Chapter 2

Helen's luck was still the same-bad. The service station was closed. There wasn't even a sign on the door giving the hours of operation. For all she knew, it was closed permanently.

Muttering to herself, Helen backed away from the door, carefully staying under the roof over the pumps. She was as wet as she could get, but it felt good to be out of the rain. Looking around, frustration rising in her again, Helen saw that the sign over the tavern door was on. There should be a phone in there. At least she could call the auto club. Thank God she had coerced Harry into joining. She wouldn't have to wait until another car came along, which might or might not stop.

Trotting through the rain, Helen went into the tavern door, noting that only two cars were parked outside. If she couldn't get the auto club to come out this far, perhaps she could get one of the customers to drive her to the nearest open station.

She entered a small vestibule, opened the inner door, and stepped into the tavern. There she came face-to-face with a refugee from a motorcycle gang. Full beard, longish hair, faded jeans, leather vest, and chains around his waist. And big. At least six foot, six inches tall, the man had to weigh at least two hundred, seventy-five pounds. Helen stopped short, startled by the man.

"That'll be five dollars cover charge," the man said, holding out his hand.

"Oh, uh, I, uh, I just want to use the phone. My car broke down . . . "

"If you go inside, you gotta pay five dollars. No exceptions." He kept his hand out.

"But I don't want to go inside. I just want to use the phone," Helen said in exasperation. "Why should I have to pay five dollars to do that?"

"See the sign?" The man pointed to the front of the podium by the door. "No exceptions."

Helen read the sign, sighed, and dug in her handbag for the money. That was one thing she had forgotten about before she left home. She had some money with her, but certainly not enough to pay for repairs to the car and have enough left to buy gas to get home, even if she turned around right here. Wherever home was from her. Come to think of it, where was here!

Helen handed the money to the man and demanded, "Now, where's the damned phone?"

"Back by the restrooms." The man pointed again, this time toward the rear of the tavern. "But you gotta sign this first." He thrust a clipboard at her.

She read the paper fastened to the board and looked at the man in puzzlement. "Why do I have to certify that I'm not a member of any law enforcement agency."

"Rules."

"Oh, shit," she exclaimed softly, signing her name in the space provided. "Now may I use the phone?"

The man waved her through, bowing at the waist in an exaggerated manner and sweeping one arm up in the air behind him. Helen stuck out her tongue and headed to the rear of the tavern.

Again, she had to dig in her handbag, this time for coins. After much digging and muttering, she found what she needed and lifted the receiver. And heard nothing. Total silence came from the instrument. The damned thing was out of order and she'd had to pay five dollars to find that out. Now she was really angry. Whirling about, she headed back toward the door, intending to raise hell with the man at the door. Then she noticed the music. And the dancers.

There were two small stages and each was occupied by a go-go dancer. Nude go-go dancers! As naked as the day they were born. Each one dancing away to an audience of one.

Now she understood the ritual at the door. She had heard of such places, but had never been in one. Her anger cooled as she watched the dancers, fascinated by the sight of the two women displaying themselves to men who were most-likely strangers. She had thought she would be repelled by such a sight, but she was intrigued instead. Walking slowly, her eyes darting from one stage to the other, she bumped into the bar.

"May I help you?" a soft feminine voice asked.

Helen turned toward the voice. And came eyeball-to-eyeball with a pair of large, firm, naked breasts. The bartendress was wearing a skimpy G-string and a pair of high-heeled sandals.

"Uh, I, uh...I need to use the phone, but it seems to be out of order."

"It's never been hooked up, dear. There's one in the office you could use. What do you need?" The girl smiled sweetly at Helen, eyeing her up and down.

"My car broke down about a mile up the road. I need to call the auto club."

"They don't come out here. Maybe JJ can help you."

"Who's JJ?"

"The owner of the service station." The girl picked up a phone from under the bar and said into it, "JJ, there's a young lady out here who needs some help with a broken car." Replacing the phone, the girl said to Helen, "Why don't you have a drink? Looks like you could use one. JJ will be right with you."

