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Chapter 4

What did a girl say to that? No? That would have been laughable!

Remind the next governor that he was breaking the law?

Run? They were in his house. Where could she go?

She stood and stared at Linc, her lower lip quivering. "P-please don't!"

"Oh, shit!" he said. "Don't bawl!"

"Than leave me alone!"

"That ass of yours-why's it so goddamned precious?"

He was power-mad, Melanie concluded. That was why he wanted to become governor. He was dangerous! He thought he could do anything he wanted… to anyone. Now she was it. Tomorrow it might be the whole state.

These thoughts flashed swiftly through her mind as she faced him, panting and desperately trying to think of a way out. Then the door opened, and Bea appeared.

"What are you dooo-ing to the girl?" she asked her husband. "I heard her screaming!"

"She's a goddamned cold-assed bitch!" he said, then told Melanie, "You're fired!"

"Good!" she exclaimed, immensely relieved that she hadn't been raped.

"Wait… wait!" Beatrice spoke up. She moved to Melanie's side. "Linc, you've had too much booze, you crazy bastard! Go to bed!"

"But I want something!" he whined, surprisingly showing a streak of little-boy petulance. "This is my night!"

"You've got a number," Bea said. "Call it. They'll send you a whore who'll love to screw the next governor!"

"How about you?"

"I've got to comfort this girl, if you don't want her walking out on us!"

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I fired her!"

"Well, fuck yourself!" Bea retorted. "I'm hiring her back!"

"No!" Melanie said firmly. "I want to quit!"

"Shhh." Over her shoulder, Bea said, "Linc, you get out of here!"

The future governor obeyed.

Bea shut the door and smiled at Melanie. "Well… well… well," she said, trying to make light of it. "He's a sonofabitch when he gets loaded, isn't he?"

"He's mean and nasty!" Melanie sniffled. "He slapped me! And he pushed up my dress!"

"Is that all?"

"He licked my legs."

"Oh, yes. He's a leg-licker, all right… among other things."

"I just want to leave here!" Melanie pleaded.

"No, you don't!" Bea insisted. "Not really! After you have a nice warm bath and get some sleep, you'll feel better. Now take your clothes off and I'll start the tub."

Take her clothes off in front of Bea? That would be almost as bad as submitting to Beas' husband, Melanie thought.

"I'll, uh, start my own bath," she said.

"Okay. Then I'll help you undress." Bea moved up and began to fuss with Melanie's blouse. After all that she had been through, the innocent blonde felt too weak to protest. At least Bea couldn't penetrate her, she thought, and let the older woman take her blouse off.

"Oooh, nice tits!" Bea said as she ogled the pert, pink-nippled beauties sheathed in Melanie's see-through bra.

She stripped the girl's skirt down, and Melanie stepped out of it, revealing pink panties, garter straps and stockings. "You dress just like I do," Bea said. "Is that a coincidence or…?"

"Your husband asked me to wear a garter belt and stockings," Melanie replied wearily. "I don't know why I did it."

"I do. Because subconsciously you knew he would be after you."

"No! I don't want to have sex with him! You've got to believe me!"

"Sure," Bea replied sarcastically, and reached around to unhook her brassiere.

As the brunette pulled the bra forward, Melanie realized that things were going too far. She covered her erect, shapely breasts with her hands.

"Oooh, let me seeee them, darling!" Bea purred. "Pleeeeeeease!"

"Why?" Melanie asked plaintively. "I don't want to have sex with you, either, you know!" she added more sharply, and her blue eyes flashed.

"Just let me see your sweet titties… " Bea begged, and pried her hands away. Melanie blushed as her breasts were bared.

"Delightful!" Bea exclaimed. "Ooooh, yes, they are precious!"

"May I take my bath?" Melanie asked in a small, chagrined voice.

"Of course! Let's go in and start the tub."

Bea watched the pretty blonde move in front of her, her shapely breasts seeming to be spring mounted as they bobbed quiveringly up and down. Melanie's bottom twisted in her thin briefs, crescents of pale buttocks showing beneath the lace-scalloped elastics. Her thighs were full and creamy at their tops, contrasting lusciously with her expanded stockings.

Bea followed Melanie into the bathroom and eyed the blonde even more hotly as she bent to turn on the tub. Melanie's tits hung down and trembled. Her bottom stretched her briefs until they were drum-taut, her asscrack showing hazily through.

When she straightened up, the other woman put her hands on Melanie's waist and said, "Now, let's just slip your panties off… "

The frightened girl trembled as Bea pulled her stretchy, pale-pink pants down. Bea knelt behind her to take the panties off, and she remained kneeling, eyeing the young blonde's perfectly proportioned ass.

