Dallas Mayo - For women only

Shuddering, I cast an apprehensive glance toward the door and peeled off the two pieces. I moved to the big full-length mirror and struck a pose, taking a preparatory check. Good thing, too; what if she had come in and seen me like this? A hair clung to the corner of my mouth, light-colored and crinkly, a cunt-hair picked up in that final farewell kiss. So precious! I let it hang there a moment, thrilled anew by the lurid vision – my youthful face, lips pink and quivery, tainted by that stigma of sin. What a delicious picture! Hmm. Portrait of a hot little lesbian?

Oh shit, yes, I was still hot, my shrewd mistress had deliberately left me in this state. Almost of its own volition, one hand glided over the curve of a chubby hip to seek out and soothe my throbbing clit-button. I gasped at the sudden sensation, my eyes slitted now, heavy with lust but still peering at the reflected image, the sexy cunt-hair still clinging…

"Admiring yourself, baby?" The voice stabbed at my back like a thrown dagger. "Such a vain little doll-baby…"

I yanked my caressing hand away and swung around, remembering only at the last instant to brush the left-over hair from my lip. Flushed with embarrassment, I stood there tremulous, shaken by the abruptly looming presence, so gaunt-cheeked, so darkly ominous.

"What the hell! What are you doing, sneaking a little taste of your own pussy?"

It must have looked like that, I realized, the way my hand had reached up to my mouth; how humiliating! But there wasn't much I could say about it, not without stammering blindly into a stupid and doubtless unnecessary explanation. There was no anger in that coolly appraising expression, just a hint of amusement.

"But don't let me stop you. Enjoy, enjoy. Go ahead and admire that pretty body in the mirror, anyway. Don't be bashful, kid, you've sure got something worth admiring."

The compliment took me by surprise, striking with a jolt of pure pleasure. Adelaide had shut the door and was coming toward me now, still gaunt but less foreboding somehow. No boots, thank heaven! Just slippers on her feet, fancy ones with small heels, rather cute. Her only other garment was a satiny sort of robe with a loosely tied cord around the waist, very short, ending just halfway down her thighs. She looked softer now, her bare legs surprisingly shapely, compensating for some of the harsh angularity above. Quite nice, in fact. Full of surprises tonight!

"I-I didn't hear you come in."

"That's because I'm sneaky. And the door was open. So I got an eyeful, huh? Especially with the mirror. View of your tits and ass at the same time. And you've got plenty of each."

"Oh…"

"Hey, you're shivering! Not cold, are you?"

"N-no. Just the opposite."

"Is that so? I'll just check and see." Her hand darted down swiftly, a pointed finger piercing my damp flesh with ease. "You're right. It's hot. Nice and hot and wet."

"Oooh!"

"Getting hotter, hmm?" She added more fingers, a wriggling wedge, all but burying her hand inside me. "There now, that should really heat your cunt up. How does it feel?"

"Hot… so hot…" Swaying limply, I sagged at the knees and let my stance widen, an instinctive spread to relieve the pressure and help accommodate the still active thrust. "Feels like more. Do it, do it! Frig me. My cunt, frig my cunt, my cunt…"

"Frig your cunt? You think that's what I'm doing? Oh no, this isn't meant to be a fingerfuck, you silly girl. It's only the beginning. You'll like it, though, don't worry, it's something you really go for. The taste of your own cunt. You do want to taste it, don't you? Here. A great big handful for you. Open up, open your mouth, lick it!"

The sudden emptiness turned to anguish. I stood there paralyzed, the glistening wet hand under my nose, poking at my lips. And then her bizarre demand registered in a surge of thickening excitement, stirring me to action. Overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of it, I nibbled at her fingertips and soon unclenched my jaws with a sob of acquiescence, licking and sucking the cunt-dipped fingers in eager self-subjugation, utterly humiliated and yet somehow grateful for the humiliation. But then, just as suddenly, her hand was gone and the contact broken, leaving my mouth still open, a gaping void, just as empty as my cunt.

"You want more? Forget it, you've had enough. Mustn't be selfish, sweetie." She patted her belly. "Or maybe you'd like to sample a scoop of this, huh?"

The pat became a self-caress, sliding downward. I watched it move slowly, the lewd assurance of the gesture holding me spellbound. An extended fingertip got there first, dividing the hairy black bush to reveal shiny scarlet cunt-lips underneath. I moaned, assailed by an acutely oppressive weakness – or was it a need? – that sapped my strength and sent me to my knees. Jaws still agape, I pleaded in silence then, lifting my arms to take a mute but hopefully eloquent posture of prayerful desire. I despised myself for succumbing so easily, but the woman was too wise, too worldly, too well-versed in lesbian guile; she had already demolished my will, reducing me to an extension of hers…

"No? Not just a sample? You'd rather drink it straight from the well, hmm?" Her laugh was without humor, abrasive. "Is that what you're begging for?"

"Yes. Please. Your cunt. Please?"

"Spoken like a true cuntlapper. Come on, then. Let's settle down and do it in comfort." Laughing again, a sound tinged with triumph now, she whirled and strode toward the bed, her meager but compactly muscular buttocks visible – seductively asway – as the robe came undone and floated to the floor. "We'll have a party, a nice cozy cunt-party, just the two of us."

I scrambled to my feet but never got quite erect, loping along all scrunched over as the haste of my forward momentum carried me across the room. Grotesque, perhaps, but certainly practical, getting me there fast and almost in position to begin sucking. And I would have, too, only she changed her mind and held me off, evidently impressed once again by my naked body, the shape and firmness of my young but nubile flesh.

"Those tits of yours – kid, they're really something. I wish my Kitten had a pair like that. Rub your nipples and make them stiff, let me see. Go ahead, do it, nice and stiff."

"Uh-huh. Like this?"

"Yeah. Mmm, great big ones, big and solid. Much too good to waste. I want you to fuck me with them."

"F-fuck you?"

"Damn right. Wait. Shove that pillow under me…" Impatient now, she grasped her bent legs and rolled backward, wiggling around on the pillow to raise her rump high. Then, spreading wide to put her entire crotch on display, "Come close, doll. You're going to fuck me with your tits. Not my cunt, though. That's why it's got to be real stiff, you know? Your nipple. Stiff enough to force into my asshole."

Excitement flared – another novelty? – hardening my nipples to immediate peaks. Fingering one to keep it inflamed, I moved against her splayed buttocks and probed for entry, pressing the swollen bud into the slightly dilated aperture. It was blocked momentarily, but then the round muscle expanded to accept my flesh almost voraciously, grasping it with a kind of frenzied tenacity – a sensation unfamiliar to me, novel indeed! And wildly erotic, of course. Like the puckered lips of a sucking baby-mouth…

"That's it. Yeah. Deeper, deeper. Deep!"

My loins seethed with the infectious passion, spurring me far beyond mere obedience. I clutched my tit with both hands, squeezing from the base and forcing all that boob-meat to seek release up front, tightening it to an elongated point. The nipple seemed to gain a life of its own, becoming stronger and more solid, bursting through the final barrier to become stubbornly lodged in the inner softness, the sponge-like mucous depths.