Chapter 8

Delia trembled. Her mind screamed no while her body screamed yes. The shower water, hot and steamy, pelted their naked bodies with stimulating force. Vivian gave her no respite from the fires of jaded sensuality which had taken hold deep inside her. Vivian had soaped Delia's tingly form with studied eagerness, her hands touching her everywhere, and Delia's breathing became gaspy with a growing excitement she had never dreamed possible.

The water splashed the perfumy soap away as fast as the excited redhead could apply it, but this didn't seem to deter her. She did it obviously to arouse Delia's flesh to fever pitch, and she was succeeding. Delia felt weak in the knees and couldn't quite gather her thoughts because everything was happening so fast. It was as though Vivian didn't mean to give her an opportunity to slow her runaway passions, find a moment to catch her wits and resist.

"You're a pearl, darling!" The redhead giggled and passed her hand over Delia's shining belly. "Stunning, luscious figure . . . firm, tilted boobs. A prize, that's what you are! A glorious, beautiful goddess of love."

"I-I don't know what to say," Delia stammered. "This is so new to me . . . so strange. I don't know how to act. . . "

Vivian snickered. She encircled Delia's waist with her arms and pulled Delia to her. Their bodies squirmed slickly together and Delia felt her eyes rolling back in her head. Then Vivian pushed back, bent and grasped Delia's tits in her hands, squeezed them and kissed them. Delia moaned, the weakness in her knees feeling more pronounced.

Vivian bit her hardened nipples, nipped at them and sucked them hungrily. Delia knew she was going to swoon. Her heart pounded furiously and she felt electrified in every inch of her body. What's come over me? something inside her cried. How can this be happening! This isn't me! It isn't, it isn't! It can't be!

But it was happening to her and she felt powerless to even think about slowing down. The sensual overtones, the exquisite excitement, the breathless joy of divine forbidden pleasures drove her mad.

"Oh God, Viv-if you don't stop you're going to make me cum!"

"Let's dry each other and get in bed."

They had to hold onto one another to keep from falling as they stepped from the shower, their passions were at such high pitch. Then they snatched bath towels from the rack, rubbed each other's body until their skin glowed. Laughing, Vivian dropped her towel on the floor of the steamy room, reached for a bottle of spray perfume and misted the air heavily with its exotic smell. She whirled about in the mist, flipped her red hair saucily, then turned the spray directly on Delia.

"Turn slowly while I mist you, precious. I'm going to make you into a flower-garden goddess of heady delights. Isn't this aroma fantastic!"

Moments later Delia was led by the hand to Vivian's bedroom. Delia had the vague impression that the redhead's fingers gripped her hand a bit too tightly, and that she was being tugged along behind the eager girl rather than being led. It was a fleeting idea, though, and Delia quickly dismissed it. She was too enthralled in new sensations to be bothered by the girl's commanding grip on her hand. All she was interested in at this moment was the vision of Vivian's glimmering white nakedness pulling her along, tempting her, rushing her toward strange adventures of perverted love. In spite of her small and nagging inhibitions, Delia knew she wanted to surrender, wanted the jaded ecstasies, anticipated the delirious promises of depraved thrills. The desire ran like wine in her veins.

At the side of the bed Vivian wrapped her arms around Delia's waist, held her close, their tits pressing. She wriggled in such a way that their nipples rubbed together and their bellies also. Delia loved it. She panted in excited response. "Ohhh," she sighed repeatedly. "Ohhh

Vivian covered Delia's gasping mouth with her own, blending their lips in a warm sugary kiss that sent Delia's eyes rolling back in her head. Delia's arms went around Vivian to hold her tightly also.

Vivian's mouth forced Delia's farther open. Delia nearly fainted when Vivian's tongue slid between her teeth and swirled lavishly about her own tongue.

Delia felt the urge to swallow the sweet, seducing tongue, the effect was so heavenly. Vivian broke the delirious kiss and Delia felt she'd die she had loved it so terribly. But then Vivian began kissing her throat and shoulders, her face and behind her ears and along her neck and hairline. The feel of soft, velvety lips on her perfumed skin tantalized her as much as had the sugary tongue in her mouth.

Delia's head fell back. "I never dreamed it would be like this . . She gasped in deep sensuality.

She thought she heard a mischievous chuckle escape Vivian, and for an instant she wondered. But then it was forgotten as Vivian's hands cupped her asscheeks, drew their groins together and began grinding. The thrill of it ripped through Delia. She felt herself turning to putty in Vivian's hands.

Now Vivian bucked and ground against her as though she were actually fucking her. The clutching fingers dug in the firm flesh of Delia's ass, adding more thrills. Delia thought the top of her head would fly off.

"Oh God!" she hissed passionately. She suddenly began hunching and grinding in return. She felt an overpowering urge for their cunts to touch and melt together, become a whirlpool of sensation. The desire intoxicated her brain. She issued a sob of hysterical eagerness, began kissing Vivian's throat and shoulders. The exotic perfume of the red-haired girl's flesh brought moans of ecstasy to Delia's kissing lips.

"Let's get on the bed before we both go crazy," Vivian said. "I'm on fire!"

"Yes-yes!" Delia exclaimed.

Eagerly they climbed on the bed, lay facing one another. Their hands roamed the curves and contours of their excited bodies and their lips blended into deep, soul-stirring kisses.

Delia felt incredible bliss. She seemed to be soaring on a strange new plane of blinding sensuality, floating in misty clouds of electric excitement, every nerve singing a song of pleasure.

