Chapter 8
Although she began to detect a slight softening in the man's attitude toward her, Loretta realized Jerry would let nothing stand in his way. He intended to become one of the big wheels at Revelers, and the only way for that to happen was for him to go on proving how many fraudulent claims were being made. At the moment, his only way was to continue using Loretta. She empathized with him, even if she didn't like the idea of being used. But because of the way she felt about him, she was now willing to remain enslaved to him and do anything he told her to do.
For the next two days no one came to the motel suite, and as a result she was allowed to go into the field and watch the claims men at work. Little by little she was getting first-hand knowledge of what it was like to be an insurance adjuster. When the other male adjusters attempted to come on to her, she merely shrugged them off with a smile.
It was on a Friday that she was told she had to return to the motel suite, and there she had to wait for another fradulent claimer ... or what appeared to be fraudulent. Totally enslaved to Jerry, who had taken her to his home each of the last two nights as well, continuing to make mad, passionate love to her, she slipped into a seductive pink dress, once again with a low-cut front, and she waited.
It was eleven o'clock when the expected knock on the door came, and she was more surprised than the woman on the other side of the door when she opened it. She had been expecting a man. What was Jerry trying to do to her?
The woman was short, with very dark hair and a round face, and looked more than a little attractive. She introduced herself as Joyce Coates. She handed Loretta her claim form, and after examining it, Loretta realized the woman was claiming whiplash and a sore neck with extreme discomfort, though she wasn't wearing a neck brace.
Loretta inivted Joyce into the sitting room and offered her a chair. Joyce sat very gingerly, too gingerly, Loretta thought. But what was Loretta supposed to do?
They talked for nearly a half hour, and when it was over, Joyce prepared to leave. It was at this time that Loretta noticed the shorter woman had been eyeing her with almost the same intensity any man might. Though Joyce's so-called interview was over, and she ought to have been going toward the door, she was standing near Loretta, her fingers now absently fondling the other woman's long brown hair. Joyce's hair was short, almost black, and her lips were not as full as Loretta's. There was nothing mannish about Joyce, yet there was no doubt as to what she seemed to be leading up to.
In the past few minutes she no longer seemed to favor her neck, and it occurred to Loretta that she was facing a lesbian. Though she, herself, had no lesbianic tendencies, she knew what was expected of her, and made no move to pull away when Joyce continued playing with her hair. Soon Joyce was patting her head, caressing and stroking it, and Loretta knew this was the time to speak.
"You seem to have led a lonely life," she said.
"Very lonely," Joyce sighed.
"You seem to be lacking a lot of love."
"So few people notice," Joyce nodded, letting the tips of her fingers trail across Loretta's shoulders.
"Would you like to make love to me, Joyce?" she asked, scarcely able to believe she had made the offer.
Joyce stiffened, narrowing her eyes, staring at her suspiciously, looking at Loretta untrustingly. After a few minutes, she sighed and said, "Are you serious?"
"Very serious," Loretta admitted. "Have you ever done anything like this with a woman before?"
"No," Loretta admitted.
"Then I'm the one who'll have to do the work. Would you like me to lick you down there?"
"I think it would be an interesting and unique experience," Loretta admitted.
The taller woman's heart was thudding insanely under her dress as if it might push through her magnificent breasts. She was afraid she might seem too enthusiastic, and this might stop Joyce, thereby preventing her from showing off the fact that there was really nothing wrong with her neck. After all, if she was able to kneel between her thighs and lick her pussy, it would put a strain on her neck that a woman with a wrenched neck would not be able to withstand. A long silence ensued, and finally Joyce nodded.
The two of them walked into the bedroom, and there they undressed. Loretta stretched out on the bed, taking a deep breath, looking at Joyce's body. The other woman, though shorter than herself, was .very nicely built. She had full, swollen breasts that didn't sag, and if her hips were more meaty than Loretta's, her belly was just as flat. She was going to experience something new, and though it wouldn't begin to take the place of what she had known with Jerry. Doan, it would be something different, and as a result, it would be worth knowing. Loretta realized she had changed a lot in the last few days. Perhaps she wasn't averse to this experience because it had nothing to do with men.
