Chapter 3
Liz said nothing for almost a full minute. She sat stunned, not knowing what to say. She knew about lesbian sex the same way she knew about sex in general -- mostly from college classes in human behavior, or reading in books. The timid, normally quite reserved young teacher had never been tempted to try it. Not until now.
Her brush with death, the mental replay of her dull life and a strange, not totally satisfying encounter with John Sylver underwater had stripped away most of her prudish inhibitions. She lounged in the tub with eyes closed, looking dreamy and detached, luxuriating in the warmth of the whirlpool bath.
After what seemed like an hour of deep contemplation she said very softly, "I -- I've never done anything like that before."
Maureen waited, wise enough not to rush the shy and stunning young teacher. Then she replied smoothly, "I didn't think you had."
"I don't think it's normal, do you?" Liz ventured in a weak voice.
"What's normal?" Maureen asked her. "I'm not planning to give up men, if that's what you mean. But why shouldn't women also enjoy each other?"
"Why indeed?" Liz said after the longest time. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at the voluptuous redhead relaxing beside her in the opposite lobe of the heart-shaped tub. "My mother has lovers of both sexes," she after more contemplation.
"Does she?" Maureen's depthless, sea-green eyes looked brighter. The arm she had circling Liz at the shoulders drew a little tighter, easing them close. Just the tip of the indented heart-shape was between them.
"I always thought it was shameful," the teacher said flatly. "I've tried hard to be more... more a proper young lady."
"That's odd," Maureen said. "My mother was so strict and such a prude. She only had sex with my father, and didn't do that very often. 'A wife's duty,' she called it. I was eighteen before she let me go out with a guy."
"What happened?" Liz asked. Sharing their past experiences drew them closer.
"Well, Mom told me all the things he might try to do. You know, kissing and whispering love words in my ear -- " She kissed Liz on the cheek and nuzzled her long, dark mink-brown hair aside. Maureen's soft, moist lips brushed her ear. "I wasn't supposed to allow any of that."
Liz felt her skin tingle. Maureen languidly tongued into the shell-pink hollow of her ear and filled it with her warm breath. "And I wasn't supposed to let any boy touch my breasts," the redhead went on confidentially.
Maureen's free hand was lathered with soap. It swept across the young teacher's firm, sharp tits, gliding smoothly on a film of scented soap bubbles. Her middle finger teased around the nipples and made Liz heave an anxious moan.
"But someone did," the teacher guessed.
"Nope!" Maureen tweaked her nipples and tongued into her ear again. "I didn't allow any of that stuff. I just got the guy's dick out and sat on it in ,the front seat of an old Chevy" They both giggled like kids discussing a raid on the cookie jar. "I fucked on my first date and I fucked on all the rest. I was the most popular girl in my senior class." Maureen broke off laughing softly.
"Your Mom didn't know what you were doing?"
"Never even suspected. She thought guys were all after me because I was a `nice' girl. Nice and easy is what I was. But Mom thought I was still a virgin when I married a millionaire."
"Did -- did Paul know?"
"Of course he knew. I was his secretary. I'd been taking dick -- tation from him for six months." Maureen twirled the teacher's tingling nipples again, puffing the arm around her tight enough to reach them both at once.
"Hhhooo!" Liz sighed and sucked in a deep breath that swelled her breasts in Maureen's soapy hands.
"Paul knew, and he didn't mind?"
"Why should he? Paul had dozens of women before me. We got married because I was the best. I taught him a thing or two." Maureen kept one arm around Liz, reaching beneath her arm to feel tit and twiddle her rigid nipple. The other hand slid under the swirling bathwater and dropped into her lap.
"Teach me," Liz moaned, spreading her long, shapely legs to let Maureen's teasing fingers reach her twat slit.
"You bet I will, baby! You've got a lot of wasted time to make up for." She probed between the teacher's taut, trembling cuntlips and circled her clit.
"Unnngh! I know." Tears misted in her eyes as Liz moaned, leaning back to relish the woman's tantalizing touch. "I came with John the first time, but that wasn't enough."
"There's no such thing as enough," Maureen said with assurance. She took a deep breath and dropped her head beneath the surface.
"Hhhaaaa!" Liz gasped. Maureen went down like a diver, leaving a swirl of fiery red hair on top of the rippling bathwater. She kissed and sucked the teacher's pussy and stroked between its quivering lips with her lapping tongue.
Liz felt jarring shocks of pleasure that made her lithe body tense and tremble from head to toe. She gasped in delight and dipped her hands under Maureen's chest to fondle the creamy big tits that made her so curious and so envious when they first met.
She twirled Maureen's plump nipples between her thumbs and first fingers, sighing in rapture when she felt them swell hard. Bubbles of lost breath streamed up from the redhead's cunt sucking lips -- those were the sounds of anxious grunts and moans that could not be heard.
