Nov 17, 2021

Preface: This is a story about two women. One of them, very strong, and dominant. The other ... soon to be. This story is fictitious, any similarities to real people are purely coincidental.

It was 7:55 am, a beautiful spring morning on Long Island. My shift would start shortly and we were waiting to clock in. The director of my machinist operations, John A, came over to the clock area and greeted the crew.

He shook my hand and said, “Dave could I please see you in my office for a moment? I have an offer for you.” Who knew that this offer would change my life drastically.

“Sure, be right there.”

He told me that he wanted me to go to a convention in Aruba to evaluate a new lathe for use in the CNC machining department. “I chose you because you have sixteen years of experience working as a machinist. Nobody else in the company knows the product and machines as well as you do.”

I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I immediately accepted. An all-expense-paid week in Aruba ... sweet. I received an itinerary of the machine demonstrations. Hot stuff, two of the events were being hosted by female machinists/instructors from our company. There are six female machinists in our company. Female machinists are a rarity, as machine work is typically male-dominated. Most people don’t know or have forgotten that during WW2, 95% of the machinist force were women ... Rosey the Riveter, et al. Takes a strong woman to make it to the top in a male-dominated occupation.

One of these instructors was Marlena, a very well-spoken, fifty-five-year-old pattern maker that didn’t look her age. A tall gal with legs that went on for miles. She was self-confident, intelligent, and very well-read. In my book, that spells sexy. She had a certain je ne sais quoi that made my dick hard just from talking to her. She exuded sensuality. Little did I know that she secretly had the hots for me. I would soon find out how hot.

The other instructor was a past lover of mine, Sienna. She was thirty-five years old and very pretty. She was brilliant when it came to lathes and milling equipment and was very well respected by everyone in the machine shops. She was a strong confident instructor/leader, yet oddly, a very quiet, almost mousey person outside of work. Unfortunately, the lass was sadly lacking in self-confidence in the bedroom.

I’m a male, a 40-year-old tool and die maker. I take drawings from the engineering department and use them to make and evaluate prototypes for CNC lathe tooling. You know, a big shot ... a legend in my own mind.

I went over to Marlena’s department and sought her out. She was operating an old Leblond lathe so I waited for her to finish before calling out to her ... safety first.

We chatted about the upcoming convention, what the hotel was like, dinner, nightlife, all of the new machines to be exhibited, etc ... She told me that she and Sienna had adjoining penthouse rooms that overlook the ocean. Sweet! I told her that my room was one floor below.

A woman wears a certain look when she’s on the prowl. She was giving me that look, “You know, you might not be spending too much time in your room...”

I was genuinely surprised. “You know, I think that we should have dinner one night and get to know each other a little better?” Boy did that sound corny.

She smiled at me again, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“You’re darn tootin, Rabbit!”, I said in my best Yosemite Sam voice. (Bugs Bunny reference for all you late millennials and gen Z)

She laughed, “Good. Remember, this rabbit loves a nice firm carrot, so make sure to bring yours.” She laughed again as my jaw hit the floor and my eyes bugged out of my head. I like a woman that knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. This one doesn’t play silly head games.

A week in Aruba with a hot cougar ... even sweeter. I owe you one John A.

The work week went by and on Friday we decided to Uber it to a quiet Japanese restaurant for dinner. The hot Sake was flowing like water, the udon noodles were hot and chewy, and the broth was spicy, much like Marlena. I found out that Sake makes her very horny. Guess who’s going Sake hunting when he gets to Aruba? We spoke as though we’d known each other for years. The easy conversation varied from sports to religion, lathes, and eventually, to sex. We were surprised to find that we’re both Atheists, that sort of explains why neither one of us is judgemental. Funny how the most judgemental people are the ones whose big book says, “Judge not”. I guess they missed that Sunday school lesson.

Forgive me, I digress.

We got to talking about our likes and dislikes regarding bedroom fun. She told me that while a big cock is nice, it isn’t everything. She’s had boring lovers with nine inches. Guys that just climbed on and humped till they came ... ok done. She’s had wild men with six inches that did everything they could to please her and succeeded in doing so. She said that guys with average size cocks had more to prove and always made the extra effort for her.

