SEALED TOGETHER AT LAST…AN INTROSPECTIVE JOURNEY
by A. Penman
Dear readers:
This is a sequel that has been in the works for a number of years. I hope that
you all enjoy it. There are some excerpts from the original story included.
A. Penman
THE PARTICIPANTS: Jasmine Greene and Cierra Brooks
Jasmine’s chest heaved deeply as she drifted in and out from a dream like trance
to awareness of the present tense. When she opened her eyes, the room was
spinning. But it was not a spin of drunken discomfort or hallucination caused by
a substance of any kind. It was the intoxicating spin of pure wanton sex, of the
rapt pleasure of flesh melded to flesh in fully requited lust. Waves of almost
unendurable satisfaction and excruciating sensations such as she had never
before known were pulsating from her loins. The warm visual haze cleared every
so often and her eyes focused on the soundproof ceiling tiles of the hotel room.
She was flat on her back - flat on her back and connected in the most intimate
way to another woman as they engaged in the singular act of lotus-eating that
could only be shared by two women. She had never before surrendered her pussy to
another pussy. Indeed, neither had the beautiful woman with whom she was now
sealed in cunt to cunt ecstasy. To Jasmine, this felt dreamlike. Yet the naked,
luscious cunt that was pounding into hers kept returning her to the exquisite
reality of the moment. This mind-blowing flesh connection was as gratifying as
they both thought it would be. Yet, somehow, it was far more profound and
coalescing than they ever dreamed it would be. This was the pure essence of
woman to woman, and it made both of them feel like they were suspended in time
and drifting through space.
As the ceiling tiles stared back at her, she noted the involuntary rotations of
her pelvis. Her hands were clasped tightly with Cierra’s hands. Their fingers
were intertwined. Jasmine was locked in. They were both locked in to this
coveted meeting and mating of their cunts. Every thrust, every rotation, every
subtle nuance and stroke of Cierra’s exquisite thickness into her own moist
flesh was met and matched by her. Both women thrilled deeply with each full
lipped wrestle and sucking together of their swollen labial folds and trembled
to their cores with each pulse pounding skirmish between their clitorises. They
both were giving as good as they got. But this was no surprise to either of
them. They both sensed from the beginning that they would be evenly matched, and
that this merging of their most exclusive female flesh would be so intense that
it would keep them fused together, relentlessly fucking and pumping orgasm after
orgasm into each other deep into the night.
************
But why was this matchup so eagerly anticipated - so completely necessary? How
could it be that two stunning women so grounded in their heterosexuality could
be so drawn to each other? And were they both so deeply rooted in traditions
that they were completely unaware of “alternative” sexual practices? Not hardly.
Both women had friends who were “into” other women - who had experimented with
and even boasted about their girl on girl liaisons. To be sure, both Jasmine and
Cierra were often aware of the eyes of other women longingly undressing them.
And while the idea of a body to body encounter did have a certain forbidden,
prurient appeal, they both had remained “pure” despite the increasingly casual
acceptance of such trysts that was all around them.
Yet despite their traditional mores, both women had become aware of the subtle
tension that had existed between them from the day they first noticed each
other. And with each subsequent encounter, no matter where it occurred, a
familiar tingling sensation in their breasts and an ache in their loins
manifested itself. Beneath the surface and below the waist, a smoldering
restlessness existed between them. Try as they might, these sensations could not
be subjugated. With each chance encounter at some cocktail party, or with each
casual smile and nod to each other at some local art or charitable event, their
erotic attraction to each other rose to the surface. It had come to a point
where it could no longer be casually dismissed. And it was only gaining in
intensity.
Jasmine and Cierra, two strikingly beautiful women who were entangled in the
same highbrow social circles, who had never been formally introduced…so drawn
together…so perplexed by their longings…so in need of physicality…so hungry for
body contact. An explosive encounter seemed imminent.
