Lynette started crying in the shower. How could sex feel so good, she kept asking herself, if it always made a girl feel like crying when it was over? It didn't help at all that Betty had gone off for a late afternoon bicycle ride, leaving her there to do the housework. And it sure hadn't helped to have Russ just fuck her and leave. She was almost sorry she'd learned all about sex, for it seemed she'd been happier before, when she was still a virgin. If only her father would come home, he'd explain things to her – but, of course, she could never tell him what all she'd done.
She got out of the shower and dried off and brushed her long hair. In the mirror she saw herself as being too thin, without enough curves to her girlish body, and certainly without enough tit on her chest. Her cunt was still damp and sensitive to the touch. And her asshole was still so sensitive that it made her squirm and pant when she put her finger on it. All of her body was hot, and the very thought of putting clothes on was repulsive. Naked, stopping to rub at her cunt and her stiff-nippled tits and her buns and her asshole from time to time, Lynette moved about the empty house doing chores she was supposed to share with Betty and Mark. Looking out through her parents' bedroom window, she saw her neighbor, Olive Cook, going out to her back yard. Lynette wouldn't have noticed her if Olive hadn't slammed her back door so loudly. And now as Lynette watched, Mrs. Cook opened and slammed the door again, looking toward Lynette's house as she did so.
The brunette woman looked as sexy as ever. Her long hair was in wave and she had on a black string bikini that was shockingly tiny. Mrs. Cook disappeared behind the hedge for a moment, then reappeared with a water-spouting hose in her hand. She directed its stream against Lynette's house, where the water clattered loudly. It was hot afternoon. The water made Lynette think how nice it would feel to take care of the chore of sprinkling the yard. She quickly ran to her room, put on her pink two-piece bathing suit, and took two foam rubber pads from her drawer and stuffed them into the top of her suit before hurrying out to her own back yard.
Mrs. Cook was sprinkling the hedge between their yards as Lynette came out and turned on the hose. "Hi," said Lynette's grinning neighbor.
Lynette just grinned back at her, suddenly too shy to speak. She felt herself blushing, and she turned her back on Mrs. Cook to water the flower beds. She squealed and jumped when a cold spray of water hit her back. She whirled about and saw Mrs. Cook still grinning at her as she said, "Hi."
"H-Hi," said Lynette.
Mrs. Cook directed the water at Lynette again. Big, round drops of water arched up to come down against Lynette's hot skin. She stood there and took it, and the shivers she felt were not from the cold.
"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook.
Lynette jerkily nodded her head.
"Come play in my yard and I'll make you feel even better."
Lynette turned the water off and walked on trembling legs to her neighbor's yard. They stood facing one another, the slim and quaking girl in the pink bathing suit – yesterday's virgin – and the widely-traveled and well-fucked woman in the black string bikini. Olive Cook was slightly shorter than Lynette, but her womanly hips and the magnificent size of her barely contained tits made her outweigh the slender, redhead. Lynette stared at Olive's tits. She couldn't help it, for they were so very large, and only their big, brown aureoles were concealed by the tiny triangle of black, knitted string.
"Hot today," said Mrs. Cook, playing the stream of water onto Lynette's feet. "I've known gals that do most anything to cool off on days like this," she said, and she turned the hose on herself, sticking its open end inside one triangle of her top. She maintained her insolent grin as she massaged her big tit over which the cold water flowed. While Lynette watched in rapt fascination, she did the same to her other big tit, and then she thrust the hose down inside the triangle of black that covered her broadly bulging cunt. It made the triangle of black bulge even more. Water gushed out from the sides of it, bringing long, black hairs along with it, and now Mrs. Cook massaged her cunt as the water flowed. "Ah-h-h-h," she said. "That doesn't exactly cool a gal off, but it sure does feel good. You want to try it now, don't you?"
Lynette nodded and moved a step closer over the wet grass. Mrs. Cook stepped closer to her, so that they were almost nose-to-nose. Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bikini, and pushed it into Lynette's bathing suit bottom. Lynette lifted her arms as Mrs. Cook pulled out her waistband and thrust the hose toward her cunt. The first cold shock from the water quickly gave way to a flowing coolness that filled up Lynette's swimsuit, bubbling and gushing up into the lips of her cunt and against her asshole.
