Chapter 5
"Alix! Alix, wait. I want to talk to you!" It was Pat Donovan's voice, and it brought Alix up short with a shiver of apprehension running through her whole body. That was silly, of course. She was standing on the front steps of the high school, and students were milling all around her. Even Pat Donovan wouldn't be crazy enough to try anything here, but just the sound of his voice and the sight of his husky body and heavy-jowled face brought back the panicky, trapped feeling his brutal assault had caused the night before.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly, cloaking her fear in icy dignity while she shook inside at the thought of what had almost happened, what would surely have happened if Ricky Garrett hadn't come along. She averted her eyes and tried not to remember how it had felt when Pat's hard prong was pushing so viciously against the delicate lips of her vagina. Suppose he had gotten into her? What would have happened then? Would she have just collapsed in a sobbing heap and let him brutalize her, or-and this possibility frightened her more-would she have responded finally? Alix knew she was a warm, sexually responsive woman, entirely too sensual to her way of thinking. That was partly why she had chosen the sex life she had, to keep the demands of her body more or less appeased, so that she didn't become the toy of a series of men like Pat Donovan. She would never forgive herself if she fell prey to their sweaty hands and brutal lips.
"Let's go somewhere where we can talk," Donovan said as he reached the step where she stood.
"We have nothing to say to each other," Alix said.
"Well, I happen to think we do," he said, putting a hand on her arm. "Come along."
Alix pulled free of his grasp. "Keep your hands off me!" she hissed.
Donovan's face darkened angrily. "You'd better listen. I've got some things to say that you might find pretty interesting."
"The only thing you could say that would interest me is that you're turning yourself in to the police as a sexual psychopath!"
Pat threw back his head and laughed, a sharp, ugly burst of sound with no humor in it. "You mealy-mouthed hypocrite! You've got your damn nerve looking down on me, considering the way you've been carrying on!"
Alix felt the blood rush to her face and her knees grow weak. He knows about Bobbi! Oh no, how could he? She wanted to crawl behind the bushes at the bottom of the steps and hide.
"Yeah, that shakes you up a little, doesn't it?" Pat said. "You didn't think anyone knew you've been having an affair with ..."
Alix wished the earth would open up and swallow her.
"... with a seventeen-year-old kid!"
Alix had expected to hear the word Lesbian, and what Donovan actually said didn't register at first.
"How . . . how would you know?" she asked.
A derisive smile touched Pat's pulpy lips. "He told me. The cocky bastard had the gall to brag about it right to my face."
"Cocky bastard?" Alix felt as though a tight band around her heart had been relaxed, and she was slightly light-headed with relief.
"You know who I mean! Don't pretend you don't!" Donovan rasped, and then paused, his beady black eyes narrowing. "Unless, of course, you've been balling more than one."
Having expected to be confronted with what she was actually doing, it took Alix a few moments to adjust to the false accusation. Then the temper that went with her red hair flared. "Just what are you talking about, Pat Donovan?" she demanded furiously.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Donovan sneered. "I mean your horsing around with Ricky Garrett!"
"You really are despicable," Alix said. "You'll stoop to anything, won't you? Just because the boy came to my assistance, you single him out and unjustly link his name with mine."
"Me single him out?" Donovan snarled. "He singled himself out! He admitted it! Hell, he bragged about it!"
"He what?" Alix refused to believe her ears. "I don't believe you."
"Well, you'd better! He stood right there in the hall this morning and told me to stay away from you . . . that you were Ricky Garrett's property!"
Alix's eyes blazed with anger at both Ricky and Donovan. "So on the basis of the bragging of an irresponsible boy, you are spreading the word that I'm having an affair with him?"
"I haven't done that . . . yet."
"And what, exactly, does that mean?" Alix demanded.
"It means that unless you convince me it's not true, I'm going to Baxter Shaver with it." Donovan grinned suggestively. "I'm sure you can imagine how our beloved principal will react to the news that one of his lady teachers is balling a student."
"But I haven't," Alix protested. "I've never even been alone with the boy!"
Donovan's smile turned oily. "Prove it by going out with me tonight. We'll go to dinner and then take up where we left off last night."
"I'd rather be torn apart by wild animals!" Alix said.
