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 The Hayride Encounter 
   
 
 The Hayride Encounter 
 
   
 I didn’t really want to be here. The rickety old horse-drawn cart smelled of old hay and animal dung despite the ride-owners’ best efforts to spread a couple of bales of fresh hay on top of the splintered boards beneath. 
   
 It was a very large wagon…sufficient in size to carry a dozen people reasonably comfortably while slowly carrying them down dark, lonely backroads. Every few seconds, I could smell the smoke from the drivers’ pipe as he puffed contentedly while holding the reins of the two plow horses plodding along in front. 
   
 This  Hayride  was a special sort of attraction…it had all the nostalgia of a traditional hayride but was restricted to a certain demographic; lesbians and their significant others. Until recently, I didn’t even  Know  that such a demographic was actually a sought-after business market. You see, until very recently, I was a straight, white female who knew nothing about this world. 
   
 Then - one memorable evening - my best friend, Melissa, had initiated me into the wonderful world of female intimacy and I haven’t looked back since. Deep within the arms of another woman’s softness and understanding of what I really wanted from sexual release, I had found the  connections  that I had always longed for. I had  Come Out  and I intended on staying that way. 
   
 But, this new path I had embarked upon was not without its speed bumps, I discovered. Finding partners I was compatible with to share intimacy could be quite problematic, I found. I like my sex quiet and serene. I like fondling, candlelit dinners and long, soapy showers accompanied by stroking and kissing and fingers and lips and tongues in all the right places. In short, one could accurately refer to me as a  Lipstick Lesbian! 
   
 But, finding such a partner was difficult. I had to rely on Melissa’s help in this regard. She had introduced me to a number of new partners in order to  Expand Your Horizons , as she jokingly put it. I had been to bed with three women in the weeks since Melissa had first seduced me. Two of them had been lovely and I enjoyed them very much. The third - a serious butch dyke type - had almost caused me to swear-off this new lifestyle for good. Melissa had had to cajole, sweet-talk, and generally implore me to give it another try. After which, she took me to her bed and showed me just what I would be missing by giving-up. 
   
 Finally, Melissa had wanted to introduce me to  This Lovely Girl  that she insisted I would simply adore. She booked a ride on the hayride - the  lesbian express , as she called it - and the three of us would get to know each other a bit better. 
   
 But, when I showed-up for the ride, I got a call from Melissa to say that something had come-up and she couldn’t make it. She described the other woman as a pretty red-head named Sherry and insisted that the both of us go on without her. Without even giving me time to protest, Melissa hung-up and left me to fend for myself. 
   
 I was furious that Melissa would leave me stranded like this since this whole excursion had been all her idea in the first place. Quickly enough, though, I got over my  mad  and went looking for this Sherry who was to be going on this ride with us. 
   
 The hayride group was small enough and I found Sherry quickly. Pleasantries were exchanged and we all boarded the  Lesbian Express . 
   
 Everyone separated into couples with Sherry and I at the rear end of the wagon. As it began to move away from the parking area, the light evaporated quickly until we were all encased in near complete darkness. Only the stars illuminated our faces and silhouettes and the whole situation made for an intimate environment. I felt myself begin to relax somewhat and glanced over at my erstwhile companion. 
   
 Sherry was a very pretty redhead with a galaxy of freckles across her petite nose and she had the greenest eyes I had ever seen on any woman. From what I could see in the darkness of the wagon, Sherry had smallish breasts - like mine - and was obviously not wearing a bra as her nipples were clearly visible through the light material of her blouse - even in the surrounding darkness. 
   
 Perhaps I was reading too much into this but, I couldn’t help but take it as a sign that the woman knew exactly why she was here and was very much available for any sort of fondling that I cared to pursue. I, of course, understood the type of  ride  this was supposed to be - Melissa had made that abundantly clear beforehand - but, I had been expecting Melissa to do all the initial advances. 
   
 I’m not, generally, the aggressive lesbian type...I prefer gentleness, long candlelit dinners and slow, touching and kissing before moving to the tongue-in-the-vagina part of sex. Normally, any sort of intimacy in the back of some smelly wagon with strangers surrounding me and with some woman who I didn’t know in the slightest would have been seriously out of the question for me. 
   
