Chapter 2
It was the night before graduation from graduate school. As far as Ruth was concerned, this was one helluva time for a girl not to have a date.
Ruth was five-feet-four-inches in height, with short blonde hair that she combed in curls, trying to create a somewhat dainty appearance. In her case it was necessary, because Ruth was buxom. She wasn't fat, but she had one heck of a lot of meat in the right places.
Ruth's gray eyes narrowed as she wondered where she might find some action at nine o'clock at night. Oh, yes, no doubt about it. She wanted action. Her wide nose flared at the thought of being involved with a big, juicy cock, but the idea seemed hopeless. She would have settled for another woman at this point. Hell! Studies were over, she had time to kill, and it had been more than a week since her last bit of action.
She was still fully dressed, wearing a tight-fitting pink bouse with a matching skirt, and when Amanda walked into the room, a smile played across Ruth's full lips. If Amanda was all that was available, then the lovely red-haired girl in the green dress would have to do. Besides, Ruth liked the idea of getting her hands on a virgin. It meant Amanda was unused to anything, and she would have no preconceived ideas as to what to feel. Yes, Amanda would do very nicely for tonight.
"What's on the agenda for this evening?" Ruth asked as the two of them stood in the middle of the tiny room.
There was one window against the far wall, and one bed against the right wall, and another against the left wall. There was a desk under the window shared by the two females, and there was a separate chest of drawers at the foot of each bed. The room also had two small closets. All in all, there was very little room for maneuvering, and this suited Ruth perfectly.
"I'm going to wash my hair and then call it a night," Amanda replied, pointing to the tiny cubicle with a toilet and a sink in it. The shower rooms, separate ones for men and women, were at opposite ends of the hall.
"Hey, come on," Ruth muttered. "I think it's time you had a little fun. Here it is, our last night. After tomorrow, we'll probably never see each other again. I think we should celebrate and have something to remember, don't you?"
Amanda sighed, turning her head to stare out the window into the darkened night. Not that she would have been able to see much during the day. The window was in the rear of the building, and as s result overlooked a forest preserve. Still, she preferred that to the scrutiny of the zaftic blonde woman.
"I'd just as soon get to get," she insisted. "Ceremonies start at ten tomorrow, and I want to be fresh and ready."
"Ten in the morning is thirteen hours away," Ruth insisted. "How much sleep do you think you're capable of getting between now and the time you have to leave for the exercises. I mean, you can sleep just so much, Amanda, and then you'll just lie around, awake. What you really need is something to take the edge off your nervousness. Then you'll really be able to sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll really feel refreshed."
"Ruth, I don't like going out...."
"Who said anything about going out?" Ruth asked. "Honey, I'm going to let you in on something. You're probably the mose desirable woman at the university, if only because no one's ever been able to put hands on you.'"
"You're talking about sex without love," Amanda insisted. "That's something that doesn't interest me."
"Come off it," Ruth insisted. "You're scared of it, but don't say you aren't interested. You're interested, all right. Sex is a way of releasing one's tensions. And don't hand me that crap about not wanting to get pregnant, 'cause I've seen those pills you take."
"I'd really rather not discuss it," Amanda insisted, her heartbeat starting to pick up.
She had the feeling she might be better off getting out of the room for a while, at least until Ruth had cooled off. The only trouble was, Ruth had moved between her and the door.
"I don't want to discuss it either," Ruth told her, draping an arm over her shoulder. "I want to do something about it. I want to do something really good about it. Hon, I'm going to teach you just how relaxing things can be after you've had a good orgasm."
"Ruth I...." and then Amanda gasped as the blonde woman reached up and began massaging her firm breasts. No one, but no one had ever touched Amanda there before.
"Look at the way your nipple popped out when I touched it," Ruth insisted. "Hell! You've been taking those pills as a precaution, just in case something happened. That translates into your wanting something to happen, subconsciously at the very least."
"That's not true...." Amanda gasped.
She was silenced as Ruth turned her toward her and kissed her solidly on the lips. She was so surprised, she didn't resist the tongue that probed between her teeth. Realizing what was happening, Amanda gripped Ruth's shoulders and pulled away from her.
"Don't do that!" Amanda gasped. "That's awful! Sexual contact with another woman is something I want even less than I want something with a man. I told you, I'd like to love a man before I go to bed with him. I'm not pretending to be frigid. Sure I feel things, sure I have wants and needs, but I've never found anyone with whom I'd like...."
