Riva Paradiso: A Lesbian Short

Copyright © 2011 by Stella Hudson

Smashwords Edition

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Cover Image Credit: Yuri Arcurs

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Riva Paradiso

“I still say we should have gone to the nudist resort.”

Jordan chuckled from beneath the shade of her straw beach hat. Leave it to Celia. There they were on the beach of a private resort in Corsica with miles of white sand stretching in both directions, and Celia wasn’t satisfied.

Jordan, with the smell of coconut oil always clinging to her and a drink at her side at every moment, was perfectly content with her surroundings.

“If you want to see dick,” she replied, “I’m sure the gentleman who offered to buy us breakfast this morning would be more than willing to oblige.”

“I considered it. Turn over, you’re going to be uneven.”

With a groan, Jordan pulled the hat away from her face. Even with dark sunglasses covering her eyes, the intrusion of the sun caused a painful stab in her head. She wriggled onto her stomach and reached into the beach bag at her head, producing a bottle of oil. “Give me a hand, would you?”

“We still could, you know,” Celia said quietly as she squirted a puddle of oil at the small of Jordan’s back.

Jordan rested her chin against her folded hands and closed her eyes. “Could what?”

“The man at breakfast.”

“God, Celia, he was what -- seventy?”

“And still in good shape. I’ll bet if we showed him a good time he’d take us to Monte Carlo.”

Jordan rolled her eyes. This was her first “real” vacation, as Jordan liked to think of it. London, New York, Montreal, Paris -- all had been lovely, in Jordan’s opinion, but too urban to offer any real relaxation. This, Riva Paradiso, was a vacation, but Celia was getting bored. When Celia got bored she got horny. Soon enough she would scheme her way into a bed or two. As always, Jordan would follow.

“If you want to go to Monte Carlo, we’ll go to Monte Carlo.”

“No, you’ve been looking forward to this all year. You deserve some peace and quiet, not me bitching all time.”

Jordan’s next words were stolen by the heavenly liquid heat running up and down her calves as Celia rubbed the oil in. With only a towel between her and the soft substrate, Jordan groaned and deflated.

She wasn’t interested in Mr. Moneybags and Monte Carlo, but she wouldn’t have objected to heading back to the beach house with Celia. They’d fooled around the first night at the resort and it had done wonders to slough off the tension left behind by travelling, but there hadn’t been a recurrence: at the end of the day both were too exhausted by the sun and the walking from site to site.

Jordan suddenly found herself hornier than she’d been in days. She could hardly stand it as Celia massaged her upper thighs. She wanted the same sweet pressure as a tongue worked her clit. She took a sharp intake of breath, held it, and expelled it as a moan.

Celia chuckled. “See? This is what I mean. You wouldn’t moan like that in Monte Carlo.”

“At least not in the same way.” Jordan twisted her head and yanked the braided rope of brown hair to the side. “Do you want me to do you?”

The double entendre was lost on Celia, who shook her head and slathered the oil across Jordan’s shoulders. “I think I’m going in soon.”

Jordan gave Celia an hour before she was getting fucked, if not by the rich old pervert from breakfast, then a lifeguard or waiter coming off duty.

She remained on her stomach as Celia wrapped herself in her sarong and plonked a straw hat on her crown of short red hair. “Did you want to come with me? We can do a threesome or a foursome.”

It was tempting, but she was feeling too selfish to share. She rested her chin on folded hands and grunted. “Maybe some other time. I just want to chill out for now.”

“I’ll tell you about the dirty details tonight.” Celia blew a kiss as she headed away from the pool area.

Jordan squeezed her eyes shut and growled. If she’d had balls, they’d be blue right about now.

There were more than enough men to choose from, but there was something about the heat and the smell of coconut and rum that made Jordan crave pussy. Maybe it was because her first experience with girls had been on summer vacations, fooling around after a day at the beach. All through high school she’d unleashed her bi-curiosity with every member of her social circle. “We’ll be in my room studying” was code for “Do not disturb, we’ll be eating pussy.” She’d had fun and built her sexual resume on beds adorned with stuffed animals and ruffled pillows. Jordan the College Girl liked cock, but Poolside Jordan wanted a soft body and a nice pair of tits.

She remained another half-hour at poolside, sunning and simmering, her clit tingling as she replayed past escapades in her mind until she couldn’t take it any longer. She finished her drink, collected her things, and headed back into the resort.

