Pussy On Pussy Lovemaking

Pussy On Pussy Lovemaking

Guys lie to get sex all the time, so why shouldn't Lois?

By Linda and Hannah

Note: We met online and decided to try writing a humorous erotic story together. We hope you will enjoy it and don't mind that it's silly, even ridiculous. We hope it will make you smile.

Lois and Heather could hardly have been more different.

Lois was a rocket scientist. Literally. She was the Chief of the scientific division of the U. S. Space Center, and shared responsibility for every rocket the United States launched. Plain looking, Dr. Lois was a workaholic in her late 40s who was usually stressed out by her job.

Heather was a barista at a coffee shop near Lois's office. In her early 20s, she wasn't gorgeous. She could only be described by words that were far more superlative than gorgeous. With her earth-shatteringly angelic face, sensuous sandy blonde hair, and large tits - she could have been a movie star. But her best feature was her radiant smile. She wasn't a rocket scientist in terms of her brainpower, and she was in many ways incredibly naïve. But she had the sweetest, most pleasant and serene disposition imaginable.

Of course almost every man who frequented the coffee shop tried to pick Heather up. But she politely told all of her admirers that she wasn't interested.

When Lois got coffee she stared in awe of Heather's beauty just as much as the men did. And probably fantasized about her even more, hoping that the fact that Heather never went out with any of the men meant that she too was gay.

Over time, through Lois's regular trips to the coffee shop, she bonded with Heather. Sometimes they would share girlish talk about all of the annoying men who visited the coffee shop and tried to pick up Heather. About their pick up lines. About their promises. And even about the lies many of them tried to spin to get her into bed.

The two women often talked for 15 or 30 minutes if the coffee shop wasn't busy. Because of Lois's plain looks and high intelligence, not many men had ever tried to pick her up. But Lois was happy to listen sympathetically as Heather talked. And since normally Lois's thoughts were consumed with her work involving rockets, these talks were the best de-stressor she could imagine. So she jumped on every opportunity to spend time chatting with the captivating young barista.

One day Heather asked Lois whether she could ask her a serious question. "I'm thinking of having a baby. If not now, in a few years. And I want a baby who's smart. Really smart. I have the looks, but I don't care about looks. I want my baby to really have brains."

"I'm thinking about picking one of the nicer rocket scientists who are always asking me out. Because they're all so smart. I've heard through the grapevine that you're the smartest scientist at the Space Center, and you know all of the other rocket scientists well because they work for you. Could you recommend a guy who's almost as smart as you are, and who might make a good father?"

"I'm afraid that I can't do a good job choosing for myself because... I don't like men all that much. I've been turning away men by the dozen ever since I can remember. So many men have tried to pick me up - with all their lies, crazy promises, and manipulations - that I have no interest in men at all. Maybe I never did. But I do want a baby or two. Maybe not now, but for sure in a few years."

It was then that Lois gave into temptation. She looked at the incredibly naive Goddess and decided this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Feeling ashamed, but horny, Lois lied.

"But Heather, if you want to become pregnant, don't you know that you could also do it with another woman?"

Heather blinked in surprise. "What are you talking about? A woman needs a man to help her make a baby."

"That's what the men all want you to think," Lois lied. "It's just something they tell women to trick them into having sex with them."

"Really?"

"Yes. But, in order for two women to make a baby, they have to engage in pussy on pussy lovemaking. One pussy rubbing against another pussy, often called tribbing or scissoring. The angles involved have to be perfect. The pussy juices of the women on top must flow down into the pussy of the woman on the bottom for her to get pregnant. It has to be done just right. And it always results in a girl baby."

"My gosh! I didn't know that. And since you're the smartest person I've ever met, I'll bet you know exactly how to do it. Am I right?"

"I do," Lois confirmed. "And I'd be happy to try it with you. There's no guarantee of pregnancy, of course. Some couples have to try many times for it to work. It's harder for two women to have a baby than for a man and a woman to have a baby. By the way - I've frozen some of my eggs. But the natural method - pussy on pussy lovemaking - works much better."

Since Heather was buying it, Lois decided to take her lie a step further. "And, for some reason that science still doesn't fully understand, it seems to work better if the two women are married. It must have something to do with there being better chances that they'll stay together and raise the baby together if they are married."

Heather's beautiful eyes were wide, as she listened and nodded along to the elaborate fabrication.

"I guess that makes sense," she observed.

"But you and I could still try even though we're not married," Lois said, doing her best to sound casual.

Heather reflected on this. "I do really want a girl baby..." she mused.

Lois nodded. "Of course you do. With a man, you might get a boy baby. But with me, if you have a baby, it will definitely be a girl."

"Oh that's perfect!" Heather's face lit up with that spectacular smile of hers. "I could make love with the smartest person I've ever met, and if we're lucky enough to have a baby, it'll be a smart girl baby."

