From Muff to Snuff by Llabmik
Chapter 1 - Rookie Nookie
Licking and sucking playfully on the computer nerd's clit, Bambi had been
delighted to discover that, once you stripped off the baggy clothes and the
thick glasses, although Jane Goodman had an ordinary face, she had a dynamite
body. Face flushed, nipples erect, teardrops of sweat running down her taut
belly into her sodden pubic bush, Jane came repeatedly in Bambi's face,
experiencing the deepest orgasms she had ever known and wondering why she had
never tried women before. Bambi skilfully tongue-fucked Jane to ecstasy over and
over and over again, beavering away tirelessly, a biker babe who liked going
lickety-split and who really knew how to talk to the canoe driver.
A youth spent hitting the books, alone with her PC, had crippled the
development of Jane's social skills. The thick-lensed glasses had led to vicious
taunting. Combined with the isolation and loneliness awarded to the
intellectually brilliant, it had put her self-esteem and social self-confidence
in the basement. Privately, she thought of herself as Plain Jane the Hopeless
Nerd-Girl.
Until Bambi The Biker Babe had made her play, the Nerd-Girl's sex life had been
largely autoerotic. A few experiments with pimple-faced, over-excited and
equally inexperienced nerd-boys had been deeply discouraging. Their pale,
slug-like, prematurely ejaculating bodies failed to inspire.
Bambi The Biker Babe was delightfully surprised to find in Jane a hot and horny
Cinderella. Her boyfriend, Dirty Ernie, had suggested she give Jane a try. The
biker gang always looked for the weak links. Why pay for information when you
could, quite literally, suck it out of Plain Jane the Hopeless Nerd-Girl. Bambi
slyly played her as they lay gasping together on the bed, totally fucked out.
"It takes a woman's touch, eh, Jane?"
Jane snuggled up close and peered at her adoringly with her near-sighted,
cornflower blue eyes.
"Well, it took a woman's tongue at any rate!"
They both giggled. After a bit more sexual chit-chat, Bambi subtly moved the
conversation on.
"I hear that you set up the database for that beauty pageant."
Jane was delighted to talk about her work. So few people were truly interested.
As soon as she started talking about third normal form, outer joins, rollback
segments and buffer pools, she could see them tuning out. Bambi, a biker babe on
a mission, was fascinated.
"Wow! Are you smart! I bet that not many people understand that stuff. It sure
sounds complicated! So, tell me the difference between second normal form and
third normal form again. You sure don't learn stuff like that riding with your
tits pressed against the back of some ultra-violent stud-muffin and a big Harley
vibrating pleasantly between your legs! Is there a fourth and fifth normal form?
How high does it go?"
Jane laughed delightedly. Nobody had ever given her the 'tell me more' routine
before. She chattered on excitedly. Bambi gazed at her with admiring eyes.
"I think an example would be good so that I can get it all clear. Could you
dial in to, say, that beauty pageant database and show me how it all fits
together?"
Bambi waggled her eyebrows comically.
"Let's have a skills exchange. Show me how you stored the skinny on the
dynamite babes and I'll show you how to suck a girl's clit in a way guaranteed
to make her pretty little eyeballs pop!"
You don't have to have any computer hacking skills if you can tease an insider
into getting the info for you. Stark naked, wearing only her thick glasses and a
big stupid grin, sitting in Bambi's lap, Jane dialed in to the database. For the
next hour, Bambi's fingers skillfully roamed over Jane's sex-starved young body,
while Jane, squirming delightfully, operated the computer. Locked in an intimate
embrace, they sorted through the contestants at the recent beauty contest. Bambi
licked Jane's nipples while she printed off a fact sheet on each contestant. The
fact sheet contained a picture, address, phone number, bio and vital statistics
for each young lovely. It was a big city and a local contest so there were lots
of local girls to choose from. Jane looked at the pile of fact sheets and gazed
adoringly at Bambi.
"I should be jealous."
Bambi waggled her eyebrows comically.
"What do you mean? There's plenty of fantasy material here for both of us!"
Jane laughed.
"You think that any of them are lesbian?"
Bambi was decisive.
"Definitely! Some of them were probably sleeping with the judges and not all of
them are male. It's how the pretty little bimbos get ahead."
Bambi wrapped an arm affectionately around Jane.
"You may not be beauty pageant material. For one thing, you're way too bright!
I'll bet you can't say that you're greatest wish is for world peace with a
straight face."
Jane tried it.
"My greatest wish is for a world class piece!"
They both laughed. Pressing her erect nipples against Jane's bare back, Bambi
reached around and gave Jane's big boobs a friendly squeeze. She stuck her
tongue into Jane's ear and whispered eagerly into the moistened orifice.
"I'll take you to some bars and show you around. I bet the girls will be lining
up for a chance to stick their faces in your muff and do some canyon yodelling!"
Jane was wide-eyed, picturing herself as the toast of a lesbo bar with her pick
of playmates. She looked at Bambi wistfully.
"Wow! Do you really think so?"
Bambi was supremely confident.
"I'll show you how to dress and what to do. A smart kid like you will pick it
up in no time!"
Bambi innocently picked up the pile of fact sheets.
"Mind if I keep these?"
Jane shrugged indifferently.
"I don't care. I can get them anytime and the contest is over until next year.
You really want them?"
Bambi gave her a lewd little smile.
"Let's face it. You have access to all this yummy material any time you want.
I'm just a poor biker chick."
Jane laughed. Bambi eyed her thoughtfully. Jane wasn't beauty contestant
material, but she was definitely a keeper. A lonely, sex-starved girl with a
dynamite bod had definite potential. Bambi sat on the edge of the bed and smiled
radiantly. Time for some fun.
"Stick your face between my legs and I'll show you how to make a girl's
eyeballs pop."
She looked at Jane deadpan.
"When you're going after the bull dykes, it's a definite survival skill!"
Jane giggled, got down on her knees and attended her first class in Muff Diving
101.