Maybe I should have gone to Monte Carlo, she thought as she climbed the stairs to the room she shared with Celia. She’d be able to sate this desire for a hot, slippery cunt easier than at this oasis. There was only one kind of woman at Riva Paradiso: married matrons who browned themselves on the beach during the day and gorged themselves in the evening on wine and rich entrees and richer desserts while their husbands chased any young bit of flesh in a bikini. On Monte Carlo, she would find a plethora of partners to suit any whim, perhaps a cosmopolitan madam looking to spoil a pretty young thing like Jordan.

Yet, after a shower, as she stood on the balcony of her suite and looked out on the breathtaking panorama of turquoise water and green foliage, she was glad she hadn’t given up her paradise. In nothing but her towel, she sat in the shade and let smoked a cigarette as she let her hair bake dry.

By the time twilight settled over the lagoon, she was in the bathroom dressing for the evening. She was slightly drunk on her feet, having imbibed half a bottle of wine after a short siesta, and teetered on her three inch heels. Celia had yet to return and Jordan was determined to find herself some company for the night, perhaps a couple daring enough to welcome Jordan to their bed.

Jordan lit another cigarette, took a drag, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The royal blue cocktail dress with the curved V-neck drew attention to her tits, while the black platform heels were simple but bold and drew attention to her tanned legs. When she’d pinned her hair up she’d hoped to evoke the urge to nibble on her bare shoulders.

She licked her lips and liked the way it looked. She’d lined them with a rich burgundy and shaded her eyes with smoky kohl, both of which would no doubt look outstanding as she used her tongue on a lover or lovers.

Jordan finished off with a spritz of her favourite perfume and left a note for Celia, then headed to the dining room. She didn’t plan to return, not if she could help it.

There were no surprises as she stood in the entryway and surveyed the lounge. The same clientele as the previous night collected around tables about the room, the men with their cigars and the women with their wine and gossip. A few of the women glared at her as their husbands sat up a little straighter with her entrance, yet she caught one or two wearing expressions of interest. One, in fact, raised her glass to Jordan as her husband leaned forward and muttered something.

It was to the bar that Jordan’s attention was drawn, where a dark-haired beauty with green eyes sat watching Jordan with a smile. Returning the woman’s grin, Jordan weaved past table after table, adding a little more sway to her hips as she neared. She settled at the bar with just one stool between herself and the woman and ordered a white wine.

Without any preamble, the woman closed the gap between them. “You’re one of the American girls all the hens are clucking about.”

Jordan tittered. “Is that a warning?”

The woman shook her head and took a sip of her martini. “Not at all. I’ve been here a month and let me tell you, this place needs a bit of excitement. Let them talk.” She set her drink aside and offered her hand to Jordan. “Bianca Macchione.”

Jordan slid her fingers against Bianca’s and enjoyed the soft scrape of the other woman’s nails against her palm. “Jordan Freeling.”

A silent, simmering moment followed in which Jordan warmed under Bianca’s scrutiny. That lovely gaze seemed to drink her in. Jordan’s blood heated in her veins. Her nipples went taut, and wet heat began to seep between her thighs.

At the same time she took the opportunity to get her fill of Bianca. She had no doubt that her new acquaintance had turned the same heads upon her entrance. Long black hair was like oil down her back and curves were hugged by a shimmering red dress. She suspected Bianca had always been voluptuous, that she was a woman with an appetite who wouldn’t dream of passing up dessert. It wasn’t hard to imagine getting lost in those curves and Jordan even began to feel a little breathless at the thought. She took a slow sip of her wine to cool her heated blood.

“An Italian name with a French accent,” Jordan said at last. “There must be a story behind that.”

Bianca shrugged. “I married lira, a wealthy man twice my age who left me his money and his mistresses.” She leaned closer and her voice turned into a low purr. “And I’ve enjoyed both immensely.”

Jordan could have groaned. Her cheeks grew hot and her clitoris throbbed. Bianca held her gaze as she slowly brought the glass to her lips and drank.

“And you?” she asked with a dazzling smile. “You and the other girl, are you lovers?”

Her frankness tied Jordan’s tongue, as did the mischief sparking in those emerald eyes. Jordan found herself not only increasingly turned on, but completely taken with Bianca Macchione.

