THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are 
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any 
further. 

This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it.  As is the case with 
most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women 
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor 
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this 
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and 
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted 
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, 
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any 
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance.  This 
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are 
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some 
acts and responses in this story may be physically 
impossible or physiologically improbable.  That being said, 
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, go away.  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for 
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that 
result from reading this story.  

You have been warned!

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That said, enjoy!....? 

NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 10

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 1/99

The man known as Sam Adams held the flimsy rice paper in 
his hands, careful not to let the tears coursing down his 
face land on the delicate tissue.  The telefax had been 
sent to him by his secretary a couple of weeks after he had 
headed out for Hong Kong.  The trip was more involved than 
anyone could have predicted and as the months passed with 
deliberate slowness, he became frantic to contact the 
fantastic woman he had taken to the President’s dance.  But 
communications through the Bamboo Curtain were sensitive 
and monitored.  No personal issues were ever discussed, as 
the hosts, inscrutable as they were, would have taken a 
personal issue and used it as a weapon against him in the 
negotiations.  He had seen it happen before.

His secretary had been astute enough to understand his 
vague references to Bill Saunders as referring to the man’s 
wife, Karin.  When he asked her to check on the cabin and 
to make sure it was stocked for the next winter, she 
understood that he had taken Karin up there.  She had been 
up there herself, in Karin’s role.  She knew what kind of a 
bond was created between her boss and the women who went up 
there with him.  He needed to contact her and let her know 
he would be delayed, but that he cared deeply, etc.

She did her best, but her best was hampered by a police 
blackout of the information regarding anything to do with 
Mr. or Mrs. Saunders.  When she did find something, she was 
shocked.  It was a news report of Bill’s murder and the 
arrest of his wife.  The reporter made it sound like a sure 
thing, open and shut.  The timing was reported wrong in the 
article, however, and it appeared as if the murder had 
occurred a couple of days after he had left for Hong Kong.  
Her release and the arrest of Bruce were not reported.  
Because of the nature of the crime, she did not make any 
more open inquiries.  It wouldn’t do the bank or her boss 
any good, or her, either, to be connected to a murder.  

She mailed him the entire paper and a carefully worded 
telefax reporting that the cabin was closed up tighter than 
a jail cell and no trace could be found of anyone having 
been there.  After he had found the article reporting on 
the murder and Karin’s arrest, he understood, or thought he 
did.  

He pulled out the paper every night, looking for another 
meaning, trying to find his way out of his personal Hell, 
this dark helplessness that held his heart.  He had found 
that one special woman and lost her.  He cried into the 
long darkness of the warm Asian night.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Karin Saunder’s personal darkness didn’t get brighter 
anytime soon, either.  

She was very much alone.  She moved back to the mansion 
during the next week.  The household staff had quit after 
the murder.  The big house was cold and empty, but at least 
the delivery boys would deliver food to this address.  She 
had just about starved at the apartment.  She couldn’t 
bring herself to go out shopping, even for food.  

Karin had dumped her suitcases in the middle of the 
hallway, went straight up to her old room and gone to bed.  
The tragedy of her total abandonment paralyzed her.  She 
moved like a robot, lifelessly passing between the bedroom 
and the kitchen.  The rest of the house seemed foreign to 
her and she avoided all those unfriendly evil rooms.

Most nights she laid in her bed and cried herself to sleep, 
hugging her pillows to her chest tightly.  She had no 
interest in sex or tying herself up.  It felt dead inside, 
and, to be honest, she preferred it that way.  Since she 
had been with Sam, and had experienced the real thing, 
anything else just didn't seem enough.  She knew her Sam 
was out of the country, but she still missed him and wished 
he were there to hold onto instead of the pillows.  There 
had been no word from him, not a card, flowers or anything.  
She tried hard not to think about it, but her isolation 
allowed her to think of nothing else.

She was sitting in her room, staring blankly out of the 
window when the doorbell at the front door rang.  She 
waited for a while for the maid to answer it, then realized 
the maid wasn't there anymore.  She numbly got to her feet 
and fumbled down the stairs.

