Wrist Deep in the Cunt Hole Fisting Tessa at the Burlesque
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I never thought of myself primarily as a “lesbian”, but since I’m definitely into women, I was necessarily part of the gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgendered community. I don’t have a problem with that, nor am I particularly proud of it. It just became part of my life, but I don’t define myself through my sexual orientation, life’s too varied for that.
However I needed some orientation in that environment first. Where I live there’s no real “scene”, the town is too small for that, which suits me just fine. I prefer driving to the next major city to get it out of my system there, without turning into the talk of the town right away.
One of my first discoveries were gay/lesbian burlesques. That sounds more boring than it is, because I found a small club where (among others) a small lesbian troupe was performing once a month, and they didn’t disappoint. When I saw them the first time, I was curious about the large female proportion of the audience, and about seeing many of them dressed and made up even more colourful and exotic than the actresses. Aside from that, some also had no problem attending topless. All of that felt good to me.
The show itself was incredible. It was a mixture of theatre, variety show and cabaret, but definitely with pornographic overtones. Sex was not just a topic, sex was the theme of the show. Sex was content, form, expression and message of the show, and they neither held back on their mouths or pussies.
As the performance went on, the actresses groped themselves and each other, kissed, showed more and more skin and got more and more daring, which left a profound effect on me. Obviously I wasn’t the only one, because around me in the dark the audience was kissing and making out like there was no tomorrow.
The troupe itself consisted only out of about 6 actresses, out of which the most impressive was a slender, tall woman with short, snow white hair, which she had turned into a bowie-style haircut. She seemed to be about 30 years old, but her age was hard to estimate under all the make up and stage lighting, and I also had no clue if it was her natural colour or not. She looked impressive though and was absolutely not ashamed to show herself. In the play, they called her “Tessa”.
At the high point of the show she was completely naked and was squirming on the stage, clearly making masturbatory gestures, while on opposite sides of the stage two other actresses stood and sang “won’t nobody come to help?” The spotlights turned from the stage to the audience and back again. I looked around. The spectators all stared captivated at the stage where she now lay with her legs spread while her hand was rubbing across her pussy. Some audience members were playing with themselves, or with each other.
Suddenly, I got the message. My heart beat fast and wild, and my head felt light, but I began forging a path towards the stage and climbed up. I have no clue what got in me, but suddenly I felt represented in the play, understood, summoned, and besides that was curious, adventurous, nobody knew me there and if everything went to hell I would never need to come back again.
I stood on stage, in my red dress and sandals, while Tessa lay before me on the floor and looked up expectantly. With one hand she was caressing her breast, while the other was slowly circling her pussy. I let the halters of my dress slide off my shoulders and felt it slide down my body to the ground. Of course I wore nothing else, only the sandals, which I kicked off as well.
So I was naked and stood with my back to the crowd, looking down at her. She was beautiful, exotic, exceptional. She seemed smaller than when I saw her from the audience, but well proportioned. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, but she was also thinner and seemed more athletic. I knelt down and crawled across her on all fours, looking into her eyes. She smiled at me and moved her lips, but I couldn’t hear anything. The ladies at the side of the stage continued with their song, and I kissed her nipples. They were hard, and tasted of salty sweat and something, that may have been makeup powder. They glimmered in the spotlight.
The spotlight itself was incredibly hot, so I got very warm very quick. She seemed to notice that I couldn’t hear her, because she arched upwards and wrapped her arms around my neck, then whispered into my ear: “I love you.” I felt my head swim. I didn’t know if this was part of the play or not, and I didn’t care. I felt accepted, loved, desired. I kissed her and she returned my kiss passionately. There was clapping from the audience, and cheers.
I reached for her tits and started rubbing them, while I slowly slid down her body. She was warm and sweaty, and smelled nicely of lotion, sweat and her own body. I finally arrived between her legs where I was greeted by short, black, neatly trimmed pubic hair. White was not her natural colour after all. Beneath, her labia shimmered wet.
She had a rather large, long pussy and I began by pulling it slightly open and kissing her right in the center. She was more aroused than I thought, and already very wet. I ran my tongue across her slit and closed my lips around it, as I tried to lick her nectar out. She tasted nice, almost unremarkable, very light and unobtrusive like pussy.
The audience got very quiet, and only now I realized that I knelt with my butt towards them, and everyone could probably see right into my pussy. At first I became nervous and embarrassed, but then the light headed feeling came back and the arousal, and so I reached between my legs with one hand and spread my pussy with my fingers. If they were looking at it, they should get a good look at it too.
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