Having just six myself, I was happy to hear that. Who am I kidding, bigger is better. You’ll have to read on to find out how I came to that revelation. I told her that I fit into the second category. I will do almost anything to please my lady, and I’ll let her do almost anything to me. I draw the line at scat. Don’t leave me with a Cleveland Steamer and you can have your way with me.

She also told me that she likes pegging and using double-end dildos to connect her to her lover more thoroughly. My imagination is now running wild trying to picture that. She also likes the taste of a young lady ... hmmmm, I know a young lady that needs to be tasted.

I told her that Sienna, having been lonely for a long time, might lean that way with some gentle prodding and a wee dram or two of liquid courage. “She’s in the room next to you. If we leave your adjoining door open, she might come to investigate. I’ll have to plant the seeds very carefully though. She scares easily and doesn’t usually step out of her comfort zone. We were lovers once upon a time ... She feels safe with me. She might just...”

Marlena’s eyes brightened at the prospect of burying her face between Sienna’s strong thighs. “Ohhh, I would love to bring her over to the dark side, young Jedi. The force is strong with me. I just hope that your lightsaber is fully charged and up to the task at hand.”

I whispered, “You’re making me hard again Marlena. But fear not, my lightsaber works very well and I can procure some little blue pills ... just in case. This Jedi knight will not fail.”

She laughed and said, “Good, as long as you don’t start talking like Yoda. He sounds too much like Fozzie Bear and I’d probably fall off the bed laughing and break my hip.”

We hit it off that night, I wished that I had gotten together with her sooner.

She confirmed the address to her house in Muttontown with the Uber driver and we were off. Muttontown is a very posh neighborhood where grand homes are the norm, I’m impressed. How can she afford this on a machinist’s salary?

We arrived at her home and she invited me in for dessert. I began wondering if she was my dessert or if I was hers. Or both. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. No sooner had she closed the front door than her shirt, bra, and skirt were off. She was wearing a pink thong and heels, nothing more. She twirled in a circle, then kicked off the heels and ran like the aforementioned rabbit. I gave chase and found her hiding behind her bedroom door.

She closed and locked the door after I entered. “Now, there’s an obvious problem here, I’m almost naked and you’re fully dressed. We need to correct this fault before we get in the shower. I hope you wore clean undies.”

I set a world speed record for getting undressed. I told her that I had to pee first.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me through her bedroom towards the bathroom. “You can pee in the shower.” As she passed a closet, she opened it and retrieved a strapon with a rather long dildo attached.

I thought, “What the fuck have I gotten myself into ... locked in a bedroom with a dildo-wielding cougar. I’m doomed.”

Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, she cooed, “Fear not young Jedi, you will learn many things about yourself before the night is over and I am a gentle teacher. You will let go of things you fear to lose, like your anal virginity.”

I waved my hand in front of her, Obi-wan Kenobi style, and said, “This isn’t the anus you’re looking for, move along...”

She brandished the dildo like a lightsaber, “Your Jedi mind tricks will not work on me young Skywalker, now get that tight little ass of yours in the shower!” “ I have much to teach you.”

Ohhhh boy, did I mention before that I was doomed?

She locked the dildo in the harness...”Ohhhh, this is my favorite toy,” she moaned as it nestled between her thighs. The harness had a rear-facing dildo that slipped easily into her pussy and a knob that would rub her clit as she used the larger dildo on ... gulp! ... me! ... DOOMED.

She dimmed the lights and turned on the rainfall feature in the cavernous shower. It was like being naked in a gentle summer rain. Grabbing the liquid soap, we lathered up and gently washed every part of each other’s bodies. I never took my eyes off the dildo as it waved itself at me, right at ass height. She maneuvered herself behind me to wash my back and ass, using far more liquid soap than was necessary. Sneaky twat, she’s gonna fuck my ass using soap for lube! Ohhhhhh mamma, what am I gonna do!?

She hissed in my ear, “You said you would do almost anything to please your lady. Do I assume correctly that you’re a man of your word?”

I quietly replied, “Yes, I’m a man of my word, just ... well ... realize I’m giving you my anal virginity, so ... gently ... please.”

She squirted some of the liquid soap into my asshole like an enema and began to rub the soapy dildo between my equally soapy butt cheeks while whispering, “I told you, I’m a gentle teacher. Besides, I want you to enjoy this, and I’m pretty sure you will. Now, lean over and put your hands on the wall, assume the position. Slow deep breaths, relax. You’re gonna love this.”

