Pinpoint

Marilynn had closed shop a couple of hours early. Bradley had implied that the law firm's beach house might be available this coming weekend, and she wanted to get something. Something to... put some zip back into their relationship. Not that things weren't good, but... He was so fucking busy lately trying to make partner.

The department store was upscale. Heading in, Marilynn checked herself in one of the many fitting mirrors that dotted the ladies departments. Long blond hair, green eyes, rather large breasts and a compensatory flair of the hips, despite a rather rustic wardrobe from running her flower shop, she looked every bit like the hot buxom farm girl stereotype.

She was thinking of something lacy and racy, and she headed toward the lingerie department when something caught her attention. It was a scent, but not one she could easily parse. Working around flowers, she'd developed a nose for them as ingredients in other products, but this one had her stumped.

The woman behind the cosmetics counter, appeared to be around 40. Classic MILF build, with a dark skin tone and features that made it hard to tell if she was mixed race, or merely purely Mediterranean in heritage. Her features were in perfect balance with her long dark hair pulled back simply but elegantly, cascading down her back. Rather large breasts tucked into a lacy bra, that semi showed through the fabric of her blouse. The scent was coming from her.

"Uh.." Marilynn began glancing at the woman's name tag. "Maya? What's that perfume you have on, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all. It's called Pinpoint. Unfortunately, you can't get it here, but I have some... connections to the scent's developer." Maya explained, her voice both soft and sultry.

"I see. It's just... I run a flower shop and usually I can pull scents apart, kind of like a gourmet can decipher the spice palate of a dish. This one has me a little stumped and..." Marilynn began.

"And?"... Maya prompted, pausing thoughtfully for a moment. "Would you like to try it?" She reached into a small purse behind the counter and took out a miniature vial with a silver cap. Reaching for Marilynn's hands she removed the cap and applied a small amount of the liquid to her wrist indicating that she should rub them together like normal.

Marilynn noted the Maya wore a wedding ring and a rather large diamond. "You're married?" She asked, indicating the rings.

"Divorced. I wear these mostly out of habit, and as a disincentive to anyone who wants to hit on me." Maya explained.

"I see." Marilynn responded.

Marilynn could smell the perfume on her wrists which felt mildly warm. The scent was intoxicatingly beautiful. She looked at the older woman, appreciatively. She felt as if her whole nervous system was infused with a pleasantly erotic energy. She couldn't be sure, but it was almost as if her clit was throbbing gently.

She thought of Bradley. They'd met a few months after his divorce was finalized. Things had progressed, normally. In fact, although the toe-curling element really wasn't there with Bradley, it wasn't half bad. It was comfortable.

She looked at Maya, allowing herself to get lost in the older woman's deep brown eyes for a second.

"I'm going on break." Maya said. "Can I show you something in the employee lounge?"

Marilynn just nodded in the affirmative, as Maya gently took her by the hand and led her to a metal fire door nearby, which she unlocked with a key. There was a short corridor with restroom signs on either side. Heading into the lady's room Maya turned, wrapping her arms around Marilynn and closing distance, gave her a long passionate kiss on the mouth.

Marilynn felt week in the knees. Maya's kiss was not only unexpected, it was beyond erotic, and that surprised the hell out of her. Maya leaned back against the corner of a nearby washstand counter and with one hand hiked up her skirt, while the other hand on Marilynn's shoulder, gently indicated to the younger woman that Maya wanted her on her knees. The older woman's panties now gracing the floor.

Without conscious thought she found herself staring at Maya's neatly trimmed pussy. It was clear what the older woman wanted. Maya was gently kneading her own fleshy orbs and purring to Marilynn. So, plunging one hand down her own waistband into her panties, she tasted pussy for the first time in her life.

Maya now supported her weight on the countertop so that she could angle her pussy slightly upwards, gently guiding Marilynn to her sex, letting out a sigh as the younger woman's tongue found her drenched hole, then her clit, then back. Maya's hand on the back of Marilynn's head, coaxing her tongue deeper, she felt her thigh's flexing automatically as she fucked, instinctually rocking her pussy back and forth on Marilynn's face.

It was a new experience for both, and when Maya came, Marilynn followed suit in short order. On her knees, her fingers trilling over her clit which felt as big and hard as a marble, shivering at even the slightest touch, Marilynn was a quivering mess of girl goo as Maya let out a low feral groan, ejaculating into Marilynn's mouth.

Marilynn was surprised. She knew some women ejaculated when they orgasmed, but somehow she was thinking this wasn't exactly the same. The older woman's cum was copious, warm, gooey, and musky-sweet, sliding down Marilynn's throat and warming her tummy. Marilynn felt sexy as hell, and looked up to catch Maya's gaze. Their eyes locking in a fiery stare as they rode the back side of their orgasms, returning to Earth at last.

