Over time I found many girlfriends in the gay/lesbian scene. One of them was Maria. She was a little smaller than me and very thin, with a long, thin face and big dark eyes behind black-rimmed glasses. She was of some Middle Eastern heritage and had the blackest hair and the palest skin I've ever seen. She grew up in a religious family, which would not accept her as a lesbian, and was filled with conflicts about that. Despite that, or maybe because of it, she was horny as all hell.

She helped to do the wardrobe in some of the cabarets I visited or clubs I played, and one night after a little gig of mine we talked a bit and then went somewhere to eat when her shift was over. I told her about my experiences on stage, especially with Tessa's troupe, which seemed to turn her on quite a bit, but she tried hard not to let it show. When we finally got up to go back home we exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in touch.

A few days later she actually called and asked if I wanted to go to a burlesque with her. I didn't know the show, nor the club it was supposed to be in, but I agreed. We met in front of the location on a parking lot and I almost would not have recognized her. She wore heavy make-up, black eyeliner and mascara with some squiggly adornments in the corners of her eyes, which made them look very sexy in combination with her glasses. Purple lipstick and ruby red eyeshadow around the eyes finished off her face. She wore a tight white blouse that showed her slender figure well and stretched nicely across her small, tight breasts, and latex pants with boots whose heels were so high she practically walked tip-toed all the time.

Next to her I felt like a hippie, with my loose green dress and black combat boots, which I put on in a fancy. I didn't care much about makeup and just put on a little eyeliner, but she looked so breathtaking that I had to upgrade. She offered mascara and lipstick and we finally went into the club like two gothic sisters.

The small room was nicely filled and the audience was bright and colourful. I already liked it. The show itself was more striptease than theatre, laid over with loud, stomping bass beats that made you want to dance, and since we had to stand anyway, we soon started swaying.

Maria was beside me and we watched the dancers on stage, as they crawled around half-naked or fully naked. I was almost hypnotized, until I noticed Maria coming so close our bodies were rubbing against each other. She smiled at me shyly and looked around, as if to excuse herself because of the tight space. I felt the warmth of her body, the silky skin of her arms, and pulled her even closer against myself.

We danced and rubbed on each other's body. I felt her breasts, as they were pressing against mine, and caressed her sides. I became incredibly horny and she seemed to feel the same, because she suddenly squatted slowly and slid down my torso. I felt her hands wander under my dress and up my thighs.

I closed my eyes. I forgot the crowd around us and only felt the beat, Maria's hands and her lips, as they started kissing my pubic hair. I moaned, but with the loud music I couldn't even hear myself. Meanwhile, Maria opened my labia and let her tongue slide between them. She took incredibly long with everything, as if she wanted to savour every little part of my pussy.

Suddenly I felt something similar from behind. Someone began caressing my buttocks gently. Surprised, I wanted to turn around to see, when Maria inserted a finger into my pussy and began fucking. I gasped for air and spread my legs a little wider to give her more room. The hands in my back pulled my butt cheeks apart and a small, warm tongue slipped between and caressed my anus. Whoever it was, they knew what was good.

I felt Maria's fingers slide into my twat and wished she'd do me something harder, but she was as deliberate, gentle and careful at fucking as she was at everything else. The woman behind me - I guess it was a woman, because I felt long hair when I reached behind me - tackled me harder. When she had slobbered my ass well enough, she inserted two fingers into my anus right away. I felt the rings on them rubbing me and massaging me, and got horny out of mind.

Maria seemed to notice me getting increasingly more wet and she licked eagerly the juice from my cunt. The fucker behind me, however, discovered, that my ass seemed to be used to regular stretching, and spread me even more, until I felt four fingers inside me. She fucked me hard, and Maria eventually noticed something else going on with me.

This made her more courageous and so she inserted two fingers into my wet mutt and pushed her thumb hard on my clit. Her fingers crooked inside me and rubbed my slit while she massaged my button. I was besides myself. The little uptight cunt really went down on my pussy, and some stranger slut was fucking my ass. I wanted to, I had to come.

I reached for Maria's hand and pulled it out while I grabbed her hair and pressed her face into my bush. My ass was pounded incessantly and I started rubbing my clit like crazy. I came. Usually my slit was dripping more or less when I had an orgasm, and I could leave quite a puddle, but this time it just shot out of me. I was surprised and had not experienced anything like it. It felt like I had to pee and could no longer hold it back, and finally I hit Maria with pressure straight in her face. My ass clamped, and the fingers pulled back out of it while Maria got showered in cunt jizz.

She struggled back up and looked at me surprised. Her makeup was running and her glasses were all soaked. I pulled her against me and kissed her passionately, pressing her hot, slender body against mine and licked my slime off her lips. Then I turned to look at my other lover, but she was either already gone, or would not show herself. Around me, nobody seemed to have noticed anything.

Maria and I danced throughout the rest of the show. When we finally went home, none of us knew at first what to say. She finally asked me shyly if I liked it. "You mean the pussy lick?" I asked back laughing. She blushed. "I've come harder than ever before," I said. "So yes, I liked it very much."

She took off her glasses and began wiping them embarrassed. "I've been wondering what that was," she said. "Hmm. I'm pretty wet when I come," I replied. "But never THAT wet." Her makeup was still smeared from my juice, but she didn't seem to notice, or care. Now she was curious. "I almost never come," she told me. "I learned that a woman would not 'do that'. We've got some strange rules about it anyway." She paused for a moment.

"Your hair," she said finally. "You never, like, shave?" It sounded a little reproachful but curious. I shook my head. "I don't like the itch, and when I shave I feel kinda... nude, and 'cold' down there. I think with a bush it looks much more feminine."

