Chapter 6
It was on the third day of Greta's visit that Lisa learned about the lascivious nature of the hot-blooded secretary.
Of course, when Greta appeared in the house, there was quite a commotion, for Mike was delighted to see her. He thought of her as a choice cunt, one of the best in the capital, actually. And Lisa couldn't help feeling jealous of the secret looks they shared with each other when they thought they were not observed.
Lisa was impressed with Greta's splendid body, for Greta had never stopped her gym work, and she looked voluptuous and sexy as hell, with her fiat tummy, superb legs and great pineapple breasts. And Greta was very taken with Lisa, a golden-haired doll, deliciously young, whose pussy, Greta could tell, was palpitating up a storm at the very presence of Mike.
It didn't take much for Greta to pick up the vibrations that flowed from Lisa, for they came thick and fast. Greta could tell that Lisa was a lewd little cunt, with an insatiable thirst for sex-coupling. She had the makings of a terrific tart, Greta thought, and she herself found it hard to resist the luscious sensual figure of the young girl.
On the third day of her visit, Mike got a call from a big politician in Montgomery, and had to drive there for an important conference.
This left Greta alone with Lisa, for Granny, easily tired these days had gone to bed early, Granny was a silver-haired, gentle Southern woman of the old school, who saw only the best in everyone, was very devout in her prayers, read the Bible a lot, and slept about seventeen hours a day.
She told Greta that she would bake a real Southern pecan pie for her tomorrow, and then she retired to her room, and before long was into a deep dreamless sleep.
Greta was delighted at the opportunity of spending several hours alone with Lisa. She asked the young girl if she smoked pot. Lisa had of course never smoked pot, but she was enormously curious, so Greta produced some and showed her how to inhale it.
Lisa was quite willing to try something new land adventurous. She hated the monotony of Bedelia, where her life tended to be the same, day after day.
So they sat together in the big living room passing the joint back and forth, with Lisa feeling very devilish. She couldn't quite hit a high the first time, but she felt peculiar, and she observed that the joint did joyous things to Greta. She smiled a lot and looked at Lisa as if something about the girl gave her lots of pleasure.
The curious feeling that Greta had x-ray eyes came to Lisa as the older girl seemed to look right through her clothing. And Lisa couldn't help but respond to the sexy allure of Greta, who wearing white, silky jeans that fitted so tightly against her crotch that even her crack showed. And her shirt was open half-way down, so that her beautiful bumps were partially exposed.
Lisa couldn't help thinking that Greta was very sensual looking, and obviously a fabulous find for a guy. She imagined what Big Tom might do if he ever had Greta locked in a room. She visualized Big Tom's huge, thick cock, trying to stab Greta's cunt, and the picture really turned her on. She was feeling curiously sexy, in fact, and she wondered if the pot had reached her after all.
Greta seemed definitely to be turned-on also, as she looked long and hard at Lisa, staring at her face and her figure. It made Lisa uneasy, yet somewhat excited.
Their chatter was on a very different level, however.
"Do you like it, living in this town, so far from where the action is?" Greta asked her.
Lisa scowled. "There's nothing wrong with a small town. It has lots of charm that you don't find in big cities."
"Is that one of your ideas, or Mike's?"
Lisa smiled. "Well, Mike has often said it, but I agree with him."
"It would seem to me that a small town has big boredom. I don't know if I could live in one for more than a week."
Lisa shrugged. "Well, you just like the noise and excitement of a big city. I suppose more is happening there."
Greta stared at her. "Everything is happening there. Someday you must visit me in Washington. I'll show you the sights."
"Oh, I'd like that. The buildings all look so beautiful. Washington looks like a really intercity. Not like New York." She smiled. "They call that Sin City."
Greta smiled too. "Sin City or Fun City, you take your choice."
Lisa studied the girl who sat next to her looking so sexy and sensual, with clothes so tight that she could visualize the body beneath.
"Do you think sin and fun are the same, then?"
"Lots of sinful things are fun things. Isn't that true?"
Lisa shrugged. If it hadn't been for the pot, she might not have asked her next question but she did. "Are you and Mike lovers?"
"Of course. Mike is one of the sexiest men I have ever met."
Lisa stared at her, aware of jealousy. She could visualize them together, his hard, male body against hers, his animal cock stuffed into her anxious cunt.
She then looked at Greta's mouth, and visualized those lips sealed about Mike's cock, and somehow this gave her a tingle of excitement.
"I think you are jealous," Greta said.
"I'm not!" Lisa said, and knew she was lying.
"I think you picture us together in your head, and it makes you very jealous. Isn't that true?"
Lisa looked down. "Yes. I admit it. It's true."
Greta looked into the green eyes of the girl, and felt a smouldering excitement in her cunt "Listen. I suspect that you and Mike have sort of played with each other. Isn't that true?"
"Yes." Oddly, Lisa couldn't help telling the truth, although she couldn't understand why. Was it the grass that let her say things she ordinarily might have repressed?
"Now, I'm not jealous of that. I think it's okay. See, I'm not possessive. I don't have to own a man or a sex partner. It's enough just to enjoy them." Greta smiled. "Do you think you can learn that?"
"I don't know. I feel jealous when I think of you and Mike together. Yet I know that I don't own him. Do you think it's natural to be jealous?"
"No. If it were, then I would be jealous. There are plenty of people who are not jealous of their lovers. And willing to share them. Sometimes that gives them extra pleasure."
