"Jesus," she said, crawling to her feet, "this is turning into one hell of a day." She looked at the woman, then pulled her inside and closed the door. "Now, just who the hell are you, and why did you slap the shit out of me?"
CHAPTER SIX
The woman gave Sara a tearful look and sobbed out one word.
"Greg," she said, then closed her eyes. "Come on, sit down," Sara said, taking the woman by the arm. "Tell me what happened." She led the woman to a chair and poured her a glass of champagne. "Here, drink this," she instructed.
She drained the glass, and Sara filled it once more. After pouring herself a drink, Sara sat back in the other chair and looked at the woman.
Although her face was smudged with mascara and her eyes were red, Sara was captivated by the woman's beauty – milky smooth skin, framed by a head of almost blue-black hair. Although rather short, she was nonetheless well-shaped and stunningly attractive. Her eyes, almond-shaped, were large and blue, her sensuous lips curved pertly. No small wonder Greg had found her to be desirable. Strangely enough, she didn't feel the slightest pang of jealousy.
"I'm Sara," Sara said. "What's your name?"
"Brenda," the woman answered, her voice a little more relaxed after the second glass of champagne. "Brenda Macintosh."
Sara dropped her eyes to Brenda's small hands, then touched her own cheek. As she felt the sting from the slap, she became curiously excited. She had never before looked at a woman except as a competitor, but now her mind was reeling with strange thoughts. She wondered what the woman would look like nude, those firm, jutting tits hanging over her dark silky crotch.
A tremor stuck in her voice as she spoke: "It seems we've both been kicked out," she said. Before the girl's surprised reaction could fully register, Sara went on. "Where do we go from here? Two ex-secretaries…"
"I don't know," Brenda said, shaking her head. "I'm… I'm just so… tired."
Sara's thoughts about the lovely young woman were becoming frightening. Something about her was so vulnerable, so fragile. She stood up and took Brenda's hand.
Brenda offered no resistance and allowed herself to be led toward the bed. As she lay back on the soft covers, still askew and damp from lovemaking, Sara tried half-heartedly to fight the temptation to pull the girl into her arms and [missing text].
"Oh, Brenda, I'm… I'm sorry," she whispered softly, touching the girl's face. "I didn't want to hurt you. I… didn't want… don't want… don't."
Before she could analyze the situation further, she found herself lying on top of Brenda, spreading the woman's thighs with her knees. She locked her mouth around the woman's lips and dug her tongue inside, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the woman's hair, her mouth, her perfumed flesh. Their breasts crushed together, their cunts molding themselves to each other's.
"Yes!" Brenda moaned, herself not knowing exactly what was happening, but enjoying it like nothing ever before. "Yes!" she said again, answering demands from both their minds.
Sara felt a sense of urgency. If she didn't go with it quickly, the mood would be lost. Quickly she undressed the other woman and pulled off her own negligee. Now, cradled in each other's arms, they stroked with exploring fingers, their mouths burning with growing desire.
"You're so beautiful," Sara murmured, trailing her lips down to the hollow of Brenda's soft throat.
When she nibbled the delicate flesh, she could feel the woman's taut nipples dig into her own throat. Slowly she lowered her mouth and brushed her lips over the deliciously warm mounds.
"I… I want you!" she gasped, then pulled one rubbery nipple between her lips.
"I want you, too!" Brenda groaned, arching her back. Her pussy was boiling, becoming so demanding she thought it would explode. She finally gasped out, naming her lust: "Lick my pussy!" she begged. "God, eat me!"
Sara felt as if she were in a dream. Sex had never been like this – so soft, so delicate. The hunger was there, of course, but it was tempted by a feeling she couldn't name. She ran her tongue around the silky-texture of the woman's tits with her eyes closed, her head being drawn by some magnetic-like force. A couple of seconds later, her chin was wet as it brushed into Brenda's soft furry patch of cunt hair. She could feel Brenda's clit throb like a heartbeat, vibrating just under her lower lip.
"God!" she groaned, nuzzling her face fully between Brenda's thighs, rubbing her nose up and down the steamy slit, "Now I know why men love this so much."
For a few moments she simply looked at Brenda's pussy, noting the dark reddish opening, the sweet-smelling drops of juice that oozed out, glistening in her ebony hairs. She placed her thumbs on either side of the opening and pulled the loose folds of skin apart. Brenda's rubbery, purplish clit came into view, standing at the top of the woman's hole like a tiny cock. Pursing her lips, she encircled the projection and bit down gently.
For Brenda, the sensation was electric, immediate.
"God!" she streamed, bending her knees and sitting up slightly. She grabbed the back of Sara's head and pulled her face harder into her crotch. "Suck… eat me!" she gasped.
Sara inhaled deeply and stuck her tongue out. With one slow thrusting movement, she pressed forward, sliding inside the hot sticky hole. A firm spasming tunnel of muscle gripped her like a greasy fist, sucking her harder, pulling her tongue deeper inside. The contractions of the woman's cunt were so violent, far a second Sara thought her tongue would be ripped right out of her mouth. A spasm of pain shot down her throat as she pulled back.
"Don't stop!" Brenda urged, humping her hips upward, gobbling Sara's tongue back inside her churning cunt. "God, don't ever stop! It feels like… oh God, just don't stop!"
Sara began working her tongue in and out with flickering moves – like an angry snake – until her mouth, nose and chin were completely oiled from Brenda's streaming juices. The heat from this delicious-tasting fluid seemed to soak right into her cunt. She felt an ache, a raw hungry sensation up and down the length of her pussy canal. A sudden desire to have a cock inside her while she ate Brenda's pussy became almost overwhelming. The ripples that churned in her pussy now became hot, spasming throbs.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her voice vibrating into the slick recesses of the other woman's cunt.
"Yes! I'm… oh God, I'm… unhhh!" Brenda babbled, her body flinching with a violent release.
The pleasure was almost painful as wave after wave of ecstasy drilled wildly into her hole. "Eat… unhhhhh! Eat…unhhh!" she begged, then her voice trailed off as she peaked.
Brenda's orgasm was so powerful, Sara could almost imagine her entire head being sucked into the vacuum of the woman's cunt. She bit and licked furiously, trying desperately to give the brunette greater pleasure. But she found that in doing so, her own climax was beginning to build.
Then it hit her savagely.
A blasting explosion hammered into her guts, blowing up and down her cunt canal. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the ache, but it only made the hunger worse.
"I need it, too!" she screamed. "Eat me!"
Without moving her face from Brenda's pussy, she turned her body, her head toward the foot of the bed. Throwing her legs around the other girl's shoulders, she sat down, squirming – her crotch over Brenda's parted lips. When she felt an eager tongue pierce her cunt, she lifted her face a couple of inches and grunted loudly, her climax renewing itself, but this time more satisfying.
"Suck me! Goddamn you, eat me alive!" she bellowed, then tore back into Brenda's cunt with savage fury.
As the women climaxed again and again they began writhing around like animals. Each tongue thrust brought more ecstasy, each touch was almost shocking. And for what seemed an eternity, they remained this way – sharing, giving, taking, until their pleasures subsided to gentle, tickling throbs.