow and spread her legs 
around Dana.  Dana knelt before Violett’s hips and Violett pulled her 
legs up high and opened them wide while lifting her pelvis.  She looked 
to Dana like an opening blossom, a woman’s invitation to be mounted and 
seeded.  It was time to do just that.  Supporting herself on one hand 
she pressed her penis down toward Violett’s crotch.  Violett held open 
her labia with two fingers and pulled Dana toward her with her other 
hand.  The scent of woman’s arousal was heavy around her as Dana found 
her mark and pressed into the parted flesh.  

As Dana gained entry she marveled at how soft and slick the clinging 
flesh felt about her. She sank in all the way, until their mounds were 
mashed flat against each other and their labia were entangled in a deep 
wet kiss of their own.  Dana grasped Violett’s waist and held tight, 
savoring this long awaited sensation.  She threw back her head, closed 
her eyes and let out a long moan.  Oh, such a sweet mixture of victory 
and passion.  She had a woman beneath her, to take her lance, to 
administer her pleasure, to be... FUCKED.  Ooo, that ugly word, Dana now 
took possession of it.  She opened her eyes and gazed down upon her 
prize.  

Violett was caught in her own tumult.  Her eyes were wide with fire-
like excitement and anticipation; her breath came in quick bursts.  She 
wound her legs around Dana’s back and crossed her ankles.  Her hands 
slid up Dana’s body slowly and cupped behind her shoulders.  She craved 
what Dana was about to give her and would cling like a vine to get it.  

Dana wanted to stir within Violett, churn her womb and feel those 
intimate recesses work their magic on her tender organ.  She braced 
herself, hands at Violett’s sides, and her knees in a broad stance 
around Violett’s butt.  She stabbed herself into her lover, in a 
spastic, clumsy, and selfishly brutal manner, she didn’t care, she 
wanted to taste the full range of pleasure a woman could give her.  Her 
thrusts developed a rhythm and pounded with an intent fury, to capture 
this woman, break her and enslave her under a conquering weapon.  
Violett moaned sharply, matching the rhythm and fury at which she was 
being ravaged.  Dana’s tempo increased until one stroke nearly 
disgorged her from her partner.  She sank back home and stopped, 
pressed it in deeply and felt the softness close in around her.  

Suddenly, her fury was dispelled.  All of her pent up frustration and 
urge for conquest were appeased.  She looked down into the face of her 
benevolent and accommodating partner.  She saw those beautiful eyes and 
a compassionate gaze of a friend who would gladly give her anything she 
wanted, any way she wanted it.  The eyes of another woman, like 
herself, who was well versed in the subjugation of her body and her own 
needs to the service of another.  She came to see a companion, not a 
trophy.  Sex was not a score to inflict but rather an offering to 
share.  

Dana lowered herself onto Violett, never breaking her gaze with those 
beautiful eyes until their lips met again.  She wrapped her arms around 
Violett’s back and tenderly embraced her head.  She stretched out her 
legs and dropped her hips into the inviting cradle of Violett’s open 
pelvis.  Violett gently encircled Dana’s back in her arms and the two 
held each other tightly and very still, subtly enjoying their kiss, 
their embrace, and their conjoined genitals.  In silence they 
renegotiated their bond.  

Dana reached into her past to recall a summer evening in college when 
her beau made sweet, tender love to her and so deeply touched her mood.  
She wanted to recreate that sensation and give it to her new lover.  
She ever so slowly began to move her hips, thrusting in upward and then 
back in a circular grind like her old love used to do.  She tried to 
give Violett the sensation of her entire length moving within and then 
treat her clitoris to an even, gliding pressure.  

Violett moved with her, pulling her hips back as Dana withdrew and then 
forward to meet Dana’s pelvic bone for that tender kiss against her 
mons.  They danced their synchronized duet slowly and making only small 
motions at first, learning the mechanics of their coitus.  Violett let 
out a long whimper with each breath.  As Dana picked up her pace and 
lengthened her stroke the moans rose in encouragement.  Dana’s hips 
were now thrusting in that familiar cadence of mating, nature providing 
excellently a means by which to employ herself with her partner.  It 
was in every aspect true sexual intercourse as the bed betrayed their 
antics with accompanying creaks and thumps.  

Dana began to enjoy the responses she was invoking in her love-mate and 
started to alternate her moves to orchestrate Violett’s moans.  Those 
moans were rising quickly as Dana engaged the full cycle of motion. 
Violett was climbing quickly to an orgasm, her voice rose to a 
crescendo and then she tensed and clamped hard around Dana’s body.  
Dana froze to let her lover focus on her release.  When she felt 
Violett relax, she continued with her steady revolution.  

