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Ellen started awake.

She lay still for a few moments, wondering why she had woken up from the
wonderful dream she had been having. She'd been making love in her dream to
one of the new secretaries at work -- the tall brunette at the receiving
desk. She had just started kissing her, her short skirt had been riding up
nicely over her molded thighs as Ellen was bending her over the desk...

Damn. She had to pee - so the slow, pounding need in her loins hadn't all
been part of the sexy dream.

Sighing, she threw the covers off and got up to go to the toilet. At 43,
Ellen was still very attractive, her long dark hair hanging loose over her
smooth shoulders, her jutting, bra-less 36c breasts pushing out the old
t-shirt she was wearing along with her black sating panties. Her pointed
nipples made little tents in the material.

She glanced at herself in the mirror as she walked by, pleased that her
legs where still smooth and long and tight. She wanted to look at herself a
bit more (the dream came back... did the sexy brunette at work shave?) but
her bladder was bursting.

Still half-asleep, she stumbled down the hall, got to the bathroom. She
lifted up her shirt, pulled own her panties and relaxed and her pussy
immediately started spurting a thick stream of hot pee before she had even
sat down completely. She reached in and opened its lips slightly with her
fingers so she didn't make a mess.

She hadn't closed the door.

The house was quiet, it was late (probably after twelve, she hadn't
checked) and for awhile the only sound was the purring hiss of her urine
striking the bowl. She had woken up just in time, huge relief surged
through her as she continued peeing, her bladder slowly deflating. The
feeling was almost sexual.

She had just finished when she heard it. A sound.

Puzzled, she squeezed out a few more drops, then froze, listening.

There is was again. A cry? Or a loud sigh?

It was coming from Robert's room.

She wiped herself, got up, pulled up her panties.

What was going on?

Walking quietly, she drifted down the hall, fully awake now.

There it was again. She was still unsure what it was, but it
sounded... female?

At this time of night? In her son's room?

She came to his door. It was closed.

There it was again.

A suspicion was forming in her mind. One part of her told her to ignore it,
go to her room, and go to sleep. She suddenly had a good idea what was
going on.

Another part didn't want to walk down that hall and go to her cold, lonely
bed, and then to try and fall asleep and recover the perfect dream that had
been in progress when her bladder interrupted her.

Reaching out, she took the door handle in her palm. The metal was cold, the
touch sending a shiver up her back. Arousal, low, and still faint, tingled
for a moment in her legs and upper thighs. Another female cry (this time
actually more like a low scream) told her almost exactly what was going on.

Robert you bad boy!

She pushed the latch down slowly, careful not to make noise. The hallway
was dark, she hoped...

Yes! As the door opened she saw the room was very faintly lit, he had his
bedside night-light on. Slowly she pushed on the door, opening it
further. With the door open, the sounds were more clear, more
real. Pleasure tingled delectably in her body for she was hearing the
unmistakable sound of a young man and woman in rut. Her son. And...?

Slowly she peeked round the door. The girl was mewling, whispering, her
voice low, almost panicky. A male growl matched her lascivious pleading.

\"Yes... Yes Will... push it in... put it in... put it IN me... please...!\"

On the bed, what was unmistakably a young girl lay on her back. She was
stark naked, her son positioned above her, the position and the act in
progress clear as crystal. Her legs were thrown wide, very pale, his
buttocks naked and bunching between them...

He was already in her or... oh my -god-...

Her son reared up, and for a moment she glimpsed her son's large, heavy
scrotum, his testicles heavy and round in the fold of the girl's
thighs. His movement exposed the girl's rapturous expression and chest for
a moment, small, apple-sized 34b titties rode high and proud, tipped with
red. Her face was framed with short, bobbed red hair, shatteringly
beautiful, the expression on her handsome, strong features one of supreme
delight and anticipation.

Maddy.

She knew her, she'd been around a few times. She was a cheerleader from
Will's school.

Oh my -god-.

Maddy shivered, wriggled her thighs down the bed to meet Robert's...

Ellen wanted to leave, but also desperately to stay. Her own vagina cramped
inward powerfully, then cramped again, and again, and she was suddenly
extremely conscious of how long it had been since a man's penis...

Pleasure, evil, dark, shuddery, sparked and surged madly low in her
belly. Her vulva lips started tingling, swirling arousal rushing down her
thighs and up her belly from the fat wedge of her sex.

The girl gasped, her eyes closed tight, for which Ellen was thankful, or
she might have seen the door ajar. She clutched at her naked son above her,
her achingly lovely face flushed.

\"Oh yesssssss.... oh GOD yes push it in... push it IN! Into me! Into
meeeee... NOW.... now! Yes.... YES. Fuck me... fuck me... fuck
meeee... fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmeFUCKme FUCK ME!!!\"

Robert shuddered, groaned softly, pushing forward, his magnificent buttocks
bunching and shivering. They were clearly trying to be quiet, but Maddy
just couldn't and a low keening howl escaped her mouth as Robert, in a
long, gliding thrust, pushed his erect penis smoothly and firmly down and
into her urgently waiting slit. Another loud, sighing groan sounded from
him as he clearly bottomed his manhood out in her aroused cunt, accompanied
by little grunt of welcome from Maddy.

Ellen swallowed. She had to almost pinch herself to make sure it was real.

Robert shuddered, pulled back, and then, buttocks clenching, butted hard
forward again, the ancient male motion, eliciting another muffled shriek
from Maddy. Her beautiful legs had now grabbed him, cradling low on his
back, helping him thrust, but also trapping him inside her. He groaned
again, a very male sound, a man in heat.

Ellen glimpsed another heart stopping peek at his big, soft testicles
bouncing as he rammed his penis home into Maddy once more and his balls
rebounded from her perinium.

Somehow, she didn't know how later, Ellen managed to turn around, very
carefully pulling the door closed behind her.

In the hallway, she paused a brief few seconds. She was undeniably aroused,
small tremors going through her vagina, her gash tingling, feeling full,
wet, the lips swollen and pulsing slowly with desire and need. For a brief
moment she was jealous, intensely so -- at Maddy for having a man inside
her, at Robert for being that man with Maddy.

For she had -definitely- noticed Maddy -- tall for her age, perfectly
proportioned, her skin white like new milk, nice even teeth, the cheekily
bobbed red hair, the girl's quick smile, the small, straight nose, large,
sensitive eyes, the tight, pointed little tits in her sport bra -- if she
had wanted to, a modelling career could definitely be in her future -- and
she herself had desired her. Intensely.

She knew it was so wrong she couldn't even begin explaining it to herself,
but Maddy had definitely featured in some of her hotter fantasies. And now
Robert was enjoying the object of some of his mother's more ardent,
passionate, forbidden thoughts. Enjoying it in the best possible way.

Another low shriek jerked her out of her reverie. They could not know...

Shaken, she walked unsteadily, quietly to her room, lay down. She was so
excited! Wet heat pulsed low between her thighs. For a long moment she
considered masturbating, feeling her pussy pounding with blood and hot
arousal, but for some reason she couldn't even explain to herself, she
didn't push a hand down into her panties.

Trying to think of the hot young woman in receiving, she slowly drifted off
to sleep... but the statuesque, smoldering brunette didn't make another
appearance in her dreams.

But a short, red-haired vixen with pale skin and lovely little pointed tits
did.

*

She was up early the next morning, Robert already gone to school. Before
she left for work, she couldn't resist going by his room.

It was immaculate, but she smelled the bedcover almost exactly where
Maddy's buttocks had to have been, and tried to convince herself that she
could detect the faintest flowery hint of excited young woman on the woven
material. And maybe... semen?

Frustrated, she left the house and went to work.

*

For the next few days not much happened. She went to work, came back,
chatted some with Robert (it was hard talking to him, but she had to
conceal it -- the scene she witnessed obsessively possessing almost every
thought she had when he was in the vicinity), made them something to eat,
went to sleep.

About a week later, she came home one evening to find them there again. But
this time there most definitely was not love being made.

They were fighting. They were in his room. Again they were trying to keep
it quiet and failing. She put down her handbag, and, feeling more than a
little guilty, tiptoed to his door -- just as she had done on the night she
had witnessed them having sex with each other.

It was the typical kind of situation, you could hear both people were
angry, there was some loud words being said, but it was very hard to
impossible to hear exactly what. She listened for a few seconds, then it
went quiet and she quickly ducked into her spare bedroom across the hall. A
moment later the door opened, and slammed. She glanced out, seeing Maddy
stride away, magnificent as usual, cute little ass jiggling. Her neck was
red, even from behind, and her walk was angry.

She didn't mention it to Robert, but he was quiet that evening at table,
and quickly excused himself.

Lover's quarrel?

She didn't know.

But Maddy still filled her dreams. In her bed, she thought about it all.

She had always had this... was it even an issue? In this day and age she
was unsure. Since she could remember she liked girls better. Once she had
found out about boys and... it had all just seemed so strange. Wrong
somehow. Penises were ugly, no matter who they belonged to. She just liked
other girls and women better. The thought of another pair of breasts,
another pussy... and her own cunt... she shivered at the thought of it.

She had resigned herself to never really giving outage to her desires, and
had gone with the flow at school, dating boys, and eventually had gotten
married. Sex had been okay-ish with her husband, but then there had been
her hairdresser... she was still unsure just how it happened, she had gone
to do her hair and Debra's assistants and other customers had been
absent. She'd had her sit in the back of her business, and as usual the
hairstyling session had started with a wash of her hair.

Deb was quite attractive, smaller than her, dainty almost, ash-blond and
graceful. Ellen had idly wondered why she wasn't married, but had certainly
not thought of her in -that- way. Her desires where still unfulfilled, even
at 38 years old, but somehow Deb had just not...

She had been laying back, her hair wet, Deb's fingers working in the
shampoo, when the touch had suddenly stopped. Confused, she had opened her
eyes, and Deb was right there, her grey eyes hooded, and then simply
dropped her head forward and they had kissed. She had been amazed,
transported, desperately excited, scared and deliciously shocked all at
once.

And it had been far better than she had ever dared imagine. They kissed
some more, and later undressed each other, and it had been... she could
almost not remember detail, it had been so intense -- boundless passion,
Deb's soft, heavy breasts with her small, hard-pointed nipples, Deb's wild,
triangular bush of honey-colored mound hair, Deb's soft woman's skin, Deb's
little wide-lipped pink cunny hiding up in the fold of her smooth, slabbed
thighs, dripping with her arousal, hot as sin, wet as rain, and silkier
than satin, her fingers sinking slowly into its glowing moist heat to Deb's
long groaning sigh, the hard little prominent rod of Deb's jutting, swollen
clitoris moving under her thumb, Deb's fingers ramming up into her own
cramping vagina in turn, indescribable sexual delight as she had not
dreamed could exist, cries of passion, finding wetness, penetration and
being penetrated, licking Deb's wet lips and having hers licked and eaten,
rubbing her, fucking her, cumming... orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until
she felt she was dying, or she was already dead, her pussy burning like a
forest fire and then exploding over and over under Deb's experienced caress
with shuddering sexual ecstasies she had not imagined could exist.

