Ms. Hagen sat up, but not far – only high enough for her mouth to make a fresh connection with Pam's. She accepted greedily the tongue that thrust into her, and she sucked it dry of the pussy juices Pam had lapped from her. Ms. Hagen sucked voraciously, and Pam recognized the frenzied technique. Heretofore she'd thought of that kind of mouth action only in terms of a cock rammed between her own lips, but it worked nicely – very nicely with her tongue in the other woman's mouth.
She ground her lips against Ms. Hagen's until the friction threatened to set both their mouths afire, and her hand kept working back and forth, in and out of the hot, wet slice of Ms. Hagen's cunt. It was nearly as nice to feel that pussy convulsing on her finger, but the snagging muscle action only made her long for another taste, another long, thrusting insertion of her tongue, and she broke off the kiss hastily, moving down Ms. Hagen's body.
Again she visited the stiff dark nipples, sucking them until they scorched her mouth, and she licked a wet trail down Ms. Hagen's belly, bee-lining for the patch of russet fur and the sweet treasure it contained.
"Open wide," she said, and the legs parted eagerly, the inner labia thrusting to meet her oncoming lips. Pam kissed the vulva, then slithered her tongue up Ms. Hagen. Her hands roved up and down the quivering thighs. They were smooth and firm, well-muscled, in prime shape. Ms. Hagen might be ten years older than Pam, but she had the body of an athletic young girl, and working on it was a joy.
Damn the money, Pam thought. I've got to bring her off. I want to do it. God I want her to do me, too! This has nothing to do with money. It's lust, and, oh, Jesus, I feel so Goddamned lusty! My body is a volcano, ready to explode. If only she'd touch me again, touch me the way she did on the couch. I'd give her back the fucking money. Oh, please!
She moved her lower body, brought it closer to Ms. Hagen. Pam could smell the hot swampy arousal of her cunt, and she hoped that the pungent sexy aroma might give Ms. Hagen ideas. Still, she couldn't forget her own duties, and she kept licking, stabbing her randy, cunt-crazed tongue in and out, drinking pussy-honey by the spoonful.
"Ohhhhh…" Pam moaned, suddenly as a fierce hand clamped down on her pussy. It had to be Ms. Hagen's, for both her own hands were busy stroking thighs, tickling around the split ends of the woman's gash. She clenched her legs together on the clutching hand, felt its pressure increase, and milky cum began to leak from her in a trickle that threatened each moment to become a veritable river of cream.
One good turn deserved another. She licked faster, in the hole, out the hole, spilling drool in frothy bubbles, and she set up a fast, frenzied pattern of circles around and around Ms. Hagen's stiff red clit. The sex button was unmistakable, impossible to miss, too lovely to ignore. Her tongue slavered across it, she felt a responding throb, and then she was sucking the clit, sucking it as if it were a stiff, passion-swollen nipple hard and hot against her tongue, and she thought, There's something magical about this. Something wonderful and perfect. God, I'm loving her pussy just the way I like to have mine done. It's almost as if I'm bent over double, sucking myself off! When I lick her, when I kiss her, when I suck her, I can feel it in my own snatch, and it makes me hotter, God, so much hotter…
Some of that, of course, was due to the fact that one of Ms. Hagen's fingers was again delving in Pam's twat, reaming the tight, receptive hole with sure, slow strokes, coating itself further in hat inner juices with each thrust. Pam writhed as the nimble digit invaded her, and she flexed her thighs open and shut on the hand to which the finger belonged, gasping into Ms. Hagen's cunt with each ripple of excitement through her own body. Her tongue shot deeply as she gasped, and Ms. Hagen's own frantic writhing was a source of pride and pleasure to the determined young woman. If she was going to lose her bisexual cherry, there was no better way to lose it, Pam decided, her face bobbing up and down in Ms. Hagen's crotch.
Pam looked at the expanse of sex open before her, and she couldn't content herself merely with licking and kissing Ms. Hagen's twat. She forced her lips to abandon the juicing silt and she started to lick and nuzzle the sensitive region at the tops of Ms. Hagen's thighs. At least she was very sensitive there, and the current rubbing of Ms. Hagen's hand in that area was enough to drive her over the fucking wall! And she hoped that the gesture would be acceptable to her client.
It was. Ms. Hagen wailed, "Oh, God, do it agaaaaiiinnnn!" And Pam was delighted to do just that. Her tongue glided across the smooth, sweat glistening flesh, visited the nerve endings which lay so close to the epidermis there, and tickled lasciviously until a fresh ooze of cummy juices formed on the lips of the nearby snatch. Pam grazed it with her cheek, felt the hot musky dew collect on her skin, and she turned her face around, tongue burrowing into the sweet pot of honey.
Ms. Hagen jerked up, as if a jolt of electricity had just spurted through her body, and Pam saw the woman's small reddish asshole, almost hidden in the tight-clenched crack below the pussy. She thrust in with a stiff, eager finger, pronged the anus forcefully, felt its tight ring yield slightly. Pam angled her face deeper into Ms. Hagen's spread lap and she separated the buttocks, allowing her tongue to push lazily into the vicinity of the asshole. Again Ms. Hagen jerked, and the jerk seemed to bring her rectal opening and Pam's tongue into direct contact.
"Lick me," Ms. Hagen panted, "lick my ass! Kiss it! Suck it! God, do anything you feel like doing!"
For a moment Pam did lick her anus, and it wasn't so unusual; she did it for her husband, sometimes, when she was really pulling a production number on his cock and balls. Pam didn't expect the opening to taste of shit, and it didn't. Instead, there was a pungent, fleshy flavor, mingled with salty bubbles of sweat, and her tongue laved back again and again, revisiting Ms. Hagen's anus, teasing about as if she meant to bugger the woman with her frisky tongue.
"Ouch!" Pam squealed suddenly, and she twisted her lower body. "What are you doing?"
It was a silly question. There was no need whatsoever to ask it. Ms. Hagen's intent was quite obvious. She had one finger in Pam's pussy and, right now, she was busy trying to stick another finger up Pam's asshole. Pam moaned again, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be finger cornholed, but in a moment it mattered not because she was being fingered in both holes at once, and she closed her eyes for a second, content to bask in the wondrous sensation of it.
Ms. Hagen moved her hand, each of those inserted fingers pushing like explorers through virgin jungle, and she felt the tips of them almost come together, only a thin wall of tissue separating them, the wall of slender flesh which divided her cuntal tube from her rectal chute, and the fingers kept pressing, as if they meant to tear their way through that barrier, and Pam opened her eyes and her mouth too, opened it in a scream.
She was coming, coming uncontrollably, both cunt and ass contracting muscularly around Ms. Hagen's fingers, a thick flood of milk oozing from her gash, and she wanted to lie there relishing that come, to feel her juice gushing, to feel her muscles working like well-tuned machines while her eyes throbbed in their sockets – and her heart did ninety-five and blood rushed from her cunt to her heart and back again, so fast that consciousness was only a fleeting sensation, on now, off now…
But she had a job to perform, no matter how she felt, a job for which she'd already been paid, a hundred and fifty dollars, and the least she could do was split the money back again with Ms. Hagen for the job she'd done on her. No, the least she could do was give Ms. Hagen full value for that hundred and fifty dollars and by God, she'd give it to her, she'd give the queer bitch her Goddamned money's worth, she'd eat her pussy until it was nothing but a shredded gash, she'd suck her dry, suck cum till Ms. Hagen's ovaries collapsed inside her belly.