Ann didn't wake up until the middle of the next afternoon. When she did, the events of the night before came back to her slowly. Her cunt reminded her that she must have been only semiconscious, because she didn't remember as many cocks as it must have taken to make her cunt as sore as it was. She lay in the warmth of her bed and let her mind drift back to the night before. The bar, the van and all those boys came back to her. She remembered getting fucked until she was in a state of numb ecstasy. It had been great.
An hour went by before Ann was able to getup the energy to do anything. Slowly she climbed out of bed and into the shower. The cleansing and soothing effects of the streaming hot water on her body made her feel like a new woman, but her cunt was still sore, and she knew that she would have to give it a rest; for at least a day she would have to forego fucking. Of course that didn't mean that she couldn't do a lot of other things in the meantime. She would just have to keep big cocks out of her box for a while.
Ann thought she would go back to bed after her shower, but when she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt so good and renewed that she wanted to start a new day and see what it would bring. It was a little difficult to walk normally with a sore and sensitive pussy, so she made her way slowly around the apartment and fixed herself a nice breakfast. With a clean body and a full stomach, Ann was ready to go out and see what should dig up in the way of excitement.
Big-cocked boys were definitely out until her snatch felt better, so she thought about other possibilities. Suddenly she thought about Rose, an old friend. She hadn't seen her for a while and she was always a lot of fun. Ann dressed especially for Rose, knowing how much clothes, especially underwear, meant to hen Ann was getting excited about visiting her old friend, but she had to take it slowly or her cunt would hun. It did seem to be getting better, though, and Ann hoped that it would be ready for action again soon.
Ann drove quickly to Rose's place; and as she climbed out of her Jag, she noticed Rose's beat-up MGA in the lot. Then she was home, great. Ann would have been very disappointed if she missed her, but Rose spent most of her time at home with her hobbies. As Ann walked up the four flights of stain to Rose's apartment, she thought about their l6ng friendship. The two of them met when they were teenagers. It was Rose who introduced Ann to the side of sex that she hadn't tried yet at the ripe ages of sixteen lesbianism. She would be eternally grateful to this woman for opening up that wonderful realm to her. She knocked softly on Rose's door. From inside the apartment, she could hear an old Bessie Smith record playing.
The door swung open and Ann feasted her eyes on her old friend. Rose stood there decked out in her usual outlandish style. She wore jeans as tight as her skin and an old jersey with the words "Camp Wanakeoski" on the front. The words ' deformed as the jersey stretched over her big sagging tilt Rose was about the same age as Ann, but didn't have Ann's youthful look. The old girl looked her age, and maybe even older. Her face was pleasant though, and her figure was nice, a bit on the heavy side but not fat by any means. Mound her neck hung about a dozen necklaces, all of them heavy and gaudy. She wore even more bracelets than necklaces, and when she moved, she sounded like a cement mixer filled with empty beer bottles on a bumpy road.
"Well, look who's here!" Rose yelled in excitement when she saw Ann. "Come on in, you old whore."
"Hi, sweetie," Ann said. "What ya been up to?" "The same old thing, sucking as many pussies as I can get my hands on," Rose said.
Ann looked around the place. There were tons of antique knick-knacks. Tables with old lamps were everywhere and all the tables also held piles of old costume jewelry, little beaded purses, old perfume bottles and thousands of other miscellaneous pieces of junk. The walls were covered with old pictures of movie stars and views of natural beauty in the most awful colon that Ann had ever seen. The place was a museum of unwanted artifacts, and Rose was the most curious exhibit of all.
"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? A doughnut? Can I eat you out?" Rose was a perfect hostess..
"I'll have a cup of tea, thank you," Ann said with mock politeness, "and, yes, my dear, you may eat me out, but later. My cunt. is quite sore from a marathon tucking." Both women laughed and Rose went to put some water on. Ann followed her into the kitchen. The kitchen was full of stacked-up dishes that Rose hadn't been able to pass up at all the flea markets that she habitually attended. As Rose busied herself with pots and jars of exotic teas, Ann cleared off a chair and sat down.
"How's the MG running?" Ann asked.
"Pretty good, but when are you going to be through with that Jag?"
Ann had given the MG to Rose when her father; gave her the Jag for her birthday a few years back, and she promised the Jag to her when her father gave her a new car, as he did every now and then. The two veteran fuckers talked about old times, new times and future hopes. Drinking tea and eating Rose's home-made doughnuts in the cluttered kitchen made Ann feel really nice, and she was forgetting about her sore cunt.
"I've got some new thing I want to show you," Rose said.
"I figured that you would," Ann said.
When they finished the snack, they went into the living room. Rose disappeared into the bedroom and came out with her arms full of silky garments. She threw the pile on the floor in front of Ann. Ann looked through the pile. There were aid corsets, underpants of various sizes and shapes and brassieres. There were also some black panties without crotches and bras with holes where the nipples would poke through.