I had gotten a good look at the dildo whilst we were soaping up, the head was very narrow and it wasn’t nearly as thick as I’d originally thought. ‘Ok, it’s thin, this might not be so bad, please let her be gentle’.

An old army saying goes, ‘there are no atheists in foxholes’, boy do I wish that I had a god to pray to right about now. Please let her be gentle! I was rudely awakened from this silent prayer by the firm, but gentle intrusion of her rubber phallus. I hadn’t been paying attention and my anus had just relaxed enough for her to slide it in almost halfway.

She cooed, “See ... you’ve already taken half of it. Deep breaths ... deeeep, like the dildo in your pretty ass. Only eight more inches to go.”

Eight more inches! A sixteen-inch dildo!? That should be illegal! But ... it feels ... admit it, Mr. Macho straight guy, it feels fucking great! I would never have thought receiving anal would feel good! It was filling me up! As it inched its way northward, I could feel it moving through my intestines. Oh, I like this ... I wanted more! I started to push back against her, trying desperately to impale myself on all sixteen inches. Then I felt the harness against my ass. I continued to push against her.

“See, I told you it would feel great. It’s all the way in! And you’re still pushing back like you want more! I should have brought the big dildo.”

“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck! I do want more! I want to feel it moving inside me!”

She poured more liquid soap on my dilated asshole and grabbed my hips... “Yeeeesss, please fuck me, just don’t rip me apart.”

She was now in command, and I was about to be fucked as I’ve never been fucked before. She pulled out about eight inches then thrust into me hard ... Out easy ... slam ... in. She built up a rhythm that was fast and deep. Slam, slam, slam ... on and on it went. She reached around and started jerking me off. This babe knows her stuff. I’ll gladly submit to this again.

Then she slowed and pulled it out all the way. ‘Wait! Nooo! I haven’t cum yet!’ I was turned around and made to lay back on the padded granite bench. She squatted and pushed my legs back towards my chest and expertly reinserted the lance. The dildo was slowly advanced ... more soap ... the final eight inches were in again. As she squatted and pumped, she held my legs over her forearms. Strong machinist’s forearms! Fuuuuck! She’s as strong as an Ox!

Note to self, Never piss her off.

She began to hammer me with long deep strokes that constantly massaged my prostate. Semen began to leak from my cock. After five minutes of anal savagery, I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I had reached the breaking point.

I grabbed my cock and my fist flew up and down keeping time with her pelvic thrusts ... I bellowed, “OhhhhhMaaaaarrrrleeeeeenaaaaaaaa!!!! As ropes of semen jetted out of me. I aimed the blast at her, hitting her square in the face with the first two wet splashes. She licked what she could off her lips, never missing a beat ... slamslamslamslam! The last of my cum didn’t so much blast out, as drool out. I was done. Ripped apart at the anus ... drawn and quartered ... done. I hoped that I wouldn’t bleed to death.

I hadn’t been able to pay much attention to her during this epic onslaught, but I vaguely recall hearing her scream a few times from the dildo in her twat. Every time she thrust into me, her dildo twisted forward and slammed into her G spot and clit. My ragged breathing slowed and my heart rate went from full-on wild gallop to an easy trot.

I was still alive ... alive and wondering what my poor asshole was thinking. I could hear it deep in my bowels... ‘What the fuck was that!? What did that she-devil do to me!?’ ‘Shut up asshole, it was fucking great, even if I have to wear a diaper for a week ... it was so worth it.’

She was proud of me, she was proud of herself too, “You trusted me, I think the trust was well placed. You stepped way out over the line and, more importantly, you kept your word. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Now I’m gonna pull out slowly, there may be a little poop, but don’t worry because I have the handheld showerhead if we need it. Here we go.”

She slowly pulled the dildo out, inch by inch until it flopped out of me like a long, overused cock. “Try to tighten your butthole. Wow!, There isn’t any poop on the dildo, you must have gone before we went to dinner.”

I finally could focus on something other than my ravaged asshole, “Yeah, I did the three esses before I left. Shit, shower, and shave. I’m glad I did. That would have been fucking embarrassing. As far as tightening my asshole ... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tighten it again. With all that soap lube, I’m gonna fart bubbles for a year. I need a large cork.”

