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Title: Jesus Presents: The Beatlettes - Part III of III - but also part I of II of part III- In Which These Vaginas Say Hello To Their Significant Other In A Sexual Way
Pairings: Johnette/Paulette and Georgette/Ringoette
Rating: NC-17 because totally hawt lesbian-Beatle sexy sexing in this very chapter. Can you tell how into it I am.
Disclaimer! It’s all true, The Beatles are all actually women with large breasts and vaginas who all want to get in each other’s pants. No, not really, I’m lying. Except maybe for that last part.
Synopsis: Big-breasted Paulette McCartette has been lusting after her best female friend, the slightly abrasive but utterly sexible Johnette Lenette, for quite some time. But for some reason, Johnette just doesn’t see it, despite all the hints Paulette’s been dishing out. So when the two decide to hitchhike to Blackpool for a vacation or some shit I dunno, Paulette tries to find a place for her hand in her friend’s lacy panties. Once they arrive at their destination, they meet some wacky friends like Ringoette Starrkette and Georgette Harrisette who turn out to be kinky fuckers, two fabulous and extra-lispy hotel managers, and some other people but we will get to that later. Paulette has a plan she’s sure will work, but what happens when her plan is compromised by some sketchy talent scout named Brianette Epstette? Well I am going to tell you so quit asking.
A/N: Okay I split this last chapter because fuck the police. Also I just wanted to give G and R their own little tidbit because they are mine even in lesbian form. Here is the chapter you all (3 of you) have been waiting for: [one of] the lesbian sex parts. Okay I just. Disregard this. Please. I don’t know what else to say. This is going to make you pretty uncomfortable lol my god this is just total shit. Don’t take it the least bit seriously and it might be funny. Maybe.
A/N2: Actually. Go ahead and read it. It’s not that bad. I wrote that first author’s note before the scene was even done so. Now that it’s all done, I rather like it. Because I, at least, find it funny. If you have a ticklish soul then you will too! Also. This is how you write a lesbian scene without using the word pussy. Boom. lol no who am I kidding I can't write lesbian scenes.
--Here You Go Mister, One Ice Cold Sex On The Beach.--
As the cheesy moon shone brightly in the summer sky and the lesbians started leaving the club to get busy with their night’s (morning’s?) catch, two girls, one of which was still tripping ballz, did the same.
Just one of the two had explicit sex on her filthy mind though, and that was the one who was almost completely finished with her own trip, wittle Ringoette. It had been a long, fun ride, but the effects of the sugar cube were finally wearing off after hours of beautiful colors and a bendy, bendy world.
And so, as the drug withered away from her mind, she found the one and only girl she wanted to get it on with, and convinced her to leave the club with her. It was a wicked idea taking advantage of her taller friend’s hazy state since she was no longer in the same state herself, she knew, but she also knew that what she felt for the girl was not one-sided, despite what Georgette claimed. So it really wasn’t taking advantage was it? It would merely be fulfilling both of their sinful desires for one another’s bodies and that was alright, right? Of course it was. And even if it wasn’t, at least they would still both get their rocks off for free. Or at least she hoped they both would. She certainly would.
So, Ringoette looped an arm through the younger girl’s who seemed more than willing to follow and made their way to a spot she’d picked out the other day when patrolling the beaches for hot babes. She hadn't found anyone to bang, but she had found this special spot, and that was much more than she could have asked for.
It was a somewhat secluded spot, partially hidden by the rocks although still very, very public, which made her plans even more exciting. She could feel the giddy tremors trickle up and down her spine as she patted the oblong object hidden in her jacket’s pocket, her wiggly fingers itching to reveal it and take it out for a ride.
Ringoette sighed happily when the younger girl threaded her fingers through hers, leaning on her for support and petting her hair as she mumbled some trippy nonsense. Such little touches, and a moisture between her melty legs was already making a special guest appearance on The Ringoette Show, her over-excitement clear as, well, you know. Make up your own naughty simile there.
It was a bit of a longer walk than Ringoette had remembered, but soon enough - with many distractions and stops on Georgette’s part - they came to the nearly empty boardwalk. “Where we goin’?” Georgette finally asked, although they were already there.
