Chapter 5
A ringing, resounding thump. Amy, sliding naked and alone into her aunt's bed, sat up. It sounded like it had come from the bathroom. Since Calvin was asleep in another building and Tim hadn't moved earlier, it had to be Lydia in trouble. She went to see and it was.
The woman had started to take a shower and had fallen in the tub. Now she peered up at Amy like an embarrassed child, half in and half out of the tub, the water gleaming on her nude body, the part that extended beyond the shower curtains.
"Whoa. I'm dizzy!" laughed Lydia. "I shouldn't have taken that pill."
Amy felt genuine alarm. "You took a pill in addition to the drink I gave you?"
"I'm sorry."
Lydia tried to struggle up, like a wounded creature. Amy pulled her from the tub, fussing and examining her body for bruises. There were no bruises but there was lots of sweet female flesh and Lydia seemed so dazed that she wasn't conscious of her nudity at all. She told Amy that the pill had been meant to keep her awake long enough to get a shower.
"Too zonked to get shower. But can't sleep," laughed Lydia drunkenly. She closed her dark eyes and swayed. Amy began to dry her off like a child, wondering whether she should keep the woman awake or try to get her to sleep. At least Lydia would cooperate; she let Amy handle her as if she were Amy's young daughter, a child.
Amy felt a curious, sexual glow at handling the luscious adult female. There was the beautiful head, wobbling a little, the soft throat and shoulders and the large circular breasts, classical in shape, so different from Amy's own full peasant breasts. All Amy could think of was Lydia would make a great oil painting: "Roman Beauty at the Bath."
Her nipples, darker than Amy's, gave the circular breasts an erotic flair. When the towel stroked them they stood up boldly, obviously giving Lydia thrills. "Uuuuuuu," she laughed in delight. Lydia's milk-white skin was very attractive, gleaming with the water before the towel did its job, pink-glowing after Amy rubbed her down. Her waist was good, her belly slightly concave, leading to a slim but powerful loin mass that could grow a beautiful baby. This one naked, thought Amy, would drive men from their minds. Had driven Calvin over the rim, apparently.
Amy boldly rubbed the towel down the belly to the curled patch of red pubic hair. Amy thought Lydia's cunt was pretty, a delicate lighter color in contrast to the deeper red of her tits and she boldly, briskly dried between Lydia's legs.
Lydia's small ass looked smooth and innocent, surely too tight to support the thrust of Tim's seven inch cock. It was well-shaped but dainty, with a very tight crack, a pencil line. Tim's cock would certainly torture the rectum of this one, Amy thought in superiority aware that her own buttocks and back passage were heavy duty enough to support the excitement of an anally oriented male like Tim. Poor kid. Or was it poor Tim?
The feel of the girl's warm flesh sliding under her towel excited Amy. If ever I have sex with a woman, I'll pick one like this, she told herself. She parted Lydia's buttocks and dried her crack, squeezing one sexy cheek and Lydia murmured, "Ohhhh."
All during the drying exercise Lydia stood patiently, sometimes swaying a little but taking the rubdown as if she were an aristocratic lady in the hands of a brisk, competent maid. Her passiveness angered Amy a little and stirred her more. The way the woman was zonked out of her head and letting Amy handle her body, Amy could probably do anything to her she wanted to.
But Amy didn't want to. Monday, Calvin on the phone and the fight over his Silver Tip waitress. Tuesday, her wild orgy with Chris. Tonight, her secret erotic burst of passion with Tim. Now her cunt was hot again in handling this naked woman. Was she degenerating into some sex-mad nympho?
Kneeling at Lydia's feet as she toweled down the woman's shapely thighs and calves, Amy glanced up-and received another erotic shock. Gleaming sex fluid slowly leaked down Lydia's soft inner thighs from her pink cunt lips.
Amy's heart began to pound and she felt a little light-headed. It had to be Calvin's sperm mixed with some of Lydia's girl juice. It just had to be! If Tim had screwed Lydia earlier tonight, the excess would've leaked out long ago. This woman had been fucked no longer than an hour or so ago and that meant Calvin.
Calvin's jism! Amy stared at it as it trailed accusingly down Lydia's legs. Amy started to lift the towel to obliterate it, but her own cunt was oiling furiously now. Breathing deeply, she thrust her head on the thighs and tasted the gleaming stuff with her tongue.
