Victoria’s Secret
By Sarahhh

(This is a sequel to “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” which was posted on October 31)

After experiencing the tragic death of my very first lover, David, and then being sodomized by the renegade cop, I swore off men. At least for the rest of the summer. It would be just me and my fingers and vibrator. So I thought.

I met Victoria at the gym. Beautiful. Tall, jet black hair, and milky white skin. Early thirties. She showed me the family pictures. Handsome husband. Two children, a boy nine and a girl seven. President of the PTA and a high school teacher before she became married with children. Extremely intelligent and witty. And a model once, a dozen years ago. She still looked like a model. Gorgeous. I told her about my job with the publishing company.

After a week of exercising next to one another and chatting incessantly, Victoria suggested that I come over to her house afterwards. “We’ll have some lunch, Sarah. And you can help me with some computer stuff. I can’t seem to convert some dang text files into Microsoft Word. Let’s leave our cars here. We’ll jog. It’s only a couple blocks. You can shower at my house.”

“Okay, Victoria, sounds good to me. I’m starving. I usually go to Burger King right after working out. For a whopper.”

“For a whopper, ’eh?” Her mischievous smile surprised me. “No more Burger King for you! Wait until you try my special surprise. You’ll love it.”

“Can’t wait. What is it?”

“It’s a secret. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Whatever you say, Victoria. I love surprises.”

I went right to Victoria’s computer when we got to her house and began to work with the files.

Victoria began to rub my shoulders expertly and massage my neck as I sat in the chair. It felt really good.

“I like the smell of sweat,” Victoria commented after a few minutes, “on a woman. You are beautiful, Sarah.”

“Me?” I responded. “Victoria, you look like you still are a top runway model.”

“You should have seen me when I was your age, before I had two kids. I’ve put on ten pounds since the modeling days.”

“Well, Victoria, you must have been too skinny then because you’re just right now.”

Victoria was still standing behind me as I sat at the desk. Her hands moved off my shoulders. Down my front. She slipped her fingers into my sports bra top. Gently she fondled my breasts. I was too shocked to do anything. She removed her hands after a few moments and then spun the chair around so I faced her. 

“Sarah, I have a secret.”

“You told me, Victoria. Lunch.”

“No, not that. A really big secret.”

“Well, tell me! Curiosity killed the kitty.”

“Sarah, I like girls.”

“Huh?”

“Girls. I like girls. I like you, Sarah. I like to make love to women. I want to make love to you, Sarah. I want to lick the sweat off your body. All of your body.”

“Uh…uh…”

“Does my secret surprise you, Sarah?”

“Well…uh…yeah. You have a husband. You have children. I mean, you are president of the PTA.”

Victoria laughed gaily. “A husband is a good thing if you plan on having children. You might say that my husband and I have an open relationship. I have no secrets when it comes to him. And I love him dearly. He knows I like girls. I’m not a lesbian. Bi-sexual.”

“Uh…I don’t know what to say, Victoria.”

“You’re apprehensive about this? About being made love to by a woman?”

“Uh…yeah…I am. I never even thought about being with a woman. That way. I’ve never even seriously kissed another girl before. Little smooches for my family and girlfriends, but nothing…uh…you know.”

“Sarah, I won’t try to persuade you to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you think I could kiss you?”

“Uh…okay, I guess…uh…that would be okay, Victoria.”

Victoria held my face in her hands. Softly she brushed my lips with hers. And then she really kissed me. “We are having French for lunch, Sarah,” she whispered. I let her tongue sensuously explore my mouth. “What did you think about the kiss, Sarah?” 

“Girls can kiss better than guys,” I responded seriously. And then we both giggled hysterically.

“The ‘French Kiss’ was first known as ‘maraichinage’ which was a term to describe the prolonged, deep tongue kiss practiced by the Mairaichins, inhabitants of Brittany, France.” 

“Is that where you are from, Victoria?” I snickered and stood. We hugged and kissed again. It was even better standing up. Her mouth tasted so sweet.

Victoria began to undress me tentatively, waiting for my response. I covered her hands with mine and helped. Then we did her.

“Sarah, you are so beautiful. Your breasts are lovely.” She fondled them gently.

I did the same to her breasts. “You have the most incredible nipples, Victoria. The way the tips get so big.”

“Are you still apprehensive about this, Sarah?”

“No, strangely I’m not. It just feels so right. I’m very attracted to you, Victoria.”

“It is right, Sarah. I want you, Sarah. I want to make love to you.”

Victoria held my hand and led me to her bedroom.

For about fifteen minutes we explored each other’s body with our hands and tongues. Victoria did lick the sweat from my body. All of it. And I hers. The huge erect tips of her nipples continued to fascinate me. I couldn’t keep my lips off them.

