The Lesbian Temptresses

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

"I suppose you expected some very butch number to show up, didn't you? Are you surprised? Here I am in all my traditional feminine glory, tall and graceful as a willow, chic down to my forty-three-year-old toes - manicured, of course - and not one whisper of the bulldyke about me. There's a good reason for that, and one that I learned very early in life: Never look like what you really are, unless what you really are is considered highly desirable ... something few of us can lay claim to. Right? So if you want to be a liberal, dress like a right-winger. If you're a thief, dress like a millionaire, and if you're unloved, look as if you're adored by thousands. It's a very sound strategy as old as Greeks bearing gifts in wooden horses, and I've never known it to fail - not once.

"If you're out of work and desperate, apply for a job as if you're doing them the favor. Why?

Because most people fall for first impressions and are totally deceived by them. If you want to continue the impression you've initiated, just carry on doing the same things. But - and this is important - if you want to reverse the impression, you can always make the switch and never be questioned. In fact, people'll love you all the more. Think about it. When you meet someone who you think is stuck up and a snob, and later learn that the person's really very insecure and that it's really only a defense mechanism, don't you instantly feel very close to that person, very protective?

"You must choose your impressions carefully, though. While a dynamic, successful impression can be converted to a shy, piss-assed, broke impression, the reverse is rarely possible. Once you've impressed someone as a neb-bish, he'll never believe that you're .capable of being anything else. If you come across as a winner, a supersport, then later reveal that you've lost your shirt, the world will only reassure you that you're temporarily down on your luck. But come on as a loser in the first place, and you're automatically cubbied as a bum and nowhere. So rule number one is always present yourself at the top, at the very best possible position in life. You can always reveal what you want when you're good and ready.

"Why should a liberal look like a staunch Republican? It's very simple. If you're going to talk politics, you are really trying to convince the other, guy that what you believe is better than what he believes. To claim any other mo- tive is self-deceit. So look what happens. You have long hair, wear sandals, espouse liberal views every chance you get. But you can never convince a Republican of your views simply because he's already pegged you as a fanatic pinko. But if you infiltrate, look like a Republican, and then you present your liberal arguments, the guy'll listen to you and think about what you have to say. You can win him over because he trusts your image, which looks like him. Naturally, the reverse is true, too. If a Republican wants to convert liberals, he's got to look like them.

"You see, the trick in life is to fully understand and accept the knowledge that 99 percent of the world's population is unsure of itself. They firmly announce where they stand and what they believe, and in the dark of their minds, they doubt their own words. And where there is doubt, especially the unvoiced kind, the sort that people would never dream of saying in confidence to anyone, there is room to maneuver. I don't care if it's incest or a bank robbery - everybody's got doubts. Me too. Certainly me too. The only difference is that I admit it, and when you admit something, it's not so likely that you can be conned.

"So, now you know why I go to a feminine extreme in my appearance - not that frilly froufrou stuff, but womanly, sultry, seductive. And that last is the name of my game - seduction. Straight women bat their eyes and weep and carry on, and they think that's how you seduce a man. Well, you might grab yourself a weakling that way. But I don't like weaklings, not male ones anyhow. The whole concept of 'seducing' a man is ridiculous, anyhow. There isn't a man walking who doesn't live by the dictates of his genitalia. Repressed or otherwise. Men really aren't much of a challenge, let's face it. But a woman is. A nice, rounded, ripe, juicy woman who's never had all her buttons pushed, who's never found out just how great her body can feel. Seducing a woman is thrilling, especially since she's been trained all her life to keep her private parts private. Yes, I can - and do - see the beauty in that kind of seduction. And for a woman to seduce another woman is even more of a challenge. It's an art form, poetry in motion. When I succeed in seducing a gal, I know that she thinks she's doing the most wicked thing possible ... and loving it.

"The only drawback with women, in general, is their emotionalism, their need to rationalize what they've done with loud cries of love and devotion. Bullshit! Hopefully, women's lib will change that outlook, help women to grow up and learn to accept s*x as a physical experience, beautiful unto itself, and nothing more. Let me give you an example. Guys buy Playboy and drool over the center-spread chick, right? They look at her t**s and think about how they'd love to sock it to her, to really give her a royal f*****g. Right? Now me, I look at that same chick and think of what a groovy time I could give her by showing her every erogenous zone on her body, how exquisite her body is for both of us, and I groove knowing that once I've made love to her, she'd never be satisfied with a plain f*****g again. You might say I'm something of a s****l evangelist, only my tongue doesn't wag in the air, baby, no way!

