Polly shed her paisley robe and stepped into the large, two-nozzle shower stall with Wyoma. "We might as well share."
Wyoma turned in surprise. The sudden close proximity of the smaller, sexy, green-eyed woman made her blink rapidly. Somehow, Polly Wilson looked more naked than any woman had a right to be. Suddenly Wyoma was embarrassed by her own nakedness.
Polly closed the stall door. "You like it hot, medium?"
Wyoma was very conscious of Polly's small, voluptuous white body. Her own large tits – hanging like huge white pears on her thin chest seemed ill-formed and pendulous.
How had she gotten here? Everything had happened so naturally, and so fast! They'd met at the park laundromat. Polly had struck up a conversation, they'd chatted, liked each other, agreed to have coffee in the Wilson mobile home. Somehow, a few minutes ago, Polly had stumbled in the kitchen and spilled a tray with cream and sugar onto Wyoma and herself. And Polly had insisted Wyoma shower right away.
Now she was stark naked in the shower with Polly! Polly adjusted the nozzles to spray lower to avoid wetting Wyoma's honey-blonde hair and her own red hair.
Wyoma's blue eyes were drawn to Polly's big nipples and, lower, to the tiny woman's thin patch of tightly curled red pussy hair.
Polly turned on the water, mixing hot with cold till the spray was hot but not scalding. She took up a bar of soap. She smiled and lathered her small, delicate hands.
"Do you like having fun?" Her voice reverberated in the tiled shower stall, competing with the hiss of the water.
"I suppose so." Wyoma was captivated by the strange intensity of Polly's green-eyed gaze. An almost pleasant fear gripped the pit of her stomach. She watched Polly's hands acquire a generous covering of sweet-smelling lather.
"Do you like the sensual aspects of life? Like the sheer pleasure of having hot water needling down on your body now?"
Wyoma nodded. The hot spray was teasing her nipples to full, puffed extension. It made her nipples itchy and spread a slow warmth in her low slung tits.
"Willing to let me soap you?" Polly didn't wait for a reply. Her small hands came up to spread on Wyoma's tits.
Wyoma gasped. She lurched backward against the cool tiles. Her arms jerked half way up to defend her tits, then drooped to her sides. She said, wide-eyed: "What are you doing?"
Polly flashed a sexy, engaging, provocative smile. Her hands returned – unopposed – to Wyoma's tits. Her slippery fingers and palms glided over the full, pointed tit flesh. She followed the lush contours under the big tits, and trailed fingers up to the swollen nipples.
Polly's smile became confidential and knowing. "You know what I'm doing. Feels nice, doesn't it?"
Wyoma's heart was thudding. She licked her lips. She couldn't answer. But she admitted to herself it did feel nice. Very nice! She stood, tense, and watched Polly caress her tits. Her flesh glistened, wet and soapy.
"I'm not a lesbian!" Wyoma said.
Polly giggled. "Neither am I! But I like a little variety. And I know how much fun a woman can be in bed. And I like to play with a woman's body. And I like to give pleasure to a lovely woman like you, whose never done anything like that!"
Polly continued fondling Wyoma's full, taut tits. Now her hands roamed farther – down to the tall woman's slender waist, to the flare of her lean hips, and farther around to the small of her back.
Polly pulled Wyoma close.
Wyoma's breath came fast. She felt strange, as if she wasn't in control of herself, and noted with mild alarm that her arms were enclosing Polly in an embrace… and that her head was lowering for a kiss.
Polly whispered. "Yes, darling." Their mouths touched hesitantly – and then they kissed passionately.
Wyoma sank into a whirlpool of lust. Polly's mouth was so incredibly soft and sweet and hot. She touched tongues and went crazier with lust! She moaned helplessly and pressed her cunt against Polly's cunning hand and fingers. Her clit was inflamed.
The pelting spray had gradually become lukewarm as the hot water was exhausted.
Polly broke the electrifying kiss after a moment. "Let's go into the bedroom."
Wyoma followed. She would have followed the small, daring woman anywhere.
Dripping wet, they got onto the bed and rolled and played on the wide-welted chenille bedspread. Their bodies were dried in a moment.
