Chapter 10
Jane knelt in front of the couch.
Bonny smiled at her in heartfelt gratitude, thinking her the kindest, most selfless woman that she had ever known, for offering this favor, unpleasant as it must be.
"Just relax and enjoy it, baby," said Jane.
"Enjoy it?"
"Errr... I mean, grit your teeth and bear it."
"Oh-yes."
Bonny dutifully gritted her teeth. But, amazingly enough, she was sort of looking forward to it. She knew that she shouldn't, that there should be no pleasure involved-that it should be like having to go to the dentist to get a cavity filled, unpleasant but necessary. And yet, despite herself, the juicy cavity between her thighs was simmering in expectation of being filled by Jane's tongue. It was hard to consider that soft probe the same way one thought of a dentist's drill and, oral it might be, but it was not dentistry.
She leaned her head against the back of the couch.
Jane began to rub her tits, outside her tee shirt, at first, then moving her hands inside and caressing the naked, stiff-tipped globes. She rolled the tee shirt up and, leaning in, began to suck of those taut nipples.
Bonny wondered what that had to do with cunt sucking.
"It's to make your pussy juicy," Jane explained. "A dry pussy is hard to suck-it'll be quicker this way."
Now why didn't I think of that? Bonny thought.
Obviously, since she isn't a lesbian, she wants to get it over with in the most expedient fashion.
Jane unsnapped Bonny's shorts.
She drew the zipper down and folded the flaps back in a triangle, gazing at the redhead's plump mound rising under her white panties.
She licked her lips.
She tugged the jeans down and Bonny hiked her ass up so they could pass under her. Jane removed them from her feet. Then she hooked her fingers under the elastic band of Bonny's panties and drew them down, leaving the girl's crotch bare. She gazed at that burning bush with such intensity that Bonny felt shy and kept her legs together.
"Jane placed a hand on each knee and gently spread the redhead's legs apart.
"Ahhh," Jane sighed.
Jane's nipple sucking had done its work well-the redhead's cunt was unfurled, the lips peeled back, the open slot foamy with cunt juice. Leaning down, Jane began to run her tongue up the smooth inner slopes of Bonny's thighs.
Bonny began to tingle.
Jane flicked a fingertip up the girl's crack and Bonny gave a little squeal of pleasure.
Jane smiled and, tilting her wrist, slowly worked her middle finger up that hot hole. She began to push and pull, finger fucking slowly and steadily and twisting her finger around inside the girl's gash.
"Feel nice?" she murmured.
"Oh! Yes! But-it shouldn't!"
"Of course it should," Jane said.
Bonny began to wonder if there were aspects to this act that she didn't fathom. Jane did not look at all like a woman approaching a distasteful duty. She looked, in fact, incredible as it seemed, as if she were enjoying herself!
But Bonny was not about to ask any questions.
Jane began shoving two fine, stiff fingers up Bonny's flooded slot, then three fingers, stuffing that cunt rhythmically while she switched her thumb back and forth across the redhead's clit.
Her tongue switched back and forth between her parted lips in the same way, in eager expectation.
She lowered her face.
Bonny shuddered when the tip of Jane's tongue tapped against her taut clit. Jane licked lightly at that frenzied nugget, then began to lap up the parted cunt lips and to dip her tongue right into the pussy slit.
Fitting her lips to that steaming slot, Jane began to suck ravenously.
"Ummm-yummy-" she sighed. "Delicious!"
Bonny stared at Jane, realizing that she had been deceived-and not caring at this stage.
Jane's tongue began to stab deep up her cunt. Her lips pulled lovingly on her clit. She used her fingers to spread Bonny's pussy wide open, her tongue delving up the slot, her whole face twisting around in the girl's creamy crotch, so that Jane was coated with cunt juice from chin to brow.
"You like it!" Bonny cried.
"I love it!" Jane whimpered.
"So do I!" Bonny wailed.
