After the two boys left Karen and Maude remained naked lying on the livingroom floor. It was most comfortable and Karen enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave her. Maude had poured them two stiff drinks of whiskey and when Karen downed hers it sent a shock wave boiling through her body. Blinding back tears, she forced the rest of the drink down and set the glass aside. The alcohol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade earthquakes. And something else she felt – her body was seething with desire. Wow, did straight whiskey do that to a person? She decided it did.
"Maude?" Karen asked, her voice soft, but strong and persuasive too.
Maude looked at her and Karen suddenly felt like a frightened rabbit, quivering. Maude knew what Karen wanted, and Karen knew she did.
Maude shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples hardened visibly. She crossed her arms and cuddled herself as if she were suddenly cold.
Karen felt wildly loose, uninhibited, and hot. She didn't know if any of the things she had read about would help her or not. She hoped they would, but the only thing that mattered was Maude and making her like it. Karen was thinking about how Maude's naked body would feel, pressed against hers… hot, soft, smooth, and desirable.
"Maude?" Karen asked, frightened.
Karen wanted to say something more, but she didn't dare speak. She looked into Maude's brown eyes, and saw all the pent-up passion still lurking there. As gently as a butterfly, Karen brought her mouth to Maude's. Maude's lips felt hot and dry against hers as they touched, and an electric current seemed to flow between them. Karen felt Maude's muscles ease and relax, felt Maude move her arm, felt her slide her hands hesitantly up Karen's own arm.
Maude moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as if the sound was for Karen's ears alone.
Mentally, Karen was comparing Maude with the men she'd felt. Where the men had been hard, Maude was soft. Where the men had been rough, Maude was smooth. Maude was smooth all over, hairless where George and the two boys were hairy. Maude was warming rapidly and Karen shivered slightly at the thought. She liked the feel of the boyish woman, and she liked the feel of Maude's thighs too.
Entwining against each other, the two girls delved deeper and deeper into a passion that neither of them had dreamed existed. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each other's feminine smell. They savored all that existed between them, all that was different between them, and all that was the same. Soft breasts pressed against soft breasts, passion-hardened nipples digging into tender mounds. Soft, feminine arms entwining around each other, kissing deeply.
Karen let Maude nestle her head against her shoulder and slid one exploratory hand over one of Maude's little titties.
"You're so soft," Karen said, wonderingly. Tenderly Karen patted Maude's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the little mound.
Maude was following Karen's lead, and she cupped one of Karen's larger breasts, her thumb brushing over the nipple. "So are you," Maude whispered, "you're soft, too."
They kissed again, and this time there was more sureness, more passion in it. They ground their mouths together, their tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Karen won and drove Maude's tongue back and licked the roof of the woman's mouth, the back of her teeth. Maude welcomed the intrusion by sucking, drawing as much of Karen's tongue into her own warm mouth as she could.
Karen moaned again, louder.
Bolder now, Karen stroked Maude's little tits, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She could feel Maude jerking and trembling, and knew what Maude was feeling. She knew because she too was experiencing the same sensations. When Maude thumbed Karen's nipples, Karen knew she was on the same wavelength with Maude. The thought of the identical pleasures sent ripples of desire flooding through her, and the knowledge of the thought was wild, insane, and wonderful, all at once.
Snuggling together, the two women reveled in the pure discovery of each other's wonderfully soft, feminine bodies. Karen's curly soft hair brushed against Maude's pale slender shoulder, while Maude's feathery black hair rubbed her cheek. Karen nibbled Maude's shell-like ear, and felt Maude gasp when her breast shifted and pressed against her hand.
Maude's sharp white teeth nipped Karen's shoulder, and Karen felt her own body shake with excitement. Slowly their muscles relaxed and they lay on their sides on the soft carpet, the fire warming their naked bodies.
"God," Karen said, "you're the sexiest."
"Me?" Maude gasped, "You're better than a man at turning me on."
"I'm glad," Karen said.
Leaning back, Karen could see the full length of Maude's graceful, lean body, admire the curves, the shadows and hollows the gentle rounding of Maude's belly, and the jet blackness of the pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtaking pale, like alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin because she was so slender, and Karen stroked her fingers along the shadowy ripples. Maude's stomach trembled and she dug her fingers into Karen's side fiercely.
"Oh, I like that," Karen said.
Maude mumbled something in agreement.
Maude's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some attention.
Karen's mouth was watering as she stared at them. She lowered her head, her mouth seeking the little buds. She flicked her tongue over one of Maude's small nipples and felt the woman jerk in response. Pursing her lips, Karen kissed the nipple, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of Maude's small breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue. Karen felt Maude's breathing quicken and become irregular as if she were gasping for breath. At the same time, Maude's hand tightened on Karen's full breast until it almost hurt.
Then, helplessly, Maude let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out and open on the carpet.