"Nice stuff," Ann said as she held some of the garments up for a better look.
"I've got a great idea," said Rose.
"I know, you want us to try this stuff on," Ann said, and laughed at the way Rose broached the subject, as if it were a new idea. They had been dressing up in ridiculous outfits for years.
"Well, what do you say, sweet-cunt? Rose asked eagerly."Sounds like fun," Ann said.
They both began undressing, throwing their clothes all over the room. In a few seconds Ann was standing in her underwear and Rose was staring at her with eyes as big as her tits. Ann had put on a special costume for Rose, and Rose was really enjoying it. Under her jeans, Ann wore a pair of black net stockings that were held up by a black, lacy garter belt. Ann was also wearing a pair of black panties like one of the ones that Rose had in her collection, with no crotch. Her furry muff stuck out between the nylon lips of the perverted undies. Around her chest, she wore a black cupless bra. It consisted of shoulder straps and a strap that went around her body, but instead of cups, there were little platforms that sat under her heavy tits and held them high and away from her body.
"Wow, baby, you look so good my cunt's as wet as Moby Dick!" Rose hollered, and rubbed her hands together greedily. "Don't let me touch you yet, it'll spoil all the fun. If I get my hands on you now, I won't be able to let go," Rose said as she walked towards Ann.
Ann began retreating from the big dyke's menacing approach. Both women were laughing at the game. Rose held her hands out and opened and closed her fists in a grasping motion as she pursued Ann around the room. Ann backed up, her laughter making it difficult to get away. Rose lunged and grabbed Ann around the waist. Ann howled with surprise as Rose lifted her over her shoulder.
"The mean dyke captures the fair maiden and carries her to her cave!" Rose yelled as she carried Ann around the room.
"It's okay with me, but I thought you wanted to play with your pile of underwear!" Ann hollered back.
"Okay, baby, I can wait," Rose said and put Ann down.
Rose pulled her clothes off until she was naked. Her figure was solid but shapely. Her tits were even bigger than Ann's, but they didn't have the springiness and firmness of Ann's. Rose had a layer of padding under her smooth white skin, but it was spread around nicely and didn't hang off her body as it would have if she wasn't in such good physical condition. Her hips were ~wide, her ass was full and had a sag that matched that of her fits. When Ann looked at her friend's hairy crotch, her mouth began to water with the memory of sucking that juicy slice of pie.
Rose watched with bulging eyes as Ann took off her sexy undies and kept her eyes on her as Ann walked around the room. As her tits rose and fell heavily with her movements, Rose had to restrain herself from running over to her and grabbing those bobbing jugs.
The two lezzies began pawing through the pile of underwear. Ann picked out a pair of old-style panties. They were made of pink silk, and fit her loosely. Aim began modeling the panties for Rose, who watched her with rapt attention. Ann walked one way, then the other with her hands on her hips. She turned her back on Rose and gave her a good view of her back and ass. The pink silk hung over Ann's firm, round ass, giving it a half-hidden, but sexy look. Then Ann walked to the couch and sat on the arm, drawing one leg up. The loose pant leg exposed Ann's curly pussy hair. to Rose's lascivious gaze. Ann noticed the effect she was having on her lesbian lover and played the role to the hilt. Getting up, she held her tits in her hands and walked towards Rose. When she saw that Rose was about to. leap at her, she backed away.
Ann began to do a dance as she scuffled away from Rose's grasp. She shook her hi and Rose could see her ass-cheeks quivering under the silk of. the undies, Ann moved her shimmy up her body so her hips stopped and her tits started. The big globes vibrated and slapped against each other. Without stopping her dance, Ann pulled the panties off and put on a different pair. These were a pair of bikini panties that were too tight for her. She stopped dancing and pulled them up tight against her crotch. They dug into her sides and ass, creasing Ann's soft hips. Rose was struck dumb at the sight.
Ann walked around the room in the tight undies and enjoyed the way they squeezed her. She looked at herself in a minor that hung on a wall. She could see her cunt outlined clearly under the sheer fabric. Hairs stuck out of the leg holes.. Turning, Ann looked over her shoulder at her nylon-encased ass. The panties compressed her checks like sausages in a tight casing. The material stretched taut over the crack between those cheeks. Ann grabbed the waistband of the garment and pulled them up as she squatted down, causing the crotch of them to slip into the crack of her cunt and ass. She felt the twisted rope of nylon crotch material pressing on her clit and cunt-lips. Her face reflected the wave of passion that the feeling in her cunt sent through her. She pressed her asshole out and felt the cool nylon on the puckered opening.