Granted, she was still a slave to the insurance company, doing this because of her enslavement, but somehow, since it was taking place with a woman, it didn't seem quite as awful.
Right now her lovely and lithe body was quivering with lascivious anticipation. Her mind wandered back to when she was a young girl in high school; and how the other girls used to play with one another in the showers. She had never joined in such play, being told in advance by her mother of the sinfullness of it.
Sunlight was streaming into the second floor suite through half-drawn curtains, the beams falling across the bed on which she lay. The golden rays played across her breasts as well as the lightly furred opening of her pink pussy. The sunlight seemed to make Loretta's white body glisten, and the taller woman saw the other female licking her lips in anticipation.
"You know," Joyce said to her, "I feel hot and sticky all over. It might be a good idea if we sort of take a bath together."
Having just been through something similar with Jerry Dona a few evenings earlier, Loretta was loath to do it all over again, but realized it might be the only way to get Joyce to prove she was faking. By now, she was certain there were videotape cameras even photographing the bathroom.
She nodded, got off the bed, and followed Joyce from the bedroom into the luxurious bathroom maintained in the large suite. It was very spacious considering it was in a motel, with lavender tile on the walls and gold-plated faucets in the sink and tub. Loretta, her body covered with goosebumps in expectancy, was still unable to figure out just why she had really offered to allow Joyce to make love to her. But no matter what her real motives-whether she was doing this in the line of duty, or doing it from a simple standpoint of curiosity, wanting to experiment with something new, she intended going through with it. Secretly she wondered if, deep down, she had sexual perversions she had never known anything about-perversions that were first beginning to surface, right now.
She allowed Joyce to take her hand, the latter holding it like a lover as they stood on the cool tiled floor. The dull Friday morning had been changed almost magically because of the presence of this other woman into a day of vital psychological meaning for Loretta. Though she didn't like the idea of being in the bathroom to perform a sexual act, she was willing to go through with it if this was what would make Joyce trip herself up.
This bathroom was totally different from the one in Jerry Don's home. Aside from the lavender tile, there was no carpeting on the floor, nor were there huge mirrors as there had been in Jerry's bathroom. There was one long glass cabinet running the entire length of the wall beneath the sink. For the most part it was empty, though there were sanitarily wrapped combs and brushes there, supposedly to be used by the so-called frauds if they chose to wash up and comb their hair, afterward.
Loretta curled her toes on the tiled floor as Joyce automatically closed and locked the door, saying something about not wanting to risk any kind of interruption. The taller woman was taken a little off-balance when the other woman stepped behind her and gently placed her hands on Loretta's smoothly rounded shoulders. She began kneading the flesh, making Loretta, who had become tense, slowly relax. The satin flesh became calmer and calmer. Then, moving even closer, standing on tip-toe because she was shorter than Loretta, Joyce planted a soft, wet kiss on the nape of Loretta's neck. Little by little she begin stitching kisses lower and lower until she was down on her knees, kissing the taller woman's spine-base. Reaching up, she planted her widespread fingers against the slender woman's coccyx, kneading there, as well until the rigidity of her muscles had relaxed to her expert massage.
Loretta felt herself becoming more and more relaxed with every passing moment, feeling less and less apprehensive about what was going to take place between Joyce and herself. She gulped audibly as she became aware of sharply tingling thrills charging through her long, slender legs with sharpening intensity. Then she allowed her body to go totally limp, submitting completely to the womanly caresses she had initially asked for.
Slowly moving her own body to a standing position once again, the attractive older, shorter woman turned Loretta around to face her, running her caressing eyes appreciatively over the excitingly white and beautiful body in its total nakedness. The lovely Loretta found herself suddenly blushing deeply, still feeling total embarrassment under the other woman's hungry gaze. She turned away very suddenly, leaning over the bathtub, lifting the lever that would block the drain, and then turning on both faucets, full blast.
While Loretta was in this unwittingly revealing position, her lovely rounded asscheeks opened slightly, the buttocks parting in order to reveal the dark and exciting narrow cleft which sheltered her tiny rosebud-like asshole. Then, turning around once more, Loretta looked back at Joyce, whose body was now sheened with perspiration as she anticipated what would soon be happening between the two of them.
