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Chapter 10

Almost half a pack of cigarettes later, there was a knock on the door and Sally walked in, I had never really been too clothes conscious before, but I delighted by her outfit. It was a soft, light summer dress that seemed to be held up by nothing more tangible than a wish – a wish that seemed capable of changing at the slightest whim.

Her hair was combed loosely over her shoulders, and despite her glasses and the bad complexion that seemed to keep her from getting the dates she wanted, I thought just then as she walked into the apartment that she was a really beautiful girl. For the first conscious moment, I became aware of exactly why I had acted the way I had the previous afternoon and evening. It hit me with the full force of a lightning bolt, and shocked me into a silent shy-ness!

As Sally walked into the apartment and spun slightly to close the door behind her, her skirt flared out around her knees. I was treated to a full view of her body as it made a half arc before me. My eyes drank in the thin, taut hips, the slender legs and the small delectable mounds of her budding breasts.

She said something to me, but I was not aware of words – only the movement of her red lips and the flash of white teeth behind them. It was a conscious thought now, and I was both shocked and embarrassed by it – I knew I wanted those very lips to touch my cunt! I was finally aware of the fact that I wanted to compare the caress of a woman, one who had intimate knowledge of the female body, with the caress of the man I loved so dearly, my father.

Certainly I felt guilty about my thoughts, particularly since they were now in the open, but it was not what I would call a normal guilt. I had no feeling one way or another about a lesbian caress in itself, but I didn't want to cheat on Daddy. But, as with any woman who contemplates such things, the carnal desire, the curiosity and the longing for experiment soon overrode any feelings of loyalty I might have held at that moment.

Besides, I rationalized, Sally was here in the apartment at the moment and Daddy was away at school and now was now!

Sally stopped before the couch and stared at me in a strange way. "I said, 'How are you?' "

"Oh," I managed, taking a deep drag of the cigarette that trembled in my hand. "Fine, fine. How are you today?"

"Great," she said. "But whatever are you staring at?"

I had been looking at her pubic area wondering if I could bring myself to touch her there again and if I could… bring my lips to touch her there… if she touched mine with hers.

"Nothing," I told her. "Nothing… I was just admiring your dress. Is it new?"

"This?" she said. "You've seen this a hundred times. Whatever is the matter with you?"

I couldn't answer. Instead, I plunged my cigarette into the ashtray before me, and ground it to shreds. But almost instantly I seemed compelled to reach for the pack lying on the table and shake another free, and as I did so, I had to bend my body forward. The top of my housecoat fell open, but I made no move to replace the garment as I leaned back again and lit the new cigarette.

I tried to avoid Sally's glaring eyes, but I knew they were focused on me. I also knew that she must be experiencing strange thoughts of her own for she reached for the last-cigarette in the pack and lit it, despite the fact that she didn't smoke.

She pulled a deep cloud of white smoke into her mouth, puffing it high in the air before turning back to face me. When she spoke, there was a strange huskiness in her voice.

"You sure have nice-looking boobies," she said to me.

"Do I?" I tried to sound shy and coy, but it didn't work and I knew it hadn't. Then something wild and strange came over me – looking Sally full in the eyes, I asked, "Would you like to touch them?"

"Gosh," she replied. "You mean it? Sure!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she took the two steps to where I sat on the couch, dropped her freshly lit cigarette into the ashtray and curled down beside me. Instantly, her hand reached out and slipped under the loose folds of my housecoat so that her cool fingers were gently stroking my left breast and its nipple.

"Oh, gosh!" she exclaimed. "They're so big and round!"

She continued her stroking as I leaned back and let the waves of pleasure roll through me. Looking down at her hand, I felt an added sensation as I watched her fingers manipulating my erect nipple. Then, my own hand moved slightly so that it touched her knees.

Bolder now that she was sending ripples of pleasure through me, and because she had made no movement to withdraw when my fingers touched the silken flesh of her legs, my voice was calm when I said, "I've still got some wieners."