"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook, and Lynette quickly nodded.
Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bathing suit bottom and inserted it into each of Lynette's pink cups. Mrs. Cook's fingers roved over Lynette's hard-tipped titties, withdrawing her two foam rubber cups. "You won't need those when you come to see me," said the crookedly grinning woman. She pinched each of Lynette's nipples, which made the girl flinch and want more of the same.
Mrs. Cook peeled down one of Lynette's shoulder straps, baring a small but perfectly shaped pink and white tit. She caught Lynette's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and said, "Nice. You have really nice tits, Lynette. How I wish had sweet tits like yours instead of these big tits of mine." She took her hand from Lynette's yearning tittie and slipped it inside one black triangle to heft and squeeze her own big tit as Lynette stared through widened eyes.
Mrs. Cook swayed closer and said, "We better go inside. Somebody might come along and see you, with your pretty tit all naked like that, and try to take you away from me."
Lynette followed Mrs. Cook's rhythmically swinging hips as if in a hypnotic trance. Each of the woman's deeply tanned buttocks was fully exposed to the girl's view, for the waistband of her bikini was nothing more than a string, and the string that connected that to the triangle over her cunt was completely hidden from view, deep in the crack of her ass.
The back door slammed behind them. The house was cool and quiet, but Lynette was all hot and excited as she followed Mrs. Cook into the kitchen. Mrs. Cook stopped and turned around abruptly, and Lynette collided, with her. Before she could even think to move away, Mrs. Cook had her hand around Lynette's waist and was cupping and fondling her naked tit with her other hand.
"You don't want to fight the weather and neither do I," Mrs. Cook warmly murmured, her lips almost touching Lynette's. "You want to get hot, not cool," she said, with her wet legs up against Lynette's, and her very warm hand making Lynette's naked tit feel hot and hard and big.
"Yes-s-s, nice tits," said the woman, looking down at the tit in her hand, then peeling down Lynette's top to bare the other tit. Lynette stood there trembling and swaying. "Do you mind if I play with them, darling? Does a teen like you object to things like this? I bet you'd love to have them sucked. Well? Would you?"
Lynette couldn't answer. She couldn't speak and could hardly breathe as Mrs. Cook's smooth, warm hand roved sexily over her titties and made her feel it clear down in her cunt.
Mrs. Cook was breathing heavily too as she said, "What's the matter, angel? Cat's got your pretty tongue? Can't you even tell me if you'd like to feel my mouth all over these gorgeous titties you've got? You haven't said a word since you came in here. Let's see your tongue, pretty girl. Show your friend Olive that you've still got one."
Lynette's pink tongue-tip came trembling out, and all at once Olive was kissing her. Like Olive's hand still caressing her tits, Lynette could almost feel Olive's tongue down in her cunt. Olive's skin felt very smooth and soft as Lynette clutched at her. Lynette could feel herself twitching and jerking all over, but she couldn't stop.
As they kissed, Olive pulled Lynette's hand upward to her own big tit, warm and soft and so huge that Lynette's hand couldn't begin to encompass it. A sort of yearning mounted up inside Lynette, a terrible compulsion, and she wrenched her mouth away from Olive's and started kissing the woman's big tits.
"An eager one! Not afraid of anything. I like that," Olive said in a puffing voice, as she untied her string top.
Lynette didn't quite know what she was doing, but she knew she didn't want to stop. Both of her hands and her sucking mouth couldn't begin to cover one of Olive Cook's tits. Still she tried to contain Olive's tit, licking and sucking its big, brown, blunt-pointed end, while her fingers and palms massaged her velvety warm, soft tit. She was sucking and slurping quite noisily as the saliva flowed fast in her hungry mouth.
"Kiss-kiss. Suck-suck," said Olive, holding Lynette firmly as she sucked on her tit. "You have a beautiful mouth. Just made for sucking. And I've got another big, fat tit that wants to be sucked, on and kissed."
Lynette dove for Olive's other tit, sucking in the whole distended nipple. But she didn't get nearly enough of her tit before Olive drew back and popped her tit right out of her mouth. She pulle up the sex-starving girl, kissed her, and said, "Come into my parlor, and I'll give you all you want."