The older girl wet her full lips, already nervous, and looked at the younger girl whose face held a dazed happiness, “Wanna go on the beach?” She asked, pushing the girl’s hand away when she tried but failed to take her nose off. Ringoette’s trips never seemed to last as long as Georgette’s, although things were still a sort of weird for a while afterwards. She had a feeling that, at nearly 4 in the morning, Georgette’s wouldn’t last much longer either despite her still weird behavior.
“Wot ‘bout the words?” Georgette asked, probably referring to the assortment of colors she was still probably seeing whenever either of them spoke. It was sort on an ongoing thing between the two girls whenever they tripped. There was a childish worry in her eyes as she begged, “Can’t they come too?”
Ringoette nodded, glancing around anxiously, “’Course they can, luv.”
The younger girl grinned and gave her a little peck on the cheek, nuzzling the girl’s neck like a happy neko-chan, nyaah~ “Okay, let’s go then.”
Ringoette smiled hopefully, her face and soul burning delightfully from those lips.
The two stepped into the sand, stopping to kick off their shoes so that they could feel it between their chubby little toes, and walked across the shoreline. Ringoette was relieved to see that the beach was completely deserted as they made their way to her spot, although her heart was still beat-boxing in her chest at the impending danger they were walking into.
After all, she hadn’t ever tried anything with the younger girl sober, all of their hookups being drunken and unfortunately forgotten, let alone out in public like this. But something in her was just itching to try and she couldn’t go back now, the added possibility of getting caught making her feel hot and spicy like yummy Mexican rice.
Georgette suddenly gasped and let go of her hand, running over to something and dropping to her knees in the stickier part of the sand. Ringoette followed, coming to crouch down next to her to see what she was so excited about.
“Look!” She squealed, holding up a large white conch shell. “A phone! Someone left their phone ‘ere!”
Ringoette watched as the younger girl held it up to her ear and tried to talk, chuckling lovingly when the girl looked at it, confused. “Maybe there’s no service.” She reasoned.
“Aw,” Georgette pouted, “Yeh, maybe not. But we gotta find whoever left it an’ give it back! We jus’ gotta!”
The older girl quickly grabbed her hand before she could take off, standing up and coaxing the younger girl to follow, “Awight, maybe later. I’ve got a surprise fer ya right now though..”
Georgette held onto the shell like it was her newborn child but obeyed, “Okay.. but don’t ferget.”
“I won’t, I pwomise. C’mon.” Ringoette tugged her along, her excitement not subsiding one bit despite Georgette’s eccentric behavior and druggy babbling. She was pretty used to it by now. And not to mention horny, so very, very horny. So terribly horny that she was seeing dots. Dots everywhere in the shape of Georgette’s waiting vagina.
After a bit more walking, they finally came to the familiar spot Ringoette had been looking for. She dragged Georgette along as the girl’s pace had gradually slowed, eagerly pulling the both of them over to the rocks. She helped the younger girl step over them and onto the safe and silky sand, finally feeling the cool breeze for the spot was right in front of the salty sea water.
It was thankfully low tide around this time in the season - otherwise this spot would probably be knee-deep right now as made clear by the eroded rocks and glossy sand. It was the perfect spot for a romantic first (sober) shag.
“This is it,” Ringoette said breezily, waving around them. She clasped the younger girls hands in hers, eyes sparkling, “D’ya like it? Do ya?”
Georgette tiptoed around for a minute, shoes and shell in hand, before settling on a spot and plopping down on a patch of dry sand, grinning widely, “It’s great!” She marveled, laying down on her back and gazing up at the sky. She pointed straight up, gasping, “Wot’re all those thingies!”
Ringoette lay down beside her so that she could see what she was talking about, “Those’re stars, Georgette.”
“Wow,” Georgette sighed, eyes wide in amazement, “So sparkly.. I never seen ‘em before.”
“Yes ya have,” Ringoette giggled, scooting her bum over so that they were right side by side, interlocking their fingers, “Remember tha’ night on at the carnival? Ya tried to count ‘em all.”