Maya straightened her bra up and buttoned her blouse back up. Marilynn's head was still spinning, as Maya reached into the younger girl's purse, took out her phone and thumbs flying, a minute later handed it back.

"There. I'm in your contacts list. If you're not busy Saturday, I'd love to have you over for an early lunch. Let me know." Maya said.

"Um, okay. I will." Marilynn mumbled, straightening her own things.

"Oh, and feel free to bring a friend... if she's as cute as you." Maya added sardonically.

The whole interlude had happened in five or six minutes time, start to finish. There was the whole contradiction that despite the fact that she was straight, she'd just had incredible bathroom sex with a strange woman. Regret that it hadn't lasted longer. Relief that they hadn't gotten busted by anyone. But more than anything else, longing, for another, more leisurely encounter.

"This is for you." Maya pushed the tiny vial into Marilynn's hand, and with one last lingering kiss she was back out the door and onto the store's sales floor. Composed and elegant, as if the whole encounter had never happened. Marilynn, blinking, noted the rhythmic sway of Maya's hips as she returned to her counter.

Marilynn drove home half in a daze of afterglow. She could still smell and taste Maya, savory on her lips, arousing a lust in her that she hadn't known was there. Ever the practical girl. Never the wild child. Pulling in the driveway the phone went off. Bradley was texting her.

One of the Law Practice partner's wives, had some friends from college visiting from back East, so the beach house was a no-go, but maybe they could go out somewhere nice for dinner.

Marilynn, surprised herself by deflecting, and when Bradley investigatorially pushed her, she only deflected more. She hadn't given Maya an answer one way or another, but she was starting to realize that maybe she didn't have to. Was she a Lesbian now? After only one experience? She thought about her past sexual partners. She'd always been a little bit ambivalent towards cock, but she'd always supposed that much of that had stemmed from her choice of partners.

Her experiences had always ranged from sub-par to near average, if research, and her friend's stories bore any weight. There had certainly never been the fireworks she'd just experienced. But was that just the novelty of the encounter? The taboo of all the rules they'd just gotten away with breaking? The more she thought about it the more confused she became.

She'd changed into her most comfy hoodie and sweatpants. Put on one of her favorite Rom-Com's and poured herself a glass of wine. Her mind wandered and it was hard to concentrate on the movie. Maybe she'd go have a nice long hot shower. Her roommate Celine would be home soon. Somehow washing Maya's scent from her seemed a shame. She licked her lips again unconsciously and softly sighed.

A short time later Celine got home. Marilynn's roommate was the consummation of ginger cuteness. Long, fiery red hair, a generous dose of freckles, a slender medium build with champagne glass B cup breasts that had nipples that, more often than not were set to stun. In fact Celine was so self-conscious about them, that she went out of her way to wear clothing that made them less prevalent.

The whole effect was that of a hot librarian, which coincidentally was what she was. Well, a librarian, anyway. Truth was, Celine was a bit on the shy, quiet side, and had virtually no social life outside of work and Marilynn.

"Wine, huh? Guess I'll have one too. You want a refill?" Celine said perkily.

"Sure..." Marilynn held out her empty glass and Celine took it.

"You look a bit... flustered Mare." Celine commented, filling the glass and handing it back.

"It's been a bit of an odd day..." Marilynn admitted.

"Wanna tell me about it?" Celine prompted plopping down on the couch next to Marilynn, and taking a sip from her glass. "Oooooh! What smells so good? Is that a new perfume? Can I try it?"

"Um, yeah? Okay." Marilynn reached for her purse and rummaged through it. For a second, she thought she might have lost the little vial, but then she found it. She rubbed a bit on Celine's wrist as Maya had done earlier. She could smell the scent, just a little different on Celine. Guess it interacts with everyone's chemistry a little bit differently, she thought to herself.

"Oooooh! I love it!" Celine chirped. "Now, about your day."

Marilynn took a deep breath and a big sip of wine. She began recounting the afternoons events, not exactly as they happened. She wasn't sure how the hot lesbian sex with a stranger part would fly with Celine, and moving up Bradley's cancellation text made more sense, if she was going to go see Maya again.

"So she invited me to lunch at her place. It's up in the canyon, so you know it's not a dump. She even said I could bring a friend if I wanted to. What do you think?" Marilynn lilted. "You in?"

"You said she's really nice? You know I never go anywhere. Might as well." Celine agreed.

"Celine, can I ask you something?" Marilynn began haltingly.

"Sure Mare! What's up?" Celine replied.

Marilynn tried hard to collect herself, but the more she looked at Celine; the more that scent hung in the air, the harder it was just to sequence her thoughts.

"Have you ever, you know... done It, you know, The Deed? Or are you a..."Marilynn asked.

"Virgin? No! But I might as well be. There was this guy in college. I was working on my final Language Arts project with, and we had just finished. He made a move on me, and I just went with it. He took my clothes off, then he took his clothes off, and led me to his dorm bed and had me lay down. I was all ready for rockets and fireworks...." Celine related.