Dana was truly enjoying herself; the kind of pleasure known only to 
men, with a woman no man could have.  That thought stuck in Dana’s 
mind, the nature of their contact and that she was engaging another 
woman in an act of intimacy that was probably unique in all the world.  
The snug feeling of Violett’s walls clinging and tugging on her tender 
skin as she glided in and out were pulling her to another climax of her 
own but she was rapidly discovering how to control her pleasure by 
altering her movement.  She could easily drive herself over the edge 
but she was enjoying her lover’s body so much she just teased herself 
to the brink and then stayed it off by shortening her stroke.  

Violett, on the other hand, was enjoying constant bliss.  No sooner had 
she recovered from her first climax than another began to mount.  Her 
moans droned on into a continuous chorus that rose to a frantic plea as 
her orgasm took her and then trailed off into a feeble whimper.  She 
had lapsed into a semi-conscious stupor where she teetered and floated 
at the mercy of her lover’s slightest touch or least little movement.  
Dana kept supplying her with that pleasure, enjoying her command and 
the effects she elicited almost as much as what she herself felt.  
Maybe it was just a way Violett had of surrendering herself to the act 
but Dana was experiencing a sense of power that a woman like Violett, 
so highly prized and in such command of presence, could be rendered so 
helpless and utterly consumed at Dana’s whim and wile.  

Their love-making played on through an indeterminate matter of time and 
a trackless number of Violett’s climaxes.  As a fresh one approached, 
Dana broke their kiss and lifted her head to watch the changes in her 
partner’s face.  Her face was of angelic tranquility with swollen lips 
from their long kiss.  As her crisis came, her brow furrowed slightly 
and she threw back her head.  She uttered a long, deep groan and pumped 
her hips against Dana while in her throes.  After it passed she lifted 
her head and began kissing Dana’s shoulder.  She pressed her advance 
downward toward Dana’s breast.  Dana lifted herself and pulled 
Violett’s head toward her chest.  Finding the hard nub of nipple, 
Violett suckled and Dana became confronted with pleasure she could no 
longer stave off.  

As an orgasm quickly came upon her it seized control of her body and 
she flew into a torrent of motion that seemed automatic.  Her hips 
bucked against her mate in a force and rhythm she was unable to stop.  
She abandoned herself to it and let the climax create itself.  
Violett’s moans rose as she rode along with Dana’s frenzy and her 
impending orgasm.  At the peak of her passion, Dana felt the compulsion 
to press her over-stimulated penis as deeply into her lover’s nurturing 
pussy as she could and enjoy her effect to the utmost.  She pushed 
herself firmly against Violett’s hips and froze.  Her orgasm came hard, 
she grunted as every muscle in her body strained and clenched against 
her pleasure.  And oh, such pleasure.  Every nerve of her system seemed 
to laugh with joy.  Mashed against Violett’s plush vulva her urethra 
erupted and gushed forth her ejaculation.  Spurt after spurt the thick 
fluid discharged onto her lover’s sex, between her parted lips, and 
dribbled down slowly toward her crotch.  

Violett squealed and clung to Dana tightly, her hips ground in tiny 
circles as she joined Dana in sublime, absolute bliss.  Both of them 
uttered their last murmurs of satisfaction, their bodies locked in a 
tense knot, struggling with the remnants of their exploded lust.  
Slowly their grip on each other relaxed and they fell into a happy 
repose.  Their climaxes as well as their intercourse evolved from a 
physical into an emotional experience.  Violett released Dana’s breast 
and dropped her head back onto the bed.  She lowered her hips and let 
her legs slide down Dana’s to wrap around the backs of her thighs.  
Simultaneously, Dana nestled her head on her lover’s shoulder and 
settled her body atop Violett’s.  Neither said a word, they just 
languidly caressed each other and drifted dreamily amidst the pleasant 
thoughts and feelings their actions had just rendered.  

Dana was experiencing an epiphany.  Her mind, of course, was filled 
with wondrous thoughts of the physical sensations her body had just 
experienced along with warm feelings for her partner and the unselfish 
way she had delivered those sensations.  New perspectives were 
unfolding before her, about her life, her sexuality, her identity, and 
her emotional capacity.  New possibilities were presenting themselves.  
Could she become a lesbian?  Is this the destiny that she was born to 
fulfill?  Was there a place for her in this new world?  She thought 
more about the woman lying beneath her.  Violett was gently petting her 
from her shoulders to her butt, from her arms to her hips, softly 
kissing her forehead.  There was no revulsion, inhibition or even 
hesitation in Violett’s service to her.  She had done and let Dana do 
what Dana believed no other person ever would.  As unnatural as it 
seemed, it was a freer and more satisfying exchange than Dana had ever 
known with any man – in or out of bed.  

Dana rose up on her elbows and looked down on Violett’s face.  So 
lovely and so loving.  Neither said anything but volumes of 
understanding passed between them.  Dana’s erection was still lodged in 
Violett but their connection felt much deeper than that to Dana.  She 
thought briefly about engaging in another rut.  No, this time was too 
precious to go chasing after more orgasms.  

The rush of lust was fading and Dana noticed a chill in the room.  She 
felt Violett shiver and Dana suggested, “Let’s get warm.”  

