Avery blushed again and made a noncommittal sound. What was it about this woman that made her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush? “Another couple of shots should do it,” she muttered, ignoring Effronnia’s raised eyebrows and knowing smile, but feeling as if they were both standing naked in that cold studio as Effronnia raked her body with an insolent smirk.
***
Despite her promise of an early finish, it was well after midnight when Avery finally called a wrap, and they found that a thick blanket of snow had fallen as they emerged into the suddenly hushed street, dense white flakes like swarms of Arctic bees circling all the street lamps and stroking their faces with icy fingers.
“You’ll never get a cab in this, honey,” Effronnia said quietly as Avery waved frantically at the hazy shadows of the passing vehicles which glided past in a spattering of slush. “Come on, I only live three blocks away, I can put you up for the night. It’s the least I can do!”
“Oh no, I couldn’t put you out like that...” Avery tried to stammer, though her teeth were chattering with the cold, but Effronnia was already striding off in the direction of some tree-lined brownstone streets and, powerless to resist, Avery followed in her wake.
***
The apartment was modest but comfortable, a large book-lined living room with a signed Mapplethorpe gelatine silver print above the fireplace and soft ethnic rugs on the stripped-back wooden floor.
“I’ll get you some dry clothes,” Effronnia called as she kicked off her shoes and headed for the bedroom, trailing her wet coat on the floor behind her. “The fire should still be lit, get undressed and get warmed up...”
‘Get undressed, honey. Here, now for my delight...’ Avery silently fumed to herself, but the fire was a hub of glowing embers, comfortingly warm, and her shoes were soaked through from the deep snow outside, and it was sorely tempting to remove them and let the heat seep in and sooth her.
She had hung her coat on the stand in the hall and, glancing around the room to make sure that she wasn’t being observed, she quickly slipped off her sodden footwear and pantyhose, and then, seeing that the tail of her skirt was soaking also, she unfastened it and slipped herself out of it, hugging the dying fire in just her panties and sweater.
“That’s one helluva nice ass for a white girl,” Effronnia’s voice laughed as the other woman entered with two mugs of something hot and chocolaty. “Here, drink this, it’ll heat you up. And there’s a robe for you on the back of the door.”
‘Gee, thanks for telling me,’ Avery clicked with annoyance as she stalked irritatedly across the room to where a fleecy dressing gown hung in the shadows on an ornamental brass hook, but, though she would never admit it, there was something thrilling at having to parade her semi-nudity in front of Effronnia’s hungry eyes like this. She was a plump young woman of thirty-four, and, if she was being honest, a bit of a loner, obsessed with her craft and either unlucky in love or just not that into amorous encounters with the somewhat precious young men who populated the clubs and bars on the ground floors of her Tribeca studio.
Being here like this with Effronnia though, the two of them just in flimsy nightwear and the memory of Effronnia’s nakedness and thick, thick pubic hair still vivid in her mind, was making her feel quite disquieted, and she stole a quick glance at her own crotch as she hastily wrapped herself in the soft warm fabric, horrified and at the same time rather proud of her very obvious camel toe in the gusset of her snowy white panties. Effronnia wasn’t the only one here with a delectable cunt, after all. What the hell are you saying, Avery? What’s going on here?
‘I really don’t know,’ she admitted to herself as she went back to the fireplace and joined Effronnia who was sitting on the thick sheepskin rug, sipping her chocolate.
“Not a summer camp kind of girl, are you?” Effronnia laughed, her eyes still mocking, but not unkindly.
“Excuse me?” Avery asked, picking up her mug and drinking. “And what the hell is in this?”
Effronnia laughed her warm and sexy - yes, sexy, what of it? - laugh. “Just a little rum to soothe your frozen bones. And you’re uncomfortable with naked flesh, both mine and your own, so I’m surmising that you never went to summer camp and showered with twenty other girls each morning. Nothing like a bit of mass nudity to rid you of your inhibitions for life.”
Avery smiled in spite of herself, and leaned back against the softness of an arm chair, letting the fire and rum do their work and relax her. “Is it that obvious?” she asked in a small voice.
