This is the second part of my novella, "And so, she cummed". It portrays Bisexuality as the prevailing theme.
Cast of Characters:
Bianca Floris: Protagonist.
Raymond Peter Evans: Viewpoint character and Bianca's husband.
Veronica Ryder: Jessica's sister and Bianca's classmate.
Jessica Ryder: Viewpoint character, Raymond's friend and an incesbian psychotherapist.
Jessica's story: A call in the night.
Most people believe that they lead a happy and successful life if they live in exquisite homes, make a large sum of money, and own expensive cars. As for me, I never felt that way. I made my living as a psychotherapist, had a beautiful house, and owned a white Buick Regal. Not all the luxuries without a partner can ever please a woman like me. Thanks to Ronica, I was not alone. For people, she was my little sister. For me, she was my mate. Yes, we loved each other!
The love bonded us as an inseparable couple. We were African American girls. Our oval faces, proportioned eyes, Nubian noses, full lips, and black hair were the features of our beauty. Nonetheless, Ronica looked a bit shorter and more feminine. Her hourglass figure was well-endowed; 38E bras and size 12 briefs were the snug undies for her. Unlike me, her hair was long and copious that she used to comb in graceful curls.
We made love and shared hot, intimate moments in routine. Every Saturday night brought us freedom and relaxation to make out for hours. Nothing out of ordinary happened and all went well.
That night, I unzipped and removed her see-through mini dress. Without taking my tee and trousers off, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her for a lip-lock. She snaked her arms around my neck and moaned as I sucked her lips. We closed our eyes, getting engrossed in the mutually felt warmth. My hands roamed over her back and down to her badonkadonk. It was supple like her tits. I loved to squeeze it and tickle her ass crack.
After a while, we broke the lip-lock. She grinned and said, "You are a big tease!"
I laughed, kissed her cheeks, and said, "That's because you love to be teased."
"And how long will you tease me?"
"You know the answer, babe. I can touch and lick your booty for ages."
"Um-don't you think we should try something different tonight?"
"No. I liked the way we made love a couple of nights ago."
"Ok. Let's do it again," she said shrugging her shoulders, and turned around.
I reached up and groped with her bra bands.
"Ah! Be gentle sis. You are pulling my bra," she said.
"Well, I have to. The bra is too tight for your tits."
"Yeah I know, but a soft touch is always welcome."
"Correct," I said, unhooking her bra. It went off in two shakes. Then I moved my hands around and clawed at her tits.
"Ouch! That hurts," Ronica complained. "Can't you be easy with me?"
"Sorry," I apologized and began to cup her tits playfully. She sighed as my palms rubbed on her nipples. I pecked on the right side of her neck, sucked her earlobe and murmured, "Does that feel better?"
"Mmm..." she moaned, closed her eyes, and turned her head. My lips brushed lightly on her shoulder, and I moved my head until our lips met in a soft kiss.
We went on with kissing each other and I pulled her tits all along. After releasing her lips, I licked my way down to her badonkadonk. My knees hit the tiled floor as I nuzzled into her ass crack. I fondled her along the wide curve of hips and began to untie her G-string. Consequently, the undergarment fell at her feet.
Ronica opened her legs, stretched her arms, bent forward, and propped against the wall she was facing. Her booty hit my face and I laughed. With a measured movement of my hands, I squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed them apart. Then I slipped my tongue out to lick along their insides, and so located her asshole.
Ronica gasped. The rim-job was shaking her for sure. She chanted, "Aah ... mmm ... yess ... yess ... like that ... mmm ... lick my ass ... mmm..."
Keeping her ass cheeks open, I poked her chocolate starfish with my tongue. It was as tasty as her cunt. Her body convulsed, and I went on with licking her hole in preoccupation.
Ronica gyrated her hips for the sensation, and the effect pushed my head off her booty. She yelped as I spanked her sharply.
"Next time, be careful," I told her.
"Nah," she replied. "That's the part of our games."
"Mmm ... Don't tell me your pussy needs my attention!"
She turned around and winked at me. I smiled at her, got on my feet, and made a gesture to our right. She nodded, walked over to the pillowed bed, and reclined there seductively.