Lynette followed her next door neighbor deeper into her house, watching Olive's two tanned buttocks squirming together with each step. Once again Lynette bumped into her when she stopped, and now Olive's hands raised gooseflesh all over Lynette's body as she fondled her sides. "So you want to learn about sex, do you?" Olive asked. "I'm just the one who can teach you. But before we begin, take off that girl bathing suit and show me what you've got."
Still quaking and trembling all over, looking at Olive through widened eyes, Lynette pushed down her bathing suit bottoms while the brunette woman stood smiling at her. Though Lynette knew it wasn't much she was showing, Olive smiled and nodded at what she saw.
"Your top, too. Show me your pretty tits," Olive said. Lynette, blushing hotly, unsnapped her top and cast it aside.
The girl longed for the touch of the woman. With her heart pounding, she yearned to be held in Olive's arms again, for this she knew would banish her rising doubts and fears. But Olive just walked slowly around her, her heavy tits bobbing, sampling her flesh with her hands, poking and petting and pinching here and there and makin poor Lynette want to jump out of her skin.
And then Olive walked away from her. She left her to tremble alone while she strolled to her couch and sat down, where, she leaned forward over her tightly clasped knees to further embarrass Lynette with her staring. "Turn around," Olive said. Lynette turned while the woman devoured her naked body through heavy-lidded eyes.
Olive's lacquer-tipped fingers were moving up and down her thighs, and now she began to squeeze and caress the big tits Lynette had so shamefully sucked on. Feeling herself, further arousing herself, Olive slowly shook her head and made Lynette almost burst with pride by saying, "God damn, you're a beautiful girl. No wonder my boyfriend wants to fuck you so bad he can taste it. Come here, Red. Come here and let me have a taste of your cunt."
Lynette moved slowly toward the couch. Olive helped her the last few timid steps, putting her hands on her firm, slender flanks, and when Lynette's knees were touching Olive's, the woman leaned forward and placed a warm, smacking kiss on her cunt.
"Oh, Olive!" exclaimed Lynette, for the singe kiss was entirely electrifying.
"Found your tongue, have you? I never lost mine," Olive said, extending her tongue out of he mouth a surprisingly long distance. Holding Lynette by the hips, she ran the tip of her tongue in quick patterns through Lynette's sparse, red pubic hair.
"Oh, yes! Please kiss my cunt! Please suck my cunt! I've had it done to me before and I love it!" Lynette blurted.
Olive kissed her there again and said, "Oh? And who was the lucky boy or girl who got to this pretty cunt before me?"
"M-My brother kissed me there. We made him do it to both of us. My cousin Betty and me."
Olive laughed, and said, "Mark? You deserve something better than that. A fine cunt like yours deserves some really expert licking and sucking." She leaned forward once again.
Her extraordinarily long tongue came slithering out, making Lynette gasp quite loudly as it entered the top of her slit. She gasped even louder when Olive's tongue wriggled and burrowed and found her clitoris. And then she was writhing, out of control, hanging onto Olive's black-haired head and saying, "Oh! This is just what I've been dreaming about! It feels better than anything else in the world! Oh, Mrs. Cook! Oh, Olive, your tongue feels even better than a cock!"
Olive drew back and licked her lips, smiled up at Lynette and said, "You'll think differently whe you've felt a real, man-sized cock in your cunt. Has your brother fucked you, too?"
"Yes! But Betty made me let him do it."
"And was he the only one?"
"N-No. Russ. Just after I saw him… fuck you!"
"You're a good, honest girl, and you'll get your reward for that."
Olive moved her hands up over Lynette's long, narrow waist to her tits, and there she closed a thumb and forefinger over each of her nipples, shocking the girl with pleasure and drawing her down to her knees. They began to kiss once again. Olive rolled Lynette's nipples between her fingers until the girl could stand it no more. She dropped down to lick and suck at the woman's big tits once again.
"That's nice," Olive purred, "but it's time you got down to business." Olive pushed her down to her flat belly, opened her legs, and now Lynette was kissing her cunt.