For an idle moment, Liz wondered if she were destined to have thrilling sex underwater all the time. Maureen tongued her clit so expertly that it sparked like a broken high voltage line.
Liz sighed and squirmed, arching her back and spreading her legs wide as she could. Maureen licked and then fucked into her with a wiggling tongue. It was smaller, but so much more lively than John Sylver's cock. The sultry redhead touched nerves that Liz did not know she had.
The teacher's newly discovered desires all flared. She arched and pumped her hips to meet Maureen's thrusting tongue. It barely touched the fresh wound of her torn cherry, but the exposed nerves all responded sharply. It was thrilling pain and pleasure combined. Liz came to a wonderful climax just a moment before Maureen ran out of breath.
She was still gasping and squealing when the redhead surfaced and gulped air. "I'll do even better on the bed," she said. "Let's get out and get dry."
"B-b-better?" Liz moaned. She could not imagine an orgasm better than one that left ecstatic aftershocks still rippling when she climbed out of the heart-shaped tub.
"Much better," Maureen promised. "And on the bed we can suck each other."
"Oooh, I -- I don't think I can do that." Liz felt vaguely repulsed but excited by the idea at the same time. All of her emotions seemed tangled as the snarl of invisible fishing line that drew her into this adventure to start with.
Maureen took two fleecy white towels from a bathroom cabinet and said, "You dry me... I'll dry you." They did that, sharing a kind of adoring intimacy Liz never thought she'd have with another woman -- especially one she did not like much at first.
Wherever she touched the bountiful redhead's ripe body she could not help thinking John Sylver had touched her too. He must have kissed and sucked her beautiful big boobs, and maybe he'd eaten her plump, fiery-haired pussy.
In the bedroom, Maureen took a pair of blow-dryers from a drawer. They dried and brushed each other's hair. "I wish mine would grow this long," the redhead said wistfully. "Paul and John both go wild for women with long hair -- "
"Oooh?" Liz said. She felt a rushing surge of warmth and a lingering chill at the same moment. She remembered Maureen saying John would like to watch her with another woman. Liz felt more reckless and daring than ever before, but she wasn't ready for that.
"Lie down on the bed," Maureen said in a breathy deep voice when they were both dry and had their hair brushed and smooth and soft as shimmering silk.
Liz swallowed the last of her shy reservations and stretched out on the bed. The soft warmth of black mink stroked her back. She sighed and squirmed to enjoy the sensuous pleasure of luxury so elegant it seemed almost obscene. The sleek, soft touch of rich fur below and the sparkling clear mirror above. Liz looked up at her smiling reflection and shyly stroked her own breasts, lazing her hands around the firm cone shapes while her thumbtips teased her nipples hard.
Then she slid both hands down the rippled plain of her belly and caressed her own creamy smooth thighs, purring and stirring with the delights of self-stimulation. She gazed into the round mirror over the bed and said, "I couldn't do this with the men watching. I'd die of fright."
Maureen climbed up on the bed with her. "That's an odd thing to be afraid of. You nearly drown then almost get eaten by a shark, but you worry about men watching two women make love?"
Liz smiled seductively at her reflection in the ceiling mirror and slowly whirled a finger around her tingling clit bud. "Silly, isn't it?"
"I think so." Maureen turned on hands and knees so that her head faced the teacher's feet. The redhead straddled her and leaned down to nuzzle Liz's hands away from her simmering cunt slit. "If you want to tease pussy, tease mine." She straddled the shy teacher's head as she spoke.
"Hungh?" Liz said with a questioning moan. Even with the two of them alone, she wasn't sure she could do it. She felt the blushing heat of shame, staring up at the soft-lipped slit of Maureen's buttery cunt.
Her legs were spread so that Liz could see the smaller and moist inner lips -- pink folds of woman flesh that dripped warm honey and reeked with heady musk. "Kiss it like you would a man's mouth," Maureen said.
"A man with a curly red beard?" Liz chuckled, starting to loosen up.
"Yeah... unnngh! That's the way!" Maureen felt the warmth of quivering lips kiss her twat and pressed down. Liz licked and sucked and stroked with her tongue.
A sharp, bitter-sweet taste filled her mouth. It was like warm honey mixed with moldy old cheese. Maureen gave a breathy moan and bowed her head down.
She sucked and thrust with her tongue like a wanton, nibbling her lips on the teacher's clit. "Aaagggh!" Liz gasped, arching back and tossing her head between Maureen's supple thighs.
Liz found that she liked the taste of cunt. She sighed and took another lick. "It's not as sticky as a man's cum," she said.
"Oooh? You know about that?"
"John came in my mouth before we fucked," Liz said. It was part of a shameful confession, part an expression of female pride. Something compelled her to let Maureen know she was not a totally shy and innocent recluse.