"That's impossible to believe," Ruth insisted. "Every man on this campus is hot for your body. Are you telling me you don't care for any of them?"
"A lot of men want anything with a hole in it," Amanda shrugged, her voice revealing the fact that though she was aware of the sexual desire in men, she was also afraid of it.
"Women are also hot for your body, Amanda," Ruth insisted.
Amanda shrugged, pretending indifference, in spite of the fact that her heartbeat had speeded up incredibly, and she was panting. She kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, letting the air escape through her nostrils.
"Don't you understand?" Ruth insistently continued. "After the ceremonies tomorrow, we'll never see one another again. Damn it all, I've had the hots for you evere since I moved in here with you. I can't just leave, knowing you were so close and I did nothing."
"Ruth, please try to understand," Amanda insisted. "I'm just not that kind of girl. I don't want to make it with another woman. To me there's no pleasure in touching and being touched by another woman. All I want is that we remain friends."
"God!" Ruth snorted. "Don't you understand? Every woman is bi-sexual. It's only a matter of degree. But the fact is, every woman can enjoy contact with a woman as well as with a man. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you a woman's more fun than a man. But when there's no man handy, a woman can be lots of fun," she insisted, and moving closer to Amanda, she forced a thigh between those of the lovely redheaded girl, trying to keep her legs apart.
"No, Ruth, no!" Amanda protested in a loud voice. Not that it would do much good since this was an old dorm, built solidly, with plaster walls, and sound barely penetrated.
Ruth's hands were suddenly working on the buttons of Amanda's green dress, and Amanda started pushing the hands away. But the nimble fingers eluded Amanda's, and in less than three seconds the dress was open to the waist.
With the speed of a greased pig Ruth slipped her hands inside the opening, moving them behind the slender red-haired girl's back. Sure fingers unsnapped her brassiere, hoisting the garment up, revealing the firm, cone-shaped pink-tipped white breasts, mounds of delightful alabaster. Amanda realized Ruth was much stronger than she, and any struggling on her part would be futile. At best she would hope for a torn dress. So she stood there, unmoving, until Ruth tugged her over to the left bed, Ruth's bed, and forced her to sit. Amanda sat there rigidly, staring down at her pink, exposed flesh, looking at the somewhat heavy hands of the blonde woman as the latter fondled her pink-pointed spheres.
"Now stop this nonsense and relax." Ruth snapped at Amanda. "The trouble with you, you've been brought up too conventionally. You think sex is good with a man you love, but not good with a man you don't love. Even so, you'd prefer a man you don't love to a woman who does love you. Hell! You know by now that I do love you, Amanda. If it feels good, it is good. That's always been my motto, and you know damn well what I'm doing to you feels good."
Amanda simply sat there, feeling like a wooden mannequin, watching but not feeling, thinking it might as well be happening to someone other than herself for all the sensation she was feeling beyond the initial thrilling shock.
Irritated by the lovely redhead's lack of response, Ruth intensified her caressing. This made Amanda's nipples swell a bit more. Ruth smiled and slid her hands up to grip Amanda's shoulders. She turned the slighter female toward her, then pulled her against her own body, rubbing her own breasts, still covered by her blouse, against the hot-pointed pink tips that were Amanda's throbbing nipples. Looking down, Ruth saw Amanda's nipples thicken and swell even more, turning almost blood-red. Seeing this reaction made Ruth laugh out loud, and she triumphantly peeled off her own blouse and brassiere, tossing everything on the floor near the door.
Amanda stared at the bared breasts of the other woman. She saw the huge light-pink, almost nonexistent areolae and bullseye nipples pop into view. In another moment, the two nipples belonging to Ruth were being held up by Ruth's hands, and they were being pressed and rubbed against her own, and then she saw nothing more as Ruth tilted her head up and their mouths were once more sutured together. At almost the same instant she felt a hand slide under her skirt. It slid up along the delicate inner flesh of her bare thigh.
"Uuuuummmmphhhhh! No! You mustn't ... you mustn't...." the lovely redhead insisted, pulling her face back enough so that the words coming out of her mouth were understandable. But a moment later her voice was once again muffled by Ruth's lips and tongue, invading her own mouth like an overpowering, military force. "Ru' ... s'op ... don' ... wanna...."
