Barbara answered the doorbell, wearing a negligee and looking slightly disheveled. An aura of sex hung about her. Sarah was a trifle surprised that a housewife would answer the door in that attire, for the negligee was transparent and Barbara's big, curly cuntal bush was visible through the material. Barbara peered at Sarah as if she were studying her. Then she smiled.
"Come on in," she said.
Sarah stepped in. Two men in bathrobes were standing at a bar in the corner. This, like the negligee, surprised Sarah. It dawned on her that this might not be a chaste matron of the suburbs.
"Come on into the other room," Barbara said. Turning to the two men, she said, "Excuse us for a moment, will you?"
She also winked at them, but Sarah didn't see that.
Sarah followed sexy Barbara into a wood paneled room and sat down in the proffered chair. Barbara stood in front of the chair, lighting a cigarette. She put one foot up on the seat beside Sarah, her thigh coming out of the folds of her robe and, pushing it open, revealing a glimpse of dark cunt hair and the pink slit that bisected her bush.
Sarah averted her gaze.
Sarah had figured out that Steve had exposed his cock and balls by design, rather than accident, but in this case she figured it must be an accident. This was another woman and quite obviously heterosexual, since she had two bathrobed men in her house, and so there was no possible reason why she should be putting her pussy on display by design.
Sarah knew there were lesbians lurking about – she had even encountered one earlier that morning – but in her naive innocence, she did not know about bi-sexual women.
"What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. And to you, she added, silently.
"I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund."
"Is that a fact? You must be something of an expert on assholes, in that case."
"Well, not really. Not at all, actually. I'm just taking up the collection."
"Still, I imagine you know more about the subject than the average person. I'll be glad to contribute to such a good cause, but first I wonder if you could have a look at my asshole and tell me if it looks all right."
Sarah was flustered.
"I really don't think…" she began, but before she could finish her protest, this remarkable woman had turned around, bent over, pulled up her negligee and flipped her ass into Sarah's face.
Sarah, finding herself confronted by that shapely, heart-shaped bottom, could do little else but look. Because Barbara was bending over with her legs spread, Sarah was also looking at her cunt, which was pink and juicy.
"Well?" Barbara asked.
"It looks fine," said Sarah.
"I just had a couple dicks stuck up there, you see… that's why I was wondering."
Now that she had that brought to her attention, Sarah could indeed see that a trickle of spunk was running down Barbara's crotch from between her nether cheeks. Barbara pushed her ass back further. They were, in effect, cheek to cheek. "I don't think they damaged you," Sarah said.
"Oh, I know that. I've had plenty of prick up there in the past. I just wanted your expert opinion on how my ass looked is all, how it looked to a man about to bugger it."
"It looks very… errr… inviting."
"Might's well have a look at my cunt, too, while you're here," Barbara suggested.
Sarah, who was not stupid – despite her innocence – saw that this situation had certain erotic overtones, but she was, after all, a guest in the woman's home and the woman's pussy was right there. So it was no trouble to look.
Barbara was saying, "It looks fine to me, in the mirror, but a second opinion is always wise, don't you think?"
She reached down and spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, so that Sarah was gazing at the dark inner folds. Sarah had never looked closely up a pussy before, and she found herself intrigued by the sight. She also found it strangely stimulating, although she had no idea why that should be, since she wasn't a man.
"It's… very nice," she said.
"Does it look tasty?"
"Errr… I suppose, to a man…"
"Good," Barbara said. She stood up and turned around, placing her foot once again on the chair beside Sarah's leg. "I do love to get eaten out, so I'm glad to know my cunt looks delectable. But then, I suppose every woman feels that way."
Sarah, turning red, said, "I suppose so. I've never been sucked off, myself… but the idea is exciting."
"What? A beautiful blonde like you? Never been gobbled? That's hard to believe."
Because this woman was so forthright, Sarah felt less ill at ease than she normally might have under the circumstances. She said, "In fact, a man was going to eat me just a few minutes ago, but his wife interrupted us. It left me in a terrible state. My pussy is as wet as… as yours."
"You poor thing!"
"Well, it can't be helped," Sarah said.
"Of course it can!"
"What did you… have in mind?" Sarah asked cautiously.
"I'd be glad to suck you off, if you need it," said Barbara.
"Gee, are you… a lesbian?"
"Naw. Lesbians are disgusting. They fall in love and things. I'm just a cuntsucker, pure and simple."