Vivian broke the kiss. She twisted about, rising on her knees, urging Delia onto her back. She kissed Delia's white, smooth arms clear to the palms of her delicate hands. She kissed Delia's uptilted tits, sucked lightly at the sensitive nipples. Delia babbled hysterical pleasure, low, unintelligible sounds which came with each throb of her heart. Her nipples felt bursting and she could feel them quivering between the soft, sucking lips that were drawing them to pink, pointed buds of firm response.

Vivian kissed all around the classic-shaped globes, then made a damp path down to her pulsating belly. The tongue-tip stabbed light circles around and around her navel, circling closer and closer, and finally it dipped and stabbed at the sensitive spot. Delia had to clench her fingers into fists to endure the crackling thrill.

"You're driving me insane!" she screeched. "Oh! Oh please . . . " She was begging without realizing exactly what she begged for. She wished none of this heavenly experience to cease. God no! She wanted it to go on and on forever!

Vivian's lips ran up and down her thighs. She brushed Delia's perfumed pussy, breathed into her garden of golden hair. Delia arched, silently beseeching ecstasy for her swollen, pearl-hard clit. She ached for it to be licked, kissed, sucked. She writhed in her agony of want. Her breathing became jagged, gaspy, tormented. "I can't stand it! I'm going out of my mind!"

Vivian moved again. Now she knelt between Delia's legs. She lifted Delia's legs and let them dangle over her shoulders. She pressed forward, kissing the insides of her thighs until she once more brushed Delia's golden-haired cunt. Delia felt screams of urgency building inside her. Her clit quivered in anticipation of rapturous kisses and brain-reeling tonguing. Delia's hips bucked mindlessly. "Don't tease me!" she cried out "Don't torture me!"

Vivian refused to be rushed. She kissed all around and over the mound of Delia's pussy. Her lips played with the wet lips of Delia's vulva, obviously ignoring the agonized clit which begged attention. Delia shook passionately from head to foot. Her soft heels began skidding up and down Vivian's back in sensual frustration. Vivian was purposely skirting Delia's clit. Apparently she meant to drive her up the wall with craving.

"Eat me-please! I can't take it anymore!" Delia sang out hysterically. "I can't bear it!"

"If I do you, are you going to do me?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Delia sobbed. "I'll do anything you ask!"

Vivian's tongue touched the quivering clit ever so lightly, like a feather, just the tip barely touching. It sent butterflies of ecstasy rippling through Delia's flesh.

"Oooohhh . . . it's heavenly, Viv! It's divine!" She whipped her head from side to side in a fit of exquisite sensations. "Don't stop-please, don't stop! Ohhhh God!"

Vivian's tongue worried the swollen clit with apparent sadistic pleasure. She gave it small pursed-lipped kisses, light clinging kisses, peppered the tip of her tongue at it until she had Delia shrieking, her entire body leaping and quaking.

Delia reached to grab Vivian's hair and pull her face in her cunt before she lost her mind completely. There followed a struggle and the redhead laughed, refused to be forced.

"Why are you doing this to me!" Delia cried. "You're torturing me! I can't endure it! Oh please, darling-for God's sake, please!"

"Don't jerk my hair out, Delia!" the redhead giggled. "Control yourself."

"I can't! I'm so hot I can't even think! Oh God, Viv, don't do this to me! Don't . . . " Her voice was a wail of supplication. "I'm in agony!"

"Turn my hair loose."

Delia untangled her fingers quickly, hoping Vivian would give her surcease from the storm of erotic tensions that tore at her, electrified every cell of her flesh, made her eyes roll back in her head until they actually ached.

Vivian giggled. She ducked once more, swiped her tongue over Delia's clit in a long, attentive lick. Delia sang out breathless pleasure, felt her brain melt to mush in the blissful pleasure. "Oh God-oh God!"

Vivian squashed her tongue against the throbbing clit, ground her marvelous tongue over it, then started sucking it. Delia went insane. Her hips bucked, her legs squeezed about Vivian's head, her knees worked to and fro against each other as she drew them up to her bosom, squashing them against her swollen tits and pointed nipples. Her heart raced, pounded furiously. She turned into a writhing, squirming mass of female flesh lost in ecstasy. Her legs extended in long, reaching stretches, then pounded her heels on the bed cover on either side of the crouching form between them. Her voice moaned constantly, rose and fell with the pulsations storming through her. She was conscious of nothing save brain-reeling ecstasy. Her mouth lay open and her tongue encircled her dry lips wantonly. Her arms flexed and un-flexed and her fingers did the same.

Vivian stroked her flanks while sucking her clit. Then she slid her hands up Delia's shaking belly to her tits and enflamed nipples. She squeezed the resilient flesh and pinched the pink buds while her mouth sucked Delia's clit with growing intensity. Delia's heart tried to pound out of her body in the runaway excitement crashing through her. She began shrieking. She beat her fists and kicked her heels on the bed in her state of helpless lust. And then she orgasmed, her entire body leaping, hunching, bouncing. Whines and catcalls of crazed passion rattled out of her throat. Her juices burst forth and she felt her cum running, soaking the mouth that was sucking her clit.

Gradually she began to settle back to earth, undulating spontaneously only when Vivian's tongue drove deep licks inside her, making her vagina constrict like a sponge being squeezed for the last drop of its vital fluid. Then Vivian ceased.

"Your time," she said. "Now you eat me."