“Oh yeh,” Georgette mumbled, “I couldn’t do it. Then we went to yer ‘ouse an’… I ferget wot we did.” She said, laughing quietly to herself as she lifted her legs in the air and wiggled her toes, repeating this a few times before she was in hysterics.
Ringoette groped the sand beside her nervously as she watched the girl, thinking of mentioning how that very night had been the first time they’d ever see each other - albeit the image was hazy from the drinks that had led them to it - in their natural nude state, and how it had been the first time they’d done anything but ogle and peck. The foggy memory excited her, both emotionally and physically, and she wanted nothing more than to relive it, only without the help of alcohol.
She tried to remember the way they had initiated their spontaneous lesbian lovin’ but was unable to for the life of her. She looked back over at the younger girl who was holding the conch up to her ear again. “’Ey uh, Georgette?”
“Hang on a minnut, sorry,” Georgette mumbled into the shell before she looked over at her curiously, “Wot.”
Ringoette hesitated for a moment. Should she ask first? The older girl decided to just dive into it and took a quick suckle from her courage’s milky nipples before finally sitting up slightly and leaning over her, giving the younger girl a light kiss on her pretty lips. Georgette blinked up at her afterwards, confused. “Wot was tha’ for.”
The older girl caressed her chin with her free ringed finger, smiling shyly, “’Well.. ‘cos I like ya.”
“Oh right,” Georgette nodded, eyes still locked onto her lips. Ringoette was sure Georgette was waiting for another, but just as she started bringing her face back in the younger girl turned her head and brought the conch back up to her ear saying, “’Kay, m’back,” and proceeded to talk into the shell to absolutely no one but herself.
Ringoette was taken aback, staring in amazement before shaking her head, “Oh fer fook’s sake, Georgette!” She sighed, grabbing the white globe from her hand and tossing it a few feet away from them across the beach. Georgette gasped and struggled to get up from under the older girl.
“No lemme go! I didn’t get to say bye! They’ll think I’m a cunt!” She cried, making the older girl roll her eyes in exasperation.
“Don’t worry ‘bout the shell Geo-“
“Phone!”
“Right, the phone. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She told her, trying not to use too much force as she gently pushed the girl’s shoulders back down into the sand, keeping her where she wanted her for her plans. “Now’s not the time fer chattin’ on the phone.” She murmured, caressing the girl’s face with her hand once more.
Georgette merely pouted up at her defiantly, eyes looking a little less dilated and glazed and she turned them away. “But..”
Ringoette in turn smiled down at her, pushing her finger against the girl’s lips to quiet her all sedctive-like, “Wouldn’t ya rather ‘ave fun with me than play with tha’ silly ‘ol thing?” She asked, her hand already trickling down the younger girl’s body like a horny stream of rain.
The younger girl hardly reacted to her touch, though Ringoette merely took that as her own half-high, half-shy kind of consent and moved to straddle the girl’s narrow hips, pelvises mostly aligned as she lay her full length on top of her.
She slid the pirate that was her hand between them to dig for buried treasure up under Georgette’s skirt, leaning in and pressing their lips back together as she did so, leaving her lips parted to better deepen the kiss and invite the younger’s tongue to meet hers. Georgette pressed back with mouth and tongue, meeting the older girl’s eager ministrations with her own. When the older girl’s hand found the top of her girly bloomers, her fingers delved in and made the younger girl break away and audibly suck in a sharp breath, trying but not really trying to wiggle away. He chestnut hair mixed in with the bronze sand - which took a lot of hard work to wash out later, fuckin’ sand - when her silly little head fell back and she just sort of went limp and accepted the fingers into her Chamber of Secrets with a shaky moan.
The older girl watched her face for any sign of dislike to her fingers’ somewhat hesitant exploration between her legs, finding the sight of her fluttering lashes and soft gasping an intoxicating source of encouragement and even direction for what she liked and didn’t like. She sealed her lips to Georgette’s neck when the younger girl’s hands found their way to claw at her back and continued to work her ringy-fingers in the warm sponge-cake inside of her panties, taking a moment to let herself revel in the little slice of Heavenly-pie the two had blanketing over them.
Not wanting to get the girl too riled up so that she wouldn’t have to finish her off before she got to the main attraction, Ringoette distributed her weight to the sand so that she wouldn’t squish the younger girl as reached into her pocket with her free hand and shakily wrapped it around the object nested there.