"Who the hell do you think you're kidding?" Ruth taunted, her breath having been sweetnened by Clorets just before Amanda had walked in. "You damn well know you want to. You're just too scared to let go!"
The heavier woman's breasts were moving vibrantly and sensuously over the smaller, firmer upthrust mammaries belonging to Amanda, and for the first time in her life, the lovely redhead became aware of a strange, different kind of tingle permeating her body. It was definitely the result of this contact. Combined with the passionate assault on her mouth, Amanda realized the mamarial attack was leaving her breathless.
Then the hand on her thigh suddenly slid under the elastic legband on her panties, snapping her back to reality.
"Ruth!" she all but shrieked, pulling her face away. "What are you trying to do?"
"Honey, all I'm doing is showing you what you've been missing for the last five years. I'm going to teach you how it feels to enjoy."
"Uuuuummmmphhhh ... no ... don't ... hhhmm-mmm phh hhhh!" Amanda gasped as Ruth fervently kissed her mouth. I'm not a lesbian! Oh, God! I've never been one. I know I'm not. I've never had anything to do with men, but that doesn't mean I want something to do with women. I don't want this!
The sexy buxom blonde's exploring fingers had snaked into the soft, warm pelt that sparsely covered Amanda's pubic mound. Amanda felt the fingers seemingly glide across her pubis as if counting the hairs one by one. The fingers dipped into the crevice, touching the pouting outer labia at the same time, and then slid tantalizingly between her inner lips before probing at the secret chasm they covered.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss...." the lovely blonde hissed. "The cunt! The hot, tight, wet cunt, so sweet and tasty!" Her finger slipped in and out of the oily recess.
The knowing stroking continued, the finger rubbing back and forth, and Amanda felt a mounting wetness as her vaginal glands began to automatically respond with a flow of lubrication. Amanda had never felt this slippery kind of ooze coming from within her, before. Her sense of reality was starting to fade and she was almost beyond the point of objecting. Something at the back of her mind insisted she try at least one more time to escape from this perversion.
She made a final effort. Tugging her lips free from the voraciously sucking mouth of the other woman, she gasped out, "Ruth, for the love of heaven, don't do this!"
"Why not?" Ruth insisted. "Stop acting so prissily. You know damn well you like what you're feeling. You want more of it. I can feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter, begging for more of my fingers. Hell! I'll bet your pussy would love to feel my mouth glued to it, or even asking for my own pussylips to kiss it. I'll bet you'd love feeling my hairy lower lips massaging yours. You'll go ape when we rub clitorises against each other."
"You're mad!" Amanda gasped.
"Mad enough to fuck the both of us into oblivion until tomorrow," Ruth insisted.
Amanda shivered, wincing at each word. It wasn't that she was one of those prim, prudish girls who had never heard such words. Like any modern college girl she heard them daily. But to have them used this way; to hear them uttered by another woman whose mouth was pressed heatedly against hers, and to understand they applied to something about to happen to her was terribly disturbing.
"No-no-no-no-no...." was all she was able to manage before Ruth kissed her again. When Ruth's mouth lifted from hers, she said, "This is wrong, Ruth, we souldn't be doing this."
"You sound like someone from the Victorian Age when women wore dresses down to the ground and a glimpse of ankle was shocking," Ruth taunted. "Making love and having sex isn't wrong. Smoking is wrong. Drinking is wrong. Taking drugs, killing, stealing ... all these things are wrong. But fucking? Fucking is right. Fucking is good. Didn't we just agree that if something feels good it is good?"
Amanda didn't recall making any such agreement. But at the moment her head felt as if it were filled with feathers. Any protest she might voice would be overridden by the stronger woman.
The finger inside her virginal tunnel was trying to shove its way a bit deeper now. She felt it pushing between sensitive inner walls in a channel that had heretofore been unentered.
"You have no cherry," Ruth snorted. "If you're as pristine as you've been leading us to believe, how come there's no cherry?"
"I use tampons," Amanda gasped. "The first one broke my hymen."
"Yeah, that figures," Ruth nodded, accepting the explanation.
She pushed her fingers even more deeply into Amanda's vagina, and the palm of the blonde woman was pressing against the sparsely furred outer lips of Amanda's cunt, the heel rubbing up and down against a clitoris that had never before been titillated.
