Lynette felt weak but very wonderful when Olive helped her back up onto the couch. She felt very giggly good as she sat and talked with the sexy woman.
"That was so great!" Lynette said. "I never thought I'd like eating pussy, but once I got started I just couldn't stop. You sure do have a big clit, Olive. Do you think mine will ever be that big?"
Olive was leaning back comfortable on the couch, with her eyes half closed and her legs spread apart. Her cunthair was matted down from Lynette's kisses and from her own overflowe juices, and her cunt could be clearly seen. Her cunt had long, thick, deep pink lips, and between them was the tip of her clit that Lynette had sucked on with such gusto. Her tits, big and globular, hung down heavily. Lynette sat close beside her, looking with pride at the woman she'd learned so much from, and whom she'd satisfied just as much as she'd been satisfied herself.
"Exercise, that's what does it," Olive said. "Lots of fucking, lots of sucking, and someday your clit will be as big as mine."
"But I'll never have tits as big and nice as yours. Could I touch your tits again?"
"Be my guest. But don't expect to get anything out of it. After this morning with Russ and this afternoon with you – you sexy doll – I'm bushed."
"Such big tits," Lynette sighed, lifting and fondling her two tanned tits, gently fingering their big brown nipples.
"Believe me, you're better off with tits. Big tits like mine can get in the way. On the other hand, big tits like mine attract men. But even with your sweet tits, you've managed to attract hell out of my boyfriend. He wants to fuck you, Lynette. And he knows how to fuck a gal, believe me."
"Why would anyone want me when they alread have you? Is it okay if I touch your clit again?"
Olive obligingly parted her legs wider and said, "It's time you had a real man's cock in you. Russ is okay, but he doesn't really know what he's doing yet."
"Is your clit getting bigger? Oooo, it's so nice and slippery and warm! And, Olive, it tasted so good!"
"I'll make you a deal," Olive said. "I'll arrange for my boyfriend to show you a really good fuck if you'll help me with a nice sex party here."
"Sure," said Lynette. "Whatever you say Olive? Could I just taste your clit one more time? I've got to go home and cook dinner for Betty and Mark, but before I go, could I just taste your clit one more time?"
Olive gave her permission and Lynette kneeled on the couch. As she bent over the big thatch of hair on Olive's cunt, Olive fondled and squeezed Lynette's tits warmly. The tip of Lynette's tongue was tickling the tip of Olive's clitoris as Olive said, "You get your cousin Betty over here with me tomorrow, and I'll take care of the rest of it. Then I'll give you some real fucking, and if you take to that as well as you've taken to cunt-kissing, you'll be one of the damnedest sex pots in the world."
When Lynette went home, Betty and Mark were already there. They were on the couch in front of the TV, holding hands and sitting close together looking with smug satisfaction at, Lynette. Lynette was dying to tell Betty what had happened to her that afternoon, but of course it was no time to do so when tattle-tale Mark was there. Instead Lynette started dinner, looking forward to telling Betty later, when they were alone in her bed. Lynette might also demonstrate some of the things she'd learned from the next door neighbor.
Betty insisted that Lynette serve them dinner on the couch, where she fed Mark his meal bite by bite while he sat there with the same smug grin on his face. Betty kept kissing and hugging him all through dinner and continued to do so while Lynette cleared the dishes away. Mark kept trying to put his hand inside Betty's blouse or up under her skirt, and Betty kept giggling and pushing it away, and then whispering into his ear. It wasn't even nine o'clock when they got up from the couch and said they were going to bed, once again warning Lynette that if she said anything at all about what had gone on at the house, they'd get her in a great deal of trouble. And it was Mark's bed they went to, and Lynette was again left alone.
She put on her pajamas and sat down to watch television. She was feeling very good. It didn't bother her a bit to pass by the door of Mark's bedroom and hear her brother and cousin giggling away. Promptly at ten o'clock she turned out the lights and went to bed, but before she had fallen asleep, she heard a tapping at her window. Olive Cook was out there, smiling and motioning her to raise the window.
"Hi," she said, leaning her arms and her big, heavy tits on Lynette's windowsill. "I was sort of expecting you by for another visit."
"I didn't want to bother you."
"You'd never be a bother to me. Mind if I come in? I wanted to tell you it's all arranged for Betty's coming out party tomorrow, if you can get rid of your brother."
Lynette helped Olive in through her window. The brunette was wearing the thinnest, sheerest, altogether sexiest black lace negligee Lynette had ever seen. She sat down on Lynette's flouncy pink bed and told her about her plans, holding Lynette's hand as she did and eliciting many soft giggles from the red-haired teenager.
"It sounds like a super plan!" said Lynette. "And it's just the right thing for Betty."