Then Lois hastily added, "But you'll have to promise not to tell anyone what we're doing. Men are afraid that if lots of women find out that they can make a baby with another woman, then women won't have sex with men any more, or marry men any more. And since only girl babies will be born, eventually men will disappear completely. So if any man were to find out that we're trying to make a baby on our own... well... who knows what he would do!"

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"I promise not to tell anyone," Heather replied eagerly. "Would you... like to come over to my apartment tonight, at 7 pm? I could cook us a nice dinner and afterwards we could... try to make a baby."

Lois felt a flutter as she pictured it. "I'd be delighted, Heather. I'll be there!"

Later that night, the two friends enjoyed a simple, but delicious meal prepared by Heather, and a fine white wine that Lois brought. Heather's apartment was small, but tastefully furnished. It reminded Lois of her college years in a way that felt instantly comfortable.

After dinner, they took the conversation to the cozy sofa. Lois noticed Heather inching toward her little by little, as they shared more personal details about themselves - things they had never discussed at the coffee shop. Lois listened carefully to everything Heather said, feeling grateful for this chance to learn more about the beautiful creature she had lusted after for so long.

Eventually, the topic circled back to babies, and how much Heather wanted to be a mother. And as Lois reiterated that she would try her absolute best to make sure that happened, Heather put her hand on Lois's.

As a career-driven woman, Lois didn't make a lot of time for relationships. She hadn't had sex in a while. And never with someone as attractive as Heather.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispered, as Heather's face came closer.

Heather merely nodded before silencing Lois with her lips.

Lois closed her eyes and gently returned the younger girl's kiss, savoring the warmth and softness of Heather's lips, as they caressed hers. She felt Heather's hand travel up her arm, reach her shoulder, and then cradle her neck.

Instinctively, Lois reached out and found the curve of Heather's hips. Heather responded by opening her mouth slightly - an invitation for Lois's tongue to enter.

As the kiss heated up, Heather pressed herself closer to Lois. Lois felt the younger girl's large breasts pressing into her chest, bringing her own nipples to life. A warmth was spreading between Lois's legs, too. And a hunger.

Heather pulled back from the kiss to catch her breath, and Lois could see that same hunger in her eyes as well. The gorgeous barista grabbed at her shirt, pulled it over her head in a single motion, and said, "Give me a baby."

Lois glanced at the attractive purple bra, and the golden hue of Heather's chest, and knew she needed to see more. Recognizing that the sofa wouldn't be a good place to execute the sex technique she had in mind, Lois stood and grabbed Heather's hands. She gestured with her head toward the door to the bedroom.

"Shall we?"

Heather practically dragged Lois through the doorway to the edge of her bed, where she kissed Lois again while shimmying out of her tight leggings. Lois lowered her lips, brushing them gently along the side of Heather's neck, and down to her collarbone.

While Lois was doing this, Heather reached around her to find the zip of Lois's dress. She pulled the zip down and the dress fell from Lois's shoulders and pooled at her feet. Then Heather reached back and unsnapped her own bra, finally revealing the most spectacular set of tits Lois had ever seen. The sight of them made Lois want to reach forward and kiss one, but before she had time, Heather was already shucking her panties and hopping backward onto the bed.

"How do you want me?" Heather smiled up at Lois, her beauty now amplified by her nakedness.

Lois considered the question. She wanted quite a lot of things, actually. One of which was to dive right in and explore Heather's glistening pussy. But she decided to stick to the plan. If she was successful, the rest could wait.

"Lie on your back, sweetie," she told Heather, as she discarded her own underwear onto the floor beside Heather's.

"Then put your leg up. I'm going to straddle you and press my pussy into yours."

Heather did as she was told. "And that's how we can make a baby?"

"That's right."

"By having your... juice... drip into me?"

Lois crawled onto the bed and positioned herself above Heather's flawless body. "Mmmm. That's how it works."

Heather absently twirled a strand of her sandy blonde hair between her fingers. "Then I guess we'll need to make you really wet, huh?"

Lois stared down at the goddess splayed out on the bed before her. Everything about Heather screamed 'sex!' From her brightly painted toenails, to her long legs and round hips, to her voluptuous breasts, to the lustful look in her eyes.

The idea of making love to this beauty had Lois gushing.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem," she replied, smiling, as she lowered herself down onto Heather's smoothly shaven mound.

"Oh fuck," she muttered, the moment her throbbing pussy pressed into Heather's. It had been way too long since she'd done this.

"Have you ever had sex like this, sweetie?" she asked Heather.

"Mmmm," was the only noise Heather could make. But she shook her head to communicate her answer.

Lois moved slightly to demonstrate the feeling of their wet and needy pussies sliding on each other. This elicited a sigh from Heather.

"It's very simple. I'll just stay above you like this until we both cum, and if our pussies stay together the whole time, then there's a chance you'll get pregnant. Does that sound good?"

"Really good," Heather confirmed. "You're so smart, Lois. Thank you for agreeing to do this for me- ohhhh!"

