A noise interrupted Jo and when Lisa walked in, Jo sucked in her breath. She felt a certain madness crawling through her veins. There was no history of insanity in the family, but she knew that she was on the verge of setting the precedent. She was so close to Lisa she could smell the salt water that still clung to the woman, and even more powerful, Lisa's own natural body oils and odors. They were sweet, like rolling in a garden of fragrant flowers, and Jo felt her head beginning to roll, too. Her vision misted, as if heat shimmers were surrounding her on every side, and time after time she willed her nervous hand not to reach out, smooth the tangles from Lisa's golden hair. The skin, oh, God, the skin. Smooth, tanned, with little bubbles of water decorating it. Her hand twitched and she wanted to crawl under a rock, join a nunnery, stick her head in the sand, anything, anything to get away.
'How was your class?' Lisa asked, still standing dose and still looking at the blank canvas on the easel. 'Know what you're going to paint?'
'Uh, no,' Jo managed to stammer.
'Were you ever interested in doing a female nude?'
Jo reddened visibly. 'I, uh, yes, I guess so.'
'Why don't you paint me? We have plenty of free time during the day. And I'd like to give it to Jim if you want to do one of me.' Lisa whirled about, then asked, 'You interested in using me as a model?' She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, back and forth, and her hips moved inside the towel that appeared to be her only garment. Jo watched the rise and fall of those ripe haunches and she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't will herself to do it. Not even when she remembered last night, the way Lisa had responded to Jim on the beach. It couldn't do anything but increase the passion Jo felt at just that moment.
'I, uh, I don't know… ' Jo heard herself saying. 'I, maybe I… '
Lisa turned, green eyes sparkling like emeralds. 'I'd really dig modeling, I think. And I bet you could really make me look good. '
Jo nodded.
'Oh wow!' Lisa said delightedly. She hurried around, stood beyond the easel, golden hair glowing in the sunlight. 'I guess you want to see how I look without my clothes. huh?' she added, and the towel dropped in a flurry at her feet.
She stood naked, tits lifting as she breathed, and Jo began to moan while her eyes seemed to blur and mist and her fingers clenched tightly on the brush she held, so tightly that the brush handle snapped in two and both pieces fell to the ground. Lisa cupped her lush full tits from beneath, and she held them as if in offering. The nipples were pink and rigid, big round nipples with fat thick teats set squarely at their centers, and those nipples stared at Jo like earnest pink eyes. Her legs were slightly parted, and the glorious puff of her shaven cunt was on full display. Jo could see the reddish-pink of the crease, could even see the tiny inner lips framed in the slash, demure hints of the sweetness and pleasure that lurked a little deeper within.
'Stop it,' Jo whispered. 'For the love of Christ, stop it.'
Still cupping her tits, Lisa stepped a pace or two toward Jo. 'Don't you want to paint me?' she asked, a stray wet lock of hair fallen across her smooth forehead, gold hair against gold skin. 'Or would you rather fool around a little?' She let go of her tits and went around the easel. Jo turned, and Lisa's hand stretched out. Jo took that hand in her own and, together, the two girls walked out the door and into the ankle-high grass that dotted the bluff overlooking the cove.
Lisa was shorter than Jo, and she had to stand on tiptoes to kiss Jo, and when she did her lush full tits rubbed arousal and invitation onto Jo's chest. Jo moaned into the mouth that covered her own and she embraced Lisa, hands racing down the girl's bare body. She cupped Lisa's buttocks, squeezed, marveled at the taut, springy, resilient flesh. Warm flesh, smooth flesh, still wet from the ocean. She pinched off tiny rolls of baby fat, felt them glide beneath her probing, seeking fingers. Lisa sighed and wriggled against Jo, and it was a dream come true. God, it was only a dream! Jo tried to tell herself. None of this was happening! A perky, frisky tongue slipped into Jo's mouth, played like a puppy, and Jo knew that this was no dream sensation. It was real, dear Jesus, it was real and it was happening! To her! To Jonelle Davis! She clasped Lisa's ass and ground her body against the older blonde's, giving full rein to her passion and lust.
