Pussy-Snatchers of New York part 15 of 18

Pussy-Snatchers of New York part 15 of 18

By D Clark 2001
After Sherri was completely cleaned off, Anna looked over at the zombie-like Cassandra and asked will she be ok?

She will be fine, Sherri answered. Her brain is just being... rewired to accept incorporation into the hive. It always happens the first time. Soon you will both be assimilated by the Queen.

I can't wait, Anna said as she crawled over to her sister. Cassandra still appeared catatonic, and Sherri's cum coated the area around her mouth. Well, if you aren't going to use it, I'm not going to let it go to waste, Anna said. Anna told a hold of Cassandra's face in her hands and began licking around Cassandra's mouth to catch all of Sherri's remaining cum in her mouth. Cassandra still seemed oblivious to her surroundings, though her lips did part when Anna began licking her mouth. Anna stuck her tongue inside Cassandra's mouth and tried to retrieve as much of Sherri's cum as possible that she could find.

In the middle of Anna sticking her tongue in Cassandra's mouth, Cassandra finally started to break the trance. She returned Anna's kiss and stuck her tongue in Anna's mouth before she opened her eyes to see who she was actually kissing. She seemed surprised to see her sister with her lips and tongue on her mouth but she did not break the kiss immediately. Sherri stared in wonder at the sisters kissing passionately and discovering each other's bodies. Anna had put her hands on Cassandra's buttocks to grasp her sister’s greatest asset, while Cassandra had moved her hands up to feel Anna's glorious bosom.

After a minute more of the Durkin sisters trading saliva between their mouths and running their hands over each other’s bodies, Cassandra broke the kiss and asked, what happened?

You are one of us, now, said Sherri with a devilish grin on her face.

One of us, Anna repeated.

Cassandra looked back and forth between her sister and friend. Thoughts of the obscene acts she wanted to perform on her roommates filled Cassandra's mind. The fun was only beginning. Cassandra smiled and repeated in askance, one of us?
The Queen:

Three Days Earlier

It was a slower night than usual at the club. Sherri leaned forward onto the bar with her hand underneath her chin and elbow resting near some empty glasses. She struggled to keep her eyes from closing in boredom as she rested on the table. The establishment she tended bar at, Curvy, was completely dead tonight. On a usual night, the club would be loud and rowdy. Women would be grinding against each other on the dance floor as straight and vicarious onlookers leered from their tables. On a good night Sherri could expect a quickie in the bathroom during her break, over a hundred dollars in tips, and a sexy lady to bring home and fuck after closing time.

Tonight, there was nothing. Even for a Sunday night, the crowd was thin. A few couples sat at tables in hushed conversation but no one sat at the bar for Sherri to converse with. Paige, a short-haired butch looking woman had sidled up to the bar and tried flirting with Sherri but she was quickly brushed off. Sherri already had Paige a few months ago and she had not been impressed by Paige's lovemaking. Paige mistakenly thought that bossing her lovers around and treating them like shit meant she was a dome. Sherri had been in a submissive relationship back in college and knew what a real dominant/submissive relationship was like. There was a delicate balance of giving and taking involved and all Paige knew how to do was take -take - take.

Sherri felt some embarrassment when she looked around the bar and realized that she had had sex with every woman here except for one. The only exception was a new customer Sherri hadn't seen before.

She spotted old Jean sitting by herself in a corner. The mature woman had realized too late she was a lesbian after her kids were in college and her husband had divorced her. Sherri had been the first woman to touch Jean's pussy in over a year. The lonely woman had cried at the end of their night together to Sherri's embarrassment.

There was also Janet and Ellen sitting in the opposite corner. The longtime married couple wanted to try a threesome for the first time and enlisted Sherri to be their third. After Sherri spent the night rocking both their worlds, the spouses cried in each other arms. They were distraught at having sex with a woman outside their marriage, and Sherri had to sit on their bed awkwardly unfulfilled while they wept together. Sherri winced and felt suddenly disturbed by how many of her dalliances with the clientele at this club ended with the other woman crying. That was why Sherri avoided monogamous relationships, they only ended in tears and Sherri couldn't stand watching someone else cry. Better to fuck and get out before any attachments can form.