Laughing, she leaned over and kissed me gently on the tip of my cock, “Haa! Bubbles ... I like bubbles. I know, maybe a little lemon juice will get you puckered up.”

Considering what she had just done to me, the thought of her giving me a lemon juice enema seemed relatively normal.

I needed help standing, she held me up with one arm and used the handheld shower to rinse the soap off of us. She’s fucking strong, I weigh 230lbs and she’s holding me up with one arm! I told her that she still had my cum all over her face.

She looked in the mirror and then back at me, “Why don’t you lick it off and then kiss me with it in your mouth?”

What the fuck have I got to lose? I already had a sixteen-inch rubber cock in my ass, a mouth full of my semen isn’t gonna kill me. So I surprised myself for the second time tonight. I licked my cum from her face and kissed her, swapping spit for cum. The teacher was right, I was learning a lot about myself tonight. 1. My cum is sweet. 2. Bigger is better. 3. I still had to pee.

I sat on the toilet to pee, not trusting my legs yet. I also squirted out a load of liquid soap. My asshole was sore as fuck, but at least it was squeaky clean. I went to her bed to lay down. I needed to rest from my anal deflowering. She brought coffee and some itty bitty pastries. We sipped and ate in silence for a while.

She asked, “Do you really think that Sienna will let me make love to her?”

I thought for a moment, “yeah, If you tell her you want to make love to her, she might. Making love, not fucking. She’s very sensitive and has been without any love since we stopped seeing each other. The one thing she needs is a gentle hand.”

We discussed ways to loosen Sienna’s tight moral belt. Once the belt was off, her panties would very likely follow.

Over the next week, Sienna and I discussed such topics as societal norms and mores. Why does society get to tell us who we can or can’t love? The rules change with the times. In the 1950s homosexuality was considered a sickness. Seventy years later, it’s socially accepted. Don’t let anyone tell you who you can or can’t be with. I think she understood what I meant. I told her that she was missing out on some great people and some fantastic sex because of how she viewed religious and societal rules.

We all flew down to Aruba and were greeted by hotel staff, “BON BINI NA ARUBA!” Welcome to Aruba in Papiamento. The hotel was a huge affair with some fourteen floors, a casino, and a convention center. I went up to see the penthouse rooms with the ladies. Three-room suites are what they were. Bedroom, living room, computer office, huge bathroom, and a large terrace overlooking the ocean. I could deal with this for a week.

I asked how the two of them got penthouse suites and management got regular rooms. Even the CEO had a standard room. Apparently, Marlena comes from old money. She paid for the room upgrades.

The ladies took a tour of the grounds and headed for the beach while I made dinner and room arrangements. We had decided that I would stay with Marlena and give up my room at the hotel. Saves money for the company, it also puts me closer to Marlena’s pussy ... and maybe Sienna’s as well. The gears are turning...

The girls spent time on the beach, soaking up the Aruba sun. The beach was nearly empty, and there were only a dozen or so patrons at the beach bar. I watched from my shaded cabana as Marlena rubbed suntan lotion all over Sienna ... ALL over Sienna. She kissed Sienna’s feet and massaged her legs, then worked her way up her back to her shoulders and neck. Marlena told her to turn over so she could do her front. The look on Sienna’s face was one of shy nervousness. Tread lightly, Marlena ... very lightly.

I could hear Marlena talking to Sienna in an attempt to relax her a bit. When Marlena’s lotioned hands reached her breasts Sienna became tense. Marlena spoke softly to her, gently massaging the tops of the young breasts. Sienna started to relax and appreciate Marlena’s delicate touch. At one point, Marlena’s hand must have brushed across a nipple, because I saw Sienna’s hands tightly grip the lounge chair and she thrust her chest up to meet the massaging hands. Shields are weakening ... now at 50% Captain Kirk.

Marlena knows her way around a machine shop and seems to equally know her way around the female defense system.

Occasionally, Marlena would wipe her hands and feed her young lady friend a strawberry or a piece of slippery mango. Deftly holding the fruit just out of reach so that Sienna would have to make an effort to suck it into her mouth, and also suck a finger in at the same time.

Fuck! I had a tent growing in my swimsuit. This was so hot, that the bar patrons had stopped talking in order to watch Marlena’s erotic show.

Marlena’s hands slowly worked their way down to the bikini line and massaged lotion all over her exposed skin ... the front of her thighs, down to her toes, and then up again.

