The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... and go riding."

"Bitches!" Tina waved as Leslie and Jemima got on Leslie's bike.

Jemima, riding on the pillion seat this time, squeezed her lusciously firm melons against her bullishly built lover and laughed and squealed into Leslie's neck as Leslie gunned her bike and spun them up, over, and through the Dandenong Ranges. Whenever the road was straight and flat enough, Leslie reached behind herself and fingered the gorgeous woman clinging to her shoulders. Three hours later, Leslie roared into Jemima's driveway. She smiled happily to herself when she saw the extensive wet spot Jemima had left on the seat.

Leslie ran her fingers through the wetness and brought them to her nose and mouth. Sniffing appreciatively and dabbing her fingers with her tongue, Leslie said, "Hmm, pussy. My favourite taste and smell!"

"Stop it, Daddy," Jemima protested, pretending to be embarrassed. "The neighbours will see!"

Leslie grabbed Jem and pulled her close. Sliding her meaty hand up the pretty woman's dress and onto her toned but curvaceous ass, Leslie bent her backward and planted a long, passionate kiss on Jemima's lush lips. "Let them look," she stated. "Let them envy me until their eyes drop out and their dick's fall off!"

Leslie would have taken Jemima right there and then, but before she could, Tina pulled up in a rusty old Mazda. Hopping out, Tina took out a lamb steak filled cooler bag, waved and unnecessarily said, "I'm here!"

Disengaging herself from her ...

... powerful lover, Jemima smiled and opened her front door. "Come on in," she smilingly said. "We'll grab some wine and beers and head out to the pool." Jem, almost skipping, tripped inside. She showed the two masculine-looking women to the games room and wet bar. "Grab a drink, guys," she added. "I'll run upstairs and put my bikini on. Be back in a second."

The two lesbian women watched Jemima's barely-covered ass almost dance up the floating stairs. Tina turned to Leslie and said, "I call bullshit. What the fuck is going on, Lezzie?"

Grabbing a pair of Heineken cans from the bar fridge, Leslie handed one to Tina and then planted herself on one of the barstools. Popping the tab open, Leslie took a large swallow and replied, "Fucked if I know! About a month ago, Jem came prancing into The Fox, stayed about an hour, teased and flirted with me, promised she'd come back this month when her husband was in Bali with his mates, picked up whom I assume is your date for tonight, and left.

"She gave me her card and told me to call if I wanted to hook up. But I was too chicken shit to make the call. Then, last night, she prances back in and plonks herself at the bar. She immediately made it clear she wanted me to take her home, and here we are."

"You think she's a lesbian who has a sugar daddy that she has to suck cock for to live like this? Leslie, are you sure this is a good spot for you to be?"

"Tell me you'd refuse her, Tina!" Leslie exclaimed. "That woman goes off like a ...