Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

But when she tried to tense her muscles to carry out her mind's instructions, she found she couldn't do it. Movement other than responding to Muster's thrashing cock was impossible. She simply couldn't work up enough indignation over those suctioning lips on her boobs or the hot woman flesh rubbing against her leg to give up the heavenly fullness in her slippery, clutching cunt.

Then suddenly before she realized what was happening, Muster stiffened and grunted, his semen spurting hotly inside her. Paula moaned and her body rolled wildly, using the sturdy stake of his maleness of hasten her own climax. Around and around and… it was gone! The pylon of joy upon which she'd been rotating was gone as Ephraim abruptly withdrew.

"Muster, don't leave me!" she gasped. "I'm not through! Come back and help me! You can't leave me like this!"

"I'll help you," Susie said huskily, trying to slide on top of her.

"No!" Paula cried, clawing at the man in her efforts to pull his slimy prick back inside her pulsing cunt. "Please, Muster, please!"

But Muster pushed away her hands and sprawled beside her, his naked, sweaty flank resting against her hip. "Susie will take care of you," he panted. "We planned it this way."

"No, no, no!" Paula sobbed. "I want you!"

"Shhh, darling, you'll like this once you've tried it," Susie said and stretched out on top of the younger woman.

Paula felt the softer tits give as they pressed down on her firmer outthrust cones, felt nipple rub against nipple and belly against belly. She struggled, appalled at the idea of being taken by a woman, but her overly stimulated body was working against her. Muster had deliberately brought her as close to orgasm as he could without defeating his purpose, then had turned her over to his wife while she was utterly unable to resist any additional sexual excitation. Paula had been trapped. She could see how the trap had been baited and sprung, but she knew she couldn't escape it. Her body clamored for release; her nerves shrieked with the need for physical fulfillment.

"Sweet golden girl," Susie whispered. "Her head is spinning with lust."

That was true. The strangeness of the things Susie was doing was enough to make it spin. The woman's nipples were rock hard against hers, rubbing and massaging like a man's fingers to stir them into equal firmness. And the satin-skinned thighs were forcing Paula's farther and farther apart so that the red-thatched hotness of her pussy could inch down over the blond mound in search of the slippery labia.

"And I thought Muster was putting me on when he told me how sexy you were. You seemed to be such a cold-cunted Sunday school goodie-goodie that I couldn't believe him. But now I know how groovy it's going to be to rub my pussy onto yours until we both catch fire and go up in a ball of flame."

Susie's face was closer to Paula's now, and she could smell the woman's perfumed lipstick, feel the moist hotness of her breath and the tickle of red hair against her forehead.

Susie's lips closed over Paula's mouth, and the sensation was electric. Those soft, scented lips were like hungry piranhas devouring her. A tiny tongue that burned like a Fourth of July sparkler darted between her lips and forced her mouth open. The tongue grew longer and harder until it filled her mouth with the roaring heat of its lust. Paula's mind was in a whirl. She found it hard to believe that one woman could lust for another as much as Susie seemed to lust for her.

The redhead's body was undulating against her, moving in slow, sensuous rhythm while a hand stroked down between Paula's legs to spread the sopping pussy lips and bring the two cunts into intimate contact. '

"Ah, there it is! There's the darling little slit! Oh, it feels so good touching mine."

"Don't do that, it isn't nice," Paula said, trying to keep some hold on sanity as the maddening rubbing continued.

"Silly foolish baby," Susie whispered hotly. " `Nice is a word for squares. Aware people know that the only good is what is pleasant. If it feels good, do it! And you have to admit, this feels so goooood!"

That was the worst part of it. It did feel good. It felt good, as having a man's cock in her cunt felt good, as having an ardent tongue licking her pussy felt good. Yes, as much as she tried to reason it away, Paula had to admit that having the slick wet lips of another woman's cunt rubbing into her own was sexually stimulating.

"Come on, baby, give!" Susie husked, tracing wet kisses down Paula's throat, across the tops of her breasts and back up to the red pubic hair ground into the rain forest of gold between Paula's thighs. "Put your back into it! Give me some cunt like you give Muster when he fucks you! Don't just lie there… give!"

Giving was exactly what Paula was struggling against doing. Every bit of her puritanical upbringing cried out against engaging in an act she had been taught was perverted. But her body blithely ignored the restraints she tried to shackle it with. Her body knew only that her cunt was hot with urgent need and if the best it could get was another woman's pussy, it would have to use that to attain satisfaction.

So while her mind issued vain commands for her body to lie still and unresponsive, that body was starting to answer every movement of Susie's with one of its own. Her knees spread wide to accommodate Susie's hips and she raised her ass to seek closer contact with the redhead's carnal flesh.

"That's better… that's more like it," Susie said approvingly. "You're mine now, you hot bitch! I'm fucking you just like a dude! Do you see me, Muster? I'm fucking your girl with my hot cunt!"

"Yeah, I see you," Muster said, leaning closer to the straining bodies to kiss their shoulders and boobs indiscriminately and run his hands over the heaving buttocks. "You really turn me on when you do that. I love seeing two beautiful females locked in sacred and profane love."

Some of the things they said to each other didn't make sense to Paula, but she wasn't in very good shape to think about it. With both of them caressing her, shocks of the wildest kind of lust surged through her and all else faded into the background, an unimportant accompaniment to the appeasement of her insatiable craving for sex.

Paula gave a prolonged wail of anguish and began squirming and thrashing about under the redhead. Susie giggled excitedly, obviously glorying in her conquest of the girl's surrendered cunt.

Susie's mouth captured a tender nipple, sucking it into an elongated prong and tormenting it with her sharp teeth. Her husband did the same with the other jutting tit, and the glassy-eyed Paula stared at the two heads so close together that the cheeks were touching. In an agony of mindless lust, she threw her arms around them, crushing their faces in the throbbing globes.

Susie used her fingers again to locate and bare the two clits and bring them together. The contact of the most sensitive portion of their anatomies sent both of them into frantic contortions as they strove for the climax that was so near. Paula felt neither revulsion or disgust now, only the desperate need for sexual relief in whatever form it was offered.

Like animals the two women heaved and surged, twisting and grinding against each other in a mutual crescendo of carnal bliss until they finally jerked and cried out in the mind-shattering throes of copious orgasm. And as Susie came her juices saturated Paula's spasming quim, the young girl experienced a climax so powerful that another cry was torn from her lips and she shuddered violently in its grip.

"Out of this world! Right on! Revolutionary!" Muster congratulated them, caressing both naked bodies as they lay collapsed against each other. "I've never been so thrilled and I've never gotten such a fantastic hard-on. Look at this! See what you two have done to me!" He pushed his enormously swollen shaft between Susie's face and Paula's neck.