“Yes,” Effronnia nodded. “I thought your eyes were going to come out on stalks when I took my panties off. It was if you’d never seen anyone’s bare pussy before!”
Avery took a gulp of the rum-laced chocolate and tried to conceal her blush. “I never have, not, you know, in the flesh before,” she said in a small voice. “You’re my first female nude outside of a coffee table book.”
Effronnia looked shocked. “What! You never took a shower in a gym or had an affair with your best friend when you were growing up? How is that even possible?”
Avery shook her head. “I’ve never been to a gym...”
“But?” Effronnia said, pricking up her ears like a well-trained watch dog. “There’s a ‘but’ in there. There was an affair?”
Avery gulped down the last of her drink and held her cup up for a refill from the rum bottle. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this,” she whispered. “At art school, when I was in my late teens. I had a crush, you know...”
“Go on...”
“We kissed, you know, a lot, and made each other come...”
“Then how come...?”
Avery was crimson by now but she ploughed on, the memory of those furtive kisses in the deserted dark room and Sandi’s hand down the front of her jeans, her own fingers luxuriating in the other girl’s soft velvety fur and the hot slippery wetness. “We kissed and touched under clothes, but we never undressed, never looked...”
Effronnia smiled, kindly this time, and moved closer, topping both their mugs up with more rum. “Show me what you did,” she whispered in a soft low voice, so low it was almost inaudible, yet Avery heard her perfectly. “I want to relive it with you...”
And though she should have been pushing this predatory promiscuous woman away and gathering up her wet clothes and leaving, cabs or no cabs, Avery heard her own voice saying: “You have to kiss me first, lots and lots, and slowly work your way to touching me over my clothes. It has to take ages before you slide your hand down my panties...”
“Like this?” Effronnia whispered, her lips already on Avery’s, soft as a butterfly’s caress. Like some half-remembered erotic dream in the delicious half-asleep, half-awake warmth of early morning when you just wanted to squeeze your own pussy for the fun of it, not come or anything, just feel deliciously sexy in that secret world of your own warmth and scent. And Effronnia tasted of rum and dark chocolate, and her scent was like coconut milk and sex mixed together in a heady potion, and Avery wanted to consume her as they held each other like there was no tomorrow, their hungry mouths fused into a single being.
She had read somewhere that there was nothing more erotic than a kiss but had never believed it until now, and she already knew that she was going to surrender everything to this woman and do everything it was possible for two women to do to each other in the name of love. But right now all that mattered was this kiss, and she hungered for more and more as their tongues explored each other’s mouth and she gradually became aware of Effronnia’s hands travelling around her body like a Baedeker-clutching tourist familiarising herself with a Greek ruin, and she groaned as the other woman traced the contours of her large breasts through the soft cashmere wool of her sweater, and then delve inside like an otter cleaving into a still pond and release the catch of her bra, the heavily wired foundation garment splitting open like a huge clam shell and her big white breasts tumbling out.
“Did your girl suck on these? Kiss and suck your big white t
its and make you beg her to squeeze your little waxed pussy?” Effronnia whispered, sliding Avery’s sweater up and gazing at the huge white orbs, the stiff nut-brown nipples like Tootsie Rolls, the areolas small but dark, oh so very dark.
“No,” Avery whispered, her breathing ragged. “No, no-one’s ever kissed them... But I want you to be the first.”
“No-one’s ever done this?” Effronnia teased, sucking each stiff nipple in turn before smothering Avery’s breasts in kisses. And though Avery had always silently raged at being cursed with such large tits, had hated the way boys looked at her and the sly remarks that they made behind her back, now, now with her round milk-white body bared before Effronnia, she wished that they were even bigger, so that there would be even more sensitive flesh for her lover to kiss and suck and lick, and she ground her crotch into Effronnia’s hand as the other began to slowly squeeze her aching pussy.
“Feel me back,” Effronnia gasped, and slowly, hesitantly, like a baby taking her first step, Avery slowly pulled the cord open on Effronnia’s robe and let the soft garment slide over the other’s shoulders and fall to the floor.