 But tonight was different, it seemed. If this party was to get started, I would have to be the one to begin it. 
   
 When we had first started-off, all the women in the wagon (it was a girl’s hayride, after all) were giggling and laughing as if the whole thing was some enormous joke or something. But, somewhere in the last few miles, the frivolity had dissipated and was slowly replaced by soft murmurings and quiet, gentle moans of mutual arousal. The sounds were starting to affect me and I could feel the tingling beginning between my legs. Out of nowhere, it seemed, I decided that I  wanted  this woman and it was time to see if the feeling was reciprocal. 
   
 Leaning in close to Sherry’s ear, I whispered,  Would you like to kiss me?  I was absolutely shocked at my own audacious behavior but, I was getting seriously turned-on by all the sounds of intimacy surrounding us and I felt that this was an appropriate question, given the circumstances. 
   
 I could feel Sherry stiffen slightly at the offer but, then, quickly relax. She was quiet for so long that I thought that she was going to reject the suggestion and leave me sitting there like a fool, but then, she just nodded and turned her head so that her beautiful, freckled face faced mine. 
   
 Like everything else in the dark wagon, Sherry’s visage was entirely enveloped in shadow and that just made this entire fantasy ride very surreal and even  More  erotic for me. I was intending to lean forward and capture her lips in mine but, surprisingly, Sherry took the initiative here and quickly moved-in and placed her full lips lightly on my own. 
   
 Neither of us made any further movement for long seconds. We both simply let this first moment of intimacy between us linger for long, precious seconds. Sherry’s lips were warm, soft and very wet…she had obviously licked them with her tongue before placing them on mine. Our lips slid together as if they had some other kind of lubricant on them and the sensation was really beginning to get me  Very  wet. As much as my sexual urges were screaming at me to push her to the straw, rip her clothes off and plunge my tongue deep between her legs, I sensed that restraint was truly called for here. I felt that the build-up would be worth taking it slowly. 
   
 I then felt the first, tentative exploration of her warm tongue at my lips so, I opened them wider to give her the encouragement to plunge deeper. As her tongue slipped further inside my mouth, I met it with my own and mingled our saliva until I could taste her minty breath freshener. Slowly, so very slowly, our tongues circled each other like two lionesses on the Serengeti. Neither was willing at this moment to try and plunge themselves forward for the deeper recesses of our mouths. I was loving every, trembling moment of this and, from her breathless moan between my lips, I could tell that she was too. 
   
 Tentatively, I began to push my tongue slightly deeper into her mouth and, as I did, I felt her start to suck it to encourage my explorations. As the kiss became more intense, I slipped my right arm around her shoulders so that I could grasp the back of her head to pull her face even closer and harder against me. My left hand moved from my lap to lightly cover her small, right breast and her sudden intake of breath told me that this was definitely the correct move. 
   
 As I said earlier, Sherry was wearing no bra and her nipple was firm and getting harder as my palm caressed it…like turning from a small pencil eraser into a stainless steel thimble. Her hard nipple was thick and long and seemed sort of oversized for such small breasts. But, I actually loved its size and started to roll it between my thumb and forefinger through the thinness of her blouse. 
   
 The moans coming from her lips pressed against mine grew even more urgent and - to my surprise - her hand reached-up to her breast and carefully pulled my hand  away  from her. 
   
 Had I done something wrong ? I thought,  was my approach too strong ? But, then, I felt her reach her hand to her light blouse and quickly undo the buttons there. Within a few, stressful seconds, Sherry grasped my hand once again and slid it  inside  her blouse to cover her bare flesh. Pulling her lips away from mine briefly, she said in a barely audible whisper,  I like my nipples pinched and pulled.  She then pressed her hand against mine…hard…to let me know what she wanted. 
   
 The message was clear…Sherry wanted me to be a little bit rougher with her. Her tastes seemed to lead a little to the submissive side. Tonight, despite my preferences for gentle sex, I decided that I was going to be somewhat more aggressive than was my usual approached towards my intimate partners. 
   
 The wagon was filled now with quiet murmurs and helpless moaning and desperate cries of pleasure. My initial fear of being found-out if Sherry and I started to get  serious  was put to rest. No one was paying the slightest attention to us…they were all lost on their own, private pleasure planets and couldn’t care less about another couple doing the same mere inches away from them. 
   
