Chapter 4
Obediently, Kay gulped the last half of her glass. She was beginning to agree with Miss Purlett that whiskey in small and diluted doses wasn't bad at all. But something was making her warmer and more drowsily relaxed than she could ever remember.
She stood up to accept the drink, swaying slightly. Miss Purlett put her drink down and knelt in front of Kay. She put her hands on Kay's hips and murmured, "We'll get you some nice smooth ones tomorrow. Those things must scratch horribly."
They did. Kay felt them scratch all the way down her legs as Miss Purlett pulled her underwear off. Bemusedly, she lifted first one foot, then the other. Miss Purlett tossed Kay's cut-off thermal underwear into a corner. Somehow in the last few minutes Miss Purlett's black satin panties had disappeared. Kay studied her lush, round belly and saw a navel as deep as her own. Miss Purlett's luxuriant pubic triangle was of the same buttery blondeness as her elegant coiffure.
Miss Purlett put out one enameled fingertip and very gently scratched a tickling line down Kay's flat, firm belly. Kay was overwhelmed with a sensation that she remembered vaguely from certain troublesome dreams she had been having with disturbing regularity for the last couple of years. She felt blood rush to her face, suffuse her shoulders and breasts. The tingle spread, until Kay knew she was blushing clear to her navel.
Miss Purlett laughed and buried her face in Kay's belly. Kay felt a warm wet tongue dart into her navel. Her hands clamped involuntarily over Miss Purlett's elegant hairdo, drawing her in deeper. She felt Miss Purlett's hands slide up the backs of her thighs, felt her soft warm hands cup her firm little buttocks and pull her forward. Suddenly they were both on the white polar-bear rug in a giggling heap.
It was weird.
She felt a hand between her legs and in their laughing, giggling, wrestling match she got her own hand between Miss Purlett's lush thighs. Kay wriggled it upward until she felt sleek soft pubic hair. Suddenly Kay stiffened.
"What's wrong?" Miss Purlett asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this."
"Doing what?"
"What we're doing," Kay insisted. "It's a sinful carnal pleasure."
"Pleasure? I suppose it might be," Miss Purlett agreed. "But if wrestling's sinful then so's tennis or volleyball."
"Wrestling?" Kay was incredulous.
"What do you call it?"
Suddenly Kay was confused. She didn't know if she was in the wrong-or if Miss Purlett was right.
Miss Purlett sensed her confusion. "It's all right, dear. You can't be expected to know everything after the kind of sheltered life you've led."
"But I...."
Miss Purlett put a motherly arm around Kay's shoulders. "Here," she urged, handing Kay her drink.
The fireplace was roaring. Kay felt a faint prickle. She drank deeply. It tasted mostly of ice and soda. Soon she was on the rug again, resting on one elbow as Miss Purlett explained the history of massage-how it had originated with the pyramid builders in Egypt.
"Lie face down, dear," Miss Purlett said, "And I'll show you."
Still vaguely worried, Kay rolled over. She felt Miss Purlett's lush thighs rub her own as the voluptuous saleslady straddled her. Then Miss Purlett was rubbing her back, kneading her shoulders. , Kay had never in her life felt so deliciously relaxed. She had never realized the potential for pleasure within her body. Surely this couldn't be sinful, she thought. Miss Purlett was not touching disputed territory. She wasn't touching any part of Kay that couldn't be found outside a very modest bathing suit.
Miss Purlett's warm soft hands were kneading and poking, removing the stiffness from muscles that hadn't relaxed during the hectic week since old Sam had died. She felt so good, Kay hazily realized, that when Miss Purlett turned her over Kay was too relaxed to protest.
She felt warm soft hands rubbing her tender young breasts, working the hurt and ache from them. Dazedly, she noticed that her nipples were hardening under Miss Purlett's ministrations. She felt that blushing rush of blood again. She didn't know if it was the fire, the whiskey-or Miss Purlett's hands that felt so nice, so soft, so warm as they gently rubbed her swollen young breasts.
Kay was spread-eagled, watching the interplay of muscles as Miss Purlett knelt astraddle her. Each time the blonde saleslady leaned forward to rub Kay, her lush blonde pubic patch bumped Kay's wispy dark-brown hairs before continuing its sensuous tickling slide up Kay's belly. Kay felt her taut, flat belly rise to meet the seductive slide.
Abruptly, Miss Purlett bent over and kissed her. Kay had never been kissed so lingeringly before. Finally she gasped for breath and was startled when a strange tongue invaded her mouth.
This had to be sinful! But Kay couldn't help herself. She was allowing a strange tongue to invade her mouth, then abruptly her tongue was reciprocating, daintily exploring the inside of her blonde partner's mouth. She felt soft warm hands creeping up and down her flanks, tickling her into a giggling ecstasy. She wanted to stop but....
Somehow they had rolled over and Kay was on top now. She felt her body glue itself to Miss Purlett as their arms and legs entwined. Belly rubbed belly, thigh against thigh. She felt her marble-hard nipples poking into the warm flesh of Miss Purlett's firm forty-inch bosom.