“You’re naked,” Avery hissed and Effronnia laughed conspiratorially.
“I was hoping I might get lucky when I saw the way you stared at my pussy,” she confessed, taking Avery’s hand and guiding it over herself like a cartographer mapping the contours of a rolling landscape, charting the small hills of her firm little breasts and hard rubbery nipples, the long muscular slope of her belly and navel, and then skirting her thick rubyfruit jungle and letting Avery feel the soft silky texture of her inner thighs. “You like?” she whispered, her own hands returning to slide stealthily under the waistband of Avery’s panties and investigate the smooth buttery flesh of her lover’s plump pudenda.
“I like,” Avery groaned as Effronnia’s fingers found wetness and started to stroke. “Pull my panties down and take my sweater right off. I want to be naked for you.”
“All in good time,” Effronnia gasped, kissing her again. Hard. “Explore me first, let your knights venture into my black forest...”
“Like this?” Avery’s fingers are walking like a spider round the curve of Effronnia’s leg, stroking the thick moss-short hair that spills from Effronnia’s high mound and onto the hinge of her thighs, losing herself in the dense aromatic jungle. “I want to eat you...”
“You can...” Effronnia has slid Avery’s full white underpants down to her knees and is staring at her tight little slit, her cunt waxed clean as a whistle and her mound all pinks and creams, like fresh shrimp.
“No, we’ll come too quickly if we do it now. We need to do it hard with our fingers first, then you can eat me...”
Effronnia uses two fingers to expose Avery, pulling her pussy lips apart so that she shows pink, her open cunt a hungry red mouth against the polar whiteness of her skin. Avery groans and begs her to go inside. Which Effronnia does.
“Do it hard,” Avery begs, her own fingers deep in Effronnia’s gash, the other woman’s cunt the colour of deep mocha chocolate under the thick hair on the outside, the inner lips soft salmon pink, her nut-hard clit huge and fiery.
“I’m going to come,” Effronnia almost yells, her pussy sopping wet and ready to squirt.
“Let it happen,” Avery pants back, her fingers deep inside and massaging that big cashew-shaped clitoris. “I’ll come as soon as you do...”
But Effronnia is already yelling obscenities and her pussy is pumping hot liquid as Avery pushes her fingers right up and feels her lover do the same to her, feels everything inside her wind tighter and tighter and knows she’s falling over the brink as Effronnia kisses her hard and they both become a single bucking animal, writhing in orgasmic pleasure...
***
They’re both tingling with arousal and hornier than hell as they grip each other tightly and kiss fervently, already desperate to come again. “Now you can eat me,” Avery gasps as she surfaces for air, licking the taste of her lover from her hot sticky little fingers. “Fuck, you taste good!”
“And you’ve never gone down on a pussy before?” Effronnia asks, lifting Avery gently up onto the sofa, face down, her big white butt high in the air.
“Never, just licked honey from my fingers, but I’ll do what you do to me,” Avery gasps, pushing her ass up and parting her legs so Effronnia can see her long pink slit and little tight asshole.
“You’re a fast learner, I’ll give you that,” Effronnia purrs as she runs her hands up the inside of Avery’s plump snowy thighs and into her butt crack, starts to kiss and lick, nuzzle her face into the soft cushiony flesh of her lover’s ass.
“That is so good but I’m lonely round here with nobody to kiss,” Avery pleads as Effronnia’s tongue explores all her secret crevices. “And I want to kiss all your soft warm fur and taste all your sweet honeysuckle nectar before you go and make me come again...”
“Come and lie on the floor with me then,” Effronnia invites, sprawling on the warmth of the sheepskin. And how many sticky wet cunts have opened like oysters for you on this sacrificial alter? Avery wonders as she slides down to be fucked, her bones turned to jelly. And she’s not at all jealous that she’s most probably a high number on a long list. In fact, if she’s honest, she a little aroused at the thought of all the bare asses that have graced this warm and sultry spot before Effronnia’s dying fire.
