by Rachel Heath
“Yeah.” A very hopeful one, I thought. “Was it because he thought you were lesbian?”
“Actually, I’d already told him I was bisexual and that didn’t bother him too much. But he thought a pretty teenaged girl ought to want to go out with guys.”
“If you’re bisexual... why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to rush things, you know. I went out with groups because I didn’t want all the emotion and heartbreak and scenes connected with being somebody’s girlfriend, whether it was a guy or a girl.” Again she shrugged, and again those enormities waved at me. I wondered if it was because being “somebody’s girlfriend” would have to mean the somebody was after only one--or two!--things.
Shelly and I kept on talking, mostly during commercials, and then we walked around campus for awhile and decided we’d meet for dinner at the cafeteria. I usually sat with a group of friends and Shelly joined my group because she didn’t belong to one of her own yet.
After that, we started seeing each other regularly without much of anything physical happening between us (though I always masturbated a bunch of times when I got back to my room--I don’t have a roommate because my last one was a big hassle, constantly playing the TV so I couldn’t study).
One time she and I were in my room, just watching VH1 when Shelly placed her hand on mine. I caught my breath--wimp that I am, I was glad she was making the first move. Our hands were about the same size, though mine were just a bit bigger. I had several rings and short unpolished fingernails while Shelly had one large class ring and had put on a sky blue polish. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. Her enormous breast brushed against mine. We kissed and she ran her tongue over my teeth, leaving wetness on my lips.
Then we paused. My heart was pounding. She put her hand lightly on my face, around my neck and jaw, and we looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. I saw that Shelly’s thighs were tensed together through her tight, stonewashed denims. She giggled a little as our fully clothed breasts touched. My pulse quickened, I felt my pussy warm and ache.
Again, Shelly went first, slipping her hand under my t-shirt, up my tummy to my breast. I felt my nipples harden and burn and the burning go up my neck and face; I must have blushed as violently as I first saw her.
“I bet you want me to take my shirt off, Rhiannon,” she said in her sweet high-pitched lilt, her smile wide and her brown eyes wide with anticipation.
“Yeah,” I breathed. I must have had a dopey grin on my reddened face.
Her hands hovered at the bottom of her pink Magic Happens t-shirt, pulling and playing with it. She wet and pursed her tiny lips; her tongue played at the corners of her mouth. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt up and off, then walked--her watermelons swaying--over to her closet and put the shirt on one of the hooks that was on the wall beside it. Shelly turned around and looked at me, smiling a broad, open-mouthed smile. “The big moment,” she said, lifting her eyebrows. Then, still in jeans, she removed her bra.
The enormous breasts fell clear to Shelly’s thighs. She walked back to the bed, allowing those awesome pendulous breasts to swing in slow arcs.
Dumbstruck, I placed a hand on each nipple: the pastel pink areolas of the nipples were as big as the surface of a B-cup. I placed my hands under her breasts, enjoying the odd sexy sensation of my flat hands actually disappearing, being swallowed between the flesh of her breasts and that of her ribcage and stomach. The throb of arousal started in my pussy; my cunt warmed and moistened.
“Shelly,” I said, almost reverently, “Do you like them?”
“Sometimes I do. Like now.”
She put her arms around me. I felt a shock like electricity as our breasts directly touched. We hugged and the sensuality of my sponginess on hers was beyond description. I was in a place beyond words. Each moment, my flesh seemed to discover a new and spongy spot on hers.
We were kissing and my heart was pounding. Shelly ran her tongue along my earlobe, then down neck, and asked, “Do you like to eat pussy, Rhiannon?”
“Yeah,” I told her. “I like to get eaten too.”
“Sixty-nine?” Shelly asked.
“My favorite flavor,” I replied.
Shelly slid out of pants and panties; then we lay beside each other, faces to pussies.
