Skillfully playing the rhythm of Michele’s spasms, Barbara carefully massaged the clit, extending the awesome throes of Michele’s pleasure. Slowly, Michele’s aftershocks eased, and she eased into a warm, fuzzy glow. Barbara was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue panties were drenched.
“Kiss me again,” Michele murmered.
Eagerly, Barbara did, and found a warm, wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth. The blonde’s hands went out to Barbara’s body.
Suddenly, she broke away. “Barbara, I’m scared and I’m embarassed. I… I’ve never… er, …”
The brunette replied, “Neither have I, sweet little sister. I’ve never even considered it before. Relax. We’re sisters, remember?”
This was not true, since Barbara had pleasured and been pleasured by a number of her close female friends over the years. She said it to reassure Michele that what they were doing was special between them.
“You always seem to know things,” Michele remarked, nodding.
“Come on, let’s not stay in here.”
They wandered back out into the hallway, Michele clad only in her skirt and half-slip, clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Michele’s bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.
Michele took a big gulp of champagne.
Barbara smiled at her. “I’m hot, too, now,” she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as she looked at the full-chested blonde.
Michele watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused, as well as her inner fires, which were rekindled at the sight.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Barbara’s blouse. “I’ll bet your breasts are beautiful.”
“They’re kinda small, not like yours.”
The blonde stopped unbuttoning at her words. “Maybe she doesn’t want me to,” she thought.
“Go ahead. Please. I do want you to touch me,” the brunette whispered.
Michele gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under Barbara’s belt, drawing the blouse open, unveiling the treasures beneath. Barbara was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded bra. Michele reached behind Barbara, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down. Though not large, Barbara’s breasts were well shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned with quarter-sized areolas which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.
“Oh! They ARE beautiful.”
On sudden impulse, Michele leaned forward and kissed the hardening brown tips. Barbara’s nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She sometimes “got off” just from laying with her breasts,or allowing others to do so. The sensation of Michele’s kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions in her belly.
Barbara removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Michele broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the brunette’s lips.
Michele’s fingers explored the other woman’s firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down Barbara’s neck and fastened her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her tongue over the ripening plums.
Barbara’s moaning grew.
“Come, little sister.” She said, breathlessly. Getting up, she took Michele’s hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothing. Under the severe business suit, she had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky Vanity Fair panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her hair and milk-white skin.
In fact, sometimes Barbara would go without underwear, except for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secret “naughtiness” of it.
When Barbara had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Michele saw that her “bush” was full, a tangle slightly more red than the hair on her head – it made a lovely picture: the pale flesh, the auburn public hair and the full, sensuous navel.
Barbara’s legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold. As she bent to remove her stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature’s pink and frilly veil.
Michele giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.
Barbara laughed. “We forget to bring the wine!”
“I’ll get it,” Michele laughed.
Barbara watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.
“Don’t forget the glasses,” she called out.
Barbara turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Michele returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Michele giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman’s neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the brunette’s smaller ones.
Barbara began to stroke Michele’s back, running her hands up and down the other woman’s spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman’s rounded buttocks.
Michele flicked Barbara’s jutting nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.
Barbara began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Michele flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full nipples, and the brunette began to shiver.
Barbara cupped her hands over Michele’s breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.
“That feels so good, Barbara,” Michele murmered. Her hand strayed down Barbara’s belly. “You’re so pretty. I love your pubic hair. See how it curls.”
She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Barbara’s belly. She pulled gently at the auburn curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between.
The brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman’s fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Michele’s thigh and rotated her hips slowly.
Michele squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Barbara’s. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman’s lips were kissing the brunettes.
She stroked the other woman’s belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.
She manoeuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing hotly against Barbara’s. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.
Barbara lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the blonde’s. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmths bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other’s breasts, pulling each others nipples. The auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release, their two erect love-buds straining against each others’.
Michele dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, “Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?”
Barbara was beyond thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge of orgasm. She began to quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and moans.
“Mmmm… oo, oo, mmmMMMM.”
Barbara had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.
In the next moment, Michele, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings once more. Her vagina clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more fiercely against her slender partner’s neither lips.
Michele collapsed over the brunette’s body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their aftershocks.
“Ohh. Nicssssssssss,” Barbara breathed.
She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Michele, and sipped.
Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.
“Do you have any ‘toys’ at home, Michele?”
Michele was embarrased at the sight of Barbara’s “toy.” When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to “help herself” with fingers or a pillow–but never with something so blatenty sexual. Michele blushed, and murmered,“no.”
Barbara walked back to the bed, carrying the instrument. She bent down beside the bed to plug the vibrator in the wall. She drank more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her stillmoist lips, then stopped.
“Here, won’t you do me?” she asked, handing the instrument to Michele.
Michele hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Barbara’s open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink portals open.
She gulped down the rest of the contents of her glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette’s knees.
She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman’s valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Barbara reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Michele prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its end, and turned it a little.
A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Barbara’s ample juices. Barbara moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Michele watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself with her own fingers.
With each entry Barbara’s moans grew deeper. When half the length of the vibrator had disappeared, Michele turned the control up a bit more. The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her hand.
“Ohh… Good… Mmm… More… Ohh…”
Michele pulled it slowly out, then pushed it back in. It slid more easily as Barbara’s moisture wet the shaft. Michele was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.
Although she was unconscious of it, Michele’s free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.
Barbara was grasping her own breasts. She spread her fingers, and rotating her wrists, rolled her erect nipples.
Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.
“Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!”
Michele pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of Barbara’s insides. She watched enthralled as the brunette began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking.
Michele’s hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.
She watched the brunette’s pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.
“Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!”
Barbara bucked up, her body contacting the bed only with her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her nipples expanding.
Michele turned the control up all the way. The instrument buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Barbara’s body of itself. Barbara pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Michele had dared.
Michele rotated the end of the vibrator, twisting it in the brunette’s body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.
Again the rising moaning cry burst from Barbara’s throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She drew her knees up over her chest and shook.
Michele had released her hold on the vibrator when Barbara dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Barbara’s hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it.
Michele pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes.
Barbara’s whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace.
“Nn… NNg… Gggk…”
Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips.
Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened.
Michele turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.
“Ahh! Wait! Slowly.”
More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.
“Gee, I never come like that,” she thought.
Barbara lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.
Michele looked at the instument, slick with the other woman’s honey. She lay down next to Barbara, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel.
How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, watching the other woman’s pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work.
She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.
“Ohh. Yes, it’s good. Ohh.”
Barbara awoke from her drowse at the sounds.
“Oh, little sister, let me.”
Barbara took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.
“Here. Lie over these,” she instructed.
Michele rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.
“Now relax, little sister.”
Barbara parted Michele’s lips with one hand and guided the instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Michele’s body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.
“Mmmm” Michele mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her.
Barbara worked more and more of the device into Michele, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Michele’s wiggling derriere.
Barbara advanced the control another notch.
The brunette pumped the vibrating device in and out of Michele’s hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Michele’s flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out.
Sensing the blonde was at the edge, Barbara turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Michele’s other opening with a wet fingertip.
“Arrrg… Ohhh.. NNNNNG!”
Michele’s cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Michele came. And came.
Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.
She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Barbara insistantly stirred the machine in her body, while stroking her anus.
At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going.
“Oh, Barbara. That was… beautiful! But, oh, I’m so sleepy!”
“Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we’ll sleep well.”
“Good. Thanks. Hold me?”
They kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.