Liz allows Robin to discover Life, with a strap-on...

After several long moments of pawing and kissing and gasping, Liz told Robin to stay put. She got up and strolled over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out something mysterious and perhaps sinfully erotic, but Robin couldn't tell what it was. Liz had her long, strong back to Robin, as she bent over, put both feet through the item and slipped it up to her waist. Whatever it was, she wore it like a pair of panties.

Liz took a few steps backward, so Liz stood where Robin sat roughly a minute ago, eating her first sappho rose. The air was so hot, tense and thick, the scent so pure, so sweet, Robin felt it mimicked her own smell of her sweat. But was it sweat? How? She thought for a second that the heater for the room was malfunctioning. But neither a heater nor a vent in the wall or the ceiling was to be seen that would present a possible truth to such an idea. Had she thought of it, she would disregard the fact that two women in a small room could generate the swirling, intoxicating heat this fast, themselves.

As Liz took her last step backward, Robin wondered if she would ever turn around. As Liz's last step was completed, she spun around on her left heel, her cascading golden locks were sent flying around her head and into her eyes and mouth. But Liz could note through the bright lines in her face the shock, amazement, wonder and the realization of sheer gratification all at once on the face of her newfound lover. Because what Robin saw almost made her orgasm immediately and just by the sight of it and the perfume of budding lesbian sexuality that hung thickly in the air...

What Liz wore was none other than an eight inch strap-on cock. While on perhaps on any other female frame of nudity it may look like a joke, ridiculous or an oddity, it really looked natural on Liz. And when Robin saw that it looked more natural than fake, it was on the fact that the cock had many blending hues of peach, crimson and indigo throughout the fake muscle. Every sinful, glowing curve of the head and the veins that were on it seemed to be a part of Liz in every way, like she was born with such an item. As Liz walked, it even bounced and swayed as if it was real. Robin ached to touch it, to lick it, to fuck it.

Could it be real, without providing the excess crap that Alex provides? Would it be right to ponder a divorce under these terms? Her birth family is rich... she'd easily win her kids and possibly more in court. But could the cock be as good as Alex's? Perhaps even better? If everything proved to be true, she thought, as her heart lunged and lurched painfully at the thought, is Liz looking to divorce too? And does this say so? Her head spun at the possibilities...

Liz's lips pulled back in a cool, confident smile. "I'm glad I like what you see. I like it very much myself," she mused aloud, sitting beside and directly facing her turned on partner, one leg drifting off the edge of the couch. "And I like you. I've always liked you," she continued, her aqua eyes sparkled in delight. "We could leave them, you know," Liz commented, placing her hand on Robin's shaking knee. "But I'll only do it for you, with you. Don't answer immediately. Just think it over." She paused, then shifted her hand to hers, holding it warmly. "This may be too much too soon, but I'm sick and tired of wasting my time with a relationship that refuses to work. I'm sure you are too."

She looked into Robin's eyes dreamily, "Or else we can keep this secret. That's why this room is mine. And our men are always gone so long and so far removed from us that they will never suspect this. When I first saw you eleven years ago, as this place was being built, I said to myself I had to have you." Her beautiful eyes slowly glistened with emotion and she quickly wiped each eye as she turned her head, relying on a happy smile that would have left an otherwise moody tone in the room. "I can't believe it has taken me this long to ask you," she said with a drifting gaze. "This room has been unchanged in those long years..."

Robin's hands had quickly and forcefully turned her lover's taut lips over to hers, moved on top of Liz's, pushing her back, as the two women shared themselves and their most intimate and innermost desires. As Liz's submitted to Robin's raging lust, Liz had brought her foot around and up to the sofa to lie against the other. As Liz's arms swam over Robin's body and vice versa, Robin noted that the cock was indeed quite soft and flexible... yet sturdy and solid at the same time. It surely was a find worth pure gold to have met Liz those eleven long years ago... whatever the outcome would be on their lives.

