Chapter 6
Rosie rolled over voluptuously in Dahlia Peterson's large queen sized bed. She stretched and reached out for the body of her lover, only to find the space next to her vacant. She looked over, and her eyes confirmed that she was alone in the bed. Just then the bedroom door opened and Dahlia entered carrying a heavily laden tray. She was naked, and her large, full breasts rested on the tray, just behind the eggs and toast, suggesting a fuller breakfast than just food.
"I hope you're hungry, Rosie dear, 'cause I've got enough food here for an army." The gym teacher was smiling broadly.
"Oh, yes, Dahlia. After last night, I'm ready to eat a horse!" Rosie smiled coyly up at her lover. The previous night had been one of unbridled lust for both of them. They had licked and sucked at one another's bodies until the early hours of the dawn, reveling in this first complete night together.
Today was the day of the game at the reformatory, and Rosie had explained that, as captain of the team, she and Miss Peterson would have a lot to talk about, strategy, players' strength and weaknesses, and so on. Since they'd probably be up late, it seemed senseless for Rosie to come home to sleep when Miss Peterson had a perfectly adequate guest room. Her parents had agreed, little suspecting that Dahlia's guest room was also her own bedroom and had only one bed.
Dahlia set the tray down on the night table and leaned over her teenaged lover. She kissed her tenderly on the lips. Rosie, grown bold during the week-long affair, reached up to cup Dahlia's swinging breasts, running her palms over the nipples. Dahlia gasped in surprise and pleasure. The tender buds of her nipples began to perk up as blood flowed into them, keeping pace with her rising excitement.
The breakfast Dahlia had prepared with loving care was forgotten in the wake of the lovers' reawakened lust. Dahlia had gone so long in the city without a lover, protecting her beloved job. Rosie had never before tasted the pleasures of the flesh. Neither of them seemed able to get enough of the other's lush body.
Dahlia sank to the bed, sprawled alongside the younger girl. Her kiss changed from an affectionate peck on the lips to the passionate gluing of lust. Her tongue thrust out into Rosie's mouth, met by the snaking touch of the younger girl's own. Their tongues intertwined as the breath flowed hotly through their nostrils.
Rosie felt her wonder renewed at the capacity for pleasure that had lain untapped in her body for so many wasted years. Since the onset of puberty she had half-heartedly masturbated herself, never dreaming of the joy possible at the hands of another person. Her hands groped down Dahlia's back, reaching down to cup the firm globes of her buttocks. She ran her finger down the crack between them, lightly fingering her lover's sensitive asshole.
Dahlia gasped at her lover's touch. She unglued her lips from Rosie's and moaned as she trailed her head down the teenager's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses until she found her desire. Her lips were hot as they climbed the protuberance of Rosie's tit, finally reaching the pink-tipped peak.
Rosie moaned deep in her throat as she felt Dahlia's tongue snake out and around her swelling nipples. She arched her back as her teacher/lover sucked the tender bud into her mouth, lightly nipping at it with her perfect teeth as it swelled and thickened, growing larger than a pencil eraser.
Dahlia's hand was slowly creeping down Rosie's stomach. She reached the young blonde's pubic curls and wrapped her trembling fingers in the light down, stroking the not quite hidden furrow that marked the beginning of her pussy lips, bringing a new moan of ecstasy from the teenager next to her.
The two voluptuous bodies on the bed writhed and wriggled, sliding on and off one another as they began to sweat copiously. Rosie moved one hand around Dahlia's flank and up between her creamy thighs, boldly thrusting a finger into the older woman's moist pussy while her other hand continued to play with the quivering bud of her teacher's asshole.
Dahlia couldn't stand it. She moved her mouth down from Rosie's firm tits and worked her way down the lush gradual rise of her nubile belly, kissing and nipping at the lightly-downed flesh. She could feel Rosie's body trembling as her mouth made first contact with the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Teasingly, she continued, kissing and licking down the girl's legs, intruding her tongue into the sensitive hollow behind the kneecap, then slowly working her way back up toward the' main spot. She could feel the quaking in Rosie's pussy as she approached it.