There was something unbelievably exciting about the feel of warm skin rubbing against warm skin. Kay's breath came in short gasps as the felt a mounting pressure within her taut quivering belly. Something was going to happen. She could feel a growing excitement, a sense of a coming crisis.
Kay was too busy to analyze the impending dilemma. She was trading tongues with Miss Purlett. Their entwined bodies were busy transferring electrical messages from skin to satiny charged skin. Kay felt a mounting tension in her belly, between her legs, and she thought momentarily of Tommy's tremendous tool. Thank heavens, she told herself, she wasn't doing this with a man who might try to put something like that into her. It would split her in two!
There was something between her legs-something warm and tickling soft and delicious as it caressed the lips of her vulva, fingernails counting individual pubic hairs. Kay felt her thighs open involuntarily, to make the invader more comfortable between her wide-apart legs.
It had to be Miss Purlett's hand. Kay got her hand between Miss Purlett's lushly sensuous legs and began counting hairs. Miss Purlett giggled. She drove her finger just a tiny bit harder into Kay's crotch, and Kay felt her vulva lips part. Miss Purlett's probing finger tickle-tortured its slow way up and down Kay's barely gaping slit.
Kay clasped her thighs tight shut. Miss Purlett's imprisoned hand stopped walking up and down her slit. Instead, it burrowed deeper and began tickling at a spot Kay had hoped her knowledgeable blonde partner wouldn't discover-the ultrasensitive spot Kay had always treated with such care whenever she washed herself.
Too late! Miss Purlett must have a tender place just like it, Kay guessed, for Miss Purlett's educated finger seemed to know exactly where to poke and push and tickle and squeeze and flutter to make that spot quiver and swell marble-hard. Kay's hand was caught between Miss Purlett's tight-clasped thighs just as the saleslady's was caught in hers. She tickled Miss Purlett the same way the lush blonde was doing to her. She wiggled her finger amid Miss Purlett's lush blonde pubic hair and was rewarded when her fingertips found its way into the damp of Miss Purlett's secret slash.
Kay ran her finger gently up and down the slick hole, exploring, seeking out the tender spot that would make Miss Purlett suffer as deliciously as she was suffering. Finally she found the tiny set of lips inside Miss Purlett's larger, labia lips. Kay put the tip of her finger over the elegant blonde saleslady's clit and began gently tapping, tickling, torturing the voluptuous blonde just as the blonde was inflicting delicious torments on her own slight body.
It felt so good! So deliciously, edibly, chewably good that Kay knew she couldn't stop. She was patting and poking at Miss Purlett's throbbing clit just as frantically as the elegant blonde was working on hers. They clung to each other, kissing, swapping spittle, rubbing breasts and bellies against one another.
Kay felt her thighs opening against her will, knew a moment's panic when she thought Miss Purlett's hand had escaped and would no longer inflict the tender torment on her throbbing clit. Then the miraculous finger was there again, tapping, tickling, torturing her to the shrieking edge of ecstasy.
Miss Purlett's body was beginning to betray her too. Kay could feel the lush blonde struggling to keep her thighs clasped, to keep Kay's hand imprisoned at its tender task. But Miss Purlett's creamy thighs were opening, gaping uncontrollably as she moaned her joy.
Kay knew it was sinful. She didn't know why. It felt too good to be Good. But good or evil, Kay knew she could not stop now. She had delivered herself into the hands of the Evil One. How could she have known how soft, how warm, how ticklishly sensual those hands would be?
She felt the hand of Evil sliding up and down her slit, flicking her tremulous clit with each stroke. Suddenly Miss Purlett's other hand was digging into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, pulling her legs apart. Kay's hand slipped from the blonde's secret slash as the voluptuous saleslady jerked and thrashed uncontrollably.
"Ooooohhhh!" Miss Purlett wailed, "Oooohhh, Kaaaayyyy!"
Suddenly the voluptuous blonde was attacking Kay from a new angle. She knelt beside Kay's passion-paralyzed body and kissed the hollow of her throat. Meanwhile her tireless hands worked their relentless sensual way up and down Kay's trembling body, searching out the secret triggers that reduced the sixteen-year-old virgin to witless desire.
Slowly, Miss Purlett was kissing her way down Kay's throat, kissing her swollen breasts in descending spirals that threatened to drive the girl to shrieking ecstasy before she reached the marble-hard nipples that wanted to be fondled, to be kissed, to be sucked and licked.
Kay's hands sought frantically and found the blonde's voluptuous breasts. She fondled their firm roundness, ran her caressing fingers over their rock-hard nipples. She wanted to kiss them, to take their firm roundness in her mouth and tongue it until Miss Purlett was reduced to the same level of hedonistic sexuality as she was.
But Miss Purlett was pulling away as she kissed and nibbled her way down past Kay's perky little breasts to her midriff, kissing her way down to Kay's tiny twenty-inch waist. Kay quivered in agonized expectation, bracing herself against something she knew was imminent as Miss Purlett's warm wet tongue augered its way into her navel.