As Lois began to roll her hips, Heather lost her ability to speak. Their pussies melted together, as Lois focused her efforts on making sure they stayed in constant contact. Warmth and wetness flowed from both of them, as Lois steadied herself and got into a rhythm.

"Ohmygod," Heather moaned. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them in her palms. Her eyelids fluttered shut.

Lois watched, as the blonde barista's face contorted with pleasure. And she knew exactly what Heather was feeling - because she was feeling it too.

That warm electric tingle flowing through every nerve ending in her body. Lighting her up from the inside. It continued to build and build as Lois rode her young partner's increasingly creamy pussy. Her breathing became ragged, but still she continued the stirring motion, bumping their clits together again and again.

When her muscles tired of one motion, Lois simply reversed the direction of her grinding, and kept at it. Heather grabbed the bedsheets in her fists and whimpered. The beautiful, erotic sound spurred Lois on.

Soon Heather was unable to stop her own hips from grinding back. Objective forgotten, their pussies pushed back and forth over each other, sending jolts through Lois's whole body. She started to issue loud moans with the rhythm of their fucking. Heather joined her, and their cries formed an ecstatic symphony that filled the small bedroom.

When Lois felt her climax approaching, she once again positioned her pussy directly on top of Heather's. Heather raised her pelvis, thrusting upward into Lois's weight with a loud, wet smack.

Orgasms exploded through both of them, and each woman shouted the other's name at the same time.

"Heather!"

"Lois!"

As the waves crashed through them both, Lois felt Heather grab hold of her hands. She squeezed back, and they rode through the shocks and shudders together in a silent, mutual bond.

When they opened their eyes, and each saw the other looking back, panting for breath, they smiled. And they stayed just like that, allowing as much wetness as possible to flow into Heather, until their breathing returned to normal.

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The weeks passed. Lois and Heather made love several times a week, always incorporating Lois's special tribbing technique into their sessions. After a month Heather moved into Lois's much larger apartment.

Lois had hardly decorated her apartment because she had been such a workaholic. But Heather quickly took over that task. She did the cooking, took Lois shopping for more fashionable and different types of clothing, and turned Lois's sterile apartment into their home.

Lois found that having a sweet, pleasant and considerate woman take care of her and her home suited her wonderfully. They talked about "little things" endlessly. Her job stress melted away. She went on vacations with Heather and they socialized much more, often with other couples. Lois was even more productive at work. She was the happiest she had ever been.

Then one day Heather said they had to talk.

"I love making love with you, Lois, and I love living with you. But I'm disappointed that we haven't made a baby yet. I remember you telling me that there is something we could do to increase the chances we'll make a baby together. I remember you saying that for some reason science can't fully explain, if a couple gets married, they'll be more likely to make a baby together."

"Yes. I did say that."

"Lois, I think I started to love you during one of the first conversations we had at the coffee shop. And I was crazy in love with you by the time we moved in together. So... Lois.... will you marry me?

Lois was taken off guard. But then her razor sharp mind started to think. She said to herself, "I too am in love. For the first time in my life. And I have come to find out that living with Heather... life with Heather, gives me the perfect balance, so that I can lead a perfect life. So what if Heather isn't exactly a rocket scientist. She's perfect for me. And if I ever want to talk about complicated subjects with anyone, there are a lot of people at the Space Center I can talk with."

Lois's answer was clear. "Heather, I love you too. Let's get married."

Then Heather made a confession. "Lois, its time for me to be honest with you. All of my life I've had a thing for smart girls. Maybe because so many men just wanted me for my looks, so I rebelled and decided I wanted nothing to do with men. Or beauty. I wanted to meet, date, and marry a smart girl. The smarter the better. So I got a job at the Space Center coffee shop hoping to meet a smart girl.

Then I met you. The smartest girl I ever met. The smartest girl - the smartest person - the smartest rocket scientist - at the entire Space Center. And wonderful in so many other ways as well. I fell in love with you at first sight. And my love for you grew every time we talked.

When you told me all that malarky about how we could tribb and make a baby, I went along with it because I loved you and wanted to date you, live with you, and marry you.

But now that we're talking about marriage we should be honest with each other. I promise to always be honest with you. Will you make me the same promise?"

"I will, Heather. I'll always be honest with you. And I sincerely apologize for lying to you."

"Lois, I love you and want to marry you, and have and raise your baby. Made with your frozen eggs and, I hope, the sperm from a very smart and nice male rocket scientist. How does this sound?

"It sounds great. I love you and our life together. Let's celebrate our engagement by making love. Also, I've been reading about some experimental ways that scientists are developing that will increase the probabilities of having a baby girl. Shall we try for a baby girl?

"Absolutely!"

Epilogue: they soon got married. They implanted Lois's eggs into Heather, and used the sperm from a nice male rocket scientist friend of Lois. They eventually had three baby girls. Just as Heather had hoped, all of their children were incredibly smart.