Brian Laver: Peeping wife

Lesbianism was everything she'd dreamed, and more. How wonderful it was to drag her tits up over Betty's belly and feel them bump into that chick's tits. When Betty grabbed one of her own jugs and touched the stiff nipple to Ann's Ann shivered in perverted passion.

Then Betty moved down Ann's body. Ann just lay there, twisting slightly in perverted heat, waiting for Betty to ravage her. Betty began sucking Ann's tits, and Ann murmured her delight. While she gobbled up a mouthful of Ann's tit, her hand went to the shivering skin of her thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs, getting closer and closer to the furry junction.

"Oh, Betty, Baby," Ann moaned. "That feels sooooo good, I never… oh-h-h-h."

Betty's fingers scraped one thigh, then the other until she was brushing the curls on Ann's snatch. Ann felt the hairs telegraphing the movement into the fleshy mound of her cunt, and she shook her hips involuntarily.

When, at long last, Betty covered the hairy lips with her hand, Ann tried to curl up in a grip of pleasure, but Betty held her down flat. She pressed her fingers into the carpet of hair until she felt the damp cleft of the lips.

Ann spread her legs wide in anticipation of Betty's finger entering her. But the little lezzie was taking her time. Ann felt Betty move her fingers down the length of the slot without passing through the mouth. When she reached the rear corner of the slot, right near the entrance to Ann's cuntal sleeve, Betty felt the hot leakings as they spread down over the smooth, round cheeks of her ass.

Ann let her asscheeks go limp so Betty could get her finger between them if she wanted, and she did. She touched Ann's asshole, but only lightly, without entering it. Then she moved her finger to tat rear corner of the gash and wet it. Now she was able to move her finger along the slot, but buried to the first knuckle.

In the slippery juice, her finger glided effortlessly. Ann writhed like a woman possessed, and that was what she was, for what could possess a chick like a powerful attack of lust? She pushed down with the muscles in her hips in an effort to get Betty's finger higher up her gash, but the lesbian was making her wait until it was driving her mad.

"Finger my pussy!" Ann cried. "Give it to me! Rub me!"

But the little tease only gave her another quarter-inch of finger. Then, gradually, Betty reached farther and farther up that hot envelope. She let her finger wander up Ann's cave and play with the ridges of squirming flesh. She even gave her hard clit a tickle, causing Ann to magnify the motion of that finger with her whole body.

All the while, Betty had been munching on Ann's tits, but now she began kissing her way down Ann's body. Ann knew what was going to happen next, and she shivered as she waited for Betty's sucking mouth to arrive at its destination.

Betty paused at Ann's belly button and reamed it with her tongue as a preview of what was to come. Then she started on her way again. Ann felt her new lover's face move into her pubic patch, and she spread even wider as Betty snuggled between her legs.

Betty's tongue followed the same route to her twat that her finger had. She first licked her thighs, then slowly closed in on the liquid slot. When Ann first felt the chick's strong tongue touch the interior of her quim she tensed her body as though she'd been shocked by an electric jolt.

Then, as Betty covered the pink area between the hairy lips, Ann pumped her hips and moaned in ecstasy. Betty's tongue had a subtle difference to it from all the men's tongues she'd had in that crack. It was more gentle and soft, but it was also better in some nameless way. No other tongue had ever traveled the length of her slot like that, vibrating from side to side, flipping the ridges of the inner lips.

Betty pressed her tongue so far up Ann's flowing tunnel that Ann felt the woman's teeth bite into the spongy flesh of her mound. When the tongue was in as far as possible, it was fluttered wildly, giving Ann a totally new thrill.

Ann was throwing herself around in wild passion on the bed under Betty's onslaught, but Betty was avoiding bringing her off. Her tongue seemed to be easing off, in fact. Before long, Betty lifted her had, showing Ann her cunt-juice-smeared face. Then she climbed up over Ann and they kissed. Ann tasted the flavor of her own pussy in her friend's mouth.

"Will you eat me?" Betty whispered.

Ann felt a rush of excitement as she began sliding down Betty's body. This was it, she realized, the culmination of her lesbian lust. By the time she reached Betty's belly, the pungent odor of her twat came to her nostrils and urged her onward.

Taking her position between Betty's legs, she brought her face to the furry triangle. At first, she merely brushed her nose in the tangle of curls. Then she stuck out her tongue and combed it trough the army of curly guards that stood watch over that treasure. A few drops of cunt cream that were lying scattered in the hair were licked up by Ann's lapping tongue.

Then, breaking her lesbian cherry, she stuck her tongue into the lips of that little chick's cunt. The feeling of that salty crack at the tip of her tongue sent a wave of perverted energy through Ann. She moved her tongue around, feeling the familiar territory in that unfamiliar way. She had had her fingers in her own cunt a lot of times, and she knew her way around a pussy, but this was different, like trying to dial a telephone with your left hand for the first time.

But it didn't take her long to get the hang of it, and Betty was soon squirming just as Ann had when their positions had been reversed. Ann stuck her tongue up the tunnel and tasted the concentrated flavor of the hot juice running from it. She felt round with her tongue and was surprised how she could feel things with it as well as she could with her fingers.

She found Betty's clit and moved it around in its sheath of skin. Looking up over Betty's belly, she could watch the effects of her tongue on the fuck's face. She discovered that covering the pink swatch with broad laps of her tongue had the more powerful effect, causing Betty to open her mouth and howl like a banshee.

She kept up the various tongue strokes, loving every second of it, until Betty grabbed her head and stopped her. Betty sat up with an extreme look of passion on her taco, and pushed Ann over.

Then Betty got into a weird position with Ann, with their crotches pressed together and their legs along side each other's bodies. Ann had her legs scissoring Betty and vice versa. She could see how the lips of her cunt were squashed on Betty's, and their pubic bones squeezed their clits in a hard grip.

When Betty began shaking her hips, Ann was amazed at the luscious feeling it sent through her. She began shaking her hips, too, and their cunts were ground together, crushing powerful bursts of pleasure from them. Both of their tits were jumping around with the motion of their hips.

Ann could hardly believe this was happening to her; it seemed too wildly wonderful, but the ecstasy raping her brain was the most real thing she'd ever experienced. Both chicks began moaning with joy and before long they were in the grip of ripping climaxes.

The next thing Ann knew, she was lying in that strange position with Betty, sweating and panting, and a full-fledged lesbian.

"That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me," Ann said when she caught her breath.

"I'm glad," Betty said. "You were really great. But, you know this sort of thing is best when there are a few guys around to join in. Maybe Tom would be interested?"

"Yeah, that would be great, but I don't know. I'll have to ask him."

Ann could picture her and her husband in that scene she'd watched in the Apples' living room, and she hoped it would come true.