She smiled and shrugged, and a little thrill zinged through her belly as Bianca’s gaze flicked down to her décolletage. “Sometimes, but not often.”

“That is a shame. I would have liked to have had you both together.”

Before Jordan could recover from the sudden rush of blood that went through her at Bianca’s words, Bianca placed her hand on Jordan’s thigh.

“My beautiful American doll, are you really going to make me chase you? Don’t mistake me, I’ll do it, but I find it to be such an utter waste of time to prolong the small talk when we could just be making love.”

The unabashed hunger in Bianca’s expression exhilarated her, and by the time Bianca’s hand curved over her inner thigh, Jordan’s pulse was fluttering so quickly she felt light headed.

“That’s a tempting prospect. I can only imagine how fun it must be to be chased by you.” She drew a quick breath as Bianca’s fingers danced beneath her skirt. “I don’t expect my roommate back for another few hours.”

Bianca shook her head, and her dark hair shimmered like oil. “I have a chalet on the beach. We can walk there.” She leaned forward, and Jordan held her breath. She knew she shouldn’t let Bianca kiss her there in the middle of the lounge, but as the heat of Bianca’s mouth touched hers, she couldn’t conjure a single reason why not.

It was quick and teasing, a simple brushing of soft lips against soft lips, and a flickering tongue against hers, and then Bianca retreated, removing her hand from Jordan’s thigh and finishing off her drink.

She set the glass on the bar and waved off the bartender when he approached, her gaze never leaving Jordan. “I hope your roommate doesn’t expect you back for hours, because I don’t intend to let you go so easily once I have you.”

* * *

Jordan lifted her ass and shoved her g-string down her thighs. She shimmied further up the bed until she was diagonally across the plush mattress. Breathless with excitement, she drew her knees up and out, exposing her glistening pussy to her new lover.

As they had walked from the hotel to the private chalets further down the beach, Jordan hadn’t been able to shake the thought that Bianca looked like a goddess in the moonlight.  Now, as Bianca knelt low on the bed, bathed in the amber glow from the accent lamp by the bed, it occurred to Jordan than Bianca would look like a goddess in any setting.

Bianca lowered her face and ran her hot tongue around Jordan’s swollen clit, sending a rippling sensation through Jordan’s swollen chasm.

With a shudder, Jordan rolled her hips in tune with the twirling motion of Bianca’s slippery tongue. Bianca’s dark lashes fluttered and she emitted a purr as she licked through the wet heat of Jordan’s pussy. The sound vibrated throughout Jordan’s body and was reborn as a low moan that spilled from Jordan’s lips.

Slowly, so light it was maddening, Bianca ran her tongue upward. Hot, pulsating rings inundated Jordan’s belly. Her clit pulsed under that flicking tongue-point. Pressing her hands to the insides of Jordan’s thighs, Bianca licked up and down, up and down. Her dainty, French-tipped fingers flanked Jordan’s clit and rubbed the sensitive flesh on either side.

Jordan grasped the bedding beneath her and let the sound of pleasure pour out of her as Bianca tongued her dripping hole, teasing at first, then penetrating Jordan with the hot tip.

A throb went through Jordan like a clap of thunder from far away. She lifted her head and looked down, and marvelled at how wet, how flushed her pussy was. She was glad she had waxed the day before and could see everything. The insides of her thighs were red beneath Bianca’s olive hands. Her juices smeared her bare mound.

That skilful tongue moved lower to tickle Jordan’s tight asshole. Licks of electric went through her. With a whimper, she dug her fingers into the bedding. She heard -- and felt -- Bianca’s chuckle. Leaving one hand flush against Jordan’s mound, she once more ran her tongue around Jordan’s clit. The other hand slid downward, where she used two fingers to probe Jordan’s juicy cleft.

Jordan couldn’t watch that illicit display a moment longer. Bianca’s hot tongue fluttered and the pulsations bloomed into an orgasm. The last thing she saw before letting her head fall back onto the mattress was Bianca’s shining jewel-green eyes. Through the steady rush of blood in her ears, Jordan could hear the wet sound of Bianca’s tongue and fingers, heard Bianca’s moans of pleasure as she urged Jordan’s body to accept the exquisite pleasure she gave.

Jordan’s orgasm seemed to be unspeakably thunderous as it reared up over her. Her entire body contracted in pleasure. At Jordan’s violent shudder, Bianca clamped down and held Jordan in place. With greedy, wet sounds, she worked clit between her lips while pumping her fingers faster against Jordan’s g-spot.