Victoria couldn’t keep her fingers out of my pussy. She stuck two fingers inside me with her palm cupped over my mons. Her fingers went in and out as the ball of her hand pressed hard against my vulva. She tapped gently on my clit with her fingertip and got me off very quickly. I stifled a scream and just moaned and sighed because I didn’t want her to know how much I liked it. How much she turned me on. I was a little embarrassed over my intense attraction to her. She could do me better than I can do myself.

“Did you like that, Sarah?” She licked my juice off her fingers and smiled deliciously.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did, Victoria.” 

“Sarah, kissing isn’t the only thing that girls can do better than guys. We’ll play follow the leader. I’ll be the leader. You just do what I do.”

“I will, Victoria.”

“You know, Sarah, I just love this little patch of red hair. It matches your head perfectly.”

“Yours is so…uh…”

“Naked?”

I giggled. “Yeah, naked.”

“I use a product that keeps it smooth. No stubble trouble. But don’t you dare! Yours is too pretty like this. Pretty little pussy.”

“Yours is pretty too, Victoria.”

“Thank you, Sarah. Flattery will get you everywhere. Especially with respect to getting my tongue right between your long, lovely legs. And my nose into that little red bush.”

Victoria licked, nibbled, and kissed the inside of my thighs from my knees to my crotch. Softly. So softly. Gently. So gently. She stuck her nose in my little red bush and flicked the area around my clit with her tongue. Oh my, I wanted so bad for her to put that tongue right on my hot button.

“It’s time for your surprise for lunch, Sarah. Your box lunch surprise. The best position for two women to perform cunnilingus simultaneously,” Victoria explained patiently, “is side by side. The upside position of my mouth and your pussy makes an ideal fit. There is more room for my hands. And it’s comfortable. It’s easier to go as long as it takes. But I bet it doesn’t take you long, Sarah. Would you like to make a little wager?”

“Oh sure.”

“We’ll watch the clock. If I can make you cum faster than you can make me cum, then I win.”

“What do you win?”

“If I win you come over again tomorrow for lunch. The same thing is on the menu.”

I laughed lightly. “It’s a bet! And if I win, I come over again tomorrow for lunch. The same thing is on the menu.”

Now she laughed delightfully. “I’m going to ring your bell, Sarah. The dinner bell. I’m going to ring it like it’s never been rung before.”

“Ring-a-ding-ding,” I responded coyly.

I was just dying for Victoria to put her tongue on my hot spot and ring my bell. I couldn’t stand the anticipation. But no, she played a little longer. She began to lick my pussy from the entrance up to my clit. Her tongue was soft. “Relax your jaw when you do this, Sarah.”

“I…uh…I…uh…will, Victoria. Oh my, that feels good.”

Victoria ran her tongue between my inner and outer labia on one side, while holding the two together with her lips. Then she did the other side.

“Oh, Victoria!”

Then she went in and out of my pussy with her tongue. And around and around. It really felt good but not earth shattering. But I suspected she was just warming up. As I was.

Victoria began to suck on my clit. Little sucks. Pulling on it and then letting it go. Then she alternated the sucking with flicking her tongue all over and around. Gently at first. As she felt me gradually respond more and more she picked up the pace. Harder and faster.

“Oh God, Victoria!” I screamed.

She paused momentarily to respond. “I’m not God, Sarah. I’m a goddess. And so are you.”

I started to giggle. Then I started to cry. Happy tears. Because Victoria was making me feel like never had felt before. Not only loved. My first lover, David, made me feel loved. But Victoria was taking me beyond the beyond. Sexual pleasure like I had never experienced before. She was worshipping me. She was worshipping the every essence of my being. She was worshipping my pussy.

Victoria stuck her fingers inside me and wiggled them around to supplement her tongue working over my clit. And then I lost it. I came in her mouth. And shouted some words that I never say and won’t repeat.

“Oh God, Victoria, that was so good,” I whispered. “So very, very good.”

“Simon says follow the leader,” she purred.

“Yes, of course, Victoria. I’m going to do for you what you did for me.” And I did.

“Oh God yourself, Sarah, that was so good!” she exclaimed as she wound down while my lips still held her clit. Her spasms gradually diminished.

I lifted my head up. “I think it was a tie, Victoria. Our contest.”

“Yes, Sarah. Yes indeed. A tie. You’re coming over tomorrow for lunch. And then you’re cumming. Over and over.”

“Oh goody!” I couldn’t believe how much I liked Victoria. Not only as a lover. As a friend. Little did I know at that moment that one day she would be more than a lover and a friend.

We cuddled and kissed for awhile. And laughed and cried, telling each other tantalizing secrets. Victoria had so many secrets.

“Victoria, when was the first time you had sex with another woman?” I asked.

She laughed. “The first time I had sex with a man.”

“No, I mean the first time you had sex with a woman.”

“It happened the same night. The first time I had sex with a woman. Or a man.”

“Huh?”

“When I was in high school I babysat for this one couple quite regularly. Quite an attractive couple. One Saturday night when I got there the children were no where to be found. It was wonderful. They both made love to me. I sucked his cock while she ate my pussy. He did me doggy while I ate her pussy.” Victoria told me every juicy detail.

