She Speaks in Tongues

Maryann closed her thighs tightly around Sharon's head, her calves crossing over Sharon's back. Maryann used this position for leverage as she frantically worked her hips against Sharon's face.

Sharon felt the rippling contractions against her lips and heard Maryann wail in the unrecognizable language.

And then there was quiet except for Maryann panting rapidly.

Maryann's legs fell away from Sharon's back, her body went completely limp.

Sharon slid away from Maryann's body. Sharon was on her belly and as she slid back her clit ring caught on the comforter and that was enough to finally set off her own orgasm. One of Maryann's calves lay near Sharon's face and Sharon slid up slightly to nuzzle and kiss it.

As Sharon's pleasure began to subside she slid all the way off the bed and onto the floor. She sat on her bedroom floor, her back against the bed, legs spread with one knee cocked up. She rested an elbow on the raised knee and ran a hand through her hair.

"Jesus," Sharon whispered to herself, "that was different." She'd had lots of sexual experiences in her lifetime and this, she thought, was unique.

"Sharon?" Maryann's voice was small and quiet.

It took Sharon a minute to answer. "Yeah, baby?"

"Sharon, I'm sorry. There's, uh, some blood on the sheets between my legs."

"It's okay, baby. You still had a little bit of your hymen intact."

"Is that my 'cherry'?"

"Yeah, baby. I took your cherry." Sharon looked at the fingers that had taken Maryann and they had a thin coating of blood and Maryann's cum on them.

Shit, Sharon marveled, she'd literally never deflowered a virgin before. She remembered Jeannie's warning about things getting out of hand and she didn't know if things were "out of hand," per se, but this was definitely weird for her.

Sharon laid her head back against the bed and idly fingered her nipple and clit rings. Her breathing was starting to return to normal. She wiped sweat from under her eyes then ran her hands through her hair.

Time to get up she thought to herself. But just then she heard the distinctive sound of a Zippo coming to life and then the pungent smell of tobacco smoke.

Suddenly Maryann was at Sharon's ear. "That," Maryann breathed into Sharon's ear, "was sooooo incredible! I didn't even feel like that when you touched me in the hospital."

Maryann looped Sharon's hair back behind her ear with her finger and then kissed Sharon's ear. Sharon closed her eyes and let the thrill run through her body. She wondered if she could come again.

"Here," Maryann held out her cigarette to Sharon's lips and held it as Sharon leaned forward to take a long, slow drag. Sharon felt Maryann kiss the top of her head.

"Come up on the bed and hold me? Please?"

God damn, Sharon thought, there was the tongue again.

"If you keep doing that with your tongue, darlin', I'm going to come again." Sharon slowly blew out a cloud of smoke.

Maryann giggled and breathed into Sharon's ear, her voice low and sultry(?), "Really? Can I watch?" And then she ran her tongue around and into Sharon's ear.

Sharon dropped her fingers to her slit, arched her throat and groaned. Maryann's lips found the sensitive skin on Sharon's throat with her lips.

Sharon came again.

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Maryann had fallen asleep on Sharon's breast with Sharon's arms around her. Maryann's body felt so relaxed and invigorated at the same time. She felt so good and happy.

She looked at the clock on the night table: 3:36 AM. She gently extricated herself from Sharon's warm embrace. Sharon stirred, mumbled something in her sleep and then turned over in bed but didn't wake up.

Maryann got out of bed and pulled on her leather jacket. She was wide awake and feeling adventurous.

She went to the kitchen and got a tumbler of water and then went to the living room. Sharon had one wall lined almost floor to ceiling with books, tapes, CDs and DVDs. It was an eclectic collection of nursing texts, books about psychology and politics, lesbian erotica, romance novels and music and movies Maryann had never heard of.

Maryann pulled a big book off the shelf and took it to the sofa. She opened the book and gasped. It had lots and lots of pictures, some in color and some in black and white. They were of men and women in various positions, women together in various positions and women lying alone, their legs spread, their hands touching their private parts and their nipples.

Some of the men and women wore leather straps and chains. Maryann was absolutely fascinated. The first male penis she had ever seen in her 23 years was large and erect. It was flat against the man's belly, a ring piercing its tip and leather cock ring tightly encasing the base of the penis and the man's balls - though Maryann had no idea they were "balls."

The man in the picture was standing, legs spread and his wrists were bound above his head and attached by a chain to the wall. He wore a spiked dog collar. There was a woman clad only in some sort of leather harness standing in front of him, between him and the wall. She had three fingers of one hand in his mouth while the other hand pulled on a ring in the man's nipple. The woman had a determined look on her face.

