Maurine Wells:nnSex: FemalenAge: 22 yearsnFigure: Flawless, Soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly femininenComplexion: WhitenVoice: MusicalnFace: Rounding, very pretty and innocent in looksnEyes: Heavy-lidded, large and greennHair: Silken, soft, ample, fiery-red and waves down to assnBust: 40DD, round and firmnNipples: pink and puffynWaist: 29nHips: 41, wide-curvednAss: Soft and massivenThighs: creamy-soft and fatnnnLinda Perkins:nnSex: FemalenAge: 43 yearsnFigure: Skinny, mannish, muscular and poorly curvednComplexion: WhitenVoice: A little deep pitchednFace: Somewhat attractive and clever in looksnEyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brownnHair: short, boy-cut, dark with grey streaks and straightnBust: 31 A, almost flatnWaist: 22nHips: 30, narrownAss: Almost flatnThighs: Straight and longnOrientation: A passionate lesbian nnMaurine Wells was pushed backwards by her companion on the king-size bed. That companion was a skinny, mature woman who was leaning unto her at the same time. The face of the woman couldn't be seen well in the dim light of that bedroom but it had a sharper and philosophical profile. Maurine felt it really odd for not being able to recognize the slim lesbian who had leaned above her; nevertheless she knew the mature woman was very intimate to her. The familiar fragrant wafts hit her nose as the lesbian pressed her mouth on her full lips. The girl stared in vain to make out her lover's face but couldn't do so and she began to savor the forceful smack on her lips.nnThe lesbian sucked on Maurine's lips and continued to kiss her passionately as she pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red haired head. It seemed to the voluptuous girl that she already knew her lesbian lover who was still clothed in male-fashioned T-shirt and Levi's. Anticipating what may come next, she decided to let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous, stark naked body.nnMaurine sighed as the woman stroked playfully on her huge mammas and pinched the sensitive, large nipples. In an instant her lover turned her head to take one puffy teat between her lips. She pulled more of the nipple into her mouth and sucked the coarse textured pink areola. The woman sucked harder on the nipple which slipped slowly through her lips in a smack. She licked the saliva-coated nipple and kissed the huge melon. Then she turned her head to other bubby and licked the creamy, firm globe. She kissed the puffy teat and opened her mouth to brush her lips unto its rough, sensitive texture. Sucking it hard, she pulled more of the nipple, which slid slowly out of her mouth in a smack.nnThe lesbian continued to suck redhead's huge tits. Maurine moaned and bit her lip as the pleasure waves rose into her loins due to that ardent tit-sucking. The woman began to stroke her voluptuous form tenderly.

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.

Jane found the small office without much difficulty. It was in a modern looking development rather in a small side road. Each floor seemed to hold a different company. The lobby was unguarded and Jane was able to go to the lift and she found 'Petra Northgate' on the list next to it as being on the third floor. Jane was soon at her office, one of the almost identical doors in a corridor of six. The office inside was small with a tiny reception room unstaffed by any secretary. Petra was there seemingly waiting for Jane when she entered.nn"Jane Portland?"nn"Yes, that's me." Jane responded a little nervously.nn"I'm Petra Northgate, come in."nnPetra had to be in her late fifties. Her dark hair, laced with grey, was bound up in a bun and pulled back starkly from her face. She had a broad face of features that must have once been strong but through age were beginning to lose their definition. Her eyes still seemed to twinkle and gave the impression of an enduring interest in life. Petra's room was like a thousand other medical offices with bland paintings on the wall and a number of certificates. The only distinctive thing was the leather clad reclining chair in the corner.nn"Take a seat, Jane." Petra gestured to the normal office chair in front of her desk.nnJane took the seat and sat silently, assuming Petra would take the lead; she did.

PrefacennAs we learned in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," Susan Smith is a wealthy 28-year-old lesbian whose greatest thrill in life is to seduce teen girls, introducing them to the joys of girl-girl sex.nnSusan's lesbian career began in high school, but she really came of age as a connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. That process started with her seduction at the hands – and lips - of the dyke-ish Laura. 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*nnSusan is taken by an "Amazon"nnWhen Susan was in college she tried to avoid those huge undergrad classes where a full blown professor lectures to several hundred students, but the only two-way contact students have with an instructor is in "discussion sections" led by a graduate student "teaching assistant." She found the lectures to be quite excellent, but dealing with overworked and underpaid grad students in the discussion sections was fraught with hazards. These individuals often took out their frustrations on undergrads, and the quality of their instruction was spotty at best. nnHowever, it was not possible or even desirable to avoid all such classes, and in the first semester of Susan's sophomore year, when she was still just 19-years-old, she found herself in such an environment after signing up for Anthropology 101. Her discussion section was led by a 25-year-old grad student who was the first "bull dyke" type lesbian Susan had ever met. Not to overstate the woman's persona – she didn't wear motorcycle leathers or men's clothing or anything like that, but she did have a crewcut, wore no makeup and made no secret of her sexuality. nnTrue to Susan's past experience, this woman, whose name was Laura, did not have much patience for the undergrads in her section, and even tended to bully those who didn't toe the line, meaning that they did not passively go along with whatever interpretation of the week's readings Laura was promoting. Naturally, this always meant viewing the material through the lens of the "cult of race, class and gender" that was absolute dogma with 97 percent of the liberal arts faculty at the prestigious state university. Even though she was already a confirmed lesbian herself, Susan found this unidimensional view of the world banal and absurd.nnIn addition to her tedious orthodoxy, Susan's "instructor" was physically intimidating. She was big – over six feet tall, but had a womanly body that was nicely proportioned: large hips, big shoulders, strong legs. In a word, statuesque. Laura was good looking, too, with a pretty face that her crewcut and lack of makeup could not hide. Naturally, even though Laura was about 180 degrees opposite of the type of woman that she usually found herself attracted to, Susan could not help but to wonder what sex would be like with such an amazon. nnSusan kept a low profile in the class, performing well on tests and papers (as usual), making the minimum number of participatory comments in discussions, and ones that were always perceptive and on-point. She figured that her mostly-idle curiosity about sex with Laura would go unsatisfied, because it was not deep enough to motivate her to follow up by seeking any more extensive engagement with the woman beyond that necessary for class.