She had left hours later, way over time, and in the months and weeks that
followed she and Deb had become lovers. Was it even love? It was always...
physical. Sexual. The first -real- sex she had had. She started hungering
for it, had neglected her husband, crazed by her own vulva and Deb's, and
about three months later he had left. She didn't really care. She and Deb
fucked like crazed lesbian rabbits, the passion like a ravening animal
tearing them apart whenever they were naked together -- which was virtually
always.

Deb had left a few months after that, moving on, and at their final fuck
she hadn't cried. Neither had Ellen. But it had certainly left an
impression. She really wanted a woman, someone to play and be with, but
since Deb there had just not been... Deb had changed the course of her
life.

And now, Maddy... oh god.

* Nothing happened for about a week.

Then one day she got home and Robert had someone new. They were sitting at
the table when Ellen came in.

\"Oh hi mom. This is Hope. Hope this is my mom, Ellen.\"

The world seemed to crash to a stop. Oh. My. God.

A tall young statuesque brunette turned a neat, handsome head languidly and
regarded her. Hazel eyes, doe-like, wide set and large, a short, straight
nose, strong chin, wide, generous looking mouth. Her skin was clear, an
almost light olive, her face perfectly symmetrical, eyebrows thick and
bushy. She had gorgeously long, jet-black hair, worn loose, tumbling over
her shoulders. Something moved in her attractive eyes as she looked at
Ellen, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Ellen could only stare for a few seconds. She had -never- seen anyone, man
or woman, this extremely beautiful, and handsome. The lovely girl got up,
moving gracefully, and then she was shaking Ellen's hand. Graceful, so
beautiful, full chest, neat and womanly -- 36's she wondered? She tried to
get herself started, managed to get out a strangled \"Hi!\" and Hope replied,
her voice soft and just as beautiful as the rest of her. Her hand was warm,
the skin soft.

\"Hi Ellen! I'm Hope.\"

Ellen's slit suddenly trembled viciously down in her panties as she held
the girl's hand, startling her badly, heat blooming in a fast, roiling,
electric explosion deep down in the thick-lipped folds of her sex at the
girl's innocent, social touch. She felt herself blushing, her thighs
breaking into goosebumps of electric pleasure. Hope looked directly into
her eyes, holding her gaze, her hand tightening slightly. The lovely dark
hazel of her irises were flecked with little gold specks, Ellen felt as if
she was drowning in them...

She immediately realized if she held this young goddess's hand a minute
longer she'd orgasm right there in her panties. She reluctantly let go, but
the girl's brown eyes stayed locked on hers, her hand staying against
Ellen's for about a second long than socially necessary. Things were moving
in her eyes, and a hot flush run down over Ellen's entire body at the look
she saw there. She had no idea what was going on, but some innate sense
told her the little mynx in front of her knew -exactly- what she was doing
to Ellen. How... it was -seconds-?! And the girl was already in her mind.

She sensed a deep, strong beauty, and also, unaccountably, a ravenous
sexual appetite -- she had (she liked to think) developed a sense for it,
especially in women, even though she didn't exercise it that much at all --
there was something Deb-like here... some girls were so beautiful it was
almost brittle, like glass - but -this- young woman was like a statue, a
perfectly proportioned Greek statue... but somehow, somehow Ellen sensed
something of the loose whorish easiness of the perfectly beautiful lesbian
lush in the young woman before her. She dropped her eyes almost
challengingly, boldly, from Ellen's face.

It excited her like nothing she had ever experienced, not even the hottest
moments with Deb's fingers and tongue driving her wild inside her own
melting cunt.

They exchanged some pleasantries, then she managed to get out of there. In
the hallway she had to lean against the bureau, her entire genital area was
shivering, hot, wet, her knees so weak she was unsure she'd be able to get
along. Her nipples were like pebbles, fully erect, glowing with electric
pleasure. Her heart was racing.

How can this be possible?

Robert sure didn't take his time bouncing back from Maddy... but some
instinct told Ellen the dark-haired goddess in her lounge wasn't
necessarily all that interested in Robert, per se. Not after that look they
had exchanged, the bold gaze, that neat, small hand holding hers just a bit
too tightly.

Maddy was beautiful, but oh -god- this girl...!

Still trying to calm down, she staggered to her room to get out of her work
clothes.

*

She made dinner later and Hope joined them. She was quite animated, and
Ellen noted she concentrated on talking with her, the beautiful hazel eyes
bold and almost teasing. Robert was clearly quite pleased with her, and she
was kind and nice to him, but Ellen saw some things he clearly didn't.

She was clearly quite bright, a straight A student and on the cheerleader
squad. No wonder. Her son was something of a football prodigy, no wonder
this little dark-haired fox noticed him. But something kept niggling her,
there was just something about the girl's behavior, the way she sat, the
look in those huge dark eyes...

There was very slight blush on her clear skin, and every now and then she'd
lick her plush lips with a tiny, pointed little pink tongue... and often
while she did so she was boldly looking into Ellen's eyes. Electricity
flared again in her body, low down in her belly, then flowed slowly down
into the thrumming wedge of her thighs. She scrunched her legs together,
cramped her empty, wet vagina in on itself. Oh my god this is -nice-. Her
vulva tingled and sparked constantly, feeling bloated and moist, the slow,
glacial sexual pleasure peaking upward each time the girl looked at her and
licked those lips with that maddening little pink tongue of hers.

Ellen wanted that tongue on her pussy. She wanted to rip the girl's panties
down, push her beautiful legs up and open and just dive into her... she
tried to imagine what Hope's... vulva must look like. Was it wet? Like
hers? Did it have thick lips? Small ones? A big clit? Hair? She swallowed
nervously. Hope was staring at her again. Just the mere thought that the
gorgeous girl had a pussy...

She just HAD to shave -- somehow Ellen just knew... she imagined Hope with
a nice little beautifully shaven thick-lipped eighteen year old
girl-gash... OMG!

If she can get me this worked up just by looking at me... imagine... oh
god!

When the dinner was over she didn't want it to end, but there was no
conceivable way she could hang around them more. Hope thanked her
courteously and with one last bold look Robert saw her out.

That night she masturbated herself to one of the most satisfying, intense
climaxes she could remember in a long time, and as she writhed in pleasure,
her finger driving her humming clit, her thoughts were filled with a deeply
naughty lesbian fantasy about the hot young cheerleader dating her son...

*

A few days later Ellen was at home, cleaning in the kitchen. She'd just
finished washing the floor and was pushing the squigee into the bucket when
the doorbell rang. Wondering who it might be, she dried her hands and went
to open the door.

And her world stopped. It was Hope.

She was dressed in a sexy skirt, hugging the curves of her young, beautiful
body, her fluted, womanly hips. It ended just above her knees, which were
perfect, two little symmetrical dimples in nice, strong, straight, tanned
legs. She'd coiffed her hair, scooped the loose curls of the previous time
together into a long, dark-black ponytail, which hung, shining and
soft-looking, over one shapely shoulder. Ellen saw her strong, square chin
wasn't copied on her lovely young face, she had a very feminine head,
almost oval, her face glacially perfect, as if chiseled from smooth marble
by the world's greatest sculptor.

Her delectable hazel eyes looked even larger and more doe-like than
before. She smiled, once again displaying the perfectly white, even teeth,
full, coral lips... it was unreal, she was almost too gorgeous to
exist. How can -any- virtual teenager be -this- shocking, gorgeously
beautiful?!

It was one of the hardest things Ellen ever did not to just step forward,
slip her arms around the vision of female perfection before her, and
roughly and urgently start kissing that maddeningly perfect mouth.

Ellen's pussy growled, then her vagina cramped in on itself so -hard- her
knees almost buckled. She fought off a startling, sharp stab of hot sexual
excitement, spearing up into her from between her thighs.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh -god-...!

\"Hi Ellen!\"

She sounded bright, earnest, interested. Her huge, dark eyes were bold,
however, something moving in the lovely golden-flecked hazel
depths. Ellen's throat went dry.

She was holding out her hand.

As if in a dream, Ellen felt herself reach out. Hope's hand was soft, warm,
the skin dry, but touching it was electric, as if a lightning bolt suddenly
speared up from the floor and rammed straight up Ellen's slit, exploding in
a hot, roiling mushroom cloud of sexual pleasure in the refold folds of her
quivering cunt.

\"Hi Hope,\" she managed, her voice sounding strange, strained almost, to her
own ears.

Again, the young woman held her hand just a moment longer than
necessary. Her eyes did not leave Ellen's face. She smiled again, cutely
tilting her handsome dark head to the side. Arousal, real, animalistic and
overwhelming, enveloped Ellen's entire body in a slow, shuddering wave of
heat.

\"Is Robert here?\"

Her eyes left Ellen's face for a moment, somehow, the act of looking away,
once again, was even more torrid than when she had been staring into
Ellen's eyes.

In another rush of arousal Ellen realized the saucy little sexpot knew
perfectly well that he wasn't. He was at practice -- which she no doubt
knew.

She wanted to see Ellen alone. Ellen's knees almost buckled at the
implications.

\"Uh... no? He's at practice.\"

There was a moment of awkwardness, but then Ellen's slowly boiling,
dripping sex drove her onward and she heard herself speak. Visions of the
only other pussy she'd ever played with, Deb's, floated in her mind's
eye. Small, pink lips, slippery and wet against her tongue, Deb's hitched
little wrinkled clit-hood under the forest of her mound's hair, how hard
Deb's clitoris was under the soft skin, her soft screams...

She wanted that again. She -WANTED- that again...

\"Want something to drink? He's going to be back in a few minutes. You're
welcome to wait...\"

That was the only problem, Robert would be back in about fifteen
minutes. Ellen mentally cursed. She wanted, she NEEDED more time with...

\"Why thanks, that will be super!\" Hope was playing the bouncy cheerleader
act to the hilt. Ellen turned and went to the kitchen, almost feeling she
had to walk bow-legged. Even just the motion of her own thighs as she
walked stimulated little bright sparkles of delight and anticipation in the
wet slit of her own vulva.

\"Want some juice?\"

Only once she said it did she realize it could be interpreted quite
differently from what she meant.

\"Yes-\" Hope answered, then there was a crash behind her.

The floor!

\"What-!\"

Hope sat on the floor, one perfect leg extended before her, another folded
in under her. The skirt had slid up a bit, exposing a shapely upper
thigh. She looked surprised.

\"Oh sorry, I slipped...!\"

\"Did you get hurt?\"

\"No I-\" she started to get up, extended her other leg. She winced as her
leg went straight.

As if in a dream, Ellen reached out, placed her hand on the girl's right
knee.

\"Oh god I'm sorry, I washed the floor this morning...\"

Hope said nothing, freezing, and suddenly stared up at her with those huge,
smoking eyes.

The girl's knee was like watered silk, hot, the skin impossibly smooth. She
didn't move an inch. Ellen tried to remove her hand, the pretext was that
Hope had injured her knee, but then she looked into the girl's eyes and
immediately knew she hadn't really fallen, or been hurt.

The touch was doing indescribable things to her, but somehow she regained
control of the surging tide of pleasure and let go of Hope's leg.

Moving with an incredible swiftness Ellen hadn't expected, Hope's hand
grabbed hers, pulled it right back, placed it back on her leg, a little
-above- her supposedly injured, perfect little knee. Her hand held onto
Ellen's, spreading Ellen's fingers, gently kneading them into her
buttery-soft inner thigh, just above her knee.