Panting, screaming, gushing, gyrating against the onslaught, Jordan spent the last of her ecstasy with and went limp while Bianca withdrew. She did not retreat, however. As Jordan’s cunt continued to spasm and send sinful aftershocks through her weakened body. Bianca kept Jordan spread open with two fingers and continued to lap the slippery juices that still rained down.

“Jesus. Stop.” Jordan managed to croak, but she didn’t really mean it. Bianca could -- and probably would, if left unchecked -- tongue-fuck her all night.

Jordan went limp, legs sprawled out, and let Bianca enjoy her feast.

Bianca may not have been Jordan’s first female lover, but until that moment Jordan really had no idea what fucking a woman was all about. She could feel the ultra-sensitivity ebbing away, leaving a foggy euphoria in its place, and made a droopy smile. She’d be ready to go again in just a minute, just as soon as she caught her breath.

Bianca’s tongue retreated. She licked from Jordan’s asshole to her clit and indulged in a slow kiss, tongue tracing around the still-sensitive bud. With a throaty wail, Jordan lifted her hips and pressed her cunt against that eager mouth.

That musical laugh marked the end of the interlude as Bianca got to her knees and licked her glistening lips. She smiled as she danced the tips of her fingers over Jordan’s thighs.

Jordan reached out and welcomed Bianca’s soft body against hers, opening her mouth to meet that skilful tongue. The kiss was quick, twisting and teasing, and Jordan was left with the taste of her own pussy in her mouth.

“You did the right thing by prowling the hotel for a lover tonight.” Bianca said with a smile. “I knew the moment I saw you that you were the kind of lover I could relish.”

With a grand sigh, Bianca rolled away from her and bounced off the bed. Jordan pushed herself up onto her elbows and was left breathless as she watched Bianca stride to the antique dresser opposite the bed. As Bianca opened the top drawer, she turned and winked. Jordan’s grinned as Bianca produced a flesh-coloured double-sided dildo.

She did a little twirl as she returned to the bed and kissed the tip of the dildo. “I’m going to make sure you never forget me when you leave Corsica.”

“I honestly don’t see how that’s possible.” Jordan reached low and pulled the skin around her clit taut. The wet bud stood out from its pink hood. “God, your tongue was so good.”

Bianca clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Did you expect to be disappointed?”

“Not at all.”

Bianca beamed. She leaned down and gave Jordan a hot peck on the lips. “I’m ready to come, my pretty doll, so I’ll fuck you with this first, but once I’ve gotten it out of my system I have a treasure trove to use on you.”

 Bianca scuttled close to Jordan, their pussies so close that Jordan felt the moist heat coming off  Bianca’s lightly-furred mound. A sly grin on her face, Bianca rubbed the flexible phallus against Jordan’s slit.

Jordan shuddered and fell back with a small cry. The silicone was as realistic as it could be, with thick veins ribbing the length and ending in a crested head. As the flared tip penetrated her slippery gash, Jordan assumed her original position: legs bent at the knee to allow the best access.

“Just like that, my little doll,” Bianca said in that silky voice, and beneath it was a slightly domineering undercurrent that had intrigued Jordan from the start.

Deeper and deeper she filled Jordan’s pussy, until there was no more room. She adjusted herself, kneeling with one foot on the mattress, and positioned the other end between her pouting lips.

Her breath coming in hard spurts, Jordan watched the other end of the dildo stretch Bianca’s cunt. The walls of her pussy pulsed as she felt the pressure of Bianca’s weight with every inch it swallowed. By the time Bianca had her fill, their dripping nether lips almost touched.

While Bianca clearly preferred to tease while giving, when it came time to take she was an unrelenting animal. Gripping Jordan’s knees for leverage, she began to thrust forward and backward, hard and fast. The sounds that spilled out of her were unrelenting, growling and grunting, broken only by long moans.

Caught in the tumult at once, Jordan reached forward and wrapped her hands around Bianca’s wrists. The bed groaned as they bucked together over the dildo in perfect rhythm. Each time Bianca withdrew until only the head remained, so did Jordan, and they came together so hard that Jordan felt the jolt through her whole body.

The friction was unstoppable. Jordan found herself rocked by an orgasm that emanated from deep in her pussy. She was weakened and shaking as she felt her hot juices squirting out around the dildo, but she held on.