“You taste so nice,” she whispers to Effronnia who’s already busy worming her tongue into Avery’s soft pink slit. “Much nicer than cock. Is pussy always this sweet?”
“When you’ve got the hunger for it, yes,” Effronnia murmurs, her tongue caressing all of Avery’s exposed fleshy folds. “If you’re a girl’s girl like me it’s always sweeter than honey...”
“Well, I’m never eating cock again, you’ve turned me,” Avery groans as she alternatively laps like a kitten and then sucks on the stiff erectness of Effronnia extremely large clit. “From now on I’m just going to pull down the panties of every woman I meet and eat her out on the spot!”
“Oh holy fuck, I can visualise you doing it and it’s making me want to come...”
“Can you really see it? I like that. Woman after woman. All of them with rich thick soft fur like you. Fat furry black women with killer thighs, little petite Korean girls with tiny bushes, tall haughty English women with riding crops in their hands...”
“Oh fuck, I’m coming...”
“Fuck, me too, suck me hard. Oh yes, yes, yes...”
***
The house was still warm in the grey light of morning as Avery dressed quietly, listening to the rhythm of rush hour traffic cutting hard black asphalt stripes into the previous night’s crust of snow. She had lost count of how many times they had made love but was aware of a pleasant throbbing sensation in her pussy even now as she pulled her pantyhose back up, her previous day’s underpants stuffed into a pocket of her camera bag.
“Bare pussy in pantyhose, I like that,” Effronnia’s voice whispered, warm like molasses on a breakfast pancake.
“And it’ll have to stay like that till afternoon before I can go home,” Avery grinned. “But if you ask really nicely I might Instagram you a picture or two...”
Effronnia shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my god, I’ve created a sexual monster.”
“No, you’ve given me the courage to finally be who I am,” Avery replied, kissing the top of her head as she searched for her shoes.
“You know, I’m still naked,” Effronnia grinned, holding Avery’s hand. “How much trouble will you get into if you’re late for work?”
“Well, let me see, it’s eight-thirty and I have a shoot at nine-fifteen with three assistants and the art director of a major magazine waiting for me,” Avery said, letting her newly-fastened skirt fall back to the floor. “I reckon there might be just enough time for you to kiss my little waxed pussy once or twice before I leave.”
“Then I guess it’s going to be fuck foreplay,” Effronnia laughed, taking hold of t
he waistband of Avery’s tights and pulling them down to her knees.
“Guess so,” Avery sighed, deliriously happy as she felt Effronnia’s tongue quickly penetrate her. Though she knew even then that this was not happily ever after and that she was little more than a statistic in a long line of conquests. But she didn’t care, and last night and this early November morning’s lust were hers for ever and could never be taken from her. And, when Effronnia tired of her, well, what of it. The world was full of beautiful women like her just waiting to be plucked as she had been. No, Avery thought, life was just beginning.
“I think I’m might just pee in your mouth when I come,” she groaned to Effronnia, holding her head tight with both hands and grinding her cunt into the other’s face.
“Be my guest, bitch,” Avery thought Effronnia replied, but her voice was muffled and then Avery started to come and no longer cared...
The Girl With the Biggest Cunt in the World
Once upon a time there lived a girl who was blessed with the biggest cunt in all the world and, even at boarding school, girls would queue to watch her shower and marvel at the size and intricacy of it. So it was no surprise to anyone that, when she grew up, men camped in her rose garden and pledged their suits daily, one after another, until she eventually married a prince who claimed to have the biggest cock in the world. Though she later discovered this to have been an exaggeration, a problem, it seems, which has beset women for centuries.
However, though she now lived in a palace and dressed in fine silks from the most fashionable raiment brands in the known world, she found her life to be loveless and without passion, and her prince’s member totally unable to fill the vast depths of her empty nether regions, and she spent her days wandering desolately through the castle grounds, keeping her copious tears like pearls in a glass jar beneath the weeping willow tree.
Then, suddenly, one misty April morning in a unkempt part of the gardens, a stooped figure emerged from a bush of thorns, a ragged woman in a stove-pipe hat with green skin and long talon-like nails.
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