Mona came beside her, pushed her gently but firmly toward the bed. Jane was on her stomach a moment later, with the kimono thrown over the bedspread, and Mona Allan straddling her naked rounded buttocks. The brunette's thighs were spread apart, and Jane could feel her warm vaginal mound scraping against the back of her leg.
"Massage is a real art, you know. You have to apply just enough pressure to do the job without injuring the muscles or the nerves… I'm not hurting you, am I?" Mona asked.
"Oh, no, it feels… great," Jane tried to push aside any thought of the forbidden, the obscene from her mind.
Mona's fingers slowly worked their way down Jane's naked back, her palms widespread as she massaged and caressed the smooth taut flesh.
"After what you've been through, I bet you're really tense up here," she said, lifting her weight and sliding her hands quickly over the twin white cheeks of Jane's ass.
"God, it does feel good," the trembling young blonde answered, tensing and relaxing her buttocks as the brunette plied and kneaded their rounded softness. A low groan of unwanted lust bubbled out of her throat.
Suddenly, without warning, Mona was pushing her over on her side and stroking her tautly quivering breasts, pausing to taunt her nipples into hardness with a knowing feminine touch. Then she was trailing fingers down her ribs as she shifted position until they were lying on their sides facing each other.
Jane stared wide-eyed in the pinkish light of the voluptuously curved body of this woman whose intimate touches were both exciting and sending a tremor of confusion through her body. The two emotions combined effect left her bereft of any power to act.
"I… I don't understand," Jane stammered as the dark-haired woman's strong, slightly taller body quivered hotly and pressed with a licentious directness against her own.
"Sssssshhhhhhhh," Mona whispered, and undid her sheer black nightgown, then dropped it to the floor. "Just relax and let me make you happy… very, very happy… the way that only a woman can."
Her hand came and touched Jane's cheeks. The young blonde lay still while fingers ran down over her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin to her long smooth neck. She shivered from the delicately tracing fingertips.
"Jane, you're such a pretty girl, a beautiful woman. I've thought so ever since we were in high school when we took showers together in the girls gym. I always wondered how much you fucked around, whether you made it with many boys before you got married."
The question jolted the blonde girl. At first she didn't know how to answer, or if she should answer at all "Did you?"
"No, not really," Jane stuttered finally, not really knowing what made her answer the question.
"Tonight, I know you must have enjoyed it when Larry and Bob did those things to you. Did you suck anyone's cock? Why don't you tell me everything you did?"
Jane lay unable to move, as though it were impossible for her to believe what was taking place; she had heard of women who were this way, but she had never knowingly been in one's presence. But with Mona it was different. There was something essentially hedonistic in her nature, that absolved her from any taint of being 'perverted'.
Again, Jeff s wife's hand dropped to one lushly formed breast and her face moved closer. Then… her lips closed over her own, gently at first, so that Jane could feel the sharply delineated imprint, and then more eagerly Jane felt her own lips rigid in the beginning, relax slowly under the pressure. Then as the tongue slipped wetly into her mouth, she seemed to give in completely and let her body follow it up, rubbing her sensually aroused cunt hard against the brunette's.
Mona's hand continued to massage her tingling breasts with a woman's knowledge while Jane, dazed from the events of earlier in the evening, her young body still smoldering with the erotically aroused embers kindled deep inside her found something tranquilizing in the other woman's attentions. She closed her eyes and began to tremble from head to toe, all alive with crazy flames dancing across her nerve endings. The teasing fingers raced over her most sensitive flesh like butterfly wings, taunting her to the point where any resistance would soon disappear.
"Wow, you're really fine!" Mona sighed, holding on tight and rubbing her naked body against Jane's so that their lust-hardened nipples met and the soft warm breasts of one crushed voluptuously into the other.
Jane felt Mona Allan's thigh raise and her long tapering leg twine about her until the soft mat of jet black pubic hair brushed warmly against her own wetly heated pussy. Abruptly, Mona's hand was on Jane's involuntarily squirming buttocks, pulling them apart, and slipping her fingers between. The naked blonde wife jerked forward, her breasts squeezing against Mona's softly trembling mounds, as the other woman caressed her tightly puckered anus with an extended middle finger. A moment later, Mona was slithering down her responsively quivering body, rolling her own to her back and crawling up between Jane's widespread trembling thighs.
Jane dropped her hands to her own insanely pulsing cunt and held her breath, trying to keep from making any sound. She could feel Mona's soft hand running over her sensitive inner thighs, caressing them in a soft sensuous way, lingering over the insides and then gently trailing up to where Jane had drawn her hands over her vagina.
"You didn't need to do that," Mona gave a little tug at the blonde's fingers which remained cupped at the moistened threshold of her femininity. Then, smiling softly, she added, "It won't do you any good to hide it, Janie. I'm a woman, too, and I know what turns us on. And you're turned on."
She tried to pull Jane's fingers loose, but the trembling young blonde clutched all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertently separating her desire-swollen cuntal lips in an effort to protect herself from this lesbian seduction.
Jane's whole body jumped as she felt Mona's heated wet tongue licking moistly on the inside of her straining thighs. She tightened her hands over her throbbing pussy, making a soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under her finger. Mona's tongue licked on and on, attempting to force its wet way between her fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle up and down her spine.
The more the tongue probed, the harder Jane resisted, realizing with a moan, that her struggling was causing a greater, more uncontrollable excitement within herself Mona's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, relentlessly searching out a weakness. Jane, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her lewd pitch of arousal. Her hotly moistening cunt was now dilating around her fingers; her weakly protesting moans increased as Mona's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected corner of her wetly quivering vagina and slowly forced Jane's fingers to the side. A second later she was licking lustfully while Jane gritted her teeth, fighting with what little moral force she had left not to give in!
Then, in a surprise move, Mona darted her head lower and her tongue found the soft unprotected crevice of Jane's tightly clenched buttocks. God, what on earth was that! Jane's mind seethed as the tantalizing tongue licked lasciviously while Mona's fingers worked to part and widen her defenseless ass-cheeks. Jane gasped, moaned, and tossed her long golden hair from side to side while the brunette woman worked her hands under her nakedly squirming buttocks to cup them and tilt her hips up ever so slightly. Then… oh God! Jane shuddered in ecstasy and shame as she felt the brunette's tongue tip flicking hotly over the sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered anus. Then it was slithering in!
"Aaaarrrhhh!" Jane groaned, "no, you can't… please… "Never before had she felt anything so lewdly exciting; it was dirty, perverted, forbidden. She had to stop Mona… stop her before it was too late.