“Yes, darling, yes. I can see your pretty pussy squirting!”

It was as if Bianca had added fuel to the fire. Renewed, Jordan worked harder than before, ready for the next deluge of pleasure, and the next and the next. Above her, Bianca’s glorious tits bounced, her large nipples hard and protruding.

Bianca’s grip tightened and she shrieked. At the same moment Jordan looked down to see the milky ejaculate squirting her inner thighs.

On and on they pounded together to keep the fire ignited. Jordan was unspeakably hot. There was no reprieve, no chance to put herself back together after coming. She didn’t want to do it anyway.

Letting go of Bianca’s wrists, she fell back and drew her knees up as far as she could. “Fuck my pussy, baby,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck it. Make me cream all over again.”

Bianca moaned. “I love how filthy you young girls can be.”

She spread Jordan out even wider and raised her hips. The dildo made a wet slurping sound as it slid from her hole, but remained buried deep inside Jordan, the length sticking straight up. The phallus seemed alive, quivering as Jordan’s inner muscles sucked on it.

Jordan reached out and took hold of Bianca’s hips. Feet on the mattress on either side of Jordan’s hips, Bianca squatted over the dildo. She lowered herself and for a moment she remained, tilting forward so their erect clits bumped.

Jordan let go as Bianca grasped her knees again, reaching one hand between their bodies to rub Bianca’s sticky lips. She smeared the other woman’s juices with hers, then grinned as she licked the tangy mixture from her fingertips.

“Such a naughty little fuckdoll I’ve found myself,” Bianca said with a laugh, and then she began to fuck.

While Bianca bounced hard on top of her, Jordan flailed a moment before grabbing at Bianca’s tits. As hard as Bianca fucked her, Jordan pulled and pinched, revelling in Bianca’s escalating shrieks,

Fuckdoll. The pet name made the fuck all the sweeter. She filled the air with her own screams as another orgasm exploded through her, clouding her vision with coloured lights and riddling her body with hot shards of gratification.

The wildcat on top of her thrashed, driving the dildo deep with every insane movement. Through the stars in her eyes and the liquid pleasure filling her, Jordan could scarcely make out the bared teeth and tumbling black hair whipping back and forth.

What little sense that had crept back fled as Bianca came down hard, riding her end of the dildo without any rhythm or rhyme, just sheer power that pounded Jordan to yet another creamy orgasm. She resigned herself to being fucked to death and drowned in her climax, until Bianca ground hard against her and began to shake. With a primal groan, Bianca fell back onto her hands and hovered, crab like, leaving them both impaled. The room spun and spun and Jordan was powerless to stop it.

After a moment of gasping, Bianca extracted the dildo and slipped to Jordan’s side. “Goodness!”

Jordan couldn’t answer as long as her lungs burned with the slightest breath and her eyes seemed to spin like slot machines. The days of the week danced around her head like cartoon stars as she laid there like a useless mound of putty. She had three more days left on Corsica. Now she wondered how many hours in those days she could spend in Bianca’s bed before her body just gave out on her.

“Champagne,” Bianca said in a puff of air, yet she didn’t move. “I can’t stand not toasting such a delicious bout of fucking.”

Jordan groaned as she pushed up onto her elbows. She grinned down at Bianca. “It was pretty outstanding, wasn’t it? Did you want me to call room service?”

Bianca stretched her beautiful body and whimpered as she held her pose, then shook her head. “There’s a cooler that’s fully stocked.”

For half an hour they drank the finest champagne and nibbled on the best chocolates as they chatted. Bianca was immensely curious about Jordan’s life as an American college girl, and Jordan was equally engrossed in Bianca’s jet-setting tales.

“Tell me,” Bianca said as she finished off her champagne, “you and the other girl are not lovers, but have you ever had her?”

If Bianca loved Jordan’s vulgarity, Jordan in turn adored the way Bianca said things. Had her. She expected that after they parted, Bianca would boast to friends, “I had the most exciting American girl while I was in Corsica.” And it would be the truth -- Bianca had Jordan, and not the other way around.

Jordan chuckled and bit into a truffle. “Celia likes cock too much, though I’ve had some success with her. She mostly likes having her pussy eaten while she’s sucking a guy off and she’s not discriminating about who does it.”

