A Charmed Life Ch. 07

Fantine stood at the foot of the bed and stepped out of her shoes. She slowly peeled off her jeans and panties. Pushing them all the way to the floor she stood up and held her arms out to Liz.

Liz watched the beautiful female form reveal itself before her in the soft, blue twilight from the window. She advanced unfastening her slacks as she walked. Never taking her eyes off Fantine, Liz let her pants fall down around her feet and then stepped out of them and her shoes at the same time. She began to fumble with the waistband of her panties and Fantine stepped up close to her and gently dug her fingers under the filmy material and tugged them slowly down Liz's hips. They stood nose to nose, passionately gauging each other's eyes. Fantine sank down with Liz' panties. Liz could feel her breath warm and heavy on her skin as she watch her lover descend.

On her knees, Fantine pulled the light garment from Liz' feet and then let her hands roam over Liz' body. Up her legs, around her hips and butt, across her back; the hands traced and Fantine's gaze followed, learning her partner's body. Her hands played over Liz' flesh somewhat like an artist molding his clay but more gently and deftly like a pianist's over a keyboard. The hands explored lovingly, worshipfully, seeking full knowledge of Liz' every peak and valley. Fantine laid her cheek to Liz' thigh to feel her softness as her hands reached upward over Liz' femininely dimpled abdomen and laid hold of her breasts. She petted them, weighed them, squeezed them, and kneaded them.

Liz' hands braced Fantine's arms as she let her lover go about her search. It had been so rare in her life that she ever surrendered herself to a lover's tender devotion. It all felt so wonderful now, not only in its novelty but in who she now entrusted her body to.

Fantine lifted her head and turned her face in toward Liz' navel. With tender kisses she traced the edges of Liz' coarse pubic curls. Her lips brushed the flesh and her tongue teased the bristling hairs.

Liz parted her knees to allow Fantine's access to the rarely visited fold where her thigh met her crotch. Her pussy was now open for her dear lover's homage.

Fantine paused and looked deep into the nest of curls. She used her fingers to part the surrounding tangle and found Liz' slotted opening. The fingers lightly stroked the puffed folds of flesh before separating them to reveal their hidden treasures. She brought her lips to Liz' protruding clitoral hood and kissed it. The kiss changed to a soft lip embrace and Fantine sucked the tender organ into her tongue's reach. Her hands encircled Liz' ass cheeks and she pressed her love-making into the willingly offered cunt.

It was not the stimulation provided by her act that so captivated Liz. She could quite easily duplicate the exact same sensation herself with Charm. It was the doting, subservient gesture itself that touched her so. The thought of kneeling before someone's sex and offering them oral gratification stirred her deeply. She reached down with her hand and stroked Fantine's cheek. Fantine looked up to catch Liz' eyes with hers. Her look was warm and affectionate. Liz' heart melted and she knew she belonged to her young companion, now and forever.

Rising up on the tips of her toes and balanced in her lover's firm grasp, the gift of climax was opening itself before Liz. She braced herself and let it crash over her. A jolt of pleasure shot through her every nerve. She gasped aloud as muscles convulsed and her nipples ached. Strangely, this orgasm was a new sensation for her; to receive her pleasure from a trusted friend - a real person and not just a nameless, passing benefactor.

Fantine broke her kiss with Liz' clit and watched her lover's throes. She cupped her palm over Liz' mons and soothingly petted her. She dropped down into a cross-legged position and tried to brace Liz from falling

The turmoil of Liz' climax was intense and sweet but left her body weak. She recovered just enough strength to lower herself to the floor and she eased into Fantine's waiting arms. She squat down straddling Fantine's lap and their mouths found each other again in a passionate kiss.

It was like a warm nest or better yet, a welcome home for Liz in Fantine's arms. She would have liked for it to never end. The soft flesh and her mouth were so inviting. They both sucked gently on each other's tongues. Liz let her hands wander over Fantine's soft smooth flesh. It was a treat in itself and she wondered why in all of her depraved forays she never strayed into this Sapphic bliss.

Fantine's arms swam through Liz's thick, soft hair as though the experience was an entry into her lover's body. She obviously enjoyed the reward of her long search for Liz and reveled in every aspect of her body.

This was all Liz needed. No orgasm or thrill was necessary. Having an adored lover in her arms fed a hunger in her she did not know she had. None the less, she welcomed the soft, wet finger of flesh that teasingly probed her pussy lips, sliding along her moist folds and seeking admittance. The clever tentacle of jharum had no difficulty in entering her and gaining the depths of Liz' cunt. To Liz it was not a violation nor intrusion because it was no mere fuck; this was the connection of her reserved inner being to that of her sweet love. The tail of flesh pressed its advance all the way to the end of her vagina and then swelled up to make its presence known in the tight channel. Liz could feel the tip open up to a broad mouth which closed over the mound around her cervix and gently began sucking. Liz knew she was being called upon to come out and join her lover in a carnal grapple. She happily complied.

