"I know, and I really appreciate it."
"Do you? How much?" Casually she reached over, and placed her hand under Melissa's tit. She held it a moment, bouncing the pendulous globe in her hand as if to test its weight.
For once Melissa was caught by surprise. She cursed Duane for not having prepared her as her mind jumped between revulsion and sexual excitement. She might even have left had the thought of fucking up another of Murdock's schemes not suddenly pushed her past any resistance to this new experience.
"It's hard to say. Perhaps I can show you how much."
With this assurance, Glenda quickly rose and threw open her robe. The garment slithered from her mature, shapely body to fall in a pile at her ankles. With a quick kick she flipped it across the room, and sat back down beside Melissa.
"Melissa, am I beautiful to you?" she asked, spreading her thighs to give Melissa a better look at the thin, smooth slit, barely hidden by the band of her panties.
"Yes, you are beautiful. Very beautiful."
Melissa could see the thrill in the woman's eyes as Glenda lifted the soft, bulging mounds of her butt-cheeks from the sofa. Gripping the fabric with her fingers, she slowly and provocatively peeled her panties down over her fleshy thighs. Her legs lifted high in the air, exposing her busy red beaver as the garment cleared the final barrier of her delicate foot, and landed behind the sofa.
She then inched in back of herself, and unhooked her bra. She pulled the cups away, freeing the enormous globes of her mature tits. Without support they sagged only slightly, the twin dark circles of her nipples standing out proudly from their jutting peaks.
Melissa's hands began wandering over her own jugs sympathetically as she saw the older woman wet the tip of a finger and rub it lovingly around the taut pinnacles of her large, full tits, recoiling sensually from her own touch.
Melissa now looked down between Glenda's parted thighs. She felt as though she should be ashamed for gazing so openly at her wanton cunt, but instead of shame, she felt a feeling of warmth and desire. An odd, gnawing passion was beginning to overtake her.
Glenda could sense the turmoil, and knew that the younger girl liked what she saw. She responded with a wider spread to her legs that left an unobstructed view of her heated, trembling cunt-lips.
The inner walls of her pink snatch were now completely open to Melissa's eager eyes. There was a thin line of moisture along the rim of her parted gash, a narrow trail of warm pussy juice flowing along the puffy furrow of the woman's cunt.
"It's beautiful. I've never had it before, and I want it," Melissa said, almost hating to admit that looking up the woman's juicy pussy was turning her on like nothing had before.
The joy spread across Glenda's face. The moist tip of her tongue sneaked out to wet the slightly parted lips, rolling slowly back and forth as the tempo of her breathing now increased.
"Do you want me to eat you?" she asked, her tongue working to tempt the girl. "Do you want to feel my tongue in your cunt? Tasting you, sucking you, eating you?"
"Yes… I think… Yes, I do. Yes!" Melissa cried. The passion of Glenda's wards, and the boldness of her gesture combined to trigger the flow of hot juices into her slit.
The older woman quickly rose to her knees and removed Melissa's dress. She tossed it aside, and stared wide-eyed at the braless perfection of Melissa's vulnerable boobs. Her body was overwhelmed with an insane lust and need as the sight of the young girl's proudly erect nipples stood like a vision before her.
"My God! I've never seen anything so beautiful," she gasped, her hands reaching to touch them. The expert fingers moved haltingly, almost unbelieving, and closed their grasp around the perfect jugs. She applied just the right amount of kneading pressure, her firm caress bringing groans of pleasure from Melissa's throat.
It was obvious to Melissa that this woman knew all there was to know about pleasing another woman, and she willingly responded as their lips met in a tender kiss. The pressure was gentle, the tongue probing sensually, circling the wet, warm chasm of her mouth in long sweeping arcs.
Glenda's hands were working, too. One hand continued rolling her nipple with steady twists of her thumb and forefinger while the other traveled her body. The roving hand glided lightly over every twist and indentation of her flesh, sending chill after chili rippling through her, before finally coming to rest in the soaking valley of her cunt.
Melissa was going crazy with delight. This woman was overwhelming her with her approach, so totally new, so totally feminine, so full of the tenderness and stimulation that only a woman could give another woman.
"Take me, Glenda," she whispered. "Teach me! Show me how to make love to you. Show me how a woman makes love to a woman."
"I will. I'll show you. It'll be wonderful for you. I'll show you parts of you no man knows about."
Melissa succumbed to the delirium of her releasing sexual passion. She tore the panties from her body, and stretched out on her back, opening the way for Glenda's fingers to trail the length of her dripping pink slit from clitoris to asshole.
Up and down the hand went, long nails softly scratching at the groping hairy walls as they gaped open. Jolts of passion coursed through Melissa's body as the knowing fingers would skim along, tickling the tiny hairs of her bunt, and then on to prod the pleading bulge of her love-button.
Glenda's head now moved over her heaving jugs, her tongue circling the underside of the barely flattened melons, and then climbing the soft curve to lick at the straining posts of her nipples.
Suddenly Melissa felt the lips of her tender pussy being pried skillfully apart. She groaned aloud as the hot tongue started downward, pulling across her belly, warming every inch of her flesh before landing in the hairy mound of her cunt.
"Is it good, my dear? Is my tongue good in your pussy?"
"Yes, Glenda. Give it to me. Taste me! Suck me!"
Two fingers entered her cunt and massaged the slick inner walls, only to be replaced by the woman's tongue. Melissa's muscles throbbed as the wet licker went foraging in and out of her hungry slit like a man's hard cock.
Her head rolled back and forth with the mounting gyrations of her body. Glenda's fingers were pressing frantically against the slippery bud of her clit, her tongue pounding the inner walls of her twat.
"Shit, yes!" she chanted, thrusting her cunt up to the woman's eager lips. "Fuck me, Glenda! Suck me dry! Tongue-fuck me till I can't take any more! Harder! Now… yes! Faster!"
She reached down, and gapped the woman's hair, pulling her wet face into the soaking mass of her cunt. Urgently, she thrust her pussy upward with her hips, telling Glenda by her actions that she wanted her to take more of her cunt, wanted her whole face inside her snatch.
The young girl's legs were spread as wide as they would go, her hips bucking frantically as the searing heat of her orgasm began running out from her churning thighs. On and on Glenda's tongue ran, digging, scooping, thrilling to the tangy taste of her cunt-sauce.
And then it came.
It exploded like a volcano, soaring through every pore in the heated inner walls of her pussy. Her body jerked wildly as Glenda moved her tongue up to flick unceasingly at the hard knob of her clit.
There was nothing quick about it. It seemed to hang forever, the older woman holding her right on the peak of passion, causing unending eruptions to spill load after load of cunt juice from her steaming gash.
"Oh, God! It's too good to be true!" Melissa cried. "It's never going to stop! Oh, shit! Goddddd!"
And still it came.
Melissa was bathing in the glorious insanity of her passion. Filled with the thrill of cunt-lust, she swung herself up and around the sofa until her face was poised above Glenda's soaking thighs, her hard breath blowing at the tiny pussy hairs.