Sandra Billings stood in the door.  Karin did not recognize 
her at first.  By the time they had finally met at the 
station, Karin had been nearly in a state of shock.  She 
had not been paying too much attention to what other people 
looked like right then.  

As she stared at her in the doorway, she realized that Lt. 
Billings didn't look muck like a cop.  It took her a 
minute, but she finally put her finger on it.  Her eyes 
were too kind and soft.  "It must be hard for her in that 
place," she thought to herself as they stood staring at 
each other.

"Hello.  Lt. Billings, right?" she ventured.

"Hello, Mrs. Saunders.  Do you mind if I come in?"  Lt. 
Billings was brusque and businesslike.

"Sure, I guess.  Come on in.  Please.  Oh, and please call 
me Karin.  I never got used to the name ‘Mrs. Saunders.’"  
She opened the door wider and moved back to allow the tall 
policewoman into the house.  As the officer came in, Karin 
paused.  "Is this an official visit?"  She was suddenly 
afraid, terrified of being alone in the world, alone with 
this stranger in a strange house.

Lt. Billings continued into the living room and sat on a 
couch.  She patted the seat beside her.  "Well, yes ... and 
no."

Karin's heart sank.  She numbly shuffled over to the couch 
and woodenly sat down.  She held both her wrists together 
out in front of her, waiting to be cuffed.  Tears streamed 
down her face, but she was silent.  

The female detective reached out and took Karin's hands in 
hers and squeezed them.  Her heart went out to the lonely 
girl beside her.  "Oh, no!  It's not like that at all!  I'm 
here to tell you that we located Bruce, the, uh, butler.  
Or lover.  It took a bit of persuading but he finally 
confessed to the shooting.  We also found him hiding in a 
cheap motel with several hundred thousand dollars in cash, 
apparently from your husband's safe.  We'll be returning 
the money to you after the trial."

Karin stared dumbfounded at the woman.  Suddenly, she was 
ripped out of the dumps and rocketed to the heights.  She 
continued to cry uncontrollably as she threw her arms 
around the detective's neck.  The emotional roller coaster 
ride she was on was too much for her to cope with any other 
way.

"Oh, Thank you, thank you, thank you."  She didn't know 
what else to say as the free flow of erupting emotions 
poured over her.

The policewoman sat quietly, holding and comforting the 
beautiful lady.  This next part of her visit was not 
entirely official and she needed to work carefully.  It was 
more like answering some nagging personal issues, rather 
than official police business.  She was unsure of exactly 
why she was here, other than she felt compelled to see it 
through.  She had convinced herself it was necessary, just 
good police work.  ‘No stone left unturned,’ and all that 
crap.

Karin settled down and dried her eyes.  She released Lt. 
Billings’ neck and sat back down on the couch beside her, 
suddenly embarrassed at her slobbery outburst.  Now that 
Bruce had confessed, there were some things she wanted to 
know.  “How was Bill murdered?” she asked the lieutenant.

“He was shot.”

"Oh.  Where was he shot?" she continued.

"In the back."

Karin got a puzzled look on her face.  "You mean, out back, 
by the pool?"

The detective laughed, a chagrined look on her face.  "Oh!  
Uh, no, He was in his bedroom.  When Bruce shot him, the 
bullet hit him in the back."  Then she added, "Don't worry 
about the mess.  The department has a crew that come in to 
clean it all up."

"Oh.  Thanks.  That was nice of them."  Karin felt kind of 
silly for her questions.  She hadn't even known Bill had 
been shot.  She felt a little guilty she hadn't even cared 
enough to find out.  Even if it had been a sham marriage, 
she felt she owed him at least that much.

"Uh, Karin?  If you wouldn’t mind, I would really like to 
see the crime scene with you.  There are just a couple of 
questions I wanted to clear up, OK?  Just to clear up a few 
things in my mind."  Lt. Billings stood up, not waiting for 
her to answer, and possibly say ‘no.’

"His room is, uh, was upstairs."  Karin said, leading the 
way, a vague feeling of dread coming over her.