"What happened?" Marilynn asked "What came next."

"He did. It was over almost before it even began." Celine groaned. "I barely felt him in me and that was it."

"And you never tried again?" Marilynn asked.

"I've kind of steered away from allowing myself to get put in that position again, let's say." Celine explained. "If you don't get offers, you don't get those types of disappointments."

"But if you felt... that someone was attracted to you, you'd be open to that?" Marilynn asked.

She didn't know where she was going with this. Thoughts formed like little beautifully scented bubbles around the percolation of what she was beginning to pinpoint was arousal.

"I... I think if I felt safe and secure. I don't see why not." Celine answered honestly.

"Even if that person wasn't exactly what you expected to be attracted to?" Marilynn pushed on, edging ever so slightly closer to her roommate.

"What are you getting at?" Celine wondered. She was starting to connect the dots.

"I mean, if it were Rockets and Fireworks, and you felt safe and secure with her, would it matter?" Marilynn let the cat out of the bag.

"I'm not sure what you mean..." Celine deflected, but Marilynn could smell it, Celine's arousal, the perfume, it was all too irresistible.

"The world wouldn't blow up if we just kissed, would it?" Marilynn pleaded. It was like she was seeing Celine for the first time.

"It's really what you want? Just a kiss?" Celine was caving. She could feel the desire and suddenly, for the first time, she felt hot. Hot and horny. Her roommate was coming on to her, and she found she wasn't in the mood to say no.

"Just a kiss." Marilynn nodded. "Then we'll see... simple, no?"

The distance between them slowly closed, like the beginning of a dance. Marilynn could feel herself tingle as their lips met. Softly. Lingering. Eyes closed, Marilynn swore she could feel Celine's pulse just touching her lips.

Marilynn pulled ever so slightly back breaking the kiss but hovering just a few millimeters away. Celine leaned in, reconnecting. The movie played on in the background, forgotten. Celine could taste the wine on Marilynn's lips, she could smell the promise of something... something she'd waited so long for. They broke the kiss again, pulling back to look into each other's eyes.

Nodding together, they closed back in. This time there was hunger there, their tongues playing together, plying a silent language that their hands soon enjoined.

Celine's hands cupped and squeezed Marilynn's big firm globes, Marilynn responding by kissing harder. Celine tracing and teasing as she felt an ache in her own nipples that were now standing proud, testing the fabric of her bra.

One by one articles of clothing disappeared fluttering to the floor. Both naked to the waist, Marilynn suckled and tease Celine's perky tits, sending jolts of pleasure through the girl. This was so far removed from the post adolescent groping her college suitor had perfunctorily performed. This was a master class in all things erotic.

The russet tufts of Celine's armpit hair, somewhat surprised Marilynn based on how long they'd lived together, and might have been off-putting on someone else, but in Marilynn's eyes it just added a sexy accent, one more thing to discover with her ginger girl.

Marilynn was fascinated at how stimulating Celine's nipples seemed to edge her closer to orgasm. Sliding her hand down under Celine's panties she could feel a thick tangle of pubic hair, incredibly generous labia, and a clit that rivaled her nipples. Softly rubbing it whilst tugging on her breasts, Celine slowly imploded, grabbing Marilynn's arm for support as she came for her lover for the first time.

This was real, Marilynn thought as she kicked off her sweats and slouched down on the couch seat to bring her pussy right to the edge of the cushion. Celines soft kisses on her thighs, as she slid to the floor indicating that although neither of them had any deep Sapphic knowledge, there was the appreciation of self-discovery, and a willingness to apply that to each other.

Celine's mouth found Marilynn's pussy. It was almost too much. Her kisses, her hot little tongue, managing to find all the right ways to make her glow. Marilynn felt her thighs quivering and shaking, she heard her own moans escaping, encouraging, pleading. There was no doubt, she was going to cum, but this one was different. There was a pressure she was not familiar with, building inside her.

It's continued crescendo, making her writhe as Celine's mouth worked the final few seconds and Marilynn grabbed the girl's head holding her mouth to her sex, as Marilynn managed to gurgle that she was cumming. She felt herself release, but unlike any other orgasm she'd ever had, she felt herself ejaculating into Celine's mouth. Looking down to see her wide-eyed as she gulped Marilynn's issue.

When it was done, it was like they'd washed up on a beach after weathering a torrid storm. Marilynn pulled her roommate up into her embrace, and they remained there unmoving for some minutes, taking in the gravity of the moment.

"You came in my mouth." Celine finally managed softly.

"Sorry. I didn't know..." Marilynn offered apologetically.

"No! It was wonderful. I loved it." Celine insisted.

"There's something you need to know about the woman we're going to visit this weekend. Something I kinda left out on purpose..." Marilynn confessed.

"What are you talking about?" Celine said.