Polly reclaimed Wyoma's willing mouth. Her hand pressed a finger into Wyoma's slippery cunt, into the deep fuck hole.
Wyoma wriggled and panted. She pulled her mouth free. She asked shakily: "What do you use? A vibrator?"
"If you like, darling. I have vibrators and dildos and all kinds of toys for women. But now I want to go down on you. I want to eat your sweet cunt! I want to drive you crazy!"
Wyoma shivered. "All right. All right. Do it!"
Polly pushed her head between Wyoma's slender thighs. She spread them farther apart and studied the long, pink pussy slit for a few seconds. The cunt lips were slightly parted and the glistening pink flesh showed the large cunt hole, and above it in the groove lurked the swollen pink clit.
Polly smiled to herself. Wyoma had been easy. The woman was pleasure-starved. Her husband was probably getting something on the side somewhere. He would be easy to seduce, too. She and Jim would have a new couple to play with for a few months – until they had to move on again.
Polly blew on Wyoma's slick cunt lips. She smiled at the tall, slender woman's surprised jerk. Then she pressed her face close to the clean, damp cunt and fucked her tongue between the pussy lips.
Wyoma has been startled by the tantalizing breath of air. She lay with one arm across her eyes. She gasped when Polly's tongue slithered into her cunt. She tensed, then relaxed, then stiffened as the snakelike tongue darted up the juicy pink cunt slot to strike at her hard, pea-like clit. The little pleasure organ was stiff under the delicious tongue-stroking. She chewed her lower lip in embarrassed lust.
Polly didn't stop. She pressed forward even more and worked her greedy lips into the juicy pink gorge. She clamped onto Wyoma's clit and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the supersensitive blood-engorged tissues.
Wyoma gasped. "Oh! Oh, hilly! I've never felt anything so good!" She lifted her head to stare in blue-eyed amazement at the way Polly was eating her cunt – wildly, snuffling like an animal, and always sucking the clit, always lashing her tongue-tip over it.
Wyoma let her head drop back to the spread. She gasped loudly. She arched her back and writhed. She dug strong fingers into the bed and panted open-mouthed.
Wyoma was without shame now. Without embarrassment. Polly had swiftly stripped her of those civilized masks. She rocked her hips, working her cunt against Polly's insatiable mouth.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Wyoma moaned.
Polly liked breaking in a new woman this way. Wyoma would go mad when Jim went to work on her with his magic tongue! And, Polly suspected, Wyoma was a strongly oral person.
Wyoma's long, slim legs trembled, and her flat belly sucked and bloated. Her chest heaved. Her melon tits quivered fleshly. Her crinkled nipples were flushed red. They were hot, itchy stones.
Polly continued clit-sucking at a furious pace. She curled her strong, small arms around Wyoma's jerking thighs and held on.
Wyoma was thrashing wildly now! Her long, straight blonde hair was in total disarray. Silky strands were stuck to her sweaty face. She was panting and whimpering loudly, almost beside herself.
A scalding bubble of ecstasy was in her belly and loins, ready to burst. She wanted it to burst and flood her with hot, mind-bending pleasure! Why didn't it burst? Why? Why?
Polly wondered, too. Wyoma should have popped! Then she realized that Wyoma was partially frigid; she'd been taught as a child that sexual pleasure – climaxes – were evil, dirty, not nice. She had to be triggered over the edge with a new sensation.
Polly quickly skated a finger into the cum juice that was oozing from the lower part of. Wyoma's spasming pussy slit. She pressed the fingertip into the small, tight, puckered ass-hole a few inches lower in Wyoma's musky crotch.
Wyoma quivered violently. She couldn't believe Polly was finger-fucking her asshole. It was obscenely ticklish. It was so exciting!
Abruptly, the shimmering bubble of hot sexual tension in her guts tore open and shattered her soul! She drew a wavering breath and screamed! She shuddered violently. Great, racking spasms rippled through her sweat sheened naked body. She dug her fingers into her tits and continued screaming! Her face and neck and chest flushed vividly with red mottled patterns.
