Ron Taylor - Back Door Wives

"Not bad," she said, nodding. "You've turned into a real knockout since the old days, honey. God, if you'd looked like that in high school, you wouldn't have kept your ripe little cherry past lunch period!"

She moved toward Tricia, walking like a cat on the balls of her feet, as if she were still wearing the spike heels she'd already removed. Tricia took a step backward but her legs bumped the edge of the bed. Kate came closer.

"Don't be scared," she said in a smoothly silky voice. "This is going to be an educational experience."

Tricia still didn't understand what was about to happen, but as Kate's hand came to rest on her arm she began to get unsettling ideas. Kate's face came in closer and closer.

She's going to kiss me! Tricia thought in alarm, and then the soft warm mouth of her friend was, indeed, pressing firmly, moistly, against Tricia's lips, and she felt the touch of Kate's stiff rubbery nipples brushing ever so lightly against the tingly flesh of her own tits, as if they too were planting hot little kisses on Tricia's skin.

Kate's arms encircled her friend, and she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to lick at Tricia's still closed lips. The touch was unbearably ticklish.

Tricia tried to murmur a protest, but she only succeeded in opening her mouth enough to allow Kate's tongue entry. The brush of the limber wet organ was like a live jolt of electricity applied directly to Tricia's mouth, and she gave a squeal of surprise.

Kate's hands came down to cup Tricia's buttocks. She was used to feeling Ken's hands on her ass, but Kate's fingers were smaller, friskier. They handled the firm flesh as if they already knew it by heart, rubbing and squeezing the cheeks like a masseuse with nasty ideas.

Kate's thigh eased into the slightly parted gap of Tricia's legs, and the firm tanned flesh came to rest squarely against Tricia's cuntal gash. Kate pushed with her leg, and Tricia felt her balance starting to desert her. She toppled backward, and fortunately the bed was there to break her fall.

Kate came down with her, still atop Tricia, and her lithe, firm body began to squirm and writhe above the other woman's. She had both legs between Tricia's now, and she pressed her pussy into Tricia's cunt.

Wetly, with ticklish brushes of pussyfur, their flesh merged. Kate's tongue worked in and out of Tricia's mouth, and she held the face rock-steady for her nonstop kisses.

Her lips slid free of Tricia's, with a smacking sound, and she looked down, her eyelashes almost touching Tricia's. "I bet this is something you never did before either," she said in a throaty voice.

Tricia, her blue eyes enormous with shock, could only shake her head. It was true. She'd never done anything remotely like this, unless you counted making out with guys. But to feel the sexual heat of another woman pressing so insistently against herself – no, God, never before!!!

"Just part of your education, then," Kate sighed. She looked down at Tricia's hard pink nipples. "Oh, they look edible," she whispered, and she leaned down to lick each of them in turn.

Her eyes remained focused on Tricia's face, studying the reaction as her tongue worked around the nipple rims in studied circular patterns, shifting from clockwise to counterclockwise and back again, at totally unpredictable intervals. Her hands firmed up the already firm tits, pushing the nipples upward and making them sweet hot targets for the attention of Kate's exploring tongue.

"You like it, don't you?" she said between caresses. "It turns you on to have another woman lick your tits, doesn't it, Tricia?"

"It feels wild," Tricia confessed. "You seem to know exactly where to put your tongue and make my skin crawl with excitement."

"I can suck too," Kate informed her, and she lowered her face, mouth already round-open. She eased it down over the pink peak of a tit and she hollowed in her cheeks, sucking warmly, wetly, on Tricia's nipple.

Kate's mouth was gentle but determined. Tricia's head tossed from side to side, hair swishing across her face in little showers of red, sometimes catching in the corners of her mouth. "Stop it," she said, not even believing the words herself. Her hands were wrapped around Kate's head and she was urging her tit upward into her friend's hot wet mouth.

And through it all, Kate's pussy kept bumping forcefully into Tricia's, their crotches coming together in a mimicry of the act of fucking. As her cunt continued to slide against her friend's, Tricia could feel her crotch dampening, her pussy starting to leak hot juices, and she didn't 'really' miss the feel of nine inches of hard meat stabbing up her aroused pussyhole.

Her clit was as big as a peachpit by now, and each time she felt Kate slide sexily into her, she could swear that her clit got just a little bit bigger, a little bit hotter. Was that even possible?

"Do me too," Kate urged. Tricia didn't understand what she was talking about. "Like this, silly!" Kate laughed. She moved one of her legs, and suddenly she was riding Tricia's thigh while her own thigh slid erotically through Tricia's cuntal gap.

Tricia gasped as she felt the response of Kate's hot pussy to the caress of her leg, and she blushed to realize how good it made her feel while she was doing it – almost as good as the feel of Kate's leg stroking her own snatch.

Well, if she needed anything to get her mind off Ken's sudden insistence on fucking her in the ass, this was certainly the ticket. In Kate's hot lesbian embrace she was finding responses within herself that she had never even guessed were there.

Kate went back to tit-eating, but Tricia was hungry for kisses and she pulled her friend's face up so she could take the initiative. "You bitch," she whispered. "What have you done to me???"

She held Kate's cheeks and she pried the lips open with her tongue, sticking it into Kate's mouth almost as expertly as Kate had done to Tricia. As she did it she giggled at her brashness. She felt like a schoolgirl who had just learned what her clit was for.

"I wanna eat you," Kate whispered into Tricia's mouth. "Do you think you'd like that?"

"I think I would," Tricia confessed, holding tight to the woman who lay atop her. "But," she added, "I still don't understand how this is supposed to help me with my problem."

Kate fought herself free of Tricia's possessive embrace. "You just need to loosen up a little," she said. "But not 'too' loose, of course! Just lie back and trust me, honey."

Tricia had been eaten before, of course, but never by another woman. There was a magical difference in the sensation as soon as Kate's tongue began to work on her cuntal trench.

It was obviously not the first time Kate had ever eaten a cunt. She grinned up at Trish as she spread the pink puffy lips and moved her nose up and down the exposed coral furrow.

She sniffed as she stroked, and the little puffs of air made goosebumps rise all over Tricia's body. She clutched her tits, squeezing them till the nipples stood up almost an inch long between her pinching fingers. "Oh, God," she murmured. "Oh, God!"

Kate giggled like a schoolgirl and stuck her tongue into Tricia's cunt. It was like a snake slithering into the spread-open mouth of the pussy, and it went deep, straight for the heart of Tricia's arousal.

Trish gasped and bucked, humping herself into Kate's questing face. Kate took hold of Tricia's buttocks and squeezed them insistently. Heat radiated from her fingertips. Tricia began to squirm and writhe uncontrollably.

"Eat me," she whispered, "oh, eat my hot wet pussy!!!"

Kate's tongue moved up to the clit, whipping it pugnaciously. It throbbed in response. Her hands were all over Tricia's pussy, caressing it, spreading the labes wide then squeezing them tightly together, milking little bubbles of cuntal juice out of the sliced gash. She manipulated the flaps until they began to tingle and burn, her fingers slipping between them and tickling the pussy mouth she'd already teased with her tongue.