Dane rose up off of Violett, her penis disengaged with a slight squishy 
sound and pointed at her partner as Dana sat back on her haunches.  
Violett sat up and moved very sluggishly, weak and weary from her 
ordeal.  Together they pulled back the covers and slid beneath. They 
pulled each other close, lying on their sides.  Dana hooked her leg 
over Violett’s thigh to warm her up.  She raised herself on her elbow 
and studied her companion.  

A clinging pearl-white bead of her emission on Violett’s vulva caught 
Dana’s attention.  She touched it with her finger and lightly smeared 
it into the matted hair contemplatively.  She would never have dreamed 
of touching another woman’s sex but now it seemed only fitting.  
Violett’s finger crept down and joined Dana in idly working the 
moisture around.  She found a larger glob that still clung to her 
labia.  With her finger she dragged the glob between her labia and 
pushed it into her vagina.  Dana’s finger followed.  Together, both 
women’s fingers stirred the wet recesses.  

Dana watched her lover’s face.  Surely Violett knew it wasn’t sperm but 
rather an inert byproduct of Dana’s arousal.  She thought of her past 
and of leaving her emission on her lovers, their reactions and her self 
condemnation.  This situation was so different.  Without any fanfare, 
Violett showed that she was not in the least bit repulsed by the nature 
of Dana’s sexuality but rather fully aware of its form and function, 
she openly welcomed Dana’s body and its physical effect.  Dana 
appreciated the gesture as a right of acceptance and kissed Violett’s 
forehead in gratitude.  

Violett took the same finger from her vagina and reached to Dana’s 
gaping labia and gently traced the open slit.  She pushed open the 
broad flaps of flesh and delicately caressed their surface, admiring 
the shape and texture.  The finger delved lower and deeper until 
plunging into Dana’s crevice.  They drew each other closer and enjoyed 
their new found intimacies and tender connection for quite some time.  

“We mixed well,” she said, breaking the idle reticence.  “That was so 
erotic.”  

“My body within yours,” responded Dana.  She gently probed and explored 
Violett’s soft folds.  This intimacy was so precious.  She thought this 
the perfect way to wind down from sex.  

“You inside of me.”  Violett closed her eyes and sighed.  Her fingers 
still lightly engaged Dana’s sex, petting her labia with finger tips 
and stroking her wilted penis like a dear friend.  

“’ you tired?” asked Dana.  Violett nodded.  “You really spent 
yourself,” she added.  “I lost count of how many times you went off.”  
She didn’t mean to fish for compliments but she was hungry for some 
kind of feedback and reluctant to let this delightful mood fade away.  

Violett giggled, “I cum real easy, ...but never quite like that.”  She 
wrapped her arm around Dana and hugged her tight.  “You were fantastic.  
That was the most wonderful experience I ever had.”  

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” teased Dana.  The compliment 
was making her glow with pride.  She hoped it was true.  

With a smile and raised eyebrows Violett replied, “No I don’t...  ‘ 
don’t need to.”  She was speaking slower and slower, clearly very tired.  

“What did I do that was so special,” Dana inquired?  

“You... were inside me,” she replied with a yawn.  “You gave me a kind of 
closeness no one ever has.”  Her fingers were moving slower, almost 
becoming still.  

“Haven’t you ever had a man,” Dana continued?  

“Sorta,” said Violett.  “W’n I was fifteen.”  

“Teenage crush,” asked Dana in a light-hearted tone, kissing her 
temple?  

“Gang... rape,” came the weak reply.  

Dana’s breath caught in her throat.  With eyes wide she looked at 
Violett in stunned amazement. The simple confession revealed tragedy 
and strength in measures beyond her imagination.  Such savage cruelty 
and the lonely isolation it must have created.  She pondered it deeply, 
about what Violett must have gone through and how it might have landed 
the girl here.  She compared it to her own tragedies and how they had 
shaped her own destiny.  She thought about the vastness of the world 
and how two wounded hearts could find and mend each other.  She 
contemplated what she might give to her new friend.  She pulled Violett 
tight against her neck and kissed her head

Violett’s hand fell limply from its lodging.  Dana withdrew her own 
finger and gave her lover one last pet.  It was time for sleep.  Dana 
slid out of bed and turned off the light.  Scooting back in next to 
Violett she slid her arm underneath the sleeping woman’s head and 
cradled her against her shoulder.  

“Nnnnnm...  D’na...? Honey,” said Violett groggily?  “Please...? Be here... 
when I wake up.”  

It occurred to her that many of Violett’s lovers left her before dawn 
or dismissed her from their beds to go home alone.  Dana kissed her 
forehead and hugged her close, “Sure I will.”  ‘Poor, damaged Violett,’ 
she thought.  She mused on the soft supple flesh that clung to her in 
the dark like no one ever had.  There was a new warm glow within her.  
She felt protective, she felt strong, and she felt vital.  She closed 
her eyes and was soon asleep.  


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

  
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