Protagonist number one-
Jasmine Greene: A physically fit and strikingly beautiful twenty-eight year old
blond with long straight hair down to her proudly curvaceous ass. She stood five
foot six inches tall and had mesmerizing ice blue eyes with full lips and
complexion so smooth and clear as to require almost no makeup. Jasmine was quite
proud of her devastating figure that boasted flat, tight abs, a perfect
pear-shaped ass and long, smooth and perfectly proportioned legs. Indeed, the
only part of her body that seemed out of proportion were her massive E sized
breasts. Yet every time that she stood naked in front of a mirror and filled her
hands with her two delicious beauties, she smiled at herself and resolved to do
the best she could to live in harmony with this wondrous bounty of soft feminine
flesh.
Jasmine was a smart go-getter who had worked her way up the corporate ladder
without having to “sleep her way to the top,” as she was fond of saying. With
her casual wit and charm, she managed to fend off almost daily sexual overtures
from horny men and what she herself considered very hot looking, and horny
women. There was an especially gorgeous account manager named Silvia with looks,
style and a body to die for who was especially eager to get between the sheets
with her and fuck. Silvia was a no nonsense woman. Her sales pitch was
directness. She really wanted to bed down the well endowed blond. And while she
was not quite obnoxious about it, Silvia took any available opportunity to point
out to Jasmine how incredibly hot it was when two busty women matched tits and
pussies as they rolled around in a fervid body on body encounter. Jasmine would
always let Silvia know how flattered she was to be desired by such a beautiful
woman. But then she would very politely tell her “No thanks, hon. I mean, you’re
gorgeous and all, but I’m a traditional gal.”
Still, every so often, especially when Silvia would lean in to offer a close up
view of her astounding cleavage, Jasmine did indeed find herself musing over how
her tits might match up against Silvia’s gorgeous rack and questioning what was
normal.
Protagonist number two-
Cierra Brooks: An equally firm and fit twenty-seven year old beauty who stood
five feet seven inches tall. She had jet black hair that stopped just above her
pronounced butt curve and dark soulful eyes that were in stark contrast to
Jasmine’s. With a body that was curvaceous and toned from regular workouts, she
also found herself standing naked in front of her mirror caressing her lush,
full breasts and feeling thankful for her womanly abundance. That gorgeous body
in the mirror before her drew the daily woos of men around the office and
everyplace else. But what Cierra found even more intriguing was the regular
sexual overtures she received from other busty, beautiful women. So far, she had
resisted all come-ons. But there were times when she stood naked and in awe of
her own reflection and she could not help thinking “Look at you! No wonder so
many women want to match bodies with you!” She wondered if she could ever cross
that line. What would it be like?
Cierra’s personality was a bit more laid back, but she had also worked her way
up from an entry level position at one of the city’s most prestigious real
estate agencies. Using an almost lethal combination of looks, brains and charm,
she had become a rising star on her way to eclipsing all sales records for an
individual agent. Thanks to her skill and enthusiasm, business was booming at
Morton-Williams Realtors. Cierra could close a deal. It also didn’t hurt that
her large, attention demanding breasts could melt the heart and open the wallet
of any potential buyer, whether male or female.
She was not a narcissist, but whenever she attended a party or a fund raising
event, she could not help enjoying the looks of men and stares of women that her
body regularly elicited every time she walked into a gathering.
Although recently, at a few of these events, it became obvious that she was not
the only woman who was turning heads and getting the kind of attention that she
was used to getting. An astonishing blond had begun to draw eyes of admiration.
Was she stealing Cierra’s thunder? Was the beautiful brunette jealous? Probably
not…Perhaps a bit. But Cierra simply could not deny that there were certain
conflicting feelings stirring within that were new to her - feelings and
sensations that sprung from her soul and from her deepest, darkest desires.
Then one day at an afternoon fundraising event, while casually chatting with one
of the event hosts, she noticed the enigmatic blond across the room - the same
stunning blond she had noticed many times before. They made eye contact - deep
soulful eye contact. Cierra felt her insides churning. She could no longer
contain her curiosity. Only half paying attention to what the host was saying
because she was distracted, she interrupted him in mid sentence.
“Excuse me, Harold. Who is that attractive blond woman?”
“Where?” he asked.
“Don’t be obvious. As casually as you can, look across the room.”
The host accommodated her. Then he turned back and smiled at her.
“That very attractive woman…I believe her name is Jasmine Greene. She’s a rising
star at the Coleman-Devereau ad agency.”