"Uh, how about a cup of coffee? If you have it."

Helen stared in fascination again as the girl got the coffee. Every movement of her shapely body caused her breasts to bounce and sway. She couldn't keep her eyes off the girl, even when the girl put the coffee in front of her.

The girl smiled again and said, "I'm Carrie. This outfit is something else, isn't it? At least it's not hard to launder." She grinned at the little joke, showing even white teeth. When Helen didn't respond, Carrie continued. "That's a little joke, dear." Then Carrie realized this was the first time Helen had been in such a place. "You've never been in a club like this before, have you? No, you couldn't have been, you look too young to be in bus one.""

Before Helen could reply, another feminine voice behind her said, "You the one who wanted JJ?"

Helen turned around on the bar stool to face yet another woman. At least this one was fully clothed. In a pair of shapeless coveralls that made it difficult to tell that it was a woman. Except for the hair, gathered in a bun behind the woman's head, and the finely-chiseled features.

"Yes, I'm the one. My name's Helen. Helen Harper. My car is down the road about a mile. It just stopped running. Do you think JJ can help me?"

"I'm JJ, dear. And if your car was built in the last fifty years, I can help you. Tell me what happened."

Another surprise for Helen. But this was the day of the liberated woman, wasn't it? Helen related to JJ how the car had acted.

"Well, sounds like either the voltage regulator went bad or the alternator went on the fritz. In either case, the battery ran down. No electricity, no go." JJ could tell by the look on Helen's face that the girl didn't have the faintest notion what JJ was talking about. "But you don't want a lesson in auto mechanics. I'll go get it and we'll see what has to be done."

"Uh, Miss...JJ, I left home without much money. If it's going to cost very much, I don't know how I'm going to pay you, unless you take checks." Helen almost held her breath while waiting for JJ's response. All she needed now was to find out that she couldn't get the damned car repaired.

JJ looked at Helen for several seconds and then said, "Well, you don't look savvy enough to be running a scam on me. Got any kind of credit cards?"

"Just the auto club. I was going to call them, but Carrie said they don't come out here." Helen looked around and added, "Wherever here is."

"Name of the place used to be Victory. Before everybody moved away and most of the houses fell down. Now we just tell folks who're interested that we're by the nine mile post on County road 69. What auto club?"

Helen dug out her auto club card and handed it to JJ.

"That's good. I'm a member of this one. And just about all the others, too. We can charge the repairs to this and you can settle up with them. Which way is your car?"

"Oh, uh, well, this place was on my right as I went by. I got lost in the rain. It's about a mile up the road."

"Okay. You wait here where it's dry and warm. I'll be back in about an hour."

"Won't you need the key?" Helen asked, digging in her handbag again.

"Why? You said it won't run."

"Oh," Helen said, sheepishly, flushing with embarrassment.

JJ patted her on the shoulder and smiled for the first time. To Carrie, JJ said, "Why don't you get her a blanket to put around her. She's going to take cold this way. Besides, she's going to attract more attention than the dancers if she sits here this way. Those wet clothes don't hide that lush body. And give her some brandy to go with the coffee."

Helen looked at herself for the first time since she had entered the tavern. Her wet dress was plastered to her body, fully revealing every feature of her curvaceous body. Her face turned a fiery red.

JJ left and Carrie got a blanket from another room for Helen to put around her shoulders. As she sipped her brandy and coffee, Helen turned so she could watch the dancers again. Their nude bodies drew her attention like a magnet draws iron fillings.

She found that she liked looking at them. There were two different dancers on the stages now. One of them was squatting on her heels, only her hips moving in time with the music. Her knees were spread and the one man sitting at the edge of the stage was leaning forward, his head deep in the girl's crotch. It took a moment for Helen to realize what he was doing.

Turning her head partway toward Carrie, but still keeping her eyes on the girl and man, Helen asked, "Is he really . . . ? "

"Oh, sure," Carrie said, laughing softly. "For a little tip, he can taste her all he wants to."

