The Lesbian Temptresses

CHAPTER ONE-2

"She was a real live one, all right, but if she thought I was through with her, she had another guess coming. Panting and gasping for air, Irene lay there too dazed to even open her eyes, to even bother with the usual protests the straight ones make the first time around - and they've got more rationalizations than you'd believe possible! So while she got her breath, I began kissing her lightly across the thighs, on her hypersensitive c******s and around the pulsating lips of her v****a. I let my face, nose, and lips caress the area, taunting and teasing Irene back into a state of physical rigidity. I easily recognized her responses and where she was at. It was torture to have my mouth so near her recently fervent flesh, yet it was too good to let me stop. Oh, I know the symptoms really well. Any well-loved woman recognizes them in another woman. Irene brought her quivering hands to my face as if to tell me to stop for a while, but I knew better. I knew she didn't really mean it. She'd come all right, but she'd come again and better.

"I slowly drew my fingers around her vulva, teasing her tender flesh, letting my fingertips roll the juicy folds of her cunt around and around. I knew damn well that I was torturing the girl, driving her straight up the wall with sensations she'd never known she could have. My fingers played, slithering around, testing the gaping, pulsating hole of her v****a, dipping in briefly, then dropping and easing gently into Irene's anal cavity. She moaned and wriggled under my touch, beginning to arch against me, groaning and writhing in total abandon to physical pleasure and her own desired satisfaction. I rested on one elbow and toyed with her, watching her twitch with my touch and enjoying myself immensely. That son-of-a-b***h GI would never get near her cunt again, not after I was through with her.

"Carefully and slowly, I inserted two fingers up inside of Irene's p***y, letting the walls of her v****a grasp at the entrance of my intruding fingers - grasp and suck at them, pulling them into herself. Then I inserted another finger until the girl's cunt was filled and the undulating inner tissue poured forth even more of her sticky juices. Getting sucked is great, but straight gals liked to get f****d, too, and I was going to give Irene a real treat.

"She kept groaning her pleasure, grasping at the material of the couch as if she couldn't believe the sensations she had, bucking her hips and pushing against my fingers to get them in deeper and deeper inside of her, all the way up her hot burning flesh. All the while, fingerfucking her like that, I kept my fingers moving inside of her, wriggling like little snakes doing a dance, curling the tips downward then turning my palm over and curling upward. She was going ape with the sensations I was giving her, and it was driving me wild. I could feel how wet my own cunt was even through my panties, and I remember wondering how long I'd be able to hold out before I'd come all by myself ... which isn't much fun.

"Then I brought my other hand down to Irene's cunt and pulled apart the folds of flesh about her vulva, teasing the silky hairs, and torturing her flesh with rhythmic circles that exposed her burning cunt to the cool air of the room, I tickled her throbbing, hard c******s. Using my thumb, I pushed at her anus, testing and pushing, letting the girl's passion suck my thumb into her most private opening. Just watching what I was doing to the kid sent me into such an intense state of lust that I was barely able to endure my own sopping cunt's demands. I had to do something to get Irene to want to suck me, and I had to do it fast - now!

"So I brought my lips to Irene's cunt gently and mouthed against it, 'Would you like to suck me, baby?'

"Now there's nothing quite like getting f****d and sucked at the same time, and since I was pretty damned sure she'd never experienced such thrills before, I figured she'd be very anxious to please me. I had three fingers up her snatch, and my mouth was right on her hot p***y. And I know damn well what it feels like when someone talks into your cunt - it's like a throbbing echo chamber of sensations, wildly tingling and reverberating. No sooner had I spoken than I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down harder on her p***y.

" 'Oh, God, yes ... I'll do anything ... I'll do the same for you ... but hurry ... hurry!'

"So much for the straight ones, right? And Irene wasn't kidding, either. She was as anxious to get me out of my clothes as I was, and we both frantically groped for buttons and zippers to get me naked. I was still finger-f*****g her, but I kept my mouth off her snatch and just breathed on it to torment her. It worked. It usually does. I don't mind telling you how hot I was ... doing a girl who's never had another woman just drives me insane with passion. Naked finally, I threw myself on Irene, rubbing my own hot craving breasts against hers, raising myself so that each breast could be sucked in turn, pushing my t**s against hers, then lifting them up so Irene could suck on my n*****s. I was too hot to fool around too long, so I lifted my torso and gradually dragged my dripping cunt over Irene's body, leaving my own juices along her sleek belly, and across the kid's t**s and throat. I raised up my hips, and using one hand, I managed to spread my own vaginal lips. Then I drove my hot, wet p***y straight onto Irene's mouth. 'Suck!' I told her. 'Take this hot cunt and suck it, baby, lick it, eat me!'