Ronica stared at me as I took my tee, trousers, and undies off. For a brief moment, I ogled at her curvy figure and licked my lips. Her huge tits rose and fell in the rhythm of breathing. There was no carpet between her thighs and her pussy lips looked swollen.
Before joining her abed, I fished a toy out of the mahogany nightstand. It was a 10" strap-on with the curved and polished shaft. I strapped the harness to my groins and hips.
Ronica took me in her arms as I hovered above her. Our mouths met in a long French kiss and we patted each other lovingly.
After breaking the lip-lock, I kissed Ronica's chin and licked her down to the cleavage. She sighed as I touched her boobs, squeezing them and tweaking her dark brown nipples. They got hard and erect, marking her arousal.
I kissed her juicy tits in circles. She raised her arms up around the pillow as my lips closed on her left nipple. I opened my mouth and took as much of her tit as I could. The resilience of her flesh intrigued me to increase the suction. I moved my head in an effort to pull it. Consequently, it slipped out of my mouth.
Without further ado, I clamped my lips on her right nipple and opened them to take a mouthful of her melon. I held the supple flesh, sucking it hard until it was released like its counterpart.
I hanged around her twin globes and sucked them, releasing each nipple with a clamorous smack. Then I slid backward, showering her stomach with a trail of kiss. My lips brushed lightly on her mons as I fondled her thighs and pushed them open.
Ronica hissed as I ran my tongue on her snatch. The odorous wafts of her essence assured me that her vitals were brimming with desire. Hence I stretched her cunt open, licked the pink flesh, tasted the moisture that seeped out, and stopped at her pussyhole.
"Ah-Aah ... mmm ... mmm..." she moaned as I pushed my tongue into her cunt. Like a pink little cock, it went down the lubed passage and touched with her front wall.
Ronica's cunt was delicious and I wanted to taste it with passion. Hence I moved my head back and forth, and used my tongue to fuck her. She laughed and her breathing grew rapid as I ravished her hole avidly.
After a while, I took my tongue out and worked it up her slit. My lips closed on her engorged clit and I began to suck it.
"Aah ... aah ... mmm ... mmm ... mmm ... ooh ... aah ... yess ... aah..." Ronica chanted as I went on with releasing and capturing her clit. It throbbed into my lips and I increased the suction. With her arms still around the pillow, she wrenched the bedsheet and strained her torso.
I continued sucking her clit until my chin got soaked into her juice. Hence I moved down and glued my mouth to her quivering cunt. She reached down, grabbed my head, and humped her hips against my face. I sucked her cum to the last drop, licked her snatch clean, and took her clit again.
Ronica squealed in delight. Her stomach muscles began to contract and she got lubed in no time. I released her clit and rose on my knees. We smiled at each other. Then I held her thighs apart and bent down. Consequently, the glans of my shaft touched with her pussyhole.
I was about to enter her cunt but my cell phone rang up. We gave a start and our eyes fell on the nightstand. I frowned and swore, "Who the fuck is disturbing us?"
Ronica looked at me, "I guess somebody is calling you for an appointment," she said.
"Oh never mind," I rejoined. "Just switch it off! I won't let anybody spoil our night."
Ronica reached up but the call was dropped as soon as she touched the cell phone. "Well, I couldn't switch it off," she said, grinning broadly.
"Yes, the caller saved you the trouble," I said, and moved my hips to push the shaft into her cunt.
The cell phone rang up again.
"Oh shit," I said with a grimace.
"I'll switch it off," said Ronica and raised her hand to the nightstand.
"No," I snapped. "I'll do it myself."
She picked the cell phone and handed it over to me.
I stared at the screen and gasped.
"Hey," said Ronica, "what's up?"
Ray was actually Raymond Peter Evans, a handsome white man in his late twenties. He was our friend.
"Ray! But, why is he calling you at this hour?"
I shrugged my shoulders and answered his call, "Hello."
"Hey baby," he said. "What took you so long? You don't sleep before midnight, do you?"
"Oh my, just take a break and let me apologize for this," I said.
"Fine! Are you out of home?"
"Now that's a silly question. You know I don't go anywhere after ten o'clock."
"Thanks for reminding me. So you weren't sleeping, I presume."
"Yes. I was going through some-clinical problem I need to study."
"Ok. Is V sleeping?"
I looked at Ronica and replied, "No. She's right here, helping me with the study."
.... There is more of this story ...