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CHAPTER SIX

Ms. Hagen sat on the edge of her bed, sipping Jameson's and soda while Pam hurried out of her clothing. "Come here," she said, and Pam came obediently. "You have a beautiful body," Ms. Hagen went on, running a hand up and down Pam's torso, feeling her from tits to hipbones. She let her fingers glide over Pam's lower belly, the tip of one slithering through the upper reaches of dark pubic fur. "Your breasts are surprisingly firm for their size, and I love this tiny roll of pudge below your navel." She pinched it off, and Pam giggled in spite of her professionalism. "How old are you? Twenty-four, twenty-five?"

"Twenty-six."

Ms. Hagen nodded sagely. "I always wanted a body like yours," she commented, finishing her drink and putting the glass out of the way. "I always wanted those really big, bouncy tits, and an ass not too big but just big enough, and legs – God, it should be against the law for anyone to have legs like those!"

"Mmmm," Pam cooed, stepping a little closer, "for the moment you have a body like mine, and you can do whatever you want with it, darling. I'm all yours."

"Undress me," Ms. Hagen said. She held out a foot, and Pam knelt to remove the shoe.

She couldn't be sure of her client's age. From the face, she'd have guessed middle or late thirties, but the body was something different. As the shirt and slacks peeled away, the essential Ms. Hagen came into view, and Pam found it a very edifying sight.

Ms. Hagen wore a bra and panties of pale pink under her clothing. They were sheer, wispy undies, and they veiled, rather than concealed the woman's sexual parts.

Her tits were small and round, high-set, like fresh-budded apples. They were capped by dark nipples, perfectly round, about the size of a dime. Pam stroked the bra cups, felt the hard little points of those dark nipples erect against her fingers. She'd never touched another woman's breasts before and it sent a special kind of thrill up and down her body to know that she had made those nipples harden so swiftly, so eagerly. They were stiff and rubbery where her fingers caressed, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning in and kissing the nylon bra and the trembling treasures inside it. Her lips closed upon a nipple and she sucked for a moment, tasting cloth and flesh simultaneously. By the time she moved to the other tit, she was tasting much more flesh than cloth, and the nylon was wet with her warm drool.

"Take it off," Ms. Hagen said, and Pam obediently stopped sucking. She tugged the cups free and helped Ms. Hagen pull the bra over her uplifted arms, and then she covered the naked titties with her warm, eager hands. They fluttered like frightened birds in her grasp and she looked at Ms. Hagen's eyes and saw the hard green jade melting into a liquid softness, like the shimmering surface of a woodland pool.

Pam felt herself sinking into that pool and she made no effort to break free of the spell. Yesterday this had been no more than a passing fancy, but today it was happening and she really didn't want it to stop. Anyway – how many chances did she get to try something absolutely new, yet enticingly enjoyable, and be paid for it in the bargain? Her other tricks were one thing – the frills might be a little kinky now and then, but basically she did, with her afternoon customers, only the things she'd been doing for years with plenty of other men. This was something else altogether, something for which she had no comparison. Yet. Her life as a part time call girl had finally led her into a really adventurous encounter and she wanted to milk it for ail the adventure she could derive.

She kissed Ms. Hagen, but quickly, as if she were half afraid of catching a germ from the other woman's lips, and it was a saucy, effective gesture. Ms. Hagen opened her mouth and tried to suck Pam in, but the older woman wasn't reacting fast enough, for Pam's lips had already dropped south, fastening for a moment on Ms. Hagen's sharp, firm chin. She gnawed softly but tellingly, heard Ms. Hagen moan, and her hands twisted with a gentle insistence on Ms. Hagen's small, hard tits. The hard nipples were like little burning coals in her palms and she crushed the upstanding tips with a passionate delight.

Pam stooped, unhanding the tits only to make them available to her lips. She opened wide, sucked in the end of a breast, and made her tongue swirl wildly around the thoroughly aroused nipple. Her mouth was full of saliva and it flowed onto Ms. Hagen's flesh.

She released the tit she'd been fucking, kissing her way through the wide flat vale of cleavage, and up the round rising curve of the other breast, leaving bright smears of lipstick on her way. It was only fair. Ms. Hagen had left lipstick all over Pam's neck, face, breasts and belly. She'd seen the smears when she undressed, and they excited her nearly as much as her own lipstick traces on the other woman's skin excited her now. Pam opened up again and sucked furiously on Ms. Hagen's right breast, pulling the nipple with her teeth until it seemed to stretch like putty.

