Chapter 11

Margaret lay exhausted. A black ball of pain grew in her belly. She squatted down on the rug, her head on her thigh, feeling the beastly dildo darting at her bunghole.

She did not know what had possessed the girl. Margaret was worn out, limp, though she still had the energy to say: "Get away from me, you little tramp!"

Margaret raised up and looked back. Sherry was rubbing juice from her cunt onto the plastic cock.

The little girl said, "I'm itching to know how this invention really works."

Margaret told her, "Sherry, don't play with things you know nothing about."

Sherry shrugged. "I didn't mean to really hit you so hard. It just happened. You made me very angry."

Playfully, she took the cock and jabbed Margaret bunghole. The dildo shot between her cheeks and hit the sphincter. Margaret yelped and jumped forward.

Then Sherry laid the pipe on the coffee table and drew close to Margaret's rump. Her soft blue eyes dazed down into her crease with all the innocence of a child staring into a wishing well. Margaret, feeling guilty, slumped forward and buried her head into her arms. She began to sob uncontrollably.

Sherry looked hurt. She had meant to upset Mrs. Anson, even if the older woman desired it.

"I'm sorry," she said, staring down at her parted thighs. But saying sorry wasn't enough. Sherry had to prove her contriteness. She reached for Margaret's butt cheeks and parting them, she pushed forward and licked the woman's asshole.

"Hmmmmm!" Margaret gasped.

Sherry continued licking, not minding the taste really, but not too excited by licking the woman's asshole. It was just something that had to be done.

Finally, she lifted her head and grinned. "Feel better, Mrs. Anson?"

Margaret grinned. She turned on her thigh and revealed her hairy pussy to the girl's twinkling eyes. Through the pubic foilage, the pink sliver of clitoris was visible.

"While we wait for Gordon," she said, pulling Sherry closer. "I want to show you something."

She took the girl's hand and pressed her fingers against her own clitoris. The flared, excited digit swelled up like a spike.

Speechless, Sherry bent down and licked Margaret with her tongue.

"Ohhhhh!" Margaret gasped. She rolled her head back and forth, her mouth lolled open. When she recovered, which took several moments, Margaret felt happy.

"That feels so wonderful," she exclaimed. "Would you like to see for yourself, Sherry?"

The little girl nodded her head.

Margaret said, "In fact, I think you need it. Cunt-lapping isn't everything. But it's a good place to begin. Especially between two women."

Margaret could not speak, but gazing down at her own crotch, she felt a livening in her belly, a squishy pulsing.

like the mouth of her love hole was doing the fish-lip sucks, blinking and wiggling for her undivided attention.

Margaret knelt between the girl's tender thighs.

Sherry, still gazing, raised her hips up to Margaret's mouth. Gingerly, the older woman began to lick. Back and forth went her tongue. The raspy surface cleaned away the moisture and gently worked through the tight lips down to the clitoris.

Sherry felt a cuntal wrench, like a hard swallow, and with that she groaned. "Goood, Mrs. Anson. So very gooood!"

Margaret dipped her head and with a sudden thrust, drove her tongue tip hard against the tiny clitoris.

In with a swish, into a channel so tight and juicy that there was nothing to make her hesitate, just sliding along her groove until her tongue circled the tiny clitoris and Margaret, feeling her first hot throb, drove harder and licked longer, using her tongue as a cock.

Sherry jackknifed off the floor. Her hips twisted violently, her head rolling side to side and as her twat humped up and down to the beat set by Margaret's tantalizing tongue.

The little girl had strength in her legs then, she lifted them and hooked her ankles around Margaret's back.

She began humping, groaning as she squeezed her gaping pussy at Margaret's face, and pulled her twat through long, milking squeezes.

Sherry cried, "You're sizzling in there, Mrs. Anson!"

Margaret just laughed. Raising her head, she said, "Just hump, darling. Fuck with your hips."

Margaret returned to her choirs, burying her face into the tender fruit of Sherry's loins. The clitoris rose up straight as a miniature carrot and she licked it hard then soft then hard again.

She wouldn't stop, not for anything. Sherry's hips rabbit fucked, then the girl screamed, begging Margaret to stop.

"Not now," Margaret said, lapping the young, swelled up pussy. "Not till I'm goddam good and ready to." Driving harder, she penetrated the tender quim.

Her hands, wanting grips to control the cavorting hips, found Sherry's rump cheeks. Eagerly, she knead the flesh, grabbing both buns and holding on.

"Hurrrrry!" Sherry gasped.

Margaret felt a wave of guilt just then. Here she was eating out a girl young enough to be her daughter. It was disgusting.

Oh, it was shameful, this unspeakable act, she holding onto a girl's rump while sucking her clitoris. And Sherry driving a dildo up Margaret's backsides.

Sherry's openness, her gushing vaginal fluids, they were animalistic, like her grunts of feral pleasure!

Margaret raised her head and replaced her tongue with a finger.

"Hump me," she cried, driving the finger into Sherry's slit like a screwdriver into a screw slot. "Fuck with your hips. I want you to come. To come right this instant!"

Sherry replied fiercely with a pounding of her hips. She pounded away until it came, the explosion of blood and passion, a hot bloating that made her vagina feel as big as a football, then a shrinking down, a total collapse of passion and energy.

The spasm of heat blinded Sherry and she guessed that for a second she had passed out.

"Ooooooo!" she groaned. A second pleasure wave, like a giant 20-footer pounding the Hawaii coastline swept her up. Sherry had no choice, but to go with the force. The surf the wave, this pleasure wave, as it crashed on the white beaches of her crotch.

Margaret was moaning too. Margaret heated herself for using the dildo on Sherry. It was a coarse, thoughtless act.

"Fuck more! You're coming again," Margaret said. She felt the dollops of hot pussy juice on her fingers as she drove a nice, clean hole through Sherry's crotch.

You did a bad thing, Margaret thought, and you must be punished. For Sherry's sake. To show her that there is a right and wrong in this world.

Sherry's fucking became more violent. Hot stuff was running from her cunt down her ass. It was like jism, only it was coming from her twat. Again and again the little girl climaxed.

And Margaret was right there, using her finger, coaxing Sherry on, causing climax after climax.

While she thought of a proper punishment for herself.