"Let me give you an example of what I mean. Right after the Korean War, I was sharing an apartment with a real nice kid about twenty-two, as I recall, blonde, dewy-eyed, and wild about a GI just out of the service. I was living in Milwaukee then, and there were very few eligible guys around - which suited my purposes just fine. I'd never bothered my roommate sexually - Irene was her name, yeah Irene - mostly because I didn't want her hanging around my neck once she found out how great s*x could really be. But one night, she came home all messed up, bruised a bit too, and crying her heart out. Sure, you've guessed it. Her boyfriend got tired of her goodie-two-shoes attitude, belted her a couple of times, and f****d her. While I knew that Irene wasn't a virgin, I also know that no woman likes to be screwed forcibly. The kid was so damned upset that she kind of got to me, and I took her sobbing body in my arms and began rocking her gently on the couch while she poured out What had happened. She began to calm down a little, and I got us both a couple of good stiff drinks and then came back and sat next to her - close. An experience like that can ruin a girl's whole outlook about s*x, and even before I realized what I had in mind, I had already begun seducing her. Without any hesitation at all, I gently began to stroke Irene's hair, her shoulders, her throat. I had already gotten a washcloth and her nightie ready. Little by little, I got her out of her clothes, and I began to wash off her body - gently, soothingly. Across her t**s, under them, watching her sweet pink n*****s shrivel into hard nubbins, then down to her rounded belly and around her groin where her blonde pubic hairs glistened in the soft light. I could see by the gooseflesh on her body that she was involuntarily reacting to me, and before she knew it, her knees had parted giving me a real nice view of her cunt. I began talking to her soothingly, softly.

" 'Men are such bastards sometimes,' I said and let my other hand roam to her breast, gently teasing the anxious little n****e. 'All they want is to stick their pricks in us, that's all.' Irene stared at me with glazed eyes, almost as if she were in another world. I could tell what my touch was doing to her. She knew what was going to happen next, still she couldn't quite believe it. Her body was quivering with desire denied her by her stupid boyfriend. Oh, yeah, she was ready for loving all right. Without taking my eyes from her own incredulous ones, I massaged her breast with one hand, and dipped the washcloth between her legs, just glancing at her cunt, with the other. Carefully, I leaned closer and closer toward her, and brought my hot, wet mouth over Irene's n****e, knowing the fire that I was sending through her body and feeling my own reaction deep inside my p***y. I rolled her n****e in my mouth, sucking at it from time to time, nipping tenderly at the stiff tip, while my hand continued to massage the fleshy mound, molding it so that I could take more and more of it into my waiting mouth.

"As if her other tittie were jealous, the n****e began to firm up, and while I continued to work my hot hand upon the kid's left breast, I moved my mouth, with little licking kisses, across to her other tit. Irene moaned her unmistakable pleasure, pushing her head back against the arm of the couch, closing her eyes. Her legs fell even farther apart.

"Notice how slowly I went with Irene. No pushiness, no rough aggression ... none of the treatment she was used to with men. I wanted this first experience with a woman to be like a sensory awareness class, an opportunity for her to learn about her own body - and how thrilling s*x can be. A woman's breasts can never get enough attention. Licking at her other n****e, pushing the breast higher so that I could kiss and lick the underside and Irene's rib cage, I felt her shudders of delight.

" 'Ooh ... that... that feels____'

" 'Don't say anything, baby,' I whispered back to her. 'Just feel, let yourself go and feel!'

"I raised my head and very lightly brought my lips to her, softly forcing my tongue into Irene's mouth to taste her sweet young tongue. Exploring the wet interior with little teasing darts, I let my full lips cushion against Irene's with a very light movement. All this time, Irene is umming and ohhing, neither helping me nor pushing me away. So I went back to where I started, dotting her throat with dozens of tiny kisses, and back down to her anxious breasts. The kid had a damned good body on her, all right. Oh, sure, I'd noticed it before just living with her, but it was more than just well-shaped, it was responsive - and that's the most important thing in the world. By then her legs were open, a direct invitation, but I knew better than to rush. Slowly, I kissed her body, around her armpits and her ribs, going lower and lower, delving into Irene's navel and running my tongue around and around. The girl's hips convulsed slightly, and she spread her legs even wider, begging for it. I strongly doubted that she'd ever been sucked before, and the knowledge that I'd be the first was turning me on like wild.

"I shifted my position so that my face was toward Irene's cunt, the damp musk smell of her p***y getting to me through the silken blonde hairs. Then I inched my way around the area, kissing and lapping at the muscle-taut place where Irene's thighs joined her hips. The kid jumped at the delicate touch in so sensitive a spot, and without any further hesitation, I thrust my tongue into Irene's vulva, letting my nose breathe against the pulsating wetness of her cunt, and working tauntingly against Irene's anus. I took the entire vulva into my mouth, sucking gently, lapping with a broad tongue, only to change my tongue into a pointed rod so I could push it in and out of her v****a, then switching back to the long lapping - stroking from her c******s down to her anal opening, feeling it twitch with the contact of my hot, burrowing tongue.

'"Sammy, Sammy,' the girl groaned. 'Oh, my God, I'm on fire, I'm______'

"She took a deep gasping breath as I sucked her c******s in between my lips and bit lightly, then rolled the hard nub around with my tongue, laving and teasing the slick cunt with my lips and tongue. She was terrifically wet down there and really exciting! I let my own hot saliva run from my mouth to mix with her juices, and I sucked at Irene's oozing with a slurping abandon. Sound is very important for exciting someone, it's just another dimension of s*x, so I'm a very noisy cuntsucker. Then I felt Irene's writhing, heard her moans love and guttural, and felt her frantic pitching against my face, thrusting her sopping cunt up and down, up and down. But I kept my tongue and mouth sucking at her, pulling at her, licking at her until I felt her frenzied lurch just as she screamed out her orgasm.