Marilynn opened up, telling Celine about her encounter with Maya. The whirlwind bathroom sex that left her wondering about her own sexuality. The curiosity that had engendered necessity and coalesced into the experience they'd just shared together. The cloying fear of the realization that she wanted more than just a one-time fling with Celine.

"Shhhhh..." Celine said, pressing two fingers to Marilynn's lips "Nobody has ever done for me what you just did. Trust me when I tell you that you've touched something inside me. Something I've always longed for. Something I'm going to want again and again."

"Oh... Baby" was all Marilynn could manage, a solitary tear leaking from the corner of her eye. A tear that Celine leaned in to kiss away.

After a hastily prepared and consumed dinner they retired to Marilynn's bed, where they spent the remainder of the evening making love until, finally exhausted, they fell asleep.

The next day, work seemed to drag by, and by quitting time both of them were eager to race back to the apartment. Both naked in a jiffy, Marilynn kissed and licked Celine's snatch, sucking on her floppy labia, and tongue fucking her towards ecstasy, her nose buried in the dense red thatch of her lover's pubes. All of a sudden Celine arched into Marilynn's face and with a lustful grunt she exploded into Marilynn's mouth, filling it with her cum the same way Maya had.

Out of breath, both women just stared blankly at each other for a few seconds until Marilynn started giggling and soon Celine was too, as they made out on the bed like teenagers.

Over the next couple of days Bradley texted no fewer than a dozen times. Marilynn swore that she'd answer him when she got the chance, but making love to Celine seemed to take up all her free time. Still, she was a bit nervous about their upcoming lunch with Maya. Tomorrow was the big day.

It was a typical Southern California summer day. Blue sky, warm temps, real bikini weather. Marilynn's car made its way up the winding canyon road through a semi-rural neighborhood. At the top stood a cluster of luxury homes, one of which was Maya's, confirming the notion that the job at the department store was just to keep busy.

Driving up the semi-circular driveway, Marilynn parked. She and Celine made their way towards the front door, ringing the bell and standing nervously on the front entryway steps.

It was a little after 11, Marilynn confirmed checking her phone, when the front door opened, and there she was. Smiling broadly, she was dressed in a silky burgundy blouse that showed just the right amount of cleavage, a white cotton skirt, and matching white leather flats.

"Marilynn, darling." Maya squared off in front of her leaning in and giving her a kiss full on the mouth, that was just long enough to convey that she had no intention of being conventionally appropriate. "I see you brought a friend, and such an adorable one at that."

She moved over to survey Celine, leaning in and giving her the same lingering kiss.

"Um... you must be Maya?" Celine managed once the kiss was over.

"Maya, this is Celine." Marilynn added, abruptly. Still trying to recover from the surprise of the greeting.

"Celine. How charming. Welcome to my house. The both of you, make yourselves at home." Maya said, ushering them inside.

The interior of the house was open and airy with a long central multi-functional room opening in back to a paved patio with an inground pool. A large kitchen to the right, separated from the main room by a longish breakfast counter. To the left a couple doors to what they presumed were guest accommodations, and a large bathroom against the right rear wall.

A staircase led to a second floor which they figured Maya's bedroom and bath were. The furnishings were minimalistic, but gorgeous by any standards. Like Maya, they exuded a well curated, but not overly effusive elegance. Outside, beyond the fenced-in perimeter of the back yard were breathtaking views down the canyon to the vineyards in the hazy distance. The sliding glass doors were open, and an ice bucket was centrally placed on the glass patio table.

What easily had to be a 100 dollar bottle of White Bordeaux chilled in the ice as Maya went over to a dry bar and retrieved three glasses. Pouring wine into the three glasses she handed one to each of the girls before lifting her own in a toast.

"To new friendships!" She grinned as she raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip.

"New friendships." The girls echoed as they followed suit.

"Now you two sit down and enjoy the view while I go fetch us lunch." Maya instructed, disappearing back into the house. She came back with three place settings and a short time later with a hand painted artisanal bowl full of an Asian seafood salad and a wooden dish full of steaming wild rice. Everything looked perfect.

"Help yourselves, girls!" She invited.

"Your home is beautiful!" Celine commented between bites and sips.

"Why, thank you, dear. I try to keep things simple." Maya replied.

"Do you entertain a lot? This place is perfect!" Marilynn suggested.

"Sadly, no. You two are the first visitors I've had in quite some time." Maya admitted.

"Marilynn let me try some of your perfume. Pinpoint, was it?" Celine said.

"I know dear." Maya stated. "I have a nose too."

Celine blushed slightly and looked a bit self-consciously down at her plate.

After a brief pause, Maya continued. "My guess is that the two of you have been fucking like bunnies ever since."

Celine's blush deepened, and Marilynn joined her. "You could tell?" Marilynn asked softly.

"It's a virtual inevitability. That's why I've always been so careful with it." Maya said. "But I've been so lonely lately."

"I don't understand?" Marilynn said.