Looking at Rose told Ann that the sight of her wearing those too-tight panties in that weird way was giving her as much pleasure as she was getting from wearing them that way. Rose stared at Ann's cunt-lips spread on each side of the nylon crotch, and licked her lips. Ann stripped them from her suddenly and threw them into Rose's face. Rose caught the tiny panties, pressed them to her mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply. The funky odor of her friend's pussy filled her head. The warm, wet crotch moistened her lips with the juice picked up in Ann's cunt.
As Rose was miffing the wet undies, Ann was once again looking through the pile on the floor, looked at herself in a minor that hung on a wall. She could see her cunt outlined clearly under the sheer fabric. Hairs stuck out of the leg holes.. Turning, Ann looked over her shoulder at her nylon-encased ass. The panties compressed her checks like sausages in a tight casing. The material stretched taut over the crack between those cheeks. Ann grabbed the waistband of the garment and pulled them up as she squatted down, causing the crotch of them to slip into the crack of her cunt and ass. She felt the twisted rope of nylon crotch material pressing on her clit and cunt-lips. Her face reflected the wave of passion that the feeling in her cunt sent through her. She pressed her asshole out and felt the cool nylon on the puckered opening.
Looking at Rose told Ann that the sight of her wearing those too-tight panties in that weird way was giving her as much pleasure as she was getting from wearing them that way. Rose stared at Ann's cunt-lips spread on each side of the nylon crotch, and licked her lips. Ann stripped them from her suddenly and threw them into Rose's face. Rose caught the tiny panties, pressed them to her mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply. The funky odor of her friend's pussy filled her head. The warm, wet crotch moistened her lips with the juice picked up in Ann's cunt.
As Rose was miffing the wet undies, Ann was once again looking through the pile on the floor.
This time she picked out an old corset. As she pulled it up, it seemed that it would never stop coming; it was a long piece of heavy material covered with buttons and snaps, and miles of laces hung from it. Rose rushed over and helped Ann put it on. It was designed to be a bra and a girdle, and it covered everything in between. The bra part of it was way too small, but Ann tried to stuff her tits into it anyway. They overflowed the confines of the old thing and she managed to keep her nipples just within it.
Rose started lacing it up her back and Ann inhaled so she could draw it tight. As she laced it down, the corset hugged Ann's body from her tits to her crotch. When Rose finished lacing it up, she stepped back to look at it. Ann turned slowly in a circle, giving them both a good look at her in it. Ann stared at her comet-clad body in the minor. She saw her tits bulging out of the top, her nipples rising like the sun over the horizon. The comet held her tightly and made her look a lot thinner than she really was. The garment flared with her hip but held her belly in and her ass was held solid and immobile. The bottom of her pubic triangle could be seen below the bottom of the comet. With her. back to the mirror, Ann looked over her shoulder and saw the round bottoms of her ass-cheeks peeking out from under the strange outfit.
Rose came up to her and ran her hands over the thick material of the comet, feeling Ann's body wrapped within. She put her arms around Ann and held her lightly against her body. She kissed her passionately. Ann kissed her back with equal vigor. There tongues came together in a wrestling match between their open lips. Ann felt Rose's fingers on the bottoms of her ass that hung out under the girdle. Her fingers crept closer and closer to the oozing gash between her legs. Ann's body began trembling with lust.
Rose let her lover go, ran over to the pile and searched through it. Finally she picked out a few things and began putting them on. Ann watched while the pulled a black nylon pair of undies over her wide hips, and then strapped herself into a fight, elastic bra. Rose opened a drawer in a near-by table and pulled out a pair of scissors. Grabbing the bra by the tip of the cup, she pulled on it and cut it off. Ann was afraid she might cut her nipple off, too, but was relieved when she saw Rose's large brown nipple sticking out of the hole she had just cut. She did the same to the other cup, then walked back over to Ann with her nipples sticking out of the bra. Ann had to admit that she looked sexy as hell.
Again they embraced and kissed. It was strange to have someone in your arms and not be able to feel them directly, only through a thick layer of elastic. Ann was getting yew wet and anxious for Rose to get on with it.
She didn't have long to wait. Rose led her to a couch and sat her down. Ann lifted her legs and placed one up on either side of Rose's head. Rose knelt down in front of her and stand into her crotch. The hem of the corset framed the picture. Rose spread Ann's legs farther apart She looked at Ann's cunt and her mouth watered. Ann's cunt-lips were spread and the crooked ridges of the inner lips showed the shine of the love cream that coated the cunt interior. The cunt stuck out of the point where the inner lips came together. The dark cave was opened slightly and seemed to beckon to Rose. Beneath her pussy, her puckered asshole was tucked away between the mounds of her buns.
Rose kissed one of Ann's knees lightly, then the other. Gradually, she began kissing the tender skin inside her thighs, getting closer and closer to her steaming crotch. Ann sat there, as still as she could, while Rose's kisses sent tingling, erotic sensations up her spine. She couldn't help shivering as Rose's lips neared her twat.
