Licking Linds (F/F)
By
Tayla
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It is intended for the enjoyment of those over 18.
Maybe it is because I haven't had a man in quite a while. Or maybe I was expressing something deep from my subconscious, but sitting by the pool at the club, I went to instant horny as I watched the parade of lovely, young, bikini-clad daughters. These girls, as well as the teen girls in short tennis skirts, their pert little nipples outlined in tight tops, made me throb. I confided to my friend that a couple of hours of rubbing myself on one of those sleek bodies could get me off quite nicely. She commiserated with me and gave me the name of her escort service, Exocet. Her fantasy of being a French governess who made love to her charges was fulfilled twice by women from the agency.
I had my BMW brought around and headed home. My pussy was wet in anticipation. I could hardly wait to place my call. The fantasy was in mind and luckily I had no current husband to impede it.
It's eight o'clock. The help has the night off. The doorbell rings. Satisfaction is just on the other side of the door. She was 5'6" with green eyes. Thick, blond ponytail, white button down blouse, short blue plaid skirt, navy sweater tied around her neck, leather sneakers, white socks and an expensive backpack thrown across one shoulder. Plus twenty pounds of attitude. Perfection. She was a 19-year old lesbian college girl, but tonight she would be a 16-year old fantasy fuck for this 35-year old woman. Her name would be Linds, short for Lindsay. She was gorgeous and I was wet.
We stepped right into the fantasy. "I'm sorry you're not happy about being here, but your parents didn't want you to be alone. Apparently you've been a very bad girl, Linds ." Her parents told me she was on strict punishment, but didn't say why. I was the accommodating next door neighbor whose husband had taken our 11 year old son on a pre-birthday camping trip.
"Yeah, right. I'm not a baby. I could have stayed by myself," she whined. "My parents just got bummed out when they came home early from one of their late business meetings and found my friend Bethie and a boy at home with me. It is forbidden to have a boy over when they're not home. They think we might have sex or something," she smirked.
"No, you're not a baby. You're a lovely young woman, but your parents know what's best. We'll have a great time together. I promise."
"Uh huh, fine. You know what I would be doing as soon as I got home? If I wasn't a prisoner here." She rolled her eyes.
"No, Linds, what? I questioned.
"Well, I'd have my friend Bethie with me. Not some lame guy. My girlfriend, Bethie. I would be tearing off her panties to get to the pussy I'd been wanting all day. Now that is what I call fun."
My hand went to my chest. "What did you say," I asked incredulously.
"Pussy, yes, I said it. Pussy. I'd have my head between her legs sucking her dry, making us cum over and over. I love the taste and feel of pussy. I love the sound of the word. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Gee, Linds, you don't mince words, do you?"
"Why should I?" she said. "I know what I want and I get it. From Bethie or from some other female."
I was fascinated. "Some other female? Someone older or younger? Who, Linds?"
"An adult, actually. She's my Home Ec teacher. She walks around all prim and proper in her cute little apron, but when I bury my tongue into that pussy, she is practically banging pots and pans. Sucked an A out of her last semester. I'll do it again this semester, too. And I fucking hate Home Ec." She laughed.
My body ached to touch her.
We chatted as I led her into the kitchen for a beverage. She plopped her cute little ass on my countertop as I got Cokes and ice. Continuing the fantasy, I told her, "You know, you shouldn't sit on counters."
"Why not? I love counters. I've gotten some great action on countertops. Hey, wanna see my pussy? I'm not wearing panties and I shaved most of it last night. I left a little strip. Come on. You can look. Bethie thinks it's really pretty," she said as she raised her skirt and began to rub it. "It feels so good. I'll let you touch it if you want. I won't tell anyone."
I went further into my fantasy. She must have thought she totally shocked me. Not. I've had some pussy in my lifetime. Actually, I got a lot of pussy when I was dumped in a boarding school for a year. Fucking is what we girls did at night. We rarely saw boys and our parents didn't want us around, so we took comfort in each other. And what better comfort than fucking. My nickname was the "Night Rider" because I liked being on top of a girl, screwing my pussy into hers.
