throat. I think I gotta practice more to get it good, but I don’t
think you’ll complain. So anyway - - that’s all for today?"
Zipping up his pants, Shawn casually fondled a still swollen nipple
through her pink elasticized-cotton top.
“Come by again tomorrow, baby. You will. I know what you want now.
You want me to fuck you good - - your sweet little pussy and that tight
little asshole of yours. You thought about sucking my cock again,
didn’t you? Last night in your bed. You wanted to swallow cum - -
that’s why you came by again today - - you wanted to suck me off . . .
"
His self confidence made her giggle.
“You sure gave it to me, Shawn. I get so excited just thinking about
you. Oh, my God! You gave me such a big load of cum. You’re such an
animal. But I liked doing it,” she blushed. “Everything. The
spanking - - the fucking - - the rubber - - all of it. I’ll do all of
it again, Shawn. I’ll do anything you want me to do . . . "
“You know it, young lady. I’ll do you again, too. You have a lot to
learn, Anne Marie. I told you I’d teach you everything, and I will.
Now go home and masturbate, you little nymphomaniac. Think about
getting fucked up your ass. Think about sucking my cock and swallowing
my cum. You’ll be back tomorrow for more.”
Throwing both arms around his neck, she gave him another one of her wet,
cum-laced kisses, as usual, her long tongue half way down his throat.
Mewing like a kitten against his, she licked and sucked his lips,
breathing heady cum-breath into his lungs.
“Teach me everything, Shawn. I’ll do anything you ask. I want to learn
everything nasty. I mean it. Everything; like, even what you showed
me yesterday. Those girls. God, I am a nympho, aren’t I? just love
being naughty.” She paused, watching the fire in his eyes. “You can
always spank me when I’m naughty. Then you know I’ll be good. I am
young, but I want to learn.”
“How old are you, Anne Marie?” he smirked, watching her pivoting in
front of him.
“Old enough,” she blushed, “but young enough to keep your dick hard!”
Twirling cutely, she skipped to the door. “I meant it. I’ll do
anything you ask. So how good’s your imagination?”
“Ready to eat pussy?” he grinned. “Ready for some girl/girl anal
action?”
This time it was Anne who grinned.
“Got another girlfriend?” she giggled. “Wanta see me lick pussy? Bring
her over when I’m here.” Sticking pink tongue out, she moved it like
she was licking a pussy. “See ya,” she waved.
Like the day before, he could hear her laughing a block away, glad
neighbors were never home in the afternoons.
That afternoon, Anne Marie Summer went straight to her bedroom again.
After locking the door, she stood in front of her full-length mirror,
giggling when discovering traces of dried cum on her lips and chin as
well as dried pussy-juice all over tanned legs and thighs.
“It’s a good thing my folks didn’t see me,” she giggled, licking up
evidence.
Hands caressing firm breasts, she toyed with long nipples, smiling,
pleased with her afternoon adventure. You really are a little nympho,
she thought. Daddy would just die if he knew what I just did! I don’t
care if Shawn is old enough to be my father. He’s exciting.
Focusing attention on snug white panties, she stepped closer to the
mirror, legs spread, fascinated.. He sure made my pussy get all wet,
she thought. Ooooooou, that was so weird. That spanking made me so
hot. He spanked my pussy, too. Oooooou, it’s still all hot and
everything. The memory of pearly white cum dribbling from the rubber
made her shudder pleasantly. Gee, he sure shoots a lot of that cum,
she thought, an unladylike urge overpowering her again, peeling down
snug little panties from golden thighs. Cum, she thought. I was gunna
get him to squirt some more cum in my panties, but look what’s cuming
out of my pussy.
Once again, she raised crotch of her panties to face, pressing satin
against nose, inhaling the heavy raunchy scent, filling her lungs with
the perfume of hot cunt and fresh semen. Stretching Lycra-Spandex
crotch, she began sucking up the mixed juices.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, savoring fresh taste of cunt. “I do taste good.
Hmmm, maybe he has a girlfriend. That would make me go just all
crazy.”