“She’s lovely!” Cierra observed without reservation. It was a casual
understatement of her true feelings.
“Would you like an introduction, Cierra?”
“No. That’s not necessary now. I’m sure that we’ll meet eventually.”
What the striking brunette didn’t know, and the host refrained from telling her,
was that Jasmine had asked about her once or twice before.
“I’m sure that you will.” the host said, with an undertone of sarcasm.
Harold chuckled to himself and thought “I’d like to be a fly on the wall when
you two finally do meet.”
Cierra knew exactly what he was thinking.
“You’re a pervert, Harold. Fuck off!”
The well endowed brunette then turned to walk away. Her gait was such that it
caused her fulsome breasts to vigorously ripple and bounce above the plunging
neckline of her dress. This wondrous vision of breasts moving rhythmically in
stride was not lost to a pair of ice blue eyes across the room…Jasmine’s eyes.
About fifteen minutes later Cierra found herself on a lovely patio facing a
meticulously landscaped yard. There were several types of budding, soon to be
blooming flower bushes. It was a perfect setting in which to gather her thoughts
on a warm, early June afternoon. A few of the other guests were casually
meandering from inside the house to the lovely yard. Cierra stood, absorbed in a
lovely warm breeze, admiring the beauty of this place and convincing herself
that it was only a matter of time before she would own a house such as this.
Then she herself would be able to indulge in the pleasures of gardening and
landscaping. And for the briefest of moments, other pressing thoughts had
slipped away. For the briefest of moments…
“In a few weeks, these flower gardens should be quite lovely, don’t you think?”
The voice came from directly behind her. It was a soft, lilting voice that she
had never heard before. But there was no doubt in her mind to whom it belonged.
Her chest heaved slightly as she turned to face the devastating blond woman. She
was holding two glasses of white wine, and offering her one.
“The bartender said that you were drinking Chablis.” The blond smiled and
nodded.
“I am indeed. Thank you so much!”
The two women clinked glasses and sipped, with their eyes fully engaged.
“I’m Jasmine Greene.”
A soft hand of introduction was offered and accepted.
“I’m Cierra Brooks.”
They clasped hands and shook firmly, with a slight hint of aggression. Both
women thought how fitting this was - and how stimulating.
“Lovely to finally meet you, Cierra.”
“And you, Jasmine.”
Their smiles were warm and inviting. But the language of their bodies spoke
openly of seduction and confrontation. Without any uneasiness, both women
assessed each other from head to toe. As each woman now understood her fate, so
too did each woman now sense the complete loss of prior inhibitions. Their eyes
met again as they sipped wine.
“You’re quite beautiful, Cierra.”
“As are you, Jasmine.”
This acquiescence to each other was a symbolic offering by both women. They now
knew. They took a few more seconds to allow their gazes to openly linger on the
lavish swell of each other’s cleavage that was now quite noticeably rising and
falling over their low cut gowns. A quick look around revealed that, except for
a few meandering stragglers off in the garden, they were pretty much alone.
Jasmine broke the silence.
“Harold mentioned that you had asked about me.”
“Harold is a meddling fool.” Cierra responded, slightly annoyed.
“Why do you say that?” Jasmine was puzzled by this. Then it hit her.
“Oh. I get it. Now you feel you’re at a disadvantage because I know you asked
about me.”
“At the very least, a bit vulnerable.” the busty brunette responded sheepishly.
“Well, you needn’t feel like that Cierra.”
“Oh?”
“Apparently Harold didn’t tell you that I’ve been asking about you, too.”
Cierra could feel a bit of light headedness. She noticed that her nipples were
hardening and between her thighs she sensed moisture. Jasmine then took the
first step that would take the two women past the point of no return .
“I’m a little unsure of myself here, but I’ve been told this is what I’m
supposed to do.”
She held out the first two fingers of her right hand in a “V” and offered them
to Cierra. The blond then watched with lascivious pleasure as the brunette’s
breasts began to surge over the top of her dress.
“Do you know about this, Cierra? Do you know what it means?”
“I do indeed. It’s something that I always found kind of intriguing, but never
seriously considered. That is…” Cierra paused, took in a deep breath and
continued. “…until I saw you.”