Then Miss Purlett was kissing her way down Kay's belly, daring little runs of kisses on her flanks while Kay braced to contain her giggles, trying not to shriek out with maniacal laughter as Miss Purlett's tongue tortured her to the edge of insanity. She stretched frantically for the lush blonde's full pink-tipped breasts, but she could not reach them. She stuck a fingertip in Miss Purlett's ear and was rewarded with a giggle.
Miss Purlett tongue-tortured Kay's flat, firm belly to the edge of her pubic triangle, then she moved down to kiss her toes, kiss the bottoms of her feet, kiss her tender tickling way up the back of Kay's calves. She dwelt lovingly at the backs of each knee, licking her sensitive skin until Kay unwillingly curled her legs around the blonde's head.
Kay reached longingly for Miss Purlett. All she could find was Miss Purlett's shapely knees. She wrapped her arms around them, buried her face in the voluptuous saleslady's lower thighs and reveled in the feel of smooth warm skin, wishing she could give the same kind of pleasure she was receiving as the blonde parted Kay's long, well-tapered legs, kissing the smooth delicate skin of Kay's inner thighs.
Then she felt Miss Purlett's thighs straining to escape from her embrace. Kay took the hint, and she began nibbling and kissing at the flesh of Miss Purlett's thighs. There were subtle readjustments of positions as they moved gently up each other's thighs. Then suddenly Kay realized her forehead was brushing Miss Purlett's lush pubic patch.
She thought fleetingly of Tommy-the way he had wanted her to put that great thumping thing in her mouth. She wondered if he would have been willing to get his mouth as close to her secret slash as Miss Purlett was at this moment.
Kay knew she should stop. It was all wrong. Yet, the sisters had never said anything about this kind of possibility. Their minds seemed fixed on the idea that Sin was something that only happened with men.
Whatever Miss Purlett did to her, Kay felt duty bound to do it right back to Miss Purlett. Fair was fair. The sisters had been very firm about that too.
At the moment Miss Purlett was spreading Kay's willing thighs wider. Kay felt her vulva gape open, felt a cool draft that meant her secret slash was exposed for Miss Purlett's pleasure.
It didn't remain exposed very long. Kay felt something warm and soft and wet close over her shameful slash. Suddenly something wonderfully warm and wet and ticklingly subtle was sliding up an down the entry to her secret joy palace. Kay felt the tension within her belly grow to a shrieking crescendo. She wanted to shout, to wail, to scream her joy.
She wanted to burrow deeper into the joyful canyon between Miss Purlett's lovely thighs. Kay pushed and nuzzled and rooted, until her face was buried deep in the blonde pubic patch. Finally her questing tongue found the opening to the elegant saleslady's loins. She ran her tongue experimentally up and down the slick slit.
Kay had expected to do it as a sacrifice for Miss Purlett-something she would do unwillingly just so the elegant blonde would keep doing it to her. Suddenly she realized the sisters had known what they were talking about when they said it was more blessed to give than to receive.
Her eager tongue had found Miss Purlett's clit and she was licking its marble hardness to the point of no return. The lush saleslady was returning the compliment. Kay felt a supple tongue rasping in lascivious circles around her throbbing clit, taking occasional detours to prove the tender hymen membrane that protected her virginal vagina.
Once the blonde removed her tongue to lick Kay's perineum-the ultrasensitive trigger that lies between anus and vulva. Kay almost went out of her mind with the sudden electric joy. She was relieved when Miss Purlett returned to the slowly, steadily building pleasure of licking her clit. Kay eagerly fastened her lips on the elegant blonde saleslady's clit, licked, sucked, nibbled gently, then prayed that she was giving as much as she was getting.
But how long could it last? All good things, Kay knew, came to an end. She supposed this was true for bad things too, though she would have been content to spend all eternity with her head buried between Miss Purlett's lush, lovely thighs, savoring the feel of their warm tender skin over her ears. Kay sensed Miss Purlett's restlessness. The blonde's lovely thighs were opening and closing involuntarily, clasping and unclasping over Kay's ears. Suddenly Kay realized her own self-control was no better. She was opening and closing her thighs over Miss Purlett's elegant hairdo. Their bodies squirmed, rubbing against each other like charged particles, frantic in their efforts for more and better contact.
Kay felt the tension in her belly mounting to an unbearable level. She knew if it kept on this way, she would burst or faint or run shrieking out into the cold street. Something had to happen soon.
Then abruptly it was happening. She felt a sudden wetness just as Miss Purlett's juices were flowing into Kay's eager mouth. Great rippling waves of muscular contractions passed through Kay's firm flat belly. Momentarily she thought of Tommy Taskoosh firing his passion in great jets across the cabin of his boat. Then she was too busy with her own rippling, jerking, spurting finale to the hour of passion that Miss Purlett had brought her. "Ooooohhhh!" Kay moaned. "Ooooohhhh!" Miss Purlett chorused.