Lt. Billings looked around the room, poking into drawers 
and under the bed, playing for time.  She didn’t know how 
to get around to what she was really here for.  It was 
uncharacteristic for her.  Best to dive right in, no?  
"Where is your room, Karin?"

"Over there," said Karin, pointing down the hall.

"Do you mind if I see it?"

Karin silently led her into her room, the feeling of doom 
greater.  There was no reason for her to be in here.

The detective poked around until she found what she was 
looking for.  "Which one of these were you wearing when 
they beat you?" she asked, holding up several bathing 
suits.

Karin indicated the pink one.

"Would you mind trying it on?  I had some questions 
regarding the beating."

The sense of dread Karin had been feeling now flooded over 
her body from her head to her toes.  This was suddenly not 
a casual visit.

With trembling fingers Karin took the suit and went into 
the bathroom to change.  She stripped off her clothes and 
put on the tiny suit.  The shapes of the gold nipple rings 
were clearly visible through the taut thin fabric.  She 
thought of Sam as she circled them softly with her 
fingernail.  A tear trickled down her cheek at the sudden 
reminder of her absent lover.

She took a deep breath and went back into the bedroom.  Lt. 
Billings had taken off her business jacket and Karin 
noticed her trim figure for the first time.  The suit had 
been severely cut and did not flatter her figure at all.  
Karin was not sure if that was by intent or because the 
woman had no sense of style.

The attractive detective was about Karin's height.  She had 
wandered over to her closet and was looking at the racks of 
clothes in them, many of which Karin had never had a chance 
to wear.  Bill had just filled it with expensive clothes 
her size.  He hadn’t sent all these to the apartment, thank 
goodness.  He had only sent her everyday clothes and 
makeup.  She watched the other woman for a while, not 
wanting to draw attention to herself.

Lt. Billings was holding a slinky red dinner dress up 
against her body and looking in the mirror, swaying back 
and forth to see the fit better.

"That color would look lovely on you.  Why don't you try 
it?” Karin offered.  “I think we're about the same size."  

The detective jumped up with a guilty look.  She had 
expected Karin to take longer changing into the bathing 
suit.  "Oh, no, I couldn't.  Could I, really?"  She had 
always dreamed of being able to dress in a feminine way.  
The other cops just wouldn't stand for it, however.  Even 
the other female cops would have been jealous.  In the 
interest of her career, she had intentionally toned down 
her beauty and her body by using the wrong makeup and 
fashions to appear as unattractive as possible.  It had 
worked until now, and she intended to keep it that way.  
But, no one needed to know what when on here.  

"Sure, go ahead!"

With a giggle, the detective stripped down to her panties 
and slipped the red dress over her head.  Karin stared 
openly at the naked woman.  Her tits were a little smaller 
than her own and her hips perhaps a bit fuller, but not by 
much in either place.  They could have been sisters.  
Twins.  It was like looking in a mirror.

"Karin, could you zip me up?" she asked.

Karin moved behind the detective.  Her service revolver was 
lying on the table beside her.  It was easily within 
Karin's reach.  The young woman shrank from the weapon.  
She didn't notice the slight relaxation in the detective's 
posture as she watched Karin's reflection in the mirror.  
‘Once a cop, always a cop.’  She was still checking out 
this strange, naïve woman.  She had left the gun - unloaded 
– out in the open on purpose.  It never hurt to confirm her 
suspicions.  She was now convinced that Karin had had 
nothing to do with her husband’s murder.  There was always 
the chance that she had been in it with the butler.  

Karen tugged the zipper up the small of her back and Lt. 
Billings did a quick pirouette in front of her. 

"It’s not something I could wear to work, is it?" she 
quipped.

Karen smiled.  She was beginning to relax around this 
strong woman for some reason.  There was a familiar bond 
between them, perhaps because of their height and their 
beauty.  She noted the slope of the woman’s breasts as they 
tapered to protruding nipples.  The tiny buds poked 
defiantly through the thin fabric of the dress, exuding a 
sex appeal that Karin found strangely attractive.  She 
mindlessly rubbed her thighs together as her own body 
started to react to the sensual appeal.

"I-I-It's lovely on you, Lt. Billings."