"But isn't that . . . ? " She seemed to be having trouble finishing her sentences. She was also having some trouble breathing. Normally, at least. She could feel her pulse racing as she watched the man lick the dancer's pussy. Right out in public. There weren't many people around, but still. . .

"Against the law?" Carrie finished for her. "Sure, but we don't have any trouble out here. The sheriff doesn't have enough men to cover the county as it is. That's why you had to sign that sheet at the door saying you're not a member of a law enforcement agency. If you really want to see something, look over to the side at what Betty's doing to that guy she's sitting with."

It wasn't hard to find Betty. She was the only girl sitting at one of the tables. She was one of the dancers who had been on stage when Helen entered. And she was still nude. At first, Helen couldn't see anything unusual. Then, as she peered harder, she saw that one of Betty's hands was under the table. In the man's lap. His fly was open, his hard prick was standing up, and Betty was jacking him off. The girl was calmly smoking a cigarette as her hand stroked up and down the rigid shaft, her palm rubbing across the head of the prick on each up-stroke. The man was leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, lost to everything but the pleasure Betty was giving him.

As Helen watched and sipped her coffee and brandy, Betty worked the cock a little faster. Then a little faster. Faster still. Suddenly, the come burst out of the end of the cock and sprayed the underside of the table and Betty's hand. She kept stroking the cock until it was limp. Then she stuffed it back in the man's pants, wiping the come off her hand and wrist on the inside of the material. Stubbing out her cigarette, Betty rose and left the table. The man sat there, his eyes still closed, savoring his orgasm.

"Oh, wow!" Helen muttered.

"Yeah," Carrie said. "You get to see a lot of things happen in here."

Helen returned her attention to the girl on the stage who was being licked by her audience of one. The girl had abandoned all pretense of dancing now. Her hands were on the floor behind her and she had inched her feet forward until they were on the very edge of the stage. Her head was thrown back, her hips were jerking up against the man's face, and her knees were spread as wide apart as she could get them. It was obvious that she was very close to coming.

Helen was tempted to go over and watch as the man ate the girl's pussy, but she restrained herself. Not only had she never seen a man eat a woman's pussy before, she had never seen a woman come. Including herself. She held her coffee cup in front of her mouth, but she didn't attempt to drink. All her attention was focused on the girl. She wanted to watch her when she came. Wanted to see what a woman looked like when she had an orgasm.

But she was denied that pleasure. JJ returned just when Helen was sure the girl was about to come. JJ followed Helen's eyes, then ignored the scene. She had seen it many times before, and, while it interested her, she had other things on her mind.

"The voltage regulator went out on your car," she told Helen. "You're going to be stuck here until tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest. Have to order one from the city. I don't carry parts for those little foreign jobs. There aren't any motels around here, of course. You can stay overnight with me."

Helen drug her attention away from the stage when JJ started talking to her, clearly disappointed that she wasn't able to see the finish of the action.

"That's nice of you," she said, "but I don't want to be any trouble."

"Well, unless you want to sleep in your car, you'll have to go home with me. But don't worry. I won't bite you. Very hard, anyway." JJ smiled broadly.

So did Carrie. Helen hoped the woman was joking. She did not know what she'd do if the woman made a pass at her. It suddenly dawned on her that's just might happen. The woman was doing a man's job, after all. Maybe she had other ideas that men have, too. As JJ said, however, Helen didn't have much of a choice.

"Come on. Your suitcase is by the door. We'd better get you in some dry clothes. You can tear yourself away from this. We'll come back over tonight and you can really see some action."

Helen reluctantly followed JJ to the door. Both stages were empty as they left the tavern.

JJ's house was more than Helen had expected. It was a big, rambling place with several bedrooms and three bathrooms. JJ showed Helen to one of the bedrooms and put her suitcase on the bed.

"You might want to take a hot shower and rest a while. We will go back to the tavern for dinner. I seldom cook unless I'm having a party. The cook at the tavern isn't the best in the world, but he's okay."