Loretta felt a momentary stab of fear invading her body as she wondered if she really wanted to go through with this. Still, she had come this far, and it was too late to back out, now. She was well aware that she had to finish what she had begun.
Loretta turned back to the tub, straining further over it to adjust the water to the right temperature. As she bent forward she revealed very plainly the pink, partially opened lips of her seeping pussy. Joyce stood there, licking her lips, hungry at the sight of a cunt that was already wet with anticipation. As far as Joyce was concerned, this was a good sign. Joyce hated all men, and had let Jerry Doan know as much when he had first gone out to check her claim. He had seen her dyke tendencies, and so had known she, like the men, would fall right into the trap if introduced to Loretta.
Right now, the older woman was gazing as if hypnotized at the long, tautly muscled legs as Loretta stretched herself. Loretta, though aware of the other woman's eyes, remained unaware outwardly, continuing to present the lovely purse of her cunt and her asshole for Joyce's inspection. This added to Joyce's lesbianic enjoyment as she continued staring at the naked Loretta.
Joyce felt her inner breath quickening at the delicious thought of the impending sexual session, inwardly feeling the heatedly burning desire building deep in the center of her own vaginal trough. Her cuntal lining was already becoming more and more sensitive as she continued gazing raptly at the delectable openness of Loretta's widespread thighs. When at last Loretta once again straightened up, she slowly turned to face the other woman, and her own eyes were now glistening with excitement. The steam filling the room was making Joyce's body glisten even more, and her upstanding breasts, haloed as they were with pink areolae, looked magnificent. Loretta had to admit she had never thought she would be aroused looking at the nakedness of another woman. But she was definitely aroused now. Those mammaries were the size of large melons.
Joyce was now moving through the steam as it filled the room, approaching Loretta, reaching out, letting her fingers very gently touch the other woman's waist. Her fingers were trembling at the softly delicate touch. Loretta's skin was still so incredibly and delectably smooth and soft, so delightfully sleek and tawny. She fondled the taut flesh of Loretta's waist for a few moments, and Loretta shut her eyes, able to immediately appreciate the difference between this woman's touch and that of a man. She shuddered when Joyce's hands moved down and touched her hipbones.
"You touch me a little," Joyce told her. "I don't want to take my hands from your body, but I want to feel what it's like to have you touch me."
Loretta nodded, inwardly thrilled and delightfully excited, feeling emotionally charged up with a lustful intensity she would never have believed she might feel for another woman. She eagerly and swiftly moved her delicate fingers to Joyce's firm waist, pressing the flat of her hand against the other woman's tummy and lightly rubbing. She had to admit she was getting some kind of thrill from all this.
Loretta realized, at this moment, that she didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at gazing at the naked body of another woman while being inspected by that woman. She enjoyed the touching and the being touched. It all seemed very natural, not the least bit unnatural. She was looking at Joyce as a man might, understanding what it was about women that men liked. Now she was aware of her own nipples starting to swell, becoming erect and hard, peaking with desire as they strained outward.
Loretta, feeling the blood in her nipples, glanced down at her breasts. She saw the points now stiff and sensitive, the normally quiet and soft-textured nipples growing thick into flower-like over-ripened buds.
Joyce, sensing the growing lust in Loretta, now began swaying her body from side to side, causing her breasts to swing as she once again stood on tip-toe to bring her nipples into delicious contact with the equally firm and extended nipples belonging to the taller woman. The electrical contact all but took Loretta's breath away. She hadn't expected to feel such a shocking thrill at being touched by another woman's breasts. She all but gasped aloud as the older woman used her left hand to massage her breasts, making tiny teasing circles around the nipples, tweaking them and making them even harder than they had been.
Without warning, Joyce suddenly scissored her legs apart, moving with the agility of aballet dancer, exposing the soft, thin gash of her pink vagina as it rested tantalizingly in the soft, almost black hair between her own full and round thighs. Her pubis scrubbed against Loretta's thigh, making the younger woman feel total wonton desire charge through her. Through slitted eyes she saw Joyce was becoming even more salaciously aroused.