Donovan's face darkened with fury. "You think you're such a prize! Well, let me tell you something, you dried-up, hypocritical kid-fucker! You'd better change your mind and change it quick or you'll find your ass kicked right out of this school . . . and the town as well!"
Alix glared at him. The prospect of losing a job at a high school that contained people like Pat Donovan and Ricky Garrett was almost attractive, but she knew it was only her present anger that made her think so. She had spent five years in college and graduate school to get where she was, not to mention the hard work she'd put in here at Point Storm. She couldn't throw all that away. Nor could she give up her work with Mrs. Roman at the Head Start program, and if there was a breath of scandal she'd have to resign from that. The taxpayers and politicians were already too touchy on the subject. And as she'd told Bibbi many times, the program meant a lot to her. Without being conceited, she knew she was important to the program because she was one of the few accredited teachers in the region who was willing to give up her free time to participate in it.
"It's strictly up to you whether I go to the old man or not," Donovan said, seeing her hesitation.
"You couldn't prove such allegations," Alix said.
"I don't think it would be too hard to get the truth out of that kid," Donovan said, "and it would give me personal satisfaction to twist his neck until he was ready to talk."
Alix had serious doubts that Pat Donovan or anyone else could make Ricky Garrett say or do anything he didn't want to. Much as she disliked the boy, she was sure he had a will of iron that the burly math teacher didn't stand a chance of bending. No, she wasn't worried that Ricky could be forced to say anything that would reflect badly on her, but he might just do it for a lark.
"I ... I'll have to think about it," Alix said, stalling for time. She had no intention of ever being alone with Pat again, and if she could just put him off for a while, maybe something would happen that would resolve the problem. Maybe he'd find another target for his lust or at least lose interest in her. "Call me some night, and we'll talk it over."
"Look, sister, don't think you can dangle me like you did before," Donovan said. "Don't think you can wigwag that cute little ass at me every day and then say, 'No, don't touch!' Either you put out for me like you are for the punk or I'll personally see to it that your reputation is ruined and you're run out of town in disgrace!"
"I ... uh. Call me and we'll talk," Alix said, backing away from him. "You have to give me time to think!"
"All right, but don't take too long," Donovan said. "I won't be able to keep this juicy bit of gossip to myself for very long."
Damn him and his nasty mind, Alix was thinking as she got into her car and started the motor. Damn him and damn Ricky's big mouth and disgusting insinuations!
Bobbi was stretched out on the couch in the living room when Alix reached the apartment. The big girl had apparently just come from the tennis court and was wearing a white, knit shirt and shorts that fit her trim bottom like a second skin. Her long legs were propped up on the back of the couch, and her small breasts thrust up against the stretchy, knit fabric of the shirt.
Standing in the doorway looking at the golden-tanned body and especially at the powerful thighs between which she had so often been locked, Alix felt a stirring of the instant desire that somehow frightened her and made her think she might be oversexed.
"It's about time you got home," Bobbi said, swinging her legs down and sitting up. "I was just resting for a minute. I really worked up a sweat, and now that you're here, I'll go take a shower."
"Don't," Alix said, moving toward the big blonde with a flat-footed, sensuous glide that seemed to come naturally to her when she felt the sudden urges of the flesh.
"Don't what?" Bobbi asked, her eyes moving over the lush curves under the fitted tunic of the pantsuit.
"Don't take a shower yet," Alix said throatily, the feel of Bobbi's eyes on her body like a fuse for her lust. "I love it when you're all sweaty. You smell so natural and good."
"Don't let the deodorant people hear you talking like that. They'll think you're subversive."
"I am," Alix said, dropping her books and purse and going to stand between Bobbi's long legs. "I'd like to undermine you, take you over and do all kinds of obscene things to you."
Bobbi laughed her husky, mannish laugh. "Baby, any obscene things you can think of will be gratefully accepted. Just sit right down here on my lap and tell me all about them."
Alix sank down onto the other girl's lap, arms encircling her neck and ripe breasts pushing against Bobbi's smaller ones. She thrilled at the strength of bare, golden thighs as she felt the warmth of them through the material of the shorts.