She licked her coral lips with that pink tongue, the dark eyes smoldering
up into Ellen's. The invitation, and meaning, was unmistakable.

Ellen felt as if she was going out of her mind. She was so horny she could
jump out of her skin. The warm, perfect thigh under her hand wasn't
helping, nor the way Hope kept her hand on Ellen's, and kept her hand on
her shapely thigh. She played with the older woman's hand in turn, stroking
the fingers, the motion enticing and inviting as clearly as if she had
spoken her desire, her need, aloud. The smooth young leg quivered slightly
under her fingers.

Hope parted her lips, breathed in softly through her open mouth, tilted her
neck back. Ellen wondered how she'd missed that, the girl's neck was long,
feminine, gently arched, smoothly gorgeous, just like the rest of her. She
could see the pulse race in Hope's carotid artery. She was aroused...

Her beauty was a crystal, unutterable reality that dazzled Ellen.

Ellen swallowed hard, her own body felt as if it was being slowly pushed
into hot butter. Electricity seemed to surge up off Hope's silky-soft skin,
up into Ellen's shaky hand, and straight down her swirling belly, arrowing
down into her throbbing pussy that lay just down below, making her glow and
cramp madly. Emptily. Insanely.

She shuddered her thighs around her opening. Her sex was on fire, the slit
melting slowly from the inside out as she crouched next to Hope, quivering
and dripping, her own sex was mercilessly torturing her. It screamed for
attention.

She couldn't -stand- it, she just couldn't, she couldn't!

if Robert walked in now she didn't care if he'd find them...

As if hearing her thoughts, Hope's hand moved, lifting hers slightly up off
the hot smooth wax of her skin, slid it slowly upward toward her waiting
crotch. The shockingly beautiful girl licked her lips again, then slowly
breathed in through her mouth. And out.

Ellen was so excited she felt like she was exploding.

As if stuck in time, Hope pulled her hand slowly up once more, sliding over
her slabbed young thigh. Ellen would have thought it impossible, but the
girl's smooth skin got hotter and softer the higher her hand went, taking
the hem of the skirt with it, drifting upward. The young woman also moved
Ellen's hand inward, and again upward, gasping almost now, a loud, indrawn
breath.

Ellen mewled. She -couldn't- control it, she was so aroused she felt as if
she would float upward from the ground. Her hand followed Hope's, the
girl's tanned inner thigh broadening, getting still softer, even more
hot. She enticingly spread her legs as she was sitting, the skirt falling
back slowly, sliding up her legs... but in a quick, irritated movement the
girl brushed the skirt higher, and it fluttered up, exposing her hips
and...

She was wearing white exercise briefs, sheer, but not transparent, and it
clung to her curves. Her navel was a deep, mysterious, sculptured well in
the very center of her abdomen, her gorgeous belly tight and flat and young
and soft and wonderful looking. The wedge of her sex billowed outward
below, tightly covered by the white spandex, bulging over the unmistakable
flat, triangle wedge of her womanhood.

She was so BIG! Ellen could see -it-, she certainly didn't bulge like that,
Hope -had- to have a big, no, enormous-

She matched Ellen soft mewl with one of her own as she eased the older
woman's hand at last to the edge of heaven itself, the top of Ellen's index
finger at last reaching the edge of Hope's bulging panties, the smooth
silken heat of her thighs unmatched by the terrible silken warmth just
above her index finger, the spandex hot like fire, burning Ellen's skin.

Ellen moved her hand out from under Hope's, and in a moment of riveting,
driving sexual arousal she pushed the tip of her finger in under the
elastic at the edge of Hope's panties, in over her bulged mound... Hope
opened her mouth, the dark, lovely eyes fluttering closed, and she sighed
loudly and pushed her chubby mound up against Ellen's hand, wriggling her
hips urgently, trying to get the older woman's fingertip in under the
material of her underwear. Her freed hand went to Ellen's chest, seizing
Ellen's left teat, and -squeezed- as Ellen's fingertip found smooth,
glowing hot, silky skin...

Hope started as if shot. The front door had opened. Robert was home.

Ellen jumped up. Hope said nothing, but quickly stood up, smoothed down her
skirt, tried to stop breathing through her mouth. She was flushed, utterly
beautiful. She gave Ellen a quick, sexy smile, then turned gracefully and
walked to meet Robert. Her buttocks joggled saucily as she stalked away to
the front door.

Ellen shuddered, stumbled to the sink, held onto it. She was out of her
mind, her entire body on fire, nipples erect, breasts swirling with
arousal, clitoris hard as stone, feeling like a tiny, buzzing tube of hot,
glowing steel between her wet vulva's deep lips. She stared in amazement
down at her right hand, the fingertip... it -had- slipped in under the
girl's briefs, just an inch... and it had found -skin-, soft, silken,
slippery, melting, hot as an oven, and no hair. No hair at all.

She was -shaved-. Hope shaved her cunny.

Just like she did.

The realization, the thought, the deliciousness, raw sexuality of it was
too simply much, the girl's cute little sexy ass as she had just strode
away just too much, and she felt herself tumble toward and over the
wonderous, torrid abyss, and Ellen had a moment of the terrible, wracking
-certainty- and shivering anticipation she always felt before having an
orgasm, and she felt it coming... coming... coming... and then in a roaring
heaven of exploding sexual ecstasy her orgasm plowed into her wet, cramping
gash like a freight train.

It was so fast, so overwhelming -- her whole body triggered and she went
into climax, and it shattered her pussy with its raw, fiery, animal power,
the sexual sensations seeming to tear into her soft folds, the animalistic
delight of it a vicious, unutterably wonderful pleasure suddenly exploding
up into her belly and legs from the electrically burning folds of her
slippery sex. The spasms stabbed into her vulva like a shivery blade made
of pure, unfiltered lasciviousnesses, the delight and driving ecstasy of
the orgasm washing outward over her body in long, excruciating waves, and
she desperately tried to ride the rhythm of it, shuddering her thighs with
the rapture, shaking and cramping her buttocks involuntarily, her knuckles
white where she clutched the counter to keep from collapsing, her
smoldering slit dipped in fire, melting, wetting, and then the torturous
delight of her vulva suddenly intensely clamping and releasing, clamping
and releasing, clamping and releasing, clamping and RELEASING on itself,
driving her wild, clamping and releasing and clamping and releasing and
clamping and releasing, eight, nine, ten times, until she wanted to
-scream- but then it ended with a rolling, booming, arcing wave, and her
vagina -burned- and clamped down and buzzed and cramped and buzzed inward
on itself, jamming, contracting -tight- with the utmost, indescribable
sexual pleasure, and then her pussy suddenly, explosively relaxed and the
tension and electric rapture of it exploded outward once more over her
whole body and then rippled away into a slow relaxation that left her
weak-kneed and gasping at the sink, her entire body feeling like pins and
needles from the intensity of the release, even her ears tingling with the
power of it, her panties wringing and wet from her excitement, small
aftershocks shaking her body and belly and thighs.

How she had remained standing she didn't know.

Oh god.

Oh -god-!

They entered the kitchen.

She made as if she was busy at the sink, Robert said something and Hope
answered but she didn't turn around, acknowledging Robert with a quick hi
over her shoulder. She didn't look at Hope (sheer sexual pleasure roared up
like a gasoline-fed forest fire if she even thought about it, even though
she had just came hard...), but finished up at the sink with shaking hands
and excused herself as she stumbled to her room.

This couldn't be happening...!

She'd hardly touched the dark-headed brunette and she'd came like a forest
fire...

*

Fortunately she didn't see Hope the next few days.

She felt confused, disturbed about what happened. Yet some part of her
wanted to repeat it -- the pleasure and the sheer EASE and nuclear
intensity of her cumming had stunned her.

She didn't orgasm particularly difficultly, even her long-gone husband had
managed to coax a few out of her, and with Deb it had just been... she'd
been convinced after Deb and that wide-lipped little furry pink pussy she
had had that she'd explored the borders of her sexuality, seen the peak of
the sheer physical animalistic delights her body and sexual anatomy could
bestow, but with -that- finger touch on Hope's silken, shaved venus
mound...

Deb had been wonderful -- beautiful, mature, inventive, sexy,
unselfconscious, passionate, earthy and very experienced at lesbian
lovemaking, but had it every been -this- intense? Sure there had been many,
many wonderful moments, orgasms, hours of slow, torturously pleasurable
cunnilingus, fingers, breasts rubbed against vulvas, nipples rubbed on
clitorises, Deb's lovely, heavily pointed tits, wonderful, shuddering
excursions into slow, teasing tribadism, urgent mutual masturbation of each
other's pussies, licking, nibbling on each other's sex, even rapturously
wonderful episodes with Deb's extensive collection of penis-like and
double-headed dildos... but only at the very wildest peaks of their sexual
relationship could she remember having orgasms even remotely approaching
one like she'd had that day in her kitchen after touching that smoldering
girl on her woman mound.

She hadn't even been touched, not really -- Hope did grab her breast (her
nipple flamed hotly at the memory) but she'd not even come near... that.

For the first time in her life, Ellen actually felt scared at what might
happen if she -really- got with someone...

*

A few days later she drove up to her house, to find Maddy waiting at the
door.

Ellen parked, then walked over. Maddy didn't look good, she'd been clearly
crying.

\"Hi Maddy!\"

\"Hi Ellen... Robert isn't here, is he?\"

\"No... you okay?\"

She noticed some books the girl was cradling in her arms.

\"I-I've got some of his books... I just wanted to bring them back.\"

\"Sure honey. Let me open up...\"

She unlocked her door. Maddy followed her inside.

\"Want something, honey?\"

\"N-No I-\"

And suddenly she was crying. Ellen was overwhelmed with compassion.

\"Oh honey...\" before she knew what she was doing she had the red-head in
her arms.

She tried to remember that she saw her son take this girl, most probably
she'd given him her virginity. A vision of her son... bouncing on the girl
she now had in her arms sent a vicious kick down low in her belly. She saw
his big, heavy sack again, slapping against... as his buttocks bunched as
he... rammed his penis...

NO!

Maddy cried, blubbering. She dropped the books between them, and the slid
over the floor.

\"I miss him so much! I love him, why did he... I'm so angry at him!\"

\"Shhh... it's okay Maddy... shhh...\"

The girl shook in her arms. She tried to ignore how much her teary voice
sounded like when she'd begged her son to fuck her. She swallowed, and was
suddenly sorry she'd taken the girl in her arms. Visions of Hope danced in
front of her, but this was -Maddy- - she felt...

It was like a sudden traffic accident.

Maddy, tears streaming from her eyes, tilted her neat head back to look up
at Ellen. She started to say something, but she was beautiful, wholesome,
and quite attractive despite the tears, and Ellen felt herself bend down,
she was a lot shorter than Ellen, and as if in a dream her face drifted
closer, and she had stopped speaking and froze, and then her soft lips was
against Ellen's.

Hot electricity flared all over Ellen. Maddy was clearly shocked, she felt
her try to start to push away, get out of Ellen's arms, and she herself
felt confused -- what am I -doing-???