Loretta blushed the littlest bit at the guilt flickering through her quivering conscience. She knew, as Jerry Doan's sex slave, it was her job to go through with this, but why did she feel the actual desire to do so? Her guilt was feeling the want for this rather than the actual doing of it. She squirmed, wriggling her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cool, tiled wall next to the tub behind her. Joyce brushed against her once more, and she jumped at the unexpected contact and the even more unexpected shock she felt radiating through her as a result. Her breath continued to quicken as Joyce began to move rhythmically from side to side, letting the fullness of her massive mammae continue to repeatedly brush again and again into her own breasts, feeling a glorious thrill every time the pointy nipples made direct contact with her own extended buds.
The sound of splashing water in the tub beside her snapped her out of her reverie, reminding her that the bath would soon be filled to overflowing. Moving to her left, she stepped backward and reached behind her with her hands, seeking the faucets, now reluctant to take her eyes from the arousing sight of Joyce's lovely body. She slowly hunkered down until she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and after turning the faucets off, ran her fingers through the flowing water, testing it. Somehow she had managed to keep it at the right temperature.
Lifting one leg, Loretta let it slide over the tub and in, and then remained seated, deliberately, in this provocatively suggestive position for several moments allowing the other woman to hungrily feast her eyes on the softly pink wetted down flesh of her seething vagina. The thin curve of her vaginal opening had once again peeled apart, and the inner labia were once more succulently revealed to Joyce's very steady gaze. A light trickle of hot vaginal flow began running down Loretta's inner right thigh, and the sight of it caused Joyce's own inner juices to bubble so furiously, she began leaking fluid, as well. Joyce was feeling passionate arousal, and Loretta wondered why the other woman was in such heat. She didn't know it had been a long, long time since Joyce had enjoyed another woman. She sat there, making no attempt to hide the rich sight of her lush pink opening, though it was obvious from Joyce's stare that the older woman was fascinated by what she saw.
The brightly cheerful bathroom had suddenly become a steamy and tropical jungle now, and the perspiration stood out in beads on Joyce's lovely body. They were running slowly down her neck to fall in tiny droplets in the valley between her full, upstanding breasts. Further down, Loretta was clearly able to see trickles of condensed moisture running over the flatness of Joyce's belly, seeping into her pubic darkness and becoming lost in there. As Joyce walked closer to the tub, Loretta saw her pink vagina appearing and disappearing with each step she took. Loretta began feeling the heatedly exciting thrill of Joyce's nakedness as the latter came closer to her. She quivered uncontrollably when, once again, Joyce reached down and allowed her hand to touch the inner swell of Loretta's breasts.
Her eyes filled with delighted wonderment and overpowering awe, Loretta looked down at her own body, watching the way Joyce was manipulating her body, her fingers playing with the rounded swells of her lovely breasts. Joyce used her hands to cup, then raise the global mammaries, and for a moment Loretta felt them become almost weightless as Joyce held them firmly in both hands.
She had to admit she loved the feeling of Joyce's pressuring hands. God! Her caresses were so soft and tender compared to the way men had touched her. She delighted in the renewed sensation of heat that was filling her vagina. Joyce stepped into the tub and sat, still so close to Loretta she was able to touch the other's breasts. She somehow managed to stretch her legs out beneath the water, luxuriously stretching her muscles to their fullest, and then with a soft moan letting them simply fall apart, feeling the delightful rush of warm bath water charging into the narrow tunnel behind her gash. Tugging slightly but meaningfully, Joyce managed to urge Loretta into the tub, as well, sliding backward so the taller woman would be able to sit, facing her. The two of them had their breasts hobbling on top of the water like tipped buoys-Loretta's brown-tipped, Joyce's pink-tipped. The water surrounded and embraced the rest of them, making the two women feel good.
With her hands once again embracing the quivering swells of Loretta's full breasts, Joyce positioned hers herself so that she was now kneeling in the tub, her knees between Loretta's spread thighs. She moved forward, letting her knees actually press right up against Loretta's vaginal opening. The younger woman found herself gasping out loud as tiny wisps of thrilling pleasure continued uncontrollably rippling in the teeming depths of her vaginal fount. Her own tongue leaped out and licked nervously across her lips as keen, matchless delight took complete control of her, sending charges of sensation through her shuddering mind.
