Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

What a difference between the two twats!

Bea's very hairy snatch had protrusive dark lips which were loose and which opened with the spreading of her legs to reveal her deep rosy center. It was a meaty feast which she offered.

Melanie, on the other hand, had a pussy of delicate hue and configuration, the pink edges of its small lips scarcely visible between the snug beige outer labia which were adorned by sparse golden hairs.

Bea took in all this with hot eyes while Melanie's gaze was shocked, yet fascinated. The older woman snatched some soap and began to work up a lather in her hands.

Melanie bit her lip as Bea placed her soapy hands on the blonde's breasts. Melanie shut her eyes when Bea began lovingly to massage her titties.

It did feel good, Melanie had to admit. Sinfully good. The older woman had knowing hands, applying just the right amount of pressure as she squeezed the resilient titty-flesh, stroking on a slippery film of soap out to Melanie's sensitive nipples. She plucked at the tender buds and rolled them between her thumbs and fingers. Melanie's nipples throbbed.

Her pink lips parted, and she breathed heavily.

"Ooooooooh… "

Bea smiled.

She left the girl's tits covered with soap, her pink nipples jutting through the bubbles, and stroked downward until her hands were under water.

"Why don't you stand?" Bea suggested.

"Why?"

"I want to soap your pussy, of course," the brunette explained.

Shakily the younger woman got to her feet as Bea helped support her. To have her pussy washed by another woman was indecent, but Melanie had to find out how it would feel.

Standing, she spread her legs as far as she could, keeping a hand on one of Bea's shoulders so that she wouldn't fall. Bea stared directly at her delicate snatch which was invitingly wet, the blonde hairs plastered against the velvet skin at each side of her slit.

Bea worked up some new lather and applied it to Melanie's hips, reaching around to soap the girl's buttocks. Melanie's nicely curved asscheeks felt like firm sponge-rubber as Bea stroked and rolled them with soapy hands. Bea's fingertips entered audaciously between the slippery mounds to stroke up and down the girl's crack. Bea's middle finger centered on Melanie's asshole, moving in a circular way against the converging tiny puckers. The innocent young woman gasped as Bea pushed a soapy finger in.

"Oooh, nooh… pleeeeease!" Melanie begged as Bea stroked her slick digit in and out of the girl's grasping, rubbery ring.

"You have such a tight ass!" Bea said admiringly as her finger continued to pump in and out. "I can tell that you've never been screwed back there."

"Wh-what do you meeean?" Melanie asked in consternation.

"No man has ever put his prick up your asshole," Bea elaborated.

"Up my…? Good Lord!" Melanie exclaimed. "Men don't do thaat, do they?"

Bea chuckled. "Oooh, you bet they do! Linc loves to do it, and, with that huge whang of his, a girl feels like she's being split right in two."

"Oh, I couldn't stand that!" Melanie said. "I would die!"

"Nonsense," Bea retorted, pulling her finger from Melanie's tight anus with a slippery, sucking sound. "But it will loosen your asshole up a bit"

"Even having your finger in there makes it feel looser now," Melanie reported.

"But it did feel kind of good, didn't it?"

"I… I don't know," the younger woman replied non-comittally.

"Wait until I stick my tongue in it! That will give you a kick, I'm sure."

"You're going to-stick your tongue-up my…?" Melanie couldn't bring herself to say it as she blushed crimson.

"Ass," Bea completed. "Of course! Although I must admit that I don't think I'm as good at it as Phil is."

"The… the chauffeur?"

"Yes. He loves to lick ladies assholes," Bea said. "You should let him do it to your sometime."

Melanie was trembling, and she felt hot all over. She wanted to jump out of the tub and run. But where?

Bea had rinsed and re-lathered her hands and now attacked the fuzzy, wet softness at the front of Melanie's crotch. She stroked the elastically snug lips of Melanie's pussy, soaping them on the outside, then gradually working them apart. She tickled the tip of the girl's clit, making her gasp, then worked soapy fingers in and out of all the precious little folds. A finger cautiously reamed the entrance to Melanie's tunnel of love, entering far enough to confirm that the girl indeed was a virgin. This contact drew another gasp from her.

"Sit down, darling, and rinse off," Bea directed.

Melanie sat, her ass spreading. Water seeped into her anus to rinse it. Her pussy was quite thoroughly rinsed as Bea manipulated its velvety folds. The older woman then washed the soap off Melanie's tits until they were squeakily clean and bobbed springily to the touch. Her rigid pink nipples gleamed.

"Get onto your hands and knees now," Bea said. "I want to rinse your bottom better."

Melanie obeyed. She had come this far, so she saw no point in starting to erect roadblocks.

She bent forward, presenting her pretty ass to Bea. The latter splashed water between her butt cheeks as she spread her tight asshole with the other hand, and Melanie could feel the splashes rinsing all the soap from her forbidden passage. Strange thrills coursed through her, mingling with her embarrassment.

"Now you can wash me," Bea invited pertly when the blonde had turned around and resumed a sitting pose.

"Ooh, no! Really! I don't think I… "

Bea handed her the soap. "Do my boobs first."

Boobs they were. Big and hangy, but fully rounded, so that the effect was one of mature voluptuousness-a sexual turn-on in its own way. Not to Melanie, however. She was aware of no attraction to another woman's breasts.

Not until she started soaping them, that is. Bea's breast-flesh was so slippery-smooth in her bands, and so springy-soft, that she began to feel funny as she fondled the tits. Bea's nipples were thick and not as jutting as Melanie's-more like little wads of gum. But they nevertheless fascinated the girl as she stroked them.

Melanie raised each of Bea's breasts and soaped the creases underneath-creases which Melanie scarcely possessed.

Bea rose to her feet.

My God! Melanie thought. I'm going to have to do the whole bit!

She didn't protest, however, having worked up more than a casual interest in the activity by that time. She lathered her hands and soaped Bea's buttocks, which were softer and floppier than hers, but still not badly shaped. She stroked only lightly through the other woman's asscrack, which prompted Bea to say:

"Wash my ass like I did yours! Stick your finger in it!"

Blushing, Melanie did tickle Bea's asshole with a soapy fingertip. But she didn't enter through the puckers which, as Bea had indicated, were not nearly as tight as her own. Bea had been screwed up the ass, all right!

The thought of such lovemaking frightened Melanie, and she realized she would have to be on her guard if she ever went to bed with a man, so as to make certain that he didn't plunge into the wrong hole and hurt her. That if was still a big one. She assured herself that she didn't want to go to bed with a man at all.

She mulled over this as she stroked Bea's pussy with her soapy hands, getting lost in the wealth of hairy softness between the other woman's legs. Bea seemed to appreciate the treatment which Melanie gave her, fumbling and inept though it was. Melanie stuck two fingers up the brunette's throbby hole and even stroked them in and out a few times while Bea squirmed.

"Ooooh, darling!" the latter cried. "I ear hardly wait to get down onto the bed with you!"

If Melanie wasn't actually looking forward to that, she was getting more and more fascinated by the prospect. And the only way to cure one's curiosity was to give in to it, she realized.