Behind the man was another woman clad in the same type of leather harness with a whip in her hand ready to whip him.

Maryann took a deep breath, giggled a little and then felt her nipples hardened against the satin lining of her jacket and her sex fill with blood.

She turned the page.

A woman was on her hands and knees. She was naked except for a dog collar. Behind her was a woman with a large, black fake penis jutting out from where her slit should have been.

My god! Maryann thought. Women do that?

The next picture, on the opposite page, showed the woman inserting the fake penis in the other woman's privates - no! - in the woman's bottom! The woman with the fake penis was pulling the other woman's hair back as she guided the penis in. There was a look of pain on the kneeling woman's face.

Maryann felt a thrill run through her body. She closed her eyes to feel it. Unconsciously her head tilted back and she whispered in a low, guttural voice, "Lascilo montarlo, il mio whore..."

She whispered it again, then a third time. When she opened her eyes her chest and face felt flushed. The feel of her nipples against her jacket lining was more pronounced and she felt the edge of the book acutely against her belly.

Maryann rapidly laid the book aside and went back to the bedroom. She watched Sharon as she turned on a small lamp on her vanity. Sharon didn't stir.

Maryann opened a drawer in the vanity. Panties and bras. Another drawer held sweaters and jeans. The contents of the third drawer was what she was unconsciously looking for; she smiled broadly.

Among many items she didn't recognize - handcuffs, thumb cuffs, chains, dildos - she saw a fake penis in a leather harness.

The penis was shaped a bit like an L, sort of a check mark shape. It was smaller in diameter and length on one end, the end inside the harness, and longer and larger on the end outside the harness.

Maryann stepped into the harness. As she pulled up the straps the short end of the penis easily slid into Maryann's sex. There was a flash of pain as the penis slid over the area of her broken hymen but then as the penis filled her the pain melted into the background and was overwhelmed by a feeling of intense warmth and pleasure that spread through her belly.

She drew in a breath and her eyes rolled back.

"Ruhm dem hoechsten Gott! Ruhm dem hoochsten Gott! It was a rapid, whispered hiss. Maryann adjusted the harness so that the base of the L that formed a sort of flange was tightly nestled between her swollen lips and the short penis felt incredibly deep inside her.

Ruhm dem hoechsten Gott!" she hissed again as another wave of pleasure fanned out into her belly.

She opened her eyes and looked at Sharon sleeping. She didn't know how to articulate the feeling but she wanted Sharon. She needed Sharon.

Maryann went to the bed, pulled back the covers and without the larger penis touching Sharon she slid along Sharon's back, her hands resting on Sharon's shoulders.

She looped Sharon's hair back behind her ear and breathed softly into it, "Seu corpo e assim doce e agradavel. Sharon, bitten Sie mich, Sie zu besitzen! Sharon, Sharon."

Sharon stirred slightly. Maryann nuzzled Sharon's back, planting light kisses along her spine and then went back to Sharon's ear.

Sharon awoke and looked groggily looked over her shoulder to see Maryann in her jacket.

"Mary...?"

Maryann reached out and took Sharon's chin in her hand and tenderly kissed Sharon's lips.

"Sharon," Maryann's face was kissing close to Sharon's, "let's be together some more." It was an urgent whisper.

"Uh..." Sharon was a deep sleeper and she still wasn't fully awake. She wondered if she was dreaming.

Maryann's lips were about to take Sharon's again. She closed her eyes as she felt another wave of pleasure, "Lascilo vaffunculo che gradite una femmina dolce, una femmina dolce." After whispering this rapidly Maryann took Sharon's mouth, quickly and deeply with her tongue.

Sharon sucked at the warm, wet tongue invading her mouth and then she felt something at her back. She broke the kiss, more awake - maybe - and twisted back farther.

"Jesus Christ! Maryann, where did you find by strapon?"

Maryann giggled, kissed Sharon lightly, "So that's what you call this. I found it in your drawer."

Sharon saw Maryann shiver and then her eyes rolled back as the pressure of the dildo against Sharon's back transmitted through the flange and translated into the stub in Maryann's sex and caused another wave of pleasure to move through her body.

Maryann's eyes were wide and her pupils appeared dilated. She whispered rapidly, fiercely and just barely audibly, "Laissez-moi vous monter, ma putain!"

