Sharon stiffened. She felt a shadow pass over her face as the broad brim of Lita's straw hat neared. Warm breath fanned her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, thinking, It's happening! My God, what's a dildo?
A soft moistness pressed her lips, then it was gone. But the feel had been creamy, as elusive as a breath of air. The shadow remained over her face. She peeked. Lita's lips remained close to hers.
Lita asked, 'Sharon, do you like me?'
Sharon scanned the other's long, dark lashes, the velvety gold of her cheeks, the moist, rosy lips, the glint of pearly teeth.
She said, 'I wish you weren't the boss' wife. If you were just any girl… Yes, I like you terribly. But you're not just Lita, you're Bud's wife, and anything I say will sound like buttering up.'
She felt soft fingers caress her cheek.
'Did you like my kiss?'
Sharon was daring now. 'As kisses go, it was kind of small.'
Lights danced in Lita's eyes. 'Would you like something larger?'
Sharon nodded. She was still trembling but her curiosity was aroused. She just had to try it out.
She saw Lita lick her lips. Then her mouth opened and she lowered. The shading hat brim neared. Wet softness oozed about Sharon's mouth, and into it as she let her lips be opened. There was a gentle suction drawing her tongue into the trough of Lita's tongue, which curled about it, laying it with a cool fire such as Sharon had never imagined.
Lita turned her head to get closer. Her mouth yawned. Sharon let her own jaw fall slack. In a moment she was tonguing deeply into the other girl's mouth. A strange silken movement slid down her tongue into her body, a gentle thing, mild compared to the hammering she felt when kissing a man, a dainty sensuality flickering in her cunt. She raised a hand and curved it about Lita's neck. The girl's silky hair seemed to envelop her fingers. She wound them into it and pressed the soft nape.
The kiss was like falling into a well and finding it filled with clouds of fluffy silk. She seemed to float, aware only of the tongue, now searching her mouth and her fingers combing into Lita's hair and caressing her neck.
Lita moved closer. A hot breast touched Sharon's tit and molded to its shape. A sharp nipple indented her flesh.
Excited now, Sharon sucked hard at the girl's mouth while turning her body against her. She felt burning flesh sear her from breast to thigh.
At last Lita broke free. She was gasping. She kissed Sharon's cheek.
'Darling Sharon! I wasn't sure… Not all girls enjoy… other girls… But you are very passionate. Did you really like it?'
'It made my toes curl. Please kiss me again?'
Lita squeezed her. 'I want to kiss you until my mouth is sore. But sweetheart, the trouble is that I do fall in love. Stupid of me! I know better. And I understand you. You're like I was a few years ago when I married Bud. You're ambitious and probably as ruthless as I was. You'll use me.'
Sharon remained silent.
'But I can't resist!' Lita cried.
Sharon felt a hand cup her exposed breast. Velvety fingers slithered about the hot orb. She looked down and saw them moving, slender, pale-gold digits against the white swell of flesh, now nudging at her swollen aureole and brushing the turgid nipple. The golden fingers traced circles, ellipses and arabesques on the rosy- capped white mound. The touch became more forceful; digging in, kneading, and yet it was gentle, an understanding feminine hand, lacking the harshness with which men toyed with titties.
Lita tweaked the nipple teasingly, then squeezed the base of it with thumb and forefinger and tenderly milked it out. The peg lengthened and became a brighter red. Lita repeated the caress, digging thumb and forefinger into the puffed aureole before tugging at it. This compromise between a slithering caress and a firm grip seemed to draw strings deep in Sharon's body. Her snatch pulsed. She squirmed, gasping for breath. She watched wide-eyed as her aureole, tingling with excitement, grew out to a puffy cone projecting the thrust of her red nipple.
Never had Sharon been so aware of a part of her own body. The one breast entirely filled her vision, a swollen mound on which blue veins fed through the white flesh to the aureole, the pimply graininess which bulged out to a rubbery puff. On the swollen nipple tip the milk-duct openings formed tiny craters.
Lita's fingers still moved slowly, rhythmically, but more firmly now, and at the end of each milking tug they clung, stretching the whole breast.
The gelatinous strings running to Sharon's cunt seemed elastic. Long after each pull, her cunt drew in to suck at itself. This lazy voluptuousness amazed her. Sex had always been a violent, wrenching thing, even masturbation. But Lita's toying with her nipple opened a while new vista of sensuality.
She was breathing hard, yet was relaxed. Though hot in the pussy, she was content to let Lita set the pace.
At last Lita murmured, 'Would you like me to kiss your tittie?'
Sharon took a deep breath. 'Yes! Please, Lita!'
She watched the other girl lower her mouth, licking her lips. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the nipple.
The slippery passage of tonguetip across turgid nipple sent a quick message into Sharon's belly, a quiver, a tiny cuntal convulsion, a spasm of pinhead size. The tongue then curled around the long peg, like a growing vine, a wet vine leaving spirals of searing moisture. Then, more forceful, the tongue became a swab washing the dark disc. Her tongue was fully extended and she used it broadly, but it took some time to cover the giant pyramid of puffed red flesh with saliva.
At last she mouthed the nipple, making a hole of her lips, pressing in, then sucking softly as she raised, drawing it out to a spike that loomed in Sharon's gaze.
Sharon slumped down, moaning, surrendering herself to the ecstasy of having her tit sucked by a woman.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The slow sucking had a narcotic effect on Sharon. She drifted away into sleep and dreamed that her nipple was a fire hydrant in a whale-sized mouth out of science fiction, an oral cavity full of a thousand tongues as slippery as dribbling blobs of warm jelly.
Her cunt had settled down to a contented drooling. All her sexual awareness was gathered into the nipple.
Perhaps her dream would last all day long, and the nipple would grow to a rubbery red tower.
But eventually Lita drew off. She murmured, 'Sweetheart, we mustn't linger here. I don't want your lovely breasts sunburned, or your loins though you've enough pussy hair to clothe several twats.'
She was smiling down at Sharon's crotch.
Sharon asked, 'Do you mind that it's so hairy?'
'Darling, that makes it all the sexier.'
Lita abruptly sat up. She reached under the chaise lounge and produced a transistor radio. She turned it on. Music blasted out, a Latin American rhythm, a rumba or a tango.
'Let's dance!' Lita cried. She jumped up. Rising on the toes of one foot like a ballet dancer, she extended the other leg and spun about.
Sharon burst into laughter at the sight of her lover's tits flying and her blonde twat hair spreading to reveal her inner cunt. She leaped off the chaise lounge and seized Lita's hand. They leaped and kicked, flinging about, only vaguely following the beat of the music.
There in the enclosure of green hedges that cut them off from the world, two naked girls danced like lambs gamboling in a spring-green meadow. They leaped high, not caring how wildly their breasts flopped, uncaring that their pussylips gaped, ignoring the hot eye of the sun peering up their asses.
As they danced about the pool Sharon noted that the pink tile rimming the oval shape made it look like an