“Can we prompt her to join us in Greece?”

“Greece? France is our last stop, unfortunately.”

“I refuse to hear that. You’ll come with me and I’ll pay for the entire thing.”

Bianca’s words were sprung on Jordan so unexpectedly that the latter swallowed her candy too fast and coughed. Eyes watering, she rolled away from Bianca until her throat had cleared. She gulped down what was left of the champagne and fell onto her back. Bianca hovered over her with concern on her brow.

“I’ve shocked you. I sometimes forget not everyone is as impetuous as I am.”

Jordan shook her head against the bedding. “It’s not that. Well, maybe it’s exactly that. Did you just offer to take Celia and me to Greece?”

“On the condition you let me make love to you as often as I want.” She grinned, plucked the empty champagne glass from Jordan’s hand, and leaned down to nuzzle both Jordan’s breasts. “It’s not negotiable. Your friend must meet my condition as well. She can have her cock, but her pussy is mine at my leisure.”

As Bianca’s tongue curled around a puckering nipple, Jordan contemplated this fantastic proposal. She barely knew Bianca, yet at the same time she knew there would never be an opportunity like this again.

“And,” Bianca went on breathily as she moved to service the other nipple, “You will have your cock, too. I want to watch you being fucked by a monster of a man while your pretty friend sucks a cock.”

Bianca scraped her teeth over the sensitive peak. Jordan lifted her shoulder in offering as Bianca started to suck.

“What if Celia doesn’t agree?” Bianca knew her friend wouldn’t. Celia would never be so spontaneous, even as Jordan had already made up her mind to continue this pleasure tour further into Europe.

So intent was she on working Jordan’s nipple until the pleasure stung, it was another moment before Bianca answered, She lifted her head, swiped her tongue across the wrinkled tip for one last lick, and grinned.

“Then it will be her loss, and you will have to work twice as hard to keep me entertained.”

Jordan grinned back at Bianca, watching the dark-haired beauty scuttle down to settle between Jordan’s legs. The conversation came to a halt as Bianca used the tip of her tongue to part wet lips.

Under the sinful coaxing of Bianca’s tongue, Jordan’s cunt blossomed open. With the initial fever spent by their wild coupling, Bianca’s meandering pace was perfection. Everything in the whole word seemed to slow down as Jordan’s pleasure lazily built. Jordan tilted her head back, closed her eyes and gave all of her attention to the delicious sensation of Bianca’s tongue swirling around her clitoris. Slim fingers kindled the hot flame the dildo had set ablaze not long ago.

“Wonderful,” she whispered on a quick breath, and moaned as Bianca puckered her lips, giving Jordan’s slippery mound a kiss that was pure perfection.

When Bianca began to suck, Jordan lifted her head. Those beautiful, full lips quivered against Jordan’s pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, Bianca’s gaze remained upon Jordan’s face, the light from the bedside lamp dancing in her eyes. The wet sound coincided with every flick of her tongue. All the while she rubbed Jordan’s g-spot, faster with every moment, until the slow burn built and built.

“Oh fuck, you eat pussy better than anyone I’ve ever had before. Oh -- oh, fuck!” Jordan pumped her hips in tune with Bianca’s tongue flickering over the tip of her clit. With just a small sound of approval, Bianca’s efforts intensified.

The pleasure-ache in Jordan’s clit was almost too much to bear. She gave over to it completely, wriggling to match Bianca’s mouth and tugging her nipples so that the sting speared her in the same beat as her throbbing clit.

Then came an abrupt pause that made her cry out in frustration. Bianca’s mouth left her pussy and her fingers stilled, but as Jordan felt the tight opening of her asshole being probed she held her breath until the length of Bianca’s finger had filled her.

It began again, better than before. Bianca devoured with more feral intensity while her fingers worked in unison to plug both Jordan’s holes. Jordan wanted to tear the bedding apart, to go wild and need to be subdued, to buck off and revel in sweet restraint. Instead, she arched her back and let the muscles in her abs absorb the energy dying to let loose. She moaned, and the more she cried out the more Bianca gave her.

The combination of that hot mouth sucking and licking and those feminine fingers dually fucking her brought on a torrent of ecstatic ripples that rolled over and over her. Her clit swelled. Her asshole, lubed with her own juices, puckered around Bianca’s finger. Her pussy shuddered and Jordan felt a deluge of thick cream squeezing out of her and around Bianca’s relentless fingers.