"Really?" she gasped, but her hand never stopped moving. "Do you suppose… I mean… well, will you let me touch you here and all? Could I… do you? Just once. Please?"

"You really want to, Sally?"

"Oh, yes," she gasped.

"Well, if you really want to and promise not to tell anyone."

"Don't be silly. I'll get the wieners myself."

"Okay," I said, watching as Sally jumped from the couch and dashed into the kitchen. In the instant it took her to rip the refrigerator door open and grab a hot dog, I had loosened my housecoat even more so that the full length of my body was exposed. Slipping one finger along the slightly opened mouth of my vagina to make sure I was as lubricated as I supposed, I was hardly surprised to find that I was wetter than I had ever been and more excited emotionally than I had ever thought possible.

Sally rushed back with the single wiener in her hand and again sat down beside me on the couch, rubbing the wiener between her hands to warm it slightly.

"You've got to lie back and open your legs," she said with authority. "I mean, so I can get it in right."

I did what she asked, reclining full length on the sofa so that one leg dangled over the edge and the other rested along the back of the couch. Sail sat between my spread legs and touched me with one finger. I winced with the sheer ecstasy of it.

"Goddamn," she said. "You really get wet, don't you? I never get that wet. Isn't this just wild?"

I didn't reply. I looked at the ceiling and savored the feeling of her first soft probes with the wiener as her fingers, so used to the folds and contours of her own body, began to explore me. Then, as she slowly slipped the firm wiener into my gaping opening, I must have gasped in the pure physical pleasure of it. There were no emotional involvements at all. This was what I had wished for – sheer, uncomplicated physical ecstasy. I could enjoy it as calmly as she had – could carry on a conversation – could even finish the last two puffs of my cigarette and put it into the ashtray.

She continued moving the wiener in and out of my throbbing hole as we talked to one another.

"How is it?" she kept asking. "How does it feel in your cunt like that? Is it good?"

"It's good," I told her, '-but press a little higher, like that. Harder and not so fast. That's right. Just like that."

"Oh, gosh. Isn't this exciting?"

"You know what I did yesterday, Sally, after you were finished and I got it out of you?"

"No, what?" She didn't interrupt her movements for even a split second.

"I went in and ate the raw hot dog."

"You what?"

"You heard me. What's wrong with that?"

"Well, nothing I guess… only… "

"You seem shocked, Sally. What is it, eating the raw wiener?"

Still her hands moved back and forth – one holding the hot dog and the other gently flickering my clit back and forth, "A little of both, I guess. I mean…"

"Didn't you know a lot of people do that?"

"Do what? Eat raw wieners?"

"No, dummy. Kiss each other there. You're not that square that you haven't heard of cock-suckers, are you?"

"Oh, sure, but that's different. I mean boys are different. I wouldn't mind that. Goddamn no, I think I'd kind of like it!"

"Well, they do it back, you know."

"Do it back? You mean they kiss girls down there?" For the first time since she had begun to move the hot dog inside me, she stopped.

"Sure," I said. "It feels real groovy."

"How do you know?"

"You really want to know?" I asked.

"Sure."

"And you promise not to tell?"

"Cross my cunt."

"Well," I began, "I used to know this boy, see, and he showed me. Don't stop moving it, Sally. Good, just like that. And anyway, he used to like to do that. He said I couldn't get pregnant that way and he'd just lick me and lick me. God, it's the wildest feeling… right now, it's the best feeling I can imagine in the whole world."

"You… want me to… I mean, you want me to do that to you down there?"

"Do you want to, Sal?"

"Damn, I dunno! I mean I never even… "

I knew I had to get her to kiss me on my fur-burger and my fuck-button like Daddy did. And, I also knew I would do anything to get her to do it to me. I couldn't have her back away now, no matter what I had to go through.

"Want me to show you how?" I said.

"You mean, you'll do that to me?"