Too suddenly for Sienna, Marlena stopped and wiped the lotion from her hands, thus leaving her potential lover hanging. She was teasing Sienna, building her desire. Shields are down to 20% Captain Kirk!

I got up and walked over to them, bringing frozen Margaritas.

When Marlena had gotten up to use the beach shower and the ladies’ room, Sienna said, “She invited me to have dinner with the two of you and that she wanted to also have me for dessert. What did she mean by that?”

Oh, my young, naive friend, “What do you think she meant? Hmmm? Maybe she wants to feed you some of her forbidden fruit. Maybe she wants to taste your forbidden fruit.”

Finally realizing what I meant, her eyes grew wide, “Nooo, she didn’t mean that. Did she? Is she a lesbian?”

I laughed to myself, “No Sienna, she isn’t a lesbian, she’s bisexual. She’ll drive her car on either side of the street or right down the middle. She thinks that you’re a delicate flower that needs to open its petals to the sun. She wants you to experience the wonderful world of sexual freedom. She wants to be the one to gently open your petals and taste the sweet honeysuckle that is hidden inside.” Ohhh shit, I’m almost as slick as Marlena. She sure opened my flower.

Now a bit nervous, Sienna asked me, “What should I do? This is a bit frightening for me.”

“Sienna, almost everything frightens you, that’s why you rarely step out of your comfort zone. You need to take the blinders off and experience the wilder side of life.”

She looked at me defiantly, “Oh yeah! When did you ever step outside your zone? When did you ever walk on the wild side?!”

I had been hoping to avoid this ... I told her of my recent deflowering at Marlena’s hand or dildo as it were.

Shock and awe!! “You let her put a dildo in your butt!? Doesn’t that make you gay!? You didn’t really do that! ... did you!?”

How to say this so she’ll understand without judging... “Yes, she did do that and I loved it. No, it doesn’t make me gay. If a lesbian uses a rubber penis to get off, does that make her straight? No, of course, it doesn’t. Besides, anything that you do in the privacy of your bedroom is not open to the judgment of others. It doesn’t harm anyone, it isn’t illegal ... so where’s the problem.”

“You seem uncertain of what to do, so let’s try this. When we three get back from dinner, you go to your room, shower, shave, pee, and poop, and whatever else it is that women do in the bathroom. Put the hotel robe on, only the robe. I’ll leave our side of the adjoining doors open. We’ll play some jazz on the sound system, and when you hear the music ... you make your decision. If you want to be with us, come into our room. If you don’t then you can go to bed. Either way, there will be no judgment.”

“I will promise you this. If you do decide to join us, nobody will force you to do anything, there will be no pressure at all. We’ll have some drinks and watch the sunset from the terrace, let nature take its course. I think you’ll enjoy this immensely. Just trust me as you always have.”

A moral battle was raging inside her head, but she hadn’t said no. At least she was contemplating the offer. Shields at 10% Captain!

After dinner, Marlena and I took a shower and dried each other’s hair. I said to her, “Zero hour.”

I plugged my phone into the speaker system, chose a long sensual Bossa Nova, and turned the volume up loud enough for Sienna to hear. I made sure that the adjoining door was open. Decision time.

One minute passed ... two ... three ... I was worried that she wouldn’t come, Marlena would be disappointed. Just as I had resigned myself to defeat, the door slowly opened. There stood a barefoot Sienna, wearing a white hotel robe, looking down at the floor like a shy frightened child. Marlena walked over to her, held out her hand, and softly said. “I’m so happy that you’ve come. Please come sit on the terrace with me.”

Sienna took the proffered hand and let herself be led to the terrace where the two sat on the love seat together, Marlena still holding Sienna’s tiny hand, “Would my lovely young lady like a banana daiquiri or maybe a mango margarita?”

Whispered breath, “Mango please.”

Marlena looked in my direction, “Dave, mango for this lovely lady, and I’d like a banana daiquiri please.”

Yeah, she’d like a banana ... Never mind. I brought the drinks and sliced fruit and sat in the one remaining chair. We sipped our frozen drinks in the warm evening breeze.

Marlena fed Slices of mango to Sienna, letting her fingers gently brush the young girl’s lips. Sienna closed her eyes and softly moaned. Shields at 2% Captain Kirk. Arm the photon torpedoes. My torpedo was armed and threatening to explode.