And she settled down to enjoy it.
Jane wallowed around in Bonny's creamy crotch like a playful porpoise in a pool. She used her stabbing tongue, her sucking lips, her whole face as she merrily thrashed between those slippery, slender thighs. She sucked and nibbled gently on the girl's inflamed clit and shot her nimble tongue as far up her hole as it would extend. She used her hands to spread the cunt lips wide apart, so that she could greedily lave the inner lips, then finger-fucked the girl's pussy alongside her tongue while she fingered her taut asshole with the other hand. She was gobbling ravenously on that savory snatch and her efforts drove Bonny wild with joy.
Bonny arched her back.
She extended her legs, wide apart, then brought them in, clamping Jane's busily munching face between her thighs. She reached down to hold the woman's face between her hands. She bowed forwards, rolling down, then stretched back, pushing her loins out, so mad with lust that she did not know what she was doing and could not determine which position brought her the greatest pleasure.
Cunt juice poured from her hole, running over Jane's probing tongue and seeping back into her mouth, where the merry cunt sucker savored the juices on her taste buds for a moment, then gulped them down her gullet.
Bonny's trim haunches worked like pistons.
Jane was fairly shoveling tongue to her creamy cunt, slapping it far up the hole and drawing it out, curled, with a load of cunt juice streaking the pink flesh.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to swallow that delicious pussy, clit, hole and mound. Cunt juice poured down her chin and dribbled from her jaw, soaking the front of her black dress where her own thrusting tits had pushed the garment out like a shelf designed to catch the overflow from Bonny's fiery twat.
"Come," she whimpered, wanting desperately to bring the succulent, delectable child to the crest.
"I will-I will!" Bonny cried, affirming and promising that creamy culmination, as eager to come as Jane was to drink that thick fluid.
Jane's hands moved on her flanks, then cupped her under the ass, lifting Bonny's slender pelvis up just as if it were a goblet which she was draining-sipping from that hairy cup with greedy slurps-thirstily quaffing from that creamy bowl of wondrous nectar.
Bonny squirmed down, working her cunt against Jane's tilted face as her climax approached.
"Come for me!" Jane cried again.
Bonny was beyond words-her cry of response was wavering, echoing the thrill that had started to rip across her loins and dart up her widespread thighs. She threw her head back, eyes fluttering, mouth parted. A long, low moan escaped her, rising to a higher pitch as the climax built.
The dam burst, the floodgates opened her seething cunt churned the cream out in a thick deluge, filling Jane's eager mouth to the brim.
Jane gulped it down relishing that succulent stuff.
When the girl stopped trembling, Jane gave her pussy a final lapping, then raised her head and looked up, somewhat doubtful. She knew that Bonny had loved getting eaten out, but she was not so sure what the girl's reactions would be now that she had come-now that need and passion no longer controlled her emotions.
Jane knew that she might well be furious at having been conned into feeding pussy to a lesbian.
She realized that her feeble excuse-that she had merely done it to prepare that sweet pussy in an eatable fashion-would no longer work. Unable to conceal her own joy as she feasted with gusto upon that creamy delicacy, Jane had blown her cover.
Jane smiled tentatively. Bonny stared at her, looking stunned. Then, slowly, a smile crept across Bonny's lips.
"You're one of those lesbians, aren't you?" she asked, her forehead creased but her lips smiling.
Jane nodded.
"That wasn't true, was it? About a girl's cunt not being tasty the first time it's eaten."
"Well-no."
"I didn't think so. In fact-I guess that really I didn't believe it even when you were telling me. It was just that-well, it seemed like such a lovely thing to have happen."
"You aren't angry?"
"How could a girl be angry at anyone-man or woman-who made her come so nice?"
Jane felt a surge of pride in her work. Even as a receptionist, she tried for perfection-as a sucker of cunts, she strove to be the ideal. She lowered her eyelashes demurely, receiving the compliment modestly, blushing like a maiden.