Rosie's eyes were tightly closed, her concentration totally focused on the burning, gaping orifice between her legs. She moaned as she felt the first tentative probing of Dahlia's tongue on the swollen outer lips of her pussy. She drew her hands up to her chest and began to tenderly stroke her distended nipples, feeling rushes of pleasure from her crotch and her tits sweep over her in delightful and overpowering ecstasy.
Dahlia suddenly lifted her lips from Rosie's muff. Looking with eager lust at her teenaged pupil, she turned Rosie over on her side. Rosie stared at her, puzzled.
The lecherous teacher then knelt at Rosie's feet and lifted one of her beautifully curved legs up in the air. She slid feet first in between the shapely limbs so that one of her feet was on Rosie's back, and the other nestled just below her neck, the calf of her leg snugly fitting between the younger girl's creamy, lush breasts.
Rosie suddenly understood as she felt the warm touch of Dahlia's quaking cunt against her own. She moaned as Dahlia wriggled her pussy, their tightly clenched cunt lips forming a crude cross. Dahlia began to push herself up against Rosie's crotch, then relaxed. She pushed and relaxed, pushed and relaxed, until Rosie was caught up in the same rhythm. They looked like two intertwined pairs of scissors then, as their legs moved wildly, the soles of their feet moving sinuously up and down each other's backs and chests.
They rubbed against each other faster and faster. Rosie was still being amazed at the ever new ways Dahlia found to get pleasure.
It was just too marvelous, Rosie thought feverishly. Not better than the tongue, but different. She could feel excitement rising to a greater and greater pitch within her, not with the sudden lightning flashes of cunnilingus, but in slow, sensuous waves as her pouting pussy met that of her lover, then moved away, the bloated lips of both women meeting and rubbing against each other.
Dahlia was in heaven. She ran her hands rapidly but lovingly up and down Rosie's calves as the limbs continued their sinuous motion up and down the front and back of her body. She also could feel the heat growing in her wet pussy. Her hands moved from Rosie's legs to her own heaving tits, tweaking the tender swollen nipples, forcing them to new heights of erection. Then she moved her hands down to her crotch, extending her fingers below, it to feel the silky softness of Rosie's blonde muff as it moved back and forth, up and down, against her own.
Both women were panting in wanton lust, conscious of nothing save the burning, demanding, pulsation of the sopping organs between their thighs as they maintained their unorthodox lovers' embrace.
Suddenly both orgasms were upon them. They could each feel the slow burning sensation rise from their pussies and spread to every region of their bodies. Moaning and moving frantically, eight limbs thrashing wildly in unorchestrated abandon, they cried out from the depths of their throats as one, shattering the air of the bedroom with the savage cries of primitive delight.
As their lustful movements slowly subsided, they lay back on the sweat-drenched sheets, spent. They both fell onto their backs, Dahlia's leg crumpled under Rosie's still heaving body, her calf wedged into the crack of the young girl's ass. She wiggled a toe against the small of Rosie's creamy back, and was rewarded with a childish giggle from her adolescent lover. Rosie's leg was in the same position, and she returned the tickle. Suddenly Dahlia pulled her leg out from under Rosie's sweet little body and jumped the younger girl. She attacked the lower part of Rosie's rib cage, tickling madly. Rosie was surprised, and doubled up in uncontrollable fits of laughter, fighting futilely to push Dahlia's hands away. Then she darted up at the older woman above her, pushing her own hands through her defenses and beginning to tickle her teacher. They rolled all over the bed, a large, voluptuous, rolling ball of post-coital merriment. They spilled onto the floor, still grappling and tickling, laughing uproariously at their childish fun. They continued their game for some time, rolling about on the heavily-carpeted floor, tickling each other, their breasts swinging up and down, back and forth as they changed respective positions of dominance. Finally, Rosie got the upper hand. She looked down at her teacher, pinned under her, the twinkle of childish enjoyment in her sparkling blue eyes. She lowered her head and kissed Dahlia on each eyelid, then moved her lips down over her face, lightly kissing the tip of her nose, slowly becoming less childish and more womanly.