"Who wants to talk?" Alix murmured as she unbuttoned the knit sports shirt and let her mouth trail moistly up the side of Bobbi's throat, across her jaw and onto the half-parted lips. She licked at the salty residue left by perspiration and the remains of perfumed lipstick and felt a surge of excitement in her loins. The sultry breath of her blonde lover mingled with her own, and the insides of her thighs grew damp.
"Mmmmm, you are hot," Bobbi breathed after their tongues had met in delicious combat, swirling and stroking inside their hotly fused mouths. "Is this what a day of teaching does to you?"
"Just being away from you gets me this way," Alix said, running her hands over the smooth skin of Bobbi's back and midriff and then up to pet her breasts through the plain, white bra.
"We could do something about that," Bobbi said.
"We are, darling, we are," Alix said, reaching to unhook the bra and let the firm mounds fall into her open hands. She squeezed and rolled the pliant flesh, then bent her head and fastened her lips to one tiny, red nipple.
"I didn't mean this. I meant a permanent arrangement like ..." Bobbi's words ended in a moan as Alix's deeply sucking lips sent waves of sensation crashing through her.
Alix laughed and released the tidbit of hardened tissue, then began leaving faint lipstick prints all over the small hillocks. "There, I've left my brand on you. That's to warn rustlers that you're mine."
"And you're all mine," Bobbi said, sliding a hand under the elasticized waist of the blue pants and kneading the softness of Alix's belly. "Stand up and let me take that suit off you. Why do you wear pants anyway, when you look so great in a miniskirt?"
Alix shrugged and let her friend pull the pants down her legs and off, then leaned back against Bobbi's thighs, letting the blue tunic slide higher up her legs. The white flesh at the top of her nylons gleamed in the late afternoon light. She knew Bobbi could see the fasteners that held her stockings to the garter belt and the filmy crotch of her panties where it bulged over the plump mound with its forest of auburn hair. Bobbi's hand glided up the inside of Alix's thighs, the strong fingers roaming over the velvety softness and working slowly up toward the fragile panties.
"You really ought to wear pantyhose," Bobbi said. "When you wear a dress to class, I'll bet all those teen-age boys have hard-ons all the time watching you swish around with these things under them."
Alix made a face. "Pantyhose don't make me feel as feminine as panties and regular stockings. But don't worry, I keep my legs tight together when I'm up in front of a class, especially when little creeps like Ricky Garrett start ogling me."
"You sure you don't like to tease? . . . just a little bit?"
"No one but you, darling," Alix said, but the question made her wonder. After all, Pat Donovan had accused her of the same thing, and Ricky seemed to think there was something provocative about her. Could it be that she flaunted herself without being aware of it?
Her thoughts cut off as Bobbi's fingers combed through the flaming pubic hair, tugging at it just a little, not enough to really hurt but enough to make the mound under it tingle in anticipation. Alix whimpered with excitement as the loving fingers moved on to caress the wet, slippery, inner folds of her vulva. Her thighs went limp and spread of their own accord as the delicate nerve endings began to telegraph erotic messages to her brain.
There was a warm scent of perfumed woman flesh in the room now, and she knew it was her own. Her tunic had slipped up so far it was bunched around her waist. She could see down past it to the almost transparent, baby-blue panties, see the shimmer of red ringlets adorning her pussylips and see Bobbi's fingers inserted between them.
The sight made her feel warm all over. She rubbed the backs of her thighs against the firm flesh of Bobbi's legs and opened still wider the gates of lust for her lover's penetration.
Bobbi's free hand went to the back of Alix's neck and pulled down the zipper of the blue tunic. "Pull that damn thing off!" she whispered. "I want you naked!"
Breathing heavily, Alix grasped the bottom of the unwanted garment and yanked it up over her head to drop to the floor behind her. Unhooking her bra, she sent it flying also, then took her breasts in her hands and pressed them on either side of Bobbi's feverish face.
The big blonde nuzzled and licked briefly at the soft, resilient globes, but her mind was clearly on something else. Supporting Alix with an arm, she tilted the redhead backwards and slid downward. Her lips burned against the flesh of Alix's inner thigh, and Alix felt a delicious tingling as the knowing tongue licked at the satiny, sensitive flesh.
"Bobbi . . . lover . . . lover!" Alix whispered, running her hand over the tousled blonde head.
