To a man of the world, Annette might have proved the catch of the season. The bulbous firmness of her marbled breasts with their adorable browny-pink tips was matched by the equal out-thrust of her bottom whose twin halves resembled the polished surfaces of a Dutch cheese. Her eyes were large, her mouth small-ish and eminently fit for the kisses that would long have been laved upon it long before had it not been for the watchfulness of her Mama who had read her swain's mind very well and guarded against almost all his surreptitious approaches to her offspring.
There had been several occasions when the Colonel had palmed Annette's bottom and brought her lips to his own with a gentleness that had almost persuaded the shy maiden to let her globe rest longer upon his comforting hands. After but a few seconds, however, she had persuaded herself that it was 'rude' to act thus and had moved petulantly away, though her heart was beating faster than she knew it should and a certain tingling between her legs made her wonder what was rude and what was not.
In such matters, Miss Martin was able to prove eminently persuasive. By eleven that night she had inveigled her way into Annette's bed on the seemingly timid basis that she was unable to sleep.
'I, too, am the same', said the maiden who had tossed and turned for half an hour.
'It is a lack of comfort, Annette. I, in my solitary state, often experience it. When you are wed then it will be otherwise. How I shall envy you, and how I shall envy the lips that with your own perform a pas de deux, or maybe one should say a pas de quatre.'
'Envy?' asked Annette who like all females could not resist such flattery. As she spoke, so Miss Martin's thigh pressed sensuously to her own and the tip of her tongue twirled in Annette's shell-like ear, causing her to ask, 'Oh, what are you doing?'
'It may be that even though I never reach your lips, I shall at least have reached that part that hears my words. Oh, dearest Annette, how I have longed all day to suck upon the bee-sting of your lower lip', Miss Martin said with all the false poetry she could summon up.
'Oh!' quavered the girl who knew not how to comport herself and who could feel Miss Martin's knee suavely moving up between her legs and drawing up her nightgown with it. Never in the field of amourous endeavour had Miss Martin taken so long over a conquest as she did that night. Here was no Bella to be tickled and teased; here no Ethel into whose receptive ears the positively naughtiest words could be poured. In all aspects Annette was virginal and tended to stiffen and close her legs, trapping her companion's warm knee between them.
For a full half an hour Miss Martin worked on her with sultry whispers and occasional butterfly touches of her fingers that at one moment tasted the firm fullness of Annette's titties and then fell away as though they had performed a sacrilege. The flirtatious nature of those errant touches stirred the girl, however, where a ruder approach would have done otherwise.
'A little kiss. One little kiss or two and we shall both sleep better', murmured her seductress, passing her fingers lightly over the Venus mount whose full padding of curls could be felt through the cotton of her night attire.
'We… we must sleep. Shall you not return to your own room?' asked Annette with such outrageous innocence as almost stirred Miss Martin to smack her bottom in the savoury manner that she liked to do.
'In a moment, my precious. I shall not leave until the honey from your lips has passed between my own'.
In the pale moonlight that filtered into the otherwise shadowed bedroom, Annette's pretty face was an oval of purity as she finally allowed it to be turned towards that of her companion. The lightest and most fragrant of velvety kisses followed while little by little Miss Martin brought their bellies warmly together. Through the frail coverings that garbed their shapely forms, Annette could feel the burring of Miss Martin's pubic bush to her own. Her breath quickened. Their mouths slowly merged. Therewith, Miss Martin raised her bent leg higher-carrying Annette's sole garment with it-until by use of a modicum of force and persuasion, she brought the girl's moist quim to splurge its untried lips on her silken thigh. In the same moment her tongue passed suavely into Annette's mouth and her free hand rose to clasp the back of the maiden's head, thus prolonging their dizzying kiss until Annette moaned feebly into Miss Martin's mouth and even moved her cunny a little on her thigh.
'Oh, my love, I shall sleep well after this, will you not, too?' purred Miss Martin. The warm weight of her body rolled on to Annette's. Hoisting her nightgown, she brought the rolled lips of her quim to meet and rub against those of the girl who responded with a frenetic little cry as their most intimate parts made tingling contact. Drawing down the top of Annette's attire as much as she was able, Miss Martin succeeded in freeing two perky nipples which thereupon fell prey to her lips, causing Annette to buck pleasurably beneath her to the accompaniment of many luring, wicked words from her temptress.