So there were exactly zero prospects in the club this evening. The one cute girl Sherri was keeping her eye on had already been snatched up by Paige while Sherri was stuck serving drinks at the bar. Paige and the cute redhead made out sloppily at their table and Sherri saw Paige's hand disappear underneath the table. Sherri looked on enviously as Paige pulled the girl to her feet and led her to the bathroom. This was a rather common occurrence at this bar. Sherri cursed her luck that the redhead cutie's tongue would be inside of Paige's pussy instead of hers. There were no women left that Sherri wanted anything to do with. She hated going home alone.

Sherri kept busy by washing glasses and cleaning the top of the bar with a wet rag. The hands of the neon pink clock on the wall across from the bar moved incrementally slow toward closing time. A few minutes after entering the bathroom, Paige came out with a very satisfied look on her face. The redhead followed a few minutes later and walked to the bar to ask for a glass of water. Her freckled face was flushed red and Sherri would have to be dead to not notice the smell of Paige's pussy covering her face. Sherri handed the girl her drink and decided if she was going to make a play, it was now or never.

Sherri put her hand on the redhead's wrist before she could turn to leave and asked, "What's your name, honey?"

The redhead seemed embarrassed to name herself but still answered, Genevieve.

What a lovely name, Sherri said. Sherri used her warm smile she saved exclusively for women she planned to seduce. Genevieve, I know you only discovered you like girls recently. May be less than a week ago the way Genevieve squirmed at Sherri's presumption only confirmed her suspicions that this young woman was a recent convert to homosexuality. But you are a very beautiful girl, and you can do a lot better than cruising, gay bars for the first woman who will let you lick her pussy.

By the look on Genevieve's face, Sherri knew instantly that she had overplayed her hand. Genevieve brusquely thanked Sherri for the water and turned away to sit back down next to Paige. Paige flashed Sherri a triumphant look as Genevieve curled up next to the butch woman and laid her head on Paige's shoulder. Sherri had seen Genevieve's type before. Some of the newly enlightened lesbians wanted an older woman to mother and coddle them. Tell them what to do. Fuck that noise, Sherri thought, I don't have time for that shit. If Genevieve wanted Paige telling her how to cut her hair and dress she could go ahead and have her.

Sherri watched the minutes tick by and her mind began to dwell once again on her friend Cassandra. Sherri had thought that when they were separated by hundreds of miles at different colleges for five years her sexual desire for Cassandra might diminish. But when they both moved to New York and Cassandra suggested they move in together Sherri realized that her feelings for her best friend had only grown stronger. Sherri knew she was too cowardly to tell Cassandra how she really felt and risk ruining their relationship. She would probably live with her unrequited love for the rest of her life.

Sherri looked up at the clock again. She thought it had been fifteen minutes since she last looked, but it turned out to only be five. Sherri groaned that there were still two hours left till closing time. Would nothing come to save her from this dreadful monotony?

As if on cue, the front door opened. It was unusual to have a latecomer at this time of night when the club was this dead. A draft of cool autumn air preceded the newcomer. Through the door walked the most beautiful woman Sherri had seen in her entire life. She had long, luxurious dark hair as black as night. One side of her hair curled down her shoulder to beneath her breast. She wore a deep scarlet red dress with a hem that fell to beneath her knees. The dress revealed just enough of a tease of her cleavage to titillate but still look classy.

Her face and body were absolutely perfect. Her skin color was white with just enough of a tan to keep her from looking pale. Her red lips had almost the exact same shade as her dress. Her eyes, nose, and ears were finely shaped and all in perfect proportion to each other. Her body was slender, but not skinny. She still had large womanly breasts and shapely thighs. Her body curved absurdly inward at her waist before widening at her hips and buttocks. She looked as if she had been shaped from marble by a master sculptor.

By nutbuster