Bobbi's mouth leaped to the white V of cloth that covered the treasure of Alix's womanhood. She pressed her parted lips against it, and Alix could feel the hot breath steaming the crotch of her panties, warming the open lips and flowing maddeningly across the entrance to her pulsing vagina.
Bobbi's urgent fingers grasped the waistband of the panties and stripped them down her legs and off. Alix felt as though her bones had turned to water. She let go of Bobbi's arm and sank backwards until her shoulder blades were resting on the couch, her arms limp at her sides and her legs hanging loosely between the other girl's. With her pelvis lifted by the strong thigh under her, she felt like a human altar in some primitive rite to a pagan deity. When she saw Bobbi's adoring gaze, she was glad her offering was being made to a goddess of love and not to a vengeful, greedy male god.
With the pale-blue fluff of panties gone, the lush growth of fiery pubic hair was framed excitingly by the narrow band of Alix's garter belt at her waist and the ribbons of supporters that ran down the white flesh of her thighs to her stocking tops. Bobbi's lips ran worshipfully over the delicate, translucent skin of upper thigh, slithered across the gently rounded belly and circled the waiting pubes with a ring of fire.
Alix moaned as Bobbi's open mouth pressed against the soft, furry lips of her pussy. She gasped when she felt the lips begin to work against her spread cunt, opening it wider with the help of an expert tongue that thrust and stabbed into her slippery vagina, then darted upward to glide teasingly across the top of her clitoris.
"My beautiful, beautiful darling," Bobbi whispered. "Her cunt is as fresh and sweet as a mountain stream. I'm going to eat her pussy until I'm filled with the nectar of her womanhood and she comes in my mouth."
"Oh God, Bobbi!" Alix cried. Her whole body seemed to melt under the hot breath and knowing tongue being applied to her pubes. Waves of passionate joy crashed through her, making her senses reel and her head spin dizzily. Part of the delight of woman love was that the other partner knew every fold and crease to lick and suck to produce the maximum effect.
Alix could feel Bobbi's hot cheeks pressed between her smoldering thighs. The girl jammed her face deeper into the red-thatched crotch. She drove her tongue frantically into the molten slit.
The avid licking at the sensitive inner walls of her vagina made Alix's nerves jump and flutter wildly and send vari-colored flashes of lust all through her body.
"Drive it all the way in!" she sobbed wantonly. "Make me come and come and come!"
Bobbi brought her hands up under soft, pliant buttocks, squeezing and kneading them gently as she feasted on the luscious, rosy snatch. When her lips closed over the erect, throbbing clitoris, she trailed a feathery finger between the cheeks of Alix's ass, titillating the puckery anus as she sucked at the sensitive morsel of pearly flesh.
The fire inside Alix was a raging conflagration now, her head filled with its intoxicating smoke and her flesh consumed by its lusting flame. She knew that the tongue lapping at the inner surfaces of her cunt and the lips sucking at her clit were trigger mechanisms of a building explosion that would carry her to paradise. She was wild with desire. Her nerves stretched nearly to the breaking point. Her legs flailed helplessly as her head rolled from side to side, whipping her hair into a red halo.
"More . . . more . . . Ohhh, darling, more!" she moaned.
Bobbi mumbled something unintelligible as her tongue probed and fluttered, twisted and glided in and out of the deep well, now thrusting like a miniature cock, now licking lasciviously.
Alix could feel Bobbi's thighs rubbing against her buttocks and the damp heat rising from the other girl's loins. Above the spicy mist of her own musk, she could detect the distinct aroma of Bobbi's sexual secretions. It was doubly exciting to know that Bobbi's cunt was wet and aromatic just from the pleasure of eating her.
"Love you to eat me . . . want to eat you too . . . Love you, Bobbi, love yooouuuuu!" The last word was torn from her in a wailing howl as her orgasm struck with savage force. Her buttocks bounced spasmodically. The wet triangle of her sex smeared all over Bobbi's face while the big blonde lapped eagerly at the love juice flowing from the dilating cavity.
"That . . . that was the most. That was better than ever before ... it was as though my whole being was being speared by your marvelous, sexy tongue."
"I'm so glad," Bobbi murmured, her worshipful mouth dripping with the sweet wine of lust. "I always want to love you so that it's the best you ever had."
