Chapter 9

With a laugh of excitement, Vivian practically sprang on Delia, and in a flurry of movements Delia found herself with a pillow under her head and Vivian straddling her face, quickly nestling her cunt over Delia's surprised mouth. It happened so fast she had no time to resist. Her eyes widened. She looked up the shining body, saw the mischievous look on Vivian's face as she grinned down at her. "I don't need the preliminaries, precious, hot as I feel right now. Just eat me fast and furious. I love being eaten. Nothing turns me on more. God, how I love it!" She bounced her bush softly on Delia's mouth. "Give it to me, precious. Give me all the tongue you've got."

Delia experienced mixed emotions. She had a momentary flash of doubt, a qualm of conscience, but all this was encompassed in an aura of shocking anticipations, new adventures in delicious lust, all too overpowering to deny.

Tentatively, she began licking. She found the taste of Vivian's pussy delicious, the flavor of wild honey. The aroma of the redhead's forest of bushy hair stimulated her sense of excitement even more. She pushed her tongue farther. She felt the need to explore, to experiment, to find more such surprising and thrilling adventures. She shoved her tongue as far as she could inside the eagerly twitching red-haired girl.

"Wheee," Vivian responded. She squirmed around on Delia's face, seeking more of the tongue that wormed its way up her cunt. The lips of her pussy covered Delia's mouth completely, like warm, moist petals of some heavy, exotic flower. Delia's eyes drifted closed in pleasure and she felt herself transcending into another world of exquisite delights.

Vivian squirmed, sighed, giggled. She was like a child who had just been handed a new amusement. Delia opened her eyes. Vivian's arms were crisscrossed on her bosom, each hand cupping a mound of firm tit, squeezing and massaging it. Her expression was impish, eager, with highlights of excitement. She appeared half serious, half playful. Delia briefly wondered about this. The beautiful young redhead was too fantastic to believe. She was complex, mysterious, totally fascinating, Delia thought. She exuded sin and sensuality like sweet poisons you found yourself drinking with relish.

Delia had flashes of doubt, but quickly pushed them from her mind. The pleasure she experienced surpassed all else, and she wanted nothing to spoil it

The pussy lifted lightly and Delia kissed the wet lips hotly, eagerly, as though fearing they might desert her. She heard Vivian's short laugh, felt the pussy hair swirling a teasing, tickly circle round and round her searching mouth.

Delia's hands ran up and down the smooth back and sides of the girl enthroned on her face, caressed the curve of her hips and out along the thighs scissoring her cheeks. She did it as though imploring Vivian to settle down again and accept the tongue which hungered to plunge far inside her cunt.

"I believe you like this as much as I do." Vivian chuckled down at her.

"Yes! You're heavenly!" Delia spoke through the slow swirl of hair. "You're an angel!"

Vivian laughed again. "I agree completely! Everybody tells me the same thing so it must be true!" Then she nestled her pussy once more over Delia's gaped mouth. "Suck me, precious.

Suck me and lick me and eat me. Oh, how I love it!"

Delia moaned and closed her eyes, let herself become lost in the hypnotic pleasures of obeying the younger girl's gleeful commands. She felt she was surrendering to every element of perverse lust she had ever thought to be wrong, but she no longer cared. It was too exquisite, too overwhelming to resist.

Vivian made small movements constantly, feeding herself to Delia's growing excitement, to Delia's probing tongue and sucking lips. In a faraway corner of her mind Delia could hear her own moans and sighs and small cries of unholy needs. She felt as though she were standing aside and watching herself in this state of wild orgy, and had difficulty believing what she saw.

And yet it was happening, and intermingled in her blurred flashes of thought she saw the happy, evil face of Vivian laughing in triumph, making a game of her newly awakened hungers, leading her farther and farther down jaded paths of no return.

Suddenly Vivian straightened up on her knees, her pussy escaping Delia's wildly lavishing mouth. With a cry of dismay, Delia clutched at the giggling girl who was looking around at her as though to witness the effect on Delia.

"No-no! Come back!" Delia cried.

"Wow!" The redhead laughed. "You are hot for my body, aren't you?"

Delia spun on her stomach. The twin shining globes of Vivian's ass filled her vision. Delia scooted forward. She kissed the firm young buttocks frantically. Vivian kept laughing. She bent forward on her elbows, swirled her ass while Delia plastered hot, wet kisses on both twitching cheeks.

"Wheee! Oh, wow!" Vivian cried delightedly. Then she altered positions. She stretched out on her stomach in the middle of the bed. Delia, without pausing, began kissing the shining young body. On all fours she ran her lips rapidly up and down the entire length of Vivian's sensitive, quivering form. "Yes! I love the way you do it!" the redhead enthused. She kicked her dainty feet. "Do me all over, from head to toe! Oh, Delia, the feel of your lips is divine!"

