breast.
“How does that feel, darling?”
“It feels just the same as a man doing it,” Joan grudgingly admitted as she felt her tiny nipples beginning to harden.
Then, Sara took her right hand from the young girl’s upper thigh and slid her hand beneath the tight elastic leg band of her bikini swimsuit pants. Gently she moved her fingers back and forth over the silken strands of her niece’s pussy hair, all the while staring up into Joan’s slowly changing face. “Do you like that, Joan?”
“It’s okay,” the blonde wife said guiltily, ashamed of her reactions.
The older woman was determined to get some admission of pleasure from her voluptuous young niece, especially now that she wanted her so desperately. She just had to sample the girl’s succulent flesh, and
she was already burning with lust-provoked fire.
Sara used her fingers to part Joan’s fleshy vaginal lips and slid her fingertips in deeper through the already moistened slit.
Gliding her fingers slowly and tantalizingly up and down, barely touching the erect little clitoris, she questioned, “How do you like that?”
“Ooohhhhh, Sara… don’t do that… don’t…” Joan was involuntarily writhing her hips around on the lounge chair, and she reached down to grab her aunt’s hand – trying to force the tormenting fingers away from her sensually throbbing vaginal slit. Her efforts were of no avail, though, and the fingers stayed where they were – locked to her hotly trembling cuntal flesh.
“Why not? I thought you wanted me to help you.”
“But… someone might see us…”
“Then, let me take you inside… to the bed… I’ll be very gentle, and when you tell me to stop, I will!” Sara had to convince her young niece that it was all right… that there was no longer a stigma attached to lesbian sex. Anything, just so she could get rid of the intolerable hunger up between her own legs.
“I don’t know… I always thought… “ Joan stammered, still tightly clenching her pulsing pussy lips around the invading fingers of her aunt.
“Trust me, darling… let me help you.” The beautiful brunette took her left hand away from the naked flesh of Joan’s youthful breast, then pulled her right hand reluctantly from beneath the girl’s tight bikini swimsuit bottoms. Quickly then, she took Joan by the hand and pulled her from the lounge, leading her reluctant young body toward the back door.
Joan’s mind was reeling with uncertainty… should she allow this… this thing to happen? Oh God, she thought, I’m more of a prude than I ever thought. I’m not at all well adjusted sexually… and I do want to be a liberated woman.
Unable to pull away from the warmth of Sara’s hand, the apprehensive blonde let herself be led docilely into the hallway and
then up to the bedroom. The same rumpled bed where her husband had only hours before committed adultery with this same woman!
She felt the older woman unhooking the top of her swimsuit and then her tight bikini pants were sliding down over the goose-bumped flesh of her slender thighs. The swimsuit bottoms dropped around her ankles and she automatically stepped out of them, staring in wonder as Sara quickly dropped her own swimsuit to the floor in a crumpled little pile. Joan gasped at the breath-taking loveliness of the older woman’s naked body. She was beautiful, had the body of a teenager. Her uplifted breasts… so full and firm… her taut little belly… the dark glossy triangle which so proudly – and seductively – covered her vaginal mound.
“Lie down on the bed, darling,” Sara whispered, the hoarseness of her voice betraying the extent of her excitement and lust.
Without hesitation, Joan did as she was told, lying on her back in the middle of the large king-sized bed. She stared in rapt attention, as her aunt stepped to the foot of the bed and climbed up to kneel at her feet.
Slowly she took Joan’s feet in her hands and spread them wide, wide apart, revealing the moistly swollen lips of the young wife’s pussy.
“Ooooohhhhh, darling… how beautiful your vagina is… how pink and soft! So kissable!” Sara gasped in delight.
The older woman stared down in hungry fascination at Joan’s vulnerably naked body, and she could feel the hot moisture from her own wildly pulsating pussy wetting her soft pussy curls and flowing down her naked inner thighs. Her body slid up and over Joan’s naked lushness, and she dropped her mouth down to the girl’s wetly parted lips. She kissed her gently, at first, and then more passionately, her warm moist tongue probing searchingly between the tortured young wife’s lips, bursting through the barrier of her teeth to snake sensuously into her acquiescing mouth.
At first, Joan was shocked that she could respond to the kiss of another woman… could feel an erotic pleasure rippling throughout her body like a runaway forest fire. She was unable to break away, uncaring about it being a forbidden act… a forbidden hunger.
Without breaking the kiss, Sara moved her hand from her young niece’s head and gently began kneading the soft resiliency of her firm white breasts, teasing the tender nipples into stiffer erection with the palm of her hand. The gentle caressing caused the younger woman to moan low in her throat. With the experience born of many other such encounters, Sara knew it was time to seriously go to work while Joan was still automatically responding to the stimulations she was receiving.
Because her eyes were closed, the young blonde didn’t see the perverted light of lust that flickered in the older woman’s eyes, but she did feel the hands, more sure of themselves now, begin to caress her ripely straining breasts in a wild exciting manner. She was so lost in this new rapture that she felt a twinge of disappointment when Sara’s mouth pulled away from hers.
Then, miraculously, that warm wet mouth was raining hot anxious kisses down her throat, across her shoulder and to her nakedly exposed breasts. She heard her aunt’s low moan of hunger as her moistly heated lips closed over her sensitive little nipple, and began a tantalizing sucking. It’s so… so beautiful, Joan thought. Her, mouth… oh my God, it feels so good. Too good! I mustn’t do this… must not…
Sara felt her niece’s momentary stiffness, but then the young girl seemed to surrender and began to writhe and moan with true pleasure, so the older woman knew her niece had accepted the inevitable.
“Ooohhhhhh… “ Joan moaned incoherently, “Sara… you shouldn’t…” Her protest was a feeble effort, not even believable to her own ears, a sound compounded equally of animal-like joy and minor objection, as she wonderingly stared down at the older woman sucking her breast as a baby might. One hand was locked on the quivering left mound, fingers working expertly at the nipple – capturing it, teasing it, now squeezing it, now releasing it working in rhythm with the fervent sucking of her right breast.
“Ooooohhhhh… aff-agggghhhh… fe-feels so goood…” Joan began a soft steady moaning from deep in her throat, unable to refuse the wonderful pleasure her aunt was bestowing on her.
Slowly, her naked body trembling with a hot eagerness, Sara began to crawl backwards on the bed, never removing her wet caressing tongue from the young wife’s nakedly quivering flesh. She clamped her hands on the twin mounds of her breasts while her saliva-moistened mouth slid down the desire-tautened belly and, as she lifted her knees and climbed between Joan’s widespread thighs, she circled the sparsely curling pussy mound with her wriggling tongue as though tracing the shape of a heart in it.
“Oo-ohhhhh… ooo-uh-ohhhh…” Joan moaned, her mind a cauldron of unidentified emotion.
Smiling in triumph, the brunette reached her arms down and beneath the trembling thighs of her young niece, and slowly lifted the girl’s wide-split legs high into the air, revealing the full plane of Joan’s lust-inciting vaginal area. Her experienced eyes immediately spotted Joan’s pulsating pink blood-engorged clitoris rising in peak erection from its soft blonde-fringed hiding place. Joan’s wetly glistening cuntal lips pouted out like the petals of a perfect pink rose. Unable to suppress a low groan of hunger, Sara began to rain hot kisses over the sparse blonde growth of pussy hair. Her little red tongue came out of her mouth like a fiery poker as she squirmed her body into position, her salivating mouth seeking the hardened bud of the young woman’s clitoris.
Joan’s breath caught in her throat and great convulsive shudders of delight coursed down her spine as the
