Second and Final ChapternnAs we learned in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," Susan Smith is a wealthy lesbian whose greatest thrill in life is to seduce young women, introducing them to the joys of girl-girl sex. This story describes Susan's coming of age as a connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. Chapter one described her seduction at the hands ??“ and lips - of the dykeish Laura. Chapter two tells how this led to an emotionally uplifting (and sexually satisfying) experience with the darling 18-year-old Kelly, and to one of the most erotic nights of Susan's life: An incredible lesbian orgy involving six beautiful, lusty young college girls.nn*nnThe rest of the week after receiving Laura's invitation to what she suspected would be a lesbian orgy Susan was tossed by a rising tide of nervous anticipation. Her feelings swung back and forth, being at once terrified at what she suspected was coming, then aroused as could be by the idea, and then fearful that she had it all wrong and that this would just be an innocent evening of girl talk. At last, Saturday arrived, and the stylish Susan amused herself with a new dilemma: What does one wear to a lesbian orgy? Well, clean panties, a bra that unfastens easily . She selected the same tasteful outfit she would wear to any informal social gathering, with a slight extra emphasis on showing off her "assets" ??“ A tight turtleneck sweated that highlighted her ample bosom, a slightly shorter-than-normal skirt that exposed a bit more thigh than she ordinarily would, but nothing close to "Brittney-slut" level.nnShe arrived at the precisely correct moment of "fashionable lateness," noticing the door to Laura's apartment open a crack in invitation, and hearing music coming from the tiny apartment. It was a silly pop love song, the kind with lots of "Oh, girl" and "Baby, baby, baby" lines ??“ not the driving techno she would have expected. Susan entered, and smiled at the scene within. nnTwo pairs of girls were "slow dancing" with each other. One of these pairs was Laura and a thin, waifish blonde, taller than Susan but still tiny compared to the massive grad student, and with a boyish figure. Laura towered over the girl, and gave the impression of being smitten. Her arms were wrapped around the blonde's back, pulling her closely against her own large body. The girl's own thin arms reached up around Laura's neck, from which she appeared to be dangling, her body semi-limp, and totally under the control of the large lesbian. "OK," Susan thought to herself, "I think I've seen enough to know the score with those two."nnThe other dancers were both very attractive girls with outstanding bodies. One had medium length dark hair, was the same height as Susan, and below the neck could have been her double ??“ curvaceous, more than adequate but not huge breasts, womanly hips, perfect ass, and shapely legs.

Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.

The first time I ever saw Kevin, I was picking up some materials from the supply store that were needed at a job site. My job required that I occasionally run extra materials to the construction crews if they ran short during the day. I don't mind being outdoors. Some women prefer the office environment, but I like the wide-open spaces, and the freedom to take the occasional truck ride to a job site. nnI'm used to being ogled and leered at. My slight 5' 5" height, long blond hair, hazel eyes, and 36" chest, combined with the form-fitting clothes I prefer, set me apart from the other working girls. I don't mind showing off my body, and I can take care of myself among the "boys club" of construction workers. So when my boss said, "Jenny, run to the supply depot and pick up this list of stuff, and get it to the Grover Street project, pronto," I jumped up with anticipation and rolled out in the longbed Chevy.nnThe man who loaded the planks into my pickup truck was new. I noticed his big, broad shoulders as he heaved the wood into my truck. As I watched him lift and lay the boards, he would look my way. When he did, I saw that his eyes were sky blue and crystal clear, the brightest I had ever seen. When he smiled at me as he handed me the sign-out paperwork for my signature, I felt like I could melt into his arms. He introduced himself as Kevin, and we briefly exchanged small talk about the project and how we liked our jobs. He made me as nervous as a schoolgirl as we talked. Fumbling with the clipboard, I managed to sign my name and hand it back to him. nnKevin said, "Thank you. I hope I'll see you again, Jenny."nn"I can't wait, Kevin. Really!

This is not a true story. But if it were, would you be surprised?nn* * * * * *nnTHE FEELINGS BEGINnnAnn Coulter, political firebrand, stood in front of her bathroom mirror and dropped her shorts. Her nicely shaved, completely bare pussy gleamed in the light. She admired her pussy in the mirror, turning to different angles to see its smoothness. She lightly touched the crack in the middle, feeling the warm furrow that was now bereft of hair. She pushed her finger in and wiggled it around. Then she brought her finger to her nose and sniffed.nn"Good," she said to her reflection. "No sign of odor." She looked at the can of Fem-B-Gone on her vanity. The words on the can read, "Leaves no trace of unwanted feminine odor." Indeed, it had done its job well, so well that her friends down at the Center for Traditional Womanhood jokingly called it Tuna-B-Gone. nnThere was no longer any sign that her cunt was that of a grownup woman. Ann knew that her can of Fem-B-Gone was produced en masse in China, where poverty-stricken people worked with dangerous fumes and bad working conditions just so that she could turn her pussy into a slick ad for the fashion-chemical business. She admired the economic efficiency and the profit that this product entailed.nnShe returned to admiring her bald cunt. Then she turned around and stuck out her bony rear end. She spread the cheeks and ran her fingers up and down her crack. It, too, was smooth.