Pam looked up, amid the circle of red kisses she was planting around Ms. Hagen's navel, right onto the heaving flat belly, and she said, "I really don't know what I'm supposed to do with you, or for you, or to you, or whatever."

"The hell you don't," Ms. Hagen panted, guiding Pam's hands to the waistband of her low-riding bikini pants.

"Mmmmm," Pam cooed, hooking her thumbs in the panties and tugging them slowly down. As she pulled, she pressed her lips to Ms. Hagen's abdomen and kissed each tantalizingly revealed inch of skin as the panties slid lower, until her lips were suddenly tickled by a fluffy bush of russet pubic hair that seemed to blossom like a sudden-blooming orchid.

Ms. Hagen shook her ass and thighs, and the panties fell to her knees. She grabbed Pam's head and steered it into her crotch, and she cried, "Now, now, for God's sake, eat me!"

Pam looked at Ms. Hagen's cunt, the first pussy she'd ever seen so breathtakingly close, and she found it a lovely sight indeed. There was an artistic perfection to this snatch, she decided, a ripe, fruit like swelling nestled between the upper thighs, split exactly in the center by a delicate-looking gash that the fluff of beaver couldn't conceal. In that gash, the inner lips were slightly visible, peeking forth modestly between the puffy outer flanges. She kissed the top of that slice, felt her lips meeting a trickle of moisture, already beginning to flow from inside, and the taste was exquisite. Her tongue shot forth, ran up and down Ms. Hagen's slit, and she licked up more of that trickling ooze of juice, licking it till her taste buds quivered in delight.

"Yes," Ms. Hagen moaned from above, still holding Pam's head, "I – oh, do it, damn you, don't make me wait!"

Pam had no intention of making anyone wait, least of all herself. She put her fingers on the symmetrically cut lips, opened them, and nuzzled with her lips the emerging inner labia. They were slick and wet, and they seemed to open of their own volition when her mouth brushed them. She felt the hard bump of Ms. Hagen's erected clit, firm and hot against her lips, and there was a moment of delicious tickling on the rim of Pamela's mouth. She sucked in her breath, felt Ms. Hagen shiver against her, and then Pam stuck out her tongue, stabbed it into Ms. Hagen, probing as deeply as she could manage, right up the hot, wet sex tube itself. The muscles near the opening began to ripple and contract around her prodding tongue and Pam knew for the very first time how a man must feel, thrusting his cock up a responsive twat. She loved the knowledge.

"Pretty, pretty," she murmured into the pussy as she nuzzled it, and the vibration of her soft-spoken words made a fresh ooze of dew leak from Ms. Hagen's hole. Pam lapped at it with her frisky tongue, scooping inside to pick up more. The cuntal mouth dilated as she attacked it, and it winked open, pulling Pam back inside, treating her to the same kind of agitated rippling she'd felt so delightfully before.

"You know what you're doing," Ms. Hagen groaned, wrapping her hot hands around Pam's moving head. "And you had the nerve to tell me this was your first time."

Maybe Pam knew what she was doing, and maybe she was doing it just right, but if she'd felt like stopping she'd have explained that this really was her first time with another woman, that she was allowing her instincts, and her instincts alone, to guide her. However, she reflected, actions spoke much louder than words, and she decided to let action have its full rein.

Still holding the cuntal slice open with her fingers, she began to lick up and down, licking hungrily everything from clit to pussy mouth, dipping her tongue in wherever she could find a hole or a fold or a tiny crevice that seemed in need of lingering mouth work.

"Let me – let me lie down," Ms. Hagen called from above. "I can't stand up much longer – not if you're going to – going to – oh, Jesus…"

Still mouthing pussy, sucking and kissing and licking as if she'd been doing it all her life and not for merely the past five minutes, Pam guided Ms. Hagen back toward the bed. Fortunately, it wasn't far, and in just a moment the older woman bumped against the edge of the mattress and fell back, her ass coming to rest upon the waiting bed.

Pam unglued her mouth from Ms. Hagen's snatch reluctantly, and she hurriedly removed the woman's panties and shoes. There! That was a lot better! Now Ms. Hagen's legs were free, and they could be spread so widely that the delicious twat sliced open of its own accord. "Slide back," she commanded. "Make same room for me." Legs parted, cunt gashed open, Ms. Hagen sidled over and Pam crawled onto the bed too.