Sarah didn't know what to say. She wanted very much to get sucked off and this woman was tremendously exciting, but Sarah had always supposed that it would be a man's tongue that first got to probe her snatch. Still, a tongue was a tongue. A tongue was sexless and an orgasm was an orgasm… The thought of having that pretty face between her thighs caused her to tingle.
"What do you say? Want some head, honey?"
"Oh, gee… I… I'd like it, but…"
Barbara was not going to waste time in argument or seduction, fox she saw how close to the edge this pretty blonde was wavering. She smiled and said. "Just a minute. I'll lock the door so those guys won't bother us."
She moved to the door.
Sarah felt a bit more comfortable with the door locked. She wouldn't want to have a man walk in and catch her with a woman's head between her legs.
She didn't know that Barbara had merely clicked the lock, without really fastening it.
Barbara came back and stood in front of Sarah. "Why don't you take your clothes off?" she said.
"Would you… expect me to suck you, too?" Sarah asked, not at all sure what she thought about that.
"Only if you want to."
Sarah was remembering how her cuntjuice had tasted when she'd licked and sucked her fingers. She was sure that it would taste much better, all hot and bubbling as it came flowing out of a juicy cunt. Her indecision was evident to Barbara who, not wanting to risk losing pussy by demanding head, said, "I'll do you first, then you can dome if you want to, okay?" Sarah bit her lip. I don't know if I ought to do this, she thought.
But even as she thought that her head slowly nodded in the affirmative and her fingers started to unfasten the buttons down the front of her blouse.
Sarah opened the blouse halfway down, then paused. She expected the other girl to make some move, but Barbara just looked at her, smiling slightly as she saw the full, deep cleavage exposed at the opening of the blouse. Sarah realized then that Barbara was not going to help her undress, that she probably wouldn't even kiss her or use much foreplay. Barbara was going to suck her off and that was that – no frills and no embellishments. And in a curious way, this made Sarah much more agreeable to the idea.
Sarah didn't want to be seduced by another woman – to snuggle and pet and act romantic. That would have been too perverted for her taste. But she did want to get sucked off – oh, how she wanted that! And to accept the girl's tongue as an object of pure lust and satiation, rather than an implement of love, appealed to her in her uncertainty.
Perhaps Barbara had foreseen that. At any rate, she merely waited, and after a moment's hesitation, Sarah unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and took it off.
Barbara cupped Sarah's full tits, pushing them together and lifting them. Then she bent down and commenced to lick Sarah's nipples and run her tongue up her cleavage. She puffed like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream, and as she tongued the starter-buttons of Sarah's nipples, Sarah began to shiver and throb.
"Take… your… skirt… off," Barbara murmured, pausing for a taste of nipple between each word.
Sarah unzipped her skirt. Hiking her hips up, she pushed it down.
"Your panties, too," Barbara urged.
Sarah squirmed out of her panties, the crotch of which was soaking wet by this time, so that when she kicked them from her ankle they fluttered like a parachute in the air, the filmy body settling over the heavier, dampened crotch.
She leaned back, legs parted, nervous about it but still eager to get a tongue working on her clit and slot. Barbara, however, lingered over her boobs for awhile, licking and kneading those firm spheres. It reminded Sarah of how she, herself, had lingered over Steve's balls and stalk before she got down to the business of sucking on his peckerhead. That remembrance brought renewed surge of fiery urgency to her crotch.
She figured maybe she had better stimulate Barbara a bit, just to make sure that girl did not lose interest or, perhaps, decide that titty-sucking was sufficient. Barbara was still standing, bowing over Sarah's tits like a parent over a cradle. Her long legs were parted. Sarah hadn't yet made up her mind whether she intended to suck some cunt, herself, but she had no qualms about fondling a juicy pussy.
She ran her hand up the inside of Barbara's thigh and began to pet and stroke the girl's flooded twat.
Barbara's greedy quim sucked at Sarah's fingers. Sarah began to finger-fuck her. Barbara gave a little gasp of desire at the sensation, and just as Sarah had hoped it would, the caress made her horny for cunt.
Barbara sank to her knees between Sarah's legs. Sarah pushed her belly, out and up, rolling her lush hips from side to side.
Barbara gazed at her cunt for a moment, licking her lips in happy anticipation as she saw that her visitor's pussy was gaping open in a pink oval, the slot filled with creamy cuntjuice and the clit-bud jutting out, taut and tingling.
Then she lowered her face to Sarah's crotch.
