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Taste of What You Want
When I tell people I am a 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 and they think I liked the show 'Ellen'.
People assume are a separate species. They either think we
are 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 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 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 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 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 because you learn
a lot about a person when they realize you are a 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
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 to a 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 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
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 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 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 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 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 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 head sneered.
"I will not help you seduce her for Seduction is for the willing
and she is not," the 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 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 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
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 would turn for a man. It didn't
make me feel any better that this 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 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 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
"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
"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 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
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
"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 as his cocks erupted. 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.
after I consumed his 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 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
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 and I wondered
if Geena would feel the same revulsion when I licked hers.
I thought of the disgusting taste of in my mouth and how I
just couldn't get rid of the taste. Would Geena try to drown the taste
of my 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 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.
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