Chapter 14
A deep groan was forced from Phoebe's lips. Her throat jerked and a trickle of saliva slid from the corner of her mouth. Oh, Nadine! She gripped the girl's face between her well-fleshed thighs and felt the small, pointed tongue flicker tantalizingly on her enlarged clitoris. How did she know so much? "Deeper," she groaned and felt the tongue probe inside her. That damned cunt-slitted maid taught her plenty! "Open it with your fingers," she hissed to Nadine, writhing in frustration, "open my cunt, you stupid bitch!" It had been so long, she told herself. That was why she was so worked up, so nervy, so agonizingly unsatisfied. How long was it since she had been satisfied, really satisfied? She tried to work it out as she twisted her body. It must be four months. Four months! It was with the girl who used to be in forty-one, she remembered. She could feel the small thrills beginning now. Nadine was doing as she was told. "Press it," she gritted, "press the lips open, Nadine. Oh, darling, that's right ... deeper, Nadine! Deeper you little fool!" She bit her lip with her frenzy of near but incomplete release. She squeezed tightly with her thighs until Nadine moaned softly and tried to wriggle her head free. "Do it right," Phoebe grated, "or I'll-I'll, Nadine, I'm coming ... hold there-suck-suck harder, you darling ... oh, suck me you little fool, Nadine, suck, you bitch-deeper! Ooh, deeper-Aagh ... !"
Her vulva jerked spasmodically, the lips of her vagina opened, shut, sucked, clutched at Nadine's lips. Then her cunt spewed fluid, the wet stickiness sliding onto Nadine's lips.
The little girl tried to draw her face away, but-
"No, Nadine, stay." Phoebe's body jerked as she reached down with an intense effort, clutched Nadine's head, twined her fingers in the soft, blonde hair, thrust Nadine's mouth hard against her spewing cunt and mouthed, "Keep your lips parted, Nadine, darling. I'm coming, dear, you sweet, little bitch. Keep your mouth open. It's me, darling, it's me. You can feel me oozing into you, darling. Ooh, Nadine-I-I love you, you bitch, I love you!" The jerking, spurting cunt twitched upward. Phoebe released her thigh grip upon Nadine's face and her body twisted over, rolled off the settee onto the floor. Then Phoebe lay, face down and Nadine stared at the undulating blobs of Phoebe's fleshy buttocks as she spewed the last dregs of her love-lust juice onto the expensive pile.
Nadine stroked her face where it had been gripped so fiercely; her skin felt bruised and sore. She looked down, watched Phoebe's bottom writhing, saw the cleft between the white mountains appearing then disappearing. Suddenly, she stealthily dropped onto the floor, crawled behind Phoebe, waited until the massive cheeks had risen, parted, then thrust her small forefinger deeply into Phoebe's rising star. Phoebe gave a penetrating squeal, her thighs vibrated wildly and her feet beat upon the floor. Then deep, guttural groans welled from her throat. Nadine lay beside her. Phoebe turned her head, "Oh, you sweet, dear, little bitch! How did you know that I'd love that?"
Nadine thrust her educated finger deeply into Phoebe's tight anal canal and murmured gently, "Wanda liked it and I like it." She kissed the side of Phoebe's face and finished, "I thought you'd like it too!"
Phoebe grunted with pleasure, thrust her cunt against the carpet, pushed her anus up to meet the small, plunging finger again and murmured, "I-I like it Nadine because it's so different, it's so-" she sighed.
Nadine smiled, pressed her stiff finger in again then suggested, "Because it's so nice?"
Phoebe gave a deep sigh, then admitted. "Uuum, Nadine, it is ... nice!"