Karen hesitated, and looked at her friend questioningly.
"Don't stop," Maude whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please don't stop."
Encouraged, Karen bent her head and suckled on one of Maude's breasts, then the other. Maude tangled her fingers in Karen's long hair, and began stroking her neck and bare back. Out of the corner of her eyes, Karen could see the black triangle of Maude's sex, could see Maude rubbing her slender, pale white thighs together as her excitement built in higher peaks. Hesitantly again, Karen slid one hand down Maude's warm, smooth belly toward the dark patch. Maude shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in Karen's hair. But she made no move to stop Karen's hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, good, good," Maude murmured.
"Yes," Karen agreed, her voice smooth, but she was unsure of herself.
It felt so good to her, all so good to her, but Karen wasn't as experienced as she thought, and she realized this. Like a frightened animal, Karen's hand crept into Maude's black pubic hair. Maude spread her thighs more, opening herself for Karen's exploration. Karen slid her fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that she herself had between her own thighs. Carefully, Karen cupped Maude's sex mound, feeling the hot softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of Maude's pubic bone under her palm. Karen pressed her whole hand down on Maude's cunt and felt Maude respond by pushing her hips upward.
Maude's pussy felt hot and sticky, and Karen realized that it was the juices flowing freely and easy already.
Now Karen had to have something at her own begging pussy. Hesitantly, she released Maude's cunt, and felt the woman's disappointment. Karen sought one of Maude's hands, loosened it from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Maude's touch was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot. Karen spread her thighs, pressed Maude's fingers into her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she worked her own hand back into Maude's wet hot crotch.
This time she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the woman's cunt.
Maude's moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Karen drove her long finger deeper into Maude and felt the woman's hips surge upward. At the same time, Maude slid her finger into Karen's hole, and Karen thought she was going to die from pleasure. The males that had fingered her had been good, but somehow this was much more exciting, even thought Maude's finger was a lot smaller than any man's. Karen thought too that because it was such a degrading activity, she tingled more with heat. It was a forbidden act to her way of thinking and her lewd mind created all the wonderful lusty pleasures she was experiencing. Karen spread her thighs wide and let Maude take total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where her own thick finger was buried in Maude.
She studied it a moment as it probed into Maude's hot pussy, then her gaze shifted to where Maude's finger was probing. She shuddered with pleasure as the finger touched the sensitive surface of her cuntal passage.
Karen suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. It really didn't matter, she decided. She looked around the room and saw that she and Maude were the only moving objects. Everything else seemed to be in another dimension. All the things she had become familiar with before this evening started were in abstract. Karen now withdrew her dripping finger from Maude's slippery cunt and licked the juices off slowly.
"Taste me," she whispered to Maude. "Please taste me. It's so good."
Maude was frowning up at her, irritated at having the finger withdrawn from her hungry cunt. "What?" she asked as she fixed her focus on Karen.
"Watch me," Karen said and showed Maude what she meant by dipping her finger in Maude's cunt again and licking it off with pleasure.
"I, uh…" Maude paused, groping for voice.
"Please."
Maude looked dubious, but withdrew her finger from Karen. Slowly, but hurriedly too, she licked it, her face indicating she had expected something unpleasant. Then her face cleared and she smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth now and sucked it clean.
"Good, huh?" Karen asked.
Maude nodded, and Karen stopped her before she could slip her finger into her pussy again. "I've got another idea," she said, shifting around on the floor. Karen was aware of Maude watching her slyly. She turned to bring her head toward Maude's crotch. Bending and leaning over, Karen slowly lowered her face toward Maude's pussy, her eyes riveted on the black, curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted Karen's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with a wild appetite, Karen lowered her face to Maude's bush and wedged her finger deep into the woman's hot slit.
Maude must have a decision, and the touch of her mouth against Karen's cunt set off rockets of passion in Karen, making her drive her own mouth on Maude even harder. Ramming in her tongue deep into Maude's snatch, Karen lowered her hips and felt the woman's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Karen to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Maude's clit, and she was rewarded with a flow of juice that almost drowned her, as Maude's hips jammed upward in a fast response.
Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the floor. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other half crazy with the fast working of their mouths.
Karen was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and she knew she was drowning Maude with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Maude. Karen was driving her own mouth into Maude's gushing pussy, and Maude's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Maude's slender thighs clamped around Karen's head like a vise, trapping her there until Karen was afraid she was going to suffocate.
All at once it was over. Maude's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Karen's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Karen was dimly aware of Maude fighting to free her face from her lax pussy and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Karen let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity.
Later, Karen felt as if she was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling wonderful, almost sated. Her body was totally relaxed, tired with delicious exhaustion. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there was still a need, as if what she and Maude had just done was only the foreplay.
Karen still needed a cock to completely satisfy her.