 While I had begun fondling this freckled woman in the way that I generally liked, I knew that such gentleness was not what was needed here. Grasping her erect nipple between my fingers, I squeezed hard and pulled the nubbin away from her breast until it resembled a long, narrow funnel. Sherry gasped in pleasure and nuzzled my neck more firmly as she said, Yes!…Keep doing That!   That’s what I like . 
   
 Only one woman I had slept with before liked her fondling a little on the rougher side and, at the time, I felt somewhat turned-off by such coarse intimacy. I never wanted to feel like some sort of  Butch  lesbian…preferring softness and gentleness. But, in this constantly moving wagon next to a beautiful redhead who was insisting that I do whatever I wanted to do to her, I guess that I became the aggressive one that evening. 
   
 With a sigh, I pinched ever more firmly until I thought that I must be hurting the girl. But, instead, her moans became louder and more insistent against my neck. Once again, Sherry whispered at my throat and said breathlessly,  Use your lips and teeth, Jenni…suck them hard for me, please? 
   
 I needed no further urging. Our lovemaking was now our own. The other couples surrounding us with the increasingly loud noises of sexual coupling faded from my perception completely. It was only me and Sherry and nothing else existed at that moment. 
   
 With only a short nod to acknowledge her request, I began sliding my tongue down her face to her chin, the hollow of her throat, and, finally, to the top of her soft breasts. With both hands, Sherry pulled the two halves of her blouse further apart to give me complete and total access with her permission to do as I wished. 
   
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 Using just the tip of my tongue, I began to circumnavigate her right breast, making sure that plenty of saliva coated it. Melissa had taught me that trick. There was something extra erotic about a saliva-coated breast that added increased sensory pleasure when the surrounding air touched it. 
   
 Sherry’s hands grasped the back of my head to pull me closer as she whispered,  Suck my nipple, Jessi, suck it and bite it and pull it . I knew what she wanted. I, too, liked to have my nipples sucked and nipped. There were times when I could almost  Cum  just from the sensation of having my nipples pulled between the teeth of a lover. 
   
 I brought my hand up to squeeze her entire breast…causing the nipple to protrude from her chest even further. Taking the nub between my teeth, I bit gently while pulling Sherry’s nipple further and further from her chest. Her reaction was instantaneous. She threw her head back and moaned so loudly, I knew that everyone else in the wagon could hear her clearly. 
   
 And, they didn’t care in the slightest. They were all busy with their own pleasure. 
   
 Nipple-sucking was all well and good but, this ride wouldn’t last forever and, if I were to get any personal satisfaction for myself this night, I would need to move things along. 
   
 Smiling at her reaction to my attention to her breasts, I released her nipple-tipped mound with my hand and began to slowly move it down towards her groin area. Sherry instantly knew where I was headed and what I intended so, she let go of the back of my head and dropped both hands to her slacks. Clumsily, but quickly, she unbuckled her belt and slid her slacks off her hips and down her legs until they were bunched-up on one ankle. 
   
 As my hand reached the top of her thighs, Sherry allowed her legs to part slightly, giving me respectable access to the fur-covered mound waiting there. The darkness around us prevented me from seeing the red color of that thatch but optics were not what I was interested in at that moment. 
   
 I lifted my head from her breasts and then gently pushed her head against me so that it was tucked securely into the crook of my neck.  Tell me what you want me to do , I demanded in a throaty voice.  Tell me how to please you. 
   
 Instead of answering immediately, Sherry reached-down until she grasped my hand and then began pushing it further towards the juncture between her legs. I felt her legs part a bit further as my fingers brushed against the warm, moist top of her flowering labia. 
 Sherry then whispered between harsh breaths,  Stroke my clit with your finger…scratch it with your fingernail. 
   
 I began to do as she demanded, stretching-out my middle finger until it found the blood-engorged length of her clit rising like a fleshy bubble above the parted lips of her pussy. Slowly and sensuously, I ran the flat of my finger from the top, down, down, until it reached the very entrance that was just begging for me to plunge inside as deeply as I could. 
   
 I have reasonably long fingernails that I have been cultivating since Melissa has been teaching me what a woman lover expects during sex. stroking a woman’s clit with just the very tip of a sharp fingernail can sometimes be enough to cause orgasm if properly applied. Melissa had certainly proven that to me many times. 
   
