Chapter 6

Emma brought her teeth carefully down on the nipple and felt Sasha surge even as the nipple begin swelling. She chewed carefully, lightly, keeping her tongue in motion as her hands tightened and loosened on the abundant flesh. Sasha shifted on the sofa and Emma altered her position so she still was straddling Sasha’s jerking thigh with her juicy cunt -- but now Emma had one foot flat on the floor and knelt on the couch with her other knee pressed up into the widening apex of Sasha’s thighs.

Sasha tried to force more of her tit into Emma’s mouth, then needed to feel the smaller woman’s oral attentions on the other breast. She pulled Emma’s head to her right boob and began humping her open, wet cunt against Emma’s knee.

Emma knew exactly what Sasha was craving now and went to work on the right breast with abandon. She sucked as hard as she could at Sasha’s nipple, trying her best to twirl her tongue around the swollen mass. The nipple was easily as large as half of a plum, and had about the same firmness and texture -- but was warmer and throbbing perceptibly.

When she bit into the plum, Sasha cried out and tried to force more of her big breast into Emma’s mouth than could possibly fit.

Simultaneously, her hips began bucking uncontrollably and her legs straightened and spread wide.

As Sasha came, Emma was sliding down her leg, losing her perch. Sasha toppled to one side on the sofa, brutally pinching her nipples with thumbs and forefingers and pulling them up, harder than Emma would have dared. Sasha’s hips still shuddered on the couch.

Emma rose on trembling knees and looked down at her new lover. The sight sent a renewed spasm of lust through her. Wearing only the dark, silken pajama bottoms -- with a visible wet mark at the crotch -- Sasha looked like a horny adolescent’s Hefneresque fantasy come true. The disheveled reddish blonde hair was a halo around her and her face and neck and upper chest were deeply flushed. And from the center of her chest rose twin, quivering mounds of pal, firm flesh capped by swollen, enormous, broad nipples.

Unable to take her eyes of Sasha, even while the younger woman was jamming both hands into the loose waist of the pajama bottoms, Emma stripped off the rest of her dancing outfit. She bent just enough to caress Sasha’s face and refocus her student’s attention on her.

“Do you have a bedroom here? Someplace where we can go and feast on each other...?”

Sasha grabbed the hand and began lavishing kisses on Emma’s fingers and knuckles and palm.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to get nipples like this rubbing on -- and in -- your pretty pussy?” Sasha asked.

Just the thought sent a renewed wetness flooding through Emma’s cunt.

“Because I want to show you what it’s like!”

The bottoms of the dark silken pajamas hung low on Sasha’s full hips, accentuating the wonderful flare from her trim waist to her full buttocks. Her ass twitched enticingly through the material and Emma stopped in the bedroom doorway to watch and savor.

How can she be so beautiful and sexy? Emma thought. She barely noticed the room’s furnishings -- the dresser and armoire, the plush rug, the floor-to-ceiling drapes -- because her eyes focused on the queen-size bed and the woman standing before it and turning to face her.

Sasha raised her arms to Emma and the petite ballet instructor wasted no time in going to her -- and those fabulous breasts. She took one in each hand and hefted them, then bent and mouthed each huge nipple. When both were thoroughly slicked, Emma stretched up on her tiptoes and began rubbing her own engorged nozzles against Sasha’s unusual nipples. The sensation of nipples against nipples sent shivers of pleasure through her lithe little frame. She slowly dropped to her knees, her tongue out and busy on the firm, indrawn flesh of Sasha’s tummy as she pulled the pajama bottoms down and for the first time saw Sasha completely naked.

The hairs around Sasha’s cunt were like those on her head -- reddish blonde and abundant. Her thighs were pale and full with their firm youth. Emma pushed Sasha back and the younger woman sat on the bed, letting Emma part her thighs and lick from her knees to her crotch and back down.

Emma felt transported by what she was doing -- electrified. She felt all the tiny, soft hairs on her forearms standing up as if a current was running through her. Something about the musky, post-workout scent of this young woman -- so long desired -- and the tautness of her pale flesh tingled through her entire body. Every part of her seemed to vibrate of its own accord and in harmony with every other part of her physique. She wanted to return pleasure for pleasure a hundred-fold and immerse herself in sybaritic abandon.