As she lay back on the countertop and took the liberty of unbuttoning her tight blouse, I quietly pulled up a stool to the end of the counter, quickly spread her legs and plunged my tongue into her luscious wetness. She gasped loudly and trapped my tongue inside her. I felt her orgasm in my mouth. Girl juice erupted and I drank it. My own juice ran down my legs with no panties to capture it.
"Wow, Mrs C., that was fantastic. I was just teasing you a bit. I had no idea you'd like girls, with you being married and all. Does Mr. C. know?"
"Be careful what you ask for, Linds. You may just get it." As she continued to praise me, I took a sliver of ice from my drink glass, rubbed it on her vulva and eased it into her pussy. She shivered at the coldness, but heated up as I drank the moisture it produced. She came again.
I retrieved a firm banana from my fruit bowl. "What my husband doesn't know wont hurt him. Are you a virgin, Linds?" I asked as I inserted my little finger inside her. "In here?"
"No way. I do guys sometimes when I have a date, but I like girls best. Bethie took my virginity when we were 13. She likes to put things in me. She knows how to please a pussy. Boys don't have a clue. They think a pussy is just something hot to thrust in for one minute."
"You're right about boys, Linds. Now let's see how much of this nice banana your vagina can take." I slowly inserted the fruit inside Linds. Each fat inch seemed to excite her more. When it was to the hilt, I rubbed her clit and watched her go wild. What a beautiful sight she was. When I removed the fruit, I licked some of her juice away, but saved the rest for her.
As she experienced her afterglow, I rose and plunged my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues battled in bliss. The taste of pussy shared. There is absolutely nothing like kissing another female. Moans of pleasure left our throats. My hand reached for her wet pussy again as I fucked her sweet mouth.
Linds had pushed her soft bra up to her neck as I manipulated her pussy. Young, firm breasts with pretty pink nipples lay before me. I lost track of time as I spread them with my son's chocolate sauce and sucked and bit at them, leaving trails of sweet wetness. Linds held my head, pushing me closer. She was mumbling over and over, "Oh, Mrs. C.! Shit, oh fuck, suck it, suck it." I devoured her young breasts, leaving many red spots made in pleasure.
Linds thought she was spent, but I was not yet done. I was on a sexual high. Still on the counter, I had her turn over had get on all fours. What an absolutely erotic site she was with her skirt pulled up over her luscious, pink ass. I licked and sucked her undulating ass cheeks. Her swollen pussy seemed to hang between her legs. I went in from behind and ate her as she screamed for more. More is what I gave her.
Too soon, it was time for her too leave. I caressed her as we straightened her clothes and hair. We couldn't have anything out of order. We walked to the front door. I was about to send her to the parents who trusted me with her care. Linds needed to be fucked and I gave her what she needed. "Wait, Linds. I need a little something else from you."
"After all the pussy I let you have, Mrs. C? You need more? Why, you're just like me. So, bring it on!"
"Lie down on the rug and pull up your skirt. This wont take too long."
She did as I asked and watched me remove my damp skirt. I was not known as the "Night Rider" for nothing. I quickly lowered my pussy to her oh so swollen one, captured her arms, inserted my tongue in her mouth and began the ride. I rode her, with the passion, memory and stamina of a teen. She matched my efforts. "Remember, Linds, ..this is... oh, you feel so good...our secret...no one must know... that I fucked you... Not even Bethie..Ohh!... Is that ...understood?" I felt her clit swell hugely against mine and our cums shot through us. It was glorious.
"Thank you," I whispered as we again prepared her to leave.
"Yes, ma'am." I felt a shiver go through her as I traced her erect nipples through her blouse with rolled bill. I slipped the generous tip in her bra and sent her away wet with my juice and possible rug burn. I was not gentle in my passion as I screwed her into the floor.
When I locked my door, I immediately called my friend to tell her how good my session was with the girl. I walked, still naked from the waist down, to my kitchen. I will never look at my countertop again without remembering the things I did with that teenage girl. A pleasant shudder went through my body.
"If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman"