"Holy cow!" Catherine exclaimed, her eyes traveling swiftly and meaningfully over Leslie's half-naked body, lingering on her sloping breasts, falling down to stare at her mound of rich, curly pussy hair. "You look just delicious, honey!"
"Thank you."
"I mean it!"
"I know you do."
"I really do. Delicious. Yummy… yummy, I mean."
Leslie showed Catherine around the new apartment.
"It's dreamy, honey," Catherine smiled. "It's a real love nest!"
"Wait till I tell you… just wait!" Leslie cried, and it seemed as natural as apple pie that the two young girls should embrace. "Oh, do you smell delicious!"
Leslie held Catherine close. Then they kissed and the kiss ignited wild fires in both their young bodies. "Gosh… wow!"
"What can I put on that's sexy?" Catherine asked.
In Leslie's room, Catherine climbed out of her faded jeans. She took off her tailored shirt. "Take off your bra, darling," said Leslie.
"I know. Isn't it stupid? But Mom would fry me in oil if I went out of the house without one. She's so strict with me, she's impossible!"
Leslie gasped when she saw Catherine's naked breasts. They were so full and ripe, a bit larger than her own. Her nipples were brown and very tiny. She had a small birthmark on the sloping curve of her right breast. Leslie bent her head and kissed it. "Wow…wow! Wow!"
"Why don't you just put the shirt back on? Leave it open, okay? That's really sexy," Leslie giggled, sitting back on the bed, one knee raised, her pussy hair shining through the sheer nylon panties that hugged her crotch so intimately.
"I can't take my eyes off you, honey," Catherine sighed. "You're so beautiful!"
"And so are you."
"Not half as you…"
Wearing only the shirt, barefoot as was Leslie, the two of them went into the kitchen for a cigarette. Leslie opened another bottle of wine, struggling with the corkscrew.
They sat next to each other at the kitchen table. Here Leslie began her story of what had happened between she and her father. During the accounting, Catherine was stroking her own breasts, squeezing her nipples as she listened, her lips parted as Leslie described sucking Jimbo's cock.
"It's out of sight! Out of sight!" Catherine gasped.
As the wine began to take hold of the two delicious females, they felt their passion arising. Especially Leslie. She now sat closer to Catherine, her arm around the smaller girl's shoulder, their faces close.
"This is how I sucked his hot prick," Leslie said. She bent her head. She opened Catherine's shirt, exposing her snowy breasts. She licked her brown nipple, then swallowed it into her mouth, billowing her cheeks. She squeezed Catherine's exquisite breast and lapped the nipple rapidly.
"Like this… you like it… what I'm doing?"
"Oh, wow! I love it! Don't stop! Ohoooooo, I love your tongue! It's mad! Out of sight! Lick it. Yessss, lick and suck it… oh… GOD!"
Leslie raised her head. She petted Catherine's saliva-coated breast, teasing her nipple. "Let's go into the bedroom, honey. I'm horny… horny for you. Oh, am I!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Leslie threw herself down on the bed. She felt warm and cuddly. She could feel her delicious young breasts swelling. Her nipples were tingling. She moved over and made room for Catherine Dorchester.
"Oh, you smell so good!" Catherine exclaimed, putting her arms in back of her neck, stretching, her shirt opening all the way, exposing her naked breasts. She raised up her knees, then stretched again. This exercise had the effect of opening the bottom tails of the long shirt and revealing her soft, brown pussy hair, her lovely naked thighs.
"And you look good enough to eat," Leslie said, raising up on one elbow, her eyes caressing Catherine's glowing nakedness from her neck to her conical breasts, then lower, over her soft belly, circling around and then studying her beautifully defined patch of pussy hair growing so abundantly between her open thighs.
"So, know tell me all about it… everything… leave nothing out, honey," Catherine sighed, turning on her side to face Leslie.
"Well," Leslie began, and soon her fingers were caressing Catherine's bare titties as she talked on and on about she and her father, how he had gone down on her pussy, how thrilling it had been when he sucked on her exposed asshole. She told her how she had come and how his tongue whipped and teased, how his fingers probed and how he had sucked on her breasts until she was going insane with passion, one violent orgasm alter another sweeping over her trembling frame.
As she kept talking, Catherine had slid down lower on the bed. She had one hand inside Leslie's sheer nylon panties. Her fingers were curling Leslie's rich pussy hair. One finger would glide between Leslie's moist pussy lips and she would moan and open her thighs wider. Once Catherine slid a finger up in deep and Leslie screamed.
"Oh, honey… ohooooooooo, honey!"
Another time, and this happened while Leslie was spelling out the details of how her father had first licked her quivering pussy, Catherine was nursing on her breasts. Her lips covered the erect nipples, her teeth nibbling. Then her mouth opened really wide and Catherine swallowed her soft, snowy white breast. Leslie interrupted her story. She suddenly sat back. Then kneeling, she slipped her panties down to her knees.
"Oh, how beautiful!" Catherine had exclaimed.
Then Leslie crawled over Catherine and sat her bare buttocks down on Catherine's naked belly. Leslie began wiggling sensually, guiding Catherine's hands up so they could grasp her bouncing breasts, so Catherine's fingers could pinch and tease and squeeze her luscious flesh. She raised up and down slowly, loving the smacking noise of her naked buttocks as they struck Catherine's bare belly, and then up higher, on her breasts. As Leslie shifted up, higher and then higher until her gaping pussy was almost touching Catherine's chin, Catherine was still fondling and stroking Leslie's jiggling titties.
"This is just like riding a horse, honey," Leslie sighed, her breath coming faster. She loved the naked sensations, the smacking sound when her buttocks would smash down, and the tickling sensation when Catherine's pointy nipple would stab into her buttocks or the inside of her white thighs when Leslie would open her thighs wide and then place her hot, dampening pussy right over one of Catherine's breasts. She would squirm and ride on it vigorously, her cream coating the silky flesh of Catherine's breast, making her nipple glisten.
"Honey, stop a minute," said Catherine breathlessly. "Honey, kneel up just a bit higher yes, put your pussy right over my chin… oh, how lovely you smell, Leslie. I love how you smell, and your pussy's so pretty, so pink and fresh looking… oh, how pretty!" she sighed.
Then, before Leslie could react, Catherine plunged her open mouth right onto Leslie's hot crotch.
"Ohoooooo, Catherinnnnnneeeee, ohooooooo, yessssss, my oh my… my ohhhhhho!"
Catherine's eyes were dancing in her head. She used her tongue. She pointed it. She dived it between the luscious, moist pussy lips. They felt smooth on her darting tongue.
She used her lips. She kissed and licked. Then she opened her mouth really wide. Grasping Leslie by her hips, she pulled her crotch toward her perspiring face. She began to shove Leslie forward and backward gently, then more quickly as her tongue flashed and penetrated.
"Is this how he did it, honey… is this… is this how… he sucked your… your sweet pussy? Is this how… he jammed his tongue in? Ohooooooo, tell me… tell me, Leslie. Reach in back and stick your fingers up into me while while I suck you the way he… the way he sucked your cunt… ohoooooo, yessssssss. yessssssssss in deeper…put your fingers up harder… up deeper!!Oh my God, wiggle them, Leslie! Wiggle wig… wig… give it to me, Leslie, oh… wow… oh wow!"