Ms. Hagen sat up, but not far – only high enough for her mouth to make a fresh connection with Pam's. She accepted greedily the tongue that thrust into her, and she sucked it dry of the pussy juices Pam had lapped from her. Ms. Hagen sucked voraciously, and Pam recognized the frenzied technique. Heretofore she'd thought of that kind of mouth action only in terms of a cock rammed between her own lips, but it worked nicely – very nicely with her tongue in the other woman's mouth.

She ground her lips against Ms. Hagen's until the friction threatened to set both their mouths afire, and her hand kept working back and forth, in and out of the hot, wet slice of Ms. Hagen's cunt. It was nearly as nice to feel that pussy convulsing on her finger, but the snagging muscle action only made her long for another taste, another long, thrusting insertion of her tongue, and she broke off the kiss hastily, moving down Ms. Hagen's body.

Again she visited the stiff dark nipples, sucking them until they scorched her mouth, and she licked a wet trail down Ms. Hagen's belly, bee-lining for the patch of russet fur and the sweet treasure it contained.

"Open wide," she said, and the legs parted eagerly, the inner labia thrusting to meet her oncoming lips. Pam kissed the vulva, then slithered her tongue up Ms. Hagen. Her hands roved up and down the quivering thighs. They were smooth and firm, well-muscled, in prime shape. Ms. Hagen might be ten years older than Pam, but she had the body of an athletic young girl, and working on it was a joy.

Damn the money, Pam thought. I've got to bring her off. I want to do it. God I want her to do me, too! This has nothing to do with money. It's lust, and, oh, Jesus, I feel so Goddamned lusty! My body is a volcano, ready to explode. If only she'd touch me again, touch me the way she did on the couch. I'd give her back the fucking money. Oh, please!

She moved her lower body, brought it closer to Ms. Hagen. Pam could smell the hot swampy arousal of her cunt, and she hoped that the pungent sexy aroma might give Ms. Hagen ideas. Still, she couldn't forget her own duties, and she kept licking, stabbing her randy, cunt-crazed tongue in and out, drinking pussy-honey by the spoonful.

"Ohhhhh…" Pam moaned, suddenly as a fierce hand clamped down on her pussy. It had to be Ms. Hagen's, for both her own hands were busy stroking thighs, tickling around the split ends of the woman's gash. She clenched her legs together on the clutching hand, felt its pressure increase, and milky cum began to leak from her in a trickle that threatened each moment to become a veritable river of cream.

One good turn deserved another. She licked faster, in the hole, out the hole, spilling drool in frothy bubbles, and she set up a fast, frenzied pattern of circles around and around Ms. Hagen's stiff red clit. The sex button was unmistakable, impossible to miss, too lovely to ignore. Her tongue slavered across it, she felt a responding throb, and then she was sucking the clit, sucking it as if it were a stiff, passion-swollen nipple hard and hot against her tongue, and she thought, There's something magical about this. Something wonderful and perfect. God, I'm loving her pussy just the way I like to have mine done. It's almost as if I'm bent over double, sucking myself off! When I lick her, when I kiss her, when I suck her, I can feel it in my own snatch, and it makes me hotter, God, so much hotter…

Some of that, of course, was due to the fact that one of Ms. Hagen's fingers was again delving in Pam's twat, reaming the tight, receptive hole with sure, slow strokes, coating itself further in hat inner juices with each thrust. Pam writhed as the nimble digit invaded her, and she flexed her thighs open and shut on the hand to which the finger belonged, gasping into Ms. Hagen's cunt with each ripple of excitement through her own body. Her tongue shot deeply as she gasped, and Ms. Hagen's own frantic writhing was a source of pride and pleasure to the determined young woman. If she was going to lose her bisexual cherry, there was no better way to lose it, Pam decided, her face bobbing up and down in Ms. Hagen's crotch.

Pam looked at the expanse of sex open before her, and she couldn't content herself merely with licking and kissing Ms. Hagen's twat. She forced her lips to abandon the juicing silt and she started to lick and nuzzle the sensitive region at the tops of Ms. Hagen's thighs. At least she was very sensitive there, and the current rubbing of Ms. Hagen's hand in that area was enough to drive her over the fucking wall! And she hoped that the gesture would be acceptable to her client.