"If I could just describe it," Alix said as the last ecstatic spasms subsided. "It's as though you drew me up into a lovely fiery haze and then led me down again into a quiet valley of satiation. It's a wonder I can keep my mind on school work at all with you to look forward to."
"And speaking of school, you didn't say why you were late," Bobbi said, helping her to sit up on the couch beside her.
"Uh ... no, I guess I didn't," Alix said. "It wasn't anything important. I ran into Pat Donovan, and we had a few words."
Bobbi's eyes lost their lustful cloudiness and turned hard. "What about? What did he want?"
"The same thing he always wants," Alix said with an attempt at lightness. "My irresistible body."
"I'll kill him. So help me, I'll kill him!"
"No, no, darling! Don't talk that way! He's not worth it!"
Bobbi continued to glower. "Well, what did he say? Did he threaten you in any way?"
"Yes, but it was just silly," Alix said nervously. "Now that I've had a chance to think about it, I realize just how silly it was."
"What was?" Bobbi demanded. "Tell me exactly what he said!"
"Please don't get so upset," Alix said. "He threatened to tell Mr. Shaver that I'm having an affair with Ricky Garrett."
"Ricky Garrett?" Bobbi exploded.
"Yes, isn't that silly? I'm sure Shaver would laugh in his face."
A glimmer of suspicion joined the anger in Bobbi's eyes. "Maybe . . . but that boy has quite a rep as a womanizer. There seems to be something about him that appeals to the local female neurotics."
"Well, he doesn't appeal to me, and you know it," Alix said. "He makes my skin crawl."
"Yeah? Then why does Donovan think he can get away with such a story?"
"Because of something Ricky said to him about keeping away from me, that I was his property, or some such nonsense. Maybe he thought he could help me. I don't know ... or maybe he thought he could bluff Donovan."
"I don't like this, Alix. I've seen that kid looking at you. He may be more dangerous than Donovan. Look, darling, let's get the hell out of this town. Let's get away from its hypocrisy and narrow-mindedness. Let's go somewhere else where we can live together openly and honestly."
"No way, Bobbi," Alix said. "I've got too much invested here, and I'm too involved in something I really believe in. Some of those kids in the project will never get an education if it falls through, and if I pulled out now, it just might."
"I don't believe that, Alix. There must be someone else who could take over in your place."
"But there isn't. Mrs. Roman has been trying desperately to add to the staff but can't find a soul willing to volunteer some extra time. In fact, she's so short-handed that she's asked me to go in Saturday afternoons as well as my three evenings a week."
"Saturday afternoons! Damn it, that's one of the few times we can do things together!"
"But this is important, lover," Alix whispered, putting her arms around the other girl. She had delayed telling Bobbi about this because she'd know it would irritate her.
"It's important, is it?" Bobbi said, her face like a storm cloud. "Seems to me everything is more important than I am. Those ghetto kids are important, Donovan's important, Ricky Garrett's important ..."
"Sweetheart, don't be ridiculous! I hate those two! I hate all men!"
"Do you, Alix? Do you really? I have the feeling that you're growing farther and farther away from me, and there isn't a thing I can do about it."
"But, darling, that isn't true! We're getting closer and closer! Every time we make love, we're more a part of each other."
"No, we're not. You say that but..."
"Let me show you," Alix said, sucking almost half of one small breast into her mouth and laving it with eager tongue. "Let me make love to you the way I've been dreaming of all day. Let me eat that big, beautiful, golden cunt of yours, darling!"
She got swiftly to her knees between Bobbi's muscular legs and kissed her flat belly through the intervening layers of material, inhaling the pungent musk of the girl's body.
"No, don't," Bobbi protested, putting her hands on Alix's shoulders as though to push her away. "I know you like to do it, but you're the fern and I'm the butch and ..." The words trailed off into a moan as Alix's mouth slid down over the wet crotch of the shorts, and her hot breath penetrated the cloth.
"... and it's part of my thing to eat your pussy, not yours to like mine."
Alix let her tongue curl under the edge of the shorts and lick at the hairy mound. Extending it as far out of her mouth as it would go, she snaked her tongue into the long gash of Bobbi's womanhood, licking down the length of it and drawing a quick gasp of pleasure from the big girl.