Sharon frowned in confusion but she rolled onto her back as Maryann slid away from her. When Sharon was fully on her back Maryann moved quickly between Sharon's thighs and pressed her body to Sharon's, taking one of Sharon's nipple rings in her mouth, caressing the stretched nipple.

Sharon moaned at the pleasure. Maybe this was a dream.

In between her kisses, sucks and bites at Sharon's breasts Maryann was whispering quickly and over and over, "Elemosinilo possederlo! Elemosinilo! Sous bocais ache, seus gritos do sexo para a liberacao!

Sharon was panting now. Maryann's mouth and fingers were relentless. The feel of Maryann's nipples pressing and rubbing back and forth from Sharon's belly to lower ribs was making Sharon delirious with pleasure and desire.

Maryann moved up Sharon's body to kiss her on the throat and lips. "Glauben Sie dem Hitzeaufstieg in lhrem Bauch!"

Oh my god, Sharon thought to herself, was she understanding the words Maryann was speaking?

"Yes, Maryann, I can feel the heat in my belly, please, take me..." Sharon whispered hoarsely.

Without acknowledgment of Sharon's plea, Maryann sat back on her legs, the dildo bobbing in front of her.

Sharon raised her hips and reached for the dildo to guide it in. She positioned the head at the opening to her cunt and Maryann pushed Sharon back flat on the bed and guided the dildo very slowly into Sharon's sex with small thrusts of her hips.

Maryann locked eyes with Sharon. There was a wave of fear sweeping through Sharon that made the hair at the nape of her neck rise. Maryann did not look like the sweet Maryann she had spent the first part of the night with. There was something different and undefinable in her eyes. But then Maryann inched the dildo forward and Sharon drew in a gasp.

"De-se a mim, de-se, a mim, de-se a mim..." It was like a chant and Maryann kept repeating it as she held Sharon's eyes.

Maryann's back and belly was bowed outward, one hand on Sharon's belly and the other hand pulling one of her own nipples.

She had the dildo in Sharon as deeply as it would go and she was now pressed mound to mound with Sharon. The pressure on Maryann's clit by the special flange of the dildo was beyond description. Each movement, whether by her or by Sharon brought a new electric shock wave of pleasure firing up through her belly and flowing warmly throughout her body.

Involuntarily Sharon flexed her hips and tried to establish a rhythm against Maryann.

Maryann smiled down at Sharon, an appreciative/ predatory kind of smile, "Yes...," then her eyes rolled back again. " Gekommen fur mich.

"Lass dich gehen, lass dich gehen. Gib dich mir hin, Sharon" Maryann hissed between clenched teeth, her back flexed even more.

Sharon's fingers were pulling her nipple rings, she arched off the bed and sped up her rhythm in her hips against Maryann's mound.

Maryann lowered her body to cover Sharon's. She slid her arms under Sharon's shoulders to hold herself tight against her. Sharon wrapped her legs tightly around Maryann's slim hips and pumped for all she was worth.

Maryann continued a steady stream of strange words whispered hotly into Sharon's ear as Sharon felt the maddening pleasure build in her thighs, sex, belly and breasts.

Maryann felt Sharon suddenly stiffen, heard her groan in pleasure. Maryann smiled to herself. As the pressure in her own body built she whispered slowly - and to Sharon's brain it sounded tenderly - "Oblivion da sensacao...oblivion da sensacao, my lover."

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Sharon woke with the sound of her alarm. She put her arm out to Maryann's side of the bed but there was no one there. Sharon opened her eyes and blinked.

"Christ, what a dream!" Sharon mumbled to herself as she rubbed her eyes and ran her hand through her hair. But then she looked at the sheets and saw the smear of blood and Maryann's torn tee shirt.

"Maryann?" Sharon called out but there was no answer. Sharon got out of bed and went to the bathroom. The shower had not been used. What the fuck, Sharon wondered. She had to get ready for work.

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"Hey, girlfriend," Jeannie said to Sharon as she sat her lunch tray on the table, "where've you been?"

"Ummm, they floated me to Ob-Gyn this morning. It's been pretty busy. A ton of admits.

"What's up with you?"

"Pretty much the same. I sent three hips off to surgery this morning." Jeannie smiled conspiratorially, "So how'd last night go?"

Sharon looked at her lover for a minute and didn't quite know what to say.

"Uh, don't laugh, okay?"

Jeannie started to look concerned. "Okay."

"I did leave Buddies with Maryann last night, right?"

"Jesus Sharon," Jeannie scolded, "I told you not to get too drunk last night. Yeah, you two left together looking like a couple of newlyweds."