It was the universal signal between two women that a challenge to meet and lock
thighs was being issued. An invitation from one woman to another to meet
privately and engage in an ancient ritual that’s exclusive to women - the
meeting of cunts.*
“I’ve been informed of it’s meaning a number of times.”
“Let me guess. You have a woman in your office who wants to sleep with you.”
Cierra smiled with a hint of sarcasm.
“At least one.”
“Yeah, me too, Cierra.”
Jasmine could barely control her excitement as Cierra slid two fingers into
hers. The soft flesh at the base of their fingers met and they rubbed softly but
assertively. Both women felt their clitorises harden in a thrilling response.
“I’ve also been told that no earthly pleasure can compare to this.”
“Well then, sweet Jasmine, this is where it begins for us.”
“Challenge issued.” Jasmine stated.
“Challenge accepted.” Cierra smiled as she worked her fingers deep into
Jasmine’s and locked them tightly.
************
And so, within thirty minutes the two women excused themselves from the
gathering and found themselves driving to the closest hotel. This is how they
came to be stretched out on a king sized bed in room 416 at a luxury hotel, deep
into each other’s scissored, silken thighs and engaged in a profound, shameless,
inexorable cunt fuck.
Flat on her back, naked as the day she was born, Jasmine’s womanly body writhed
as she matched her pelvic rotations to Cierra’s. Stroke for stroke, two
overheated women were avidly laying into each other with total, reckless abandon
as their vaginal lips now finally sealed together in the ultimate resolution of
their mutual fuck fantasies. Jasmine and Cierra, two powerhouse women, grinding
their opulent pudenda into each other in a sexual meeting that had become so
necessary for both women.
As her womanhood folded into Cierra’s, and the juicy sounds of fucking could be
heard, Jasmine could feel her massive breasts rocking on her chest. She smiled
as she recalled the delicious events that took place almost immediately after
they checked into the room.
************
Cierra locked the door behind them and made sure to flip the “do not disturb”
button. Jasmine looked beautiful and amazingly alluring as she leaned in to
check the firmness of the mattress, her massive tits almost pouring out of the
top of her gown. On her way to meet Jasmine, an extremely aroused Cierra
unbuttoned herself and slipped out of her gown. It was tossed aside when the
blond turned to face her. Jasmine was awe struck by the sight of Cierra standing
and facing her in only her g-string and bra. Her body responded. No more polite
pretense. No more private suppressed yearning. This was it!
As soon as Jasmine peeled off her dress, Cierra was on her and the two came down
onto the mattress with a thump and a splat. They locked in a passionate kiss as
they rolled over and over, matching their hungry bodies heatedly to each other.
The two overheated cats wrestled and tongued each other deeply. Saliva oozed
from the corners of their sealed mouths. Bras and g-strings were then worked off
with expertise. Finally the two could feel the full measure of each other’s
naked body pressed against theirs. Jasmine and Cierra, now locked in woman to
woman concupiscence.
“Oh FUCK!!!” Cierra cried out in ecstasy, amazed by the thrill of their bodies
at long last fusing skin on skin. All of those hot women who wanted to bump and
grind with her…they were right!
“Give me those tits, bitch.” Jasmine demanded.
“With pleasure, slut.”
Cierra then moved her eager breasts into perfect alignment with Jasmine’s.
Matching nipples to nipples, Cierra then crushed her generous tits into the
blond’s full rack. Jasmine cried out in pure ecstasy as she felt her hard
nipples match up with Cierra’s. The four projectiles seemed eager to tease and
fight each other. But it was the full measure of the brunette’s amazing tit
flesh squashing tightly to her own full breasts that made her cry out in
uninhibited bliss. How long they had secretly craved this meeting of breasts and
bodies!
But what Jasmine could not understand was how she was able to fend off the
advances of so many other highly attractive women with ease. Yet somehow only
Cierra held the key that would unlock her fearful, deeply hidden desires. Not to
mention that what she was doing right this second flew in the face of outdated
beliefs and all that she had been taught by sanctimonious clergymen who had
admonished her for “impure thoughts” while they themselves could not avert their
eyes from her young, developing body. Fuck those hypocrites! Jasmine was where
she needed to be -where she wanted to be. She was going to mingle spit and sweat
and juices and fuck this hot bitch, tits to tits and pussy to pussy for all she
was worth.