She thought for a while, then answered, "We've got strange rules about that too. I don't know if it's tradition or religion, or whatever, but we're always told that women needed to shave, because it's cleaner and prettier." She shrugged.

"So you're shaved bald?" I asked. She blushed again, but nodded. "So how did you like it, then?" I continued to ask.

She stuttered. "Well, so, at first, well, I was surprised, and I thought of all the things I heard about 'you'. That you're unsanitary, and rough, and brutal. And the more I thought about that, the more it turned me on. And so I just wanted to please you, that gives me such a wonderful feeling."

I smiled. "You're pretty submissive," I said. "What about your own satisfaction?"

She looked down embarrassed. "Dunno," she mumbled. "I always thought that wasn't important. And it gives me satisfaction to make you happy. I think I just don't need it that much."

I shook my head. "Bullshit," I said. "What do you think of when you're doing it yourself?"

She stuttered again. "I, well, that... I don't do that... so..."

I laughed. "Oh yeah? Never?"

She got quiet. "Well. Not so much."

I laughed again. "So? Then what're you thinking of when you're doing it 'not so much'?" I asked her.

She was all shy now. "Oh well, nothing special," she said.

I slapped her butt. "Don't tell me stories," I said. "What did you think of the last time you did it to yourself?"

She breathed in deep: "Well... honestly? I imagined you watching me at it."

"At what?" I asked. "When you're jerking off?" She nodded slightly. "Well, what're you waiting for?" I asked. We stood by her car and she stared at me confused.

"You'd like that?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

She asked again, "I mean, would you want that?"

I looked her deep in the eyes and understood by now how to treat her. She needed someone to tell her what she could do, so she wouldn't feel guilty and ashamed. I lifted her chin and smiled at her big black eyes. Then I kissed her purple mouth and said commandingly, "Jerk. Off. Your. Cunt. Now."

She looked around. The parking lot was already empty, only far away by the entrance were a few figures. She opened her blouse and I could see a sweet red push-up bra. I reached inside it and pulled out her small breasts. They were somewhat soft, and when I let them go I noticed she had saggy tits. I loved that. They were very natural and suited her well. Maria obviously wasn't all that happy about them, but when she found me sucking them passionately, she became more relaxed. "Sit down," I whispered as I helped her out of her pants.

She opened the car door and sat down on the seat while I pulled the trousers off her legs. Then I looked at her expectantly. She didn't quite know how to start. A red panty covered her pelvis and I gently pushed her legs apart. "Show me your pussy," I ordered. She ran a finger across the panty reluctantly, then pushed it slightly down. One hand began rummaging around in it and she closed her eyes. The more she rubbed, the more secure she felt, until she pushed the panties all the way down and let it fall to the ground. I picked it up and noticed an aromatic trail of slime running through its center.

Maria continued to rub and finally spread her legs to give me a good look at her pussy. She didn't lie and was shaved bare all over, glimmering from wetness. Her tits hung down flaccid over her bra and she spread her labia with her fingertips. Her pussy looked much tighter and smaller than mine, which gave her an innocent, virgin look.

She was rubbing her clit, in circles, up and down and side to side. Her other hand was kneading a breast and she threw her head back. She moaned quietly.

I incited her, "Just like that, slut. Show me your holes." She moaned louder and slid further down. Then she pulled her butt cheeks and labia apart with both hands and I looked deep into her twat.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Just like this," I replied. "And now you'll fuck yourself." She looked at me puzzled. I squatted in front of her, lifting my dress and inserting two fingers into my pussy. I showed her how I fucked myself with that and she finally ran a fingertip across her pussyhole and pushed it in. She started fingering herself slowly and cautiously; I took my phone out and took pictures of her, as she sat there, legs spread wide, tits hanging freely and the finger in the fuck hole.

That seemed to incite her even more. She penetrated her pussy deeper and I took some close-up shots of her twat, her tits and her face. "Uhhh, is it right like this?" she moaned.

I smiled. What she really wanted to know was if she could just let go and be horny. I grabbed her hand and stuck it hard down her hole. "You dirty little cunt," I whispered. "You're jerking off in front of me, yes?" I grabbed her tits and squeezed them. "You'll fuck yourself like a woman now," I ordered. "With the gear shift."

She stared at me wide-eyed, but sat up without hesitation and spread her legs across the centre of the car. She reached between them and pulled the gear back, then lowered her hips onto it. Her labia rubbed the thick head of the shift and she spread them with both hands as far as she could. Then she sat down.

The knob entered her with a hitch, and she screeched. I climbed into the car with her and began sucking her nipples as she was riding the gear knob. She bent forward to see how the black club was penetrating her slit. Her saggy tits were swinging nicely in time with her riding, and I sucked and pulled at them with passion.

Soon, she trembled. I felt how she wanted to come, but resisted it at the same time. "That's right," I whispered. "You work your cunt like she needs it. You're fucking like a real woman now, horny and unhindered. Make your utters bounce and stuff your holes all the way." That pushed her over the edge.

She now felt accepted and encouraged, and let it come. Her head was shaking her silky hair ecstatically and she squeaked, "Yeaaahhh! Look at my cunt how she comes!" Hastily I made some more pictures when she reared up, rubbing her clit as the knob slid out of her. Her body shuddered and at her high point she thrusted two fingers deep into her vagina. Then she sank happily into the passenger seat.

She kept caressing her labia for a little while more as the feeling subsided. "Mmmmh, that was nice," she purred.

I slurped the slimy remains off the gear knob and kissed her passionately. "You're a wonderful woman," I said. "Never forget."

When I came home later, I sent her the pictures in an email as a remembrance of how horny she could be. And a few of myself to have something to jerk off to.