Brian Laver: Peeping wife

She watched for a reaction in the pretty little cunt-sucker, but Betty only said, "Really?" Ann could see that she'd have to be more aggressive if she were going to get anywhere.

"I can't get it out of my mind," Ann repeated. "I never tried making it with a woman, but… well, I don't know," she said.

She knew she wasn't saying what she wanted to, but it was the first time she had been in that situation. She remembered how boys used to stammer and get embarrassed when they tried to ask her for a kiss, and now she felt the same way.

"Have you ever tried it? I mean, making it with a chick?" Ann blurted.

Betty still didn't get nervous or perturbed. She looked at Ann calmly, but didn't say anything right away. She seemed to be deciding whether to answer her or not.

"I know it's none of my business," Ann said, getting more flustered. "You don't have to answer. It's only that I can't get it out of my mind."

"Did you really come over here to learn about embroidery?" Betty asked.

Ann realized that this little chick was sharper than she'd given her credit for. Ann didn't know what to say, but she could feel her cheeks turning red and she knew that that answered Betty's question.

"Would you like to come to bed with me?" Betty asked.

Ann felt like a little girl. She had been sneaky and cowardly, and in the face of Betty's directness and honesty, she felt humiliated.

"Yes. Yes, I would," Ann said, nodding her head and looking down at the floor. "Yes, very much."

Betty turned off the burner under the coffee pot. She came to where Ann stood and took her by the hand. Ann jumped at the touch.

"I've always thought you were a gorgeous chick, Ann," Betty said. "You didn't have to go through a big deal about making it with me. All you had to do was ask."

"I know," Ann said. "But this is all new to me, and I…"

She didn't have to finish the sentence. Betty leaned toward her and kissed her lightly on the lips. To Ann, it felt like the most erotic, and sensuous kiss of her life. Betty led her to her bedroom.

"Undress," Betty said as she reached for her own buttons.

The word struck Ann like a hammer blow. This was even more exciting than she'd thought it would be. Even though she'd seen Betty's naked body through the Apples' window, the idea of being within touching distance of it was thrilling. As she unbuttoned, she thought about the things she'd seen this chick doing with Sarah.

Ann's fingers worked automatically at her buttons as she watched Betty doing the same. She watched her pull her blouse off, then reach behind her for her bra snap. Unfastening it and lowering her arms let the bra fall away from her luscious tits. Ann soon had her own tits bared, but the sight of Betty's held her fast. She looked at the brown nipples, knowing that she would soon have them in her mouth and would suck them just as Tom sucked her tits.

Ann's tits were firmer than Betty's, but to Ann, the saggier pair seemed the more sexy. They looked heavy and pliable, and she was eager to get the feel of them. She was already breathing hard and her cunt would be wet, she knew.

Betty wore tight jeans, as usual, and as she peeled them off, Ann feasted on the sight. Betty's legs were short, but very nicely shaped. She was only wearing a tiny pair of bikini panties now. In another second, she had stripped that last garment from her and stood naked.

Ann had fallen behind in the undressing. She was moving clumsily, preoccupied with the sight of Betty's beauty. But it wasn't long before she was equally naked. The two chicks stood looking at each other, but Ann knew that Betty was letting her take a good look because she was obviously enjoying it so much.

Then Betty came over to Ann, who stood trembling at her approach. Betty was shorter, so when they came together, her tits slid under Ann's. They pressed their bodies together, and Ann felt her tits compress on Betty's chest, as Betty's did likewise on hem.

Their mouths came together and their tongues met. Kissing another woman was a lot different than kissing a man, Ann discovered, and the difference was more than just the feeling of tits pressed to her chest. Betty's lips were delicate and gentle, and her tongue entered her mouth carefully but firmly.

Ann drank Betty's saliva and thrilled at the feminine flavor. When Betty reached up and touched one of Ann's tits, Ann felt the double excitement of having her boob handled and realizing that Betty's tits were available to her inspection. With eager tremblings, she moved her hand up Betty's body until she met the round jug resting on the ribs below it.

Ann had never touched a tit that didn't belong to her, and she found the experience almost too much to take. She couldn't help grabbing the tit too tightly in her enthusiasm, and Betty let out a little squeak of pain. Ann eased up, but kept her fingers moving on the dense softness of that heavy knocker.

They moved together in their embrace to the side of the bed, then fell on it. Betty put her thigh between Ann's, and Ann loved the way it felt pressing on her twat. It was a nice change to have a leg that was as smooth and hairless as her own intertwined with hers.

They rolled around and continued tonguing each other's mouths. The way Betty's loose tits roll and bounced on her body drove Ann into a fit of rapture like she had never known. She was dying for the rest of the lesbian splendors that were going to be hers.

Ann got everything she could from those tits with her fingers. She squeezed until her fingertips were buried in the flesh, then she shoved the globes around on Betty's chest. They moved more than her own did, she noticed. Taking the nipple between her fingers, she rolled it around like a marble until it was hard and puckered. She pushed the nipple into the tit and pulled on it.

Betty was doing similar things to her tits, too. She was more skillful at tit-massaging than most guys were, Ann thought. Maybe it took a tit-owner to know what felt best. Betty's tit-handling was more gentle than Ann's, but she had had experience and Ann was like a kid with a new toy.

When Ann had done everything she could think of to that tit with her hands, she wiggled down Betty's body until her face was even with the soft, round thing. She studied the nipple while holding it in her fingers. She saw how it was standing erect in the middle of a puckered disk of brown, bumpy flesh.

Then she touched the button with he tongue. She had sucked her own tits before, but this was different. Not only didn't she have to crane her neck uncomfortably, but this nipple belonged to another chick – someone she was going to discover lesbian love with, and that made all the difference in the world.

She opened her mouth and took the tip of that fit into it. Her tongue licked the brown disk, and she sucked on it hungrily.

"You do that like you've had a lot of practice," Betty said.

"M-m-m-m-m," Ann hummed in answer.

Betty ran her fingers through the hair on Ann's sucking head. With her hands, Ann handled the unsucked tit, and reached around to Betty's ass. But it was her mouth that she was concentrating on. She squeezed Betty's nipple between her tongue and the hard roof of her mouth, then eased up and ran her tongue around the gumdrop.

"You really know how to suck a tit," Betty told her.

Betty's words were spurring Ann on to even more wild tongue-bathing on that hard knob of flesh. Finally, she let the wet nipple out of her mouth and rubbed her face on the wobbling surface of that pile of warm flesh. She stuck her face in the valley between the boobs, just as Tom liked to do to her. And she found out why he liked it so much. With one of those hot pillows at either side of her head Ann felt the security an ostrich must feel when it sticks its head in the sand.

Ann lifted her head from that hiding place and covered the entire area of those mountains with kisses and licks. She thought that the tender undersides of her tits were especially thrilling to kiss. When Betty gave her head a nudge up, Ann obeyed and wiggled back up the small body.