 Using my newly-discovered skills, I bent my middle finger in such a way that I could run my fingernail from the top of her clit, down to where it hovered above her wet opening. Immediately, I reversed direction back to the top…making sure that it was firm enough to elicit the desired reaction from my lovely, new partner. 
   
 Unsurprisingly, the sharp intake of breath from Sherri became a near scream and I knew that I was doing exactly what she wanted. 
   
 Faster and faster I continued to scratch and tease her engorged clit until Sherry’s hips began to hammer a staccato rhythm on the soft hay. 
   
 My lips next to her ear, I commanded,  Kiss me, Sherry…Let me suck your tongue . Instantly, she raised her head and plastered her lips against mine. A moment later, I felt her tongue slice into my mouth as far as it could, awaiting my promised ministrations. I didn’t hesitate in the slightest. I began to suck her tongue in much the same way as I had earlier sucked her hardened nipples. 
   
 At the same time, I used my thumb and forefinger to harshly pinch and squeeze her engorged clit until her moaning mouth erupted into a near scream of pleasure. Up and down, my fingers stroked…Sherri’s hips thrusting-up to meet each, in turn, until, at last, she could take it no longer. 
   
 Suddenly, Sherri pulled away from my lips, gasped, and said,  Now, Jenni…Do it Now!  I instantly knew what she meant and so I released her clit, folded three of my fingers into an imitation cock, and plunged them all as fast and deep into her wet, waiting pussy as I could. At the same time, I replaced my lips on hers so that she could scream her orgasm into my mouth that I was sure was ready to explode from her. 
   
 She did not disappoint as she screamed out-loud between my lips while her hips pumped my hand like some flesh-encased machine. Her hand grasped mine like a vise and forced it to pump ever faster and harder inside her. It took less than ten seconds before I felt the orgasmic gush of fluids pour from her to cover my fingers and all of my hand. Plastered against my mouth as she was, I felt rather than heard her orgasm in a quick series of  Uggh, Uggh, Ahh!  After that, her voice descended into a series of unintelligible moans and simpering groaning. 
   
 Finally, Sherri had finished cumming and grabbed my thrusting fingers to hold them in place as she came-down from her pleasure-high. Obviously satisfied and sated, Sherri still would not allow me to remove my fingers from within her. I felt her vaginal muscles contract and release them with the afterglow of an immense climax. 
   
 It took several minutes before she released my hand and her breathing returned to normal before she could whisper,  Thank you, Jessi…it’s been so long. 
   
 I was astonished by this revelation. How could a young woman so beautiful and full of such passion be denied of regular sexual release? I decided that such personal questions should be best left for some future relationship and that our time together this evening was better spent satisfying the sexual animal in each other. 
   
 Sherry finally allowed me to remove my fingers from her soaked vagina and brought my hand to her lips. Without hesitation, she plunged my wet fingers into her mouth and began to suck them softly. I was already seriously wet myself by that time and this showing of intimacy nearly pushed me over the top. 
   
 I had done this before with other lovers, of course, and the very intimacy of the act always got my blood boiling. I gently grasped my hand back from her mouth and inserted all three fingers between my own lips and began sucking the remaining juice from them, all the while, maintaining full eye contact with Sherry. 
   
 Smiling in approval, Sherry slowly moved her hand down to my breasts and began to gently rub and squeeze them until my breathing started to get quick and ragged. Leaning in to my ear, Sherry whispered,  Take off your slacks and panties and spread your legs wide...I’m going to taste you, Jessi, and I won’t stop until you cum, okay? 
   
 As I began to panic slightly - looking around us at the couples who were so very close to us - Sherry said,  They don’t care, Jessi. Let them watch…it’ll be even more exciting for us!  Nodding in acquiescence, I reluctantly did as Sherry asked and started to unbuckle my slacks and roll both they and my panties past my hips and down my legs. 
   
 As I was doing this, Sherry had completely unbuttoned my blouse and had pushed my bra up my chest until my breasts and very hard nipples were exposed to the night air and the view of anyone in the wagon wishing to watch us. 
   
 This should have made me incredibly embarrassed and exposed but, instead, it just made me wetter and more than ready to have Sherry plunge her tongue inside me. 
   