Robin had pawed and kissed Liz, as she did back, for a few long minutes when Robin remembered that she wanted to try something just as she saw it. So she got off Liz and slid the dress off her gorgeous body, sending her dripping panties following soon after. Towering over a goddess, built like a woman but endowed like a man, Robin slid her smooth fingertips into her glowing sex, before sampling it herself with a beautifully wicked smile. Liz flashed a wicked smile back and that sent Robin to her knees, tasting her lover's new shaft with her drenching mouth.

For all intensive purposes, if felt real enough as she sucked on it gingerly. It didn't have the same taste, but then she didn't mind the taste of Alex's cock, his cum or, for that matter, Liz's new cock of her own. It wasn't real, but it really didn't feel any different, except that it didn't pulse or throb. Robin mentally shrugged to herself and figured that in this relationship, Liz wouldn't demand a blowjob anyway. But she enjoyed knowing every intimate detail about her new partner. And Robin also liked that she had found her groove back, the kind she had been known for. Not outgoing and not brash. Just being a bit bold and daring. The feeling of finding her kinship coming back had comforted her soul... not that she had missed it all that much while Liz was in control. But it was great to just be her again.

Robin rose over the hot phallus, climbed on the couch and sighed as the tip of the engorged cock had teased Robin's waiting and throbbing lips effortlessly. "Oh, God. I could get used to this," she moaned, as she let the tip burn into her sex, seemingly melting as the cock slid in. The slide could not be any more magical, as if she was ice and the cock had been ushered out from a furnace, yet the match of cock to vulva was like a tight glove. Down, down, down she slid, and although she could close her eyes and pretend that it was real, she really didn't care much about what was real anymore. She was only to happy to glow in true and raw sense of felicity, blossoming before Liz's hungry eyes. She only hoped that if this was really just a dream, it wouldn't ever stop.

"Oh, God. I could get used to you looking just like that!" Liz exclaimed, pointing at the face of pure, satisfied lust with a familiar strawberry glow. Liz continued to broadly and proudly smile as the finger hung in Robin's face, her face flushing brighter in response, while the thickness of the air hung like a hot, humid day, enveloping the two. The room could have not been hotter or the air thicker for them if it was painted in random hues of the vulvas they had or had enlarged wall pattern of many vulvas, side by side. Or even their own, to be displayed as art, just as all vulvas truly are.

Nevertheless, when Robin reached the base of the cock with her raw pubes, she wanted the sensation of the fullness to linger within her. Alex never allowed her to ride him, even after much discussion. But now much of those memories of the years of marriage faded away, as she gripped with her slick cunt all the joy that Liz had offered to her. And it was so sinfully beautiful. To be married and getting some on the side. With a female friend. Whose male partners just did not know. And a strap-on that feels so right in every single way. It made her so happy, she forgot why she had stopped and started to slide on the cock again.

She had rocked up and down the magical phallus. It's really like nothing she would have believed, had she been told earlier. But then sensations couldn't be felt, they could only be experienced. And with her oozing cunt, her burning cheeks and forehead, her raw nipples... they had all brought her to slam the cock into her again and again. She was into sex for the first time in ages and all of her pleasure centers glowed internally and externally in union. The face, the heart, the nipples, the clit... all had burned in violent and licentious furor. As she feverishly bucked and spasmed in unadulterated agony, lust and satisfaction, Liz knew she'd be coming back for more somehow, whatever the relationship will be.

She cried and cried, both in joy and in pain as her orgasm ripped through her exotic and erotic frame. And as Robin wept, so did Liz. But Liz's heart was thumping and pounding, burgeoning with pride and joy. It was such sweet sorrow and sin, **** and passion... burning desire and raw lust... that set her torrid heart aflame. And could not ever be quenched now. The union of two in one form or another would be forever eternal... with or without the company of men.

As the two gasped, each wiping their soft eyes and basked in the glow of the other, the cock was still fully imbedded within Robin's brooding soul. Robin squeezed on the lifeless shaft with every subsiding pulse of her immense orgasm, deep in thought of the past and future. Yet, as her eyes drifted toward her lover's own raw nipples, Robin snapped back, sinfully sucked on each beautiful globe, teasing it gently and lovingly as if it was her own. And it could be her own. This is all she really wants in Life now.

Breathlessly, Robin says to Liz...