"Well, then dig your tongue a little deeper. You might get another taste of his cum. We fucked just before he went over the side for this morning's dive."
"Hhhmmm... I never would have guessed. He got so hard and hot for me, even in the cold water."
"On dry land he'd have balled your brains out," Maureen said in a murmur with lips and hot breath both teasing the teacher's twat. "You should have seen him the first time with my little sister."
"Your -- your sister?" Liz croaked.
"She just turned eighteen. Long John's big cock was my birthday present. We had a party last night and he fucked her until dawn."
"Oooh, Jeeezus!" Liz winced and felt her heart sink like a stone. The man who brought life to all her romantic fantasies had been fucking a teenager the night before? Things aboard this splendid white yacht were even more bizarre than she thought.
Maureen licked her pussy and said, "I wanted Sally to start with a man who knows what he's doing."
"How... kind ,of you." Liz felt like biting Maureen's plump juicy clit off just for spite.
"Isn't love supposed to be learning to share?"
Liz answered distantly, "I don't know what love is any more."
"Then let me show you. I love to eat cunt and make a woman cum!" Maureen buried her face between the teacher's long legs and thrust deep with her tongue.
"Hhhaaagggh!" Liz felt the surging tremors of another climax twist and tangle her thoughts in a whirlpool of confusion. Seething jealousy gave away to raw pleasure. She rasped and moaned, bucking her hips in a writhing fury of rampant desire.
The redhead pressed her splayed crotch over Liz's gaping mouth and growled, "Eat me! Make me cum with you!"
"Mummmph! Unnngh!" Liz sucked and speared her tongue into Maureen's buttery hole, sharing lewd pleasure she could not begin to understand, unleashing raw passion she didn't know she had.
The lewd bitch riding her face was a shameless wanton. She fucked other men while her husband was watching, and pandered away her sister's purity. Liz thought that made her mother's shameless affairs seem almost saintly, but she felt strangely excited by the unthinkable perversion she'd blundered into.
Liz licked and sucked red furred pussy like a lewd fiend, jabbing and twisting and wiggling her tongue just to see how much perverted pleasure Maureen could stand.
"Grungh! Hhhaaa... Whooo-wheee!" the redhead wailed. "God damn, I can't believe you never ate cunt before. Make me cum, Liz. Oooh, God... make me cum hard all over your face. Fuck your tongue into me!"
The two of them bucked and thrashed on the round bed spread with luxurious black mink, climaxing together three times in rapid succession. Each orgasm came harder and lasted longer than the one before.
When it was done and they both lay gasping side-by-side on their backs, smiling up at the round mirror over the bed, Liz caught her breath and said. "That was great... but I couldn't have done it with anyone else in the room."
Maureen grinned and licked the last traces of sultry fuck honey off her lips. "Do you mind watching yourself in the mirror?" she asked softly.
"Uh, n-n-no. That's all right, I guess."
"Good, because I'm ready to fuck clit!" Maureen rolled over and straddled Liz at the hips. Smiling down on the teacher's pretty face, she pumped her hips and made fuck motions like a man.
It seemed pointless -- not obscene, just silly. And then their clits touched. Maureen's thick, stubby clit sparked searing hot shocks of pleasure into Liz like a fleshly little lightning bolt.
Staring up at the mirror, Liz watched her delighted eyes widen. Maureen humped and rammed down, writhing and twisting to keep their clits in contact. Liz arched her back off the silky mink and whirled her hips to increase the joyous shocks of delight that came from all-female fucking.
"Oooh, God! It feels so good!" the teacher wailed in a shrilling high voice. "Fuck me, you beautiful bitch! Fuck me hard and make me cum!"
Maureen obliged her with quick jack-hammering clit thrusts that made them both gasp and then hold their breath. Liz watched herself in the mirror. She clamped her hands on the woman's back and raked her soft flesh with sharp nails.
It seemed odd to watch her own wanton response to thrilling lewd pleasure -- but better than watching her dull life when it flashed before her eyes. They came to a glorious orgasm, grunting and moaning and grinding their hot cuts together like two sparking high voltage wires.
It took Liz even longer to catch her breath after that. She stared up at the mirror and sighed curiously. "Do -- do you think John would really get hot for me watching something like that?"
Maureen was sprawled limp on her back close beside Liz, both smiling up at their reflection of weary rapture and mutual bliss. "I'd be willing to bet he's been watching," she said cautiously.
Liz snapped her head up and looked around the cabin, tense until she saw they were still alone in the room. Maureen pulled her back and kissed Liz on the ear, teasing it with her impish tongue while Liz gazed into the mirror.
"That's not exactly a mirror -- " she said with a sly twinkle lighting her lustrous green eyes. " -- it's one-way glass."