It was. Ms. Hagen wailed, "Oh, God, do it agaaaaiiinnnn!" And Pam was delighted to do just that. Her tongue glided across the smooth, sweat glistening flesh, visited the nerve endings which lay so close to the epidermis there, and tickled lasciviously until a fresh ooze of cummy juices formed on the lips of the nearby snatch. Pam grazed it with her cheek, felt the hot musky dew collect on her skin, and she turned her face around, tongue burrowing into the sweet pot of honey.

Ms. Hagen jerked up, as if a jolt of electricity had just spurted through her body, and Pam saw the woman's small reddish asshole, almost hidden in the tight-clenched crack below the pussy. She thrust in with a stiff, eager finger, pronged the anus forcefully, felt its tight ring yield slightly. Pam angled her face deeper into Ms. Hagen's spread lap and she separated the buttocks, allowing her tongue to push lazily into the vicinity of the asshole. Again Ms. Hagen jerked, and the jerk seemed to bring her rectal opening and Pam's tongue into direct contact.

"Lick me," Ms. Hagen panted, "lick my ass! Kiss it! Suck it! God, do anything you feel like doing!"

For a moment Pam did lick her anus, and it wasn't so unusual; she did it for her husband, sometimes, when she was really pulling a production number on his cock and balls. Pam didn't expect the opening to taste of shit, and it didn't. Instead, there was a pungent, fleshy flavor, mingled with salty bubbles of sweat, and her tongue laved back again and again, revisiting Ms. Hagen's anus, teasing about as if she meant to bugger the woman with her frisky tongue.

"Ouch!" Pam squealed suddenly, and she twisted her lower body. "What are you doing?"

It was a silly question. There was no need whatsoever to ask it. Ms. Hagen's intent was quite obvious. She had one finger in Pam's pussy and, right now, she was busy trying to stick another finger up Pam's asshole. Pam moaned again, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be finger cornholed, but in a moment it mattered not because she was being fingered in both holes at once, and she closed her eyes for a second, content to bask in the wondrous sensation of it.

Ms. Hagen moved her hand, each of those inserted fingers pushing like explorers through virgin jungle, and she felt the tips of them almost come together, only a thin wall of tissue separating them, the wall of slender flesh which divided her cuntal tube from her rectal chute, and the fingers kept pressing, as if they meant to tear their way through that barrier, and Pam opened her eyes and her mouth too, opened it in a scream.

She was coming, coming uncontrollably, both cunt and ass contracting muscularly around Ms. Hagen's fingers, a thick flood of milk oozing from her gash, and she wanted to lie there relishing that come, to feel her juice gushing, to feel her muscles working like well-tuned machines while her eyes throbbed in their sockets – and her heart did ninety-five and blood rushed from her cunt to her heart and back again, so fast that consciousness was only a fleeting sensation, on now, off now…

But she had a job to perform, no matter how she felt, a job for which she'd already been paid, a hundred and fifty dollars, and the least she could do was split the money back again with Ms. Hagen for the job she'd done on her. No, the least she could do was give Ms. Hagen full value for that hundred and fifty dollars and by God, she'd give it to her, she'd give the queer bitch her Goddamned money's worth, she'd eat her pussy until it was nothing but a shredded gash, she'd suck her dry, suck cum till Ms. Hagen's ovaries collapsed inside her belly.

Pam raised her mouth and covered Ms. Hagen's twat and she sucked like a vacuum cleaner, her tongue shooting out now and then to flick neatly over the exposed, aroused clit or to shove its irresistible way up Ms. Hagen's cunt itself, ramming through the dilated hole, past the clenching muscles, into the slick interior of the snatch, where a wagonload of thick hot honey awaited her.

Pam sucked, and her mouth was full of cum and sweat and rubbery, quivering flesh, and there were loose hairs stuck to her tongue, too, but she didn't mind them, for she heard Ms. Hagen cry out, "God – nowwww! I'm Commiinnnngggg! Drink me dry! Suck me! Goddddd!"

And her fingers pressed as far as they could into Pamela, and the tips of her fingers seemed to meet, to touch one another, that wall of flesh between them melting away, and the two women clutched one another and rocked together, sharing their passion at the moment of its completion.

The last thought that crossed Pam's mind before her eyes snapped shut and her head went numb was, I'm glad I don't have any more clients this afternoon, because I am Goddamned fucked out!