Picking up a large sponge from a tiled shelf above her, Joyce began to very methodically soap Loretta's right breast, rubbing her fingers over the fleshy swell and pulling tenderly but firmly on the rubbery extension of her nipple. She worked up a heavy lather on the sponge and then used it to coat whatever part of the woman's skin was not below the water. Loretta found herself covered with a white a foamy froth, but she was unable to see under the water because the soap was clouding it. Loretta found herself leaning forward in a dream-like haze, resting her cheek on Joyce's shoulder. Her hand slipped under the water and came to rest on Joyce's solid thigh, and she felt the heat radiating from the other woman's flesh.
Joyce was now soaping Loretta's other breast, dipping the sponge she had into the water and then washing off the swollen breast, lingeringly massaging it. Then she pushed the sponge under the water and rubbed it against the smooth surface of Loretta's tender belly. Letting go of the sponge, she began massaging Loretta's breasts with her fingers, caressing and washing each swollen breast in turn.
Her hands were covered with soap, and Joyce managed to lather all of Loretta's exposed body again, then she gently urged the taller woman to stand up in the tub. Now she was able to reach the more exciting regions of Loretta's pubic area. Obeying the older woman, Loretta somehow managed to stand in the tub somewhat unsteadily, standing with her legs as far apart as possible, flattening her palm against the wall to keep her balance.
The heavy steam continually rising from the bath water continued tickling her nostrils making her head feel limp and heavy, though much of the dizziness had to be attributed to her late nights with Jerry Doan. She shut her eyes tightly and unconsciously began chewing on her lower lip as Joyce's hands moved to her thighs, her slender fingers resting just above Loretta's knees on the first fleshy swell of her seductively open thighs. She washed the outside of Loretta's thighs first, letting her hands caress their way slowly up the white pillars, allowing them to rest momentarily on the other woman's hips.
When Loretta's thighs began shuddering involuntarily, quaking because of this tormenting caress, Joyce transferred her fingers to the softer, more voluptuous insides of the other woman's thighs, and, with her thumbs stretching as far to the rear as possible, began fondling and arousing the quivering, faintly moaning woman in earnest. Loretta gasped out of control.
Joyce's probing fingers worked themselves slowly toward the pink edges of the lovely cunt as it expanded and contracted. She slipped her index finger in and out very smoothly in the soaking wet opening as Loretta stood there, completely mesmerized into a rigid state for the moment as the tantalizing movements of the other woman's hand thrilled her. She felt herself driven upward to a higher and higher peak of yearning excitement. Loretta's facial muscles were tightening in welcoming pleasure as Joyce added a second, then a third finger inside, moving all three in and out of the tantalizing vaginal flesh. The fingers disappeared all the way in each time Joyce shoved them upward, making a soft, sucking sound as a tremulous moan of delight came issuing from between Loretta's tightened lips.
Loretta had her eyes clamped shut, and she was gritting her teeth together as she began wriggling and squirming because of the fingers continually working their way in and out of her sucking interior. The fingers moved with uncontrolled, passionate thrusts.
Joyce, her eyes wide open with excitement and desire, repeated the fingering, making it more an act of love than merely a motion of fucking, totalizing Loretta to the point where the latter knew she was unable to climax, but was unable to withstand what she was feeling. She feared she would faint from what she was feeling and pleaded with Joyce to stop.
Lessening what she was doing with her fingers, Joyce brought her thumbs up and very gently tugged the dripping vaginal labia wide apart. From her vantage point, staring directly up into the younger woman's seething cunnus, Joyce was able to see the rich and tender membranes inside the quivering tunnel. Loretta now leaned all her weight firmly against the tiled wall, whimpering softly as Joyce raised her head, snaked her tongue out, and let it make direct contact with the soft down-covered wetness of Loretta's vaginal lips. She flattened her tongue against the split and licked up and down the crevice, moving her tongue around and around. The tip of her oral organ licked up the crack past the perineum and even poked into Loretta's rear opening. All the while she maintained the pouting pinkness wide apart with her thumbs as she slowly worked her hungering mouth back to the inviting female nest of pink flesh.