Never having experienced such a tempest of sensations before, Annette dug her fingernails into Miss Martin's flawless shoulders and spilled ecstatically to the great pleasure of the latter who could feel the thin salty spray against her cuntlips. Diving her tongue into Annette's willing mouth, she began to work the more passionately and determinedly on her until, after several exquisite explosions, Annette subsided with a huge sigh and allowed Miss Martin's lips to roam where they would.
'Come now, put your legs over the side of the bed and I will attend to you more', uttered Miss Martin in more decisive tones than she had yet used, for she knew well enough that the girl's bubbling spring was well capable of producing more effusions.
'We mustn't', responded Annette feebly even while her body was firmly swung about until her calves dangled over the rolled side of the sheeted mattress, and Miss Martin knelt before her.
'Open your legs more, Annette, for you are now going to learn to do so. Swing your knees over my shoulders!'
'HAAAAR!' responded the maiden haplessly, for her legs were then skewered and raised, and in a trice Miss Martin's tongue came up beneath her moist fur to lick ardently around and within her honeypot, causing Annette to claw at the empty air while her bottom slewed ardently this way and that.-'GOO-GOO-GOOO!' came her babyish chokings. Her heels drummed against Miss Martin's back, her exposed titties heaved, the bud of her clitoris thrilling endlessly to the tongue-tip which worked so expertly about it mat in another moment her creamy effusion trilled its tiny liquid waves into Miss Martin's mouth where it was savoured as fine nectar.
As she came again, so Annette's back arched, forming a momentary bridge until she slumped and lay wide-eyed and silent while Miss Martin rose, wiping her salty lips and swinging the girl's limp body once again around until she was able to clamber in once more beside her, drawing Annette's weak, palpitating form close into her own.
Breathing softly, the girl clung to her, their stiff nipples touching electrically.
'You need cock, my pet', whispered Miss Martin, which words caused Annette to cling to her more tightly. Deftly and sensuously, Miss Martin ran her tapered fingertips around the lush globe of the girl's bottom and, parting the springy cheeks, began rubbing gently around the puckered rim of her rosette.
'DO-OOOOHNT!' Annette moaned fretfully as the fingertip then enquired within her tight nether channel.
'Shush!' responded Miss Martin who knew well enough the magic of this phase of Sapphic love. To a little gritting whine from Annette, she urged her finger in to the first knuckle, causing the girl's legs to stiffen and her head to shake from side to side.
'N… n… not there!' came a soft whimper.
'Right up you to his balls, darling. He has you in his big hairy balls and cannot wait for you, my pet'.
Vainly did Annette wriggle her hips to try and escape the slim invader. Her breath puffed out, her eyes half closed. At one moment she pressed away from Miss Martin and at another sagged into her. Their bellies rubbed, their titties bulged together.
'OH-WER! OH-WER!' Annette began to sob. Miss Martin's words had come to her as through a cloud and she scarcely understood or absorbed them. With supreme delicatesse, another finger now toyed with her perky clitoris so that both were at work and in unison.-'PMFFFF!' Annette choked. A faint moisture in her anal passage then betokened a greater surrender to the urging digit there. Her hips jittered and waggled.
'Tongue now, give me your tongue. Come, Annette, do as you are told', murmured Miss Martin, feeling the girl's toenails scrape in an ague of pleasure over the insteps of her own feet.
'GLUP!' Annette choked. Her submission by then was all but complete. The velvet, wet snake of her tongue glided over that of her seductress and their mouths locked.
'You want cock, Annette. Say that you do-tell me!'
'W… w… w… want!' blathered the girl helplessly. The burning sensation that the entry of a finger up her bottom had first afforded her had passed away to be followed by an itching, tingling sensation which mirrored that in her love-swollen cunny. Drawing her tongue from within Miss Martin's mouth, Annette sobbed and pressed her peachlike cheek to the woman's, hissing through her fine nostrils as a final orgasmic ecstasy shook her, her spray then being even stronger than her first, its sparkling droplets cascading their pearls over Miss Martin's thick bush.
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