Chapter 8
It was blackmail, not seduction-for after all, Melanie had not so much as touched Belinda-and yet, as she took her clothing off and watched the dark woman do the same, Belinda did not feel at all that she had been coerced into compliance with the bisexual scheme. It was not a matter of forcing herself into a distasteful situation to reap the benefits, not in the slightest. Belinda wanted to. The fact that she had a valid excuse took away her inhibitions and gave her a reason to go ahead with it so that she was not troubled by hesitation and figured she would not, later, suffer misgivings and regrets for what she had done. And the fact that Melanie was not a dyed-inthe-wool dyke helped, as well, manifesting the fact that just because a girl made love to another girl, it did not necessarily mean she was truly homosexual.
Those were rational excuses.
But there was another reason, and a stronger one. Belinda had to smile ruefully as she admitted it to herself. The main reason was the simple one-she wanted to.
Melanie sinuously unwound her lithe body from the lounging pajamas, standing in front of the couch. She wore nothing beneath and, stark-naked, she posed before Belinda. Belinda gazed at her, not attempting to conceal her fascination. Although she had often seen women nude before, this was the first time she had ever looked at a naked woman as a sexual partner and she was intrigued. Concentrating on Melanie, her own hands began to fumble inefficiently with her clothing. Melanie noticed the blonde's interest and she smiled.
She began to move slightly, swaying, putting her body on display.
Her tits were not overly large, but they were firm, thrusting mounds, capped by large, dark nipples. She arched her willowy torso, pushing her breasts out. Her long black hair fell over. the slope of one delicious boob, like a veil; the stiff nipple peeked through the strands.
Belinda could see why men liked to suck tits.
Her eyes drifted lower.
Melanie's pubic thatch was jet-black and bushy, a large triangle thrusting out on her plump mound, in startling contrast to her smooth, ivory flesh. A slender line of hair ran up her belly to her deep navel. She was holding her hips back as she pushed her knockers out, so that her loins were sort of tucked in and her trim, round ass jutted out behind; now, seeing Belinda's eyes move downward she pushed her belly out and let her slender thighs part.
Belinda looked between her legs and saw that her cunt was wet and open. The pink lips had unfurled, and her slot was an ivory pool amidst her dark pubic glen. Her clitoris was as long and stiff as her nipples.
Despite herself, unable to conceal her fascination, Belinda gave a little whimper of passion at the juicy vista poised before her intrigued gaze.
Melanie smiled happily.
She was delighted with Belinda's reactions-though hardly surprised, for she had long ago learned that even the most heterosexual of women will gladly leap into the frolics of lesbianism if given the excuse.
Now she turned slowly through a full circle, letting Belinda admire her naked body from all angles; pausing in profile, spinning to display her taut, juicy rear end, then turning full front again. She ran her hand over her belly, cupped her tits, moved her fingertips up the flesh of her inner thigh.
"You're lovely...." Belinda whispered.
Melanie gestured for Belinda to finish undressing. Belinda continued to stare at the dark woman as she did so, removing her white blouse. Melanie's eyes seemed to catch fire as she saw the blonde's big, succulent tits. Belinda pulled her leather skirt down, hiking her ass cheeks up from the couch to allow it to pass beneath her. Wearing only her sodden panties, she sat with her legs apart. Steam drifted from her wet crotch. The two women stared at each other in joyful anticipation.
"Beautiful...." Melanie murmured.
She was licking her lips.
Suddenly Belinda realized to her surprise that she, too, was licking her lips. But she did not stop and she wasn't ashamed-for why should she be embarrassed in front of a woman who had already professed to an enjoyment of cunnilingus?
Belinda started to remove her panties.
"No ... let me do that," Melanie suggested.
She sank to her knees in front of Belinda. Her fingertips slowly caressed up the inside of the girl's spread thighs, then up the crease where they joined her torso, not yet making contact with her quim. She hooked her digits under the elastic band of Belinda's panties, but did not draw them down yet. She moved closer, sighing and panting. Belinda's panties were molded to her cunt, sucked right up the crack. Melanie began to blow on the blonde girl's crotch. She blew on her as if cooling some tasty morsel that was too hot to eat, but the effect was more as if she were applying a bellows to a fire; Belinda's twat began to melt with fiery lust.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...." she gasped, manifesting her desire, letting Melanie know what she wanted without actually begging for it. She pushed her pert bottom up and her crotch moved closer to Mrs. Granville's eager face.
Melanie slowly pulled her panties down over her upthrust hips, then down her quivering ass and arched thighs. She drew them from her feet and, holding them up to her face, inhaled the musky aroma of the girl's cuntal juice. Her tongue flashed; she was lapping the cream from Belinda's panties.
Belinda whimpered urgently.
She slid her hand down over her mount of Venus and dipped her fingers into her ultra-moist pussy; spreading the labia open, she offered herself to Melanie.