Delia was too impassioned to speak. She felt a desperate urge to consume the delectable body. The taste of Vivian's perfumed flesh stunned her brain. She kissed the backs of the smooth thighs, the soft sweet undersides of the velvety knees, along the twitching shapely calves. "You're wonderful . . . heavenly!" Delia managed to gasp. "Every inch of your body is delicious!"

"Prove it to me, precious." Vivian giggled. "I adore your kisses. They turn me on, they send me flying to the stars!"

Delia's worshipful mouth traveled back to the tempting buttocks. She kissed them hotly, one resilient cheek after the other. Vivian lifted and swirled them in joyous response. Finally, she turned over on her back, stretching arms and legs in a gesture of pure luxury. Instantly Delia's lips began savoring the smooth flat belly. She moved her mouth sensually upward, finally capturing a thrill-hardened tit and lavishing it as though she were trying to swallow it. She felt the rigid nipple against her tongue. She chewed it lightly and sucked it, then with a gasp transferred her frantic attention to the other tit. Vivian had commenced to squirm and move her arms and legs in reaction to Delia's wild lovemaking. She tangled her fingers in Delia's hair and Delia felt the pressure which meant Vivian wanted the hot kisses farther down her quaking form.

"Eat me, precious! Eat me!"

Delia swung down to the triangle of silken hair, buried her parted mouth in it. She moaned. Vivian lifted a knee so that Delia could kiss her pussy. Delia licked and kissed the damp petals of her cuntlips with gasping eagerness. The redhead bounced her hips in rapid rapture as though unable to wait. She slid both knees over Delia's shoulders, then reached again and caught her by the hair. She arched and dragged Delia's face into the crease of her pussy, sluicing it up and down over

Delia's gasping mouth. "Eat me!" she shrilled. "Eat me! I'm almost ready to cum!"

Vivian's fingers jerked demandingly in Delia's hair and Delia winced at the pain, yet there was something about the pain she found ecstatic. She could do nothing about it, regardless. She was much too overcome by this naked world of luscious flesh she found herself caught up in. Even the pain began to work more wonders on her. Vivian bucked and hunched, jerked and fed pussy to her mouth in hectic eagerness. She giggled, laughed, issued gleeful catcalls of excitement.

Delia felt frozen in lust for the red-haired girl's brain-reeling flesh. She let herself be used uninhibitedly. Vivian's smooth, firm buttocks leaped up and down while her hands held Delia's mouth to her hot, wet, honeyed cunt. Her heels tapped a rapid tattoo on Delia's back, rubbed up and down Delia's flanks. Her slim, shapely legs worked constantly. They folded about Delia's head, moved against her face, twined and untwined around her neck, coiling and uncoiling like sinuous serpents enjoying their prey.

"Wheeee!" Vivian shrilled. "Wheeee! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

She strained in an arch and quivered on a naked plane of white shining beauty on a level with Delia's lust-filled eyes. Delia's tongue licked the stone-hard clit while her eyes drank in the incredible vision of orgasming female flesh.

Vivian's juices broke forth, dampening Delia's face. She closed her eyes and sucked the creamy fluid and licked the pearly clit to keep the juices flowing.

Vivian finally sighed and began to relax. "Marvelous," she cooed, releasing Delia's hair. "Precious, you were divine."

"And you . . . " Delia whispered emotionally. "You are delicious!"

"Yes." The redhead laughed softly. T know."

After they had rested awhile, the doorbell chimed. The two girls looked at one another. "Were you expecting anyone?" Vivian asked.

Delia shook her head. "No."

Then Vivian sat up and exclaimed, "Oh, I know who it is! It's Angela! I forgot. She called me yesterday and begged to see me. I told her she could drop by today."

"Angela?" Delia felt vaguely disappointed.

"My maid, darling! The one I told you about. The girl I taught to worship me." Vivian laughed, swung off the bed. "You'll love her, Delia. She's a prize. Well have a barrel of fun."

T sort of wish you hadn't invited her," Delia pouted. "I'm not in the mood for company just now. I hoped you and I could spend the day together."

Vivian danced childlike toward the door. "But we will, precious! Having Angela is like putting icing on the cake, believe me! You'll see. Just wait!" She walked out naked.

While waiting for the red-haired spitfire of a girl to return, Delia pulled a corner of the sheet across her groin. She wasn't quite as immodest as her flamboyant roommate, and she didn't doubt for a minute Vivian would come marching back with the maid in tow, catching her in the raw.

"Oh, how I've missed you, Angela!" Vivian's voice came from the sitting room as the two were returning. "Did you bring the items I told you to?"

"Yes," came the timid voice of the other girl. "I didn't forget."

"Good. I'd have been angry if you hadn't."