"But if you cared about him, could you share him, still?" Lisa was fascinated by their conversation. It was so grown-up. And she felt she was learning something new. She thought that Greta was telling her that it could be fun to share Mike, and she suddenly wondered what such a scene would be like—the three of them making love together.
The idea excited Lisa, and she pictured them all locked in one big sex embrace. It was a real turn-on for her.
She looked more closely at Greta's sexy body, at the thrust of her tits, at the way the jeans firmly moulded her voluptuous figure. There was something terribly thrilling about Greta's figure, and Lisa thought that if she should ever see Greta's body naked, she might find it very disturbing.
Greta was watching Lisa's reactions very closely, and she could sense the young girl's fascination with the pictures in her head of the three of them making love. Also, she could read the tenseness in the teen-ager's body. Greta smiled mysteriously. She moved closer to Lisa and took her hand, looking at the palm as if to read it.
"You have a fascinating heart-line," she said, and her hand stroked Lisa's arm. She looked deep into the green eyes, and was jolted at the intense emotions she read there. She talked about the lines of Lisa's hand, and about the exciting future ahead of her, an exciting love life. Her hands moved rhythmically over Lisa's arms as she talked, a seductive, sensual stroking.
Greta's stroking aroused the strangest feelings in Lisa, and she wondered what would happen next. She knew that this sort of stroking generally excited her sensually, and her thoughts went naturally to Mike and to Big Tom. Her vulva experienced a violent desire for the male prick; she felt a terrible ache and emptiness in her cunt, just because there was no male to attack it.
If only I had a cock to suck, she thought desperately, and she decided that it was very unfair for Greta to do this thing to her body—to arouse it when there was no way to satisfy it!
Her misery became more intense as the caresses went on and on. The rhythm had a hypnotic effect, and Lisa felt practically powerless, robbed of will, as if Greta had somehow put her in a state of numb acquiescence.
Greta knew the hypnotic power of the rhythmic caress. Her own cunt was seeping with the elixir of love. She slipped her hand, finally, inside Lisa's shirt to stroke her tit, and she shivered with excitement. She really thrilled to the freshness and luscious youth of the teen-age kid alongside her. She was astonished at the way the girl's nipples erected, and slowly opening the shirt, she bent down to take a tit in her mouth.
Greta found it blissful. She loved the feel of the hard young nipple in her mouth. She knew now that, come what may, she just had to get to Lisa's cunt. Maybe get the kid to lick her cunt too. The thought of it sent her juices flowing.
It had been a long time since Greta had felt such intense excitement. She stole a glance at her victim. Lisa's face was a study. She was practically paralyzed with pleasure, but underneath was a small edge of fear. She could not understand what the hell was happening, and everything that Greta did astonished her, for she felt that only a male lover would do such things.
She was stunned, therefore, when Greta unzipped her jeans, tugging on them, pulling them down to reveal her cunt. Greta stared with pleasure, totally overwhelmed by the sensuous delicacy of it—the charm of the mound, the wisps of golden hair, and the delicious-looking cleft.
"You've got a real honeypot, darling," she said, gently easing the golden teen-ager on her back, the better to get at the treasure between her thighs.
Greta's pink tongue came out and danced between the sensuous cunt lips, glorying in the silky flesh, the taste of the cunt elixir, the touch of the lovely belly.
"You're delicious," she whispered between her long, sensuous licks. Her tongue, with clever craft, found the clit and flicked at it repeatedly, sending thrill after thrill through Lisa's body.
Lisa lay there, amazed that a woman could do such a thing. She was hypnotized with happiness, and her body twisted as she waited for each stroke of the tongue. Her flesh trembled, her cunt quivered, and she wondered if she, too, could get her tongue into the honey-groove.
Then, as if Greta had read her thought, she whipped off her jeans and shirt, and within moments the girls faced each other, stark-naked.
Lisa stared, enthralled by Greta's Amazonian beauty. She had a spectacular physique, with not an ounce of superfluous flesh; every curve was firm and true. Plump tits, slender waist, flat tummy. A feast to the eyes and—as Lisa soon found—a feast to the taste, too.
For Greta positioned their bodies in the sixty-nine position, so that they were contemplating each other's delicate cunts. Then Greta greedily attacked the luscious cleft in front of her, aware that Lisa would shortly follow suit.
Lisa stared at the terrific twat just inches away from her mouth. Greta had a clean-shaven cunt, and the plump tempting meat showed, sensual and exciting. It worked like a magnet to attract her mouth, more especially when Greta's tongue resumed its flickering in her erotic depths. An irresistible lust came over Lisa to kiss the plump cunt in front of her face. She swiftly put her hot tongue into the slit, thrilling at the feel of warm, velvety flesh.
Lisa's own cunt vibrated with the rhythm of Greta's licking, and she soon picked up that rhythm, so that both of them were making simultaneous thrusts, building violent storms in each other's vulva. And then Greta grabbed Lisa's delicious buttocks and lashed her cunt wickedly as she felt her orgasm go off, wave after wave of wild excitement spreading through her body.
Lisa, too, felt a swiftly tightening knot of delight, and then an explosion as she went skyrocketing off on her own orgasm.
In imitation of Greta's action, she grabbed the superb buttocks in front of her, holding them fiercely as she kept kissing and licking the luscious cunt, now flowing with heavenly come.
Then, slowly, Lisa slumped down—but it took a long time for her to stop quivering from the ecstasy of her orgasm.