"You sure do look pretty in those green pajamas, Lynette. Me they made out of silk?" Olive asked, feeling the material from Lynette's knee to her groin.
"That's an awfully nice negligee you've got on," Lynette responded. "Real sexy."
"Your skin looks best on you," Olive said, an she began opening the buttons of Lynette's pajama top. "I sure would like to play with your tits before you go to sleep, honey. Do you mind?"
Olive shivered and moved closer to Lynette, and began sucking on her tits. The woman's hands were very hot on the girl's tender flesh as she felt the contours of Lynette's waist and eased her pajama bottoms down over her hips. She moved up to fondle the times she was kissing. Lynette was quickly becoming excited, but in her inexperience, she was afraid to make a move. She felt her cunt getting wet and her ass getting itchy and her tits swelling up in Olive's mouth, while, the warm, slithery tongue of her newest and dearest friend swirled and lashed at her pebble-hard nipples.
When Olive at last sat up, she looked more aroused than Lynette felt. She was panting and her eyes were glinting as she said, "Lift up your hips, pretty baby, and let your lover get these pajamas off?"
Lynette did as she was told. Olive's hands were all a tremble as she stripped the girl. Olive flipped on Lynette's bedside lamp and had the gir stand before her, as she sat on the bed and ran her hands over Lynette's slim body, gazing up at her adoringly.
"You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. If I had any sense, I'd keep you all to myself."
"But you promised," said Lynette. "Your plans for tomorrow, and then getting your boyfriend to fuck me."
"I know. I know. And I'll keep my promise, unless you let me out of it. Unless I can prove you don't need any other kind of fucking but the kind you cap get from me."
"Tongue-fucking? That's great. But I think I'll always like cock-fucking better."
Olive grinned and pulled Lynette down on the bed beside her. "Those aren't the only ways to fuck. I know another way that you'll like even better. I'd show it to you, except it's so bad."
"Bad?"
Olive nodded her head. She hugged Lynette and kissed her mouth and tits and said, "It's so bad I ought to be spanked for even telling you about it. But it's so good you'll forget all about wanting a cock in your cunt when I've done it to you."
"Then you'll do it?" said Lynette. "Now?"
"Sure. If you'll spank me first."
"Spank you? Me? Spank you? What for?"
Olive fidgeted about, still caressing Lynette's naked body. "A nice spanking gets me in the right kind of mood. Especially when it's done by a pretty thing like you. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you do… look out, cause then you'll get a fucking that will make you forget all about big old cocks."
Lynette just laughed. "Oh, that's silly. How could I forget about something I think about all the time? But if you want a spanking, I'll give it to you."
Olive shivered hotly and stood up. She slipped the straps of her lacy black negligee down and let it fall, and the moment Lynette saw her big, naked tits she forgot about spankings and fuckings and everything, till she'd liberally kissed and sucked Olive's tits. Olive was hard-pressed to stop Lynette's kisses. But when she did, she had Lynette sit well back on the bed. Then she lay stomach-down across the girl's thighs.
"Gee, you have a nice bottom, Olive," said Lynette, as she felt her naked asscheeks. They were so very round and soft, so beautifully shaped, reminding Lynette very much of Olive's tits. Olive's ass was almost blubbery in its softness, but each time Lynette took her hands from her ass, they bounced back to their perfectly spherical shape. They were big, and they were so very sof and nice that Lynette could quite easily part them widely with the fingers of her hand.
In the very bottom of the deep groove between Olive's tanned asscheeks was her asshole, a deeply puckered orifice, delicately tinged with brown. Olive moaned and writhed on Lynette's lap as the girl touched her asshole. "That's the first place I ever got fucked," said Lynette, and she pushed her finger inside.
"Ahh! Oh, my God! Oh, you angel!" Olive gasped, twisting and turning on Lynette's naked thighs and clutching hard at the bedspread.
"Do you like to be fucked in the asshole?" said Lynette, worming her finger in and out of Olive's tight asshole, pleased at the way she was making Olive excited.
"Ur-r-rgh! Ah-h-hgh! Jesus… Christ!" Olive muttered, writhing still harder on Lynette's lap.
"I like it best right here," Lynette told her, and taking her finger out from Olive's asshole, she inserted it and one other in Olive's very wet cunt.
"Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh!" Lynette could feel each of Olive's very rhythmic moanings as well as hear them, for each time Olive moaned her belly got hard as a rock against Lynette's thigh. Lynette giggled softly and kept working her fingers around in Olive's fever-hot cunt, and then massaging her.
"Still want me to spank you?" she asked.
"Uh! Oh-h-h! Yes!"