"You have a divine pussy," Ruth insisted, her breath washing hotly against the lovely redhead's neck. "So tight, so hot, so filled with the sticky juices of love."
There was pleasure now, much as Amanda resented what was being done to her, she was unable to deny the responses of her body to the expert caressing that was taking place. Her thighs were spread as far apart as possible, and she was aware she was pushing upward against invading fingers. Without wanting to, she found herself churning her buttocks, and a moan escaped from between her lips, making her aware of the need inside her.
"Admit it," Ruth insisted, demanded in fact, a sly smile crossing her lips. "It feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes, but...."
"Anh, anh, anh, no buts," Ruth insisted, making Amanda lie back on the bed, skillfully pulling off her dress and brassiere as she did so. "God! You have such nice tits!"
"Please!" Amanda gasped.
"Honey, relax, take it easy. Don't blush when you hear someone compliment you, especially if it's the truth. These jugs of yours are a prime asset. Instead of being ashamed of them, capitalize on them, make use of them. Men and women both love white tits with pink areolae like yours. They like to feel the white mounds of flesh and the love sucking the pink nipples. You're lucky you have me for a friend, Amanda. I'm going to teach you how to make other people pay for the privilege of enjoying you. Not with cash. Hell! You're no whore! Besides, money can be spent, and then it's gone. No, I'll teach you to make men pay with favors and influence. But the time has come for me to get in on the action a little."
The thick, mouthy oral lips pressed themselves against the coolness of Amanda's breasts, feeling burning hot. The lips were like hungry little animals suddenly discovering the most delectable fruit they had ever come across. The were moist, hot, knowing, and the tantalizing tongue behind them added to the fantasic sensation.
Amanda moaned, her eyes following the gray-eyed gaze of the other woman to her breasts.
"You like that, don't you, Amanda," Ruth said.
"Y-yes," Amanda admitted, ashamed to do so. "I've never let anyone do it before, not any of the men or boys who wanted to."
The blonde woman almost laughed out loud. "Men or boys! Honey, what the hell do they know about sucking tit? Do they have tits? Believe me, it takes a woman to understand precisely what it is another woman is feeling."
Amanda thought about that without knowing why, and all the while the blonde woman's heavy fingers continued teasing her breasts, pushing them together, rubbing them arousingly against one another while the lips and tongue sucked and licked the nipples in turn, making them swell into rosy, throbbing points. What bothered Amanda was that Ruth seemed to be making sense, because her body was throbbing with stimulation, stimulation she had never felt before.
Was there even the barest possibility that she was a lesbian? It was patently obvious, at least to Amanda, that Ruth was definitely what the men termed a dyke. But Amanda had always taken it for granted that she never wanted anything to do with a woman in this respect. Now Amanda began to wonder if it was possible that deep down she was a lesbian, and this was the reason why she had never wanted to have sex with men. Suddenly it became vitally important for her to find out. She had to know for sure.
Shutting her mind firmly against the voice at the back of her brain that was continually warning her against something like this, she allowed her own hands to slide in front of her and fill themselves with the weight of Ruth's breasts.
"How firm they are," Amanda said out loud. "Odd!"
Ruth, who had been lightly kissing Amanda's shoulders, lifted her head and looked Amanda in the eye, asking, "Why is it odd that my breasts are firm?"
"Well, they're so large, so full," Amanda replied. "I would think that breasts this large would hang."
Ruth winked at her, then leaned down and filled her mouth with Amanda's breast. She sucked for a moment, then pulled her lips back, nibbling on the nipples before she said, "I've been into all kinds of exercise all my life. Hate it like hell, but I know if I ever stop doing it, I'll get fat. As long as I want the ladies and the gentlemen to enjoy this body of mine, I have to make the sacrifice and exercise. Sometimes what we want to do has to take a back seat to what we have to do."
Amanda simply nodded, aware of the firmness, yet of the softness of the two gigantic mammaries attached to Ruth's shapely body. She stared at the firm mountains of flesh and wondered what it would be like to suck on them, curious how it would feel to have a nipple in her mouth. She felt herself caught up as if in a dream, reaching out, rubbing a palm against the nearest flat, quarter-sized nipple. Her fingers curled around the thrust of the massive globe, her palm massaging, making the other woman grunt with pleasure.
