lithe legs, drawing the fluffy softness up to the juncture of sparse pussy hair nestled up between her thighs. 'This is the part that needs real tenderness,' Mona said in a soft whisper. 'That little pussy of yours has seen a lot of action this evening.'
Jane jerked backwards against the wall as the towel slipped back and forth over her cuntal mound. A sharp tingle of hotly pleasurable sensation boiled up between her legs into her taut little belly, and she felt suddenly weak as a kitten.
'Don't get yourself all worked up, sweetie,' Mona's hardened nipples pressed intimately against the naked blonde's hips as she kneeled to give her tender pussy lips a soft caress before drawing the towel up to Jane's firm pliant breasts.
Jane felt another shudder of erotic pleasure pass through her. She became immediately aware that there was something more than an affectionate massage and toweling being done to her, but for a number of too obvious reasons she didn't want the other woman to stop!
'Sometimes I think I'm a purely sexual animal… do you know what I mean?' Mona laughed and drew the towel away from the young blonde's body.
Jane pulled the silk kimono robe Mona had laid out for her around her shoulders. 'You're no different from any of us,' she forced a smile. 'Perhaps you're just a little more honest. Maybe you understand your own feelings about your body better than most people.'
The two women went down the hall and Mona showed Jane into the guest room. The room contained only a large double bed and a small white dresser.
'Lie down, Jane, on the bed, I'll try to do a better job this time of massaging you,' the brunette's eyes were lust-glazed, and her full moist lips glistened in the indirect lamp light.
'I don't know… maybe I should just get into bed and try to go to sleep,' Jane said nervously, unsure of her own emotions.
Mona came beside her, pushed her gently but firmly toward the bed. Jane was on her stomach a moment later, with the kimono thrown over the bedspread, and Mona Allan straddling her naked rounded buttocks. The brunette's thighs were spread apart, and Jane could feel her warm vaginal mound scraping against the back of her leg.
'Massage is a real art, you know. You have to apply just enough pressure to do the job without injuring the muscles or the nerves… I'm not hurting you, am I?' Mona asked.
'Oh, no, it feels… great,' Jane tried to push aside any thought of the forbidden, the obscene from her mind.
Mona's fingers slowly worked their way down Jane's naked back, her palms widespread as she massaged and caressed the smooth taut flesh.
'After what you've been through, I bet you're really tense up here,' she said, lifting her weight and sliding her hands quickly over the twin white cheeks of Jane's ass.
'God, it does feel good,' the trembling young blonde answered, tensing and relaxing her buttocks as the brunette plied and kneaded their rounded softness. A low groan of unwanted lust bubbled out of her throat.
Suddenly, without warning, Mona was pushing her over on her side and stroking her tautly quivering breasts, pausing to taunt her nipples into hardness with a knowing feminine touch. Then she was trailing fingers down her ribs as she shifted position until they were lying on their sides facing each other.
Jane stared wide-eyed in the pinkish light of the voluptuously curved body of this woman whose intimate touches were both exciting and sending a tremor of confusion through her body. The two emotions combined effect left her bereft of any power to act.
'I… I don't understand,' Jane stammered as the dark-haired woman's strong, slightly taller body quivered hotly and pressed with a licentious directness against her own.
'Sssssshhhhhhhh,' Mona whispered, and undid her sheer black nightgown, then dropped it to the floor. 'Just relax and let me make you happy… very, very happy… the way that only a woman can.'
Her hand came and touched Jane's cheeks. The young blonde lay still while fingers ran down over her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin to her long smooth neck. She shivered from the delicately tracing fingertips.
'Jane, you're such a pretty girl, a beautiful woman. I've thought so ever since we were in high school when we took showers together in the girls gym. I always wondered how much you fucked around, whether you made it with many boys before you got married.'
The question jolted the blonde girl. At first she didn't know how to answer, or if she should answer at all 'Did you?'
'No, not really,' Jane stuttered finally, not really knowing what made her answer the question.
'Tonight, I know you must have enjoyed it when Larry and Bob did those things to you. Did you suck anyone's cock? Why don't you tell me everything you did?'
Jane lay unable to move, as though it were impossible for her to believe what was taking place; she had heard of women who were this way, but she had never knowingly been in one's presence. But with Mona it was different. There was something essentially hedonistic in her nature, that absolved her from any taint of being 'perverted'.
Again, Jeff s wife's hand dropped to one lushly formed breast and her face moved closer. Then… her lips closed over her own, gently at first, so that Jane could feel the sharply delineated imprint, and then more eagerly Jane felt her own lips rigid in the beginning, relax slowly under the pressure. Then as the tongue slipped wetly into her mouth, she seemed to give in completely and let her body follow it up, rubbing her sensually aroused cunt hard against the brunette's.
Mona's hand continued to massage her tingling breasts with a woman's knowledge while Jane, dazed from the events of earlier in the evening, her young body still smoldering with the erotically aroused embers kindled deep inside her found something tranquilizing in the other woman's attentions. She closed her eyes and began to tremble from head to toe, all alive with crazy flames dancing across her nerve endings. The teasing fingers raced over her most sensitive flesh like butterfly wings, taunting her to the point where any resistance would soon disappear.
'Wow, you're really fine!' Mona sighed, holding on tight and rubbing her naked body against Jane's so that their lust-hardened nipples met and the soft warm breasts of one crushed voluptuously into the other.
Jane felt Mona Allan's thigh raise and her long tapering leg twine about her until the soft mat of jet black pubic hair brushed warmly against her own wetly heated pussy. Abruptly, Mona's hand was on Jane's involuntarily squirming buttocks, pulling them apart, and slipping her fingers between. The naked blonde wife jerked forward, her breasts squeezing against Mona's softly trembling mounds, as the other woman caressed her tightly puckered anus with an extended middle finger. A moment later, Mona was slithering down her responsively quivering body, rolling her own to her back and crawling up between Jane's widespread trembling thighs.
Jane dropped her hands to her own insanely pulsing cunt and held her breath, trying to keep from making any sound. She could feel Mona's soft hand running over her sensitive inner thighs, caressing them in a soft sensuous way, lingering over the insides and then gently trailing up to where Jane had drawn her hands over her vagina.
'You didn't need to do that,' Mona gave a little tug at the blonde's fingers which remained cupped at the moistened threshold of her femininity. Then, smiling softly, she added, 'It won't do you any good to hide it, Janie. I'm a woman, too, and I know what turns us on. And you're turned on.'
She tried to pull Jane's fingers loose, but the trembling young blonde clutched all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertently separating her desire-swollen cuntal lips in an effort to protect herself from this lesbian seduction.
Jane's whole body jumped as she felt Mona's heated wet tongue licking moistly on the inside of her straining thighs. She tightened her hands over her throbbing pussy, making a soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under her finger. Mona's tongue licked on and on, attempting to force its wet way between her fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle up and down her spine.
The more the tongue probed, the harder Jane resisted, realizing with a moan, that her struggling was causing a greater, more uncontrollable excitement within herself Mona's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, relentlessly searching out a weakness. Jane, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her lewd pitch of arousal. Her hotly moistening cunt was