The girl Vivian led into the bedroom was a rather pathetic-looking creature with dark hair and large sad eyes. Vivian had said they were the same age, but you'd never know it from looking at them. The girl looked a bit ragged around the edges in contrast to vivacious Vivian. There was just no comparison. The girl carried a large straw handbag in one hand. She blushed when she saw Delia.

"Delia," Vivian said, "meet Angela. I know you two will simply adore each other."

"Hi," Delia acknowledged.

"Hello," the girl said, her voice barely audible.

T told Angela I was going mad without my maid," Vivian said. "She agreed to come over and give the apartment a thorough cleaning. Wasn't that sweet of her?"

"Yes, it certainly was," Delia said, hardly knowing what else to say. She suspected Vivian had much more than this in mind for the girl though. It didn't make sense. The apartment didn't need cleaning. Delia had taken care of that early this morning. The place was spic and span.

"Put on your uniform, Angela, so it'll remind me how it was at home. You look so cute in it anyway. You can change in the bath."

"All right," the girl said dejectedly. She started to turn away, but Vivian interrupted, an edge to her voice.

"Just all right? Have you forgotten so quickly?"

The dark-haired girl blinked. "Oh-I'm sorry, I meant all right-Ma'am!"

Vivian patted her cheek. "That sounds much better, precious. Let's not make that mistake again, shall we?"

"No, Ma'am. I won't. I just forgot."

After the girl carried the straw bag into the bath and closed the door, Vivian laughed and flung herself on the bed beside Delia. "This is going to be fun! I can feel it in my bones!"

Delia frowned. "What are you doing to that poor girl? The apartment doesn't need cleaning. I can't figure you, Viv. You're up to something. What is it?"

"Wait and find out."

"She looks so downcast and embarrassed," Delia said. "I feel sorry for her. Poor thing, she acts like she's terrified of something."

"She is, precious-of me!"

"But why? I thought you said she worships you."

"She does. And that's what makes all the difference. Oh, Delia! How can you be so naive? Don't you understand anything at all? I'm surprised at you, I really am!"

"No. I don't understand-not in the least."

"Darling, am I going to have to put it in black and white for you? The girl adores me. I taught her to adore me. She can't think of anything or anyone else but me. I trained her well and she can't help herself."

"You mean because you turned her into a lesbian?"

"Oh, I hardly think that. She probably had it in her all the time and didn't realize it. I just awakened her to the fact that she was lesbian pure and simple, and now she believes I'm the only chick she could ever love. She's convinced she can't five without me. Isn't that a laugh? Now, do you see the humor in it?"

"No, but I can easily see the tragedy in it." Delia frowned. "I suppose you enjoy making the poor thing miserable, now that you have her under your thumb."

"How'd you guess!" Vivian stretched her arms and chuckled.

"It's easy when I remember how you are. You're cruel, Viv. You have a cruel nature. You like to make people suffer."

"So? Doesn't everybody? Look, it's just a sense of power, darling!' Everybody has a little streak of cruelty in them-ask any psychiatrist And it's fun to let it all hang out once in awhile. It's good for the soul. When are you going to wake up, precious? Life is a blast when you kick out the inhibitions and let yourself fly."

"Maybe so, but not at the expense of others. You go too far, Viv. You like to enslave the ones who love you, then get your kicks mistreating them. How'd you like it if somebody did the same to you? You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Never happen, though," Vivian said confidently. "In this old world there are the winners and the losers. I happen to be a winner."

"And you like to step on the losers, right?"

"I don't just like it, precious, I love it! And you would too if you'd let your hair down and go strictly for the bang. There's more to sex than mere fucking and sucking, Della, or haven't you heard? There's the fine edge enjoyed only by the sophisticated and super-sophisticated. It's of the spirit and mind as well as the body, all gathered together in one big delicious thrill. Yikes! I get turned on just thinking about it!"

Delia looked at the enthusiastic redhead and shook her head sadly. "I pity anybody you get your hooks in, Viv. Like Angela. She's bound to live a life of total hell."

"Yes, and for your information, Delia, I like it that way." She spoke defiantly. "If you disapprove, I'm sorry. But me? I get my kicks anywhere I find them. I always have and always will. I'm not about to change."

"No," Delia murmured and took a deep breath. "I don't imagine you ever will."

'You say you've never had an honest-to-God lesbian make love to you?"

"No, the idea never crossed my mind. Why?"

"Wait till I sic Angela on you," Vivian said with a bubbling laugh. "You'll change your mind about a lot of things!"

"No, don't you dare, Viv! I want no more of your perverse games! I'm not built that way honestly!"

"Well see," Vivian said smugly. "We'll find out for sure."

At that moment Angela came out of the bathroom wearing her maid's uniform. It was black silk trimmed with white lace frills, giving the girl a cute demure look.

"Well, it's about time!" Vivian said angrily. T thought you were going to take forever!"