Ladies' asses were at their best when framed by garter straps and stocking tops, as Melanie's was right then, and Bea appreciated having such beauty displayed right n front of her face. She touched the girl's stocking-sheathed legs with a feathery caress which glided up across Melanie's stocking tops and along her taut garter straps. Noting the imprints which her panty elastics had made on her tender, plump buttocks, Bea leaned forward and licked on of the faint Lincs.

Melanie jumped. All this attention from another woman-the stripping and looking and the stroking, now the kissing-had made her nerves raw, as if they hadn't been jangled to begin with. She wanted to run, but it was too late. How could she race out of her room wearing only a garter belt and stockings? Especially with drunken and rapacious Linc lurking around?

It appeared more and more certain that she would have to submit to Bea in order to save herself from Bea's husband. But what would it be like to have another woman make love to her? And would she be expected to do anything in return?

Still squatting, Bea turned her around, and the bisexual brunette stared at the cloud of blonde fluff which clung to her mons. This, too, was made especially appealing by the framework of her garter belt and hose.

Bea stroked her creamy thighs, full and smooth above her stocking tops. She bent and nuzzled Melanie's sexual floss.

If the bathtub hadn't been fifing, Bea probably would have marched her appealing young conquest to the bed straight off. But she opened Melanie's garters and brushed her stockings down, picking them off her toes. Then she removed the blonde's garter belt.

Melanie was dismayed and anxious. Bea's nuzzling and stroking had stimulated, her; but it also had troubled her deeply, because she felt she shouldn't respond that way to another female. Bea stretched to turn off the water.

"Now in you go, darling," she said, rising to support Melanie by an arm as the latter stepped over the rim of the tub. The embarrassed blonde sank into the warm water, grateful to be granted at least a temporary respite from the other woman's troubling touch.

However, that wasn't to be. Melanie had no sooner sat down in the tub before Bea began to strip off her own clothes. And from the way she was smiling at Melanie, it was clear that she wasn't merely preparing for bed but intended to join the younger girl in the bath. Her breasts bobbed heavily as she peeled down her dark stockings. Her briefs and garter belt followed, after which she did indeed step into the tub and sit facing the blonde.

Bea spread her own legs along the outside of the other girl's thighs, and she grasped Melanie's knees, folding them up. This had the effect of opening both women's pussies, and, since the water was not yet clouded by soap, they could inspect each other's sexual equipment.

What a difference between the two twats!

Bea's very hairy snatch had protrusive dark lips which were loose and which opened with the spreading of her legs to reveal her deep rosy center. It was a meaty feast which she offered.

Melanie, on the other hand, had a pussy of delicate hue and configuration, the pink edges of its small lips scarcely visible between the snug beige outer labia which were adorned by sparse golden hairs.

Bea took in all this with hot eyes while Melanie's gaze was shocked, yet fascinated. The older woman snatched some soap and began to work up a lather in her hands.

Melanie bit her lip as Bea placed her soapy hands on the blonde's breasts. Melanie shut her eyes when Bea began lovingly to massage her titties.

It did feel good, Melanie had to admit. Sinfully good. The older woman had knowing hands, applying just the right amount of pressure as she squeezed the resilient titty-flesh, stroking on a slippery film of soap out to Melanie's sensitive nipples. She plucked at the tender buds and rolled them between her thumbs and fingers. Melanie's nipples throbbed.

Her pink lips parted, and she breathed heavily.

"Ooooooooh… "

Bea smiled.

She left the girl's tits covered with soap, her pink nipples jutting through the bubbles, and stroked downward until her hands were under water.

"Why don't you stand?" Bea suggested.

"Why?"

"I want to soap your pussy, of course," the brunette explained.

Shakily the younger woman got to her feet as Bea helped support her. To have her pussy washed by another woman was indecent, but Melanie had to find out how it would feel.

Standing, she spread her legs as far as she could, keeping a hand on one of Bea's shoulders so that she wouldn't fall. Bea stared directly at her delicate snatch which was invitingly wet, the blonde hairs plastered against the velvet skin at each side of her slit.

Bea worked up some new lather and applied it to Melanie's hips, reaching around to soap the girl's buttocks. Melanie's nicely curved asscheeks felt like firm sponge-rubber as Bea stroked and rolled them with soapy hands. Bea's fingertips entered audaciously between the slippery mounds to stroke up and down the girl's crack. Bea's middle finger centered on Melanie's asshole, moving in a circular way against the converging tiny puckers. The innocent young woman gasped as Bea pushed a soapy finger in.

"Oooh, nooh… pleeeeease!" Melanie begged as Bea stroked her slick digit in and out of the girl's grasping, rubbery ring.

"You have such a tight ass!" Bea said admiringly as her finger continued to pump in and out. "I can tell that you've never been screwed back there."

"Wh-what do you meeean?" Melanie asked in consternation.