Maya refilled their glasses. Marilynn took in the bouquet and then took a sip as she looked at Maya expectantly.

"I suppose you have a right to know. But it's a bit of a story, and I doubt you'll believe all of it in the first go, but I swear it's the truth." Maya offered.

"It was just after the war, and we'd only been married a few years." She started.

"The Gulf War? Afghanistan?" Celine enquired.

"No, dear. WWII." Maya stated.

"Impossible, you can't be that old!" Celine insisted.

"Just... Let me explain." Maya said, pausing briefly as a reset. Then she began her tale.

Her ex-husband had been a Naval Architect. Born in Romania, he'd moved to the states before the war broke out and worked for the Department of the Navy. There was a small but vibrant Romanian enclave in the San Francisco area, and that's how they'd met. Maya had been born in California, but both her parents were from the old country. He'd courted her and in due time, they married.

When the war was over her husband was put in charge of a project team that was working on Hospital Ship designs in San Diego. He was gone for weeks at a time, and she was lonely. Her parents had a friend whose wife had recently passed away, and they'd asked her to check in on him every so often.

At least it was something to do, she thought.

Milo Anton or rather, Dr. Milo Anton, had advanced degrees in chemistry and medicine and philosophy. Despite being old enough to be her father, he cut a rather dashing figure, and Maya soon learned that she had serious Daddy Issues. One thing led to another, and despite their best efforts not to, and out of an abundance of bad judgement on both their parts, they began a brief but torrid affair that culminated in her husband finding out. He was furious and filed for divorce almost without discussion.

Both Milo and She had decided to end things. And though they stayed in touch until he passed away several years later, they never saw each other again. Milo had no family beyond a distant cousin from Milwaukee who in the absence of anyone else ended up being named as the executor of Milo's estate. She'd contacted Maya and asked her to settle matters, sell off what she could, and get rid of the rest.

Milo's wife had passed away from advanced cancer, and Maya found upon a visit to his house, that Milo had a pretty advanced lab set up in the basement. Equipment, notebooks, it looked like something out of a B movie. Then there were the experiments. He'd obviously been looking for something to save his wife. Most of the experiments hadn't panned out, but there was one compound he'd kept coming back to.

He even had enough faith in it that he'd tried it on himself. It didn't work.

"When I found the jug in and amongst the others, I assumed it was like the rest. Uncapping it I did what I had done to most of the other ones and took a whiff. Most of them were simply awful, but this one smelled absolutely delightful, and I began to wonder if Milo had missed his calling, or if it had been a special concoction for his ailing wife." Maya continued.

"So I took a little swab and retrieved a bit of the solution, and without really thinking about it, I put it on my wrist. It felt warm. It wasn't until a few days later that I found the notes referencing the label on the container. It was one of Milo's last attempts at a cure. It wasn't a perfume. It just happened to smell incredible." Maya explained.

"Are you saying that Pinpoint is a medical experiment?" Marilynn boggled.

"Yes, but it's really not that simple." Maya said.

"What do you mean?" Marilynn interrogated.

"It was supposed to be a cure. But in reality, it's more of a catalyst, and a very specific one at that. Pinpoint alone is less than half of the equation." Maya stated.

"What equation? What are you talking about?" Celine asked curiously.

"It has no effect on the male physiology. In fact, it has almost no effect on most females either, unless..." Maya looked at the girls expecting what was coming next.

"Unless what?" they said almost in unison.

"Predisposition. To most people, it doesn't smell like a perfume. It doesn't smell like anything." Maya said. "Probably less that half of one percent of women. But for the ones that do..."

"Yes. Go on." Marilynn prompted.

Maya looked at the girls. "How long did it take before you started ejaculating? Hours? Days? Tell me." Maya queried.

"Hours. Overnight for Celine." Marilynn admitted. "Why? Is that Important?"

"Very much so. It's another key part of the puzzle." Maya said gravely. "The compound alone is non-reactive, but with the right physiology it catalyzes into what comes out of you when you orgasm. And that's where the heavy lifting gets done. For receptive females the compound heightens our sexual drive, but it's the orgasmic issue that produces a curious curative effect. One that bolsters general health and greatly reduces the ageing process."

"You're making this up!" Celine scoffed.

"Far from it. I can show you clinical proofs. Believe me. I've spent a lot over the years trying to get to the bottom of what was, or more obviously wasn't happening to me." Maya said. "Admit it, you felt something when you tasted Marilynn's cum for the first time, just as she did when she tasted mine."

"And you?" Marilynn asked.

"Let's just say that I'm extremely familiar with my own particular brand." Maya replied drily.

"But you never acted... Never indulged..." Celine asked.

"No. I had no intention. But when Marilynn walked into the store and commented on the scent. Let's just say I recognized a kindred spirit and saw an opportunity that I didn't want to miss out on, so I took a chance, and she took a chance, and here we all are." Maya concluded.