This was all so strange and different to her. It never once occurred to her that she would be having her initial sexual encourter with a woman. Certainly when Ruth had first joined her in the semi-private room in the dorm, she would never have believed anything like this was possible. Had there been the least little inkling of something like this happening, Amanda probably would have run screaming into the night. Yet here she was, half-naked, the other woman half-naked as well, her mouth slowly but surely moving toward the breasts that looked to be as large as the Grand Tetons.
Then her lips were pressing softly against one of the spongy spheres and tasting the female flesh as her nostrils inhaled the dab of perfume Ruth always placed between her mammaries. There was a saltiness to it, revealing Ruth had been perspiring a little, anxious in order to make Amanda respond. Amanda's tongue licked dreamily down one creamy slope, washing over the circle of almost colorless areola, finally coming to the nipple, itself. She tongued it to life. She was surprised at how rapidly it swelled beneath the pressure of her lips, and she pulled the nubbin into her mouth, sucking on it instinctively, as she must have done at her mother's breast when she had been a baby. The blonde woman moaned and groaned, drawing her breath in sharply as the redhead's mouth tightened on the tender flesh and sucked firmly.
Stroking her free hand down Amanda's slender back, the blonde allowed her fingers to ease under the elastic waistband of the lovely red-haired woman's panties in order to stroke the firmness of her rounded young asscheeks. Fingers kneaded and explored, touching the crevices and joints where Amanda's thighs were joined to her body, moving around to the front in order to assist her other hand as it continued its consistent attack on the sparsely furred mound of love. Ruth's palm pushed against the thickness of Amanda's pouting labia while fingers sank tantalizingly deep into the lubricious tunnel beyond.
"You have such a nice, tight, pretty pussy," Ruth remarked. "Even the hair around it is so soft, so silky, so delicate. I've noticed it in the shower room. Haven't you ever noticed how often I go to the showers when you're there? Just the sight of that fuzz-covered cunt of yours always got me hot and bothered. The idea that you might be secretly allowing some man to plunder it without giving any of it to me used to make me seethe."
"You didn't have a thing to worry about," Amanda sighed, suddenly surprised at how lust-filled her own voice had become, a huskiness in it she had never heard before. "I didn't let anyone touch me ... until now!"
"Yes, until now!" Ruth reaffirmed. "I'm the first, I'm the one who has you."
The blonde woman's laugh was lascivious as two fingers were now plunging deeper and deeper into Amanda's never-before-probed vagina. The thrusting fingers pushed in a little harder, and little deeper, starting new kinds of fires in Amanda, fires the would consume her if they weren't quickly quenched.
Without realizing precisely how she had suddenly moved, Amanda found herself lying flat on her back with Ruth spread out on top of her. The contact of belly and thighs was maddening. Without wanting to, she put her arms around the blonde woman, slipping her hands under the skirt waistband, and the panties beneath. She pushed them down over the widely flaring hips of the lovely blonde, shoving them just below Ruth's knees. Somehow Ruth managed to kick free of the entire tangle and press herself even closer, molding her firm but rounded belly against the completely flat stomach of the tiny redhead. The blonde forest between Ruth's solidly tubular thighs rubbed against the soft red fuzz between Amanda's loins, all but shocking the lovely girl, fascinating her. She shut her eyes as the blonde woman's mouth locked firmly on hers and a hot tongue once again invaded her mouth, this time conquering it in a sizzling, soul-stirring kiss.
Still holding the lovely girl's lips captive, Ruth reached down with her hands, wildly tearing at her panties, dragging the wispy nylon down the smooth-flanked legs, baring the meager hairs of auburn and the long-glistening pink slit they topped. Breaking the kiss rather suddenly, she sat back to examine her prize. Parting the plump labia with her thumbs, she licked her lips licentiously, staring at the pink-petaled glory that was Amanda's vagina.
Doubts began pouring through Amanda's mind as she realized at this moment how totally naked and vulnerable she had become before the wildly continuing onslaught of Ruth's practiced and determined hands. She was helpless against the woman's lips, powerless against the rampaging split between Ruth's thighs. This was wrong ... wasn't it? Masking love to another woman seemed so unnatural, so totally evil. How was it possible for her to be sprawled here on the floor, naked and shameless while another woman's hungry mouth and expert fingers did dissolute and degrading things to her?
