"Do you ever pick out pictures in the flames?" she asked the younger woman.
"Oh yes… I see many things there." Jean did not protest when Eileen filled up her wine glass. She sipped thoughtfully. Eileen worried that she might be slipping into a wine-induced depression. She worked quickly to seize the blonde's attention before she started to dwell on Todd and her shaken marriage.
"I see sexy pictures in there. That's just me, I guess. One-track mind!" She giggled and took a drink of wine. Jean had moved a little closer to her. She could smell her perfume. Her thigh rubbed slightly against her forearm. Her hot young pussy was only a hand's length away, under her long cotton skirt. Eileen's courage was fast catching up with her desire.
Jean sounded interested, "Like what? What do you see?"
"I see two figures writhing around desperately."
To her amazement, she found that she liked what was being done to her. She liked the forbidden excitement of feeling a woman's mouth grappling with her own. Her cunt throbbed at the taunting stimulation of Eileen's tongue jabbing deep into her throat. Though she still felt intimidated by the sheer perversion of what was going on, she found herself thrusting her own tongue out a little way. She was seeking out the lurid passion that Eileen was offering her. Her trembling body was hungry for this hard tender passion from the woman who was her oldest and dearest friend, who was in fact the person who cared more for her than anyone in the world.
"Hhhhhhhnnnhhh…!" Her tongue grew downright bold in pursuit of Eileen's lusty probes. The combination of the many glasses of wine she had drunk, and the erotic stimulus she had enjoyed with Randy earlier in the day, made her feel intensely self-indulgent.
What they were doing was wrong, so her moral teaching had taught her. But it couldn't be any more wrong than, the shameless way she had arranged the rendezvous with that pretty teen this morning! Why make distinctions between one depravity and another? Both circumstances had something compelling in common: they both made her feel wonderful… so good she did not have the heart to stop before she got in deeper.
Her relationship with Randy had proved to be the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.
She could feel Jean growing more and more aroused. At last she felt secure that the blonde too wanted this passion to continue. She dared to break her mouth free of their long tongue-duel. She looked into Jean's flushed face and smiled. "You're so beautiful, Jean. You feel so good. I want to make love to you so much!"
Jean's eyes were bright with wine and arousal. She looked overwhelmed. She had trouble finding her words. "I trust you, Eileen."
That was all the older woman needed to hear. She felt she had just been given carte blanche to investigate the lush treasures of her stunned girlfriend. The flush on Jean's face made her very appealing to Eileen. The brunette felt herself overwhelmed with a lusty desire to shower her friend with pleasure. She wanted to make this evening so good for Jean… for both of them, for whatever pleased the shy younger woman would please her. She wanted to make up for the wrong that Jean's two-timing husband had done her.
Her hands trembled as she pushed up Jean's white blouse. She gazed first at the smooth white orbs with their border of tan. Then she looked back up at Jean. The younger woman seemed to be holding her breath in expectation of what would happen next.
Eileen felt the juices gush from her pussy as her fingers pulled aside the strip of material and gave her first close-up view of Jean's pink glistening gash. The sight drew her like a magnet. Her fingers fondled the kinky thatch of Jean's cunt-hair, then they poked at the soft spongy flesh of her cunt.
"Uuuuhhhh!" Jean sighed and opened her thighs wider. Her buttocks humped upward off the couch. Her pussy was wriggling in search of that finger gave her something better.
Her tongue reached for the alluring wet place that was the opening to Jean's cunt. She stabbed her tongue as far up inside as she could get it. Her senses were filled with the flavor of Jean's juices. The taste intoxicated the older woman. Her tongue delved up inside again and again, lapping up the tangy lubrication as quickly as Jean's glands produced it. "Mmmmmm!" Though she had so looked forward to this moment, Eileen had had some qualms about whether she would like the taste of pussy. She was delighted to find it was the most erotic potion she had ever savored!
Though she had had nagging doubts about what they were doing when Eileen had first started to kiss her, the father the older woman led her into pleasure, the happier Jean was with her decision to go along. Though her husband had kissed her and sucked her nipples and eaten her pussy, there was something different about the way Eileen did it.
But first there was that obstacle to be gotten rid of. She was tired of holding the panty crotch hand aside. She wanted free access to the gleaming sex-slit of Jean's cunt. Her pussy tingling with exultant power, Eileen took firm hold of the flimsy material and pulled on it. She ripped Jean's panties open. The juices flowed from her cunt. She had laid bold brutal claim to the prize she craved by tearing to get it. The sight of the tattered cloth made her hungry. Her mouth reached for satisfaction. Her tongue struck Jean's clitoris and swung round and round in bold enticing circles.
"Aaaiiieeee! Oh yes, do it like that!" At first Jean had been startled by the raw lust that had made Eileen tear, her panties. Then she became feverish with passion at the thought that her girlfriend wanted her that much. Feeling more abandoned, more lewd than she ever had before, she raised her feet onto the couch and pulled them back against her thighs.
There! Now Eileen really had all of her!
But as her girlfriend slaved devotedly over her steaming twat, Jean realized it was not enough! She wanted to give as well as receive! She wanted to show her gratitude to her hard-working lover in the most depraved way possible.
She wanted to eat Eileen's pussy while Eileen ate hers!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eileen was overwhelmed by Jean's total surrender to passion as the younger woman raised her legs and spread her pussy lewdly wide. The open cunt with its kinky blonde top-knot was a feast fit for a king… or a queen. Eileen licked greedily, all the way up from Jean's asshole to her clit making the moans break more and more frequently from her throat. Her own cunt throbbed in longing, but Eileen had little time to spend thinking about it. She was realizing a dream. If a little frustration was the price she had to pay, then so be it.
But Jean had another surprise for her girlfriend. Eileen felt the other woman's hand, on her shoulder. She looked up. "I want to do it to you too. Please. It's not fair to just take. I want to eat your pussy, Eileen darling."
The words were uttered a little thickly, but Eileen thought they were the most beautiful words she had ever heard. Though she was reluctant to give up the hot pussy before, her even for a moment, she let Jean take her hand and guide her to her bedroom. Already the younger woman was becoming an active participant in their shared depravity. Eileen would have to be quick if she wanted to remain in charge. It was the older woman's instinct always to be in charge.
She pushed Jean gently but firmly onto her back on the bed and pulled off her clothes. When Jean tried to help her remove her own garments, she shook her head and ginned. "Just watch me." One by one, she threw her clothes aside, wriggling provocatively, posing for Jean's appraisal as she progressed to total nakedness. It pleased her to see the sparkling excitement in Jean's eyes as she stared at her firm round breasts and the shocking black tendrils of her pussy-hair. "Well?" she demanded.
Jean squirmed anxiously on the bed. Her obvious arousal made Eileen's cunt hot. "Please, come here! Oh Eileen, you're so beautiful!"