Orgy of Orgies: Lipstick Lesbians with the Fantastic Fags

I'm glad I was so bold, because it was clear that Gretchen hadn't expected me to be anything more than just another pussy to lick from time to time. But after I revealed my day and my desire for her, she said I seemed like the woman she could tell everything too, that she admired all the lesbian adventures I had had, that she had many of her own, but that she would like a partner to love and to help organize the best all-woman orgies that could be dreamt of, and for them to be every weekend and last all of every weekend. I was thrilled by the ideas.

In the ladies room, we had our first kiss. After all that wine, we both had to go rather soon, and as we ladies do, we go to the ladies room in pairs. Even though the place was packed with well-dressed women fixing their makeup, Gretchen grabbed me as soon as we entered and french kissed me deeply while we laid on the couch. Most of the other women were shocked, but many called shouts of encouragement, saying it looked like at least two women would get fucked tonight. Two women that were obviously lovers of their own were so turned on, they asked another woman to please watch the door for a second because the four of us were dying to taste pussy right then and there. By sitting up, we shared the couch with the other couple and I went down on Gretchen like there was no tomorrow. If it was a race, I won because Gretchen came quicker and much louder than the woman who was being eaten right next to us. Gretchen then had a well-trimmed Afro-kink bush which really turned me on, and she seemed equally thrilled by my baldness there, although she was hoping I was a true redhead (I said I was and had pictures mounted in someone's house to prove it).

After I came, we got a little composed and the other women were let in. But as I sat next to Gretchen, she brought an empty wine glass from her purse. She asked me to please pee in it so her next glass of "wine" would be the most special of all. I was so dizzy with love I didn't notice if anyone watched as I stood, lifted my skirt and straddled a sink while I filled the glass. I remember clapping in the background, so there obviously were others there, but Gretchen winked at them as she took the glass and we headed back to our group of phone-sex ladies.

The ladies had ordered another round so were surprised when Gretchen had a full glass as she came to the table. She said it was a special reserve that she arranged to try. Like a professional wine judge, she checked and approved the delightful color, absorbed the delicate yet distinct bouquet, sipped a little and let it sit under her tongue as she slowly sucked air into the erotic liquid mix that tickled her taste buds. The girls had no clue because the color was exactly like the ice wines we had last, but Gretchen slowly drank the whole glass, said it was the best of the night and hoped she might find some more like it later when she took her new friend out to dinner.

Athough we wanted to jump each other immediately, we walked across the street as casually as we could to one of Boston's most elite hotels. Before we got a table for two, Gretchen went to the front desk and registered us in a suite with a jacuzzi. When asked if we wanted two full-sized or one king-sized bed, Gretchen answered that if the woman really must know that she intends to have great weekend-long sex with her friend (I blushed), that one large bed would be perfect for such, and that there better be plenty of champagne and strawberries available from room service at all hours. The receptionist took Gretchen's platinum Amex card and said the hotel would do its best to provide the best service for her it could. Then she touched her hands as she handed the card back and whispered that she hoped our weekend would be very romantic and that she hoped our woman-to-woman servicing would be at the high standard the hotel expects. It's nice, but not rare actually, to find support from other women, so I was sure then that we would have a very special stay.

Before Gretchen left the receptionist she whispered a request back to her which led to a woman from the restaurant coming out to usher us to our special booth. The waitress said the receptionist told her we were in love and that as a fellow lesbian the waitress should help the dinner be as enjoyable and erotic as possible. Intuitively then we both spoke frankly of our passion and our desire to dine on great food and on each other. The waitress said she would help us have an evening she herself would like to have some day. She said that she would be the only one coming to our table and that the booth was only visible to the waitress when she visited. She said that because of the seclusion, which she would assure, that we would be more comfortable if we took off some of our clothes. Gretchen and I were in heaven, and I was about to pull my top off when Gretchen said we needed to go to the ladies room first and that we will need a large wine decanter before we go.