"Oh, don't be so formal.  Call me Sandi."

"OK, S-S-Sandi.  The dress really does look nice on you.  
The color really suits you."

Sandi turned back to the mirror and made a few poses.  "It 
does bring out my 'assets', does it?" she said, thrusting 
out her chest, emphasizing her breasts with a little twist.

Karin giggled.  "You'd be a hit in court.'

"I'd be arrested as a hooker!"  Sandi giggled along with 
her.  "But I do have the body for it, huh?"

Karin reached out to touch her softly on the waist.  She 
had intended only to smooth a wrinkle, but Sandi had moved 
at the last minute and she found her hand caressing a 
tantalizingly soft buttock.  A forbidden thrill went 
through her.  "Oh.  I’m sorry.  Excuse me!"

"That's OK.  It felt nice."

Karin blushed.

Sandi turned to her.  "Show me where it happened."

"Where what happened?"  She knew what she wanted.  She just 
was hoping she was wrong.  She wasn’t.

"Where they beat you."

Karin's heart sank.  The basement.  She hated the basement.  
She hadn't been down there since that day.  She slowly led 
Sandi out of the bedroom, down the stairs to the basement 
door.  At the locked door she stopped and looked at Sandi.  
It was a silent plea for a stay of execution.

Sandi gave her a firm smile that was meant to reassure her, 
but didn’t do a very good job of it.

"Well, here goes..." she said weakly as she opened the 
door.  She took a deep breath and went down the narrow 
stairs into the dark cellar.

Not much had changed in the room.  There were still a few 
pieces of furniture scattered around and some old boxes of 
books and papers from Bill's business piled in the corner.  
Karin led her over to the place in the middle of the open 
area where they had strung her up.

"It was about here, I guess."

Sandi looked around.  There were soiled strips of cloth and 
cords lying on the floor where they had fallen.  She picked 
up a piece of black cloth.

"You were blind folded?"

Karin nodded, goose bumps suddenly erupting all over her 
arms.

"May I?" asked Sandi, holding up the blindfold and moving 
behind her.

"Do you have to?" asked Karin, her voice quivering.

“Uh, it, uh, helps to reenact the crime scene," offered 
Sandi weakly.  She didn't sound convincing to Karin, nor 
did she specify whom it was going to help in this case.

There was a long silence.  Finally, Karin nodded.  "OK, I 
guess.”

Sandi smiled as she stood behind the gullible girl.  This 
was going better than she had hoped.  She tied the cloth 
firmly in place.

"Was it like that?"

Karin nodded.  A tiny bit of moisture dampened her crotch, 
and her breathing quickened.  He hoped Sandi hadn’t 
noticed.  She shuddered at the betrayal of her body.  She 
fought the arousing feelings running through her.  It was 
the same feelings she had with Sam.  But Sandi was a woman.  
Karin was confused.  Could she feel that way about a woman?

Sandi pulled a convenient chair over to the blindfoldeded 
woman.  She looped one of the cords over the overhead 
pipes.  She noted the places where the dust had been rubbed 
off before.  "Another point for the dame," she thought.  
"Were your feet touching the ground?"

Karin shook her head.  She didn't trust herself to speak.
Sandi shuddered.  "Those bastards.  These cords would 
really bite into her wrists with her full weight on them," 
she muttered to herself.  "Well, we don't have to go that 
far.  That must have really hurt."

"Uh, it's OK.  If it will help you and, uh, the case, I'll 
do it.  It’s not that bad."

Sandi detected a slight tremor of excitement in Karin's 
voice.  She believed she really would allow herself to be 
hung like a piece of meat.  She shook her head.  "No, it 
won't really help.  Just put your arms up over your head."

Sandi thought she saw a flicker of disappointment flash 
across the girl's face, but Karin obediently raised her 
hands over her head as asked.  Sandi looped the cord around 
her wrists and started to step down off the chair.

"They were tied tighter than that."

"Oh, OK."  She retied the restraints tighter.  "Better?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Sandi got down off the chair and stood in front of Karin's 
outstretched body.  She could hardly restrain herself from 
touching that delectable taut skin, running her fingers 
through her hair, tracing the swirls of her body hair.  She 
steeled herself, slowing her rapid breathing.  There would 
be time enough for that later.  "Then what happened?"

