Chapter 7: Girls and Girls Guys and Girls

My family was out of town. Jane was spending the night.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

Jane lay her head on my shoulder. “I think every girl at my college has done it at least once. Yes, Zacky, I’ve licked pussy. But it wasn’t one of the students.”

She paused. I let my finger slide down the sweaty slot of her ass till my finger pressed on her star. “Tell me, or I’ll fuck your tight little ass.”

She giggled. “Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?”

“Hmmm,” I replied, “I seem to have underestimated your perviness.”

Her tongue caressed my neck, licking the sweat from our lovemaking. “Oh yes, you have, but there’s lots of time. It was one of my professors. She’s about mom’s age, and she kinda looks like her. I got that vibe, ya’know?”

I ran my hands up and down her back. “I do. Looks like Kerry?”

Janet sighed. “You’re just a little too smart. Yeah, close enough, not that it mattered. Anyway, I’d never done anything with girls. I mean, some kissing shit when I was a kid, but nothing sexy. But Susan, the prof, was so touchy and always looked into my eyes. I knew she wanted to see me naked. Is your dick hard again?”

I laughed. “It’s a Jane thing. Every time it’s around you.”

She laughed. “I’ll wear you out.”

“Lookin forward to it. Now, the prof?”

She shifted on me. “I like lying on you. I finally figured out that she wouldn’t make the first move, risking her job and all, so I told her that I had some relationship issues and needed a more mature point of view. She took the safe route and offered to meet for coffee. I tried to blush and whispered that it had to do with licking pussy and a coffee shop would not be a good idea. Her mouth fell open, and she laughed. She told me that it wasn’t normal, but I could come to her place.

“So, that day was hot as fuck. I intentionally got super sweaty on the way over. I looked like a wet dog when she answered the door, my nips poking through my tank top and all. She just stared. I gave her a bullshit tale of having to run to get there. Then I said, “I have a huge favor to ask. Can I use your shower real quick? I’m such a mess.”

“Her face blushed, she bit her lip. ‘um, yeah, sure, I guess.’ I strolled past her. ‘Ohhhh, I love this place.’ Susan pointed. ‘The bathrooms there. If you give me your stuff, I’ll wash it while we chat.’

“She just stared at me as I stripped off in her living room. Oh, she was eye-fucking me so bad. I smiled, ‘just us girls, right? No big deal.’ I handed her my sweaty stuff, my soaked thong right on top, and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

“I came out, towel wrapped around me. Susan had changed her clothes. Now just a loose pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Her nips were like bullets. I had a plan for a long BS tale of some girl putting a move, but I was in a hurry and rolled the dice. I walked over and stood in front of Susan. I dropped the towel. ‘Professor, Susan. I’ve never had sex with a girl. I want to experience sex with you.’

Susan reached out and touched my hip. ‘you’re so beautiful and sexy. I could lose my job if this is a trick.’ I took her hand in mine. ‘My phone’s in the bathroom. I closed the door. You’ve been looking at me for weeks. Teach me.’

“Susan took my hand. I swear hers was shaking and led me to her bedroom. She stopped and faced me, her hands on my hips. ‘This is so dangerous. I’ve watched you all semester. You exude sensuality. Do you have a boyfriend?’

“I told her no; I haven’t found one that is as twisted as I am. She laughed and said she got divorced for the same reason. I moved in and just kissed her, pressing my lips against hers. She melted into a tower of hot lust. Hugging like we wanted to be one person, panting, grinding our bodies together. Susan’s hands clamped on my ass, mine down her shorts, no panties, she knew.

We leaned back, catching our breath. I pinched my nipples, told her, ‘I watch videos of women making love. I want to try it all.’ She smiled, ‘all?’ I ran my hand down to my shaved pussy. ‘I want you to pee on me.’ Susan shuddered, smiled, rubbed her small breasts over her shirt. ‘I’ve never done that.’ I had my hands on the hem of her shirt, raising it slowly, ‘we don’t have to. It’s just I’m really kinky.’

Susan stood back and shoved her shorts down. A nice strip of auburn hair over her slit. The air suffused with our combined scent. She stood in front of me, gloriously naked, smiling. ‘I’ll piss all over your hot little body. But only if you piss on mine.’

I guided her backward to the bed. ‘Have you been with a woman?’ Susan lay back on the bed and spread her legs. ‘Do sisters count?’ I felt a tingle in my pussy. ‘Really? That is off-the-scale kinky.’ Susan smiled. ‘You can’t tell anyone. You’re the third person that knows.’ ‘Knows what?’ I asked. She smiled again.