Melanie tossed the panties aside; her dark hair swirled and her face was a mask of passion as she looked at the juicy feast before her. She was salivating heavily and panting desperately.
She tore her eyes away from that steaming gash and looked into Belinda's face.
"Suck me off," Belinda mouthed.
Melanie gave a happy sigh, paused for a final moment, a last second's enjoyment of the expectation, and then she lowered her drooling mouth to Belinda's snatch....
Melanie was right, thought the overheated Belinda.
Women did it better than men.
And Melanie did it best of all.
Melanie used only the tip of her tongue, at first. She tapped the pink end against Belinda's inflamed nugget of lust and fluttered it in her juicy hole. Then, pushing her licker farther out and flattening it, she began to lap up the slot, tracing the cunt lips and flaring over the clitoris with long, wet slurps. She rested her chin on the edge of the couch so that her face was a steady sucking platform. She lapped lower, so that she was tonguing Belinda from asshole to clitoris with long, fluid strokes. Her tongue was talented, nimble and skilled; it swept over the blonde girl's superheated crotch with a steady rhythm that ignited the girl's loins incandescently.
"Ummm ... ummm ... ummm...." Melanie murmured, expressing her appreciation of the creamy delicacy.
"Ahhh ... ohhh ... oooh...." Belinda responded, as the nimble tongue thrilled her to the core.
Melanie began to tongue-fuck her then, stabbing her stiffened lingua right up into her vertical slit.
Belinda writhed and squirmed; her smooth thighs clamped over the dark woman's face, parted wide, closed again; she could not decide which way felt better, to have the busily lapping face clamped to her cunt or to have her thighs wide apart, giving Melanie free rein to frolic in the creamy pot.
Melanie began to use her lips as well as her tongue, fitting her mouth to Belinda's love box, her parted lips molded to the girl's vaginal lips like a suction cup. She began to suck steadily while her tongue continued to stab into her slot.
She blew her fiery breath right up the hot depths, then sucked out. As she did so, she pulled a thick dollop of cunt juice back into her mouth.
Belinda's legs continued to open and close; her hands moved down, stroking Melanie's buried head, drifting down her graceful, arched neck, moving in to diddle her own clitoris and spread her pussy open against Melanie's oral cavern.
Melanie cupped Belinda's backside, drawing her closer, tilting her twat up as she drank from it. She spread her butt cheeks apart and fingered her asshole; she moved her hands up to fondle her fat tits, but that manual play was just a secondary effect; she was totally absorbed in sucking.
"Come...." she whispered, mouthing the word right up into Belinda's cunt, making the blonde feel it more than hear it. "Come for me ... come in my mouth ... come, come, come...." She was wild with desire, half-crazed by the joy of eating out a juicy pussy, abandoned to her lust. She had gone suck-crazy on Belinda's clit; her tongue was stabbing in a fury as it sped in and out of the slippery slash; her dark head ground from side to side, working her whole face around in Belinda's steaming, juice-filled crotch.
"Oh, I'm going to...." Belinda wailed.
The thrill spun through her, swirled in her belly and ran like an electric shock up her thighs. Her snatch had started to turn to cream.
Melanie's tongue cupped and delved up Belinda's hole, spooning out sex sauce; her lips pulled voraciously, sucking out a heavier dose of succulent joy juice. Her mouth was filling up with cuntal nectar and she swallowed it down with a gasp of ecstasy and sucked for another mouthful of the wonderful stuff.
She held Belinda's twat wide open with her digits and seemed to be trying to push her entire head up inside that creaming love box as she milked her hungrily.
Shuddering and moaning, Belinda hovered at the peak of all sensation for long, wondrous moments, swept by thrill after thrill, lost to the bliss of coming.
At last-for now-she was drained.
She sank down onto the cushions and extended her long, well-formed legs out beyond Melanie. Melanie continued to tongue and suck merrily away, wanting every drop. She looked up at Belinda, the top of her face level with the blonde's mount of Venus and the lower half still buried. Belinda smiled down at her; Melanie's eyes were flashing, and her mouth still munched away.
Finally, reluctantly, she had to admit that Belinda had finished climaxing.
Giving the empty sex box a final loving slurp, Melanie drew away and sat back on her heels.
"God, that was delicious," she applauded verbally.
"I loved it," Belinda seconded the emotion. She giggled impishly.
"I'm so glad that you blackmailed me," she said.
"I suppose...." Melanie sighed...."I suppose I'll have to give you the name and address now, and let you go...?"
"Unless you lied," said Belinda.
She was grinning.
Melanie raised her eyebrows, her expression questioning and hopeful.
"I mean ... if you refused to tell me the man's name unless I sucked you off, what could I do?" Belinda speculated. "I'd have to, wouldn't I?"
"Do you think I lied?" Melanie asked.
"Oh, I hope so," said the naughty Belinda.