If she wanted a spanking, Lynette was willing to help her out. Olive's asscheeks quivered and shook under the forceful blows of Lynette's open hand. Olive was all but tearing up the bedspread with her fingernails and toenails and teeth, apparently in great pain, but still raising her lovely ass up for more of Lynette's hard spankings. Lynette kept it up till her hand was sore and Olive was up on her hands and elbows, whimpering and moaning and rubbing hard at her big, hairy cunt.
"You've had enough now?" Lynette said.
"Ur-rgh! Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h!"
Lynette slipped out from under her and went to the closet, where she got a section of the fishing pole her father had given her for Christmas. It was nice and limber and about a foot and a half long. As Lynette laid it smartly across Olive's lovely soft asscheeks, they seemed to do an enchanting dance.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Eek! Oh! Yes! I love you! I love it!" screamed Olive.
"Keep quiet or Betty and Mark will hear." Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Mmf! Nng! Mrnf! Mmf! Mmf!"
"That's better."
Olive's ass was all red and raw. And her finger must have been sore, too, for several times Lynette's fishing rod had cracked against them while Olive was up on her elbows and knees, madly rubbing at her cunt and her asshole. But Olive showed no signs of team at all when Lynette tossed aside the fishing rod and jumped onto the bed beside her. If anything, the very brisk spanking had increased her ardor for Lynette, for she dragged the girl down beside her and covered her giggling face with kisses, saying, "Good God, what a beautiful spanking! Now you're going to get a fucking you'll never forget! It'll change your life." Olive grabbed a pillow, which she placed under Lynette's ass.
"M-m-m-m. Mm-m-m-m. Beautiful!" Olive said through her kisses, at the sight of Lynette's red-fringed cunt sticking up into the air. Olive's glowing, hot ass remained high in the air as she kissed Lynette's cunt in a fever of passion. She twitched and jerked and moaned as Lynette pinched and patted her ass.
"This is nice," said Lynette, lying back and stretching languorously under Olive's sucking kisses. "It's real nice. But I thought you were going to fuck me."
Olive stopped kissing Lynette's cunt and said, "You bet your sweet ass I am! Spread your legs and hold still… for now."
Lynette's long, slim legs were spread wide open, and Olive kneeled between them, rapidly rubbing her black-thatched cunt as she did so. Olive's hair was in disarray and there was a wild look in her eyes, but she was still a lovely sight to behold as she moved cunt forward, her big tits swinging toward the eager, smiling girl.
"Now hold your cuntlips wide open. Like this." Olive showed Lynette how, parting her thick, crimson cuntlips widely with her finger and thumb, fully exposing her outlandishly big clitoris.
Lynette followed suit, spreading out her tight, pink cuntlips and fully revealing the sweet, tiny nubbin of her pretty clitoris. "I still wish mine was as big as yours."
"It's big enough. Hold still."
Lynette was able to hold still, but Olive was not. She was in such a state of agitation that her hips were twitching and shaking as she carefully lowered her pelvis down on top of Lynette's, looking avidly down as their cunts came together like widely parted mouths.
"Ah-h-h," Olive sighed, as their clits made perfect contact, made more perfect still by the circular movements of Olive's hips. "There! Isn't that the greatest?"
"Feels nice!"
"Let's fuck!" Olive said, and she began to mov her body.
Olive's fine body was arched back like a bow to make better cunt-to-cunt contact. Her position gave Lynette ample opportunity to play with her lovely, big tits. This, plus the clitoral contact, already had Olive in a lovely state of constant orgasmic pleasure, a state which Lynette was quite willing to share with her.
"Oh, Olive! It does feel nice! And getting better all the time!"
"Nng! Nggg! Ahh!"
Their cunts were squelching together wetly, very hot and very open. Olive's clitoris was rubbing wetly and directly against Lynette's while Olive continued to cum and cum.
"I'm on fire! My cunt's on fire!" said the gasping, sweating Olive, fucking the supine girl with ragged vigor.
"Your clit feels as big as a finger!"
"Ur-r-r-r-rgh! Oh, R-r-r-r-rgh!" Olive's orgasms became too intense for her, and she suddenly toppled off Lynette's thrusting body. Rolled up in a ball on the bed, she continued to cum by herself as she clutched at her cunt with both hands. Lynette spread her knees and squatted down over Olive's contorting face, taking full advantage of Olive's raging passion as she rubbed her cunt against Olive's hot mouth. Finally, Olive collapsed in exhaustion.
"That was just super," said Lynette, when her passions were sated and Olive was lying on her bed in a smiling daze. "I like cunt-fucking a lot, but I'd still rather have a cock in my cunt. You better go now, Olive. I want to get plenty of sleep so I'll be ready for Betty's party tomorrow."
Lynette had to help Olive out the window, and the naked brunette walked unsteadily home.