The ultimate sensory organ met the finest of caresses. She pressed Charm out from its snug home, opened its mouth and met Fantine's in a kiss. It elicited a light moan from Fantine and Liz held it there, twisting her tip in a circular motion that caused Fantine's tail to sweep around the inside of Liz' cunt. It put Fantine over the edge. Her body tensed and her moans rose higher and shriller until she erupted in sweet orgasm. Liz became still and let her lover enjoy herself.

She used this opportunity to slowly take inventory of all sensations open to her. The musky scent of feminine arousal mixed with the sweat of a jharum's wet secretion. She tasted Fantine both with her mouth and Charm's. The opportunity was there as well as her curiosity to plunge into the alluring depths of Fantine's jharum with her own, to feel that delicious softness around her and the subtle caresses it promised but there was so much else she wanted this connection to bring. She slid Charm around the sucking grasp with her partner and pushed along side of it through her vagina to emerge in the cool air outside her pussy. She wanted to make this a fuller contact and reach deep into her lover's cunt and feel her lover's jharum over the full length of her own. Downward she reached until she found the coarse dark curls she had admired before. She followed Fantine's red tail to where it emerged from her wet slit. She pushed beyond the puffy pussy lips and plunged into her depths. As she snaked her way in, she wound round and round the soft rope of flesh. Fantine did likewise in the opposite direction so that their tentacles were coiled around each other in a long braid. Liz found the end of her lover's canal and at last the two engaged women could enjoy their entanglement to its fullest.

Fantine spread her knees and Liz took advantage of the opening to lower herself and bring their pussies closer together. They both began twisting and sliding their long appendages against each other in a caress so exquisite Liz thought she wound burst from excitement. Another orgasm quickly engulfed her. She moaned and shook as it passed through her. Fantine cooed in delight of her pleasure and soon lapsed into the frantic squealing that signaled the approach of another of her own climaxes.

They sat on the floor, lost themselves in the newfound thrill of young love, and enjoyed a coupling unique in the world. Their secret tails rewarded them both with their talents and moans in the darkness signaled the rich pleasures unfolded from their tryst.

Neither knew what time it was nor how long their tangled embrace had lasted but their bodies told them a more comfortable position was needed. They broke their kiss, silently gauged each other's eyes and smiled.

Liz was so happy she could almost cry. Two days ago she had no idea such a wonderful person as Fantine existed let alone that she could trade such joy and pleasure with another. "Do you... ," she struggled with the emotions she was feeling. Her voice was soft but weak, she continued, "Do you know how I feel right now?" Her heart was wide open and she wanted so much for her partner to feel the same.

"Yes, my Liz," whispered Fantine. "I knew you as I look for you. I knew we would have this love."

She kissed Liz again and Liz could feel it was true.

They both leaned backward slowly. It was obvious they were both stiff from their cramped embrace. They had to untie to pull apart. Liz began uncoiling Charm's hold on Fantine. The endeavor tickled both women and they giggled as their tails untied and pulled out of each other's pussies. Once disconnected, they rose to their feet and stood before each other. Their jharums dangled limply between them and neither could resist the call to embrace again. Their mouths just seemed to belong together and they kissed.

Liz cradled her impish lover in her arms like a treasured possession, to have and keep her for however long their enhanced lives may be.

Fantine was hungrier in her embrace of Liz. Her hands explored Liz, touching her all over as if in disbelief, she was really there and yet eager to know her like this night could never last. She brought a knee up on to the bed and pulled Liz to follow her into love-making's natural habitat.

They lost their kiss but Liz followed as Fantine crawled backwards to the head of the bed and then slipped under the covers. Fantine welcomed her with a tender embrace and kisses when Liz joined her between the sheets and slid her body up against Fantine's warm, smooth skin.

As their lips met and their tongues crossed their red ropes of jharum entangled in a wet embrace. They quickly picked up where they had left off on the floor but now snuggled in warmth and comfort and wrestling prone the way love was meant to be shared.

It was not long before Fantine's tip had groped through its clutch on Liz to find Charm's pointed end and then engulfed it. Liz knew what her lover wanted. Breaking their kiss, she raised herself on an elbow and looked down at Fantine's eager face.

With plaintive kisses, Fantine whispered, "Please. Yes? Take me there, my love. Make this night forever live in me."