"Sure," I answered. I knew I sounded a lot more confident and self-assured than I really felt, but I also knew I had to get her mouth on me. "But only if you promise that you'll do me, too."

"I dunno… "

"Of course, if you don't want to… if you want to play around with old broom handles and hot dogs the rest of your life and never know what it's like to be eaten off… "

"Well… I… okay. But only if you do it to me first"

"Okay," I said. "Here, you lift up your dress and lie on the couch. No, on second thought, why don't we take off all our clothes and then, after we're done loving each other up real good, we can go down for a swim!"

Still somewhat reluctant, but now with an added fire of eagerness, Sally pulled the dress over her shoulders and slipped out of her flimsy lace panties. She stood for a moment, clad only in her bra before she moved toward the couch. It was then that I thought of this groovy idea.

"Let's go into the bedroom," I said. "I mean into Daddy's bedroom. He's got a great big bed in there and we can both lie down."

"What if he finds us?"

"He won't find out, silly. C'mon."

I looped one arm around her narrow, hot waist and half led her into Daddy's and my bedroom where she lay on the bed as I slipped out of my housecoat. "Now take off your bra," I said, "and just relax. Spread your legs open and just take it easy… "

Although I kept talking possibly more to boost my own confidence than to give her any, I could feel an added surge of excitement going through me coupled with a deep-seated feeling of doubt. I didn't know whether I wanted to go through with it after all, but now I had to.

I kept trying to think of her doing it to me as I knelt on the bed, moved up so that my knees were almost between hers and then first with my hands on her hips and then moving them under her tenderly round buttocks, I lowered ray face so that my mouth was almost on her cunt.

I waited for a moment, then stared at the soft open folds of her vaginal lips and the little wet pointed finger of her clit as it seemed to beckon to me to come even nearer. Then, taking a deep breath, I sunk my fingers into the flesh of her behind as I lowered my mouth to her waiting hole.

If I had any doubts about being disgusted or repelled, they were instantly shattered. Her clitoris seemed to fit exactly between my lips and my tongue savored the delicately scented juice of her inner vagina.

"Holy Jesus!" Sally gasped as my tongue slithered the length of her erect clitoris and pushed into her vaginal tract. "That's the greatest thing in the world… Jesus, I'm going to come already. I can't stop it. I'm going to… Holy Jesus… "

And with that, her body gave a shuddering throb, her hands entwined themselves in my hair pulling my face tighter to her groin and her legs seemed to flail and kick to a point where I thought she might break the bed.

Finally, though her convulsions and gasps and swearing had stopped and she lay back panting as though she had just run a mile in about two minutes flat, she moaned.

"Well," I asked. "Didn't I tell you?"

"Yes! God, but I had no idea. I never came off like that in my whole life. That's just too fast for me. I can't see straight."

"Now, you gotta do me," I said. "You promised, remember?"

"Okay," she gasped, "but you gotta give me a minute at least to catch my breath. I never had anything like that happen to me before. Oh, my God, you're really something… "

I let her lie there on Daddy's bed until it seemed as though her breathing had become more regular again, and as I waited, I became increasingly more eager for her caress. If I had made her come as fast as that, surely it was only because I was female too and knew exactly where and how to touch her for the maximum sensation. That meant that she would know the same thing and that being loved up by a woman would be better than with a man.

Finally, I rolled over on my back and spread my legs apart for her. "Come and get it, Sally," I urged. "I haven't got all day."

"Okay, okay. Take it easy."

I kept my eyes open as she moved into position between my spread legs. Her face held an expression of doubt, but I gently placed my hands on either side of her head so that her ears rested gently in my palms and our eyes caught for just a moment before we both smiled and she lowered her mouth to my seething cunt.

At first, her movements were shy and mouselike as if she were experimenting. Then she gradually wanned to her task and as she did, I could feel the pleasure mounting in intensity within me.

What aversion or doubt she may have had at the beginning soon vanished as her lips and tongue gradually explored the molten cavern of my desire and as she became more relaxed and free with her movements, I, too, began to savor added tingles of delight.