 With the deep darkness all around, I could only feel rather than see Sherry shift her body until her head and shoulders were wedged tightly between my legs. She began to lightly run her tongue over the inside of my thighs causing the fine hairs there to stand-up straight and my clitoris to begin bulging past the enclosed labia. 
   
 I grasped her head in both hands and tried to pull her lips to the target that I wanted her to lick and suck but she held firm in her teasing. Sherry had her own agenda and I was her willing slave for the moment. I sighed and just leaned-back against the rough planks of the wagon and allowed her to do as she wished. 
   
 Suddenly, I felt a soft hand begin to massage and tweak my breasts, making me sigh in pleasure…until I realized that the hand touching me was  Not  Sherry’s! Another woman had moved next to me until our faces nearly touched and she whispered,  May I?  I sat there frozen in place for what seemed like minutes until I felt Sherry’s tongue move closer and closer to my pussy. I was about to have one strange women go down on me in the midst of other strangers while another woman wanted to fondle me at the same time. It seemed ridiculous to go all shy at this moment so I simply nodded my head in acquiescence and closed my eyes in submission. 
   
 This new partner raised her hand to my chin and gently turned my head to face hers. Seconds later, I felt three things that were guaranteed to push me over the edge…first, a pair of very warm lips covered my own followed by a soft, insistent tongue plunging itself inside my mouth. 
   
 Second, a finger and a thumb began pinching my right nipple while pulling it out until I moaned in both pain and pleasure at the same time. Simultaneously, I wanted to both tell her to stop and to  Pull Harder  but I just grabbed the back of her head with my left hand to crush those warm lips harder against my own. 
   
 Sherry, in the mean time, had found my engorged clit with her lips and tongue and was flicking and sucking with abandon. My right hand found the back of  Her  head and pulled her as hard as I could against my groin. 
   
 It didn’t take long. In less than thirty seconds, my trembling had turned into long, incredibly pleasurable spasms of orgasmic relief that had totally overwhelmed and surprised me. I never expected that this little  Hayride  was going to result in one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced…and, at the hands of two strangers to boot! 
   
 As my scream intensified, my unnamed partner pulled my face in tight against her neck and started cooing and whispering to me,  Let yourself go , she said.  And afterwards,  she suggested,  you can do me too . 
   
 So far into my orgasm, I could only nod my promise.  I fully intended to keep that promise too , I said to myself in-between shudders of extreme release. At this point, I would fuck every woman in that wagon if they wanted me. 
   
 And, so it went…I had made love to, or had love made to me at least a half dozen times that evening. I had quickly lost count and cared even less. When the driver announced that we were within a half mile of the end, everyone in the wagon was scrambling to find their clothes and assorted accoutrements that were lying scattered everywhere. 
   
 Before the ride ended, Sherry pulled my mouth close and gave me the deepest, most heart-felt kiss I’ve ever had. I could taste my own juices on her lips and tongue and I savored every morsel of flavor. When she finally pulled away, she handed me her personal card and whispered,  Call me tomorrow…I’ll take you out to dinner and then show you just how interested I am in you. Okay?  I smiled back at her and answered,  It’s a date! 
   
 Later, after the ride stopped and we all got off and headed for our vehicles, Melissa was standing by my car waiting for me.  So , she said,  how was the ride?  She had a serious shit-eating grin on her face telling me just how set-up this whole evening had been. I didn’t mind any more…this had been one of the most erotic experiences of my life and I had made more than one brand-new friend for my troubles. 
   
 The ride was simply spectacular,  I answered as I walked-up to her, laced my arms around her neck and kissed her as firmly and as deeply as I possibly could. Melissa moaned with abandon and returned my embrace with real passion before she replied breathlessly,  Yeah, I can see that!  Holding my face between her two hands and staring into my eyes, she asked,  Are you too tired now or do you feel up to just a little more before you call it a night? 
   
 I gave her a great big smile followed by a fierce hug before replying. 
   
 Looking back over my shoulder at the new couples getting ready for their own little ride into ecstasy, I answered by grasping her hand and pulling her back to the wagon,  Let me show you what I learned! 
   
 Melissa just smiled broadly and followed me to the wagon for another trip on the  Hayride! 
   
 
 The End 
 
   
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