"Oh, okay. I thought that was just a, well, a. . . "

JJ smiled again. She had a pretty smile and liked to make the most of it. "Whatever else goes on there, it's still a tavern," she told Helen. "You don't need to struggle for words. I'm not embarrassed by the place. A girl has to make money someway and at least that's an honest way."

"You own it?" Helen asked in surprise. "And the service station?"

"I own just about everything around here, including most of the land. I bought the station several years ago, when there was still a village here. Then, when everything started closing up, I bought the tavern and a lot of the land. I doubt any of it will ever amount to much, but I'm happy."

"Yeah, that's the important thing. Being happy, I mean. I feel so funny about all of this. I haven't even introduced myself."

"Yes, you did. In the tavern. Your name is also on your credit card, remember. My real name is Julie Jones. That's where the JJ comes from." JJ held out her hand to Helen. "It's nice to meet you; to have someone new drop by now and then."

"I can't thank you enough for the way you've treated me. I'd have been totally lost, and not just as to where I am, if you weren't so nice."

"My pleasure. And don't worry about thanking me. You have already, just by being here. You're nice." JJ started to leave the room. Back over her shoulder she said, "And one hell of a good looking woman." She winked and gave Helen a wicked little smile.

Helen wondered again just what kind of woman JJ was. And then decided not to worry about it. If JJ was the kind of woman who liked other women, Helen thought she could handle that. Hell, it might even turn out to be interesting. Harry certainly hadn't been giving her what she needed.

When the two women returned to the club, there were a few more customers than there had been that afternoon. Still, the place wasn't packed, by any means.

"Do you really make enough money here to live a comfortable life?" Helen asked. "I know that's a personal question, but I hope you don't mind my asking."

"No, I don't mind at all. And the answer is yes. There's a good bit of traffic that helps the station. Also, there are a lot of people living in the woods around here. I also get a lot of business from the towns nearby. There's nothing going on in them, so the folks come out here to add a little spice to their lives. Mostly men, but several women, too. There's a floor show every night. It'll start filling up after while."

The women ate a dinner that was filling and tasty, if not exactly a gourmet meal. Helen saw that a lot of more people had arrived by the time they finished eating. They were having an after dinner drink when the lights dimmed and the spots on the stage nearest the center of the room came one.

The first person on the stage was big for a woman, about five feet, eight inches tall and weighing around one hundred, fifty pounds. There was, however, a full, high bosom clearly visible under the skimpy top. Helen guessed that the breasts would easily fill a 37 inch, D cup bra. If there had been a bra present. The top was a mesh affair that allowed the full nipples to peek out between the mesh. Long brown hair hung down to her waist.

"That's Pat," JJ told Helen. "Our star attraction for tonight. I think you'll be surprised by what happens."

Pat began to dance, her high heels clicking and clacking on the wooden stage. Un-like the dancers Helen had seen earlier who had started out in a tiny bra and skimpy G-string, Pat was wearing a short skirt with the mesh top. As Pat danced, the skirt whirled and whipped around well-rounded, shapely thighs.

Just as Helen began to wonder if Pat was the only attraction, another dancer came on stage. This dancer was nude and it took a moment for Helen to realize that it was a girl and not a young boy. Her breasts were so small that only the nipples showed. And her pussy mound was shaved clean.

"And that's Susie," JJ said softly. "They're a team. They travel around the country giving their little show. They cost me a lot, but I think it'll be worth it."

Susie, a four foot, ten inch blonde, made a good contrast to the size of Pat. Pat quickly removed her top and, cupping her breasts, held them out, first to the audience and then to Susie. Susie accepted the invitation and danced up to Pat, kissing and licking the offered nipples. Susie moved closer to Pat and put her face between the big melons. As Pat squeezed her fleshy tits on each side of Susie's face, Susie put her arms around Pat. Seconds later, Susie danced back away from Pat, carrying the skirt in her hands.

Pat was wearing a pair of scanty panties, but they looked odd somehow to Helen. Brunette pubic hair showed around the top and under the leg bands. But there was a fullness between the thighs that didn't look just right.

