The two inexperienced lesbians soon became quite adept at pleasing each other. They sucked, licked, kissed, tongued and fingered. They fondled each other's solid tits and stroked each other on the ass cheeks.
Jennie felt herself melting into a hot, creamy pool of passion. She stared lovingly at the hot cunt she was sucking. Moving quickly down with both hands, she spread the lips of the girl's pussy and gently blew a slow stream of air into it through her pursed lips. The sensation almost drove Trixie insane. She surged her hips and pelvis upward.
"Oh, please, please, Jen, eat me! Lick and suck my cunt harder!"
Jennie dipped her head between Trixie's gyrating thighs and lashed the tip of her tongue out to the struggling girl's cunt.
Trixie exploded again on touch, writhing in a frenzy of ecstatic, shattering spasms. She dipped her own head forward and sucked in the huge clit that Jennie offered her. Gulping it between her eager lips, Trixie sucked hard, letting her tongue tease the same way her friend was doing.
Jennie jerked hard, moaned, then increased her own efforts even more, soon sending the willing girl over the crest of still another vibrating climax.
Now both were locked together, sampling and savoring each other's cunt with abandon. Trixie spread her legs as far as possible, eager not to miss any of the exciting experience. Jennie likewise had her long, lovely legs parted, and was thrusting herself hard toward the mouth of her beautiful friend.
Together, the two accomplished repeated spiraling, shattering climaxes that left their bodies damp and exhausted. After nearly an hour of this exquisite torture, Trixie could stand no more.
She gasped, "Oohhh, please, no more! I can't take any more!"
Jennie, equally exhausted, reluctantly licking Trixie's sweet cunt a few last, lingering kisses, letting her tongue settle delicately on the protruding and quivering clit. Quickly running the pointed tip of her tongue over the rim and outer lips of her pussy, she raised her head and gazed happily at her friend.
"Trixie, you are fantastic!" she smiled. "Now you rest a little bit while I call Moss at the office. I want him to line up our donation to the new group for the weekend!"
"Then what?" Trixie asked.
"Then I'll be back to fuck you with my new dildo – the one Moss bought me for my birthday. You'll love it! The damn thing's three inches thick and a foot long!"
Jo Ann hummed softly as she walked along the hall toward Moss Davis' office. His wife had called and wanted him to call her back right away. He hadn't answered his intercom, so Jo Ann had decided to personally take him the message.
She was happy. It was truly a beautiful morning. She and Paul had fucked twice more that morning before she left for work. His youthful cum was still sloshing around deep inside her cunt, and she felt as though a cloud had been lifted from her mind and a weight was gone from her shoulders.
Her whole outlook on life, and on sex, had suddenly changed. Driving to work, she had realized that it couldn't last forever with Paul. He would eventually want to find younger girls, girls his own age. But, if he found the right girl? Well, who knew, maybe it could go on forever!
And even if it didn't, she found herself looking differently at the men in the office, wondering about them weighing each of them as potential lovers. Jo Ann was not only over the fear of sex, she found herself openly looking for it.
Consequently, when she walked into Moss Davis' small office, sex was uppermost in her mind.
Moss was taking a leak. He hadn't expected anyone, so he hadn't closed the door to his tiny restroom. But he was only mildly surprised when he looked up and saw Jo Ann Henderson staring at his cock as he shook it down.
"Like what you see, Jo Ann?" he said, smiling and beginning to stroke his prick instead of shaking it.
"Weil, you've seen one, you've seen 'em all," she said, then turned back toward the outer door. "Your wife wants you to call her, Mr. Davis. She says it's important."
"You're a beautiful woman, Jo Ann," Moss said, coming up behind her and grasping her arm. "It's a shame you're not enjoying all that fantastic body of yours."
Jo Ann smiled to herself. She really had changed. It was downright amusing how brazen she had suddenly become. She turned and faced him, noticing that his cock was now hard and jutting like a pole from his open fly.
"Who says I'm not enjoying it?"
"Well, as far as I can see, you never have any dates. You never go out, or anything."
Jo Ann smiled again. "Maybe I don't have to go out to have my fun."
"As you can see, you've got me plenty hot."
"How do you know I won't scream rape and go running down the hall?"
"I know," Moss said evenly. "I know because of the way you're looking at my cock."
He was right. She had been staring intently at his huge hunk of meat, gauging how far up in her pussy it would go, and how much pleasure it could give her. Now she had given herself away and Moss Davis planned on taking advantage of it. He reached up with both his hands and cupped her huge tits.
"Don't do that," Jo Ann said, pushing his hands away but not moving her body any from him.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like it."
"Bullshit."
He grasped the warm flesh of her big tits more firmly. Jo Ann closed her eyes as he massaged the huge globes. Her brain said no, but her body was going wild from his touch.
"Jesus, my cock hurts, Jo Ann," he breathed. "It hurts real bad."
"Stop, Mr. Davis… please, stop!"
But instead of stopping, he released her tits and ran his hands down over the flat of her belly. Then, before she could stop him, his hand was under her skirt, his fingers pulling her panties aside to expose her pussy.
He combed his fingers through the thick fleece of her cunt hair and kept going until two fingers had parted the top of her oozing slit.
Jo Ann squealed when his finger touched her clit. "No… oh God, not here!"
He touched the little nub of hot flesh and brought another cry from her lips. Suddenly be felt hot pussy juice pooling around his probing finger. There was no doubt in his mind now that she liked what he was doing.
He slid his exploring finger farther between her soft thighs and found her slick lips, plump and hot and wet. It wasn't hard for him to find her hole. It opened eagerly at his touch. His finger slid easily into the slick valley, up into her hot hole.
Jo Ann moaned like a bitch in heat. His finger felt so good to her. He began to inch farther and farther into her cunt. A flood of pussy juice poured out to soak the palm of his hand. She staggered back against the desk, trembling too much to trust her legs.
Moss moved along with her, keeping his finger lodged in her steaming pussy. He came to rest with his face pressed against her firm tits. On impulse, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tease her erect pink nipples through her blouse.
Jo Ann had to stop him. She knew if she let it go any further, she would let him fuck her. And that couldn't be. Even with her new sexual awakening, she knew she couldn't live with herself if she fucked on just impulse.
Or could she?
"Moss?"
"Yeah?"
"You're married… what if I tell your wife?"
Moss threw back his head and laughed. "She'd probably want to join us!"
That shocked Jo Ann, but the full import of it didn't hit her. "Look," she said, trying another tack, "I'll tell you what. If you wait, I'll meet you after work. We can go to a hotel and fuck."
"You got a deal, baby," he smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Milt Harris steered the car with one baud and rubbed his swollen cock with the other. Beads of sweat flecked his brow in anticipation.
"You're sweating, honey," Trixie said from the seat beside him.
"I know," Milt replied. "Just thinking about getting my cock in little Gloria's pussy is driving me wild!"