She abandoned toying with her nipples, now swollen to the point of pain, and threw her arms over her face in defeat. The euphoria seemed to go on and on, swelling up in little waves and retreating as Bianca kept on working her. That hot tongue moved from Jordan’s sensitive clit to clean her sopping crack and asshole.

Jordan was in a fog as it came to an end. She lay gasping and useless as Bianca bounced along the mattress to rest next to Jordan.

“You will be fucked even better than that if you stay with me,” Bianca purred close to Jordan’s ear, and her voice sounded distant through the lingering hum that filled Jordan’s head. “You need only lay back and spread your legs, and you will find no shortage of partners willing to enjoy your pussy like I have.”

Jordan sucked in a deep breath. Her mouth was dry and her throat was like parchment. Her lungs burned, yet still she was able to reply, “You bet your ass, I’ll go with you.”

* * *

Celia’s bubble burst when Jordan returned to their room the following afternoon. Jordan dragged herself into the bathroom, still glowing from a full morning of fucking Bianca, and listened to Celia describe her adventures the night before. Apparently, she had returned to the room looking for Jordan to help  her entertain her two playmates and when she couldn’t find her, Celia had enjoyed a night of marathon fucking with the both of them.

Still, she couldn’t compete with Jordan’s night of Sapphic fun, complete with an invitation to Greece. Celia came off as concerned, but it was obvious to Jordan that it was all just sour grapes.

“So, you want me to come with you to Greece with a woman you don’t even know because she fingered your ass while she sucked on your pussy?”

Towelling off from a glorious shower, Jordan scowled. “How is that different from letting an old pervert take us to Monte Carlo in exchange for sucking his dick?”

In the midst of the argument, Jordan hotly extended Bianca’s invitation to join them and it was rudely rejected, but friendship prevailed and their feud ended almost as quickly as it had begun. While Jordan couldn’t convince Celia to change her mind, she was the recipient of a newfound excitement for the upcoming adventure.

“Two weeks,” she told Celia as they headed down to the beach. She was in desperate need of sleep -- both of them were -- but she wasn’t willing to waste the morning sun if she could sleep through the afternoon, surrounded by air conditioning while the island stewed. “Two weeks in Greece, and another two weeks heading back to France where I’ll fly out.”

“Your Mom and Dad are going to freak the fuck out.” Celia spread her towel on the sand and plunked down. “And so will I if you don’t email me every day.”

“I’ll even send you video of this goddess eating me out.”

Celia chortled, but Jordan knew that Celia would be disappointed if she missed any of the dirty details. From where they had laid out their things, Jordan could see the edge of Bianca’s balcony.  If her lover emerged, she would go back to the chalet, sleep deprived or not. Even her used and abused clit tingled at the prospect of seeing Bianca again so soon.

“I wish I could be like you,” Celia said with a sigh and settled onto her back. “I’m daring, but you’re like a nympho. You’ll fuck anyone and everyone.”

Jordan squirted on some oil and slathered it over her body. “And that is why I’m going to Greece with Bianca. I can spend the rest of the summer at home with the same people, or I can be on the Mediterranean being pleasured by a gorgeous woman and her friends.”

Celia squinted at Jordan as she slid her sunglasses up her nose. “You’re going to make me regret not coming, aren’t you?”

With a chuckle, Jordan laid back. “Maybe, but I plan on being too busy coming myself to make you jealous.”

About

Stella Hudson was about twelve when she wrote her first dirty story, scribbling after dark in her green journal with the brass lock. It was a lesbian tale set in a private school, and our young miss was left quite insensible by the beautiful custodian. Three years later she got her hands on her first erotic novel, a Victorian tale that left quite an impression on Stella’s mind.

Subsequent attempts to do her duty as an English major and write anything remotely literary eventually evolved into kinky little morsels, and so for a while she agreed to meet the book nerd halfway and write erotic romance and romance. She has been published under a pen name by several publishers and her work has appeared in anthologies alongside some of the best and most popular erotica writers in the world.

Wanting to set aside the heaving bosums for a while and explore her naughtier nature, Stella began to write a series of stories featuring bisexual and lesbian heroines, women who love nothing more than the sinful touch of another woman’s tongue where it can bring the most pleasure.

Stella currently lives in Canada with her partner.

http://stellahudson.wordpress.com/