Her tongue was like a magic wand working strange and fantastic miracles with every fibre of my body. It seemed as if the waves of sheer physical pleasure that began in my groin were spreading throughout my entire being, surging through my torso, along the length of my limbs and flashing through every finger and toe.

I gasped aloud with the ecstasy of it and although I tried to keep my head up and my eyes open so that I could see her head gently moving in a rolling motion between my legs, I could not. All my energy was drained, and all my being was between my legs centered in the exact spot where she now labored in her own delight. My head fell back to the pillow, my eyes shut and I experienced pure ecstatic pleasure that mounted and mounted until I could hold my reaction back no longer.

I tried to keep my body from the ultimate response because I wanted to savor every tingle of joy and make it last forever but I failed. My bodily responses would not hold back – the walls and bonds broke and shattered and there I was, roaring into a wild and golden orgasm that shivered every nerve I had, spasming me into the clouds of roaring passion that were the ultimate of anything and everything any human being can possibly ever experience.

I experienced the intensity of it for a moment and an eternity, as it constantly built within me, pressing ever harder to explode, shaking my limbs involuntarily and squeezing every organ until finally the thrill of it was so much that I could not bear the strain any longer.

With a shrill cry escaping from within my lips, I completely blacked out.

How long I remained like that, I shall never know, but it couldn't have been too long. I awoke with Sally, still naked, leaning over me, pressing a cold towel to my forehead.

Words were no longer necessary for we both knew that we had found something neither one of us could ever deny again. This was the greatest pleasure I had ever known. It was not love in an emotional sense, but it was pure physical abandon based on two young girls who knew each other's body as their own. We had now discovered how to give and take pleasure so intensely that with only one experience, we were both addicted.

Slowly, I managed to rise from the bed and walk into the bathroom where I splashed water on my face and gradually retained my physical sanity again.

When I came out of the bathroom, Sally was already dressed in the bottom half of her bathing suit, but her young breasts were still bare. They jutted toward me, begging me to caress them and, as if hypnotized, I walked to where she stood, gently took one in each hand and leaned over to kiss first the left and then the right.

Again, neither of us spoke. Instead, we both donned our complete swim outfits and went down to the pool for a morning swim.

We spent two hours or so in and around the pool, and then went back to the apartment for lunch, but it was as if we were again compelled to experiment with our adolescent bodies before savoring more substantial food. This time I was so eager to have her lips on mine that I asked her to lie on the living room floor. I almost ripped the bottom from my bathing suit and knelt on the floor so that I straddled her eager mouth and tongue.

As she licked and kissed my eager cunt, I leaned forward and none too gently pulled her own bathing suit bottom away from her hips and down the length of her legs. Then, allowing my torso to fall forward, I lowered my mouth to her wet pubic bush and inserted my tongue and lips into her gaping, sopping hole. We lay there in seventh heaven, savoring the taste of one another and the wild, wanton ecstasy of what the other was doing and then – then we spasmed together into a writhing, twisting orgasm that was so complete that neither of us could move for almost five minutes!

In my sated pleasure, I had no idea what implications our lesbian pleasures would have. I only knew that I had never experienced pleasure so intense in my whole young life.

For that moment, Sally and her wonderful mouth were all I could think of. We cooked a small bit of lunch and then returned to the pool. Then, in the afternoon we again returned to the apartment and again enjoyed the intensely exhausting pleasures of mutual orgasm before it suddenly dawned on me that Daddy was due back at any moment.

Like a demon, I leaped from his bed and hurried Sally into her street clothes. Then, just before she left, I pulled her close to me and kissed her full on the mouth, letting my tongue savor the hot warmth of her breath and the magic excitement that was there.

Reluctantly, I let her go and then drained, sated and exhausted, I collapsed on the couch in the living room to await the return of the man I loved… the man whose love I had defiled by my childish experiment in pleasure.