Because Shelly was so short and her boobs were so enormous, they sensuously rubbed against my face even as I licked her pussy. It seemed like some kind of miracle, smelling and tasting that funky female scent while feeling the awesome sponginess against my face cheeks, running my tongue up and down those wet warm pussy lips, then immediately sucking a hard-ridged pink nipple--all the while my pussy getting sucked and licked. The hair of Shelly’s pussy was rather straight and, compared with mine (I’ve got a very thick, and curly, bush), sparse. “Oh... ah,” sounds escaped my throat as I licked on the jet black hairs, then along the area between the lips. Shelly’s inner lips were quite a bit lighter in their pinkness than her outer lips and they did not connect with her clitoral hood.
“No teeth, Rhiannon,” she remonstrated. “Only tongue. But, ooooo, you’re on the right place. Yeah, between the lips, yeah.”
“I like a bit of teeth, Shelly,” I informed her. I kept licking, slowly, up and down, up and down, from the hood of the clit to just above the asshole. “Hmmm ... ” I moaned, as Shelly nibbled along my own pussy lips.
Shelly was dripping and sighing, “Ah... ah ... ” and rolling her pelvis and boobs around my face. My breath was speeding up, I was getting more excited but I thought Shelly was closer to coming than I was and sure enough--
“I gotta stop eating you, I’m almost there--lick around my clit, yeah, yeah, not on, yeah, right around it... Oh! Yeah, keep licking! Yeah! OH YEAH!” She let out a shrill scream as she bounced all over.
After she came, I tongued her nipples, no longer hard but soft as pudding.
“Keep on licking me,” she said in her sweet, soft voice. “Like you were, between the lips, I like the feel of it afterward.” She re-commenced on my pussy, licking and biting. “Is this how you like it, Rhiannon?”
“Yeah,” I said, “And kind of blow on it, on my clit... yes, like that.... ohhh ... ” Then I kissed Shelly’s flattened nipples gratefully and licked her soaking pussy. My pelvis squirmed around and around, I could feel the pressure building. Inside myself, I pushed down and began taking deeper breaths to make the orgasm last longer. “Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!” I gasped as my orgasm waved through me.
We straightened around so we lay face-to-face. We started idly kissing some more, tasting pussy juice from each other’s mouths. Shelly’s breasts again overwhelmed mine and spread all across my belly too. “I think I can come again,” I told her.
“You’re not the only one,” she replied through half-closed eyes.
Chapter Eleven
Spanking And Miz SeeSaw
It was one of the lucky Saturdays when neither Kate nor Juanita was working and even the more energetic Kate was taking it easy, reading in bed, barefoot and propped up on her elbow. Kate’s long, thick, streaked-blonde hair hung in casual waves around her bare shoulders; long bangs obscured her pale thinly arched eyebrows. She was wearing tiny pink triangle earrings together with the little gold hoops through her earlobes and the necklace with the woman symbol. Her trademark false eyelashes and dark beige shadowed her thick-lidded green eyes. Kate was only four feet eleven inches tall so her legs weren’t long but their muscle tone was good (she loved to jog and swim) and she kept them freshly waxed.
The baby pink tank-top she was wearing showed Kate’s tight, well-muscled arms and her average sized but perky tits off to good effect but what really turned Juanita on was that Kate was lolling around in those cut-offs. They were the shorts Kate would never wear in public, even at a bar, because they were so skimpy that when she moved her hips--like now--a curl of rebellious brown pubic hair showed at the inside of an alabaster thigh.
Juanita had been horny for the past few days but the two women had been busy, or to
o tired to really make love, or at least one of them was. It wasn’t as frustrating as it might be for some couples since both Kate and Juanita were comfortable masturbating in front of the other and had been since their college dorm days.
Juanita took the sheer pumpkin-colored blouse out of their closet. Kate liked her best in orange because it went well with her light brown skin. She liked herself in it, too.
Then Juanita went to the little alcove between their room and the bathroom and shut the door. After she removed her T-shirt, Juanita examined herself in the mirror. She wished she could lose some weight. Her stomach above the crisp dark blue jeans had a very pronounced puff (one that seemed unfair since she’d never been preggs) and she often thought her breasts were too big. She pulled on them and smiled... big was beautiful, she thought. She enjoyed the way the spongy grapefruits filled--and overfilled--her hands. She squeezed them together, then bounced them at her reflection.
Juanita wasn’t really dissatisfied: at 5’6” her legs were relatively long, she carried herself well, and she knew she was pretty with her curtain of silky black hair, broad and gently sculpted features, and almond-shaped, dark brown eyes.
About to put the blouse on, Juanita remembered something Kate liked. She clasped the tit jewelry around her nipples: gold rings trailing half-moons. Smiling at her reflection, she again pulled slowly on her breasts, then hugged herself. Excitement whispered along her nerves.
The jewelry showed through the gossamer blouse. Yes, Juanita thought, she was satisfied with herself--at least if Kate was.
When she opened the door, Juanita watched as Kate’s lively green eyes took in her own bejeweled breasts. “Kate, feel like smooching a bit?” Juanita asked hopefully, lifting her eyebrows.
“Hmmmm ... ” Kate put her book down, careful to make sure the bookmark was secure. She turned on her back and stretched out lazily, displaying the wonderfully defined muscles on her arms and shoulders, her freshly shaven pits, and making her pretty breasts practically shout through her top.
Juanita snuggled near her, massaging Kate’s arm. Juanita pressed lightly on her lover’s board-flat tummy. Batting her lashes coyly, Kate moaned and said, “I don’t know if I’m in the mood, darling.”
“Could I get you in the mood?” Juanita asked. She slid her tongue along her Kate’s ear, relishing the sharpness of metal contrasting with the sweet delicate warmth of skin.
“Well... “ Kate’s fingers hovered above her waist and fondled a beltless loop. “You might be able to warm me up.”
Juanita got on the side of the bed. “Could I, sweetie?” she asked rhetorically as her lover slid across her lap. Eagerly Kate pulled her britches down in a bunch across her thighs, exposing the firm, round buttocks.
Rubbing the palm of her hand across Kate’s cheeks, Juanita relished the satiny softness of the other woman’s skin. Kate looked back at Juanita pensively, open-mouthed, forehead wrinkling under yellowish bangs.
Juanita wagged an index finger at Kate and cautioned, “No peeking back at me.”
So Kate rested her chin on her folded arms which were, in turn, resting on a pillow.
Juanita continued rubbing Kate’s butt gently, then more firmly. Suddenly Juanita slapped it. Kate giggled and Juanita slapped it again. Then Juanita slapped several times in succession, causing Kate’s bottom to bounce and pinken.
“Ooo... “ Kate moaned and giggled. Then she suggested: “How about one at a time, darling?”
So Juanita slapped her left ass cheek, then her right, back and forth, back and forth, quite democratically.
Kate rocked and wriggled her ass around, not to avoid the swats but to stimulate herself as her lover kept slapping each darkening cheek. She started playing with her own boobs, pulling on them slowly, squeezing and pinching the hardened nipples.
Juanita pinched the warmed ass cheeks and kneaded them. Kate gasped and pressed her pubis down against her spanker’s thighs; Juanita could feel her lover’s patch getting warm and damp through her own jeans. Then Juanita slapped each of Kate’s hams in rapid succession and increasing hardness, inspired by the sight of the red cheeks quivering and mottling. Juanita squeezed the inside of her own thighs together; her pussy lips tingled. A slow fire was building inside her belly.
“Oh, oh!” Kate started kicking her legs. Her feet curled like they do when being tickled. Juanita gave each buttock some more vigorous spanks; Kate’s cheeks automatically squeezed together, then relaxed, as they darkened to a plum red.
Juanita slid a finger along Kate’s moist pussy, along the sensitive lips the way she knew Kate liked it. Very easily, she slipped three fingers inside Kate’s cunt, then pulled them out and put her wet fingers into her own mouth. “Your pudding tastes good, sweetheart” she said.
“Thanks,” Kate replied, “Ohhh,” she moaned in pleasure
Juanita cupped the warmed asscheeks in her hands, relishing their spongy heft. She bent and kissed Kate’s shoulder, a soft kiss with just a moment of tongue. Then she pulled on Kate’s cheeks, both at the same time, as Kate’s legs kicked from the knees. Juanita dug her short nails into the spanked flesh, hauled the hams apart, and blew soothing cool breath on the open ass crack.
“Enough, already!” Kate cried exultantly, “Please, darling, please! Let’s make love.”
“Just a few more,” Juanita promised, getting in several extremely powerful swats in quick succession.
“Ow! Ow!” Kate’s thighs spread in her excitement. A well-toned leg kicked and stayed in the air as she moaned.
Juanita kissed her lover’s scarlet fanny. She licked and bit and sucked, thrilling to big luscious mouthfuls of heated ass.
“Oooo!” Kate squealed. Kate turned around and Juanita saw the bunched-raspberry chill on her nipples.
Juanita stretched out beside her, and they kissed, a long deep French kiss, as Juanita’s fingers returned to her lover’s pubis. She fingered Kate’s throbbing open cunt, then rubbed lightly, teasingly, along Kate’s swollen pussy lips.
Kate was horny beyond endurance. “Please!” she begged. “Get Miz SeeSaw!”
“Could you get her, Kate?” Juanita asked gently as she undid her zipper and pulled her jeans down and off. Juanita rolled onto her back and discarded her gossamer shirt as Kate fetched the toy box from under their bed.
Kate easily slid “her” -- the fire engine red -- part of the two-headed dildo up her juicy, aching pussy.
On her back, Juanita sucked the sea-flavored juice off her fingers; her other hand stole down to her own love-hole, slipping in and stretching it.
Kate gently pushed the bright blue head inside Juanita. Oh, how Kate loved the feel of Juanita’s breasts against her own! Kate started rocking her ass back and forth, fast, faster, furiously.
She pressed her sweating face against Juanita’s beautiful bejeweled boobs, roughly and desperately against the flesh and the gold. She sucked and bit lightly. “I love you, Juanita,” she moaned. Then she slipped a hand in between herself and Juanita, touching her clitoris lightly but directly.
Kate came with meaningless syllables rushing out of her mouth and tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes.
“I love you!” Kate said. In the relaxation of aftercum, she hugged Juanita and continued rocking back and forth on MizSeeSaw, though slowly and languidly now.
“Up a little, please,” Juanita requested and the shorter Kate maneuvered herself so that her nipples directly touched Juanita’s. “Over, sweetie,” Juanita whispered.
The two women rolled over so that Juanita was on top of Kate.
“Yeah,” Juanita moaned. Repeatedly and rhythmically, she squeezed her cunt muscles around the dildo. She pulled desperately on Kate’s back, scratching into the flesh with her short fingernails. She let go a bit, pausing to catch her breath.
Kate bent her knees, then lifted her legs, letting them fall lazily against Juanita, who was rotating her pelvis in the circular motion she often favored to get off.
“Oh... ohhhh.... “
Juanita’s hot breath came in swift pants.
“Did you come, darling?” Kate asked.
“Not yet,” was the quick reply. “I think I’m going to need a spanking too.”
Kate obligingly reached over for a slap and Juanita added, “With the Spanky. Please.”
Juanita rolled onto her side. Kate pulled the dildo out of herself so she could get to the toy box.
Juanita kept her part of the dildo inside her twat. She did not touch her clitoris directly--when she was turned on it was much too sensitive for that--but stroked the pussy lips around the nut-hard tiny pearl.
The Spanky was a 12-inches long black leather paddle with a comfortable pear-shaped handle. The “paddle” part was divided into five bands.
When Kate rejoined Juanita and Miz SeeSaw, Juanita said, “Kiss me, first,” and the two women kissed and hugged and snuggled for a few moments, each with cunt full but hips motionless.
Then Juanita started rotating and rocking her hips. “Now,” she breathed urgently.
Thwack! went the Spanky against Juanita’s ass.
“Harder?” Kate asked.
“Like that. Just like that.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ow!”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Owww--yeah,” Juanita moaned.
That was the sound that Kate loved: “Owww--yeah,” when she actually heard the process of her lover turning the pain into pleasure.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Juanita’s cunt muscles squeezed the dildo, a single powerful long squeeze, and she came, panting, “Oh! Oh!”
The two women turned over so they were lying on their sides but they kept hugging each other. And kept MizSeeSaw in her respective places.