Polly shivered with excitement at having triggered such wild abandon in Wyoma. The woman was hers now! Wyoma would never be able to forget this moment and the woman who gave it to her. She clung like a leech to Wyoma's bucking loins and kept her hot, working mouth glued to the convulsing, juice spraying cunt.
Wyoma almost lost consciousness in the welter of ecstasy. She was dizzy! All of her blood seemed concentrated in her swollen, glowing tits and red, stiff nipples – and in her engorged pussy. Her cunt was spasming insanely, its sheath of muscles flushed and strong, hungering for a giant cock to milk and massage.
But the rapture ebbed, and finally Wyoma lay exhausted, limp as a wet dishrag, sighing endlessly, her eyes dull blue.
Polly patted her on the belly. "You're sticky with sweat, darling. Better shower again. Come on."
Wyoma obeyed, in a daze. A few minutes later she sat on the bed, legs akimbo, sipping a cup of hot black coffee Polly had just handed her.
Polly went into the bathroom to shower, saying: "Don't get dressed! There's more fun to come."
Wyoma's mind darted from guilt to joy, from lust to denial. She thought about the overwhelming pleasure Polly had given her, and her hand shook. She used both hands to bring the coffee cup to her lips. She was afraid again of herself, of Polly.
But Wyoma didn't dress and flee the mobile home. She waited on the big bed for more fun.
Polly emerged from the bathroom a moment later, patting a big yellow towel to her skin. "How do you feel about giving me what I gave you?" She climbed onto the bed.
"I've never…" Wyoma took a deep breath. "I'll try." Without having to be urged, she moved into Polly's embrace and sought a kiss.
But Polly put a finger against Wyoma's lips. "I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to kiss me passionately. You're going to feel me all up. You're going to put two or three fingers in my cunt. Yes, in my cunt! And you're going to suck on my nipples and lick my belly and ass. You're going to lick my cunt and kiss it and press your face tight against it and stick your tongue inside and lick my big clit! You're going to suck my clit! You're going to do all that and more! Aren't you, Wyoma?"
Wyoma was appalled and stunned and excited by the crude instructions. She nodded and whispered: "Yes."
"You're going to lick in my cunt and suck on my clit until I come at least three times. And you're going to love doing it, aren't you?"
Wyoma nodded. She licked her lips.
"Then, do it, darling. Do it!"
Wyoma hesitated. Before her lay Polly Wilson – a petite thirtyish woman with very large, rounded tits for her figure. Polly's short red hair, glittering green eyes and soft, sensuous mouth were captivating. Her rounded thighs were casually open, showing fully the triangle of red curls and the wet lips of her cunt.
Wyoma made a small whimpering sound and kissed Polly hungrily on the mouth. She seemed to drink courage from Polly's sweet mouth. She moaned with reawakened lust and let her hands roam Polly's compact, luscious little body.
Over and over, Wyoma thought, I'm going to eat her hot, wet cunt! I'm going to taste her pussy juices! I'm going to make her come!
Wyoma shivered with new-found freedom. She speared her tongue into Polly's hot, yielding mouth and was even more aroused than before. She liked being the aggressor! She liked being the one who acted first!
Wyoma slid her hands onto the smaller woman's big his. They felt so warm! And the nipples were like rubber thimbles. She had an urge to suck on them.
Why not? She was the one who decided! She broke the hot kiss with Polly and tongued her way to a big reddish-brown nipple. She immediately closed her lips on it and liked the feel of it in her mouth. She licked the tit tip and sucked hard. She continued.
Polly sighed with pleasure. "Ummm. I knew you'd be a natural tit-sucker."
Wyoma lifted her head. She fingered back fallen strands of her long blonde hair. Her blue eyes glowed now.
"You don't know the half of it. You ought to see me suck my husband! I love to suck cock, but he isn't into oral sex much. I mean, he never does."
She returned to sucking on Polly's big nipples, first one, then the other. She licked around on the crinkled red areola, then slurped the nipple into the tight vise of her lips and teeth. She sucked hard, causing Polly to arch her back and hiss with delight.
At the same time, Wyoma let herself revel in the feel of the big, silky, milk-white tits she cradled in her hands. She caressed and fondled her tits, marveling at the smoothness of the skin, the spongy softness. She estimated idly, as she sucked, that Polly must wear a 38-C bra. And Polly couldn't be more than an inch over five feet tall! Quite a load of tits to carry.