"It sounds a bit fantastically coincidental, doesn't it?" Celine commented.

"Yes, darling. It does. And it probably is. The idea that the woman who was hyper receptive to Pinpoint has a roommate who also was, is like drawing a Royal Flush, but here we are. And the wine is almost empty and that means it's time to go to my bedroom and fuck until we collapse." Maya grinned.

It was a lewd thing to say. And it was said with such heartfelt enthusiasm that here under the summer sun, after a few glasses of wine and a great meal. Marilynn looked over at Celine and Celine looked back, and Marilynn knew she was as aroused as she was. Without a further word, Maya led them into the house and up the stairs where a huge king-sized bed awaited.

Maya slipped off her blouse and reached around her back to unfasten her bra, slipping that off as well. Marilynn took it all in. Maya's large boobs were gorgeous, with just a hint of a downward sag that let you know they were 100 percent real. Marilynn hadn't really taken note of that the first time, but was determined not to miss out the second time, or the third, or the fourth. She looked over to see Celine's outfit on the floor. I guess that answered that, she thought to herself as she climbed in beside them.

Triads, Marilynn had heard, were nearly impossible things to manage. It was a big reason why one partner or another usually did the stepping out without bringing the other along. The politics were inevitably daunting. This didn't seem to align with what was happening though.

Perhaps it was this shared Pinpoint characteristic, that they were in a sense going to be around for a while, in a context that normal people couldn't relate to, but more likely it went deeper than that.

The day at Maya's house had turned into a fully-fledged sexathon, which by the time they'd hit the wall, it was too late to drive home, so they decided to stay overnight. And when Marilynn awoke to Celine's mouth on her clit, and Maya's tongue in her mouth, she realized that they'd be there for the duration of the weekend. As her first orgasm shook through her and Maya eased her back so that she could straddle Marilynn's face she came so hard in Celines mouth that she could hear her gulping for air in between spurts. It all felt so right.

Monday morning came too soon, and they lingered a bit longer than was wise in Maya's bed. Marilynn had to get Celine back to the apartment so that she could grab her car and make it to work on time, so things were a bit rushed as they kissed Maya goodbye and thanked her for the weekend.

Two days later Maya was standing in her walk-in closet. Against the far wall was a tall wardrobe with two large doors that opened outward and several drawers beneath. Opening the closet, she surveyed what to almost anyone else would be considered a breathtaking array of sexual devices.

Having flown the last several decades solo, she'd become somewhat of a connoisseur of sex toys. Even one's she couldn't use solo, if she found them intriguing, she'd collect it. She hadn't lied to the girls. Marilynn was, in fact the first truly lesbian encounter she'd ever had. It had exceeded Maya's expectations, if she had any. But in retrospect it was so spontaneous that the expectation limit was applied after the fact, so it was easy to say it was perfect.

She thought, sure, she'd had crushes and fantasies like virtually every other human being. But staring at her wardrobe of room temperature sex aids, just seemed to drive a point home, and in the end, she just settled for her fingers. It was the first time since the girls had left, the days immediately after she'd been too sore from all the gymnastics. She had relished that feeling.

And in the end, with her eyes squinched shut she brought herself off to a montage of memories of the weekend past. The familiar gush in her hand, she raised her fingers to her mouth. Why was she suddenly so lonely?

"Maya wants to have us over for dinner Friday." Marilynn said to Celine.

"You know what that means." Celine grinned softly.

The truth was, that although they'd made love several times since the weekend. It was underscored in a way they were both aware of, but found harder to discuss. Things with Maya had been exceptionally wonderful. Maya managed to add a dimension to their own lovemaking that was not only romantic, but deeply sensual. Not having her there with them seemed... off. Even after such a brief period of time.

"We'd better take two cars." Marilynn said softly, kissing Celine gently but deeply.

"Uh, huh!" Celine responded affirmatively.

Dinner was exquisitely prepared when they arrived Friday evening. They ate and made small talk, but it was obvious that they were all eager to move on to the real reason they were there. They were naked by the time they hit the foot of the staircase.

Marilynn and Celine began making out on the bed as Maya disappeared briefly into her closet, emerging a minute later bedecked with a large purple strapon in an equally purple leather harness, which she had cinched on for a snug fit.

Arranging Celine on the edge of the bed, she adjusted the girl so that her hole was at just the right height. Marilynn moved around so that her legs straddled Celine's torso giving Celine unfettered access to Marilynn's pussy with her mouth.

Other than being purple, the dong looked very realistic as Maya started to rub the head between Celine's floppy labia. This was, by far the kinkiest moment in all three of their lives.

"I've... never done anything like this before, so bear with me." Maya crooned as she eased an inch, and then another into Celine's wetness. Celine was telegraphing her response by moaning into Marilynn's pussy, and eating her, going at her hard as Maya pushed a little further into her.

