Melissa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Sheila to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Melissa opened Sheila’s snatch and started to lick her way in and out, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I’m not the first cooze she’s eaten, Sheila told herself. How many others had there been? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea of other women having known Melissa, of that sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women’s cunts. But I had her now, Sheila thought, taking a death grip on Melissa’s ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I’m not going to let her go! Not until I’m good and ready. And I may never be that ready.
Fingers stabbed into Sheila, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Sheila rationalized, I don’t have to educate her, the way I did with Lucy and Janice. We’re not starting from scratch. We’re equals, in a way, this young girl and I. And the best way to prove we’re equals, the best way to show her I know what I’m doing too, is…
Her tongue raced up into Melissa’s rippling snatch and she felt the eager play of muscles inside the sweet-scented pussy. Hot drippings smeared her face, coated her raging tongue. Melissa’s clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Sheila had ever seen, a thrill to behold, a treat to suck, a privilege to make love to. She washed it with her tongue and she sucked it and she loved it, and she felt Melissa’s excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Melissa and wettened the ball of Sheila’s chin. Reluctantly she left off clit sucking and scooped low with her tongue, hungry for those juices. She drank them avidly and her tongue worked inside, lapping up still more and more and more of Melissa’s come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Melissa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Sheila could easily drown. But what a way to die!
Had Melissa really seen her last night? Had Melissa been aware of Sheila’s desire from the moment of their first meeting? It seemed incredible, almost impossible to believe, but it had to be true. And had she come up here today only to watch Sheila paint, or had she come up here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Melissa’s, right from the start. In all her other relationships Sheila had made the first move. Maybe this indicated that her luck was beginning to change? God, she hoped so! If anyone needed a change of luck…
But it would not be. Even as she drank the flowing honey of Melissa’s twat, Sheila knew that it was hopeless. In its way, it was worse than the passion she’d been nursing since last evening. She was getting Melissa, sure, but what was she getting? Melissa was Lou’s girl. This could be nothing more than a one-afternoon-stand, to turn a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour’s passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Sheila’s heart began to deflate. There was a God and he was punishing her in the most vindictive fashion possible. He was giving her a taste of paradise, but he would also take it away and she could only hunger and pine for all time to come, aching for one more sip of the manna that dripped, not from heaven, but from something much better—the crack of Melissa’s pink petaled pussy.
Sheila grabbed the blonde girl’s lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Melissa’s cooze as if pussy were going out of style tomorrow and she needed to get more than her greedy share today.
It was good. Jesus, it was so good! Better even than she’d dreamed it could be. Her fantasies had been only fantasies. She had never guessed that they might be capable of fulfillment. All last night Sheila had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Melissa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Melissa, and she knew how sweet dreams could be, how gratified a body could feel when hungers were fed. She worked her tongue in and out of the tight sweet crack, and she felt magic things take place in her own twat. Melissa had a tongue like an angel, and if those fingers of hers were artistic in no other fashion, they were talented when it came to pronging and stroking a hot, horny cunt.
“I’m going to come,” Sheila moaned. “I’m going to come all over you, Melissa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!”
“Mmmmm,” Melissa giggled, and her tongue oozed up Sheila’s twitchy tube. She went deep—it was surprising that her tongue could be so long, but Sheila had the proof, a mile up her snatch —and as her tongue slid across the lust-maddened flesh, it began to erupt in ripples and convulsions of orgasm. Sheila screamed around Melissa’s pussy and she pulled her knees back, entrapping that beautiful slutty blonde face where it belonged, between her legs, glued to her climactic cunt.
And then, like magic, Melissa groaned and began to come as well. How often did that happen? Sheila wondered. Two women in a spontaneous love act, both of them coming at almost the same instant? She hummed into Melissa’s cunt and the juices oozed forth, drenching her face, drowning her in lust. She lapped into them and her tongue scooped up the liquid love and it was beautiful, it was dynamite, it proved that even a loser could win—at least once. Sobbing with joy and the sense of what she was about to lose forever, Sheila ate Melissa’s orgasm, fed Melissa her own cum. Legs clutched heads, hands clutched asses, tongues dove in and out of churning, excited pussies, and two bodies finally collapsed together in the grass, passion spent for the moment.
“Where do you live?” Melissa asked, chewing on a blade of grass. She lay in Sheila’s arms and Sheila was toying with her breasts, teasing the sweet fat nipples, enticing them to become erect once again so they could be kissed and sucked. “I mean,” she said, stretching, “do you stay here all the time, or what?”
“I live in Darien,” Sheila said. “In Connecticut. It’s not far from New York. I’m just down here to visit my sister. And, well, to forget somebody. Her. The girl in the picture.”
“New York, wow,” Melissa sighed. “I’ve never been to New York. Is it nice there?”
“It can be,” Sheila agreed. “Maybe Lou will take you up.”
Melissa giggled. “Lou? What for? Don’t you have eyes? He’s got something else in mind.” Sheila didn’t understand. “Her. Caron. He wants her back. I don’t blame him, really. She’s a very sexy lady. He showed me a picture of her, from back when they were married, and I couldn’t believe it’s the same person. This morning he told me to get lost, said he was going to try a reconciliation.”
“Oh, my God,” Sheila whispered. “He wouldn’t dare.”
“Yes he would. And…” Melissa looked at the sun, “he probably has. He can be very forceful when he wants something. And he wants Caron.”
“It’ll never happen,” Sheila said. She squeezed Melissa’s tits. She didn’t want to talk about Lou and Caron or anything else. She wanted to make love again, before Melissa waked out of her life forever.
Melissa wriggled free, walked over to the easel. “Isn’t that what’s his name’s car?” Sheila got up, peered over the edge of the bluff. It was Paul’s truck, coming across the causeway to the island. He had the divorce papers with him and Caron was only too anxious to sign them, to get rid of Lou. Sheila felt tension in her belly. If she wanted to make it with Melissa again, she’d have to do it now. Once the papers were signed, Caron was going to throw Lou’s ass out of the house. And if Lou went, so did Melissa. Sheila put her arms around the young blonde girl, pulled her back from the edge of the hill. “Come here,” she said, “I want to kiss you again.”