Chapter 5
"I didn't think you were going to show up," Sally McGarrity said as June Daniels walked into her room.
Lemon yellow light, from a bed lamp, shone on Sally's face and shoulders. She was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine. She had on a low-cut nightgown made of some gossamer material. The cleavage between her full breasts could be seen. And through the sheer material of her nightgown could be seen the pink of her sharp nipples.
June's nostrils flared. She put her hands on Sally's round hard tits and felt the nipples searing her palms. She began to pant. Her fingers pressed against the resilient flesh.
"Take your clothes off," Sally moaned. "I want to feel your naked body against mine."
Reluctant hands left Sally's beautiful white breasts and June stood up and shed her clothes. When she was nude, she bent over and her hands caressed Sally's breasts and belly and then took off the nightgown, leaving Sally stark naked. She got into bed and pressed her body against Sally's.
They French-kissed passionately.
June's hands swept over Sally's shoulders and back and down to the jutting buttocks. June's body moved against Sally's. June's white body was still girlish. Sally's was full, rounded, and her breasts were twice as big as June's. The nipples were a luscious red, like ripe strawberries.
Sally closed her eyes and moaned.
"Kiss me. Kiss my breasts," she begged. "I love that. I want your lips on my breasts."
June lowered her head and her tongue darted about over the white mounds. She licked at the stiffening nipples and then closed her lips over one, sucked gently, then went to the other one.
Sally gasped as she felt the suctioning at her flame-tipped breasts. Shock waves surfed over her moving, writhing body. The heat generated through her young body, soared across her loins. Her tunnel walls in her cunt secreted love juice.
"Kiss me all over," she groaned. "All over."
June moved her head south, her lips blazing a wet trail down Sally's fine body, over the flat belly, with a slight pause as June's tongue explored the shallow navel, and then June reached the hairy forest. She kissed the groin where the skin was moist and tender, and her tongue ran across the bush, found the cleft and jammed in.
Sally gasped as the rubbery intruder invaded her most secret domain. Her cunt quivered as June's tongue fitted snuggly into the warm moist sheath.
"Yes. Yes," Sally moaned. "Like that. Lick me out. Stuff me with your tongue. Go in deep. Deeper. Oh. Oh. Oh."
June found the protruding clitoris and sucked it within her mouth and her hands cupped Sally's white buttocks. She sucked and sucked and her fingers pressed against the white flesh of her companion's behind. She ran a finger up and down the crescent, found the ass-hole, and rammed in.
Sally shuddered as both openings were now stuffed, a tongue in her cunt hole and a finger in her ass-hole. She pivoted crazily, her pussy leaking passion juice. Hot flames scorched her writhing madness.
"Oh, yes. Yes. Suck me off. Oh, I'm going to come. Come. I'm going to come in your most beautiful mouth. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh."
Sally cried shrilly as she climaxed, t
It amazed June. Something she had done, the sudden finger up the ass-hole, had sent Sally spinning off into another world. The tongue in the cunt and the finger in the ass-hole. It did something maddening to Sally.
June licked at the flowing juices, then kissed the rose-petal softness, and eased up on the quivering girl.
"That was marvelous," Sally sighed. "There's nothing to equal that. Front and back. Front and back. It's like having two women do me at once. Oh! I love it. I love it."
June squeezed the big quivering breasts.
"Want me to sit on your face?" she asked, her pussy aching for Sally's tongue.
"Right on!"
June straddled Sally, high up, and her cunt was just above Sally's face. She slowly lowered her mid-section till she felt Sally's mouth on her gash. Then she sighed and closed her eyes as the most delightful thrills ran through her naked body.
Sally ran her tongue over the surface of the oval-shaped pussy. She put up her hands to reach June's breasts. She squeezed the lush mounds as she devoured June's open cunt. She licked at the thick rubbery lips, forced her way inside to find the secreting pink fleshy walls.
Sally rubbed June's erect nipples, hurting her, not caring, knowing that June liked some pain with her lovemaking, sensing it, knowing that all women did. Sally sucked on the clitoris. She bit gently into the spongy flesh.
"Eat it, eat it," June cried. "Yes, oh, yes. Eat it. Suck my cunt. Bite it. Bite it hard."
Sally bit hard and June howled with pain.
"Oh, I'm coming," June cried.
She ground her cunt against Sally's wet mouth.
"Drink it up, Sally," she cried. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming."
June groaned as her cunt flowed like a dam had burst. She soared skyward and her brain pounded like someone was beating at her skull with a hammer. She felt Sally's teeth nibbling on her woman flesh as she climaxed and the mixture of pain and pleasure was shockingly beautiful.
Sally squeezed June's nipples hard while June came and this added much to June's excitement.
They lay alongside each other, both pooped. Their breathing was hoarse at first, then even.
"We really go well together," Sally said.
"I'm sorry about accusing you of lying about Larry and that Tyler woman," June said, smoothing her hand over Sally's finely curved hip.
"There's no reason to be sorry."
"I suppose. I don't know what got over me. I guess she's not the first woman he took to bed with him. Nor will she be the last."
"You have to be realistic," Sally said. "Look, you're not an out-and-out lez like me. I know you have a hankering for men."
June raised her eyebrows.