“Georgette.. lissen..” She murmured against the curve of her neck, sure the younger girl could feel her thundering heartbeat through their breasts’ contact, “There’s somethin’ I.. somethin’ I’ve wanted to do fer a while..” She swallowed down the nervous lump in her throat when Georgette gave a half-whimper, half-grunt in response, hips searching impatiently when Ringoette’s hand stopped moving. “W-well I…” She broke off again, having no idea how she was supposed to put this.
“Go on.” Georgette whispered encouragingly, sounding stone-cold sober despite the drugs pumping in her system and the hand crawling around in her panties.
Ringoette slipped her hand out from under Georgette’s skirt with some protest from the younger girl and pulled herself gently off of the girl, getting up to sit on her knees and brushing the sand from her front. Georgette sat up on her elbows, eyes glossy with curiosity and lust rather than trippy drugs. “Well?”
The older girl bit her lip as she pulled the long object from her pocket, holding it up in the moonlight for the younger one to see and bracing herself for her reaction.
Georgette stared at the object blankly. “Wot..”
“Well.. it’s a cucumber.” Ringoette explained when the girl stopped speaking.
“I know but. Wot. Why.”
Ringoette’s blood stained her cheeks a shade of pink not visible in the darkness as she rolled the vegetable (fruit?) around in her hand, “I-I.. I know it might seem a little weird..”
“Oh, it does.”
“But I can explain,” She assured her, scooting closer to the girl, “I mean, I know yer not gay an’ all so I figured.. wot if I had a cock? ‘Cos I know how much ya love cocks..”
Georgette smiled and shrugged, agreeing.
“Right well, tha’ won’t ever happen, me sproutin’ a cock outta the blue, but.. we could always pretend..” She offered hopefully, eyes boring into the younger girl’s with a barely suppressed filthy, gay, animalistic want. “Jus’ think of it as less of a cucumber an’ more of a… cumcumber!”
Georgette stared down at the object silently, reaching out and tentatively caressing it with her slim hands. She looked back at up the girl hesitantly, though still keeping her hand on the cumcumber, “So wot,.. ya wanna stick tha’ in me?” She asked somewhat fearfully. She’d taken quite a few cocks up her love-hole(s) in her 17 years, but for some reason the idea of taking a veg up any one of them was terrifying.
“Yes but..” Ringoette started, drooling at the image but sensing the younger girl’s discomfort, “If I could jus’, I dunno, watch ya suck it..” She suggested a bit disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to make the girl cum by cumcumber just yet, though beaming when Georgette actually seemed to warm up to the sucking idea.
By now, Georgette was sitting up on her knees as well, hand still gripping the cucumber and even stroking it sensually like it was real, “Jus’.. suck it some an’ then..”
“Then,” Ringoette purred, thrilled that Georgette was agreeing to this for she honestly had been fantasizing over it for who knows how long. Not over watching Georgette sucking off a cucumber specifically, but you get the picture. “We can ‘ave s’more fun, of course.” She sealed her promise by pulling the girl into a slippery tongue kiss, the two slobbering all over each other for a good minute.
When they broke apart, Ringoette used Georgette’s shoulder to push herself up into a standing position and to keep the younger girl in a kneeling one. The girl’s hand followed her and her makeshift-cock as it came level with her now smiley face, sticking out from where Ringoette held it, that being right in front of her pelvis. The older girl swallowed down thick arousal lodged in her throat as she stared down at the girl, sure that if it were real her manhood would be twitching like crazy at the sight. “Go on, ‘ave at it.” She urged, wiggling it in her face.
Georgette giggled a bit but she obeyed, planting a kiss on the tip before licking a slimy trail up and down the veg’s length with their eyes’ locked (seriously, is it a fruit or what? Let me Google it. Oh okay it’s a fruit) before wrapping her mouth around the tip and taking it a few inches deep, sliding her mouth along it in a sucky-manner. Not sucky as in shitty. Sucky as in literally sucky.