There is hardly any twilight in the tropics, so, when the sun sets, it’s like the lights are suddenly turned off. Darkness enveloped us quickly. The only light in the suite was a soft glow from the music system.

The mood was set, her defenses were nearly down. Marlena stood and again offered her hand. “I would love to dance with you.”

Sienna held her hand and followed her into the bedroom. They held each other and danced. Marlena set the rhythm ... slow sensual pelvic gyrating that works so well with the music of Brazil. Think of a slow lambada ... Everything in Brasil is about sex ... everything.

As they danced, Marlena pulled Sienna closer to her, they could feel each other’s heat ... they could feel an electric current where their bodies touched. Marlena leaned in and gently kissed Sienna’s lips ... so softly. Sienna moaned and returned the kiss.

Shields are down Captain!!

The kiss grew slowly as the ladies danced. Sienna began to explore Marlena’s mouth with her tongue. Her transformation was almost complete. The shy little girl was finally becoming a woman.

They didn’t need me so I sat on the terrace and watched them dance. And what a dance they performed, grinding slowly against each other. The kisses getting hotter and wetter, much like their lady bits. I could feel their excitement and imagined the delightful sweet juices that must be flowing.

When the song had changed, Marlena smiled at me and I went to them. I stood behind Sienna and placed my arms around her from behind. “May I unwrap this precious gift for Marlena?” I whispered in her ear.

Sienna nodded slowly almost imperceptibly. I untied the robe and slowly opened the front to expose Sienna in all her glory. Marlena stepped in and cupped the young firm breasts much as she had done on the beach. She rolled her thumbs across the tiny pink nipples and Sienna began to moan. They held each other and kissed again, this time there was passion and hunger in the kisses. They remained in this erotic embrace, kissing, exploring each other’s tongues, grinding against each other.

Gentle sweet Sienna then shocked us both. She untied Marlena’s sarong dress, pulling it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Marlena looked at me, eyebrows raised, pleasantly surprised. Sienna knelt down, tightly hugged Marlena around the waist, and buried her face in that fifty-five-year-old vulva, deeply inhaling through her nose.

“I can smell Hibiscus flower ... I want to taste you ... please ... I need to taste you!” Sienna growled.

It was Marlena’s turn to be the deer in the headlights, she had no clue as to how to react! This older ‘I’m in charge’ woman stood riveted to where she was standing. Talk about turning the tables on a pro ... wow!

Sienna didn’t waste any time. She slowly yet firmly pushed Marlena back onto the bed and pushed her knees up towards her chest. (sounds like what Marlena had done to me in the shower) Sienna looked back at me, “Come here, stand behind me and push her feet back and hold them there.”

This was no request. This was an order! Acting the obedient little boy, I did as I was told by this newly born ‘woman in charge’. I couldn’t even reply, I was so shocked.

When I had gotten Marlena’s knees to her chest, Sienna began to lick and kiss all around her glistening vulva, occasionally letting her tongue barely brush across her clit hood. Marlena’s breath soon became a ragged low growl of frustration as she twisted her pelvis left and right in a futile attempt to get her pussy in Sienna’s sights. She tried to grab Sienna’s head to force the issue, but Sienna told her, “NO! Put your hands behind your head and keep them there, I’m in control of this pussy now!” Marlena was very quick to obey this dominating lady.

Hoooooooleeeeee fuuuuck! Who are you and what have you done with mousey little Sienna?

She slid her index and middle fingers into Marlena’s sopping wet pussy, pulled them out, and licked the sweetness from them. She re-inserted her fingers and soon found the older woman’s spot. She completely engulfed Marlena’s hooded clit, she sucked it like a cock and rolled her tongue over it and round in circles. Talk about aggressiveness! Marlena would be lucky if her clit was still connected to her body when this was over. Between the savage oral attack, G spot massage, and being dominated, Marlena was soon overcome by one of those ‘once-in-a-lifetime orgasms. She now completely ignored Sienna’s order and grabbed fists full of the younger woman’s hair forcing her face deeper between her legs. She bucked against her face as she rode out this killer ‘O’. Marlena finally went limp and released her death grip on Sienna’s hair. Sienna sat back on her heels with an odd bewildered look on her face. A look that said, ‘who am I, what planet is this, who are you guys?’