Austin Williams - Widespread whore

Tuesday was a honey blonde whose natural ringlets swept away from her high forehead. Her nose was pretty and her short upper lip gave her an appearance of pleasant pouting. The young woman was cute, as everybody back home said, and to Miss Douche, she represented the most succulent morsel ever offered.

"Tuesday," she said. "I want you to take off all your clothes and be naked."

"You gonna take yours off, too?" Tuesday asked, all excited.

"Yes. Yes, I am," Miss Douche replied. She began to pull her shirt over her head as Tuesday quickly got down to the buff. When they were both naked, Tuesday did not laugh or make reference to the thatched pussy bush between Emilia's legs. She did, however, look pointedly at the quivering cunt, and Emilia was so hot just from the glance that she was certain she would come as soon as she touched Tuesday's dainty snatch.

Miss Douche turned out the light, leaving the room bathed in a soft glow of moonlight. It was sufficient for Tuesday to see that Emilia's nipples were very pronounced and hard. The titties were small, but those nipples beat anything Tuesday had ever seen. She thought Miss Douche undoubtedly had the nicest, cleanest body in the whole world. She was so tanned! And she smelled so fresh!

"Lie down," Emilia said in a deepening, husky voice. "On your back, with your legs spread apart."

"Now," she said, climbing on the bed and straddling Tuesday's left leg, "we am going to play… we're going to make love. I'll show you how. Just lie still. You'll like what I'm going to do. Then, after I do it to you, you can do it to me."

"Oh, I'd like that," Tuesday said, shivering with delight. "Show me how to do whatever it is."

Emilia ran her fingers lightly over Tuesday's body, beginning at her titties, and sweeping down across her stomach to her legs. Special emphasis was given to the inside of Tuesday's thighs. Oh, how tender and sweet was the flesh there!

Carefully, Emilia avoided direct contact with Tuesday's pussy slash, but she allowed her fingers to play lightly aver the twat lips. The very delicate touch of those tapering fingers sent a quiver of pleasure over Tuesday. It was sure fun to be naked with Miss Douche.

The sweeping of the fingertips increased in tempo, and Emilia alternated her hands so that

when the right was down low, the left was at the top, starting a new path between the tiny titties. Tuesday didn't know why, but when Emilia's finger brushed over her pussy, she involuntarily tightened her asshole. Uuummm! It was really fun!

Emilia was panting. She was so terribly hot. God, how she wanted to feel the warmth of that young body against herself!

She toyed with various ideas on how to get her first orgasm. Of course, it was going to be a swift and crude thing. Teaching Tuesday to lick a pussy might take a day or longer, and Emilia wanted to avoid any action which might, scare her. Oh, well, hell!

She lay down beside Tuesday, and slipped one arm under the girl's body. Crooking the arm, she was about to turn Tuesday on one side, and they were face to face.

With her free hand, Miss Douche reached around and took Tuesday's firm ass, and pulled her up close. Tuesday cooperated by wriggling in as tight as she could. Tuesday liked the feel of Miss Douche's nipples, and Emilia almost lost her breath when the contact was made at titty level. The touch of her boobs against Tuesday so excited Emilia that she allowed her fingers to wander in between the cheeks of the teen's ass.

And Oh, Jesus! There was her asshole! Too early to go into it, but, please God, Emilia prayed, just let me touch it. Oh! There it was!

When Emilia's index finger was planted on Tuesday's asshole, the girl hunched, and in so doing she brought the front of her well-made

thigh up between Miss Douche's legs, and banged it sharply against her furry and chipping cunt.

That did it! Douche climaxed and, moaning, she began to lick and kiss Tuesday about the face. Tuesday kissed back, and was amazed to find Miss Douche sticking her tongue down her throat. That was fun!

Once she started to come, Miss Douche kept the orgasms railing. She pulled Tuesday up close and rolled over on her back. Thus, Emilia had Tuesday on top, with a meaty leg rubbing against her burning cunt. Miss Douche was so violent in her squirming and bunching that various parts of her body were coming in contact with Tuesday's pussy.

The sensation was delightful! Tuesday sometimes rubbed her box while sitting in the bathtub, and sometimes at night when she was certain Momma wasn't coming, she would elevate her nightgown and play with her twat. It had all been external, and she had not climaxed. But it was good!

Miss Douche was even better. Playing round the whole was an innovation which Tuesday relished. Ooooh! That made it so much more fun, and… Good Night! Miss Douche was going to kiss her…surely not…well, by golly, she did. Right in the pussy! Oooooh! Now that was something! Oh, good!

Tuesday began to match her older friend wiggle for wiggle. Without knowing why, she suddenly took Miss Douche's left titty into her mouth and

Was sucking it for all she was worth. A feel with which she was not familiar seemed to rise out from her crotch and burn all through her body.

God, Miss Douche had stuck her tongue up inside… No! Yes! Miss Douche was licking inside of Tuesday's pussy.

Tuesday sucked on the titty harder and attempted to reach around Miss Douche to get at the counselor's asshole. Tuesday liked the finger pressing gently on her brownie… just about as much as she liked that wet, flashing tongue working its way around inside her pee-hole.

Ooooh!

Tuesday felt like she was about to pee and do number two at the same time. Oh, she was going to do it! There came over her the grandest, awfullest, sweetest, most frightening feeling ever!

She shuddered, and quivered, and dug her fingers into Miss Douche as she reached her first come.

"You're coming," Miss Douche whispered breathlessly. "Isn't it wonderful! Oh, Tuesday, keep going now, you're beginning to learn how to do it."

Tuesday had no idea of doing anything else, less than continuing. She- was hot, tough at the time she would not have understood the term. As she felt the great ball of fire roll about her body, Tuesday hoped that Miss Douche would keep licking up her pussy forever.

Oh, it was so good! Tuesday wanted some more of that sweet tongue up her snatch, and, if possible, she wanted to get closer, more involved.

Emilia realized that Tuesday was overcome, swept away by the power of her first climax. She was also perceptive enough to know that Tuesday wanted to get it again. This torrid moment of first desire was the time, then, to break the girl in correctly. The Bible says, as the twig is bent, so grows the tree. Starting a girl off as a lesbian requires a proper appreciation for the necessity of participation. Emilia did not have the least idea of letting Tuesday be a passive partner.

"Now, Tuesday, isn't it fun?"

"Yes, yes!" the teen cried. "Let's do it some more!"

"Sure we will, but I want you to do everything I do. Okay?"

"Oh, yes, I'll do anything!"

Emilia patted Tuesday on the as lovingly. "Good. Now turn around and put your head down where you can kiss into my pussy."

"You want me to kiss it? You want me to stick my tongue up your pussy like you did mine?"

Miss Douche felt her knees melt at the prospect. God, this was all too good to be true! A real, truly inclined lezzie. Oh, sweet Jesus, thank you and God, too, for sending this along. Oh, Tuesday was an angel, heaven sent to give poor Emilia's tongue-starved cunt some relief.

"Yes, that's it! Shove your tongue in my gash!

Now, lick up at the top. Feel that hard place? That's a clitoris. Here, let me feel you.