Marilynn, up on her elbows so that she could get a view, was quivering like a leaf in a windstorm. Maya had one hand on Celine's hip, the other guiding the cock as she went a little deeper, then drew back some. Marilynn could see Celine's wetness coating the shaft as Maya eased out and then back in again. It was sexy as fuck!

As Maya began to fuck Celine with slow, ever deepening strokes, Marilynn was mesmerized by the way Celines big labia clung to the shaft like moist fleshy butterfly wings opening and closing with each stroke. Maya had both hands on Celine's hips now, as she had found her depth, and soon, her rhythm.

Marilynn looked at how Maya was fucking Celine, who was moaning non-stop now, her face buried against Marilynn's sopping hole. Maya sure knew what she was doing, and Marilynn felt a little pang of happiness that now Celine really had something to compare to the two pump chump that had taken her virginity.

Maya stroked her with a relentless purpose. Marilynn could see the inside of Maya's thighs coated in her juices. She was really getting off on this. Celine gurgled incoherently into Marilynn's hole as she exploded in her first PIV orgasm. Spurts of her cum sploshing and leaking from her pussy, squeezing out around the dong, Marilynn could hear it dripping off of it to fall with a splat on the hardwood floor.

That sent her over the edge, and Celine, clawing back a moment of clarity, made sure that it was a doozy. Pausing, breathless, they looked at each other in amazement. Marilynn couldn't help but think to herself how Maya had fucked Celine, the way she'd always wanted one of her boyfriends to be able to fuck her. She couldn't wait for her turn, she smiled naughtily to herself.

Maya stepped out of the harness and lay down on the bed with the three of them now cuddling. Marilynn reached over still curious and touched the dong. It felt remarkably realistic, having an outer skin that moved just like a real cock.

"Wow! This rig must have set you back a bit." It was definitely top shelf merch.

"Darling, In my estimation, with sex toys you usually get what you pay for." Maya intoned.

Marilynn thought about the only sex toy she'd ever known. A hard cold plastic novelty store vibrator that she'd used a handful of times out of sheer desperation. She'd always heard how great vibes could be, but hers was nothing to write home about. Maya was probably right.

"Will you...? Would you...?" Marilynn blurted out.

"Of course, dear. I promise, before the nights over, you'll get a turn... On one condition." Maya grinned pointing at her own sloppy wet cunt.

The weekend flashed by once more. Maya was overjoyed to introduce the girls to some of the toys she'd bought but had never had the opportunity to properly use. If the girls had begun the weekend as sex toy neophytes, by the end they were enthusiastic disciples.

It became a weekly thing for a while. But it was harder and harder to pull themselves away on Monday morning.

Celine was the first to say it. "Marilynn, I love you. I mean it."

"I know. I love you too baby." Marilynn replied sincerely and without hesitation.

"But... I love Maya too." Celine continued looking at Marilynn with a countenance that held both longing and concern.

"I know. I love her too. She's shown us so much, given us so much." Marilynn replied. "It goes so much deeper than the sex."

"I'm glad you feel that way too. It's just that it worries me that it isn't supposed to work like this." Celine admitted.

"I know. Those thoughts have crossed my mind too." Marilynn confessed. "But look. It *is* working. And if we just keep getting closer to each other. I don't know. Maybe we're an exception."

"Because we're freaks?" Celine quipped.

"No, because we're lovers... and freaks!" Marilynn replied with glib satisfaction.

It was the following Friday, and Marilynn had gotten a little hung up with a delivery at the shop, and so was later than expected arriving at Maya's place. She quietly let herself in expecting to find them on the back porch, which is where they were. Maya, on all fours being railed doggy style by Celine, now sporting the strapon. Marilynn watched Maya's big boobs sway in time with Celine's thrusts. Marilynn was suddenly very very wet.

"That didn't take long." Marilynn grinned.

"We decided to hold off on dinner until you got here." Celine explained.

Maya made that noise. The one that means she's about to cum.

"Well I suppose you had to find something to do in the meantime." Marilynn giggled.

Maya was all at it. Her wetness gushing forth around the shaft of the strapon. Marilynn's hand was down her own pants, and Celine pulling free from Maya's spent cunt, stripped off the toy and rolled over onto her back on the mat. Marilynn knew that move and in a cloud of flying clothes was in a sixty-nine with the redhead in a matter of seconds.

The fact that Celine was more than halfway there just heightened Marilynn's own arousal. And it only took a minute or two before they both came in each other's mouths like gangbusters.

Dismounting she saw Maya returning from the dry bar with the ice bucket and three glasses. Friday nights were always a bit wild now, but this one promised to exceed the speed limits.

It was after dinner when Marilynn brought it up. They were looking at the sun going down, when she just kind of blurted it out.

"Celine and I were talking." She started.

"About what, dear?" Maya asked.

"About how Monday always feels a little weird." Marilynn continued.

"How so?" Maya prompted.