She used just the tip of her tongue, at first, running it up Sarah's cuntlips and dipping it into the hot hole and coiling it around the rigid clit, while Sarah squirmed and moaned with pleasure. Then Barbara fitted her lips to Sarah's cuntlips an began to suck with relish.
Ecstasy surged through Sarah, sweeping across her belly and up her thighs and centering in her crotch. Why on earth had she denied herself a pleasure of this degree for so long? she wondered with some vague part of her mind that was still able to think about things other than the immediate sensation of a stabbing tongue and slurping lips.
After a moment, Barbara raised her head and looked up at Sarah's face, her eyebrows raised.
"Ohhh, yes," Sarah sighed.
Barbara grinned, pleased at having introduced a new girl to the joys of cuntsucking.
And that was when Sarah knew that without a doubt, she was going to be gobbling some pussy, herself, before this remarkable day ended.
But first she wanted to get her rocks off. She had to – her blood felt like molten lava as it stirred through her veins, carrying lumps of lust like igneous rock through her system. She was panting like a steam engine; there was a humming in her ears; her vision was blurred; all her senses seemed numbed but for the wonderful feeling in her flooded crotch.
She arched back in the chair, hiking her belly up and raising her pussy to a higher angle – tilting her nubile pelvis like a serving tray upon which that delicacy was offered to her hungry friend. She began to finger her own nipples and her face switched from side to side as her hips squirmed. She was manifesting pure lust in these movements, and it electrified Barbara to see how hot her tongue had made this gorgeous charity worker.
Although Barbara was jaded from countless depravities, it still thrilled her to introduce a woman to oral sex for the first time. She was glad that she had taken Sarah into this room alone, winking at her two male lovers to let them know she wanted them to wait before they joined in.
They would come, in time.
But for the moment, that juicy cunt was all hers, and she lowered her face, once more to the flooded slot. She began to mouth Sarah's twat in a changing pattern, much as Sarah had experimented with the various different methods of licking and sucking Steve's dick. She ran her tongue up the gash, flutter-kissed the clitoris, stabbed in and out with a fucking motion. She sucked on the flooded hole and on the tingling clit. Dipping lower, she slipped her tongue into the crack of Sarah's ass and came slurping up with a long, moist stroke that fluttered from asshole to clit.
Then she used her hands as well as her mouth. She held Sarah's cunt wide-open as she tonguefucked it. She rolled her clitoris in her fingers, rubbed it with her palm, then began to finger-fuck her hole with three fingers while she clamped her lips upon the burning clit and started a steady sucking that was designed to bring the buxom blonde to orgasm.
Sarah was sobbing and gasping, panting and whimpering. Her hips worked like pistons at one moment, then seemed to have frozen into position, holding steady while she arched her back. She pushed her crotch out, then tucked it in. She twisted her pelvis, rotating, then pumped it straight up and down. Cuntjuice was gushing from her now, running onto Barbara's lips and tongue in a steady flow. Barbara used her tongue like a spoon, curling the edges up and dipping into the juicy hole for a tongueful of slippery nectar – like a ladle, stiffened, stirring the swampy cauldron; like a knife, spreading the creamy oil; like a fork, stabbing into the tender feast. Her fingers churned around in Sarah's cunt, scissoring and twisting as they pushed in and out with that regular fucking motion. Her wrist was tilted and she screwed her fingers up the hot cunt as if she were literally digging the orgasm from Sarah's loins.
Sarah began to cry aloud, losing control of herself.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, repeating the sound and then, as she soared to the heights, elongating the same sound: "Ohhhhhh!"
"Come, baby… come…" Barbara murmured, speaking right up that hairy cunt so that the words echoed in the sounding-box of Sarah's loins.
Sarah came.
Long waves of pure joy rushed through her belly and crashed into her twat as her pussy melted and her cunt fluid flooded into Barbara's eager mouth.
Barbara slurped the cunt juice from Sarah's pussy voraciously, gulping it down with rare greed; Sarah shuddered at the peak for long, blessed moments. Then she went limp, feeling as if all her vitality had been dragged from her cunt, leaving her hollow and drained.
Barbara continued to mouth her cunt until she was certain that she had milked every last spasm of lust and every last trickle of cuntjuice from her lover. Then she stopped sucking but continued to slowly run her tongue up the emptied cunt, without passion now, but with affection for this pussy that had given her such a succulent feast.
And if that gentle tonguing happened to get Sarah hot again, Barbara was perfectly willing to suck her off a second time.
But now Sarah had different ideas.
Abandoned to lust, Sarah wanted to suck some cunt, herself.