The animal arousal of it was beyond her control. She opened her mouth, the
girl's lips were soft and wet from her tears, and she gently probed them
with her tongue. Maddy instantly stopped struggling, her sweet, sweet lips
opening, and Ellen's tongue slipped between them. Her body flamed at the
act, slow fire rippling upward over her tight belly and suddenly
heavy-feeling breasts.

A vision of her son pile-driving his huge penis into this girl that she was
kissing sent a shuddering, delicious shiver through her core.

But it lasted only a moment, suddenly the magic was gone, Maddy disengaged
and back-peddled so fast Ellen almost fell forward. The girl stopped about
a yard away, staring at her, completely forgetting to cry. She didn't say a
word, there were spots of colour on her cheeks, and she was breathing fast.

For a long moment she just stared at Ellen, a lot of emotions flitting over
her face, and then she turned and ran. Ellen shivered, trying to control
herself -- kissing the girl had been heavily sexual for her, and she had to
take a moment to get herself under control. It had been... different than
Hope, less... sharp, if that term worked, but still... it had been
delectably wonderful.

She hoped she hadn't made a huge mistake... but hell, the girl was eighteen
wasn't she?

Her body still tingling mightily, she picked up the books and took them to
Robert's room.

It was as if the episode with Hope had set something off in her, a new need
filled her, drove her on, and she realized that she'd always loved girls...
-really- loved them... Deb had been wonderful, but she wanted -more- and
that maybe, at last, it was time to -really- do something about this
desire, this wild, consuming physical hunger she'd suddenly discovered, and
that had been awakened by certain a stunning young brunette that was
clearly interested in her as a woman... a year ago she'd have never done
what she'd just done...

The waiting was over.

*

After some torturous days and nights dreaming of Hope, and after very
deliberately deciding NOT to touch herself, she got a text from Maddy.

It was surprising, she hadn't exchanged numbers with the girl, and for a
moment Ellen wondered how she got her number.

At first Maddy exchanged the usual pleasantries, then asked again about
Robert's new girl.

What's her name? She asked.

Do you really want to know? Ellen answered.

Yes....

Hope.

She sent nothing for a few seconds.

Oh. I know her.

You okay?

Yes.

Maddy was quiet for a few moments.

Look Ellen what happened when... you know...

Ellen's heart suddenly pounded. What was she going to say...?

Yes?

I'm not... sure. I'm sorry I did what I did.

-She- was sorry?

What did you do, Maddy?

I jerked away. Ran.

Well, I'm the one who probably shouldn't have done what I did.

Why did you?

That stopped her. She stared at her phone for a few seconds.

I'm not sure we should text about this.

Now Maddy was quiet for a minute.

Look, can I come over? Is Robert there?

Robert had gone on a training camp with the football team for the
weekend. Ellen was alone.

A sudden jolt of arousal flashed through her, that wonderful empty cramping
low-in-the-belly excitement...

-She- wanted to come over.

She typed back.

No. He's gone with the team to the training camp.

Silence.

Ok... I just need to... talk. About what happened.

Ellen's hands shook.

If you feel you want to -- she managed to type.

After five today?

Oh my god.

Yes.

Ok.

Ellen put down her phone. Her heart was racing, belly swirling. What was
going to happen here...?!

The rest of the day passed in a blur. She tried not to think about what
might happen that evening. She thought about Hope a lot too, but nothing at
all had happened after that indescribable moment in the kitchen with the
young woman's make-believe leg injury and the consuming, flaming climax she
had had hanging onto her sink afterward after pushing her finger into the
girl's panties.

At precisely five o'clock her doorbell rang. She had not dressed specially
or did anything out of the ordinary, she was leery of putting herself out
on a limb, though a deep need.... She admitted she wanted... something. If
it was available in any way...

Her heart racing a bit, her belly swirling with anticipation and a little
anxiety, she forced herself to walk to the door.

And it was not only Maddy.

Oh my god!

She stared, totally out of words.

It was Maddy.

And Hope.

Hope!

The stood there, next to each other. Hope was definitely more beautiful,
her features more perfect, the dark hair loose and framing her perfect oval
face with the strong chin, dark eyes flashing. \"More beautiful\" was more a
thing of degree, Maddy with her clean white skin and russet-red hair was
also incredibly beautiful, but Hope... she swallowed, her knees feeling
weak.

\"Uh... hi...\" she managed, not trying to conceal her shock.

\"Can we come in?\" Maddy looked relaxed. Both were dressed in jeans and
loose t-shirts.

\"Sure...\" She tried not to stare at Hope's magnificent bust as she turned,
and failed.

She sat across from them in the lounge. It was awkward, she didn't know
where to look. How can they -both- be here?!

Hope spoke first.

\"Ellen its about Robert. Maddy and I talked about him. She didn't
know... about me. In his life.\"

\"Okay...?\"

\"We know each other. We have known each other quite awhile. Robert... well,
men are... useful.\"

\"What are you getting at, Hope?\" It felt good to say her name.

The girl tilted her magnificent head to the side. She looked like a Greek
goddess, the perfect face, the finely chiselled line of her jaw, the cute
little ears...

\"Neither of us really... love him. It was more... fun. Experimentation, if
you like.\"

Ellen swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. Where was this heading?

Hope suddenly looked a bit apprehensive. It was impossible cute to see. She
glanced at Maddy meaningfully.

Then Maddy came right out with it.

Ellen had had such moments before, where her entire life changed, as if the
world suddenly jerked sideways and sped off in a totally new,
incomprehensible direction.

\"What you did that night... Look Ellen Hope and I know each other. We more
than know each other... if you get my meaning?\"

She reached out and Hope put her hand in Maddy's.

Ellen was so excited she felt as if she was floating off the chair.

\"We would like to... have some fun. With you.\" Maddy looked straight at
her, as did Hope.

\"We're both eighteen.\"

Ellen gaped at them like a fish out of water. Could this be real?!

\"Why?\" was all she could get out. Idiot! She could kick herself.

Hope spoke.

\"You're good looking. Mature. The way you... what you did in the kitchen to
me, and kissing Mads... have you ever been with a woman? Would -- would you
like to maybe... try it? Basically we want to... play... with someone
older. The two of us. At the same time. With a good-looking, sexy, mature
woman. You.\"

Wetness burst from her pussy lips, and she felt herself start to swell,
deep throbbing arousal like some powerful beating heart starting up between
her legs.

She just stared at them.

Hope was stroking Maddy's arm. Ellen noticed goosebumps on it. The lovely
red-head's eyes were hooded, staring at her.

\"What... how-\"

To her eternal amazement, Hope gracefully stood, pulled her t-shirt loose,
and pulled it up over her head.

Maddy sat a moment, then stood up, and followed suit.

The awful beauty, especially Hope with her sheer black bra, Maddy's in
white, seemed to draw her gaze like irresistable magnets. Both of them had
b-cup titties, nice and heavy, Hope's big dark pointed nipples clearly
visible though her bra and pushing little tents in the sheer material.

She swallowed, speechless. It felt as if she was drifting toward the
ceiling, her sex buzzing with electricity.

Maddy reached behind her back, and the snap of her bra releasing was
shockingly loud in the quiet room. She let the piece of gossamer white
fall, her breasts tumbling loose, nice, young, firm, little raised,
eraser-tip nipples, crimson against soft, milk white... Hope reached over,
smiled at Ellen, and gently tweaked the tip of Maddy's left teat. She drew
it out, saucily lifting the other girl's breast, then let go. It bounced
sexily as it settled back on her beautiful chest.

\"Yes....?\" Hope was touching herself, slowly stroking down her own perfect
little flat belly, pushing a fingertip into the deep, gorgeous pit of her
smooth navel.

Ellen croaked something, she was unsure what, she couldn't speak,
overwhelmed with a driving, roaring excitement.

Hope took it as a yes, running her hand back up her front. Smoothly and in
one motion, she hooked a fingertip into the front of her own bra, popped it
up, over her head, and gone.

Time seemed to stop for Ellen. If Maddy had gorgeously beautiful breasts,
Hope's were somewhere beyond utterly, unabashedly goddess-like, unearthly
perfection.

They bounced cutely as she released them from the bra, unconstrained they
were about the size of cantaloupes, round and soft yet firm looking, her
areolas dark circles almost as large as half of Ellen's palm. In the
perfect center of each circle of lovely dark-brown skin, large blunt
nipples, almost as large as Ellen's thumb, beckoned sexily, clearly
swollen, erect, pointing forward and up just above the horizontal. They
contrasted perfectly with her creamy olive skin.

The girl shook her long dark hair.

Maddy looked over, Hope reached for her, and in a long moment of rippling
sexual arousal for Ellen, they kissed. Not just kissed, in moments Hope
opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into Maddy's mouth. The red-head
girl groaned softly, burying her hands in Hope's dark tresses. Large blunt
nippled breasts pressed into the pink/white loveliness of Maddy's pointy
tits, and the girl groaned softly, shaking them slightly, grinding the
sensitive crimson tips into the silken fullness of Hope's breasts.

Hope's eyes were closed, but after a few seconds she opened them, turned
her head, looking at Ellen.

As if in some horribly wonderful dream, Ellen felt her hands at her shirt
buttons. She undid them one by one, staring at the sight in front of her,
the two young semi-naked girls kissing, pushing their tongues against each
other, occasional soft grunts from Maddy the only sound.

Later Ellen would learn that Maddy tended to make little sounds, little
cries during... lovemaking, becoming more and more quiet the more intense
things got, while Hope... years later she would have an immediate climax if
she as much as thought about it for too long.

But that was in the future.

Ellen slipped her shirt off. Her own titties were on fire, the nipples
pulsing with heat and sex, swollen and sensitive. Her bra material felt
rough, irritating against the glowing tips of her breasts.

Hope was clearly in charge.

She suddenly pushed Maddy back, dropped her head to the other girl's chest,
took a swollen crimson tip in her mouth. Maddy gasped loudly, throwing her
head back, then tilting her face back down to nuzzle in Hope's dark silken
mass of long black hair. Her hand stroked the other girl's beautiful back
gently, up and down, then went to the back of her head, pushing it forward,
clearly wanting more of her breast to enter Hope's slowly sucking mouth.

Ellen roughly popped her bra loose, threw it aside. She was on fire,
nipples swollen and tingling, cunt wet and straining and slowly melting in
her panties, sodden vagina cramping slowly and repeatedly and emptily on
itself, her legs, feet, hands - even her ears sizzled with such sexual
arousal as she could not remember ever feeling in her life. Deb, and the
farthest reaches of the limitless lesbian passion they had shared paled to
almost nothing. Not compared to this. Not compared to -this-!

Hope drew her head back, still sucking on Maddy, her big, milk-white teat
drawing out and up until with a soft pop and a gasp from the red-head girl
it finally slipped from the brunette girl's mouth. The smooth white skin
glistened with Hope's saliva, the nipple wet, erect, swollen.

Ellen groaned.

They seemed to float toward her, not walking, but
somehow... translating. Hope took her hand, pulled her upright. She went
somewhere while she stood up, for all she could sense was one moment she
was sitting, then she was standing.

Both of them were just about as tall as her, and both dipped their heads
forward, and she felt their breath on her skin, and then their hot young
silky tongues were drawn over her aching, sparking nipples.