Polly squirmed slowly, contentedly, luxuriously, as Wyoma continued to suck her nipples. "You do that so well. I would like to see you suck your husband."
Wyoma chuckled as she licked and sucked. Polly would be terrified of Ken. That monster cock of his would send her running!
Wyoma slid a hand boldly down onto Polly's soft belly, and farther onto the red thatch. She eased her middle finger farther – to the oozing lips of the small woman's hot cunt.
Wyoma realized this was what a man must feel when he made love to a woman. She pressed gently and her fingertips entered the slippery cunt crack. She found Polly's big clit immediately. It felt like a hot, ripe grape. She stroked her clit slowly and wondered what it would be like to get her mouth down there and get that big, swollen clit between her lips.
Polly's squirming continued. She was breathing faster. "That's getting to me."
Wyoma decided to do it! She gave Polly's big, bulging tits a few kisses and then shifted lower on the bed. She awkwardly moved between Polly's lush thighs and stared at the drooling cunt she was going to eat. It smelled of perfume and soap and woman.
Polly made it easier. She reached down and used both hands to pull open the cunt lips. She said, laughing: "Okay, darling, let me feel that virgin tongue of yours."
Wyoma brushed her hair back and then stuck her tongue out. She inched closer. Her tongue flicked against the wide, pink, glistening pussy gash. She instantly tasted the secretions and decided they didn't taste bad at all. She nestled her face tighter into the warm valley between Polly's silky white thighs. She licked more firmly, more boldly. She ran her tongue over Polly's straining clit and was rewarded by hearing a jagged breath and feeling a small jump in the woman's hips.
Polly said with a quiet urgency: "More tongue."
Wyoma decided to give her a lot more tongue! She pressed her open mouth against the juicy, spread cunt and lashed the big clit. She flipped it up and down, then sideways. She decided to explore. She delved her tongue lower, into the gaping red and pink pussy, and tasted the flow of tangy cunt juices accumulated there. She stabbed her tongue as deeply as she could into Polly's cunt and felt the opening quiver.
Polly moaned and began undulating her cunt against Wyoma's eager, willing mouth. "God, I wish you had a nine-inch tongue!"
Wyoma chuckled and kept on licking, swirling her tongue, now returning to the prominent clit. At last she pressed her nose into Polly's thatch and closed her lips on the sensitive clit. She drew the pink, taut clit into her mouth with a strong suctioning action, and pushed her tongue over the throbbing surface with greater force.
Polly rocked her hips faster. "Ummm! Yes! Oh, you're so talented! Suck it! Ohhh, yes! Yesss! Don't stop that!" She quivered. She gasped loudly. Her belly suddenly locked and jumped frantically. "I'm coming!"
Wyoma was thrilled and amazed. So soon! Why, this was so simple! So easy! She kept on sucking and tongue-lashing Polly's thrumming clit. It seemed to have swelled and acquired an extra hardness.
Polly panted. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! I can go off more than once! Ohhhh, yes!" Her hands gave up holding apart the lips of her cunt for Wyoma. She locked her fingers into Wyoma's silky blonde hair and pulled her face even tighter. She growled with intense pleasure. She jerked her cunt faster and harder against Wyoma's rocking head. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Suck! Suck hard!"
Wyoma couldn't get air. Her lungs began to burn. Her head was imprisoned in a soft vise as Polly's thighs closed in.
Polly panted and growled and quivered. Then she realized Wyoma was struggling and needed air. She let her disengage.
Wyoma rested her head on Polly's thigh and sucked deep gasps of air.
Polly said: "I'm sorry darling. I got carried away. It's so damned good!"
Wyoma smiled. "I know! Just let me come up for air once in a while." She drew an extra deep breath and let it out slowly. "Do you want more now?"
"Oh, do I!" Polly opened her milky thighs. She was delighted with Wyoma. "You sweet darling! You've earned something special in a few minutes."
Wyoma settled into the easy, breathless task of sucking Polly off again. She thought this afternoon was going to be a turning point in her life.