Sharon nodded. Okay, she thought to herself, I haven't completely lost my mind.

"You remember how you felt the first time I fucked you with the Raptor?"

Jeannie giggled, "Oh, god, Do I! I could hardly walk for a week." Then Jeannie's eyes went wide and she whispered in concern, "Oh, Sharon. Oh, god, Sharon. Tell me you didn't do Maryann with it."

Sharon whispered back. "I requested floating to Ob-Gyn this morning. You know Suzie Collins, cute little dyke, works down there?

"Yeah, Suzie and I are, um, acquainted," Jeannie grinned knowingly.

"Well, I asked Suze to do a pelvic on me in between admissions. I am so fucking sore this morning. She said I looked like I'd been gang banged and then the little bitch wanted the details. I made up some wild ass story because I wasn't sure she'd believe the truth."

"Wait a minute," Jeannie interrupted, suddenly suspicious that she was being put on, "you're telling me that Maryann did you? With the Raptor?"

"Well, I think so. I couldn't find it this morning and Maryann was not in bed this morning. She's gone, I can't find her either. Just the blood stain..."

"Blood?"

"Yeah, you were right, she still had her cherry. By the size of the opening and from what I remember from nursing school, I bet she's never used a tampon."

"Wow. So you honest to God took her cherry?" Jeannie whispered in awe. "I've always fantasized about doing that to some girl."

"Well, maybe Maryann's got church friends, darlin'. Anyway, there was the blood on the sheets and her ripped tee shirt."

"You ripped her tee shirt off her?"

"God, Jeannie, I was so crazy with lust...I've never felt like that before. I just wanted to get to her skin and those beautiful little breasts of hers. And let me tell you, ripping the collar on a tee is not an easy thing to do either."

"So," Jeannie licked her lips, she was getting aroused, "what was she like, the parts you remember?"

"Well, she did that tongues thing last night. If I hadn't felt so incredibly good and out of control I would have been scared. Hell, I was scared for a minute. Right before she mounted me she said something in tongues and she had this really strange look and I wondered if I was about to be fucked by God or the Devil himself. But I reached up and guided the Raptor, um, home to get her started.

"She looked so incredibly hot once she got the thing in me; her belly and breasts were bowed out and she was pressing into me. Christ, it felt so incredible! And then she started working me and from then on, things, uh, get a little fuzzy."

Just then Maryann sat down at their table. Leather jacket opened down to the top of her breasts and jeans - her clothes from the previous night without the tee shirt. She was also sporting a hickey on her throat and one peeking out from the jacket along her collar bone.

"Hiya guys!" Maryann was all sweetness, innocence and enthusiasm.

Sharon and Jeannie were dumbfounded.

Maryann laid a small plastic shopping bag on the table. "Here's your, um, thing." She averted her eyes, smiled coyly and blushed when she said thing, "I forgot what you called it. Sorry I took it with me this morning. I wanted to play with it some more. It is soooo great!" She she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Mary, I was worried when you weren't in bed this morning. Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry Sharon, I'm not a late sleeper. I had to go home and feed Tommy."

Sharon thought for a second, she had to be up at 5:30 to make it to work. Not a late sleeper? But then the thought hit her and she couldn't help but ask, "Feed Tommy?"

"Yeah," Maryann enthused, "he's my cat."

"Ah..."

"I'm sorry. You know, I'm new at this. I suppose I should have let you know I was leaving."

"No," Sharon said reassuringly, "it's okay. I was just worried. So you're feeling okay?"

Maryann blushed again and looked away. "Well, I am a little sore, uh, you know, down there. But I can't wait to, you know, uh, be with you, you know, uh, that way."

Sharon was still blown away by Maryann's manner and their night together and didn't know what to say to Maryann's desire for more.

Jeannie filled the gap. She smiled seductively, which was wasted on Maryann, "While Sharon's trying to figure out what to say maybe you'd like to spend an evening with me?"

"Oh! Sure! Can we use this?" Maryann patted the plastic bag with the dildo.

"Sure baby," Jeannie was on the verge of having her very first orgasm without touching herself or being touched. "anything you want. Maybe you'd let me tie you up?"

Maryann giggled.

Sharon finally found her wits and her voice, "But we can do it at my place - if," she looked at Jeannie for approval, "Jeannie doesn't object."

"You mean the three of us?! Wow. That sounds fun."

Jeannie looked at Sharon with an "I told you so" look and smiled.

"Tonight at Sharon's then?" Jeannie asked.