They sank onto the grass, still kissing and touching. Jo felt hands on her breasts, hands that caressed the outline of her tits through the close shirt she wore, hands that wouldn't be content with caresses, that had to slip inside. Her buttons loosened. Lisa's fingers touched the bare trembling flesh of her tits. Her nipples were stiff and the older woman's fingers found them in no time, began to squeeze the sensitive little tips in rhythmic, knowing fashion.
Lisa's tongue retreated and she rolled over onto her back. Jo moved up, taking the initiative. Her shirt came loose. She fought free of it, came down upon Lisa bare to the waist, and there was an electric shock as her naked tits came into contact with Lisa's. Four stiff nipples, four eager tits. And a mouth that was only too willing to accept Jo's tongue, to suck it happily while lips and tits rubbed together and excitement roared like a blast furnace inside Jo's hungry body.
They came apart slowly. Jo's lips hurt, she'd kissed the woman with such intensity. She sat up, rubbing her mouth, looking at Lisa, wondering what all this meant. Lisa sat up too and she brushed Jo's nearest breast with the back of her hand. The nipple wobbled as she stroked it, and Jo could hardly breathe.
Lisa was beaming with smiles. 'Did you like that?' she asked. Jo blushed. 'Was it more fun than watching me and Jim last night? '
'What…?'
'I saw you peeking out the window,' Lisa added, leaning in closer. She licked Jo's neck, and then her tongue glided down Jo's breast, onto the reddish peak of one nipple. She flicked it twice, then pulled it into her mouth and sucked. There could be no faking in the smooth, efficient action of her lips. She knew what she was doing and she enjoyed it. So did Jo.
'Really,' Lisa said, lifting her face and looking into Jo's brown eyes, 'I have known for a long time what you've needed, but I haven't done too much about it till now.' She smiled, then added, 'Do I turn you on?'
Jo nodded.
'Do you like to fuck, too? With men I mean?' Again Jo nodded.
'Me, too,' Lisa said.
Jo put her hands on Lisa's tits and squeezed. God, the ripeness, the firmness, the heat of the pink nipples against her palms! 'And I want to fuck you, too. I want you so badly I can taste you right now-all over my face, as if you're already feeding me on your pussy… I… '
Lisa stood, looking down at Jo. 'And I can feel your tongue in me,' she said, rubbing her slit until it sparkled. Little drops of come were oozing from her crack. Jo could see them, smell them, almost taste them. 'I bet you're good,' Lisa added. 'I bet you're good at everything you do. Show me, Jo. Show me how good you are.'
'I, uh, I've never done it before… '
'You haven't?' Lisa looked at her quizzically. 'I didn't know that. I thought, well, I thought, you know… that you'd really had experience. '
'Not a bit. Only my imagination and,' she said as her face reddened, 'my finger.'
'Me, too… my finger, that is. It helps a lot,' Lisa admitted. 'Shall we show each other then?'
Jo nodded. 'Come here,' she said huskily, and she seized Lisa's legs. Lifting herself, she thrust her face into Lisa's crotch. Her hands preceded her, split the hairless crack, made room for her hot ready tongue. She spread into Lisa and she heard the woman moan in delight, but she couldn't be half so delighted as Jo was, getting her first sweet taste of pussy.
Slowly they came down again, Jo on her back, Lisa sitting on her face. Jo had an entire pussy to work with, and it was the pussy of her dreams. She opened it, marveled at the coral-pink interior, at the slippery texture of the folds of flesh inside Lisa's gates, at the redness of the clitoral button that was already erect and hot for the fray. Leaning up, she anointed the clit with her tongue, felt it quiver against her, felt the shudders of joy run through Lisa's entire body. She squeezed the woman's ass and started to eat pussy.
Lisa leaned forward, pressing her twat down upon Jo's face. 'God,' the blonde panted, 'you are good at everything! Eat me, darling! Eat me up! Chew me raw! Stick your tongue in my twat! Oh, lick me, lick me, lick me! Suck me sweet and I'll come all over your pretty face! My God, Jo, eat me, eat me, eat meeeeee!'
As for Jo, she was eating, and it was better even than she had dreamed it could be. The blonde sister-in- law's cunt was delicious, sweet and fresh and tangy, and her tongue found new taste treats everywhere it