Karin blushed with illicit excitement.  She didn’t know 
what was coming over her.  She just knew this was the first 
time since she had been with Sam that she had felt alive.  
"They pushed up my top."

Sandi's hands trembled as she slid them up to the girl’s 
heaving breasts.  She slid them under the thin fabric of 
the bathing suit top and gently lifted the swatches up to 
expose the delicious mounds.  She was careful to lift the 
fabric away from the gold rings that pierced the erect 
nipples.  The rings intrigued her.  They had since she had 
seen them at the station.

She caressed the soft mounds with her fingers for quite 
some time, playing with them, lifting and weighing them 
with her cupped hands.  The rings fascinated her and she 
looked at them closely for the first time.  She was shocked 
to see that they were solid, fused with solder.  "These 
babies are here to stay!" she grunted.

She kissed the now heaving breasts softly.  Karin was 
groaning softly at the stimulation of her tits, but had 
made no signs of resistance or struggle.

"What else?"

"They, uh, they, they pushed my bottoms down around my 
knees."

Sandi hooked her thumbs under the tiny string that held up 
the ridiculously small bikini bottoms.  Her smooth palms 
caressed the creamy cheeks of the trim ass as she 
maneuvered the taut string over the pleasing moons.  

Going back around to the front of her victim, she slid her 
hands flat down beside the trimmed pussy hair and onto the 
sleek inner thighs.  She felt the dampness that leaked from 
the puffy slit.  She slyly slipped a slender finger in the 
hot cauldron and brought it up to her lips to taste it.  
She was curious, as well, and as Karin couldn’t see her, 
she took advantage of the moment.  In more ways than one.

"God, she tastes good!  I never knew..." she shuddered to 
herself.  Her first taste of another woman’s essence drove 
her on.  She wanted more.

She busied herself with the bloated lips of Karin’s tender 
cunt.  Manipulating her finger between the puffy creases, 
she eased another finger in and found the hard bud hiding 
at the top of the juncture.  A massage of incredible 
sensations followed until she heard the hanging girl gasp 
and saw her shudder in climax.

Sandi smiled to herself.  She still had some work to do, 
but she wanted to get this young woman in bed.  It was a 
new feeling for her.  She lightly touched Karin's body as 
the bound girl calmed down.

"What happened next?"

"They slapped me," Karen said so softly that Sandi couldn't 
hear.

"What?"

"They slapped me, on my boobs."

Sandi took a light swing at her tits.  

"Harder."

She swung her hand with more force.  A light red handprint 
appeared on the white flesh.

"Harder!"

Sandi complied, and the attacked mammary moved across her 
chest away from the blow and then jauntily bounced back.

"Harder, damn it!  Harder!"

Sandi braced herself and swung with all her might.  

"Yyyyeeeeesssss!," sobbed Karin.  "More.  Pleeeaaassseee?"

Sandi stood before the begging girl and couldn't believe 
it.  She was working up a sweat.  She was going to ruin the 
dress.  This was too much work and it didn't really excite 
her.  But if it turned on the girl, it might make it easier 
to seduce her.  That was suddenly something Sandi realized 
she wanted to do.  That she had subconsciously intended to 
do since she had first walked in and seen the stripes and 
bruises covering Karin’s body.

Sandi started to hit her harder and harder still with no 
complaints from Karin.  Tiring, she quit and soothed the 
reddened flesh with dancing fingers and her soft, velvety 
lips.  Karin's heavy breathing slowly came back to normal.

Sandi spied something over by the wall and went and got it.  
She came up behind the hanging girl.  

"Did they spank you?" she asked, knowing they hadn't.

"No."

THWACK!

"They didn't?" she queried again when the yelling had 
subsided.

"No.  But Sam did."

THWACK!

"I guess I should stop, then, huh?"

"Oh no, you don’t have to!"  Karin thought fast, not 
wanting this session to end.  "If it will help you with the 
case, you should keep it up as long as you want!"