Susie danced back to Pat and unsnapped the sides of the panties and pulled them from Pat's full thighs. Then Helen saw what was causing the thickness between the thighs. A long, slender cock hung down between Pat's legs! Pat wasn't a she. Nor a he. Helen had never imagined that such a person even existed in the world.

Helen turned to JJ, her face showing her confusion. "What. . . where . . . ? "

"Told you that you'd be surprised. Pat's a she-male. Bet you thought it was going to be a show where two women make love to each other. Well, that's interesting to watch, but this is more interesting. When word of this gets around, this place will be packed every night." JJ smiled her wicked little smile again.

Pat and Susie continued to dance together. Pat's long cock was still limp and it bounced and swayed along with the big tits sticking out from Pat's chest. The sight was enough to boggle the mind of even the most jaded watcher.

Then Susie started playing with the slender cock. Her tiny hands seemed lost on the length of the member. She held the cock out to the audience, showing them the full length. Then she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the rounded head to the audience. As she played, the prick began to harden. Dropping to her knees, Susie ran her tongue and lips along one side of the long dong until her face was in Pat's pubic hair, then did the same thing along the other side. Pat and Susie had the full attention of the audience now.

Pat pinched and pulled her nipples while Susie played with the prick. The little blonde took the cockhead in her mouth, sucking it like a kid with a long stick of candy.

Helen was fascinated, not only by the way Pat was built, but also with Susie's cocksucking. That afternoon, she had watched a man eating a woman's pussy, and now she was getting to watch a woman suck a cock, both firsts for her. She felt her own pussy getting moist as her eyes drank in the scene on the stage.

When Susie had gotten the cock as hard as it was going to get, she turned her back to Pat and offered her tiny ass. Pat ran the cockhead up and down the crack between Susie's little buttocks and then bent Susie over. There was a deep sigh from the audience as they realized where Pat was going to put that lengthy tube of flesh.

And that was exactly where it went. Straight up Susie's bung hole, sliding in inch by inch until all twelve slim inches of it was buried in the little girls' ass.

"Oh, my God!" Helen exclaimed. "That thing looks too long for her to take all of it. It'll come out her mouth!"

"Don't worry about her," JJ replied. "She gets it there every night. After a while, a woman gets used to that and can take it there just as easily as she can take it in her pussy. I should know. Isn't this some show?"

"If...well...interesting, to say the least. I've never seen anything like it." Helen's breathing was shallow and fast. Her pulse was pounding so hard she was sure JJ could hear it. The crotch of her panties wasn't just damp; it was soaked. She wondered how she was going to get through the night without some sexual relief of her own. "When she gets it like that, does she come?" Helen blurted out the last sentence without thinking. But she wanted to know; wanted to watch another woman come.

"Watch and see."

Helen did just that. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the salicioius scene. Pat now had the full length of the prick shoved up Susie's asshole. As they fucked, the odd pair turned slowly so the audience could see every detail of the action.

At first, Susie had had her hands on her knees, supporting her upper body. Then, as the fucking got better, she slid one hand between her legs and ran two fingers into her little slit to play with her clit. Between the cock in her ass and the fingers on her clit, Susie didn't last long. Her face screwed up in ecstasy. Pat held onto her hips, supporting the tiny blonde as she went into her orgasm twitching.

Helen could imagine herself in place of Susie, getting screwed up the ass until she came. She wanted desperately to put a hand between her own legs in an attempt to ease the ache that throbbed in her pussy and clit. And to come when Susie did. But she was too shy to do it. She knew, however, that she was going to have to masturbate for the first time in her life before she could get to sleep that night.

Susie jerked and bucked through her orgasm, her fingers mauling her clit while the long dong prodded her ass. Pat gave no indication of having come yet. After Susie's orgasm began to subside, she and Pat moved slowly apart, letting the prick slide out of the little girl's ass inch by inch, the same way it had gone in.

Susie turned around, grasped the cock, and started masturbating it with both hands. Just before Pat came, Susie knelt again and let the hot sperm shoot into her face. The white globs of come dribbled down her face and dripped off her chin.