She heard someone scream. An animal sound, unaccountable, and for long
moments she wondered who it was. Then the hot tongues scraped against her
sensitive tips again, and the soft scream was repeated, and only then did
she even manage to process the piercing delight stabbing like a sword into
her, and she screamed softly again.

And in perfect unison, each girl sucked one of Ellen's nipples deep into
her mouth and gently bit on it.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was pleasure, sheer sexual
delight, but not orgasm, yet the intensity of it was -more- than an orgasm,
but it was constant, and continuing as they nibbled and sucked and licked
her breasts and nipples. Fire and ice bubbled all over her, she felt hot
and cold at the same time. New, wet heat seemed to slide down into her
crotch, her pussy was coming -alive-, sparking, electricity flying up into
her belly off its lips and folds, goosebumps rippling all over her, the
soul-deep sexual arousal a spine-tingling, delectable anticipation running
down her back. Her clitoris felt like a burning pebble, buried in the
moist silk of her vulva's labia, thrumming and humming piercing pleasure
outward into her cunt lips and inward into her vagina in a steady,
merciless tide of mounting sexual pleasure.

She screamed again. Softly. Helplessly.

Hope touched her flank, gently drew her hand over her ribs and down to her
waist. Where she touched, her hand was like a burning brand, leaving trails
of fire over Ellen's skin, the physical sense of it seeming to fire like
lightning straight down to Ellen's mound, and then in and lower once again
to splash, like a rock tossed in a roiling pool, into the tense, folded and
refolded lips of her supremely aroused sex.

She was burning and freezing at the same time.

Suddenly, shockingly, she was at the edge of the abyss. She felt it come,
the merciless -certainty- of it, and she felt the sexual feelings
accelerate and intensify, which she had honestly not thought possible. It
felt as if she was rising out of her body to somehow hover above it,
burning tension starting to build desperately swiftly in her body, her
cunt, like a spring wounding itself tighter and tighter and tighter. It was
driven by Hope's light touch on her side, the two hot young mouths
devouring her breasts, the girls' sheer physical presence, their lovely
young bodies and tits, her own nipples like little hot nuclear stars, the
pleasure they were generating like lasers pointed down at her already
spasming puss. She started to tighten up, gasp, the rapturous pleasure
starting to rise up... I'm going to cum. I'm going to -cum-. I'm going to
-CUM-!!!!!!!!!!!!!

\"J-J-Hope! I'm going to... I'm going to...!\" Her voice sounded wracked,
even to her, low and gutteral, unearthly. Her whole body shuddered and she
started to teeter over the abyss of her ecstasy.

But she still had to learn about Hope. Later she realized she had been
right, the girl was a born.. whore? Courtesan? Like one or two people in a
million are born to be international grade concert players or tennis stars,
later she'd realize that Hope, perfect, lovely Hope, with the voluptuous
body, the perfect breasts, the square, perfect face, the perfect mass of
silky-black hair, the fluted, lovely body, the squarish hips and long legs,
and that huge... that -huge-... well, Hope -- Hope had been born to do one
thing, and that was to -fuck-.

Men, women, she had one thing, and her entire being was focussed on that as
someone else might focus on a life goal. Hope -lived- for it, she hungered
for it, it was what she did with any spare time she had and what she was
made to do... to fuck. Fuck, cum, fuck, then cum again. Unbound. Like an
animal, a primate almost.

And she was -good- at it, and she made her partners cum just like her. She
was beyond good at what she did.

Almost starting to crash into the crevasse of her sexual climax, Ellen
suddenly felt both mouths leave her tits. She tried to speak, but Hope just
looked at her. Ellen wanted to cry, she was teetering more desperately at
the edge, starting to fall, more excited and sexually aroused than she had
ever been in her entire life. She started up a keening wail, the pleasure
starting to mount, then arc upward, her vulva bursting into guttering
flame, clit buzzing madly like an angry bee, the orgasm rising, rising...

Hope reached up, roughly grabbed her right nipple. She pulled it out and
pinched. -Hard-. At the same moment her mouth sucked in Ellen's other
nipple, and then Hope -bit- her.

Maddy giggled, watching, spots of colour on her handsome face, a throaty,
intensely sexual sound.

Ellen gave a little scream. It turned into a long, low groan. The incipient
climax shuddered in her, wanting, -needing- to burst into full orgasm,
billowing, but the intense pain from her savagely twisted nipple on one
side and the other being... eaten by Hope's teeth, seemed to douse the
soaring sexual delight shivering in her body. She jerked, reaching up, her
breasts -hurt- for Hope was pinching and biting, enough to bruise, but
before she could push the girl's hand and head away she let go and reared
up and her heavenly mouth was boldly against Ellen's and, her breath quick
and hot, they were kissing.

It was so shocking, so delectably wonderful she forgot her injured tits and
even the narrowly avoided climax. The sudden intense pain from her tits at
Hope's sudden pinching and biting had somehow doused her orgasm, increasing
the... pressure, but not letting her explode into flame. All thought was
blotted from her mind as the young mouth devoured hers, Maddy letting go a
throaty, knowing chuckle.

Hope tasted like hot honey, sweet, and wet, her tongue rough and bold and
urgent in Ellen's mouth. Despite her already desperately intense level of
arousal, even after Hope's drastic measure to prevent her orgasming right
then, the lovely girl's ardent kissing seemed to clamp onto that sexual
excitement and start focussing it down into her vulva once again. She'd
never experienced the sensations soaring all over her tensed body as they
washed over her from her cramping, melting cunt, it was definitely
(definitely!) intense sexual pleasure and arousal, but there was a kind of
... pressure added, like a pressure cooker, that seemed to compress and
intensify her sexual enjoyment even more.

Ellen felt like going out of her mind. It was almost like constantly
orgasming, the delight of it was like being impaled, not with an erect
penis but with something far hotter and fatter and longer and more sexual.

Hope's tongue lashed her, slipped over her teeth, she pulled back and
licked Ellen's lips, then kissed properly again. Now Ellen met it with her
own tongue, pushed against it, sucked on it. She heard Maddy mewl close by,
but her own eyes were closed, and, helpless, she reached up and buried both
her hands in Hope's silken dark tresses of hair, digging her fingers into
the softness, pushing Hope's head forward against hers.

Hope didn't make a sound.

She had no idea how long they kissed, but eventually Hope's lips left hers
and she fluttered her eyes open and Hope was kissing Maddy, who had her
face waiting close by, long and passionately. Her dark eyes glittering, she
took Maddy's face in both her hands and turned her toward Ellen and pushed
her forward, and the red-head girl came close and her mouth opened, and
Ellen was kissing her, Hope helping. Ellen kept her fingers in Hope's
wonderful silky hair as she passionately kissed Maddy.

It was... different, her tongue felt sharper, more pointed, but just as hot
and soft as Hope's had been. She smelled different, rose and cloves where
Hope was honey and chestnut. Maddy liked to nip, her teeth gently pressing
Ellen's lips. It was wonderful, utterly delightful, the naughtiness of it
overwhelming Ellen with hot tingling waves of new, deeply passionate
arousal. Maddy kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes... Ellen was
absolutely sure her pants looked as if she had wet herself. Constant, dark
sparks of immeasurable sexual delight seemed to spurt into her cunt's lips
and her vagina, her pussy was so swollen she was sure she wouldn't be able
to walk.

Her clitoris was in the hugely swollen folds somewhere, but she was so
excited she'd lost track of it -- which was new, she had an enormously
sensitive clit and she could always tell, especially as she neared her
rapture, where it was in the welter of slippery lips within lips that was
her sex, but she was so aroused now it seemed to have somehow
disappeared. It was always the source of her ecstasy, a tiny, burning
little torch of unimaginable sexual delight, but now, with this, with Hope
and Maddy her entire slit seemed to have turned into a gash of immeasurable
delight, like a vulva-shaped tear into a universe of unimaginable sexual
pleasures.

She tried not to think of what would happen if Hope touched her
-there-... or Maddy.

She'd -die-.

Somewhere during the proceedings, her pleasure suddenly, without warning,
was on her again. It was like a man somehow, a mad, ramming, hot penis
suddenly mounting her fat slit, pounding away, a burning brand of ultimate
delight pushed up into her sensitive genitals, each vicious slap of the
shaft as it slapped into her vagina seeming to pump up the pressure in her
slit.

But Hope was right there. Her fingers artfully flicked Ellen's previously
bruised nipple. Hope didn't pinch as before, just flicked it twice, and in
a flare of pleasure-pain Ellen felt her orgasm fade again, the roaring
pleasure draining out of her tingling, straining body as Hope smoothly
pulled Maddy away, to kiss her herself as Ellen stared, her just-deflated
arousal building just as swiftly back up again at the lovely scene before
her.

It was insurmountably wonderful, beyond her wildest fantasies of what
something like this could be like, what it would be like with Hope... with
Maddy...

Hope pulled Maddy upright. She looked over at Ellen, smiled delectably,
then started kissing Maddy again. Mads groaned into Hope's questing mouth.

The could not keep their hands off each other, Maddy reached up and roughly
squeezed the dark-nippled treasure of Hope's right breast, so hard the
nipple seemed to pop out inside the circle of her fingers. Hope slapped one
of Maddy's big white red-nippled teats in retaliation, pulled her mouth
away, giggled. Maddy kissed Hope's forehead, and time seemed to congeal
for Ellen as she reached own, and started undoing her jeans and belt.

Maddy's tips were now erect, swollen, standing almost vertical off the
mounting of her pink areolas.

Hope helped her pull down her jeans, the rasp of Maddy's zipper being drawn
down by the dark headed goddess one of the most sexually stimulating sounds
Ellen had ever heard in her life. She reached for her own pants, popped the
button, rammed the zipper down, her hands clumsy with arousal.

She was just totally losing it. Any vestige of control was being
extinguished, the pounding, animal passion the two girls had awakened in
her starting to remove any and all doubts or inhibitions she might still
have had.

She wanted to -fuck-. She wanted to fuck -bad-. She couldn't stand it!

Ellen made sure to hook her panties with her thumbs. Hope looked over, her
hands busy with Maddy's g-string panties, the jeans already down around the
red-headed girl's knees. Her thighs were beautiful, perfectly formed, her
skin milky white.

Both of them were looking at her. Hope had the other girl's pantie half
down over her milk-white buttocks, the black material of Maddy's g-string
in strong contrast with her soft white thigh. She was turned edge-on so all
Ellen saw was smooth leg and thigh, with the white strip of Mads's
underwear pushing into the soft flesh.

Ellen couldn't think, couldn't wait. She wriggled her pants / panties down
to her knees, popped up on the chair, drew them down and away and spread
her thighs open to the girls.

The air was like a caress on her slowly pounding nether lips, soft and
insistent.

Both girls just stared at her.

Maddy eyes locked on Ellen's shaven mound and the fat wet lips within lips
hanging below it, and Hope resumed slowly drawing down Maddy's panties,
also staring at the older woman's revealed vulva.

Ellen wanted to touch herself, touch herself -there-, but instead she moved
a hand to her breasts and started tweaking her bruised nipple. Small sparks
of electric pleasure/pain shot through her as she stared in turn at the
tableaux before her.