"No man has ever put his prick up your asshole," Bea elaborated.

"Up my…? Good Lord!" Melanie exclaimed. "Men don't do thaat, do they?"

Bea chuckled. "Oooh, you bet they do! Linc loves to do it, and, with that huge whang of his, a girl feels like she's being split right in two."

"Oh, I couldn't stand that!" Melanie said. "I would die!"

"Nonsense," Bea retorted, pulling her finger from Melanie's tight anus with a slippery, sucking sound. "But it will loosen your asshole up a bit"

"Even having your finger in there makes it feel looser now," Melanie reported.

"But it did feel kind of good, didn't it?"

"I… I don't know," the younger woman replied non-comittally.

"Wait until I stick my tongue in it! That will give you a kick, I'm sure."

"You're going to-stick your tongue-up my…?" Melanie couldn't bring herself to say it as she blushed crimson.

"Ass," Bea completed. "Of course! Although I must admit that I don't think I'm as good at it as Phil is."

"The… the chauffeur?"

"Yes. He loves to lick ladies assholes," Bea said. "You should let him do it to your sometime."

Melanie was trembling, and she felt hot all over. She wanted to jump out of the tub and run. But where?

Bea had rinsed and re-lathered her hands and now attacked the fuzzy, wet softness at the front of Melanie's crotch. She stroked the elastically snug lips of Melanie's pussy, soaping them on the outside, then gradually working them apart. She tickled the tip of the girl's clit, making her gasp, then worked soapy fingers in and out of all the precious little folds. A finger cautiously reamed the entrance to Melanie's tunnel of love, entering far enough to confirm that the girl indeed was a virgin. This contact drew another gasp from her.

"Sit down, darling, and rinse off," Bea directed.

Melanie sat, her ass spreading. Water seeped into her anus to rinse it. Her pussy was quite thoroughly rinsed as Bea manipulated its velvety folds. The older woman then washed the soap off Melanie's tits until they were squeakily clean and bobbed springily to the touch. Her rigid pink nipples gleamed.

"Get onto your hands and knees now," Bea said. "I want to rinse your bottom better."

Melanie obeyed. She had come this far, so she saw no point in starting to erect roadblocks.

She bent forward, presenting her pretty ass to Bea. The latter splashed water between her butt cheeks as she spread her tight asshole with the other hand, and Melanie could feel the splashes rinsing all the soap from her forbidden passage. Strange thrills coursed through her, mingling with her embarrassment.

"Now you can wash me," Bea invited pertly when the blonde had turned around and resumed a sitting pose.

"Ooh, no! Really! I don't think I… "

Bea handed her the soap. "Do my boobs first."

Boobs they were. Big and hangy, but fully rounded, so that the effect was one of mature voluptuousness-a sexual turn-on in its own way. Not to Melanie, however. She was aware of no attraction to another woman's breasts.

Not until she started soaping them, that is. Bea's breast-flesh was so slippery-smooth in her bands, and so springy-soft, that she began to feel funny as she fondled the tits. Bea's nipples were thick and not as jutting as Melanie's-more like little wads of gum. But they nevertheless fascinated the girl as she stroked them.

Melanie raised each of Bea's breasts and soaped the creases underneath-creases which Melanie scarcely possessed.

Bea rose to her feet.

My God! Melanie thought. I'm going to have to do the whole bit!

She didn't protest, however, having worked up more than a casual interest in the activity by that time. She lathered her hands and soaped Bea's buttocks, which were softer and floppier than hers, but still not badly shaped. She stroked only lightly through the other woman's asscrack, which prompted Bea to say:

"Wash my ass like I did yours! Stick your finger in it!"

Blushing, Melanie did tickle Bea's asshole with a soapy fingertip. But she didn't enter through the puckers which, as Bea had indicated, were not nearly as tight as her own. Bea had been screwed up the ass, all right!

The thought of such lovemaking frightened Melanie, and she realized she would have to be on her guard if she ever went to bed with a man, so as to make certain that he didn't plunge into the wrong hole and hurt her. That if was still a big one. She assured herself that she didn't want to go to bed with a man at all.

She mulled over this as she stroked Bea's pussy with her soapy hands, getting lost in the wealth of hairy softness between the other woman's legs. Bea seemed to appreciate the treatment which Melanie gave her, fumbling and inept though it was. Melanie stuck two fingers up the brunette's throbby hole and even stroked them in and out a few times while Bea squirmed.

"Ooooh, darling!" the latter cried. "I ear hardly wait to get down onto the bed with you!"

If Melanie wasn't actually looking forward to that, she was getting more and more fascinated by the prospect. And the only way to cure one's curiosity was to give in to it, she realized.

The women, shiny clean, rose from the bathtub together and dried each other off before scampering back to Melanie's room. They rolled onto the bed together. The young blonde had never felt so loose and willing to experiment with something new… even something forbidden.