Amanda would have been shocked had not a thought suddenly crossed her mind at that moment. It dispelled her fears because the idea seemed so amusing. Her parents were now divorced, but her father had always thought of her as his special little baby whom no man would touch before the right time. Well, no man was touching her, but her father would be shocked out of his senses were he to see his shy, helpless young daughter suddenly involved in a sordid relationship with another woman. The mere idea turned her totally wanton for the moment, causing her to arch upward and surge against the more voluptuous body moving to take total control of her.
The feel of the blonde's thick-thatched pussy pressing against the sparseness between her own slender thighs caused Aanda to gasp out loud, "My God! You're so wet down there!"
"So are you," Ruth replied. "But my wetness is all for you, honey, just as your wetness is for me," and lowering her head, Ruth began tonguing the pink tips of Amanda's firm breasts, while at the same time she continued rubbing her steaming crevice against the lovely girl's tight young pussy.
Amanda moaned and stroked her hands down the soft, supple white back of the blonde, asking, "Have you done this with many girls?"
"Lots and lots of girls," Ruth admitted unashamedly. "Sometimes I've done it with two other girls at the same time. Once it was even with more than two." , Amanda's staring eyes opened wide, making her look that much more innocent. "Two girls at once? More than two? Is it possible?"
Possible and factual," Ruth replied. "I can't even remember how many women we had that one night. But I can tell you right now, it was an orgy with only females present." She undulated her vaginal labia so that they split wide open and proceeded to engulf and totally encompass the pouting vaginal lips of her roommate. "We were like animals, grinding our cunts against each others' pussies, faces and breasts. I handled four women at once, one rubbing her cunt against mine while she was sitting on top of me, two others sitting on me, one on each tit, forcing my nipples into their cunts, and a fourth sitting on my face, letting me suck her."
"I can't believe it!" Amanda gasped.
"You'll believe it when something like that happens to you." Ruth assured her. "Hell! The only thing more pleasurable than making love to a lot of women is making love with a lot of men. Once you begin becoming accustomed to cock, you fall in love with it, and you take it into every orifice in your body. Hell! I've even had men fucking me in both my ears while I sucked on a third cock.
"Please!" Amanda gasped. "Don't talk to me about things like that. I don't want to hear about it! You have me on fire, burning up, in need of love. Now either make love to me, or let's forget this whole sordid business."
There was a film of perspiration on Amanda's lovely brow, and it extended to cover her full breasts and slender thighs though she was barely aware of it. Her body began wriggling and turning, twisting and churning as Ruth's thick-lipped vagina rotated noisily, suckingly against her own, smearing its hot stickness all over her pubic flesh. Amanda smelled the arousing scent of oils oozing from the cunt of the other woman, mingling with her own. Her keen nostrils were even able to detect the subtle differences in their aromas. The oils mingling on their vaginas was soaking right through her pubic curls, making them form clusters of damp ringlets all over her pelvis.
Ruth's entire body, from her oversized mammaries to the sleekness of her powerful white thighs, weighed heavily on Amanda, but Amanda found herself endowed with a strength she had never previously known herself to possess, and the pressure was unnoticeable, lost when compared to the weight of feeling in the burning, lusting glade that was striving to hungrily devour her swollen vagina.
She gasped, suddenly aware of a strange pressure, and it occurred to her she was feeling Ruth's clitoris-much larger and thicker than her own-touching hers, teasing and jolting it into response. The tension in her groin was tightening like a winding watch coil ... a coil that was tautly stretched.
"Hunnnnhhhh! Hunnnnnnnnh! Huuuunnnhhh!" Amanda gasped.
Ruth's tongue suddenly seemed to slice right into her mouth, silencing her. Ruth's hands firmly gripped the fullness of her breasts, having moved up from her cunt. They squeezed and fondled until the two hills of flesh felt as if fires had been lit within, the heat radiating to every other part of her body.
Another fire was raging inside her. This one was in the wet depths of her dripping vagina, and a flooding quantity of sexual juices were pouring out of her. The scent of the strongly pungent secretions aroused Amanda all the more. The redheaded girl arched her slender back to increase the contact of the delightful vaginal caress, feeling her secretions continuing to blend with those of the blonde woman as their cuntlips seemed to become glued together in scortching mindless passion. She was aflame with wanton desire.