Sandi laughed.  They were on the same wavelength at last.  
She took the Ping-Pong paddle she had picked up, rubbing 
the sandpaper surface on her palm.  She proceeded to swat 
the rounded hemispheres until they were both a bright rosy 
red.  She was not sure, but she thought that Karin had 
climaxed two, if not three times during the spanking.  She 
shivered with anticipation.  This was uncharted territory 
for her.  Not that she hadn’t thought about it before.  Or 
read several books...

Sandi untied Karin's wrists from the pipes.  Removing the 
blindfold, she took her by the hand and led her upstairs.  
Karin stumbled at first until she managed to push down her 
briefs and step out of them.  She removed her top on the 
way upstairs and left it hanging on the banister. 

Sandi gently pushed her down on the over-sized bed in 
Karin's room.  Slipping out of the red dress and her 
panties, she laid down beside her new friend.  "You really 
liked that, didn't you?" she asked the quiet girl.

"Yes."

Sandi thought there was something more.  "I did it because 
I saw it excited you, you know.  I don't usually like 
violence of any kind.  I get enough of that at work."

Karin nodded, tears leaking down from the corners of her 
eyes.

"I'll do it again, if you want me to."

"No, that’s OK.  It just made me feel sad, is all.  It 
reminded me of Sam, and I don't even know who he is!  I-I-I 
m-m-miss him so m-m-m-much!"  The blubbering girl buried 
her face in Sandi's bosom and wept hard.  

Sandi stroked her hair, her back and her arm to comfort 
her.  She jumped when she felt a tentative tongue touch her 
own tear drenched nipple.

"Oh, did that hurt?" asked a tiny voice.

"No.  No that felt good.  You can do it again, if you 
want."  She mentally crossed her fingers.  She inwardly 
groaned as Karin raised her face from her tits and looked 
her in the eye.

"Sandi?"

"Yes?"

"I've never been, you know, uh, with a woman.  I have some 
questions.”

Getting no answer other than a surprised look, she 
continued.

"Will I have to give up men if I like it?"

Sandi hugged the innocent young girl to her and burst out 
in uncontrollable giggling.  Karin had gone through this 
before, and it was no more amusing to her this time than 
last.

Sandi finally got control of her giggles and kissed Karin's 
forehead.  “I don’t intend to give them up, Dear.  I love 
men.  I love to talk with them, I love to work with them, 
and I love to flirt with them.  Above all, I love the feel 
of their hard cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my ass.  

“Apparently, I am also irresistibly attracted to you.  This 
is new for me, too.  You turned me on so much I could 
hardly bear to interrogate you without seducing you.  It 
was only when you were completely cleared that felt I could 
come here.  I wasn’t sure why I came, even as I drove up 
the driveway.  Then I saw you at the door and knew I had to 
have you.  I have wanted you so much I wore out my trusty 
vibrator!"  They both laughed at her small joke.

Sandi kissed her forehead once more.  There were tears in 
Karin’s eyes that streaked down her cheeks and onto the 
pillows.  

Karin was quiet.  "You don't have to beat me anymore, if 
you don’t want to," she said finally.  "Will you teach me 
how to make love to you the way you like it?"

"I'll teach you how to make love the way you like it, too."  
Sandi kissed her on the nose.  "This isn't a chore, you 
know."

"I know.  I just want to please you so you won't go away 
like Sam did."

Sandi expected a flood of tears at the mention of the 
mysterious lover.  None came.  "She's more mature than I 
thought," she mused quietly.

Karin continued.  "I have a lot of empty rooms here.  
Couldn’t you stay with me?"  She hurried on.  "Not as a 
lover, or anything, but as a friend.  Unless you wanted to, 
uh, I mean, ..."  She blushed, her honest offer and her 
need for friendship having had an unintended, but 
wonderful, double meaning.

Sandi thought over the offer.  Free room and board, pool, 
sauna with the works, a willing bed partner that she was 
beginning to really like...Lots of possibilities....  She 
could get used to this, real easy.

"Sandi?"  The question interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Were you going to show me that stuff now?  Or later?"