Their arms wrapped around each other in a crushing embrace. Jasmine felt waves
of electrifying pleasure wash over every square inch of her supple flesh.
Nothing she had ever before experienced felt like this. She rolled Cierra onto
her back, wanting to show aggression. Thrilled by this, Cierra spread her legs
and tilted her pelvis upward in a brazen challenge.
“Come get what you want, Jasmine. My pussy’s ready.”
“I’m gonna fuck that cunt of yours raw, you slut!”
“Quit trash talking and bring it, whore!!!” Cierra taunted.
Jasmine’s ice blues locked with Cierra’s deep browns. And then she brought it.
She dispatched a downward thrust that deposited her thick, wet cunt and her hard
clit into the folds of Cierra’s engorged cunt. At first hard and furious, like
two savages finally coming together to lock in battle, the kissing was fierce
and the writhing of their naked bodies against each other was tumultuous. But
after the first few orgasms, they both mellowed out and relaxed into a groove as
they continued to fuck with their entire bodies. And for the next hour, they
rolled and fucked and wrestled and fucked and moaned and groaned and sucked each
other’s tongues and fucked as profuse amounts of sweat caused their bodies to
slip and slap.
************
Now in full surrender mode, Cierra also understood that this moment in time was
where she desperately longed to be. The inevitability of this body to body slam
session with Jasmine had occupied her most private thoughts for months. But
could she eventually balance her contradictory feelings of jealousy and lust for
this blond bitch? Could she come to accept no longer being the most lusted after
woman in their circle of friends and acquaintances? Would tonight be the end of
this? Would they meet like this again? How many more of these extraordinary
woman to woman body locks would be necessary and sweet fucking jesus, how was it
possible for such earthly pleasure to exist? This was other worldly!!!
Jasmine provided some clarity with each forceful thrust of cunt into cunt and
each mash and roll of tits into tits and with each tangle of clit with clit.
Cierra decided that with such intense physical and emotional shock waves
enveloping every square inch of her, there were no definitive answers…only this
moment in time was worthy of consideration. The only thing that mattered was,
after months of wet dreams, beautiful Jasmine was stretched out on top of her
and they were fucking for all they were worth.
“Jasmine! You fucking whore!” Cierra screamed in pure bliss at the top of her
lungs.
She rolled Jasmine onto her back, then pulled away and spread the blond’s legs
wide apart.
“I’m taking your smug blond ass down!”
Jasmine propped up on her elbows and smiled at Cierra, knowing full well what
was coming. She then taunted the big busted brunette.
“I’ve been fucking you really good body to body, haven’t I? Admit it, you skank
bitch!”
“Perhaps. But now we’re going to finish this. Cunt to cunt. You up for it, sweet
Jasmine?”
“Of course I am. This is where we’ve been headed all along, darling Cierra.”
The two beauties thrilled as they felt their silken thighs slide in tight.
Instinctively, they knew what to do.
Both women knew that, for better or for worse, they needed to meet in this full
on pussy tryst in order to be at peace with themselves and satisfy their aching
need for the sexual release that could only come from the merging of their
succulent cunts. All that truly mattered was that their cunts were finally going
to meet and lock up in this fleshy duel. The first full on kiss of their swollen
pussies caused both women to moan and throw their heads back in astonishment.
Cierra rolled, spreading her thick labia then pushed tightly to Jasmine. In
response, Jasmine sunk her girl cock deep into Cierra’s splayed cunt. The
brunette then countered by mating her clit with the blond’s. Shrieks of ecstasy
escaped from both women, and it was on.
Jasmine Greene and Cierra Brooks sealed together and fucked, cunt to cunt and
clit to clit, deep into the night.
************
Two luscious cunts that had, for several months, been on a collision course.
Tonight, they would clash. Tonight, these two well endowed pussies would finally
square off in the flesh. Two beautiful women would resolve personal matters
between them. Two sets of thick labia would interlock and they would fuck and
fight, and fight and fuck to a heated, excruciating finish.*
a. penman
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