she was a pornographer, and the essence of her pleasure lay in the configurations of bodies, motivations, and attitudes. She knew that Joan was playing a game with her resistance to her own enjoyment, and while she wished that the younger woman would soon drop that posture, she realized that such matters couldn’t be rushed. So she was allowing herself to take the role of sadistic fucker, forcing a revolting activity literally down the throat of a half-unwilling recipient.
She reached down and put one hand on Joan’s cunt, feeling the soppy gush of viscous cum that spilled from the parted lips. Her finger went inside and tickled the ribbed walls, then withdrew to concentrate on the sensitive clitoris. As she rubbed the small nerve ending, Joan began to pump her hips up to receive more of Margaret’s touch. Simultaneously, her mouth opened with the pleasure of her own erupting orgasm, and as she began to spend, she took in more and more of Margaret’s cunt into her mouth until she was sucking at it as though it were a peach she had just bitten into, and was inhaling the pulp and juices through her teeth, down her tongue, and into her throat.
“Oh yes,” Margaret hissed, and flung herself down so that her own mouth now covered Joan’s surging pussy. Her lips reached the cunt lips at precisely the instant that Joan began to climax, and so she received the full gush of tangy juice and the total vibration of her undulating pelvis. Margaret dug her tongue and teeth deep into the center of smell and secretion, taking in the sweat and tang of urine and cum and the pungent aroma from the cleft of Joan’s ass, and licked the entire crack from one end to the other again and again, until, with the sensation, Joan wrapped her thighs around Margaret’s head and rocked back and forth, fucking the other woman’s face with the total involvement of her cunt and hips. They dug into and wrapped around one another in a pose of sixty-nine, their hands now roaming freely, enjoying the lush fullness of one another’s breasts, exploring the arcane crevices between cunt and asshole with their tongues. They were lost in a shower of sound and rhythm, lost to time and place, rocketing into the inward reality of complete sexual connection.
They sucked one another’s pussies for over an hour before they fell apart and lay there, exhausted and temporarily fulfilled.
After what seemed an eternity of silence, Margaret was the first to speak. “You say that’s the first time with a woman?” she asked in a wondering tone.
“Oh Margaret,” Joan said. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to let go like that, to do and be done to. To make the circle complete. With men I’ve always had to hold back because I knew they couldn’t follow me all the way. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without it.”
“A lot of women ask themselves that once they’ve tried it,” Margaret said. “And quite a few never go back to making it with men again.”
“Do you?” Joan asked her.
“Sure,” Margaret said, lighting a cigarette. “I’m very democratic. I think everyone has something to offer. I mean, after all, there is nothing in the world like a cock. Even a dildo won’t do it, not really.” She offered a smoke to Joan and the two of them sat there, quiet and lost in thought and the afterglow of the intense experience.
After a few minutes Margaret got up to go to the kitchen to heat more coffee. As she went, Joan watched the globular cheeks of her ass shift as she walked. How often had she seen that walk during the day, when both were dressed, and how little she had suspected that so much fury was to be found beneath a skirt and panties. She felt the deep ache in her cunt from the continued friction it had received. And that was only the beginning.
As though reading her thoughts, Margaret turned at the door and said, “We can go in late tomorrow. I doubt we’ll get too much sleep tonight.”
Later, they sipped coffee and smoked
She reached down and put one hand on Joan’s cunt, feeling the soppy gush of viscous cum that spilled from the parted lips. Her finger went inside and tickled the ribbed walls, then withdrew to concentrate on the sensitive clitoris. As she rubbed the small nerve ending, Joan began to pump her hips up to receive more of Margaret’s touch. Simultaneously, her mouth opened with the pleasure of her own erupting orgasm, and as she began to spend, she took in more and more of Margaret’s cunt into her mouth until she was sucking at it as though it were a peach she had just bitten into, and was inhaling the pulp and juices through her teeth, down her tongue, and into her throat.
“Oh yes,” Margaret hissed, and flung herself down so that her own mouth now covered Joan’s surging pussy. Her lips reached the cunt lips at precisely the instant that Joan began to climax, and so she received the full gush of tangy juice and the total vibration of her undulating pelvis. Margaret dug her tongue and teeth deep into the center of smell and secretion, taking in the sweat and tang of urine and cum and the pungent aroma from the cleft of Joan’s ass, and licked the entire crack from one end to the other again and again, until, with the sensation, Joan wrapped her thighs around Margaret’s head and rocked back and forth, fucking the other woman’s face with the total involvement of her cunt and hips. They dug into and wrapped around one another in a pose of sixty-nine, their hands now roaming freely, enjoying the lush fullness of one another’s breasts, exploring the arcane crevices between cunt and asshole with their tongues. They were lost in a shower of sound and rhythm, lost to time and place, rocketing into the inward reality of complete sexual connection.
They sucked one another’s pussies for over an hour before they fell apart and lay there, exhausted and temporarily fulfilled.
After what seemed an eternity of silence, Margaret was the first to speak. “You say that’s the first time with a woman?” she asked in a wondering tone.
“Oh Margaret,” Joan said. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to let go like that, to do and be done to. To make the circle complete. With men I’ve always had to hold back because I knew they couldn’t follow me all the way. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without it.”
“A lot of women ask themselves that once they’ve tried it,” Margaret said. “And quite a few never go back to making it with men again.”
“Do you?” Joan asked her.
“Sure,” Margaret said, lighting a cigarette. “I’m very democratic. I think everyone has something to offer. I mean, after all, there is nothing in the world like a cock. Even a dildo won’t do it, not really.” She offered a smoke to Joan and the two of them sat there, quiet and lost in thought and the afterglow of the intense experience.
After a few minutes Margaret got up to go to the kitchen to heat more coffee. As she went, Joan watched the globular cheeks of her ass shift as she walked. How often had she seen that walk during the day, when both were dressed, and how little she had suspected that so much fury was to be found beneath a skirt and panties. She felt the deep ache in her cunt from the continued friction it had received. And that was only the beginning.
As though reading her thoughts, Margaret turned at the door and said, “We can go in late tomorrow. I doubt we’ll get too much sleep tonight.”
Later, they sipped coffee and smoked
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