"Irene was a natural, she took to p***y like a duck takes to water. I was pretty goddamned glad that Irene was one of those who did. She eagerly responded to my command, running her lips across my dripping vulva, nipping at my flesh with her teeth, drinking my juices like an old pro and doing everything that I had done for her - pressing her nose inside my v****a, lapping from the anal opening and slowly up, up, until her tongue slid into my hole, wriggling, sucking, lapping, syphoning my ever-increasing flow of come into her mouth and savoring it like she'd been a lesie all her life. I knew I wouldn't last long so I shifted back into a sixty-nine position, and the two of us sucked at each other's cunts, stuck our tongues and our fingers into any opening we could reach, wrapping our arms and legs around each other. We pulled, pushed, squeezed, kneaded, blew, smelled, and lapped in a wild jerking frenzy. We both finally exploded into each other's mouths, every opening pulsating with our orgasms.

"Well, naturally, later on when we'd cooled off and were just sitting around enjoying a drink, Irene began with the 'I've never done this sort of thing before,' and all the guilt and recriminations. Then she started in with that favorite old song of love. Irene was already turning our apartment into a little love nest for happy les-ies. Who needs that s**t? And it's so damned typical of the first-timers. Why can't women just enjoy s*x - period. Thank you very much, it was fun, maybe we'll do it again some time and buzz off. But no, they've gotta make a big 'Love Story' out of it."

Female homosexuality is supposed to be a flight from the male s*x. Whether you are talking about the pre- oedipal conflict which is supposedly the basis for lesbianism if it goes unresolved, or unpleasant s****l experiences later on, the premise is that the woman is rejecting the man. Unfortunately, what is little understood, by either the masculinized woman or society in general, is that pressure exists for her to identify with the male. Forces operate within our culture to give a higher status to the male. This is felt by all young girls, the future lesbians as well as those who find other ways to compensate for it.

David B. Lynn, as co-director of a research project at the Institute for Social Research in Oslo, Norway, began to see certain patterns emerge in the area of s*x-role identification. Continuing his research at the University of California at Davis, subsequent research evidence, including a review of other studies done on identification, tended to support many of the earlier hypotheses. He set out to prove, and in most instances did, the following propositions:

More prestige, privileges, and prerogatives are afforded males than females, and more freedom is offered females in expressing preference for and adopting characteristics of the opposite s*x. Therefore, the following was hypothesized:

... A larger proportion of females than males show preference for the role of the opposite s*x.

... A larger proportion of females than males adopt aspects of the role of the opposite s*x.

There are, of course, many other significant hypotheses offered and discussed here which may be found in David B. Lynn's book entitled Parental and s*x Role Identification. For instance, the finding that "... both girls and boys perceive the father as stronger and more competent."

If we can agree that at some point in the mar turation process the girl must make a conscious decision to pursue the female as a s*x-object choice, then is it not logical that she will begin by emulating what she has learned? In other words, she has learned that a family, or a s****l relationship, consists of active and passive members and that it is "better" to be the active member. We are disqualifying, of course, any individuals who would come under the heading of the part-time or the totally passive lesbian.

Since the young girl has already been "schooled" in what society considers the more effective role, and since the contradiction of a flight to, instead of a flight from, the male role doesn't occur to her, she begins to take on many of the qualities that are associated with this role- And many that are not. At least, many that are considered undesirable, if not altogether fictitious. Women tend to perceive the role of the male in accordance with their individual experiences and, with the help of the media, by idealization and projection.

In the last few years there has been a trend, particularly among the youth, to consider no s****l act as inappropriate for a s*x role. The expression, "Whatever turns you on, baby," has become the ruling credo of many, particularly to some feminists in the women's liberation movement who find in it a demonstration of their philosophy. But these individuals are not homosexuals in the sense that the term is used here. They practice homosexual acts, but they are not "committed" to its life-style, nor are they necessarily compulsive. The girl who has excluded men as a possible s*x-object, who has not the sophistication to examine the use or misuse of roles in a relationship, and who finds it necessary to emulate the male, if not in dress, then in characteristics that tend to denigrate the female, is the girl alluded to herein.

One of the characteristics of the male, as perceived and chosen for emulation by many lesbians, is his obvious freedom to aggressively pursue the female. Moreover, it is expected of him, and it is a measure of his virility. Emotionally immature individuals of either s*x construe this culturally conditioned behavior pattern as a license to conquer. The male was imagined as not being interested in a "relationship" with the female, or even particularly with having s*x with an experienced and or consenting female. The challenge lay in the "skill" (deceit or force was not precluded) of the seducer to ravage a virgin. This condition is known as the Don Juan syndrome, and even the most amateurish of people-watchers recognize the self-doubt that is inherent in such a condition. The lesbian who chooses to emulate this "sickness" confesses three important things about herself. She prefers the male role, she has an immature conception of what that role is, and she .is not adverse to betraying her own s*x.