"I can tell by the way you look at them," said Sally. "Especially when they're built the way Don Hardy is. You looked for that bulge in te front of his pants, trying to tell how big the prick is."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"For some reason, you shy away from men. I don't know what's wrong. There's a reason for it. But you want them just the same. It's a case of wanting men and not wanting men. You'd go to bed with a man if he was the right one. You love Larry but you're afraid to go to bed with him. He turns you on, but you won't go all the way."
"That's a lie. You don't know what you're talking about. I had just a little fling with Larry. I hate him now."
"Tell me what you have against men," asked Sally.
"I don't have anything at all against them," June said loudly. "I ... I just don't want to go to bed with them. That's all."
"You prefer women. Is that it?"
"That's not exactly it either," June confessed. "I just sort of fell for you, that's all. Are you trying to louse up a good thing? Maybe you want to call it quits?"
"Don't be silly," Sally said. "I'm just curious as to what makes you tick."
"Love," said June.
"I still say, when the right man comes along, you'll leave me flat. But I don't care."
"Sure," June scoffed. "Why should you care? Plenty of broads in the sea. Plenty of broads around here in The Cornhole."
"Broads like Wallace Baker," Sally said.
"Wallace Baker?"
"Wife of the millionaire banker. She's coming up here today."
June just shrugged.
"Listen kid, I want to help you," said Sally, turning to her.
June stiffened. "You think I have a hang-up or something? You think I'm not normal?"
"I didn't say that. But something is troubling you. I can tell. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you'll go crazy, wanting men, and not wanting men."
June tried to relax.
"You don't know what you're saying. There's nothing wrong with me. I ... I have no feelings for men anymore. Not after what Larry just did."
But Sally knew better. She liked June. She more than liked her. Of course, Sally didn't believe in falling for femmes. She didn't believe in living with femmes. There were too many to stick with one for too long. She was very fond of June and she had observed June with a keen eye.
There was no doubt in her mind that June was attracted to men. And yet, at the same time, the young girl was repelled by them. She wanted to be with a man and yet she was afraid. Or was she afraid? Was it hatred? Had something happened to her, something caused by some man? Had she been raped? Had some close relative gone after her when she was a kid? There were a dozen possibilities.
June just didn't want to talk about it. It was like a mental block. If she did talk about it, Sally felt, it would certainly help her. Maybe not cure her but help.
There was a strained silence between them, then Sally started to fondle June's girlish breasts. She thumbed the nipples and the points became erect.
June started to moan. Her nipples were very sensitive and Sally knew it. There was a churning in her gut. Hot flashes ripped through her squirming lithe white young body.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!"
Sally bent her head and her tongue adventured over June's smooth breasts. She licked at the flawless white skin, at the crinkly pink tips, at the valley between the mounds.
June pushed at Sally's head.
"You know what I want, what I need." Her thighs opened and closed. "Oh, suck me off. Get down on it. I want your mouth on my pussy."
Sally licked her way down June's white body, down to the navel, and she licked at the skin around it, then tongued her way to the edge of the forest.
"Yes, yes," June moaned. "Get your tongue in there. Get it in good."
Sally rammed her tongue deep into the cunt hole, and she heard the sudden intake of breath coming from June. She licked her tongue around, touching the sensitive tunnel walls, making the flesh leak passion sauce. She sucked in the protruding clitoris and bit gently around it.
"H-m-m-m-m-m," June groaned. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I love it. I love it."
Sally sucked on the lovebud, drawing out the juices. like ripe fruit, she thought. How I love the taste of cunt, especially young cunt.
"Suck me. Suck me. Suck me," June cried shrilly. She writhed, out of control, her breasts bobbing on her chest. "Suck me off. Lick my cunt. Oh, I love that. I love that. I love that."
"A-h-h-h-h-h. A-h-h-h-h-h-h."
There was a frantic lashing as June's body whipped against the bed as the earth-chattering climax shook her to the core. She was exploding again and again with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Gradually, her spasmic movements ceased and a heaviness came over her. She wanted to drift off, wanted to fall into a deep sleep. She had been up all night standing guard in front of the door to Betty Tyler's room. Then she had gone off to Sally's in a huff. Now she had finished the most exhausting session of lovemaking in her life and she lay there like a limp rag.
She had never had a lesbian relationship before, and as she lay there, she didn't know what to do.
She loved Larry, and yet ... the things he had wanted to do with her. Anal intercourse. It was unthinkable.
Still, maybe Sally was right. You had to be realistic. With that thought she fell into a deep sleep.
She had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was with Sally McGarrity, making love, but that suddenly Sally became Larry Walters. She was making love to Larry in a way she couldn't understand. He was fucking her, but somehow he had his finger up her ass. Then it was a penis. She saw the face of Don Hardy, and somehow the penis up her ass belonged to him.
Or was he in front of her? She could see his laughing face. And Larry was behind her. She had two cocks in her, one in her cunt, one up her ass. Suddenly, she saw the laughing face of Sally McGarrity in her dream, with Betty Tyler and Larry's Aunt Martha ... all laughing.
And the whole dream scene blended back into her lovemaking with Sally. She was sucking Sally's cunt again, her finger up the woman's ass-hole. She experienced once again the explosive orgasm caused by that combination. A cock up an ass. A finger in a cunt. A cock in a cunt. A finger up an ass. Cocks up cunt and ass together. In that swirling vision, she came back to consciousness.
The sun streaming through the open window told her it was late afternoon.