Her hands ran down Ruth's back, fingers lingering on the sturdy white flesh and gripping the swollen, meaty buttocks to urge the woman into more and more vigorous efforts. Amanda didn't know why she was responding this way. She did know she was unable to help herself, and that she seemingly had no choice.
The tingling taking place inside her body let her know she was starting to build to new heights. All this frenetic churning was creating some definite positive results within her, and she wondered if she would achieve an initial orgasm this way. But things didn't quite happen that way. It was Ruth who stiffened and shuddered, her body jerking up and down, shuddering, clutching the beautful redhead in a vice-like grip as she spasmed, reaching a roaring climax.
"AAAAAAY YYYYYA AANNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AARRRR GGGHHH HHUUUU NNN-GGH HHHHHA AAAAWW WWNNNN NNNNNG GGGGHH HHHYYY YYAAAA NNNGGG GGH-HH!" Ruth bellowed.
Limp, exhaused, out of breath, the heavier woman rolled off Amanda. The redhead lay there, also out of breath for the moment, but more because of Ruth's weight on top of her than anything else. She lay on her back with a knot of unfulfilled passion lying like a lump of lead in her belly, dully staring at the ceiling. As far as she was concerned, lesbian love left quite a bit to be desired. Though Ruth had managed to fulfill herself, she, Amanda, remained tense and nervous.
"Hey, you didn't come, did you!" Ruth said.
It was a statement, not a question. Even so, it required an answer.
"No," Amanda replied somewhat listlessly. "I guess it proves that lesbian love is not something meant for me."
Ruth smiled at her, then lifted herself up on one elbow and stared at the redheaded girl lying beside her. After a while, she began softy laughing and shaking her head as she said, "All it proves is that it takes a little longer for you to come than for me. Hell! The reasons for that are manifold. To begin with, orgasm is something a woman has to learn. It doesn't come as naturally to her as it does to a man. But once she does learn, it's something she'll enjoy for the rest of her life. You simply haven't learned how to climax yet. Very probably you have a little genie hiding in the back of your mind telling you how wrong all this is, and this, more than anything else is the cause for your not learning to come. Once you stop feeling pangs of conscience and commit yourself to really enjoying sex, you won't have any trouble."
"How much more can I commit myself to sex?" Amanda asked. "I mean, you said something about there being nothing better than a penis. Should I go out and find one and experiment?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Ruth replied. "Though you will probably find climaxing easier with a penis inside you, the important thing is to learn to climax without a good cock. If you can do that, then you'll come like a shot any time a man's prick invades your cunt. What you have to do is open your mind to sex completely. You have to commit yourself to performing sexual deeds. You'll find that climaxing often results in the doing as well as being done to."
"Just what are you suggesting now?" Amanda asked, inwardly almost desperate to come, wanting to discover the glories of orgasm.
She watched as the blonde lay back down, spreading her tantalizingly white thighs, displaying her blonde-bearded mound.
"Sex is more than fucking and being fucked." Ruth explained. "It requires the use of the five senses. You have to do more than merely look and sniff. You have to feel, you have to hear, and most important of all, you have to taste."
"You want me to taste you?" Amanda asked.
"What I want at this juncture is unimportant," Ruth insisted. "It's what you want that counts."
"I want to come," Amanda insisted, surprised at her own frankness. But then, she had always been honest with herself. There was nothing wrong with her being honest with someone else. She did want to come.
"Well then, the important thing for you is to get yourself heated to the point where, when you have your cunt touched, kissed, or even fucked, you come like a shot. To do that, you have to give of yourself. Since I'm the only other person here, all I'm suggesting is that you go down on me."
"Go down?"
"Rub my cunt with your mouth. Use your tongue to slick my split. Make the clitoris rigid, then suck it between your lips. Keep doing it until you feel my juices splash into your own mouth. By the time you're swallowing pussy oil, you'll know if your body is ready for action, and if it is, then I'll do the same thing for you, and I guarantee, you'll come, honey, you'll come."
With her legs still spread, the blonde woman undulated her belly and the gleaming tea-rose gash at its base seemed to dilate and contract, pulsing obscenely. Amanda stared at it as if hypnotized, looking at a drop of transparent fluid rolling slowly down the length of one plump, blood-bloated labius.