"You see, there's no such thing as a right or wrong way to do it," Alix said. "We both have hot, sweet gullies between our thighs, and we both have loving tongues to please them, so why argue over who's to be the pussy-licker and who the licked?"
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Bobbi said, sliding down on the couch and flexing her thighs in silent invitation.
Alix reached for the zipper of the white shorts and tugged it down. Using both hands, she took hold of the waistband and pulled. Bobbi raised her buttocks to permit the stripping, and the shorts were off in no time.
Alix sniffed at the white cotton panties. The combination of exercise-induced sweat, lust-induced sex juice and woodsy-scented cologne made her head swim. Leaning forward she licked at the tendrils of blonde hair that had escaped from under the edge of the panties. Bobbi made a whimpering sound and put her hands on the back of the redhead.
"Oh Alix . . . you shouldn't . . . you shouldn't ..." she whispered as the knowing tongue pushed under the damp cloth and flirted with the delicate flesh where the outer and inner labia fused together.
"Why shouldn't I? What reason would I have for not worshiping my golden goddess? I want to prove I love you and only you."
"I know you do, darling," Bobbi husked, "and I love it when you prove it to me."
Alix's mouth roamed over the prominent mound, kissing it through the cotton fabric and blowing her hot breath on the sweaty, odorous crotch.
"Oh God ... ohhhhh ..." Bobbi's thighs tightened. She rotated her pelvic area against Alix's mouth and face. Alix bit lightly at the long, hairy lips she could feel under the cloth as she grasped the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down.
Tossing the garment aside, Alix pushed at Bobbi's knees to spread the long, tanned thighs and part the thick, golden patch at their apex. She clucked appreciatively as the thick-lipped gash slowly opened and she saw the pale-pink inner labia awash with honeyed secretions.
"See something you like, baby?" Bobbie husked, fanning her legs wider to unfurl the lips still further.
Alix nodded breathlessly and turned her head sideways so she could press her lips lengthwise to the tempting flesh, kissing the nether-mouth as passionately as she would a real one.
"Ummmm . . . that feels heavenly," Bobbi said with a voluptuous wriggle.
Alix couldn't cover the long slit entirely with her mouth, so she let it glide back and forth, sending little jolts of electricity through the blonde's body, before she stuck out her tongue and slurped up a taste of delicious nectar.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bobbi moaned and lifted her legs to place them on Alix's shoulders, leaving the redhead surrounded by the delight of warm, golden flesh.
Alix pulled back a little and looked at the blonde-fringed, pink crevice. The long chasm gleamed with the moisture of desire, and the large clitoris peeked out boldly from under its hood. At the lower end of the wide, flaring cuntlips was the deep, yawning hole of the vagina. In between slick, rosy expanses of wet flesh waited eagerly for the touch of a loving tongue.
Leaning forward, the redhead swiped a long, moist caress from the bottom to the top of the crinkled cuntlips, across the sensitive tip of the clitoris and on up to the hair-covered mound. The salt-cologne-sex taste excited Alix, and she kept up the sweeping licks until the blonde curls lay in flat, wet ringlets. Bringing her hands up underneath the taut thighs, Alix used her thumbs to stretch the other girl's elastic snatch wider so she could swab all the inner creases and folds of the large cunt and gradually work her way inward to the shallower, less convoluted surfaces.
Bobbi couldn't stay still. Her legs jerked. Her bottom rolled in an agony of desire. "Please . . . please ..." she begged, staring with glazed eyes at the tongue alternately tormenting her big clitoris and plunging into the twinkling canal of her aching quim.
As Alix's tongue slipped deeper and deeper into the honeyed gullet, she thrilled to the tightness and wondered if it was caused only by the fact that it had never known the stretching penetration of a male organ. Every millimeter of the way in she could feel the elastic inner walls contract against her fluttering tongue.
"See, my cunt loves you as much as I do," Bobbi husked, flexing the internal muscles as the tongue extended to its full length in the hot channel.
Alix couldn't answer. Her whole mouth was jammed into the slippery flesh of the vulva, her nose buried in the fragrant golden hair and her tongue fucking in and out of the slick, clasping pussy. She was striving to penetrate to the farthest reaches of her lover's subterranean vault but found she couldn't quite make it. Her organ was simply not long enough.