Dahlia was totally relaxed, pinned to the carpet by Rosie's lithe young body. As Rosie's red bow lips rested on hers, she felt a renewal of desire in her loins, and ran her tongue along her own lips, tasting the sweetness of Rosie's where they rested. Simultaneously, both girls opened their mouths wide, intruding their sinuous tongues into each others' mouths, dueling with them. Rosie ran the tip of her tongue along the perfect line of Dahlia's teeth and up under her lips, caressing the gums. She lowered her mouth, licking and kissing at her lover's chin, then moving her head down to lick under her chin at the sensitive flesh of the neck, sucking whole mouthfuls of yielding flesh into her hungry mouth. She ran her hands up Dahlia's arms from where they had pinned the older woman's wrists to the floor, lightly running her fingers into the tender concavity of the elbows, stopping to caress the sensitive skin of the armpits. She trailed her fingers over Dahlia's shoulders and down her breast-bone to her heavy, heaving tits, flattened sensually against her chest. Sitting up on the older woman's stomach, the teenager began to knead the tender flesh of Dahlia's large, firm breasts, leaning down to suck the nipples into her hot mouth.
Rosie wanted to repay this woman for the many hours of pleasure she had given to the inexperienced schoolgirl. When Dahlia made as if to rise and join her partner in lust, Rosie pushed her back down on her back firmly. She began to move her body down, licking and kissing every inch of Dahlia's body as her hands trailed down the teacher's flanks, grabbing chunks of flesh and kneading them between her fingers, causing pain and pleasure both.
Dahlia relaxed, understanding that her young pupil wanted only to please her, not to be pleased in return. She moaned softly in her throat as Rosie's long fingers snaked in and out of her sopping snatch. She shifted easily as Rosie moved her over onto her belly. Starting from the back of her neck, Rosie began to kiss and lick her way down Dahlia's quivering body, intruding her tongue into the area under the shoulder blades, running her mouth down the curve of the spine, licking and kissing. She stayed a while at the small of the back, licking lightly as her hands strayed down to Dahlia's firm, white buttocks. She spread her hands upon the creamy globes, kneading them with her palms, forcing them now apart, now together, pressing her thumbs into the gap between Dahlia's shapely thighs so that with each movement on the teacher's voluptuous ass, the lips of her pussy was now pressed together, now spread apart, creating a delightful friction that soon had the teacher moaning in uncontrollable lust.
Rosie continued this slow, sensual exercise for some time, feeding Dahlia's growing desire with this indirect masturbation.
Dahlia almost swooned at the ecstasy as her swollen cunt lips were massaged by the pressure of the hands on her buttocks. Then Rosie's head moved south again, and the teacher gasped as she darted her tongue in between the spread globes of her buttocks and began to lick at the puckered sphincter of her anal opening. It was too much. Here was a girl who'd never even been touched the week before, bringing an experienced lesbian to unimagined heights of pleasure!
Rosie continued to lick at Dahlia's asshole, darting her tongue in and out between her lover's buttocks, pressing against the orifice as though trying to force her way in. She licked down the heavenly valley between her teacher's alabaster globes, just teasingly touching the end of her vaginal furrow. Dahlia cried out in renewed desire.
Now Rosie reached up and grabbed a pillow from the floor next to them where it had fallen during their tickle-fight. She propped it under Dahlia's gently rotating pelvis so that her exposed pussy was five inches in the air. Kneeling, her chin only inches from the carpet, she lifted her head almost perpendicular to her shoulders and thrust her tongue full into Dahlia's creaming snatch. She covered the pouting outer lips with burning kisses, snaked her tongue down to lap at the swollen protuberance of her lover's clit, staring out from the fold of flesh under her mons veneris. She licked her lips, savoring the earthy flavor and aroma of Dahlia's pussy juices, then went back to a wild rhythmic lapping at the outer and inner lips of her lover's drenched cunt.
Dahlia couldn't control herself anymore. She was moaning wildly, her arms moving wantonly up over her lush breasts pressed against her chest. She teased her erect nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, feeling them rise to new heights at this extra stimulation. As Rosie continued to lick at her cunt lips, she moved her hand down and under her pelvis, back of her hand against the carpet, and began to stroke her swollen clit as Rosie's tongue worked madly at the rest of her womanhood.