At last Hope drew Maddy's pantie and jeans down to her ankles. The redhead
stepped daintily out of the puddle of material, now utterly naked. Hope
crouched down before her, leaned in and kissed her soft white belly. Mads
shivered and giggled softly, her eyes still on Ellen's newly exposed
gash. Hope slapped one of Maddy's round white buttocks, smiled archly up at
her and turned Maddy with hands on the other girl's wide, feminine hips to
face Ellen.

Ellen was sure she herself couldn't get hotter or more excited, but again
she was proved wrong.

More arousal stabbed into her as she stared. Maddy was taut, young, utterly
lovely. Her milky white skin was beautiful, full and healthy looking. Her
belly bulged slightly, her navel round but not as deep as the perfect pit
in the center of Hope's abdomen. She had... hair, dark-russet red growing
in the classic female triangle at the base of her gorgeous young belly,
densely packed silken curls. It was trimmed slightly at the bikini
line. Her sex itself was invisible, hidden in the dense forest of curls of
pubic hair at the apex of her round venus mound.

Her thighs were feminine, round and firm looking, her hips quite narrow,
beautiful, flowing up into her belly and flanks and topped with her big
white crimson-tipped tits.

Now Hope stood, facing Ellen, and once more time seemed to turn into
treacle.

She pulled her belt free, one loop at a time, her eyes glowing at Ellen,
bold sexiness burning in them. The belt came loose, she slipped the buckle,
let it hang free. She popped the button, opened the flap of her jeans,
slowly drew down the zipper. With a shocking warm rush of sex Ellen saw she
wasn't wearing panties under the jeans, the metal teeth of the zipper
revealed only a tiny, sparse landing strip of young woman's pubic hair,
growing on the same bulging, wonderful mound Ellen had felt a few days
before in her kitchen.

Arousal again flared hotly in Ellen's throbbing pussy. It felt as if it was
bursting open with excitement.

Hope moved her hands up to her fluted hips, hesitated a moment, then drew
the jeans down and away. She straightened up, looking ever more the Greek
goddess, spreading her slabbed thighs slightly.

Ellen stared.

And stared again.

Surely it can't be... it can't... how...?

She had never seen anything like it.

Hope's vulva was big. Not big. That was the wrong word. It
was... absolutely -enormous-. Ellen had a moment of lucidity to wonder if
the girl had some kind of condition, then even that rational thought was
swept away in the tide of sexual arousal that washed over her at the sight,
finally, of Hope's humongous female sex.

Hope's vulva began high up on her mound, like some girls and women she had
one of those high-riding pussies, where other girls had smooth skin or hair
her wrinkled clitoral cap already began, seemingly not at the bottom of her
triangle-mound but in the middle, halfway up her shapely belly. Her
clit-hood was huge, like the enormous bulging lips below it, everything
built to scale, arousing and beyond any conception Ellen had had of
beauty. Hope was naturally open, the lips so large and long and broad Ellen
could only stare and stare again. Her wrinkled and cute clit-hood flowed
down into a pair of extremely wide, perfectly symmetrical dark-brown minor
labia (Ellen wanted to giggle, the term \"minor labia\" didn't apply to Hope
-- her minor labia was at least two times thicker, wider and longer than
Ellen's labia majora was) hanging at least an inch down and outward outside
her major labia. Her outer lips bulged down too, their inner edges at least
two inches apart, the enormous dark brown pair of sex-lips between them
having pushed them apart and open and to the sides. The sets of lips and
folds were heaped on each other, almost like terraces. Ellen devoured the
sight, running her eyes from Hope's smooth soft thigh, the first, ruffled
terrace of her outer lips, and on top of and between them those
unbelievably large inner lips, and at -their- inner edge in turn finally
the dark, inviting slit of her cunt's inner crevice, flowing up into the
stubby, wrinkled cap over what was clearly an -enormous- clitoris, in
keeping with how unaccountably big the rest of her brown-lipped cunt was.

Ellen could not believe her eyes. She stared, and stared again.

Hope stood still for a long moment, and Ellen gorged herself, the girl's
beauty seeming to scorch her. She could NOT resist, slid a hand up her
thigh and into the urgently melting welter of lips and folds of her own
little honeypot. New delight sparked and surged up her belly. She groaned.

Hope, naked, moved forward, reached out and took her hand, drawing it away
from her genitals. Ellen's fingers were wet with her own arousal, and,
staring into her eyes, Hope took her fingertips in her mouth and... sucked
on them, drawing the older woman's essence into hers. Ellen mewled
helplessly, staring, the hot wet mouth around her fingers exciting her yet
more once again. She felt like a string on a guitar, being draw tighter and
tighter, vibrating with sex.

Maddy opened her thighs slightly and bent her knees, the dark red forest of
pubic curls dividing to reveal a delicate little slitted pink cunny. She
was -very- different from either of them, she and Hope, her entire sex was
just a pink, pouting gash, no minor lips or clitoris hood visible, just the
slit, dark, wonderful, totally female, an inviting valley between the two
bulging ridges of her labia majora, the dark-red hair of her mound
duplicated on the sides of her big white cunt-lips, growing on them like a
beard.

Maddy stroked a finger into its loveliness, slowly, from the top, first
stroking the russet-red pubic hair, then her fingertip disappearing into
the deep slit between the big fat lips hanging below. Her face jerked, and
her thighs shivered as she pushed the finger down and in between the fat
white lips between her glorious thighs, touching herself.

Ellen was losing her mind.

Hope drew her lovely face away, Ellen's fingers falling to her own naked
thigh. She smiled lasciviously at the older woman, and Ellen felt her
hands go around her ankles. Hope crouched, drew Ellen's legs straight out,
tugging on her. Ellen slowly slid down the armchair, and, out of her mind,
she helped the young girl pull her slowly out of the chair and down toward
the floor.

As she slid out of the chair, Hope pushed her ankles farther apart, and as
her tingling buttocks cleared the edge of the chair's cushion Ellen's legs
were as widely spread as could be, the air cool and shocking on the wet
folds of her slit as her pussy lips were pulled slightly open by Hope
spreading her legs so wide.

She was totally open, both young women had a gynecological view of her
sexual equipment. Both stared, and Hope kept her there a moment, legs
spread to the limit of Ellen's flexibility, Ellen's back still on the chair
but her buttocks hanging in the air, her pussy naked and wet and pink and
terribly aroused between them, shivering at the touch of their hungry
looks, suspended by Hope's hands holding her ankles.

Maddy groaned softly, the finger at the top of her vulva-slit rubbing a bit
faster as the sight.

Hope just stared, looking directly at Ellen's fully expose, aroused,
pulled-open cunt. Her hazel eyes were unfathomable.

Ellen was breathing like a sprinter, and she noted Hope's lovely coral lips
were parted too, the achingly handsome face dark with blood, the flush
slowly spreading over the smooth, sculptured shoulders and dangling
blunt-tipped breasts below.

She tried not to think what Hope was feeling, that gigantic young cunt with
its enormous lips, was it getting wet, shivering, tingling, -burning-
electrically like hers was?

Ellen wanted to jump up, take control, -RAPE- them both, but she was so
aroused she was scared to move, so she hung in space, her back on the
chair, her hips and ass hovering in the air as both girls stared at her
nakedness, Maddy slowly jilling at the top of her beautiful fat slitted
snatch with a single fingertip while Hope just breathed and stared and
flushed. Maddy moaned again, open mouthed. It was female, sexual,
suggestive sound, the only one in a long while in the quiet room, the only
other sound the quick breathing of each aroused woman. Her finger speeded
up in her own sex's slit, rubbing more urgently, and she brought another
hand up to her face, licked her fingers, then used it to spread herself
open, pulling the wide lips apart, still standing with cocked knees and
slightly open thighs.

She was a delicate red/pink inside, her labia minora two perfectly
symmetrical little folded curves, lips within lips, glistening with
arousal, nestling between the thick white ridges of her outer lips. Her
fingertip was rubbing at their fluted apex, and Ellen glimpsed the rounded
tip of a prominent little clitoris sliding under the tip of Maddy's
forefinger, crimson with sexual excitement, dripping and wet.

She shuddered.

It seemed to break the spell, Hope reverently lowered her ankles to the
ground. Ellen pushed herself forward, sliding off the couch, the rug soft
under her back as she finally settled to the floor.

Hope let go of her ankles, dropping forward, her face... her face went
between Ellen's still-spread thighs, the pulsing pleasure mounting sharply
as the girl's handsome visage came close to Ellen's melting lips and slit.

Ellen screamed a little as she felt the girls breath on her folds.

Hope reached over and tapped Maddy on one jutting round buttock. The girl
seemed distracted for a moment, her finger frantically masturbating her
held-open pussy, then shivered and straighted up.

In a fluid, natural moment Ellen would never, ever forget for as long as
she lived, Maddy stepped forward over Ellen's face, then squatted down. The
fat white lips of her vulva flowered open as she squatted down, and the
smell, oh god the smell of her, the musk of aroused young female filled
Ellen's world, the pink minor labia seeming to open too, descending, and
the girl's sex was -close- and then it was on her, on her face, the soft
wet folds molding over her nose, and to a low, cawing groan from Maddy she
scooted down slightly and shuddered her perfect hips and the wet lips and
folds and the swollen bump of her clitoris slid onto Ellen's mouth, her
dense pubic curls tickling her nose.

Maddy groaned again, loudly, shaking her hips, grinding the lips and folds
and hair and slit into Ellen's face and mouth, the groan unmistakable...

Maddy looked down, her lovely face mottled with sex, big tits two
pink-tipped towers, perfect curve of belly, then the sudden burst of
russet-red pubic curls, the fat white lips with the shocking crimson lips
within lips filling Ellen's world. The girl's anus was a little raised pink
dimple at the lower edge of her gorgeous slitted cunny.

\"L-lick me...\" she moaned softly, juddering her thighs slightly and lifting
herself so Ellen's mouth could move a bit.

\"Lick me...!\" she asked again, her voice wracked, and she shuddered her
thighs once more.

Ellen finally knew what heaven was like.

\"Lick me...\"

Ellen opened her mouth, licked Maddy straight up the middle, the slippery
inner lips sliding over her tongue, the ridges of the major labia brushing
her cheeks, the smoke-soft hair tickling her nose again, her clit a hard
nub at the top of the silken-soft pink folds.

Maddy shuddered and cried out loudly, bearing down to bring her sex into
better contact with Ellen's insidiously licking lips and tongue.

\"YES!!!!!! Yes.... yes.... yesyesyesyesYES!\"

Ellen tried to think that not too long past her son's big penis was driving
in there where she was now so ardently performing cunnilingus on the girl,
and the thought merely sent her into another paroxysm of shuddering sexual
arousal. It was almost too much to process, and she was so into eating out
the shivering young woman's slit crouched above her that the soft warm
breath that suddenly blew over her own dripping cunt was like being dipped
in fire, then ice.

Hope.

Hope was going to...

That single, warning breath of air was all notice she got, and the next
moment it was if her body popped inside out through her vulva, and it felt
as fit she on fire and frozen at the same time, as the dark headed little
lesbian laying between her legs executed a slow, dragging lick with the
full flat of her tongue over Ellen's entire sex-slit, starting just above
her anus, sliding up over the sweltering lips diagonally, briefly slipping
gloriously inside the lips before the rasping soft wetness of her tongue
slid over Ellen's quivering clit-hood.