The waitress winked, but teased a little, by saying she would bring two decanters and that she and the receptionist would like to sneak a little special wine into their on-the-job evening as well. She actually brought three decanters and said each of us should fill one, that we should then mix half of each into the third and then mix the half-empty decanters into one. Gretchen saluted, "yes maam," and we did what we were requested to do. Back at the table, the receptionist was with the waitress as we returned with two full decanters. There were four wine glasses, and the waitress poured into all four, with the receptionist then toasting "true erotic love," drinking her glass right down while the waitress did the same. We sipped from our glasses as the waitress unbuttoned my top and the receptionist did the same with Gretchen. To our surprise we both were wearing the same imported fine-lace Italian bra that was being sold at Victoria's Secret. I said that although I don't usually wear a bra it really seemed that we were destined for each other because we had the same taste in bras and the same taste in exotic wine. Another toast from the receptionist as she smiled and took her decanter with her back to the lobby.

The waitress said she would pick all the food because we should concentrate on enjoying the beauty of each other. She also suggested (insisted I think) that we remove clothes as each new course was served. Her choices were excellent, each complimenting our special wine to perfection. The steamed vegetables for apetizers were flavored just right by the delicate femine wine. Gretchen and I reached over to unsnap the bras from across the table while the waitress refilled our glasses. She then suggested that we have Polaroids taken to remember our great dinner by. But then she had a better idea. With our permission, she turned on one of the after-hours security cameras and rotated it to our booth (after she had the receptionist put in a special tape at the office console). The waitress apologized that there would be no sound but that there is a VCR in our room and the tape will be ready there right after dinner.

With such a beginning, do I really need to tell the rest of the details of that weekend. It actually could be a chapter or two of its own. So let me fast forward, so to speak, to the present. Actually, I'll pick up the story beginning just a few days ago from today. The creative and ertotic adventures that Gretchen and I have lived for the past year since our first hotel rendezvous have been better and better. Believe it or not, but true, because our ideas just seem to explode when we combine them. We make love every day and night during the week, but every weekend is an organized lesbian orgy at the mansion I told you about.

All of the beauty parlor women are there, as are most of the phone sex girls. We do things that are absolutely unbelievable. So much so that I have only told one man about my lesbian life in all its wonderful detail. That man is Keever. He just happens to have a cock, of course, but otherwise he is just as much in tune to the perfection and no-limit love and eroticism of same-sex sex as Gretchen and I are. It turns out that he has been living in practically a parallel universe to that of Gretchen and myself. He has a wonderful full-time male lover, but also has sophisticated all-fag parties every weekend. Just as Gretchen and I are in being absolute bitches about the perfection in mind and body for our women to qualify for our parties (the mansion owner is happy to let us run the whole show, but we require that she keep her somewhat older body in perfect shape too), Keever and his crew are equally demanding. Every guy must be a lover of cock only, either be a perfect-bodied and cross-dressed sissy boy, or a perfect-bodied and highly-intelligent fag in every way. They all must have bodies waxed completely.

I met Keever because he called the service. He was hoping to find a lesbian who was just as much a high-class lesbian as he and his crew were high-class cock lovers. After not surprising failure with other girls on the service, he dialed my number and we connected on the idea immediately. Someday I'll get him to write about all his adventures, in many ways similar to those I described about me already, but let me proceed to the Lipstick Lezzie and Fantastic Fag party we have planned for New Year's Eve. We want to plan the party perfectly.

Fifteen of the very best lesbians, and fifteen of the very best sissy boys and fags will be selected by special exclusive invitation. The event will be professionally videotaped by cameras and mikes placed ahead of time so there will actually be no crew on site during the event. The loving and sex will strictly be women-to-women and men-to-men, but the two genders will be doing it side by side, sharing the same mansion. Generally it will be like two parties going on in mirror image but in the same view. The genders will walk among each other, but men can't touch women, and women can't touch men. However, the men can stop and talk encouraging lesbian talk to the women, and the women can stop and talk encouraging fag talk to the men. At times there will be group toasts, with the special piss wines as you can imagine, and with the guys freezing months of their cum so they can have additional party flavors for their side.

We've got a month to finish the plan, but I hope you think we are on the right track. Feel free to send any suggestions, but I'm sorry that the list of lez and fag is already made, but maybe you'd like to start your own parties. It's a bit early, but Happy New Year to all the special same-sex lovers out there. May every man always have a beautiful cum-gushing hard cock to love and suck, and may every woman always have a delightful multi-orgasmic clit to love and lick! And may our party that blends both of these perfect worlds create perfection at an even higher level.