Loretta's eyes remained tightly shut, very much aware of everything the other woman was doing to her body. Chill followed chill down her spine as she vibrated uncontrollably.
"Unh! Yes! Anh! Good! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
The cry was wrenched from the woman's gasping lips as she felt the tenderest, sharpest, most sensational floods of passion inundating her, yet. Each time the tongue touched her back tunnel, she felt as if someone had pushed a tiny ice cube inside her.
"Haaaaannnnh! Oooonnnnnn hhhhhh! Can't stand it! Can't stand it!
Her thighs were now jerking helplessly, wedged wide apart by Joyce's upraised face. Reaching down, Loretta gripped the other woman's head with both hands and began beating her palms in a mad frenzy in her tormentor's hair doing her best to try and dislodge the other woman's taunting, tantalizing, scintillating tongue as it rapidly licked into the hot tunnel between her thighs.
Loretta struggled, trying hard to pull away, but Joyce, more grimly determined than ever, stayed with her, continuing to stab her pointed tongue into the juicy cavern, then flatly rubbing it like sandpaper against the extended clitoris which was now provoking the beautiful Loretta into uncontrollable feelings of total wanton rapture. She released her nibbling teeth from the sucking lips of the other girl's quivering pussy, letting the fleshy labial folds seemingly fold in on themselves. At the same time she passed her hands around Loretta's hips, tightly gripping her buttocks.
Joyce worked her mouth expertly against the closed cuntlips while her hands continued to rub the other woman's buttocks, and little by little Loretta slowly began to relax again. Her asscheeks soon became soft and flexible in Joyce's hands. As if in a total hypnotic trance, Joyce coaxed her digging fingers into the cleft of the other woman's asscheeks and began using her forefinger to fondle the tiny opening that was her anus.
From where she was kneeling in the tub, Joyce was clearly able to see the tiny, tight little opening nestled in the curvaceously sexy center of Loretta's asscheeks. It seemed to be throbbing open and closed as if anticipating Joyce's next move.
Joyce's fingers began probing at the puckered little brown opening like teasing little needles. The asshole was now open wide, and Joyce had lubricated the sphincter with soap so that her forefinger was easily able to penetrate it. Her slim finger sank easily past the sphincter, into the narrow well, going deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside.
Loretta strained back at the intruding finger as her doughnut-like sphincter closed over it in final acceptance and a flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her straining face as the searching finger reached its limit in her interior.
Loretta was exhausted from standing as she was in so awkward a position. She desperately wanted to get out of the bathtub and into a more comfortable position. In reality she wanted to lie down and let the other woman do as she wished with her.
Finally, she managed to disengage the other woman's mouth from her aching cunt and slipped her hand up behind the other woman's back, drawing her to a standing position. For a moment-which in reality seemed like some kind of eternity-Joyce looked deeply, almost lovingly, into Loretta's eyes, then pressed her wet and warm smoldering body against that of the other woman in a love hug. When she finally released Loretta and the two of them separated, the parting of flesh from flesh made a loud sucking sound.
Leading Loretta, Joyce stepped from the bath tub and pulled the drain plug. The two women hurriedly rubbed one another down with bath towels, and when both were totally dry, each sprayed the other with a fragrant after-bath scent they found in the bathroom.
Then they returned to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, each staring hungrily and excitedly at the other. For the moment Loretta was unable to see anything or anyone but Joyce. She had become so totally hooked on sex, she was obsessive.
Joyce's arms enfolded Loretta's soft, firm young flesh, and the younger woman eagerly responded hurriedly to her embrance. By now, it was obvious to Loretta that there was nothing phyically wrong with Joyce, and the woman was definitely trying to cheat the insurance company out of money. But she was so aroused by all that was taking place, she wanted it brought to a natural conclusion.