Her world seemed to shatter and she screamed into Maddy's poised cunt over
her face. Maddy moaned loudly, then ground her pussy down again on Ellen's
face, catching another ecstatic shriek as Hope did another torturously
slow, broad-tongued lick over Ellen's swirling gash.

Ellen surface for a moment, then screamed up into Maddy's vagina once more.

Maddy shivered powerfully, moaned, whispered in a low, agonized voice,
shaking her hips again.

\"Lick my cunt... lick my cunt... lick my pussy... lick my pussy... lick my
PUSSY!! Lick it... lick it...!\"

She shivered her hips again.

Ellen was out of her mind, losing touch with reality. Her world was a wet
young gorgeous pink vulva being ground into her face and a rough hot tongue
sliding over her own pleasure-exploding sex.

This time she was virtually in the orgasm before she realized it was
happening.

She jerked her face to the side, Maddy was sitting on her with her full
weight, grinding her dripping pussy into Ellen's face, panting. She just
managed to get her mouth clear of the girl's slabbed soft thighs and cunt
and hair and -scream-.

\"C-c-cuuuumming!!!!! I'm CUMMINGGGG! Hope! JAMISOOON I'M CUMMING!!!\"

She couldn't handle it anymore, she was burning, why she screamed, she
could not say.

But Hope, beautiful, wonderful Hope, heard her.

And bit her.

Again.

Teeth nipped at her intimate place, carefully but firmly, Hope biting down
at the root of her thrumming clitoris, at the apex of her venus mound.

Ellen screamed again, this time in amazement, for -again- the orgasmic
ecstasy seemed to teeter, hesitate and fade, and Hope knew just what to do
and she let go and then nipped at Ellen's clitoris root again, teeth
scoring the wrinkled cap covering it at the top of Ellen's vulva lips, and
the orgasm... stopped. Shuddering and slowly fading, the drivingly intense
pleasure drained from her body and she kind of fell back from the edge,
Maddy panting above her, helplessly grinding her quivering slit into
Ellen's cheek and temple, mad with her own arousal.

Hope bit a third time, and she felt just the tip of the girl's finger
inside her vagina, testing, looking for the contractions. She gripped it
powerfully, just once, then managed to relax.

Oh my god...!

Maddy groaned loudly, lifted herself slightly and reached down, roughly
turning Ellen's head back so she could start sliding her pussy over Ellen's
mouth and nose and chin again. Ellen managed a snatched breath, and it was
filled with young woman and excited cunt musk and silky-soft pubic
hair. Then Maddy's hard little clitoris bumped into her nose again
eliciting a soft shriek from the girl above her.

She was simply in -heaven-.

Her pleasure was still there, but it seemed that Hope had increased the...
pressure somehow, once again, and she reveled in the swirling sexual
enjoyment shuddering all over her tensed body.

In another blaring rush of delight Hope was at her pussy again, this time
almost picking at it, licking with just the tip of her tongue, over one
outer lip and then the other, then over her clitoris under its swirling
hood, then a quick, shocking lick over her inner labia, then the outer ones
again. Her warm breath on the sensitive flesh caused goosebumps of
enjoyment to burst out all over Ellen's skin.

Then she was away, licking Ellen's inner thighs, nibbling, tonguing. Her
one hand slipped close, but instead of going to Ellen's melting gash she
slipped a fingertip lower, gently scored it over the ridged brown rosette
of Ellen's anus.

New, almost sickly-intense sensations assault Ellen, she'd never thought
her anus could... but Hope gently scored it again, and she was forced to
grunt with the enormous delight shooting up her spine, muffling it in the
cunt-folds of the rapidly gasping Maddy.

She was going out of her mind with enjoyment and pleasure.

Hope still had her finger on her anus, but now again started licking,
leaving the lips alone but concentrating on Ellen's thrumming clit under
its thickly folded and whorled hood. Electric delight surged upward into
her belly and chest again as the girl licked her clitoris's cap, her pussy
almost like a living thing between her legs, it was like it was sound, it
was screaming constantly, the screams driving electric sexually delight up
into her tortured body in endless waves of unmanageable rapture.

So it seemed to go on, for a very long time, though just -how- long she
would never be able to say afterward. Maddy would gasp and shiver and ride
her pussy down over Ellen's face, Ellen would groan into the open pink
wetness of it and lick and nibble, Maddy would bump the hard pebble of her
clitoris's tip into Ellen's nose and hiss with delight, Hope would lightly
rub Ellen's anus and then nip and lick the fat lips between Ellen's
legs. Then it would start again, the pleasure building and building and
building up, higher and hotter each moment, that terrible... pressure Hope
and Maddy seemed capable of eliciting like something unseen, but very
definitely -there- in her pussy and anus and tits and body, an almost
dangerous edge to it, something that hinted of such power that she for one
fleeting moment was afraid of just what it might turn into when she
-finally- came and started climaxing...

Finally, finally she sensed a change in Maddy's movements, the gasps and
little cries.

She herself was excruciatingly close, kept there by the expertise of
Hope. She was busy industriously licking Ellen's pussy lips, seeming to
read the level of Ellen's arousal like a book, knowing when to back off or
when to lick and nibble harder and faster. She'd do the clit-bite thing
every few moments, keeping Ellen right at the edge, calming her down and
then jazzing her up with a perfect timing that was astounding to Ellen, or
roughly flicking the hood with her tongue when Ellen's arousal slacked a
bit, or nuzzling and licking her thighs while that insidious fingertip
slipped just inside Ellen's cunt lips to tease the mouth of her grasping,
cramping vagina or to lightly rub over Ellen's buzzing pee-hole, or scoring
a finger over the little brown ridge of Ellen's shivering anus.

She had had her eyes closed, burying her face in Maddy's sex, licking the
girl's silky slit with steady movements, trying to understand the
sensations she herself was experiencing. She had never been -this- aroused
in her life, not with Deb and not with her husband. It was like one long
continuous sexual climax, lasting for minutes, and she absolutely LOVED it.

Maddy made a strange \"hunh!\" kind of sound above her, her riding / grinding
movement slowing suddenly. Ellen glanced up past the excited pink pussy
filling her field of view, over the dark tringle of crisp pubic curls, the
slightly curved belly and lovely high-riding milk-white breasts.

The girl's face was flushed red, the flush had crept over the magnificent
globes of her teats, her nipples erect and about twice as large as when
that beautiful moment happened when she had shucked her bra off her
sculptured shoulders. She was swimmingly-wet, Ellen's face was covered in
her pussy's juices, and she was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed, a
look of intense concentration on her face. Ellen's own pleasure jumped
again, Hope had spread her vulva open and was concentrating on licking over
Ellen's pee opening, pushing the tip of her tongue into it and sucking
gently.

Maddy \"hunh!\"-ed again, her eyes fluttering open to look down at Ellen as
she ground her cunny into Ellen's face. Ellen felt Hope's hand leave her
own swirling gash, letting the thick lips slip closed, and heard her slap
one of Maddy's poised round little buttocks.

\"Hunh! Hunh!!\" Maddy grunted with more urgency, shaking her buttocks,
pressing her genitals down harder over Ellen's face.

Hope slapped her friend's ass again, harder this time, the crack of her
hand on the soft flesh loud above the grunts and groans and gasped
breathing which was the only sound in the room. Maddy seemed to freeze,
then plunged her hips down and forward, just like a man fucking a woman,
grinding her silken-hot cunt harder and harder into Ellen's face.

Ellen felt Hope move from between her tights, to nibble and lick and bite
her friend's behind. Ellen felt Hope's hand at her chin, and then she took
two fingers and roughly rammed them in and up into her lover's vagina.

Maddy jerked to a stop. Frozen, she shivered mightly, shaking, quivering
ecstatically. Her sex-mottled face tilted back, and she shivered again, and
again, side to side, and Ellen felt Hope's hand move by her chin, drawing
her fingers out of Maddy's slit and then roughly stabbing them back up the
girl's vagina, she herself had her mouth full of the top of Maddy's labia
and her clitoris. She licked the tiny hard rod firmly, sucked hard on it.

Maddy shrieked. Her body jerked once, then her thighs tightened around
Ellen's head, the long shapely legs' muscles going as hard as stone as she
shrieked again, gasped, then -screamed-.

It was almost inhuman, a keening, full-throated wail, impossibly loud, and
Ellen felt the girl's thighs clamped around her head shudder and jump and
shudder and jump again. She opened her mouth as wide as she could sucked
the sensitive flesh of the girl's cunt into her mouth, sucked hard, Maddy's
clitoris firm and pointed against the flat of her tongue.

\"Oh my GOOOOOOOOD!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!! AH! AH! AHH! AAAAHHHH Hope
Hope GIRLAAAAAAAARGHHH!!!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH! AaaaaHHHAAAA!!!!
JANET. JANET!!!!!! OH GOD MY PUSSSY OH GOD MY PUSSYYY MY PUUUUSSYYY!!!!!!!
HAAAAAAA!!!!!\"

Maddy came, orgasming with a force and power Ellen had never seen. She
jerked her thighs back and forward, Hope pushing -hard- to keep her fingers
buried in Maddy, as the girl frantically ground her orgasming clit and
pussy all over Ellen's face and nose and mouth and chin, wailing and
screaming like a condemned soul, bucking and screaming and crying.

It seemed to go on and on and on, until at last with one explosive slam of
her thighs Maddy butted her orgasming slit into Ellen's face once more, her
liquids splashing over Ellen's mouth and nose and with a last despairing
howl seemed to freeze and then topple slowly to the left off Ellen's head
to mewl and shudder slowly into silence on the ground next to her.

Ellen was stunned, overwhelmed, confused, it had been so... powerful to
witness that for a moment, just a moment, her own driving, animal lust was
forgotten and she could only marvel at the beauty and power of what she'd
done to Maddy. It was her face, tongue, lips that had made that happen for
the young woman...

She was still marvelling at what she'd just witnessed when Hope came into
view again. For some minutes she had not seen the goddess like face, her
own being buried in Maddy's most intimate sexual anatomy, but now she saw
that it was flushed red, the magnificent tits and chest matching it, the
flat-tipped teats on Hope's big pointed breasts swollen and straining with
her arousal.

Her handsome face had a hungry, almost angry look, and her pink tongue
flipped out briefly to lick her coral lips.

Ellen wanted to scream.

Hope reared up and shuffled forward, and it was like the end of the world,
she threw a thigh over Ellen's shoulder the magnificently enormous,
gorgeously perfect pussy at the base of her sexy belly like the sun rising
into view. Aroused and excited it seemed even bigger, the gigantic brown
lips glistening wetly, whorled and coiled around and into each other,
hanging like silky curtains from between the major labia, the thick, stubby
hood over her big rod-like clit at their top drawn tight over its obvious
erection and engorgement.

She moved her other thigh up, and as if in a dream it looked almost as if
it had a life of its own as Hope settled it closer, and Ellen went a little
cross eyed trying to look at it, and then Hope shuddered it down over her
face, the seemingly endless folded and refolded brown ridges of her mammoth
minor labia sliding down over her nose, covering her face, sliding and
opening to incredible heat and wetness, broad enough to cover both sides of
her mouth, and she madly, eagerly licked inside the entrance to Hope's deep
pink vagina, but as always she made no sound except for a gasp and a
powerfully shuddering shiver of her buttocks and thighs.