Then the stage went dark. Chairs scuffled as the audience moved around and uttered a collective sigh.

JJ said to Helen, "Why don't we go back to the house and have a night-cap? You must be tired after your long day."

Helen was anything but tired at the moment. Her nerves were tingling and her heart was still beating like jungle drums. But JJ's suggestion was welcome. She had to get out of the tavern and back to her bedroom where she could do something about the ache in her pussy.

"I'm going to get out of this dress," JJ said as they entered the house. "Then I'll make some coffee to go with some fine cognac I have. You can use a nice strong drink, can't you?" Again she smiled her wicked little smile.

"Oh, uh, yeah, that would be nice," Helen managed to say. Her mind was so inflamed with sexual thoughts she didn't know what she was saying.

"Did you like the show?'" JJ asked, handing Helen a balloon glass of cognac. She also served coffee to go along with the brandy. She had changed into a light blue robe with nothing underneath. When she stood a certain way, it was easy for Helen to see that her lush, nude body was the only thing under the robe. For the first time, Helen noticed that JJ was a full-bodied, buxom woman. It was also obvious that she was a real redhead. The thick pubic hair was only one shade darker than the hair on her head, which, now that she had taken it out of the bun, reached all the way to her waist. Helen knew that men would find JJ very attractive indeed. She certainly did.

"That little show seemed to really get to you," JJ said softly. "If I had to make a guess, I'd say you're either sexually repressed or neglected."

"Both, I think, would be correct," Helen found herself replying. She didn't normally talk to strangers about intimate things, but she felt so comfortable with this woman. Besides, they had just witnessed a very erotic show and Helen was still feeling the effects of it. Very much. "I haven't had much experience. And my husband, Harry, doesn't. . . well, he . . . "

"Uh-huh. He thinks only of himself and to hell with your feelings and needs. Right?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I was there once. Did everything I could to get the bastard to change. When he wouldn't, I walked out. The only thing I regret about that is that he had a cock about like Pat's. Only thicker. And it got harder."

"I noticed that Pat's didn't seem to get very hard. Why is that?"

"Something about hormones, I guess. He, or she, whichever is right, started out as a regular man and then took hormone shots to grow those big tits. Guess that made it difficult for him, or her, I never know which gender to use, to get a real hard on. I sampled it yesterday, and wasn't all that satisfied with it."

"Oh, you mean you and he, Pat, did it?"

"Well, if you can call it that. We tried, anyway. Or at least I did. Pat prefers to fuck guys in the ass. That's why his companion looks so much like a boy. That kind of show won't go over with a regular audience, though. With a boy, I mean. Anyway, that's all he/she wanted to do with me. I can take it in the ass easily enough. God knows, I should be able to, after taking my ex-husband there all the time while we were married. That's all he wanted to do, too. But I'm not wild about doing only that. I like my pussy serviced, too."

"Oh, I thought maybe you were . . . "

"Lesbian? Lots of people think that because of the work I do. It's to my advantage to let them think it. If I want a man, I can show him that I like to swing both ways."

"I don't understand what you mean by that."

"What? That I swing both ways? Means I like boys and girls. Lots of women do, but they don't advertise it. A lot of women, and even some men, get turned off by the thought of a woman eating pussy. Or some men say they do. I strongly suspect they like to watch two women make love, but won't admit it for some silly reason. I've also met several women who hollered long and loud about not wanting another woman to touch them. Until it happened. Then they couldn't get enough of it. I say that no matter how well a man eats pussy, I can do it better."

Helen was silent. She didn't know what to say. JJ seemed so open with her about liking women. Did that mean that JJ wanted her? Was JJ sending a signal and was now waiting to see what Helen would do about it?

"Does that surprise you?" JJ asked. "To find out that I like to get it on with women?"

"Well, to be truthful, I think it surprises me to find out that you like men. I was sure you were a...that you liked only women."

"And yet you came to my house without an argument. Does that mean that you're interested in me?"

"I'm not really sure, JJ. At first, I was going to tell you no when you invited me to stay with you.

