Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

"For Christ's sake," she stammered, "you know damn well what I need it for, so don't play games!"

"My, but you're nervous today," he continued, "it must be getting pretty bad. This could be interesting."

He walked back to the couch and sat down, just looking at her disinterestedly, playing with her mind.

"I'll do anything… anything you say," she begged, walking over to him and falling to her knees. "Just please give me some money!"

He patted the girl's knee that was sitting next to him and looked at her quizzically.

She seemed to sense what he had in mind and nodded affirmatively at him, grinning lasciviously.

Cynthia looked up at the both of them and sensed what it was that he had in mind, but was too desperate to argue or say anything.

"If you want the money so badly," he continued, "you and my other friend here are going to have to put on a little show for me. You don't mind, do you, dear?"

She looked at him blankly, saying nothing, knowing that it wouldn't do any good if she wanted the money.

The other girl just sat there, not seeming to care one way or the other, but finally said, "She's very young. How did you manage to find one like this? It will be a real pleasure!"

A pleasure, Cynthia thought, realizing that the other woman was a real dyke!

"This is going to be very interesting," Johnson laughed. "I've longed to see such a spectacle for a long time, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."

The other woman got up from the couch and joined Cynthia on the floor.

"You'd better take off your coat and the rest of your clothes if you want to earn your precious money," she said, pulling at the sleeves of her jacket.

Reluctantly, but hopelessly, Cynthia took off her coat and began to unbutton the hooks on her blouse and skirt. Johnson and the other woman watched, their eyes glued to the full, firm line of her breasts as they pushed against the lace of her brassiere. The whiteness of her soft, flaccid skin contrasted with the black lace and silk of her lingerie and made her skin glow like oiled marble, sleek and shiny. She stood up for a moment, letting her blouse and skirt fall carelessly on the floor as she bent to unfasten the constricting garters of her black silk stockings. The muscles in her legs were contracted and trembling slightly as she continued to undress. She kicked off her shoes and let her stockings fall around her ankles before stepping out of them. She stood there in front of them dressed only in her brassiere and thin panties. She could hear both of them breathing rapidly and watched Johnson while he slipped his hand inside the sash of his robe and pulled out his immense, erect, throbbing penis. The girl, however, had not taken her eyes off of her! She reached out and pulled Cynthia towards her, pushing her shoulders gently against the floor, her hands running over the fine, firm contours of her body.

Cynthia struggled briefly against her touch, but knowing that her money depended upon her performance, she relaxed.

"That's better," the girl murmured with a confident smile playing across her lips. "Relax and you'll enjoy it, baby. I really know how to turn a chick on."

The woman's hands ran skillfully over her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples through the cloth and urging them into erectness. Cynthia quivered at her caress and could feel a shudder run through her body. The woman's hands traced a sensual line down to the narrowness of her waist, over the fullness of her hips to her firm, white thighs.

"Ooohhhh, you're so lovely," she murmured, kissing her ear and nibbling at the base of her throat. "God, what a beautiful creature!"

Cynthia had never really gotten used to another woman making love to her, but she knew that she didn't have any choice, still the thought repulsed her. The woman was now reaching inside the tight elastic of her panties, searching for the soft fur of her pubic mound and the tiny, tender clitoris. Her fingers worked expertly until they ran over the hardened bud of her sex and played gingerly with the pink, swollen lips of her vagina. She fingered her for just a moment before withdrawing her hands and concentrating her attention, once again, on her breasts. She unhooked Cynthia's brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders so that she could see the full, ripe, softness of her breasts. She gasped almost inaudibly when her breasts fell into view, jiggling slightly like two spongy melons. Immediately she closed her mouth around the white, soft flesh, sucking and licking every inch of her voluptuous curves as if she were about to devour them.

"Aaaggggghhhh," Cynthia moaned softly as she felt the woman gently nip at the erect nipple of her breasts, sending a chill through her body.

"Oh yes, my sweet," the other woman whispered, "let me make love to you like no man ever could."

Cynthia had had her eyes tightly closed, but suddenly wondered what Johnson was doing. She glanced over to the couch where he had stretched himself out and was busy playing with his erect, thick tool as he watched the girls.

He was taking turns watching them making love on the floor and then concentrating on his jerking, pulsing penis. She wondered how someone could get such excitement out of watching others make love. It had stimulated her sometimes when she had seen others make love at Shoo-Fly's parties, but only to the point where she had to join in and find a partner for herself. She could have never reached full satisfaction from just being an observer!

The woman's hands massaged and caressed her breasts until small red welts appeared on her flesh where fingers had dug into the full, flaccid mounds. She was beginning to feel a strange tingling sensation travel through her body as the woman reached down between her legs and gently pulled her tiny, black panties from her buttocks.

The woman leaned back and watched Cynthia's body react as she pulled the thin, resilient material from over the round curve of her buttocks, the firmness of her thighs and finally over her slight ankles. She let them lie on the floor next to her feet, while she ran her hands up over the calves of her legs, and slowly, tenderly up the inside of her thighs.

She began to wiggle nervously as she felt a sensual tremor shake her body as she reacted involuntarily to this woman's touch. The woman moved up on her body and kissed her softly at first on the neck, the throat, the ears and finally fully on the mouth. Her lips were soft and full as they covered Cynthia's smaller and resisting mouth, but she forced her mouth open and thrust her tongue inside, flicking in and out like a snake. Her kiss was insistent as she nibbled gently on her lips and ran her tongue over Cynthia's gums and teeth, forcing her own tongue deep into her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," the woman groaned, as she sucked noisily on Cynthia's tongue.

Cynthia stirred under her caress and in a few minutes she found that she was returning this woman's kiss with the same passionate ardor she would have kissed Frankie.

The woman pulled her mouth away for just a second and whispered intimately, "That's it, dear, that's it, love me too!"

Cynthia reached up and pulled the woman back close to her, biting teasingly on her neck and ears until they both rolled over on their sides so that they could have freer access to each other's bodies.

The woman reached down between her legs and began to manipulate the tender, swollen lips of her vagina, twisting them nimbly and scraping her fingernail over the tiny, moist slit of her now throbbing passage.

"Ooohhhhhh," Cynthia moaned, raising her hips off the floor slightly in an effort to force the woman's fingers inside her suddenly erotically aching channel. Cynthia reached down and grabbed the woman's breasts savagely, pulling and squeezing them like putty between her searching fingers. Her breasts were as full as her own although they lacked the resilience of youth, the smoothness of skin. She kneaded them like bread, pushing and poking them into different shapes and sizes.