"Oh, good, feels good," murmured Lydia. She reached down to hold Amy's head and encourage her. "Higher! Higher!" She laughed in dazed pleasure. "Lick me. Please-lick me!" She opened her legs.
Unable to speak but tremendously excited at sucking her husband's jism from another woman's cunt, Amy tongued up the graceful thighs toward Lydia's box. The sensation on her tongue was magnificent. The skin was warm and soft and the fluid was silken, a pungent but not unpleasant oil that smelled both of male starch and female gland musk. Amy's mouth touched the cunt lips and she forced her questing tongue a little inside. Lydia ground her loins in pleasure.
"Oh! Oh! Do me... please... do me!" Amy's tongue, encouraged, found Lydia's clitoral mound and Lydia gasped. "God, so gooood!"
Amy withdrew with a laugh of shock. She hugged Lydia's legs. She'd never approached another woman, but she did like lovely naked bodies, male and female. Besides, Lydia had committed adultery with Calvin, hadn't she? Lydia begged for it, didn't she?
Yet guilt made Amy drape the towel about Lydia's shoulders and push her toward her own bedroom. She was afraid of her own dark depths.
"You don't want sex with me," she told Lydia. "I'm another woman."
Lydia leaned against her, warm and aroused. Her eyes were trying to focus. "I want to try... lady fuck," she said.
"Who am I?" demanded Amy.
Lydia stared at her. "Hot sexy waitress... Mountain Rest. Beautiful bull dyke!"
Amy laughed. She was about as far from being a bull dyke as a woman could get, yet to the innocent Lydia she must seem overpoweringly lesbian.
"Maybe I am."
She changed direction and guided Lydia to her aunt's bedroom where she pushed the woman down on the bed. Lydia crumpled gracefully outside the covers, letting her legs fall apart and fingering her cunt.
"Never done it... with bull dyke... always wanted to see... " said Lydia. She looked up at Amy. "Will it hurt?"
Amy gave Lydia's head an affectionate shove. "Half-kill you, dear!"
She swaggered out of the room in what she believed to be a tough female walk. Across the hall she checked on Tim; he was gone for the night, there was no doubt about that. There was no need to check on Calvin; he always slept like the dead after sex. There was just she, up on Sex Mountain with the luscious redhead who begged to be woman-fucked. It was too much; her cunt burned for this new sex experience.
Amy hurried back across the hall to Lydia. The redhead was now jacking herself off, moaning, her cunt a smear of gleaming fluid.
"Oh, Amy, I'm hot, I'm so hot," she crooned, looking up. Her face and shoulders were covered with a deep sex blush and her breast tips stood up at attention like little soldiers, swollen and almost purple with congested blood.
"I'll take care of that," said Amy. She dropped her robe and slid on top of the nude woman. She began to kiss the neck and the cheeks while Lydia murmured and moaned.
"I love you. I want you... I want it... "
God, the full length of the woman's body under her felt good! It was a priceless opportunity to play dominant male and Amy meant to enjoy it to the hilt. She took hold of Lydia's head, ran her fingers through the luxurious red hair and kissed Lydia's cheeks. She kissed the submissive mouth, enjoying the wealth of sex contact at all points of her body as she hugged Lydia. It was doubly exciting to feel a woman's naked breasts pressing on her own.
"Mmmmmm," said Lydia.
Amy forced the lips a little. At her aggression, Lydia's mouth opened and gave her a welcoming French kiss, making sweet saliva well up for her dyke master to suck and enjoy. Amy sucked and swallowed Lydia's symbol of surrender, alive to her power over the woman.
Lydia must be about thirty, at least four years older than she. It made it even more exciting to master the sexy bitch!
Amy held Lydia's head tightly and reamed the girl's mouth with her own tongue, disposing of the saliva and then sucking Lydia's tongue into her mouth to bite it and hold it against Lydia's will.
"Nragghhhh!" protested Lydia, but Amy held on, enjoying the slight rush of her power in making Lydia give up her tongue. She held it and bit it to the pain point before she let the girl have it back.
"Oh, that hurt!" breathed Lydia in rapture. Bull dykes were supposed to hurt you a little.
Amy moved down to the sexy hollow at the base of Lydia's throat, digging it out with her wet tongue, leaving possessive saliva there. She trailed her tongue on down the milk white flesh to those glorious nipples. As she sucked and bit Lydia's nipples, the smaller woman thrust up helplessly against her, deeply sex stirred.
