Chapter 4
Sheila felt a sudden panic as she knocked on the door for the third time. There was no place else she could possibly go, except to Marcia's. She felt her grim determination slipping away as her knocks were met with silence.
"Please, Manna," she whispered to herself, "please be home!"
She leaned on the door facing, her body aching and bruised. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she squinted into the sunrise. She felt she wanted to die. Slapping on the door a fourth time drained her of her remaining strength.
"Hold on, for Christ's sake!" a muffled voice shouted. There was a rattle of chains as Marcia asked rather crossly, "Who the hell is there?"
"It's me, Sheila, please let me in," Sheila whimpered, her voice sounding flat and distant.
When Marcia opened the door, she stood looking at Sheila with a stunned expression for a few seconds before she could speak. "My God," she said finally, pulling the young girl into her apartment, "what happened?"
Sheila tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, a low wailing sound was all she could manage. She began crying and moaning, her lungs bursting with pain as she held her hands over her face.
"You poor baby," Marcia whispered, pulling Sheila into her arms. She stroked the young girl's hair tenderly and crooned into her ear, "It's alright now, it's fine now."
Sheila held onto Marcia, clutching the warm body fiercely while she wept long and hard. For the first time in her life she felt real comfort and solace as the older woman caressed her aching body. A sense of relief swelled through her as Marcia held her dose, gently rocking her back and forth like she would a small child.
When Sheila's crying had stopped enough and she gained control of her voice, she poured out the events of the last few hours to her friend. During the conversation, Marcia had maneuvered Sheila to the couch where they were now sitting. She had placed her arm around Sheila and listened carefully to each word the young woman blurted out.
When Sheila finished, Marcia said soothingly, "Well, there's nothing to worry about now. You're here. Everything is fine now. Don't worry."
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Marcia stood up. "First things first," she said, her voice taking on a practical tone. "I'm going to fix you something to eat, and then I believe, a hot shower is in order."
"But what am I going to do?" Sheila pleaded.
"like I said," Marcia said, "first things first. You're in no condition to think clearly. Come on in the kitchen with me, I could do with some breakfast myself." She pulled Sheila to her feet and embraced her friend. "Leave it to me, sweetheart, well get you out of this mess somehow."
Sheila felt one hundred percent better after the delicious breakfast Marcia had prepared. She sipped on the steaming coffee, feeling the warmth surge through her body. Her mind was locked in a pleasant reverie as she looked at Marcia's understanding face.
"You've been a lifesaver," she said, placing her hand on Marcia's. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
"Anything for you," Marcia answered, her voice low and sultry. "Right now, we'd better get you cleaned up, and then well talk." Marcia led Sheila into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "Let's get you out of those clothes," she said as her hands expertly unfastened Sheila's dress, her arms around the young girl's neck.
She pulled the dress down to Sheila's waist, and then moved her hands back up to her neck, her ringers exploring a bruise on the firm young flesh. She stepped closer to Sheila, and slowly lowered her head to the bruise and kissed it gently, her lips feeling the soft warmth of her skin.
Sheila's eyes blurred with tears as she felt the tender gesture Marcia had displayed. A tingling feeling spread throughout her entire body as Marcia's sensuous lips, warm and moist, kissed her neck and shoulders.
"That feels wonderful," she whispered, her eyes now closed, her head arched back. "Just wonderful!"
Marcia's tongue licked back and forth on Sheila's neck, slowly darting upward, under the girl's chin, then down again, sending jolts of excitement through Sheila's body, a gentle erotic feeling she had never before experienced.
"Oh my God," Sheila moaned as she felt Marcia undress her, the whole time enjoying new sensations as that glorious mouth nibbled and licked her burning flesh. The act was so gentle, so unbelievably sexy, her knees felt weak.
Marcia pulled open her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor, revealing a firm, shapely figure and full, taut breasts. "I'll take a shower with you," she whispered, her face moving up to Sheila's. She kissed Sheila on the lips, lightly at first, and then letting her tongue push between Sheila's trembling tips with gentle force.
Sheila thought her body was melting as Marcia's darting tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, exploring and caressing every crevice. As Marcia let her hands tickle and rub her arms, moving her soft ringers up the sides of Sheila's tiny waist, both women moaned with pleasure. Sheila's tits ached to be sucked, and her nipples hardened, brushing against Marcia's.
Sheila reached up and held Marcia's tits in her hands, gently cupping the firm mounds. She rubbed Marcia's tits slowly and with mounting pleasure. Her own tongue swirled and intertwined with Marcia's as their searching mouths became more insistent, their hands squeezing each other's breasts. When Sheila thought she could stand this pleasurable agony not a moment longer, Marcia pulled her mouth away from Sheila's and said, "Let's take that shower now."