Bodies pressing, the two women hugged one another tightly, their lips meeting in a long, drawn-out passionate kiss. Tongues slithered from mouth to mouth, saliva from one mixing with that of the other, and Loretta clamped her lips greedily over Joyce's. Her mind drifted helplessly in a dream-like fantasy. At the moment she felt as if her body was suspended in midair, somewhere between the deep blue of heaven and the rich green of earth. Her luscious form was now firmly pressed beneath that of the lovely Joyce. Her thighs had separated and she was able to feel the other woman's fingers plucking insistently at the tender lips of her pussy, playing them as if they were guitar strings, working them patiently apart in order to once again probe into her.
Loretta discovered she was using her own hands, as well. She was running them over Joyce's firm, white buttocks, buttocks more full than her own, smoothly stroking them very carefully with long, loving caresses. She moved her other hand very gradually into the narrow valley between the other woman's breasts and then found herself softly milking at the spongy pink nipple closest to her, arousing without realizing it, the heated desire in Joyce to new and greater heights of dizzy lustfulness.
Joyce's solid mammaries responded almost instantly to the soft and petting caresses they received. Lush pinkly pointed buds that were her nipples sprang vibrantly to life, peaking and ebbing with each gasp of air that poured from her lungs. Her tongue pierced the hot moistness of the other woman's puckered lips, fucking in and out of Loretta's mouth with rapid thrusts, exploring every nook and cranny and then running over the hard enamel surfaces of the other woman's teeth. Joyce slowly inserted a finger into the delectable softness that was Loretta's shuddery pussy, sinking into the opening that nestled between the widespread, shapely legs. She began moving it in and out as she had done with her tongue, earlier.
Unconsciously, Loretta started sliding her fingers down the length of Joyce's tummy. Her nails slid through the heavy black luxuriant growth of pubic hair, touching the soaking, gaping mound of cunt now expectantly poised over her quivering body. Her own knuckles pressed urgently against the hairy labia as she sought to open Joyce's vaginal gateway, first fondling the thick lips, feeling moisture slide out and wet her finger, and then finally sliding the finger with some small resistance into the womanly tunnel. The older woman's vaginal folds were soft and warm and smooth, and her inner juices were flowing copiously.
Gasping, the two of them continued dueling with their tongues, fencing back and forth from one mouth to the other, keeping perfect time with the movement of their probingly inserted fingers as each continued to massage the other's deep pussy. There was no longer any gentle caressing for either woman. Both were too far aroused and heated up, sexually excited, to think of prolonging anything at this point. Together, they moved their fingers in and out of one another's hot cunts as wildly as possible, neither female attempting to hold back the lust mutually embracing them as burning passion burst through their straining bodies.
Loretta's beautiful face was contorted and twisted into an expression of desire-filled elation. A low, muffled moan came from her lips, the sound more than a little distorted, mingling with the sounds of suction caused by movement of fingers in gaping vaginal centers. The two women quivered, pounding their bodies in time to the thrusts of their hands, and each realized she was on the brink of total satisfaction.
Loretta was all but out of her mind with thrilling feeling. Her entire body was quivering beneath the movement of the fucking fingers as she clenched her cunt that much more tightly around them. Then she gasped, "AAAA YYYYAAARRRRGGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHH AAANNNNGGG-GGHHHHH AAAAAGGGHHH AAAAAUUUUU NNNNNGGGGG HHHHHHHHH!"
Loretta ran her fingers in and out of the tight narrowness of Joyce's pussy, making the older woman vibrate uncontrollably, while her own tight cunt closed all the more firmly around the fingers of the hand-fucking dark-haired woman. She bit Joyce's lips, then chewed at the latter's earlobe, ramming her fingers in and out with even more vicious thrusting, and then it was Joyce's turn to stiffen.
"I'M ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... GOING TO ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNN GGGGGHHHH ... COMMMMMMMME ... YYYYAAAARRRR ... GGGHHHAAA NNNGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Joyce screeched, and had the motel walls not been soundproofed, she would have been heard in the next county.
As it was she hurled her body up and down against Loretta's fingers, spurting her colorless froth all over the younger woman's hand, her body twisting and turning uncontrollably.
Finally she fell back, totally exhausted and out of breath. Panting, she smiled, and Loretta smiled back.
Enjoy it, Loretta thought. Because you've just incriminated yourself once and for all.