Bobbi's writhings and twistings were meant to help her reach her goal, but all they did was grind Alix's face harder into the dripping twat. Her eyes and nose were filled with tickling hair as her lips and tongue gobbled hungrily at the meaty feast. She had learned to like the taste of pussy and never held back any caress that would give the big blonde erotic stimulation and lead to the ultimate in satisfaction.
She felt the hardened prong of the engorged clit rub against her upper lip, and the pressure of the firm, little counterpart of the male organ sent thrills of lust vibrating through Alix. She withdrew her tongue from the tight orifice and licked at the fleshy protuberance. Closing her lips around it, she sucked strongly while flicking the jewel-like bud with the waggling tip of her tongue.
Bobbi's breath was coming in panting gasps now, and her thighs squeezed tightly against Alix's cheeks as though urging her to go faster.
Alix did her best to comply. She drew as much of the sweet flesh of the vulva into her mouth as possible. She sucked on the swollen labia and flogged the hard clit unmercifully. Her tongue raced around the slick membranes. It dipped into the simmering cauldron to stab at its overheated depths and sip up the nectar of love flowing in copious torrents. She didn't care that her face was smeared with Bobbi's juices. She gloried in it. At the moment she didn't care if she drowned in the divine ichors of her blonde goddess.
Alix was making slurping, lapping sounds, and the fluids of love were dripping down onto her neck and breasts as Bobbi's climax drew near.
"Baby . . . baby, I'm getting close!" Bobbi sobbed. "I can't stand much more! That hot mouth of yours is going to make me come!"
"Yes, yes, I want you to!" Alix freed her mouth from the tangle of blonde hair and hot flesh long enough to say.
Alix's hands had been cradling the gym teacher's firm-fleshed buttocks, but now as the woman rose up off the couch, the fingers of one hand trailed between the cheeks of the wildly gyrating rump. As the tip of her little finger touched the soft circle of her anus, Bobbi reared back against it, forcing the slender digit through the tight sphincter and up her hot rectum.
"Aaauuugh!" Bobbi groaned, revolving her pelvis in tight, frantic circles to keep both points of contact in voluptuous motion. "Go, baby, go! That's the wildest sensation yet!"
The frenzied rolling and twisting of the blonde's lower body was rocking Alix's head, and she was dizzy from that as well as from the strong emotions surging through her. She stroked her finger in and out of Bobbi's ass while she fucked the big, juicy cunt with her rigidly held tongue. With each bobbing movement of her head, her teeth lightly scraped the dancing, throbbing clit, and with each touch Bobbi's body twitched madly.
Alix's breathing was almost as harsh and rasping as the blonde's, and she realized suddenly that there was a renewed flood of warmth and wetness in her own pussy. My God, I'm coming! she thought in amazement. Coming without a single touch on any of my sexual parts!
"Don't stop, baby! Oh God, don't stop! Please dooonnnn't STOP!" Bobbi wailed.
Alix had no intention of stopping. She drove her tongue like a piston into the quivering, nectared gully. She reamed the slippery anal passage with her plunging finger. Her stretched lips agitated the straining clit, and her teeth raked at it threateningly.
"Now . . . now . . . now!" Bobbi howled and clutched Alix's head harder, grinding her drenched vulva against the captive face as a shattering climax shook her to the core of her being.
Still marveling at the miracle of her own unassisted orgasm, Alix kept sucking and licking the blonde's pussy until her spasms tapered off and the tremors that accompanied it subsided. And when the other girl fell back on the couch, spent and drained, she continued her tender ministrations, languidly licking up every drop of the spicy, creamy fluid Bobbi had expended.
Then she lifted her head and gazed into the dark pools of her friend's eyes. "You see, darling, I do love you," she whispered. "How can you doubt me?"
Bobbi sighed deeply. "I don't really. It's just my jealous nature. I don't want to share you with anyone. I'd like to lock you away in a tower room and keep you all for myself forever!"
Alix forced a light laugh and got to her feet, pretending it was a joke, but she knew it wasn't. Why did Bobbi have to be so possessive? Didn't she have enough problems without that?