"Ah, oh, my God!" cried Lydia.
"Spread your legs," ordered Amy. "Real wide!"
The gasping Lydia complied. Amy positioned herself with her own legs slightly parted, her body squarely on top of her victim. She worked her loins until she got her cunt on the stiff pubic hairs and found good purchase on Lydia's pelvic bone. Still playing the man, she began to hump off her own cunt against that hardness.
"This is f-for me, you adulterous bitch!" she said throatily. In this position, she couldn't suck those marvelous tits, but she held Lydia's head and took sex pleasure from the sensual mouth. The delight made Amy gasp.
"Mmmmm... ah... you're fu-fucking me!" Lydia exploded between kisses. She thrust her own loins eagerly up to get clit action, but it was impossible for her. It was Amy's fuck and she eagerly rode her cunt and clit on Lydia's pelvic shelf, reveling in the delight of mastery over another, man-style, feeling continuous waves of pleasure rise from her belly. With Lydia's hot mouth, her sweating nude body sucking under Amy's and her loin action against Amy's cunt, Lydia was giving Amy full joy of the fuck.
"Taking you, you soft, sexy cunt!" Amy exulted. "Ride up under me! Make me come if you can!"
"Please... I... I... want you... come!" Lydia managed.
The golden moment of fulfillment: Amy gave a deep gut gasp. "I'm... fucked!" she keened in ecstasy and froze. Then, trembling, she held her lover tight and burst her aching throbs against the pelvic bone, enjoying strong pleasure spasms that made her feel fiercely triumphant. It was a unique moment in her sex life as her sex equipment kept on squeezing for an incredible time, her orgasm kept alive by Lydia's twisting and thrusting under her, hot and begging for her own release.
At last Amy lay spent and motionless on top of her conquest. Relaxed, feeling great, the fires in her loins temporarily quieted, Amy felt compassion for her companion.
"Spread your legs, dear," she ordered gently as she slid down to Lydia's V.
"Tongue me, Amy!" Lydia begged. "I'm so hot!"
"Here it comes," said Amy and thrust her mouth into the wet, luscious sex box of the other woman.
At this point Amy's libido was at its peak. The trouble with any new sex experience, Amy felt, was that it began in an atmosphere of tension. To hug another woman's body, push a tongue into her mouth and suck her saliva, to fondle her breasts and to invade her privates, raised a whole train of taboos as well as questions about her own sexuality. Now the tension was over and it was possible to relax and enjoy the new sensations.
Amy no longer wanted to conquer the girl like a hard-cocked male. She wanted to make love to her softly and gently for the pleasure of both.
Firmly she ran her tongue into Lydia's cunt and enjoyed the sensation of the flow of body hot lubricant that sweated from the vagina walls. She swallowed the free flowing oil, savoring it and letting Lydia hear her enjoyment as she smacked her lips and enthused over the sweetness of Lydia's honey.
"Hah... oh, I'm screwed!" cried Lydia.
Amy sensed that the girl was on a sex high and started to give her immediate relief. She found Lydia's clitoris and gently but firmly tongued around it until Lydia jerked, cried "oh-oh" and throbbed, her cunt squeezing in pleasure.
"Oh, thank you... it was so great!" sighed Lydia when her spasms were over.
But Amy had just begun. Slowly, steadily she lapped and worked the erotic flesh, now grooving her tongue as deeply up the sex channel as it would go, then inhaling the part around the clit and gently laving it, widening her mouth and applying suction.
At the suction, Lydia cried: "Ah... oh... my g-guts are... sliding out of me!"
Amy pretended she was sucking off Lydia's whole cunt, widening her mouth to the limit and inhaling. With the cunt meat tight in her mouth she exhaled, splitting the cunt lips with her tongue. Lydia strained up in ecstatic pleasure. Amy kept it up until she sensed Lydia's sex nerves were thrilled to the point of explosion; then she let her drop. Her own tongue ached.
Lydia began to talk in a low monotone- something about Alfred whom she didn't like and somebody named "Happy" that she did.
"All those men at the garage. I had to do it, see, Amy? I had to... know myself as a woman, you see? I had an ache-a desire-it wouldn't leave. I tried everything-joining clubs, taking school courses, starting a garden. I even tried drinking.