“Gee, tha’s pretty nice,” Ringoette watched wide-eyed at the surprisingly steamy sight and although she couldn’t feel a thing, the lake between her legs reacted anyways by tingling and expanding into a small sea. “Real nice, actually.. oh yeh, keep doin’ it, jus’ like tha’.” She mumbled, watching with increasingly intense arousal as Georgette sucked and licked the fruit that was her fake-cock.
“Take it. Take it all, whore.” Ringoette growled when just watching didn’t seem enough, disregarding the little voice in her head that told her to stop sounding like a super creep because fuck that this was hawt stuff and worth sounding like a dirty perv okay get outta here! “Oh yeh, suck my hypothetical-cock! Slob on my green knob!”
Georgette seemed to actually start getting into it too, taking more than half of the lengthy fruit into her mouth at Ringoette’s enthusiastic encouragement. By now, both girls’ heart-rates were through the roof, all of their blood pumping right to that funny little nub between their silky knees. The two hadn’t broken eye contact yet, which only added to the somewhat disturbing but ultimately exciting nature of it all. Who knew that absolutely no physical contact could be such an effective method of foreplay? Ringoette certainly knew by now, quite literally throbbing all over.
Ringoette was totally into it, heart and soul. Perhaps she even got a little too excited when she suddenly grabbed a fistful of the younger girl’s curly locks uncharacteristically rough and forced the fruit deeper down the poor girl’s throat. Georgette gripped at the older girl’s thighs maybe drawing blood who knows and who cares as she went limp and let her drag her mouth along the green shaft, perhaps just as excited as she.
After a while of this, enthusiastic sucking on Georgette’s part and filthy encouragement on Ringoette’s, the older girl finally pulled the girl’s mouth from the cucumber with cute little plop, untangling her hand from her chocolate locks and reaching into her pocket. She pulled from it her closed fist, sticking out a finger to tilt Georgette’s head up to look at her. “Close yer eyes.” She ordered, just as breathless as the girl on her knees just from how hot the show had gotten her.
Georgette did as she was told, still breathing heavily as her eyes flutter shut, wondering what Ringoette what was about to do.
She sat silently and waited, eventually feeling something tickle her cheek, then her nose, and even her forehead. She peeled her eyes open slowly, shutting her left again as something landed on it. She brought a hand up and pulled the object from her eyelid and held it out to inspect it. A flower petal.
Georgette looked around her at the many flower petals scattered around her, catching another before it landed on her thigh. “Wot.. flower petals?” She asked, grinning at the pretty pink thing between her fingers despite her confusion.
Ringoette shrugged back to her coy self, grinning as well, “Had to end it somehow, didn’t I. Can’t have a big showy orgasm with a cucumber. Cor, tha’ was great though.” She chuckled, sitting down next to her. She laid a hand on top of the younger girl’s, squeezing gently. “I was ready to ask ya to eat it I liked watchin’ so much!”
Georgette gasped, breaking out into disbelieving giggles, “Nuh uh!”
“I was!”
The younger girl laughed harder, her throat a little sore but she didn’t mind much, laying her forehead onto the older one’s should as she did. She eventually sighed and mumbled, “I probly would’ve done it, too.” She lifted her head and their eyes met, the sappy little confession passing between them, and the both of them realized what she was really trying to say by it. Though, neither of them voiced it and instead opted to show it through a series of tender loving kisses.
“Wanna come to mine?” Ringoette proposed between parting pecks, not ready to end it just yet, “It bein’ close an’ all..” Georgette agreed before Ringoette could finish her explanation, making them both grin in that shy way of theirs.
The two eventually said goodbye to the beach - though, not before a laughing Georgette retrieved her shell which she now actually recognized to be a shell - and skipped hand-in-hand home like the lovebirds they were. Ha, do you get it. Birds.
For the rest of the time ‘til morn, the two made the bed theirs as they fucked the night away, trying every kinky position they could think of to get one another to hit that high note of passion. The best part was that by the crack of dawn, although they both practically collapsed from sexual exhaustion and snored until noon, they were both completely sober and could remember perfectly all that had been said and done the night before.
And that, my friends, was just a-okay with the both of them.
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Too much? Nah, maybe not enough. But the actual last part is coming soon after this, hooray!