Sandi rolled Karin over on her back and began to trace an 
imaginary path down the length of the tight body under her.  
"How about both," came the answer.

It was Karin's turn to giggle uncontrollably as Sandi's 
delicate tongue explored her navel.  She climaxed lightly 
from the laughter and the tickling.  That was a new 
experience for her. 

Karin placed her hands on Sandi's head and stroked her hair 
gently.  Sandi leaned into the strokes and sighed.  Women 
knew so much more about making love than men did.  Just 
soft touches and gentle pressures.  The pain that Karin 
could stand and still get off piqued her curiosity.  "Maybe 
under controlled circumstances..."

Her tongue continued to wiggle its way down the smooth 
plane of Karin’s flat abdomen to the forest of hairs that 
covered a pleasing mons.  She twirled the hairs with her 
tongue before probing deeper.  The aroma of heavy musk 
filled her nostrils.  She breathed in deeply.  The scent of 
Karin’s excitement was contagious.  She could feel her own 
arousal dripping down her thighs.  Her fingers traced the 
tracks of the wetness far down the silky skin of the inner 
thighs.  Karin was soaking the bed beneath her ass with her 
cunt juices.
The first touch of her tongue against the puffy lips 
brought a shriek from Karin and a little squirt of cum 
sprayed Sandi's face.
"Oh, JESUS, Oh, GOD, Oh SHIT THAT'S GOOD!" came from the 
top of the bed.  "Oh, Sandi, no one has ever....OH OH OH OH 
OH.  SHIT!  FUCK!  SHIT!  SANDDDDIIIII!"

Never one to be cheap or hold back, Sandi had plunged her 
hot tongue in to the tight box in front of her.  Karin 
continued to climax against the hard invader until Sandi 
could wiggle her tongue no longer.  Sandi was impressed.

"Maybe there’s something to all this pain shit after all,” 
she thought.  “If it can make her come like that, I just 
may have to give it a shot.  Maybe she could introduce me 
to Sam, too.  ....Nah, she loves Sam too much."  Sandi's 
thoughts suddenly drifted to a young patrolman in another 
district she had dated on occasion.  He had made some not 
so subtle hints in that direction once or twice...  
Maybe...

"Sandi!  Oh, thank you, thank you!  Let me do something for 
you, too.  Do you think we can we do it at the same time?"

"You mean '69'?"

"Sixty-what?"

"Here, I'll show you."

Sandi moved into the head to toe position favored by oral 
enthusiasts.  

"Like that.   OOOOHHHH!  You go girl!"

Karin didn't hesitate, but dived into her first pussy.  Her 
enthusiasm more than made up for her experience, but even 
then, Sandi swore she was a natural at this.

Sandi laid back and relaxed for a moment until she felt a 
pinch on her smooth ass.

"Hey!  Get to work down there.  You've got a job to do."  
Karin giggled  "Besides, there have got to be more tricks 
you can show me.  We've only got all night..."

They used most of it before they fell asleep in each other 
arms.

The next day Sandi moved into the room next to Karin’s.  
They made love occasionally - often - in fact, over the 
next couple of days and nights.  It seemed both of them 
were trying out the limits of their new relationship.  
Sandi brought a man home the first week to test it in a 
different way.  She watched for any signs of jealousy or 
competition from Karin.  The guy meant nothing to her and 
Karin could have had him if she had wanted.  But that 
hadn’t happened.

Karin had been polite, but cool towards Sandi’s date.  She 
didn’t try to flirt with him or steal him from her.  She 
had hugged Sandi fiercely before the couple went upstairs 
and told her she would sleep in the guesthouse if Sandi 
wanted her to.  She didn't want Sandi to be ‘inhibited’ by 
the fact that she would be right next door.  Listening.  
When Sandi laughed and said 'No', Karin winked at her and 
told her to 'Go get him, girl.'  

Karin listened to the sounds of their lovemaking all night, 
happy that Sandi was getting laid, and from the sound of 
it, enjoying herself immensely.  And often!  But in the 
darkness, her thoughts turned to Sam, and she softly cried 
herself to sleep, on her own, once again.

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