deep red hair down around her shoulders, her firm fresh body clean and covered only by a dressing gown of soft flannel.
Miss Ferguson was also undressed. She sat the girl down beside her on the rug in front of the fire. She curled her feet up under her and put her arm around Belinda, just two girls having a heart to heart talk in front of the dancing flames of a cozy fire.
But they didn't talk much.
Mary Frances put both of her arms around Belinda and just held her for awhile, gently rocking her body back and forth until she felt the quivering and tension draining from the girl. Belinda lifted her face up to Mary Frances with full, smoky, sleepy eyes and opened her lips. Miss Ferguson lowered her own full mouth down, touching lip to lip in an electric brushing of the sensitive surfaces. Then she kissed with more warmth, feeling the girl yield herself, her tongue just exposed between her teeth. Mary Frances licked at it, and tasted the clear, clean moisture of the girl's mouth for the first time. She restrained her passion until she felt the girl open her mouth further and venture her own tongue out to meet Mary Frances'. She sucked Belinda's tongue into her mouth and let her explore it to her own satisfaction. Then she plunged her tongue into the mouth of the young girl, hearing her moan in her excitement, her surrender to the sexual passion which was building up inside her body.
Mary Frances pulled her mouth away and kissed the girl's cheek and then over to her earlobe which her tongue tickled and her mouth sucked, nibbling at the delicate flesh with the tips of her teeth. Her own passion was getting away from her control. She pushed the girl gently down onto the rug, sliding one hand into the opening of Belinda's dressing gown and feeling her warm, soft, smooth flesh waiting there for her touch. Her mouth nibbled and kissed its way down the girl's pulsing throat, feeling the beat of her pulse growing faster as she surrendered to the need she felt so strongly.
Mary Frances slid her hand in further and cupped the soft globe of one of the girl's breasts in her hand, cradling its firm weight and the warm blood that raced through the fine blue veins of her delicate skin. The nipple erected, hard and taut with urgent need under the gentle caress of her fingertips. Her lips were down now to the delicate ridge of the girl's collarbone, to the edge of her dressing gown. Slowly, smoothly, she peeled the lapel of the gown back revealing the milky white skin of a perfect redhead. No freckles, just the creamy delicate shadow of a tan masking the pink glow of the girl's health shining through. She opened the gown further until both of the girl's young, full breasts were open to her sight. They were perfect beautiful mounds of sensitive flesh, so delicate and defenseless beneath her lips and tongue, warm with the girl's throbbing desire and taut with the tension of unfulfilled need. She kissed one nipple and felt the firm flesh harden still more between her hot lips and darting tongue.
Belinda was panting with the pleasure that Miss Ferguson was giving her. If only Brant had been this loving, if only he had been this tender, how wonderful it would have been! But just then she didn't want her brother; she wanted Miss Ferguson. The older woman was setting her body on fire.
Belinda turned to the woman and opened her gown all the way, seeing the big, firm breasts swing free together before her hungry eyes. She wanted to suck on the big, broad, dark nipples that pointed Miss Ferguson's big womanly breasts. They were so beautiful, unlike what she thought her own, smaller tighter breasts looked like to her. These breasts were the tits of a mature woman, a woman of passion and experience, a woman who could do things to her body that she had never dreamed possible.
She nuzzled her face in between the soft pillows and turned to take one of the large nipples into her mouth, feeling it harden in response to her attack. Now it was her turn to push the older woman back onto the rug and demand that she yield to the desires that she felt within herself. Her passion overpowered her. She sucked the nipples first of one and then the other tit into her mouth in hungry eagerness to taste their fruits. She was in a hurry. She wanted to go all the way, experience all that the older woman had to teach her. She pulled back the gown and laid her woman lover naked before her eyes.
