The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... creature out of here immediately, I'll take her myself. Hell, one look at this breathtaking girl and Lynne will not begrudge me a side affair. Well, not so long as she can share!"

Grinning at her boss, Leslie said, "Be back in a sec." She disappeared through a side door before quickly reappearing, wearing a brown leather jacket and holding a backpack and an old-fashioned, open-faced helmet. Lifting the hinged bar, Leslie joined Jemima in the bar area before taking the gorgeous woman's elbow in hers and escorting her out the door.

Several of the patrons, all friends of Leslie's, whooped and wished her good luck as she and Jemima exited the hotel. Blushing embarrassedly, Leslie checked both ways before guiding Jemima across the road to where her bike was parked. "Sorry about that," she mumbled. "But they've been teasing me about being single for nearly a year. You're the first one I've gone home with in that time."

Leslie placed her backpack on the parcel rack behind the passenger's seat, got on the bike and kick-started it. Jemima examined the bullish-looking lesbian woman. She marvelled at Leslie's round head over a short neck that quickly flowed into large, muscly shoulders. Small breasts barely showed in the unzipped V of Leslie's jacket, and what would be called a paunch if Leslie was a man bulged over her belt buckle. Leslie's low-cut jeans were tucked into brown biker's boots. Leslie's helmet completely hid Jemima's prospective lover's short brown hair. At a ...

... casual glance, Leslie would easily be mistaken for a man.

A sudden flush raced through Jemima's pussy as she basked in the powerful presence of a butch lesbian woman. 'How long has it been since I was taken by a butch lover?' Jemima wondered as she admired Leslie's masculine form. 'The answer?' Jemima silently decided. 'Too long!' She waited until Leslie had flicked up the kick-stand and straightened the bike before she hiked her midi dress up to mid-thigh and climbed up behind her new friend.

"Where are we going?" Leslie shouted over the Harley's roar.

"My place," Jemima yelled back. "17 Mulgoa Street, Brighton." Jemima tipped her head back and squealed gleefully as Leslie gunned the bike. With its rear wheel spinning and kicking up stones, Jemima speared her bike into the traffic and accelerated toward Brighton.

Turned on by her passenger's excited enjoyment of her riding style, Leslie waited until they were on a piece of road without many traffic lights. Taking her left hand off the handlebar, Leslie reached back and found Jemima's inner thigh. Tickling upwards, Leslie's fingers encountered her sexy passenger's lightly fur covered pussy. Delighting in Jem's wet pussy hair, Leslie flicked her middle finger over Jemima's clit, eliciting a moan from the Indian woman.

Jemima pushed her extensive, unfettered breasts against her butch friend's broad back and moaned as she enjoyed Leslie's fingering. Leslie had to return her hand to the bike's handles regularly as she ...