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Taste of What You Want
By Allison 


	When I tell people I am a lesbian they think they know me.  They 
think I listen to the Indigo Girls, that I cut my hair short because 
I'm acting like a man and they think I liked the TV show 'Ellen'.  
People assume lesbians are a separate species.  They either think we 
are girls having endless orgies with each other or they think we are 
women who have yet to meet the right man.  Some think we all write 
poetry while others think I must have had a tattoo by now.

	People might think they know lesbians but they don't know a damn 
thing about me.  I am a woman that likes other women.  I listen to 
country music and I thought "Ellen' sucked.  I am a lesbian but I am 
also a person with strengths and weaknesses.

	For example, take Geena.  Geena works in my department and her 
blonde hair burns an ache in my heart that spreads to my belly and into 
my thighs.  Geena and I make jokes about our boss together.  Geena 
always has ham sandwiches for lunch and some days she has turkey.  
Geena's lipstick is a soft pink that doesn't really match her 
complexion but no one has told her that or maybe she just doesn't care.  

	Geena was also straight.  

	The day she announced her engagement I got violently sick.  As I 
puked my lunch into the toilet I thought about some man's cock reaming 
my precious Geena.  I puked again as I thought about his hairy chest 
pressed against her full breasts and I dry heaved as I thought about 
his sticky semen spilling out of her leg.

	I went home early and Geena patted me on the shoulder as I 
gathered my purse.  She asked me if I would be okay and I almost 
started to cry.  I had never told her I was a lesbian because you learn 
a lot about a person when they realize you are a lesbian and I didn't 
want to learn that about her just yet.  I had never told her that I 
fantasized about washing her hair.  There was no way I could tell her 
now.  

	At home I got on my knees for the first time in a decade.  
Lesbians pray, but they pray to feminine ideals of God; some ancient 
barely remembered woman Goddess that helps them feel like they had a 
deity on our side.  I had always thought God was a myth but tonight I 
was desperate.  I needed to scream my wish to the universe.  At first I 
tried to pray to Hecate, Isthar or Isis but I felt foolish.  Dead 
Goddesses in hiding reminded me too much of myself.  I couldn't pray to 
God as I felt the Patriarchal Overlord had no love for me.  Perhaps as 
a modern woman I shouldn't have prayed at all but my grief was too 
strong.  I had to turn to something.  

I looked deep in myself and these are the words I prayed:

"Whomever listens to those in love or lust, please answer me.  I 
love a woman who doesn't know me.  I feel a consuming hunger for 
someone who would recoil at my touch.  Please don't let this beautiful 
creature get married to a man and please help this pain in my heart 
just go away.  Amen."

I went to bed.

For some reason I fell asleep in seconds.  My dreams were vivid 
and unlike most of my dreams, I knew this was a dream.  I was still in 
my panties but I was comfortable in my near nudity.  At ease I walked 
through strange forests and stranger plains.  The wind rippled through 
my short black hair and pushed me gently along a path that wasn't 
there.

My destination was a Crystal Palace that reared from the ground 
like a swollen phallus.  Past dark-skinned women armed with swords, 
past several gates that swallowed me rather than open and through a 
long hall of pink glass that bathed my skin in a soft glow, I 
penetrated the mysteries of this lair.  As I walked I heard the sounds 
of women moaning and men crying out but I never knew fear.  Onward I 
walked till I found the One who heard my prayers.

He sat on a purple throne that was made of satin.  His powerful 
body was twice my height and two heads sat upon his shoulders.  Both 
heads were bearded, one beard blond, the other red.  He was bare-
chested and beneath his silk pants I could see the stirring of a 
terrible and consuming lust.

"I am called WetTongue and the Thigh-Crusher," both heads said 
and I knew him.  He was born when Man first spilled himself in a Woman.  
He was there when a Woman first coaxed another Woman's thighs to open 
for her.  He was there when a Man first handled the cock of another 
Man.  I knew him just as all people know him in the dark lonely hours.

"You heard my prayer, can you help me?" I asked.  

Both heads smiled.  "You ask to tempt Geena away from her love.  
You ask that she change sexually for your own desires.  You ask that 
she become yours."

"Yes," I pleaded.  "Can you do this?"

"I can," he admitted.  "But there is a price."  

He rose and his pants melted from his body.  A thick swaying 
penis was revealed and I shrunk away from its disturbing sight.  He 
walked towards me and I heard all six hundred doors in the Crystal 
Palace lock around me.  The Thigh-Crusher wanted what all Men wanted 
and my knees shook because I knew I would pay his price.

"I will not help you rape her because Rape is for the cowardly," 
the blonde head sneered.

"I will not help you seduce her for Seduction is for the willing 
and she is not," the red head sneered.

"Both we can change her sexuality if you are brave enough to 
change yourself for one night," both heads asked.

I swallowed my revulsion.  "If it will get me Geena," I said.

"Beg me to take your body," the Thigh-Crusher demanded.

My cheeks burned with rage but I said, "Please take my body."

"Beg," he repeated.  His cock grew impossibly large.

"Please take my body and do with it as you will," I said again.

"Louder, slut!" his voices boomed.  "Beg like you want the fair 
body of Geena."

"Please!" I wailed.  My anger had dissolved into a desperation 
that I didn't know had welled up inside me.  "Please just use me!  
Please just fuck me like you want!"

His hands reached for my waist and picked me up.  I shrieked as 
he brought my chest to his heads and I cried out again as both mouths 
bit my nipples.  His mouths were so HUNGRY.  His tongues were wet and 
his teeth were sharp as he suckled on my small breasts.  My legs kicked 
helplessly as he held me in the air for his mouths.  My poor nipples 
were tender and aching before he had his fill.