The black triangle of knitted string on Olive's cunt was still quite damp. The smell of her cunt through the cloth was quite strong, almost enough to turn Lynette away from her mad, feverish kisses. Through the cloth she could feel Olive's cunt, and a clitoris so large that Lynette couldn't believe it. Suddenly Olive lifted her up from he cunt and was kissing her hard on the mouth, then pulling her down on the couch with a passion that seemed to exceed Lynette's.
"Get your ass right there on the edge of the cushions," Olive firmly told her. "I want that cunt of yours wide open and ready for anything." And then she went down on her knees on the floor, and gave Lynette a lesson in cunt-kissing she would never forget.
Olive swiped up and down through Lynette's nearly-virginal cunt, tasting creamy, wet freshness that kept the juices in her own cunt at the boiling point. Olive had to hold herself back from taking a great big bite out of Lynette's delectably and tender cunt. She gently licked Lynette's tiny clitoris, and slowly increased her sucking, tickling her clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, Olive! Oh, that feels so good! I really did dream about you like this. With your head down between my legs. Oh-h-h, but I never dreamed it would feel so goo-o-o-o-o-d! Oh, Olive! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum-m-m-in!" Lynette squealed, fucking and rolling on Olive's couch, flailing about with her legs and arms, just barely staying on the edge of the cushions.
"Again! I'm gonna do it aga-a-a-ain!" Lynette cried, as the grinning Olive slithered her rapidly waggling tongue down through the girl's slit an burrowed it deeply into her hole.
Olive sucked on her cunt, drank up and swallowed the sweet cunt's gushing juices, and watched each of the teenager's hot contortions. She pushed her tongue farther down, between the girl's provocative buttocks, and then up inside her asshole, making Lynette moan and groan and beg for more with every move she was making. Olive licked her asshole and nibbled her tight cuntlips before getting back to her clit for more sucking. And as she sucked now, Olive loosened the tie of her string bikini bottoms.
Lynette's sensations were overwhelming. Everything she had experienced with sex so far had been exciting, but this was a whole new dimension because it went on and on and on. Over and over again her delicate body was racked with orgasmic ecstasy, each one seeming larger than the last and each one leading on to another. She was babbling incoherently at Olive, one moment begging her to stop, and the very next moment begging her to go on and eat her cunt some more.
"Ur-r-rgh! Ah-h-h-hgh! Yes-s-s! Oh-h-h-h!" Everything Lynette tried to say came out in a strangled groan, as every cell in her body was being wrung out by the wonderfully lascivious kisses that ripped through her crotch and her cunt. He pleasures continued even as Olive moved to her side on the couch. It seemed like a miracle to have the woman's hot body beside her while the sensational suckings continued on in her wide open cunt. Lynette twisted about and flung her arms around Olive to kiss her, when she realized that the black thatch of hair at her side was that of Olive's cunt.
Olive felt the girl's hesitation, but continued with her hungry kisses on Lynette's deliciously orgasming cunt.
Olive's black thatch of cunt hair was coming down on Lynette's face. Her arms were around Olive's hips. The sight of Olive's looming, hairy cunt was frightening to her, the smell of her cunt quite revolting. Olive pushed her cunt tightly against Lynette's panicked face, and Lynette's orgasms continued as she tried to twist away from Olive's big, fleshy cuntlips. She couldn't help but brush her lips against Olive's cunt. And then she couldn't help but lick Olive's cunt. And then her saliva flowed, for the taste of Olive's cunt was entirely seducing. Lynette's arms tightened around Olive's hips as she sucked passionately on Olive's cunt.
Hot! Wet! Exquisite! Lynette covered Olive's black-furred cunt with dripping kisses. She felt insane in her need to do it, sucking and licking an lapping and kissing, and trying her best to make Olive catch up with her in the unceasing stream of orgasms that ripped even more strongly through her body.
Locked in each other's arms and sixty-nining, the woman and girl tumbled down from the couch and went on sucking each other's cunts. "Mmmmm! Mm-m-m-mf!" Groans and the cracking of joints and the smell of hot cunt filled the room as the two of them madly sucked cunt, cumming and cumming as hard as they could, and straining to cum some more. Their bodies were drenched with sweat, and cuntjuice sopped their faces and their crotches as they rolled about on the floor, with their cunts cumming and cumming until at last they collapsed and could come no more.