Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

She was breathing hard, yet was relaxed. Though hot in the pussy, she was content to let Lita set the pace.

At last Lita murmured, "Would you like me to kiss your tittie?"

Sharon took a deep breath. "Yes! Please, Lita!"

She watched the other girl lower her mouth, licking her lips. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the nipple.

The slippery passage of tonguetip across turgid nipple sent a quick message into Sharon's belly, a quiver, a tiny cuntal convulsion, a spasm of pinhead size. The tongue then curled around the long peg, like a growing vine, a wet vine leaving spirals of searing moisture. Then, more forceful, the tongue became a swab washing the dark disc. Her tongue was fully extended and she used it broadly, but it took some time to cover the giant pyramid of puffed red flesh with saliva.

At last she mouthed the nipple, making a hole of her lips, pressing in, then sucking softly as she raised, drawing it out to a spike that loomed in Sharon's gaze.

Sharon slumped down, moaning, surrendering herself to the ecstasy of having her tit sucked by a woman.

The slow sucking had a narcotic effect on Sharon. She drifted away into sleep and dreamed that her nipple was a fire hydrant in a whale-sized mouth out of science fiction, an oral cavity full of a thousand tongues as slippery as dribbling blobs of warm jelly.

Her cunt had settled down to a contented drooling. All her sexual awareness was gathered into the nipple.

Perhaps her dream would last all day long, and the nipple would grow to a rubbery red tower.

But eventually Lita drew off. She murmured, "Sweetheart, we mustn't linger here. I don't want your lovely breasts sunburned, or your loins though you've enough pussy hair to clothe several twats."

She was smiling down at Sharon's crotch.

Sharon asked, "Do you mind that it's so hairy?"

"Darling, that makes it all the sexier."

Lita abruptly sat up. She reached under the chaise lounge and produced a transistor radio. She turned it on. Music blasted out, a Latin American rhythm, a rumba or a tango.

"Let's dance!" Lita cried. She jumped up. Rising on the toes of one foot like a ballet dancer, she extended the other leg and spun about.

Sharon burst into laughter at the sight of her lover's tits flying and her blonde twat hair spreading to reveal her inner cunt. She leaped off the chaise lounge and seized Lita's hand. They leaped and kicked, flinging about, only vaguely following the beat of the music.

There in the enclosure of green hedges that cut them off from the world, two naked girls danced like lambs gamboling in a spring-green meadow. They leaped high, not caring how wildly their breasts flopped, uncaring that their pussylips gaped, ignoring the hot eye of the sun peering up their asses.

As they danced about the pool Sharon noted that the pink tile rimming the oval shape made it look like an open cunt. She thought it fitting. There's nobody here but us twats, she thought.

Then they fell into the pool.

Sharon splashed in head first. Her legs were spread. She felt a hand clap into her twat as she plumbed the depths.

She twisted out of her dive on the bottom, her nipples sliding along the tiles.

She surfaced behind the sputtering Lita, who had somehow retained her straw hat. The wilted brim hung down the sides of her face.

Sharon seized Lita's hips from behind and squeezed her pubes in between the cheeks of the girl's ass. Hugging her, nuzzling her neck, trying to wrap her slippery legs around her hips, she felt the wildness of their dance had simply gone underwater.

"Darling, my darling!" Lita crooned.

They washed against the side of the pool. Sharon tried to grasp the girl's titties. They were as firm as melons and slipped from her clutching hands as though oiled. She slid a hand down Lita's body to her pussy and fingered the plump mound, then the lips.

Lita turned in her arms and kissed her. They clung together. For a moment their breasts formed a single, pulsing cushion. Then the slippery orbs lost traction and bobbed here and there, rubbery nipples drawing curved lines of heat about the wobbly globes.

Sharon sucked her lover's tongue, marveling at the transformation Lita had wrought in her. She felt Lita's hand slip in between her thighs and gently caress her pussylips. Then the girl whispered, "Honey, I want to take you indoors to bed."

Sharon eagerly nodded in agreement.

They climbed out of the water and walked, arms about each other, both shaded by the dripping brim of Lita's sun hat Sharon watched their lurching breasts jostle each other. When her right tittie slapped Lita's it seemed to set up an electric movement in both pairs. She burst out into giggles. She must tell Lita how funny it looked. But a thousand other nights whirled in her mind. Gazing down at their bellies, at their wet twat hair and the womanly swells of their thighs, the two nude lower bodies so similar, neither crotch armed with a cock that could stand up and be used to penetrate the other, she felt an inexplicable joy, a relief. Neither of them could take advantage of the other. They could only share.

It did not matter that Lita was the boss' wife. She was simply a sexy girl whose hip slicked past Sharon's on every step, a lover, no more than that.

The world of striving, a harsh, male-inspired system, was beyond her horizon.

Inside the house, Lita took her to a small, dark room. The single window was veiled by layers of green marquisette. The effect was as though they were two mermaids holding hands amid shimmering green streamers of kelp.

Lita produced towels and they dried each other.

Then Lita murmured, "Darling, if I were you – and I was once in your position, as I told you before – I would go to bed with the boss' wife, yes, but first I'd make sure she could help my career."

Sharon kissed her throat. "Shut up, sweetheart. We're alone. Screw all that career jazz."

Lita's arms closed about her. Their breasts again formed a single cushion, a liquid thing, pulsing on a single heartbeat.

She said, "But Sharon, I'm so wild about you! I want you to be able to afford pretty clothes, to make you more beautiful than you already are. I'll have Bud promote you."

"That doesn't matter," Sharon whispered, pressing her belly to her lover's, feeling damp pussy hair touch her flesh.

"It does matter. And I want you to have that little white car. I'll help you."

"I'd rather take you to bed."

"We'll talk about it later."

"Later I'll sleep. I'm exhausted."

Lila sighed and moved, to the couch in the corner of the sea-green room. Still behind her, Sharon caressed the girl's firm buttocks, then fingered down the cleft between to the soft knot of her asshole.

Lita stopped. She shifted her feet apart and leaned forward toward the couch.

She whispered, "Sharon, darling, that turns me on terribly. Stick your finger into my anus, will you, please?"

Sharon stood there, panting now, looking down at Lita's plump golden asscheeks, at the cleft, at her own finger wriggling into the star-shaped pucker. Blood coursed hotly through her. She licked parched lips. She pushed. Her index finger sank in to the first joint.

Lita moaned loudly and began rotating her ass, sort of winding up around Sharon's finger.

She pressed Lita's ass cheeks to widen the spread. Soon her finger was buried in steamy asshole.

She bent down and kissed the sun-gilded buttocks, kissed all over them while wagging her finger in Lita's anal cavity.

"Honey!" Lila groaned. "You'll make me come."

"Then come! We'll each come a hundred times!"

"First I want to suck your titties again, but differently. I'll sit. Lean over me so they hang out like bells. Please?"

"Why don't you come first?"