As the woman's orgasm surged through her body, Susan realized her own body was preparing for one also. She felt the tenseness in her loins.
Her breath was coming in hurried gasps. She felt the electric sexual tension throughout her belly.
The tongue was both soothing and stimulating. Cat knew all the right places to touch. Susan loved it when the woman started at the front of her sex slit and worked back. She felt the tongue playfully tangling and untangling the wiry hairs of her bush. Then the very tip of her tongue was thrust into the vee of her gash.
This was the start of intense pleasure. Her tongue erotically dueled with the girl's clitoris. Lightning bolts of delight smashed through her body, arched her back, made her feel weak and watery inside. She thought her innards had been replaced with jello. Every time her clit was lightly touched, another jolt of carnal electricity blasted into her.
Cat worked quickly back, not wanting to give the girl everything without the full course of oral love. She dragged her tongue along the sex lips until Susan was thrashing and bucking about.
The girl tried to cram her twat fully into the woman's face. Her entire body was more alive than it ever had been before. She was one giant raw nerve ending. The lightest of touches set off delightful depth charges in her body.
She felt the rough, pink tongue drive hard into her cunt. Cockhard, she received a first-class tongue-fucking. The sexual pressure building in the girl's body was beginning to become intolerable. It wouldn't be long before the dam of emotion burst and she was inundated with orgasm.
But Cat wasn't satisfied she had the girl strung out far enough. Her tongue left her pussy and its well of fuck fluid and slowly, languidly moved back along the perineum. The rippled plain just before the asshole was especially sensitive to the teenager.
She struggled to spread her legs wide enough for Cat to get her entire mouth over her crotch. Her legs went up in the air and she rolled back a little to expose as much of her cunt as possible to the delving tongue of the woman.
She gasped when Cat's tongue lightly touched her tortured asshole. The woman sensed this was the wrong time to tend to that tightest passage into the girl's body. She moved back.
This time, when her tongue rammed far into the cunt, the girl came.
It was Cat's turn to be cut off from the world. Firmly fleshed thighs clamped down on her head. She was held in position.
Even if she wanted to leave her erotic post, she wouldn't be able to without leaving her head behind.
Susan convulsed with the full force of climax. She was dimly aware of Cat's tongue continually probing into her pussy. The feathery touches all up and down the walls of her cunt kept her on her sexual high longer than she'd thought possible. She drifted and soared and enjoyed the cum to the fullest.
As she came back down to earth and the reality of her position, she found a crotch still stuffed into her face. Her tongue lovingly worked from front to back. Cat sighed and wiggled her hips a little to let the girl know it was appreciated. Susan couldn't quite do the same thing so she just spread her legs a little wider.
But something was gone. They'd both gotten off on their oral lovemaking.
And that seemed to be enough for the moment. Both were highly sexed, but Susan was feeling drained, exhausted, in need of some rest.
She pushed free of Cat's pussy for a moment and said, "Please, Cat, let's do this again – later. Right now, I… I want to rest. Can you understand that?"
"Sure, doll, easy."
She vaulted off the bed with the easy grace of a feline. Susan wondered if the woman's name was a nickname or for real. She asked.
"Cat? Hell, my real name's Catrina and I hate it. So, when some joker told me I had all the morals of an alley cat, I liked that. And I figured Cat was a lot more descriptive anyway."
"Hope you don't mind my asking."
"Why? Look, honey, you're going to have to learn some ground rules around here. If you ask, you will probably get answered. You might not like the answer, so be careful what you ask. And if someone doesn't want to let you know something, you'll find out in no uncertain terms.
They'll just tell you to fuck off."
"Oh."
"Oh, indeed. Now look. You need some lessons in how to cope with this place. Your old man's too busy right now. Besides, he still doesn't know a damn thing about you out there hustling. And after today, I don't think any of us would really want to tell him."
"No," agreed Susan, "I sure as hell wouldn't want to tell him. He'd probably do something like blow the guy away."
"If that motherfucker was lucky, that's what your father would do. I know Don. He'd torture that bozo and then do him in. He's that much whacked out over you, honey. And I can see why. So look, why don't I show you the ropes?"
"You mean it?"
"You need help if you're gonna stick around here. And I'm the best there is. In everything."
Susan thought of the woman's tongue stroking back and forth in her cunt.
How she was able to bring her off just licking along her pussy. She could easily believe the woman was the best!
CHAPTER FIVE
"So don't chop at the ball like that. Make it a smooth stroke like this." Cat showed Susan what she meant. "Make it just like you'd want a guy stuffing his cock into you."
"What?"
"Make each stroke just like you'd want a guy fucking you. Nothing short and choppy. Long and smooth and powerful. And right on target. It wouldn't be any good if the guy missed your sweet little cunt, would it?"
"No, I don't guess so."
"So you want to pretend you're making love with the cue ball. And this is your prick." She tapped the pool cue on the side of the table. "You stroke easily and all the balls dance around just right."
"Okay. Let me try it."
Cat made a face. But she had to admit Susan was improving. There probably weren't a half-dozen regular customers who could beat her now.
And those were regular guys. None of the kinky stuff. Cat sighed when she thought about the guy in black.
She wished she could have gotten him instead of Susan. It had been a long time since a guy had really made her feel like a total woman. And that rough stuff was what she liked every now and then. Don was almost too much of a gentleman to rough her up like she needed.
On impulse, Cat asked, "You know why the pool table's green, don't you?"
"Huh? No. I never thought about it."
"You'd be green too if you had your balls knocked around with a stick."
Susan laughed, then said, "I thought maybe it had something to do with having eight complete sets in one tiny pocket."
"You're ready to go out and meet the public. I can tell. But, say, what happens if a guy does beat you? I mean at pool?"
Susan swallowed and thought about the man in black silk. She wouldn't want to repeat that scene – ever. But what about just some straight fucking? What would she do if she lost? Would she mind sucking a guy off? Would she care if they did fuck?
"I guess it's sort of like riding a horse. Get thrown, climb back on again as soon as you can."
"Never having ridden a horse, I don't know. Well…" she paused. "I take that back. Fucking Don is a lot like riding a stallion. The cock that man's got is simply fantastic!"
"Cat! You're making me jealous," Susan teased. But she was thinking. Cat had been around. She had seen the best and still she bragged on Don a lot. Susan could tell it wasn't simply because he was her father. Cat meant what she said.
What would it be like being screwed by her father? The idea sent little tremors up and down her spine. She felt both icy and hot at the thought.