Without warning his arms threw me up higher.  My thighs were 
spread around both heads as I was forced to mount his shoulders.  I was 
held there with his hands on my buttocks and I screamed as his sharp 
nails dug into my ass.  My panties were shredded by his teeth till he 
laid my sex bare.  When his mouths opened and I felt both tongues 
inside my sex that was when I began to scream with all my heart.  His 
heads shouldn't have been able to, but somehow both tongues were inside 
me and I could feel both sets of lips around my inner lips.  My 
clitoris was sucked on by two lips, bitten by two sets of teeth and 
whipped by two tongues as I writhed on his shoulders.  Despite my 
disgust I felt my body betray me.  I tried to wiggle out of his grasp 
but against my wishes his wet tongues brought me closer and closer to 
orgasm.

Just as I was about to climax, he dropped me.  I feel to the 
ground before him in a heap.  My breathing was in shallow gasps and my 
heart was about to burst from my chest.  I didn't understand my body 
anymore.  I had never felt this craving between my thighs before from 
the touch of a man.  It also made me angry.  It was like one of those 
bad male assumptions that any lesbian would turn for a man.  It didn't 
make me feel any better that this man was a God.

"You can stop now little slut-licker," he said.  "You don't have 
to surrender who you are.  Just walk away before you take more of me 
than you can handle."

"Just fuck me if you can," I said defiantly.

The demon grunted and his powerful arms tossed me onto my 
stomach.  He knelt down and lifted my hips back towards him.  On all 
fours I knelt and I had no time to prepare as his thick cock entered 
me.  He was larger than any dildo, larger than any hand of a lover and 
much, much hotter.  The heat of his cock enflamed my pussy as he rammed 
me on the crystal floor.  My sex could barely contain his girth and his 
fucking was knocking the air from me.  All I could hear was the sounds 
of his thighs slapping my ass painfully with each thrust.

I felt his clawed fingers grab my hair and pull my head painfully 
back.

"Can you truly handle me I wonder?" his voices mused.  "Or are 
you too cowardly to do yourself what you are demanding of your future 
lover?"

"Try me," I snapped.

He pulled my head back harder and I felt the impossible.  A 
second cock, just as large and just as thick, pressed against my ass.  
I cried out as it pushed mercilessly into my ass.  No lubrication, no 
warning and no pity were given as his second cock impaled my buttocks.  
His hands tightened around my hips as the Thigh-Crusher double fucked 
me.   Looking across from me, I could see my reflection the crystal of 
walls.  I'd never thought I would see the sight of me being used so 
forcefully by a man. 

I could feel both cocks stretching me as he plundered my body and 
I could feel my orgasm begin to return.  My mouth moaned in protest.  
No man had ever brought me to orgasm.  Climaxing on a cock was worse 
than being fucked by one.  I snarled as he pulled my hair harder but my 
body insisted on enjoying the pleasure he was giving me.  

When he pulled out, I actually whimpered in frustration.

"One last deed," WetTongue said.  "One last act to beg for little 
whore."

I turned and saw him handling his cocks.  Both rods of manhood 
were swollen and pulsing and I could feel the energy they contained.  
My ass and sex were raw but they were not what he wanted now.

"Please let me suck your cocks," I said.  My voice broke as I 
said it and I hated how vulnerable I sounded.  Worse, I hated how much 
desire I could hear in my own voice.  I wanted Geena worse than I had 
ever known.

"You may," he laughed.  He pulled my head to his crotch and BOTH 
cocks filled my mouth.  I choked on the taste of my ass and my pussy.  
His cocks filled my mouth to the point that my jaw was cramping under 
the strain.  Not that the Thigh-crusher cared.  He was pure lust.  His 
hands were tight around my head as he fucked my face.  In and out his 
cocks fucked my mouth and he cared little for teeth or my moans of 
protest.  He simply wanted and my compliance was all he needed.

"Your wish is granted," both heads moaned.

My mouth filled with cum as his cocks erupted.  Thick streams of 
sticky cream filled my mouth and shot down my throat.  My eyes bulged 
as I tried to pull away but his hands refused to let me go.  Swallow 
after swallow I consumed his cum and when he finally did let me go, I 
could feel his warm seed spraying my face and breasts.

I woke up gagging.  My face was sticky and my throat was burning.  
My ass was sore to the touch and breasts were tender.  I stumbled to 
the kitchen on weak knees, conscious of the desire that was burning 
between my thighs.  A gallon of tea couldn't wipe the salty flavor from 
my mouth.

The phone rang.

It was Geena.

She was having strange thoughts.  She said she felt a huge weight 
on her chest and there was something she had to say to me.  Could I let 
her come over to talk about it?

I thought of Thigh-Crusher's cock in my ass and I wondered if 
Geena would feel the same violation when I was between her thighs.

I thought of the WetTongue's mouth on my breasts and I wondered 
if Geena would feel the same revulsion when I licked hers.

I thought of the disgusting taste of cum in my mouth and how I 
just couldn't get rid of the taste.  Would Geena try to drown the taste 
of my pussy as well?

I thought of all these things and I thought of having Geena for 
myself and the toll it would take on her.  I knew I could stop this 
right now and one day she might go back to the way she was.  One day I 
could bring out the lesbian in her through seduction, persistence or 
just time.  It was no choice at all.

"Of course you can come over," I told her on the phone.   

The end.

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