The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... seeing it."

Batting her eyelashes and smiling seductively, Jemima replied, "Well, I wouldn't mind letting you 'see it' in our bedroom twenty minutes after we leave here, but I'm not sure Leslie would approve."

"I wouldn't," Leslie agreed. "But, Tina, baby. I'm sure you can imagine what we'll be doing. Naked, our tongues entwined, our pussies mashed together ... "

"Bitch!" Tina grinningly admonished. "Now I've got a hot cunt, no one to relieve it, and it's still three hours before I can go home and relieve it myself."

"Can we entertain at home tonight, babe?" Leslie asked Jem.

"Sure," Jemima replied. "What did you have in mind?"

"Tina cooks a mean steak," Leslie pointed out. "If the ugly old broad can find some poor bitch to accompany her, we'll have steak and salad at home tonight."

"Ugly? Old? Broad?" Tina protested. "I'm younger and prettier than you!"

"Than me?" Leslie questioned. "I look like what I am: a big old butch dyke. You look like somebody's transvestite uncle."

Jemima, her head turning back and forth like someone at the tennis, giggled as the two old friends playfully insulted each other. She wondered, from Tina's reaction, if Tina had anyone she could bring. A plan, fully evolved, sprung into her mind. Angela, hers and Cillian's current bisexual play partner was always open to experimentation. Jem wondered if Ange would be up for some lesbian play tonight.

"Excuse me for a sec.," Jem said as she pulled her phone out of her ...

... pocketbook and went outside to make a call. A few seconds later, Jemima chimed, "Hey, A2. Got any plans for tonight?"

Angela, whose only plan was to go out and drink herself to a state where she'd accept the fumbling advances of some loser and let him take her home, gushed quickly, "No plans. Why? Do you have some? I thought Cillian was away?" She hated the weekends she wasn't with Jem and Cillian. The sex with those two was absolutely divine. Others paled in comparison.

"Have you ever played with a butch lesbian before?" Jemima airily asked as if it wasn't a big deal. Her heart, however, jumped and seemed to skip a beat.

"No," Angela admitted, pretending to remain calm as her heart also skipping a beat. "But I'm guessing you have plans to change that for me. Tonight, maybe?"

Angela hadn't considered a same-sex relationship before Jemima had crashed so devastatingly into her life. Now, Angela's eyes were wide open, and she eagerly anticipated the sexual adventures her older lovers would take her on. She wasn't even 100% sure what a butch lesbian was. Still, if Jemima wanted her to take that journey and experience that play, then Angela, also known as Ange or A2 (A2 because her mother was also Angela), would gladly learn that game.

"Yes," Jemima said. "See you at mine around five, okay? Bring your bikini."

"Will Cillian be there?" Ange longingly asked. She adored it when Jemima's husband's massive wang split her tight channel apart and slid into her. It was ...