“Geez, Victoria, you make it sound so erotic,” I complimented.

“It was so erotic, Sarah. It sure was. Ever since that fateful night I have liked to play with both boys and girls. Frequently at the same time. I spent my honeymoon with both my new husband and my maid of honor. Talk about non-stop action, with one or the other, or both. I even got off watching those two go at it. When I did the modeling I met and made love to some of the most beautiful women in the world. But none were as beautiful as you, Sarah.”

“Thank you, Victoria.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Sarah. The best is yet to come.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a secret. Not yet.”

“While we are waiting, Victoria, do you think we could have some more lunch?”

“Of course we can, Sarah.”

Victoria caressed my face and kissed my lips passionately once more. Then she caressed and kissed my other lips once more. And I hers. Afterwards we cuddled and snuggled. That was almost as good as the sex. Girls are so soft and touchy-feely. Sugar and spice and everything nice.

Then Victoria got up from the bed and fetched the strap-on. “Sarah, would you like some cock?”

I giggled. “Yes, I would, Victoria. Very much.”

“Do you suppose this will be as good as the real thing, Sarah?”

“Uh…I don’t know. You tell me, Victoria. I’m not very experienced in these matters. Is it as good as the real thing?”

“No. Not even close. Silicone is no substitute for hot, throbbing man flesh. I love the real thing, don’t you, Sarah?”

“I did with David, my first lover. Yes, I loved the real thing. But I swore off men, at least for the rest of the summer. I can’t deal with commitment or a serious relationship right now.”

“You don’t need to make a commitment, Sarah. He has one. Would you like the real thing?”

The ‘he has one’ puzzled me but I didn’t ask. “Yes, I think I would just love the real thing. But I’ll settle for that strap-on right now. You have me so turned on, Victoria! So this is the other secret you mentioned.”

“Not exactly, Sarah.”

“Huh?”

“The secret will be out of the bag soon. Let me ask again, but you’d rather have the real thing? Man flesh. Hot, throbbing…”

“Geez, Victoria, will you stop? Quit teasing me. Do me! Please? I’m so ready.”

Victoria put the silicone dong in her mouth and started to suck, simulating fellatio.

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“What’s so funny, Sarah?”

I told her about my girlfriend, Jenny, and how she teased and tantalized guys by sucking on a hot dog at lunch at work.

“But Sarah, silicone dongs and hot dogs are such poor substitutes for the real thing. I love the taste of cum. I love to make a man beg to shoot his spunk down my throat and all over my face and breasts. Don’t you?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess.”

“How many blow jobs have you given, Sarah?”

“Only two. My first lover, David. And the cop who raped me. I told you about them. But I didn’t really give the cop a blow job. He had sex with my mouth.”

“So sad, Sarah. I’m so sorry.”

I started to cry.

“Don’t cry, Sarah.” She held me and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m sorry I reminded you of those things. I’ll make you feel better.” She began to tease my clit again with her fingers. “I’ll give you what you want now, Sarah. Some big hard cock. It will be inside your sweet little pussy soon. But first you have to suck it. Will you suck some cock, Sarah?”

“I’ll do anything you want, Victoria. Anything.” I put the silicone dong in my mouth and sucked away.

“Tell me how much you like to suck cock, Sarah.”

I indulged her because I wanted to get laid. Real bad and real soon. “I love to suck cock. I love the way it tickles my tonsils and goes so deep down my throat. I love to nibble and lick the head. I love to make it throb and pulsate as it spurts all over me. I love to…” 

Just then the doors to the big walk-in closet opened. Apparently he had been watching through the louvers. He was naked and had a huge erection.

“Sarah, I’d like you to meet my husband, Matthew,” Victoria offered in explanation with a huge smile.

“Hello, Sarah,” he said politely. He complimented his wife with, “She’s the prettiest one yet.”

“Uh…hello, Matthew,” I muttered softly.

“Sarah,” Victoria whispered to me, “that big thing can stay hard for hours and hours and hours. What did you say at the gym about wanting a whopper?” It was big. Very big. It looked about the same size as the convict I watched my girlfriend, Jenny, suck. Much bigger than the renegade cop who broke in my back door without my permission. Bigger than David, who took my virginity and then died. “And Matthew knows how to find just the right spot, Sarah. The G-spot. Matthew teaches girls how to squirt. I call it ‘S & S.’ Squeal and squirt and squirt and squeal.”

“I’ve heard about the G-spot, Victoria. But…uh…”

“You’ve never found yours,” she interrupted.

“Yeah.”

Victoria picked up the strap-on again. “Would you like this or the real thing, Sarah?”

“The real thing,” I murmured softly. “That and you, Victoria.” She and I again kissed so lovingly. “Thank you, Victoria. Thank you for Victoria’s secret.”

I began to cry. But soon I screamed. In ecstasy. Over and over and over.