For a second or so, I just looked. I’d never seen another woman naked before. Naked and excited even more so. I quivered just a little. Susan had long, lean legs. Her pussy seemed small. I was fascinated as I looked; her pussy changed, getting redder, open, and a drop of white at the base of her opening. I looked up when she spoke quietly. ‘Second thoughts?’ I blushed and smiled. ‘Honestly? Wondering why I waited so long.’ Susan ran a long finger up her vagina, opening it and letting more wetness out. ‘You’re still waiting, as am I.’

I got on the bed, picked up her foot, and slipped her big toe into my wet mouth. Susan groaned. ‘Oh, you are naughty. Give me more.’ I ran my tongue up her long, lean leg. I slowed as I got the top, letting my tongue tease the tip of her open pussy lips. Susan sighed as my tongue touched her pussy. ‘Oh, we are going to be such good friends.’

A pussy feels like nothing else. Susan’s pussy lips were not long but so soft. By now, she was very wet, and it tasted a little more mature than me. I was instantly addicted. I pressed my mouth against her vagina, extending my tongue into her, licking her pussy, cupping my tongue to collect her essence, savoring the sensations, the wickedness, the wrongness. My nose touched her stiff clit as I licked.

Susan touched her hands to my head. ‘Jane, you’re so gentle. My clit, baby, lick mommy’s clit.’

“Whoa, that was a blast. I was so horny I didn’t care. I took her long clit into my mouth while mumbling, oh, mommy, you taste so good, and this so wrong but feels so good.”

Jane lay on top of me as she told her tale. I just ran my hands over her perfect body and listened. My cock hard as iron, and I knew we’d fuck like hell after this. Her juice was running down onto my hips. She was very into telling me this. I don’t think she’d ever shared. She put her mouth by my ear. “You know, we’re going to fuck ourselves senseless when I’m done. I poked her ass with my finger, she moaned. “Yeah, right there.” Jane went back to her story.

“I ran my tongue up her soaked slit till I felt the hard nub. I captured it in my mouth, remembering what I like to have done. ‘Suck it, baby.’ I did, like a little cock. I loved pleasing this woman. As I sucked her clit, her gasping and writhing under me, I slipped a finger into her soaked vagina, looking for the spot. Susan gasped, ‘don’t do that unless you’re prepared.’ I knew what she meant; I wanted the whole experience. I found her G spot, pressed and rubbed as I sucked her clit. ‘Ohhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkk!’ she yelled. Her pussy clamped on my finger, and a gush came out. I yanked my finger out, pressed my mouth to her sex, and drank her orgasm, tonguing her slit as I swallowed. She was twisting and moaning as if she was having a seizure. Two mouthfuls of her before she put her hands on my head and pushed me away. I stood. She was limp on the bed, eyes closed, sweaty, panting, a damp spot on the sheets between her wide-open legs. I just took in the sight of the first woman I had ever pleased. I was proud. She opened her eyes, smiled. ‘I hope you enjoyed that.’ She paused, ‘You don’t mind the mommy thing?’

“I got on the bed, and we embraced. I loved the feel of her more mature body against mine. We kissed, deep and hard. I left my lips brushing hers as I whispered. ‘No, not at all. My mom kinda looks like you, so it’s even kinkier. I am bi-sexual now, and I want to make you cum as often as possible.’

“Susan smiled, kissed me again, and rolled over. I fell off, and she got on top. ‘It’s mommy’s turn to please you.’ Something about her role-plays really hit a button I never knew I had. I spread my legs and said, fuck your little girl, mommy, I want you.’

“My skinny small-breasted professor slipped down between my legs. I’d had guys lick my pussy, some good, some awful, but they all were awful now. My college professor looked at me from between my legs, her chin resting on my mound, and just smiled. I watched as she extended her tongue and licked down my slit. I gasped and came. Her lips were warm, wet, and gentle, caressing my labia and brushing my clitoris. My pussy burst with sensation. Susan made love to my vagina. Her mouth warm and oh, so soft. Her tongue hard and long. She knew exactly where to lick. The outer ring of my vagina, that bundle of nerves at the entrance. Around my clit, teasing me. A broad stroke of her tongue over my pussy from bottom to top. I was gasping. I’d cum once already. I just lay like a rag doll and let it happen. Susan paused, looking up at me from between my legs. ‘You’re the third woman I’ve been with.’ I touched her head. ‘Your sister and-?’ ‘A fellow professor’s wife. We got drunk one night, and it just kinda happened. It was her first time too. She kinda freaked out the next day, and we never hooked up again. I know she wants to but is just scared.’ I ran my hand through Susan’s soft hair. ‘Well, I’m not gonna freak out. Mommy, I need to cum.’