God! Belinda had never seen anything so beautiful in her whole life. Such perfection! The huge fullness of her breasts, her taut nipples, the soft smoothness of her ribs tapering down to the neat circle of her waist. Her belly button was a well of hidden secrets in the gentle upward swell of her woman-belly with its gentle sloping down to the dark thicket of her sex. Her hips swelled out from her tight waist in full luscious curves of womanhood to her round, full thighs and long, smooth legs, but her eyes returned again and again to the hidden nest of her pussy hair.
Belinda imitated the motions of Miss Ferguson and kissed her way down her chest to her belly until her nose was tickled by the wiry dark hairs that cushioned and hid her cunt. Then she was frightened. She didn't know what to do how to investigate the treasure that awaited her hungry mouth without seeming to be ravenously lustful. She withdrew, shaken by her own deeply felt desires.
Mary Frances lay back and let the young girl take the initiative, wanting to see how far she would go on her own. How far her natural instincts would take her. She felt the moment of hesitation and took the girl into her arms once again and hugged her close, pulling herself up over the girl's now tense body, kissing her mouth to mouth with slow but deep passion until she felt the last of the unsureness pass away. Then she kissed her own way down way down the virginal trail from nipples to cunt, feeling the desire mount in the girl as her breathing became faster and shallower. She put her hands on each of the girl's thighs and let her tongue plow through the clump of soft red cunt hair until she felt the tip of it part the plump outer lips of the girl's pussy and touch the tip of her clitoris.
She kept her mouth and tongue in the same position as she swung her body over Belinda. Gently she pulled her legs apart, opening her cunt to her searching mouth. The girl was hot and wet with passion already. Mary Frances licked up the glistening dew on her tongue and lapped it over the hardening bump of the girl's little clit. It was much smaller than Mary Frances', hardly more than a fingertip urgent in its wants between the juicy lips of the girl's quim. She dipped down momentarily for the pleasure of licking her sensitive tongue across the opening of the violated cunt hole. It was relaxed and open to her attack, but she preferred to concentrate her attention on Belinda's throbbing clit.
Then she lowered her own dripping pussy down to Belinda's hungry mouth. Belinda was swept up on a giant wave of sexual arousal and plunged her tongue into the older woman's pussy, licking and sucking on the woman's amazingly long clit. It stuck out between her cunt lips so that she could actually take it into her mouth and suck on its hard little shaft. She buried her bare face in the creamy pussy and devoured as much of the slippery cunt juice as she could lap up and swallow. Soon she was covered with cunt drippings from ear to ear, but she was only aware of the electric tingling of her tongue and mouth as it worked over the hairy lips and wet cunt above her. Her own box was wi de open and filling with that heavy urgent feeling she had not had since that night on the beach with her brother Brant.
In her passion she didn't forget Mary Frances, though. She tried to bury her whole head up inside the cunt of the woman who had saved her soul. She would had cut her own wrists gladly if Miss Ferguson had wanted her too, but fortunately Mary Frances only wanted a good muff-dive for herself. And Belinda gave her the best that her virginal mind could think of, following the lead and the moves that the older woman had made on her. She felt the warm, wet cunt ooze down into her mouth and felt the body above her thrashing in climax along with hers. Their twin orgasms lasted for a million years, it seemed to Belinda. It was far, far better than anything the boys she had dated had been able to give her. Of course she had only let them play with her clit with their hands she had never had anyone go down on her before. She made up her mind that this certainly wasn't going to be the last time.
Mary Frances and Belinda lay together on the rug in front of the fire for a long time, gently licking and kissing each other's pussies as the force of their climaxes slowly left them. Then they turned face to face and kissed so deeply that Belinda thought that her heart was going to leap out of her panting body and be devoured by Miss Ferguson. Then finally, sleepy and dazed with total release and fulfillment, Belinda toddled off to bed after one last hug and kiss from her new found friend and lover. She was starry-eyed with the new feelings which had been turned loose inside her and found herself completely enslaved to Miss Ferguson.
CHAPTER FOUR
Peter sat in class the next morning looking over the other students again. He hadn't slept very well the night