"In fact," said Bonny, looking down at her well-satisfied cunt, "you made me come a lot better than Jack Turner ever did. I don't give a damn if I lose him now, or not-now that I know there are better things-"
Jane blinked.
Had she made a convert?
Had she achieved the feat towards which all lesbians strive-bringing a novice to the fold? Created another lesbian, in the only form of reproduction available to the breed?
"But-did you enjoy it, too?" Bonny asked.
"Couldn't you tell?" Jane said.
"It sure looked like it. But-well, you didn't come or anything, did you? I mean, it was all sort of one sided-I didn't do anything to you-"
She paused, as if waiting for Jane to speak, but Jane was speechless, hardly daring to hope that Bonny was implying a return of the favor.
Bonny smiled impishly.
"Maybe I ought to," she said.
Jane squealed. Her pussy throbbed.
With a heterosexual girl, she was always perfectly content to do the sucking and not expect reciprocation. But it was always better if both girls did each other.
"She said, "I get off work at five. Would you-like to meet me then? Go to my place?"
"Urn hum. But-why wait?"
Jane shot a glanced at the clock.
Bonny said, "I'm afraid I might change my mind-get shy or have second thoughts about it, once I'm alone. Maybe I'd better do it now."
Was there time? Jane wondered. Would Charles linger over a three-martini lunch-or would he return before they had finished? She didn't want to lose her job.
But she didn't want to lose this sweet young convert to lesbianism, either.
The longer she hesitated, the less time they would have.
She saw Bonny's tongue run across her lips. The sight thrilled her so deeply that her last doubts vanished.
"Yes-why wait?" said horny Jane.
She took her dress off.
Jane wore stockings-not pantyhose-and a black garter belt. She left them on, well aware of how lovely a cunt looked when it was framed in straps, harnessed up to the job, presented as if on a platter
Her cunt was bushy, her pubic hair luxuriant and as black as the hair on her head, and that ebony forest was divided by the flooded slit of her pussy.
She sat on the couch and Bonny, without hesitation, knelt in Jane's former position on the floor.
Bonny gave a little whimper when she saw how Jane's cunt was overflowing, the ivory sauce running down into the crack of her taut ass.
The sight caused her to drool.
Bonny had never even thought about eating out a cunt before, but now she was suddenly ravenous for that pussy, her mouth watering with hunger.
She tilted her head forwards, red hair cascading over Jane's arched thighs.
Bonny took a lick.
It was even better than she'd hoped!
She began lapping and laving with gusto, spooning out that delicious pussy juice. She had been afraid that she would not know how to do it, at first-that it would take a bit of practice and experience before she was able to deal out head as well as her mentor. But as soon as she started lapping that pussy, she realized that cunt sucking was a thing that a woman instinctively knew how to do, an art as natural as it was tasty.
She buried her face to Jane's crotch.
Her red hair flowed over Jane's black pubic thicket and her lips parted over the woman's sodden slot, slurping merrily away as she stabbed her tongue up the hole.
Jane, inspired by the cunt sucking she had done before, creamed in moments.
Bonny gulped the joy juice up.
But it had been too fast. Now that she was stuck to that sweet cunt, she wanted to stay right where she was, to linger over the delights of pussy sucking for a long time, savoring this new experience to the utmost. She paused for a moment, then started sucking again.
Jane, with her cunt drained, was hungry for some more cunt, herself.
"Let me do you again, now," she whispered.
"No! I want to do you again, first!" Bonny protested, her words muffled on the muff.
"Let's do each other!" cried Jane, with a sudden flash of inspiration.
"Oh! Yes!" Bonny wailed.
Jane slipped from the couch, winding around. On the thick, expensive carpet, the two oversexed woman began to sixty-nine with relish.
Time was forgotten in the frenzy of lust.
And that was the sight that greeted Charles Campbell when he walked in, returning from lunch...