Then I changed my mind, but I don't know why. I don't have any experience to tell me what to do."

"I think you're looking for experience. Or experiences. Lots of them. You're what? Nineteen? Twenty? And you have a husband who doesn't take care of you. How long have you been married?"

"I'm nineteen. And I've married six months." Helen continued, telling JJ all about the sexual problem between her and her husband.

JJ listened in silence as the young woman talked, letting her get it all out of her system. She refilled the coffee cups once and the brandy snifters twice while Helen was talking.

When Helen was finished, JJ stood in front of the young wife and asked, "Do you want me to take off the robe, Helen? Do you want me to bare my body for you? Would you like to look at it? Maybe touch it?"

Helen had never in her life felt as she did at that moment. She could see that beautiful body under the robe and she did want to see it naked. And, yes, she wanted to touch it, too. Wanted to do everything this woman suggested and ease that terrible ache in her groin. An ache that had started long ago and had gotten worse tonight.

"Yes. Yes, I want to do anything and everything," she whispered huskily, "i want to come for the first time in my life."

JJ let the robe fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, as Helen had known they would be, and the luxuriant patch of red hair in her crotch covered her lower belly and went down along her shapely thighs. Helen's eyes were drawn there, but she couldn't see anything but the hair swirling down into JJ's ass. Yet

JJ smiled at Helen and began fondling her breasts, saying, "I'll do this to myself until you get up the courage to do it for me. Don't you want to get undressed, too? I want to see your lovely body naked. Want to touch it, to taste it, to do things to it that will make you feel wonderful."

Without a word, Helen stood and rapidly tore her clothes from her body. When she was nude, JJ looked her up and down carefully.

"You are beautiful, Helen. Absolutely gorgeous. I get hot just looking at you. If I was a man, my cock would be so hard I could punch a hole in steel with it. As it is, my clit's hard and throbbing. We're going to have a wonderful time."

JJ pulled Helen to her and put her arms around the younger woman. The feel of the older woman's breasts and pussy hair rubbing against her made Helen's blood race.

JJ positioned herself so their vaginas were touching and began a grinding motion. The two women were almost the same height, so neither had to get into an uncomfortable position. Helen opened her legs and put her arms around the redhead's neck and held on tightly. They stood there, their pussies rubbing together, their passions building.

Helen's breathing became faster and shallower, the more JJ rubbed. She was shivering all over, but not for being cold. She was having feelings, sensations, that she had never in her life felt. She was sure she could feel the redhead's clit rubbing her own. Hers was certainly hard enough; prominent enough for JJ's to be touching it.

"Do you like it?" the twenty-five old redhead whispered. "Do you like the feel of my pussy rubbing on your? Does it excite you as much as it does me?" That last question was hardly necessary. JJ could feel the way Helen was shivering with excitement and anticipation.

"Oh, yes!" Helen breathed. "Oh, God, yes, it excites me! I want to come, JJ. God, how I want to come! I want to learn everything you can teach me. I want you to make me come and come and come, until I can't stand it. I've never wanted anything so much in my life."

JJ chuckled and rubbed her hands over Helen's back and ass, lifting her buttocks in her palms, kneading and massaging them, pulling the young woman's pussy tighter to her own. Her big, fat clit was on fire as it rubbed against Helen's. She could feel that Helen's was already sopping wet. Her tongue tingled as she thought of getting it into the young woman's pussy. The first woman to do that. Perhaps even the first person to do that. She didn't often get this excited about fucking another woman. Cocks were really her love. But some unknown force had brought this young almost-virgin to her and she was going to thoroughly enjoy teaching her how to come.

Slipping a hand between their bodies, JJ ran her finger up and down Helen's wet slit, surprised at how hot it was. Helen was as ready as she was. Grinding her tits into Helen's, JJ tickled Helen's clit lightly and felt her shudder hard. It was time.

"Let's go to the bedroom," JJ muttered, pulling away from Helen and taking her hand. "Let's go where we can be very comfortable while we fuck. You'll get to come all you want to before the night is over. I'm so eager to fuck you I can hardly wait."