"It just feels... unfair. Celine and I get to go home and still have each other, but you're alone until the next weekend rolls around." Marilynn explained.

"Girls, I've been mostly alone for most of my life. It's sweet that you feel that way, but having the two of you here, well, it gives me something to look forward to." Maya offered. "But I admit that sometimes the walls do close in a bit during the week, lately."

"I know. It kinda bothers us that you get left out. We're so in love with you." Marilynn blurted out. Celine nodded emphatically.

"And I with both of you." Maya admitted. "So there is one solution that occurs to me that would alleviate the two of you feeling bad when you leave me on Monday... Don't."

"What do you mean?" Marilynn asked.

"Don't leave. Move in with me. We already spend three nights a week in the same bed, why not the rest?" Maya offered.

And so it came to pass. They made arrangements with their landlord to terminate their rental agreement, and moved in with Maya. It was a remarkably easy transition. Life took on a rather easy pace. Once home from work, clothing was seldom worn in the house. And although the semblance of propriety was fastidiously maintained to the outside world, sex permeated their private time in a way that became a constant in their lives.

Maya bought the girls rings, similar to her own, that they wore as a symbol of their mutual bond. To the casual observer, the effect was three housewives touring the vineyard, or at the museum, or taking in a show at the theater. Three besties out on the town for an evening of fine dining and dancing. But the final destination was always Maya's bed. And the sex was as frequent as it was intense.

Where they at first had to pace themselves, fucking until they were too sore to continue and then taking a few days to recover. The gap where they were not having sex seemed to become briefer, if not disappearing altogether. Marilynn realized, one day as she sat by the pool in a chaise, Maya in front of her.

Marilynn played with Maya's nipples, teasing them as she nuzzled her earlobe, making her purr erotically. Gazing over she saw Celine laying on a mat by the poolside, her body chiseled and buff, a side effect from the virtually constant athleticism of their constant horniness. Thinking about it, all three of them were undoubtedly in the best shape of their lives. Celine's nipples were at full attention, and Marilynn couldn't stop staring at them hungrily as she continued to play with Maya.

Maya, too was taking in the view, and was showing sign's of arousal on a level that meant one thing. Fifteen minutes later, ass to ass on the bed Celine and Maya waited in horny anticipation for their new toy. It was a double ended dong, made of the same high quality material as their old standby, Mr. Purple Head.

Marilynn held it centered, lining it up, first with Maya's pussy, then with Celine's, her other hand was busy stroking her own clit as she watched her lover fuck in slow deep thrusts, adjusting the timing, their asses coming together with a wet smack as they both bottomed out against each other.

It was so dirty, and lovely at the same time. Their sweat dappled bodies lost in the lust of their desire. Marilynn admitted to herself that the voyeuristic side of her loved this almost as much as the participatory side. She played with her hole rubbing her juices onto her swollen clit. The finger and thumb of her other hand tugging and twisting on her nipple, she heard her voice urging her lovers on.

The steady smack of their asses coming together sounding harder and wetter with each stroke. Marilynn saw Celine look back over her shoulder, gauging Maya's state. They were both ready to cum. In a few more strokes she saw the now familiar tells of both women. Heard the sloshing as their pussies slid toward each other on the shaft. Maya's groan and Celines keening as they both went over the edge, gushing like hydrants.

Marilynn couldn't stop, and just as Celine and Maya finished and flopped over on their sides, giddy in the afterglow, the dong plopping free from their pussies, she's was there, cumming on her fingers, staring at her lovers as they smiled at her audacious showmanship.

Bradley, even before the girls moved in with Maya, had figured most of it out. Ever the gentleman, he'd continued to be kind and supportive in a platonic way. He had long ago admitted to himself that Marilynn was more or less out of his league, and finding out the Lesbian part took some of the sting of that realization away.

The girls wanted for nothing. Maya's parents had done well in the US, so on top of her generous divorce settlement, she'd been sole beneficiary of her folks' estate. Maya had developed a knack for identifying emerging trends, investing and divesting at the best possible moments.

Including a condo in Vail, she also maintained a villa on the Adriatic, near Ravenna, Italy. So when things got a little boring in California, they'd often shift elsewhere.

Marilynn continued to run the flower shop for a few more years. She'd hired a sweet Hispanic woman to help out during the interim times when she was away with the girls, and after a while it just made more sense to sell Carla the business.

Celine hit her twenty year mark working for the school district and had taken early retirement. There was always some amount of speculation going on about her still looking like she was barely 30, and she figured it was only going to get worse as the years wore on.

As it stood. Maya and Marilynn surprised Celine with a trip to Paris. Three weeks in a penthouse suite on the Champs Elysees, sipping champagne and making love whenever and however they pleased. As Marilynn looked dreamily out at the city lights she didn't need to pinpoint the source of her happiness. Celine's hand was on her waist, urging her gently toward the bed, where Maya was already waiting.