As if in a dream, Sheila got into the shower with Marcia. When she felt the steamy warmth of the cascading water on her skin, new pleasurable sensations caused her body to jolt with excitement. Marcia stood behind her, her firm breasts pressed into Sheila's curved back. Marcia kissed the back of
Sheila's neck as her hands circled the tiny waist, and massaged Sheila's flat stomach. Sheila leaned her head back against Marcia's as she let her entire body drift in a paradise of warmth and desire.
Marcia picked up the soap and lathered Sheila's back and ass in a steady swirling motion, letting her fingers slip up and down the crack of Sheila's buns, causing Sheila to stand on her toes and hunch back with passion. Marcia's fingers seemed to multiply wave after wave of tingling ecstasy, making Sheila moan with delicious agony. Marcia continued caressing and stroking Sheila's ass, intermittently squeezing and massaging the rounded ass cheeks. Sheila ground her hips as she felt Marcia's middle finger rub softly against her shitter, the soap lather lubricating the tiny opening.
"Oh my god," Sheila moaned, "that feels good, don't stop!"
"Don't you worry, sweetheart," Marcia answered, her lips playfully licking and kissing Sheila's neck and shoulders, "I've only begun."
She rubbed her finger around the opening of Sheila's asshole, and gently thrust her finger in the warm hole as Sheila clamped her ass muscles around the exploring ringer. Slowly, Marcia withdrew her fingertip, feeling the tightness of Sheila's shitter, and then pushed her finger back in a little deeper than before. She continued to pump her ringer into Sheila's asshole, twisting her finger around and around.
The warm water was washing the frothy cunt juices down Sheila's legs as her passion grew at an unbelievable pace. She rubbed the lips of her cunt, grinding the hard, rubbery clit as it throbbed with the slightest touch. She shook with desire as Marcia's lips became more insistent, and her finger-fucking more demanding. "Oh, god, Marcia," she wailed, "suck my cunt!"
Marcia turned Sheila around and lathered her tits and stomach with the creamy soap, pulling and gently pinching her taut tits in a tantalizing motion, causing Sheila to wince with desire. Marcia lowered her hands to Sheila's hot, juicy cunt and let her fingers stroke the hairy opening, slick with soap.
Sheila almost collapsed as Marcia's expert fingers touched her clit, sending bolts of pleasure up her spine. Marcia rubbed Sheila's tits with one hand, while the other cupped the tiny cunt, her fingers pulling the pussy lips apart. Jets of water washed the soap away from Sheila's tits and cunt as she arched her head back under the shower head.
Marcia knelt between Sheila's legs and kissed the hairy cunt, her lips licking and sucking the tender opening. She spread the opening wider with her fingers, to reveal the swollen clit. She ran her tongue up the length of throbbing nerves, and circled her lips around it, sucking and licking, her own passion mounting to equal Sheila's. She ran her tongue around the opening, sucking the cuntlips and hair with steady, even movements. Lapping up the cunt juices, she sucked and probed the dark pussy entrance with the tip of her tongue.
"Eat me!" Sheila rasped as she pushed her hips against Marcia's sucking and licking mouth. "Oh sweet Jesus, suck my cunt!"
Marcia thrust her tongue into the canal of Sheila's pussy, savoring the free-flowing cunt juices. She sucked and swallowed Sheila's frothy liquids, sweet as honey as she thrust her tongue into this tight little twat. Sheila contracted her pussy muscles around Marcia's slick, hot tongue as it darted in and out, slithering over and around the almost exploding clit.
Sheila placed her hands behind Marcia's head and forced her face deeper into her hot box. She ground her hips around, back and forward, to meet the tongue, fucking her cunt like it had never before been fucked. She felt sharp pangs of orgasm as Marcia sucked and licked harder and faster. like a bolt of lightning, a wave of searing, agonized pleasure spread throughout her entire body. She buckled with delicious spasms as she soared to heights of pleasure she hadn't known possible.
"Oh, Marcia, suck it!" she screamed as orgasm after orgasm pumped her cunt into Marcia's sucking mouth.
After her trembling body relaxed, Sheila moaned with pleasure, while Marcia continued to suck and lick her hot, sweet pussy. Marcia's movements had become more gentle now, tenderly licking and sucking the exhausted pussy. Giving Sheila's delicious cunt one last, long kiss, she stood up and held Sheila in her arms.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, "your cunt is like honey." She held Sheila for a long time, letting her hands run up and down Sheila's sides, rubbing and tickling the soft flesh. "Better get you to bed, darling," she said at last, "you must be pretty tired.-
Sheila could barely focus as she was led out of the shower. She was exhausted, both in body and mind, but glowing in the aftermath of a fantastic suck job. Marcia toweled her down and, holding her around the waist, walked her into the bedroom. Sheila felt the cool sheets against her skin, the soft texture of the pillow, and the lovely touch of Marcia, who lay beside her, stroking and rubbing her tits. Then she slept.