When Gloria arrived at the Lawrence home she was greeted with an affectionate kiss on the cheek and a gin and tonic. The two women sat down in the living room and sipped their drinks, chatting as though they'd known each other for years.
"I hear you're giving some of the boys at school some interesting lessons," Alma smiled.
Gloria was stunned. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, don't get nervous," Alma laughed. "I couldn't care less. In fact, I've done my share of fooling around with some of the boys myself."
She got up and sat down next to Gloria on the sofa. "Listen, honey," the blonde hissed. "You don't have to be embarrassed about anything in front of me. I lead a fairly unorthodox life myself."
"Oh, God!" Gloria groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Which one talked?"
"Relax, sweetie. Neither of them talked to me. I just heard some talk in the girl's locker room. Don't worry about it. Teenagers talk about sex all the time. That's all they have on their minds now. They're either doing it or talking about it. At least today's kids do. Relax, believe me, I've been there. My marriage isn't perfect either."
"Oh, yes?" Gloria said, perking up.
"Jesus Christ, whose is? My Harry's more interested in his work then he is in his wife. I'm used to it. We've been married for fifteen years and it was always this way. Harry knows I fool around, and he doesn't care. As long as I'm home for dinner, he doesn't give a damn what I do, and believe me honey, I do a lot!"
Alma's hand was now moving up and down Gloria's arm. Gloria found herself responding to the light caress. A moment later when Alma leaned over and planted a kiss on Gloria's cheek, their lips met and fused in a wet kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Alma whispered, "Have you ever done it with another woman?"
"Oh, no!" Gloria protested.
"Well don't be so defensive," she chuckled. "I'm not a lesbian, you know. I'm just a horny broad who likes sex. Just like you, right? Now, since there are no teenage studs around, and our husbands are busy as usual, that leaves us. Right? Right! So, why not take what pleasure we can from each other?"
A combination of fear and lust gripped Gloria's body as she allowed the blonde to lead her down the hall to the Lawrence master bedroom. Gloria had to admit she was turned on by the prospect of making it with a woman. Her pussy was soaked just thinking about it.
God, I hope I'm not struck dead for this, she thought.
Once inside the bedroom Alma closed the door and pulled Gloria into her arms. When Gloria tried to push her away, Alma held her fast.
"Relax, honey, just relax," she murmured. "Alma's here and she'll take care of everything."
Once again their lips fused in a hot wet kiss. Gloria could feel Alma's athletic body pressed against her own. Alma's big tits pressed against Gloria's and the bulge of the gym teacher's cunt mound pressed against the brunette's cunt mound. Gloria suddenly realized that Alma wasn't wearing a bra. The older woman had the firmest tits Gloria had ever seen even without a bra, her big boobs stood straight up toward the ceiling. The feel of the blonde's big pear-shaped jugs sent a chill through Gloria's body.
Their bodies pressed together, tit sliding against tit, nipple against nipple. Gloria was amazed to find she wasn't repelled by the softness of the other woman in her arms. It was different from a man, but not repulsive. Instead of the muscles and beard and rough clothes, there was soft flesh, smooth skin and a soft wet mouth.
Alma's tongue slithered in and out of her mouth like a little animal. The blonde's tongue explored Gloria's mouth as it had never been explored before. She swabbed her gums and teeth and roof of her mouth. She licked and sucked at the inside of the brunette's cheeks.
Gloria moaned and shifted her body slightly, pushing her thigh against the older woman's crotch. She could feel the heat of Alma's pussy against her leg and it was thrilling.
Gloria pulled back. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she gasped.
"Don't be, honey," Alma purred. "Just do what your body tells you to do. You're doing just fine."
The two women continued rubbing their tits together. Gloria frequently went braless, so the only thing between them was the thin material of their blouses. Gloria pulled back and looked down. She thrilled at the outline of Alma's stiff nipples, straining against the older woman's blouse. She bent down and pressed her own stiff nipple against those of the gym teacher.
Alma found her mouth again and this time Gloria stuffed her tongue inside the blonde's wet mouth. She trembled, knees shaking, and gave herself totally and completely to the pleasure of the deep passionate kiss. She slithered her tongue in and out of Alma's sucking mouth like a soft wet prick. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine when she felt the blonde's hand on her boob.
Gloria moaned. Alma finally pulled her lips away from the brunette's and smiled. "Now, then, isn't this nice?" she purred. "I'll bet my hand feels just as good on your tit as a man's, doesn't it, honey? Tell the truth, now, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Gloria whispered, her pussy creaming and her big jugs tingling. The feel of Alma's hand on her boob was wonderful. The other woman seemed to know just where to touch and where to press her swollen globe. Now Alma took her open palm and rubbed it over Gloria's stiffened tits.
"That really turns you on, doesn't it?" Alma smiled. "The first thing I noticed about you was your big boobs. I've never seen tits that pointed straight up to heaven before. You're driving the boys at school wild, but then you already know that, don't you, honey?" The blonde smirked and Gloria shuddered.
"Please, I thought we weren't going to talk about that," the brunette pleaded. "Anyway, you're not so innocent yourself."
Alma chuckled and moved her hand off of Gloria's tit. Now the blonde began unbuttoning Gloria's blouse and in a moment her slim hand was slipping inside to cup one of the brunette's heaving jugs.
Gloria groaned and whimpered at the first touch of hand against tit-flesh, and pushed her crotch more firmly against the older woman's crotch.
"Mmmmmmmmm-yummmmmmm!" Alma murmured huskily. She opened Gloria's blouse and stared at the brunette's juggling titflesh. One hand on the younger woman's waist, she fluttered her fingers lightly over the underslopes of Gloria's heaving jugs and then over the younger woman's pointed pink nipples.
Gloria shivered and ran her hand down Alma's arm, her fingers finally touching Alma's firm, pear-shaped tits. Alma mewled, encouraging the younger woman to caress and fondle her firm boobs. The brunette could feel the older woman's nipples hardening under her fingers, and found it oddly thrilling to be able to turn on another woman like this.
Now the gym teacher peeled Gloria's blouse off her shoulders, almost but not quite exposing the brunette's big jugs. Her eyes glittering, her tongue licking her lips suggestively, the blonde lowered her head and nibbled and licked her way from the younger woman's shoulder to the peak of her tit. Then with a animal-like cry, the blonde closed her mouth over Gloria's long, stiff nipple.
"Oh, yessssss!" Gloria groaned.
The brunette trembled at the wonderful sensations caused by Alma's lips and tongue and teeth. Her stiff pink nipple was soon tingling and throbbing, and her pussy quivered and creamed. Just when Gloria felt herself begin to build up to an orgasm, the blonde dropped her tit from her mouth and moved to the other side.
Gloria couldn't resist putting her hands on Alma's pear-shaped jugs. The blonde still had her blouse on, but the feel of her braless tits in Gloria's hands was terribly sensuous. Gloria squeezed and pinched her firm titflesh, pulling at the blonde's nipples.
Gloria fell onto the bed. Her legs could no longer hold her. Her knees had turned to jelly. Alma pulled her mouth off the younger woman's tit and moved with Gloria to the bed. She peeled Gloria's blouse off her shoulders.