If Ellen had thought she'd experienced heaven before with Maddy sitting on
her face, she now discovered that there was somewhere beyond even that
level of sexual enjoyment, arousal and rapture.

Hope's cunny was so huge... she felt the tip of the girl's clitoris on her
forehead, while the inner lips covered her entire face, the clit at the
bridge of her nose and the outer edge of the inner folds splayed all over
her face beyond the edge of her mouth, Hope's little sexy vagina hovering
in the air below her chin. She started a grinding motion, but Ellen could
see nothing, even her eyes lost under the incredible broadness of the
girl's pussy.

Hope rode her clitoris down over Ellen's nose, shivered it from side to
side over her mouth, then ground down and dragged it back up over her nose
to her forehead. She sighed loudly, then sighed again, settling into a
rhythm, grinding it into Ellen's face, slowly thrusting her thighs forward
and back.

Ellen had long since become so excited she couldn't distinguished what was
happening with her anymore. All she knew is she had never been this
aroused.

Ever.

She reached up, searched for, found -- slipping a finger up into the slowly
pistoning depths of Hope's vagina. It was even silkier than her cunt lips,
and as she pushed her finger into the tight hot wetness she was gratified
by a small sigh escaping Hope's handsome lips.

She was staring down at herself as she rode Ellen's face, a strange,
wonderous kind of look on her own face, perfect white teeth visible as she
breathed deeply and slowly through her mouth.

Ellen's own pussy was afire, buzzing electricity filling it, making it feel
hot and throbbing. Suddenly it stabbed sensation up into her.

She had been so intent and overwhelmed by Hope grinding herself into her
face, she had not noticed that Maddy had overcame het post-orgasmic stupor,
and had crawled round to between her thighs.

Sensation fired into Ellen again as Maddy did the same, torturously intense
dragging lick on Ellen's cunt that Hope had did.

No doubts where she learned that...

Helpless, heedless, Ellen nibbled and bit at the huge female genitals
sliding back and forth over her face, shuddering her own thighs. She was a
bit scared, Maddy was -good- but somehow Ellen knew, just knew, that she
did not have Hope's delaying skills...

It seemed to go on and on, and endless heaven of cunt and lip and clit and
pussy and sex and sighs, of silken wet heat, a grasping young vagina,
licking and nibbling and smoldering, mounting lust of an intensity she had
not, ever, -EVER, thought possible. And all the time that glacially
beautiful, almost impassive, perfect dark-haired face of Hope's, the eyes
hooded, only the slightly open, cute mouth and quick breathing, plus the
slowly speeding up thrusts of her perfect thighs betraying her own mounting
sexual pleasure.

Where it ended or where it began she could not say.

The beginning of the end began with the slow, dipping thrusts of Hope's
hips, grinding her clitoris all over Ellen's face, becoming slightly more
intense, more jerky, more abrupt. Ellen could tell all the time that Hope's
clitoris was -big-, but now the young woman lifted herself slightly,
pulling back and up on the gigantic curtains of her fascinatingly huge
minor labia, dragging the ridged clit-hood away and up and letting her clit
pop free.

Even with all the incredible things that had happened so far, Ellen was
again amazed from the beginning. Her own urgently soaring climax was close,
driven by the quick, firm licks Maddy was delivering on her own sweltering
pussy, but this... -this-...!

It was just... huge. Enormous. Or even gigantic.

When Robert had been little, Ellen remembered his tiny penis almost looking
exactly like the monster Hope was now displaying, only an inch from Ellen's
mouth, which had gone suddenly dry at the sight of it.

Hope was at least an inch and a half long, the shaft of her clitoris a
deep, crimson-cherry red. It stuck straight downward like a small hard
spear from the top of her ginormous minor labia, it's hood a rolled up
curtain at the base of her venus mound, and had a defined, bulbous head
separate from the body of it, just like a man's organ. Of course there was
no skin, it was all clit, and Ellen realized it almost matched the look of
Hope's nipples -- flat headed, impossibly broad. Her clitoral glans was at
least as large as the tip of Ellen's pinky.

She only got seconds to stare at the magnificent part of Hope's vulva,
before the girl slowly settled it down and as if in a dream Ellen opened
her mouth and Hope pushed it in between her lips.

It was hard as bone, yet soft and pliant and, fascinated, she drew her
tongue over its tip and gently licked up the tiny shaft of it, her nose
buried in the soft landing-strip of Hope's pubic hair, her mound molding
itself over Ellen's nose.

-Now- Hope was making sounds. Not sounds per se, just a softly whispered
\"fuck\" every few moments. This was what would later drive Ellen into
endless paroxysm of sexual delight -- these softly mouthed utterances of
that one word -- fuck -- as Hope started to experience -real- pleasure.

\"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...\" the girl prayed almost, shivering her
thighs, dragging her impossibly big clitoris from Ellen's mouth to grind it
over her cheeks and nose, then with a soft \"fuck\" pushing it back into her
mouth.

Maddy was going to town on Ellen's pussy, she had the lips spread wide now,
and Ellen felt her slowly push a finger down into her vagina. Pleasure,
final, and intense, flared up madly in her vulva. She was engrossed in
Hope's pussy it was a delightfully intense shock to feel her own sexual
pleasure spark upward again.

Ellen grunted into the soft wet flesh on her face and pushed a second
finger roughly up into the wet heat of Hope's vagina. The girl gripped
powerfully at it with her vaginal muscles. A shudder ran up her magnificent
back.

\"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...\"

The dipping, rolling motion of her thighs started up again, her erect,
rock-hard, soft clit slipping in and out of Ellen's mouth. There was an
edge to the movement, almost a convulsion, the excited flesh slipping and
rubbing all over Ellen's face, the huge labia sliding all over her forehead
and mouth.

And still that impassive, beautiful face with the perfect mouth, the hazel
eyes hooded, as she stared down at her own body with Ellen's head at her
thighs' juncture, the soft, repeated \"fuck\" bubbling from her mouth.

\"Fuck....\" and then she went silent. Triumph filled Ellen as Hope's
gorgeous face at last showed emotion, an expression of agony suddenly
contorting her beautiful features.

\"Put another finger in my vagina... put another finger in me... do it now,
do it now...!\" Muscles jumped and shivered in her beautiful stomach.

Ellen extended a third finger, Hope had lifted herself up and Ellen reared
up, caught the impressively big clitoris again between her lips, drew it
out and sucked hard on it.

The silken vagina around her three fingers suddenly cramped hard, relaxed,
cramped, relaxed, then -cramped- and started to quiver.

\"Fuck... fuck... fuck fuck fuck
fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUUUUCK!!!!FUUUUCK!FUCKBITEMYCUNTBITEMYCUNTBITEMYCUNT!!
YEAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!\"

Hope shrieked, then shrieked again, collapsing her cunt down on Ellen's
face, the so-far impassive face contorted and blood-red as she started
climaxing. She screamed unintelligibly, her repeated \"fuck\" mixed in with
the shrieks, and a screamed \"bite my cunt\" mixed in with it. Ellen eagerly
obliged, nipping at her enormous pink clit, the gigantic lips surrounding
it, her thighs and the small rinds of her outer labia. Her vagina around
her fingers was cramping and releasing, cramping and releasing as Hope
wailed and shuddered with her orgasm, grinding her pussy into Ellen's face.

It was just too much, for as Hope howled at the absolute apex of her
sexual ecstasy, Maddy rammed Ellen's vulva open roughly, pulled up her
clitoral hood, and in one motion fastened her mouth over Ellen's buzzing
clitoris while ramming two fingers down hard into the older woman's
vagina. She sucked -hard-, drawing Ellen already swirling clit out and
making it squirm against her tongue.

Ellen came.

Everything faded and her entire world became her wet slitted sex. The cleft
seemed to implode inward on itself, vibrating intensely, and she kind of
went blind with the immediacy of the sheer sexual ecstasy of it. Hope was
still screaming somewhere above her in the depths of her climax, moaning
for her cunt to be bitten, and grinding it down on her face, but then even
that beautiful sound faded out of Ellen's awareness.

The awful pressure on her cunt was back in a flash, and it mixed with the
pleasure, a buzzing, roaring sensation of electric sexual rapture as she
had not believed it was possible to feel. It built and built in her pussy,
like feedback from a microphone, getting stronger and louder each
second. Far off she heard herself start to scream into Hope's sex with her
own pleasure, her mouth, her tits, her legs, hands, feet, everything going
out of her control.

Maddy was merciless, sucking and nibbling on Ellen's clitoris, her fingers
driving hard into the older woman's gash.

The pleasure and pressure built and built and a final screamed \"BITE MY
CUNT!!!\" from Hope and yet another slow hot lick over her glowing clitoris
and the fingers driving hard into her sensitive vagina finally pushed her
over the edge.

It was so intense she could actually hear it, a rushing roar like the
sea. A star suddenly rose between her tensed legs, a fire so intense
flaring up in her pussy it instantly burned everything around it, and it
was as if someone was pouring hot lava into her slit, pumping it full of
hot, frothing heat, the pressure rising and rising and rising, and her cunt
becoming fuller and fuller and fuller each seconds, and she screamed, and
then screamed again into Hope's cunt which was still pressed urgently to
her face, the pressure in her own sex still building, and then building
some more, and then her gash seemed to flare open, and the hot lava of an
utter sexual ecstasy as intense as nothing she'd ever felt, seemed to spew
out of it, pure sexual delight bursting in a long, endless spewing torrent
out of her cunt, and her vagina started its clamping and releasing,
clamping and releasing around Maddy's still-driving fingers, the hot
pleasure-lava inundating her entire body, and she shrieked and delighted in
the power of it immolating her, her orgasm like agonizing fire consuming
her body.

Again and again the waves of ecstatic delight washed outward over her
tensed body, driven by her exploding pussy, and again and again she clasped
her vagina desperately at Maddy's fingers, the girls tongue still
mercilessly working her clitoris's tip, her fingers pumping into Maddy's
cunt. Ellen screamed and came, screamed and came until she thought she was
going to die with the horrible intensity of the sexual ecstasy burning into
her from her climaxing pussy.

At last, there was one final, roiling and slow explosion of utter sexual
delight rippling through her entire body, and then it was over, the
aftershocks of it stunning her, and she sagged back, feeling Maddy's
fingers slip out of her and the girl's wonderful mouth leaving her
genitals.

Hope lifted her own fragrant and wet slit off Ellen's lips, slid down her
right side, and kissed her long and hard, licking her own pussy juice from
Ellen's cheeks and chin and face. Maddy sidled up to the other side, and
soon Ellen had four young tits pressing into hers. She gasped, still out of
breath. Maddy kissed her in turn, then laid her handsome red head on her
chest, her one hand idly flicking one of Ellen's nipples.

Hope threw a long, shapely leg over Ellen's, her soft, fat mound and the
huge cunt beneath settling against Ellen's outer thigh.

She kissed Ellen again, licked over her nose.

\"Did you like that...?\" she whispered softly.

Ellen could only nod uncertainly.

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