When Rose did near her cunt, she stuck her tongue way out and ran the tip through the crease between her upper thigh and the soft mound of her cunt. She did that on both sides several times, then carefully stuck her tongue in the pink opening and very lightly touched the wet, flesh in there. Her tongue tip traveled over the slick skin just inside the opening from the front corner to the back. Ann's bristling hair tickled her nose and chin as she ran her tongue around the cunt-lips, getting closer to it with each trip around. Every time Rose's tongue passed over Ann's cut, a shiver ran through her.
While Rose was tickling her twat, Ann was playing with her own fits. She grabbed one in each hand and pulled them out of the comet. She moved them around in unison with the circles that Rose was making with her tongue in Ann's cunt. Her nipples were hard as rocks and pressed into her palms.
As Rose centered her licks on Ann's clit, Ann lifted one of her tits and sucked the hard, brown circle of tightly drawn flesh into her own mouth. Her head began to float, on the clouds of sexual pleasure. The soreness of her pussy was forgotten as Rose's soft and soothing tongue pressed into the wet folds of her cunt.
Ann wrapped her legs around her friend's head as Rose sent her tongue deeper into her cunt. Her tongue was reaching up the dark cave, licking the tender, drooling walls. Around and around the strong tongue lapped and twisted while the heavy cream ran down Rose's throat.
Rose put her hands under Ann's thighs and lifted them higher. This brought Ann's asshole out from the valley it had been hiding in. The tightness of the corset seemed to squeeze the puckered hole out. Rose moved her mouth down Ann's gash towards the distended bung. Her lips met the puckered flesh and her tongue came out and touched the center of the ring. As Ann held her breath in gripping lust, Rose forced her tongue up the tight sleeve of her asshole. She stuffed her tongue as far in as she could and began wiggling it around as fast and wildly as the tight confines of that chamber would allow.
Ann's moans were muffled by the tit which she was still sucking as Rose's tongue drove her wild. She worked the muscles in her ass with as much energy as Rose was exerting on her ass through her tongue. Ann tried to stick her asshole out even farther than it already was so Rose could get her tongue higher up the funky tube. Rose's teeth were already pressing into the flesh surrounding the brown hole.
When Rose instinctively knew that she had brought Ann as far as she could by way of her asshole, she withdrew her tongue and went to work on her cunt once again. Ann was moaning steadily and loudly by this time, and Rose was going to bring her to a crashing climax. She covered the squirming pink interior of her cunt with broad, powerful swipes of her tongue, lapping her like a horse lapping a salt lick. Each wipe of her tongue covered the whole soaking mess of her cunt meat. The inner lips were pressed and stroked up to her dit, which was petted roughly by the lashing tongue.
Ann's face was screwed up in an expression of advanced ecstasy. She had dropped her tit as she lost control of her muscles and her entire body quivered. Her breath charged in and out of her lungs as her chest heaved and strained against the tight wrapping of the comet.
"Ah! AAHHH!" Ann's voice rose in a crescendo of lust.
Rose gave Ann her best and Ann exploded in a burst of joy. Her body jerked, and Rose eased up on her lapping. Rose got up and sat don on the couch next to her limp lover. Putting her arms around Ann, she held her while she recovered from the strain of coming. Ann wanted to return the cunt-lapping, and soon she was ready.
Ann pushed Rose into a reclining position and sank down between her legs. She rested her cheek on the nylon panties that covered Rose's crotch. Ann had a sense of style and she knew what Rose liked, so she slowly stuck her fingers into the crotch of the panties and grabbed the wet material in her fist. Then., with a mighty tug, she ripped the crotch right out of the garment, leaving the top of it around Rose's waist, hanging in tattered shreds around her belly and ass.
Ann heard Rose gasp in shocked surprise at her violent outburst. To keep things ever-changing, she once again became docile and tender. Ann rubbed her lips on the coarse pile of pubic hair that covered Rose's plump cunt-mound. The mist of evaporating cunt squeezings rose from her hot gash and covered Ann's face with its warmth. Ann slowly brought her mouth to that oozing cunt-mouth and stuck her tongue in it.
Ann was every bit as good at pussy-eating, as Rose, and she gave her as thorough a job as she had received. It was a slow starting, but rapidly increasing tongue-lashing that left Rose gasping and wailing in senseless ecstasy.
When both of them had had enough for a whi1e, they lay on the couch in each other's arms and talked. Rose offered to make dinner for both of them, and they decided to take in a movie that evening.
Rose made a delicious dinner and they polished off a bottle of wine with it. They sat on the couch once again and browsed through the entertainment section of the newspaper. There were several new porno flicks in town, and they finally picked one out. Before they left, Rose rolled a few fat joints to smoke on the way to the show. They got into the Jag, and the two sped off to the movies, their hands on each other's crotches and the joint of pot passed back and forth.