Chapter 13
The woodpecker was twittering outside the window and a wealth of new blooms had colored the flower garden. Margaret closed the back door and returned to the living room.
Where was Gordon? she thought.
Sherry was slunk down into the couch, a hand to her twat. It was still showing the after effects of their savage lovemaking. Margaret came over and sat down next to the girl, legs spread. Her hair-fringed split glistened with vaginal dew, and the mouth had opened exposing pink flesh beneath.
Sherry leaned across Margaret and kissed an exposed nipple. Margaret sighed, patting the girl on the head. She thought, Margaret there you sit with your legs spread, this young thing kissing you and you feel no shame. Why don't you feel guilty.
She turned and tried to see Sherry as Gordon might. She examined the girl's naked pubes, small but smartly curved rump and her flat chest. Once she had looked this way, but no man had ever touched her, much less fucked her cunt!
Goodness, did I miss out!
Sherry rolled her legs and stared at Margaret's hairy crotch. She felt a spasm in her rear end. Margaret's twat looked juicy. It was slightly puckered from penetration and staring wide-eyed at it, she decided to experiment.
She crawled down into Margaret's lap and searched for the swelled clitoris with her tongue. For some minutes she searched and then, her tongue came in contact with a salty tasting noodle of skin about half an inch long and she knew that was it.
Margaret was panting. On fire. The girl's tongue began its insane, unheard licking and sucking and she had to groan. Ribbons of fire grew out of her belly, running up to her breasts where her nipples swelled up.
OHHHHHHHHH!! ! ! !
Sherry heard the cry and ignored it. The way Margaret was squirming about on the sofa made pussy eating all that much more enjoyable. Suddenly, Margaret's hips rose up, taking Sherry's licking mouth with it. Up and up the two went until Margaret, her back, bent like a bow, began driving her cunt against Sherry's licking tongue.
The cum broke with a burst like a wave crashing on a beach, and Margaret's moans of pleasure silenced the grandfather's clock bonging the hour in the next room.
It was pure bliss. Sherry was nearly exhausted when she finally lifted her face. Margaret smiled, shaped a kiss for Sherry while staring down at her small, nub-like nipples, watching her rubbing her twat. A small girl with a new toy.
She had to do something for Sherry. She gazed smilingly at the girl, reaching for her heart shaped cunt, but said nothing. Margaret brought her face down to Sherry's and tongue-kissed her so deeply and excitingly that Sherry's hips cavorted on the sofa. It was only the beginning for these two.
No words, just sucking Sherry's tongue while her finger warmed the girl's groove was enough communication. Sherry's nipples swelled up and Margaret was quick to caress the tiny red ends.
Margaret felt no shame. Not with the dildo, not now as she stroked and fondled the girl. A girl old enough to be her own daughter. What impulse led her to such extremes remained a mystery. Sex seemed to be driving her to all sorts of extremes.
As Margaret caressed she thought, "Well, kiddo, if you're a lesbian then you just are lesbian, drift with it, and goodness what big, plump lips Sherry has, how terribly exciting to squeeze and press and tug playfully at them!
She felt Sherry wiggling around like an eel. The girl was turned on. Perhaps, it was time for the dildo again. That electric charge could satisfy a sexual appetite as nothing else could.
"Raise a leg, darling wood nymph," Margaret heard herself saying. "I'm going to lap your pussy."
Gape-mouthed with astonishment-Margaret was acting so nice!-Sherry obeyed. Her cunt was so hot, so fucking hot, that she could barely stand it. Then Margaret brought her lips down again on her tush and Sherry groaned, her mind reeling as if caught up in a dream.
The wet suction, a hundred times more voluptuous than a fondling finger, bloated Sherry's tiny clitoris. It filled the older woman's mouth.
Margaret groaned deep in her throat and eased her sweating, excited body up on Sherry's. Wiggling into position, she dropped her pubes down on Sherry's open, waiting mouth. The hot, wet tongue greeted her loins with a tasty lick.
Now both women were in the sixty-nine position, rolling and licking and eating each other. Dyking it up, sharing and receiving sex, enjoying the goodness of womanhood.
Ohhh! A cry from her parched throat, startled Margaret. Ohhh, she's trying to eat my entire vulva, hairy lips and all.
Desperately she struggled for the plastic cock. She had left the damned thing on the coffee table. Her fingers reached out, and found the ridged plastic handle. She brought the tool back between Sherry's legs. Before Margaret's eyes loomed the great gleaming mound of Sherry's cunt.
She watched, then brought her tongue down again on the hairless crease, the raspy surface moving back and forth against her groove. Sherry, convulsing with pleasure, drove her tongue as deep as it would go into Margaret's furry muff.
Yaaaaaaaa!!
A leg cocked up and she saw the mound, the target of her desires. She wanted to eat and lick and suck and never quit. Never!
She clutched the dildo like a knife. The gleaming conical head pointed downward. Slowly Margaret brought the point down her breasts, across her fluttering stomach, down to the gleaming mound of womanhood.
Carefully, she worked the tool in and out. The head went in easier, now that her vulva was stretched out. From eating and fucking.
She palmed the satiny inner thigh with her free hand, brushed the hair out of her eyes. Sherry was driving into her hole. She buckled at the waist. Hurry! she told herself. She wiggled, feeling the orgasm building, and realized she had to work fast. The odor from Sherry's cunt made her quiver all over. She licked her lips and gazed at her wanton hole.
Sherry's hole, a round wet red mouth, took in the dildo.
Nearer, into the musky heat, she drove the cock. Sherry's whole body spasmed and down between her legs, the flesh quivered. The girl moaned, and the vibrations tingled Margaret's twat.
Ooooooo! Do it! Do it now, thought Margaret.
In went the dildo. The shaft sliced into Sherry's tiny pie, spreading the lips back, exposing raw, blood soaked meat. In and out went the cock, a gleaming white missile contrasting with puckered cunt flesh. Margaret was half out of her mind. Her pussy was overcast with a rosy hue now, and she knew a cum was right there, oh yes, exploding as she drove the dagger-dick in up to the hilt and turned on the juice.
I am what I am, she thought as Sherry's mouth pulled from her cunt and issued a horrifying scream. I'm a cunt-lapping, child abusing lesbian with a cum shooting sparks and firing off roman candles, gushing juices. I love it! I'll never stop.
Margaret was dead serious.