Liz could not deny her. Though, she knew the wonderful yet terrifying plunge that awaited her, she would give her love anything she wanted. She kissed Fantine on the forehead and then rose up on her knees. She maneuvered herself between Fantine's widely spread legs and crouched over her upturned pussy. Fantine's jharum was flared open in anxious anticipation of entry. Liz moved slowly, in solemn reverence of what she was about to inflict on her precious lover. She scooped up Fantine under her thighs and pulled her down toward her own crotch. With her knees straddling Fantine's butt she looked into her eyes as Charm dove in to the open mouth.

This was fresh territory for Liz. So many times she had engulfed the members of other partners to engage them for sex but now Charm was delving into another and unlike the moist, soft recesses of her own cunt Fantine's jharum was alive and responsive. As she pushed her way in she could feel every twitch and shudder of her lover's snug embrace around Charm.

Fantine was obviously enraptured by Liz' advance. She cooed as Liz' tail entered her own and for the first time felt within her inner reaches an organ aptly suited to delve there. Her organ helped Liz' passage with muscular undulations that gulped Charm ever deeper. She closed her tail's mouth around Charm and started to swallow her way up the sinewy tentacle and in to Liz' puss.

Liz was enjoying their coupling too. When Fantine started working her way up into her vagina, she sighed deeply and lowered herself onto Fantine. Their lips met and their hips negotiated a comfortable position for their love-making. They held each other tight and Liz pressed on to meet the secret depths of which she never knew.

On the threshold of those depths, just beyond the entrance to her uterus, Liz felt the silky smooth snugness around Charm open up into an open expanse. The instant she broached it she distinctly had a taste in her mouth, or rather within Charm, of cinnamon and honeysuckle. As she marveled at the sensation Charm had never before given her, she was distracted by the effect she was having on Fantine.

Fantine erupted into an opera of deep moans and shrill squeals. Her hands, which had before simply braced Liz' neck in patient anticipation, now roamed over Liz' back like a harpers' hands over the strings. Her breathing became heavy and she sucked at Liz' tongue as if for sustenance.

Liz yearned to probe the secrets of a jharum but her lover's instinct told her to indulge Fantine's joy at this level before going on. She was getting off so on providing pleasure to her lover. She delicately churned in the deep recesses and delighted in the effects she wrought on Fantine. She longed to join her in this frantic joy and she started thrusting her hips up and down to grind her vulva against her partner's. Their organs, tied together by a red rope of flesh, meshed perfectly. The giving side of love warmed her heart and her body rewarded her with a long, intense orgasm that reverberated through her nerves like an echo down a canyon.

'Yes,' she thought. 'The time is now.' Once her climax had subsided, she reached deep within Fantine to send her to the reward that awaited her. Charm reached the center of that deep silky recess and found something Liz had not expected at all. There at the back of Fantine's womb was a stout, bristly cone and more of that cinnamon taste she felt before. The instant she touched it Fantine gasped and then went rigid. Startled, Liz lifted her head to check the response.

If what she felt within Fantine's reserve was not enough to alert her of crisis, then the change that swept over her lover's face surely was. Her eyes rolled back and then Fantine gave out a loud shriek followed by a tattered, raspy gasp for breath. She croaked out a long grunt and shook violently.

Liz feared for her safety and quickly let loose the bristly cone and relinquished a portion of her deep entrenchment within her partner. She peppered Fantine's face with soft kisses and gently spoke her name to soothe away whatever attack had seized her love's senses. Her effort was of little benefit as Fantine erupted into a kind of wailing laughter. Liz pressed her body hard against her and held her tight to help restrain the violent shaking.

At long last, Fantine drew in a long breath and began to show signs of regained control. Her arms drew up beside her head and were trembling. Throughout Charm, Liz felt tremendous convulsions wrack her dear friend's organ. Her breathing became less desperate and she moaned Liz' name.

"Shhhh, baby. It's alright. I'm here." Liz whispered. "Shhh. Shhhhhh"

She took a few more breaths to calm down. She wondered briefly if she had done her dear friend harm. When she realized everything was all right, she slowly began to disengage her deep entrenchment within her lover's core. She inched Charm out against Fantine's sporadic convulsions that seized and sucked on Charm's retreat. Fully disgorged she used Charm to pet and stroke Fantine's jharum, soothe her flushed, swollen pussy and coax her to retract. She sucked Fantine's listless jharum into her own and soothingly squeezed and massaged it.

Fantine was still moaning softly, almost like a cat purring. Liz laid herself down beside her and scooped an arm beneath her head to cradle against her shoulder. She covered her and held her close.

She looked again onto the sweet face pressed against her breast to feel the thrill of warm longing surge through her again. She marveled at all the joy that was Fantine and she vowed to make herself younger like her new lover. She fancied in her mind what a cute couple they would make in their island paradise. Within minutes, Liz slipped off into a delightful sleep.