Dahlia's hips began to churn madly. Her ass rose and fell in the air, her pelvis rising above then plopping back down on the pillow under her. Between the stimulation of her own hand on her throbbing clit and Rosie's questing tongue inside her snatch, she felt as though she were about to be consumed by the fires of lust, uncontrollably swept away in a rage of desire.
Rosie could feel herself being carried away by spasms of vicarious desire. Her own untouched pussy was burning, sending messages of pleasure up and down her body and to her fevered brain. She redoubled her tonguing at Dahlia's pussy as she felt the warm effusion of love juices from the older woman's quivering twat and knew that she was near orgasmic release.
Dahlia continued to stroke her clit, moving her other hand down and under her pelvis on the other side to stroke the sweat soaked hair of the teenager who was giving her so much unselfish pleasure.
"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned as the first white hot flashes of her climax raced up and down her body.
"AAAAYYYyyyeeeee!" The teacher screamed with ecstasy as her broad hips churned up and down against the floor, responding to the wild tongue of her pupil. Her hand moved in a blur against her almost painfully aroused clitoris, almost pulling more and more pleasure from the hot-box of her dripping snatch. As she felt herself surrendering to the final throes of a tumultuous orgasm, she groaned again. Rosie had reached up behind her own head to boldly insert a finger full length into her asshole as her climax peaked and she sank down exhausted onto the rug.
As Rosie felt her teacher's body begin to relax, fulfilled, the first flushes of orgasm made their way up her own tender young body, and she inserted her now free hands into her tender, virginal, snatch and frigged herself wildly until she felt final release and sank, moaning and sighing, panting heavily to the floor. Her long blonde hair, matted with perspiration, trailed up from her head, over Dahlia's lovely ass, strands of it disappearing into the crack so lately invaded by her loving tongue and finger.
After a while, Dahlia turned over and looked down affectionately at her apt pupil.
"Where did you learn all that stuff?" she asked, not suspiciously. She knew that she had been Rosie's first lover, but found it curious that the young girl could have picked up such sophisticated techniques without practice.
"You can't expect me to sit around with all the sex books you've got in this place without reading some of them. Let me see ... I think I got that one from 'Casebook in Teenage Lesbianism', second shelf, third book from the left."
"Smartass. Well, I guess we're going to have to give breakfast a miss. Look at that."
The two women glanced over to the night table. In their mad thrashings on the floor, they had upset the tray, spilling the contents on the carpet. Dahlia gazed ruefully at the mess of orange juice and fried eggs on her beautiful rug.
"Oh, well. It was worth it," she sighed, grinning sexily at her young lover and reaching down to tweak her left nipple.
"I'll say. Why don't I clean up that mess while you shower. There's no point in my cleaning up. We've got a practice this morning anyway. I'll catch my shower after that, before we go out to the reformatory."
Dahlia mused for a moment. "What do you think, Rosie. Do you think we've got the moxie to beat a team of young men?"
"Well, we have one advantage. Even if we've been playing other girls' teams, at least we've been competing. Those guys haven't had anybody to play with but themselves."
The two women giggled at Rosie's unconscious pun.
"Well, I hope we make a good showing. If we really impress the mayor, and the governor if he comes, it might go a long way toward getting some recognition for women's athletics in the school. We might even get some more money for our own budget!"
"I hope so, Dahlia."
The two women stared into space for a moment.
"You know, Dahlia, I wonder what these boys will be like. Some of the girls have been saying that they've got some of the roughest young men in the state locked up at Lacrosse."
"Well, I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it, dear. After all, we're to be well protected. I spoke to the mayor yesterday, and they're going to have a special guard for us. We're to have lunch in the dining hall in a special section, just us, the reformatory team, and the visiting dignitaries. All the other inmates will be separated from us. So don't you worry. It's going to be a great day for us and for women's athletics. Nothing can possibly go wrong."
She leaned over and kissed her young lover on the top of the head at the exact moment that Jack Rivers, a few miles away, was making a final check on his team's 'equipment' for the game.
"Okay, guys. This is going to be a day to remember, not only for us, but for the whole state, maybe the country! If we just follow the plan exactly like we rehearsed it, nothing can possibly go wrong."