"Amy, nothing worked. All I could think about were those stiff young cocks sliding inside of me, lifting me, loving me. I wanted to have a baby, but it was more than that. I wanted... I wanted... "
Amy's face was cradled in between Lydia's thighs. "Forget the words, Lydia. You can't call it. Nobody can. You wanted to get it off... again and again... one more time and the next and the next. Nobody gets enough-not ever. By the time you're twenty you've got a bank vault full of unspent orgasms that you should've cashed in, you think. Some never do. Others, some of us, begin to relax and cash them in and sometimes we explode all over the landscape."
"Yes, yes," murmured Lydia. "I exploded... those boys... I'm sorry... "
"You were lucky; it saved your sanity," said Amy and she fell back on Lydia's cunt. She dived down into the welcome darkness of sex country, closed her eyes, burrowing deeply up Lydia's tunnel where the juice once again began to flow.
"Wooooooo!" laughed Lydia, happy as a child, "More cunt fucking!"
Now, riding Lydia's clit with her tongue, Amy slid her finger slowly up the tight cunt as deep as she could reach. Erotic thrills must've captured Lydia's belly completely because she cried out: "Hah... hah... hah!" and closed her smooth loins tightly around Amy's head, cutting off Amy's hearing. Eyes closed, hearing gone, Amy felt her way into Lydia's body, trying to sense what the girl needed. She succeeded, because soon Lydia was bucking her loins and trembling.
Tender and hot herself, Amy now withdrew her finger from Lydia's box and began to play with her ass hole. Mindful of her own anal letch, Amy indulged herself fully. She liked fingers, tongues and cocks used on her own pucker and she now introduced Lydia to the same game.
Lydia was all animal bitch now. She was beyond words, thrusting for glory. Amy began to get a swelling, swooning, feeling of her own approaching orgasm, brought on by her involvement with Lydia. She slid her tongue down and reamed Lydia's tight ass button. That did it. Lydia arched up, lifting Amy's head and began to freeze. Amy barely had time to get her tongue back in Lydia's cunt as the girl whined in bitch pleasure and went into her body lock. The involuntary tremors as Lydia convulsed to get off her sex treasure almost blew Amy herself.
Lightheaded, Amy held on while Lydia spent, her cunt and ass hole going into pleasure spasm. Squeeze, squeeze squeeze, squeeze. It had to be one of life's big ones for the redhead. She throbbed, she faded, she tensed and throbbed again and faded and then came up once more to throb, squeezing her thighs so tightly against Amy's head that Amy felt her bones. Amy wished she could hear the delighted cries of joy.
Then Lydia's thighs melted away from Amy's head. Exhausted herself, Amy felt a marvelous sex glow. She reached between her legs with her finger, drenched in Lydia's juice and stabbed her own clitoris. Her cunt convulsed immediately and she gratefully slid down into her animal being to go and go.
When Amy recovered enough to look at the clock she saw to her amazement that she'd worked Lydia's box for some forty-five minutes; the girl lay there like a wounded mammal, completely done in.
Amy crawled up, pulled back the covers, eased Lydia under them and joined her, taking the girl into her arms and they slept...
Sometime in the darkness, Amy awoke to deep thrills from her cunt. Lydia had dived down under the covers to lick her and to finger her, so that she awoke with sex pleasure teasing her nerves. She spread her legs luxuriously.
"T-take me, Lydia!" she called and Lydia did so.
Lydia had neither Amy's strong sex drive nor her techniques, but she was hot and willing and she soon took Amy to the excruciating point where wave-shock after wave made Amy's whole body simmer with opening delight. Amy spun it out as long as she could. Never before and probably never again would she have a beautiful woman eagerly sucking her off, swallowing her cunt sauce, sucking her passage and working her clit to give her maximum pleasure. At last her nerves could carry no more load.
"Oh, God, it's c-c-coming! Ah, oh, oh!" Amy exulted and spent her relieving throbs to Lydia's tongue.
"Was I good?" breathe Lydia in the dark.
"Brilliant!" Amy kissed the lush, erotic mouth and felt hot enough to give Lydia another trip.
When Amy awoke next time she saw the grey light of dawn and shook Lydia awake. "Time to go, child. Back to the world of men."
They hugged and Lydia reluctantly slid away from her. From the door her voice came floating back to Amy, in the darkness, soft and urgent as if a waif in the great unknown.
"Amy, you're the best looking woman I ever met in my life. If you want to... make sex with me again, I'd adore it!"
"We will," promised Amy and turned back to her sleep with a warm smile. So much for the vaunted dangers of homosexuality!