Laughing, Bea rolled atop her, and the brunette's boobs hung down, swaying. Melanie eyed them, wondering if she wanted to find out what it would be like to suck another woman's nipple. But she was not given the opportunity right then, for Bea settled down against her and wiggled lower until Bea's face was against Melanie's firm-spongy breasts and the brunette's asplike tongue was striking at a nipple.

"Ooooooooo!" 'Melanie cooed.

Bea licked her standing pink tip, bending it to and fro, sending tickly, warm sensations spreading through her. Then Bea sucked the nipple into her mouth, and Melanie thrilled intensely. It was the first time her breasts had ever been treated in this way.

Bea made thorough love to both quivery mounds until they throbbed and Melanie's very stiff nipples tingled hotly. Then the other woman's loving mouth meandered southward, her tongue darting into Melanie's belly button. Melanie knew where she was going. It was where Phil, the nasty chauffeur, had gone. She wondered whether it would feel different when a woman kissed her down there.

She soon found out, as Bea gripped her legs and licked them, spreading them wide apart. Bea plunged. Melanie caught her breath from the audacity of the other woman's onslaught as Bea's tongue immediately pried open the portal of her moist cunt. Bea licked up and down the slippery flesh-furrow, lapping across Melanie's clit. The tiny fang of flesh stiffened and throbbed. Melanie squirmed. She moaned.

Bea's hands, which gripped the girl's upraised legs, rocked her to and fro as Bea mouth-mauled her sweet sexual flesh, licking in and out of her love pot, scarcely leaving her ditty alone for a moment. Melanie felt her juices spurting. Hot blood sped through her veins. She wanted to reach the kind of climax she had experienced with Phil.

Suddenly Bea flopped her over, and her rounded asscheeks trembled. The brunette lovingly licked her rear, breathing into the crack between her buttocks. She spread those buttocks salaciously apart, and her tongue entered between them.

"Oooh, Godddd!" Melanie cried stutteringly and bunched the bedclothes in both hands as Bea's wicked tongue circled wetly on the star of her anus.

Melanie tried to relax, but her sphincter muscle automatically tightened. Nevertheless, the pressure of Bea's insistent tongue broke through, and Melanie felt the shameful thrill of having her asshole penetrated by the slippery, meaty-thick invader. Melanie palpitated and moaned as Bea licked slitheringly in and out of her tight, sweet tasting ass. Melanie's buttocks bobbed, shaking against Bea's cheeks.

Just when the younger woman felt she was about to come, without her pussy even being included in the action, Bea raised her head and left the aroused girl hanging.

"NOOOOO!!" Melanie bawled, and quickly rolled onto her back, hoping for further oral ministrations to her hot and throbbing cunt.

She got her wish, but in a way she hadn't expected: Bea mounted her the wrong way around, her head toward Melanie's feet and her crotch tented above the girl's shocked face.

Bea immediately dived between Melanie's legs and resumed licking her pussy. The latter just stared up at the older woman's meaty, hair fringed twat.

She just stared for a while, that is. Then, as Bea's devilish tongue circled and stroked, stretching the pink folds of Melanie's virginal cunt and fluttering repeatedly across the tip of her clit, the younger woman couldn't resist clutching Bea by the hips and hauling her down so that her moist, meaty vulva slammed against Melanie's mouth. Oh, God, I'm KISSING it! Melanie thought, amazed with herself… and tremendously excited also, as she tongued and lipped the other woman's fleshy vulva.

It was an amateurish treatment which Melanie gave in return for Bea's ardent and expert ministrations to her flaming young fuckhole. But it obviously was appreciated, for Bea's licking became even more passionate until Melanie's hot little pussy bobbed up and down. Bea smeared her own cunt against Melanie's mouth as the girl tongue-stabbed her clit and tasted Bea's juices dribbling down her throat.

It wasn't bad. None of it was bad. In fact, Melanie was wildly excited! She clutched Bea's ass, as Bea clutched hers, and they gave to each other unabashed mouth love while they both climaxed, wet pussies palpitating against sucking lips and licking tongues.

There was no way that either of them could have been aware of the young mascuLinc figure which stood in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at his mother and his teacher, locked in lesbian embrace upon the bed, while he stroked his boyish hard-on in his fist. Scotty's mouth lolled open, and his eyes hotly stared at his mom's upraised ass, which Melanie was kissing… and at Melanie's spread thighs, with his mother's head between them.

The boy stroked his flesh-gun faster and faster, until finally it spurted. He shut his eyes and grimaced pleasurably as his adolescent sperm arced into the air and splatted silently onto the carpet. Then he turned and went back to his own room through the john, as he had come. In their excitement earlier, neither woman had thought to lock the connecting door.