For many writers, plotting a story is the most difficult part of the creative writing process. Fortunately, some help is available. Critics have identified several basic plot formulae for pornographic and erotic fiction. In addition, I have added some others that are especially well suited for transgendered fiction. The first five formulae may be called ???situational plots,??? because they are based upon a particular circumstance. The next fifteen are ???motivational plots,??? which result from the protagonist??™s reason or purpose. The next set of plot formulae concern lesbian stories, but it may be adapted to fit the transgendered fiction author??™s needs. Finally, the remaining series of plot formulae, the ???transformational plots,??? are specifically associated with the transformation process that many transsexuals undergo. I invite any author to use any of these plot formulae in the development of his or her transgendered fiction.nnSituational PlotsnnThese plots were identified by William Rotsler in his 1974 book, Contemporary Erotic Cinema. For further information, refer to the Internet article, ???A History of X: 100 Years of Sex in Film??? by Luke Ford (http://print.google.com/print/doc?isbn=1573926787).nnPlot 1. Reading or handling some phallic-shaped object arouses a woman alone at home. Masturbation follows. A man arrives, is invited inside; sexual play begins.nnPlot 2. A farm girl gets excited watching animals copulate.

This is my first story, so be kind. Please let me know if you like it. StephnnSecret Kissesnn*nnKelly Carlson was a beautiful and vivacious 24-year-old first grade teacher. She was 5' 7" tall with shoulder length blonde hair and sparking green eyes. She had a lovely smile, an infectious laugh and was well liked by students, colleagues and parents alike. While she was slim and shapely, she was endowed with rather large breasts that were firm and sat high on her chest. The nipples were large and pink, covering most of her breasts. She was often embarrassed because the nipples were so sensitive that the rubbing of a bra would make them grow hard. They were unmistakably visible through her apparel. In fact, they were so sensitive that sometimes just touching them would bring a tremor to her body. When very aroused she had been known to climax from just pinching them.nnIn college, Kelly had done a lot of sexual experimentation. She loved sex and decided early on that she didn't need to seal her marital vows as a virgin. She had had a number of relationships with men which she mostly enjoyed. She was once briefly engaged, but it hadn't worked out when divergent career goals interfered. Beyond that, she had a brief but intense relationship with a female classmate. The memory of the sensual exhilaration of a woman's touch excited her to this very day. She knew she would do it again should she ever have the opportunity. However, she didn't really look at other women with that in mind. Since her first and only lesbian affair, she hadn't happened upon another woman that stirred those feelings.

The champions rode in on heavy horse, adorned with armor and brightly colored banners. From their saddles, they held aloft flowing standards of matching colour which snapped in the crisp air. Each man wore a different shade, and each bore a crest of their ancestors. Some displayed wild boar, others mighty castles, and others still wore they crest of the dragon.nnLord Tymrill was among this group. The princess supposed, and rightly so, that they belonged to the King's company which had imprisoned the dragon so long ago. Each of these men wore the deepest crimson and black, and across their breastplates roiled the ancient seal she had seen carved into the door guarding the ancient dragon hold. Though her readings had answered many questions, it had raised even more. How could these same men have fought with the King so long ago, as the pages in the book seemed worn by countless years? How was there a passage leading down to the dragon hold, when Syr Va'ahl had been so adamant the dragon could use its weakness to escape its prison?nnThe princess sat with the Queen and watched the gallant pageantry unfolding on the Tournament grounds below. Flowing patterns of moving shapes formed and reformed as the champions and company performed astounding shows of horsemanship. Close quarter drills and furious displays abounded as the company at last came to a crisp halt in a long line stretching the length of the grandstands, Lord Tymrill in the direct center, just below them. Without command, each champion snapped up his visor and issued a sharp salute to the Queen, who in turn gave each a small bow of her head in tribute.nnAs the formation broke up, each man and company headed off to their respective events, until only Lord Tymrill remained, motionless before them. At last he spoke in a loud and commanding voice.nn"Hail, worthy Queen Belladonna. You honour us with your invitation, and we shall honour the Mistress of the Moon with display of glory!" To this the crowd roared and cheered.nnThe Queen stood from her tufted throne, and a hush fell over the crowd.

Chapter 3: Permanent HouseguestnnAn illicit proposal ??¦ nnI opened my eyes slowly, almost painfully. My mind was foggy, my memory hazy, but it only made sense that, for the ceiling of the bedroom to be awash with this much sunlight, it had to be morning. And not early morning.nnI rolled my head to the side and was jolted wide awake. For the first time since becoming a teacher at Summerset Community College, I wasn??™t simply late for work; it was after 10:00 and I was severely late. My hand shot out for the phone; I had to call the school and come up with some plausible excuse for not being in class, and it damn sure couldn??™t have anything to do with the truth; that I had been fucked into unconsciousness by three of my own students. And all three of them Black students on top of that! nnI was still fumbling for the phone when Chantel came into the room, dressed in apron and cradling a steaming mug a coffee in both hands. ???I??™ve already called school and told them we won??™t be in today, Diane.???nn???You what????nn???I called school a little after seven and told the attendance secretary that I had stopped by to pick you up, because you were taking your car in for a tune up, but found you throwing up in the toilet.??? Chantel sat on the edge of the bed and handed me the coffee. ???I told her that I was going to stay here and take care of you and assured her that, if you got any worse, I??™d rush you straight to the hospital.???nnI inhaled the coffee in an attempt to clear my head. It worked. ???And she bought that????nn???I??™ve never been caught in a lie,??? Chantel answered indignantly. ???And you haven??™t missed a day since you came to Summerset, so why wouldn??™t she believe me????nn???You just answered that yourself, young lady; because you??™ve never been caught lying.??? I sipped the coffee.