Heightening an orgasm, she once again stuffed the entire crotch of her
little panties in her mouth, masturbating to major orgasms while
sucking ejaculate from pussy-drenched fabric. Mmmmmmmmmm, I’m such a
suck-slut! she thought, using tiny panties to mop-up inner thighs,
then sucking the crotch, giggling, giddy with pleasure, filled with
lustful thoughts of getting here tongue in another girl’s warm juicy
cunt.
I wonder what he’s gunna do next? she thought, stripping down and
stepping into the shower, obsessed with the idea of cunnilingus. I
wonder why he didn’t lick me today - - I wonder if all girls taste as
good as me? she pondered, fingering slick cunt and sucking juices from
her fingers. “I taste good!” she giggled, licking well-used lips “I’d
eat myself if I could!”
After drying herself, she sat at her desk, a copy of her mother’s
Victoria’s Secret catalog open to the lingerie section. Turning pages,
she found herself fantasizing about model’s figures, little pussies
under smooth satin panties. Like, that would just be the hottest, she
giggled, flexing firm buns, two cheeks still showing pink imprints of
Shawn’s palm. That would be so hot!
Anne Marie would have blushed even more profusely had she know what
Shawn was thinking at that very moment. After showering, he’d selected
a tape, turned on the VCR, and reviewed one of his favorite three-ways:
a two girl one guy video staring himself, made during an afternoon romp
in his living room. The sex games had really been scorchers. A
girlfriend at the time, Pauline had a girlfriend shoot the video of her
and Claudia, a friend who did lesbian and bondage flicks. Queuing up
his favorite scene, Shawn left the machine set at the choicest spot, a
scene that almost made him hard again.
“The little nympho is going to learn a lot,” he mused, picking up the
phone. “Hey, Claudia - - it’s me, Shawn - - long time, right? Right!
So, how are you doing? Everything going okay? That’s good - - good -
- Ah, Claudia, I know it’s been a few months, but wanta come over for a
few hours tomorrow afternoon? Why? Remember Pauline?” The pause on
the other end of the line confirmed suspicions. “Remember Valentine’s
Day - - you and Pauline and me? Right! We did have fun, didn’t we?
Have you been seeing her recently? No? Me either, but - - well, ah, I
have a surprise I think you’ll enjoy,” he chuckled. “Come on over
tomorrow - - you’ll have a great time, I promise - - and Claudia - -
bring your bag. Remember the outfit? Right, that’s the one; and your
toys - - un-huh, all of them . . . (laughter). Sorry, I can’t say more
right now, but you know me! No - - we can’t let your girlfriend film
this one - - not yet, anyway, but plan on having fun!. What? No, I
haven’t been having sex with anyone since then except this girl - - No,
really. No, even my last test was negative. That’s right, sweetie.
You too? Good for you! Okay. Three thirty. Don’t be late! Okay - -
bi.”
Hanging up, he went to the kitchen and opened a beer, the image of
Naughty Claudia in mind and the memory of Submissive Pauline. Now
there was a wild young woman, he thought, remembering their weekend
with Naughty Claudia.
The relationship mostly one sided, he’d shied away from Pauline’s
too-needy nature, although missing her open wantonness, her more than
eager willingness to enjoy any kind of sex to the max. Pauline, he
thought, you sure were a hot young fuck and I miss your kinky sex
shows. Boy, next to Anne Marie, you had the tightest asshole I ever
fucked - - and you begged for it, too, didn’t you, you anal-slut? But,
not all’s lost, he thought, remembering Claudia’s tantalizing body, her
desire for young females like Pauline, her kinky, dominating games.
Yep! Claudia was a great discovery! Taking a swig of beer, he went to
the window and looked out.
“Yes, Claudia, you’ll have a very good time,” he grinned out loud,
rubbing a satisfied crotch. “Anne Marie’s ready for someone like you.
And if not, you seductive dominatrix, well - - you’ll have even more
fun with her.”
He took another swig, glad he’d put a stop to Pauline’s submissive
demands despite being stirred by memories of her sexual willingness to
perform any act he or Claudia demanded. Pauline, the submissive
golden-haired tart, long tongue deep up his tight ass as she played
with his balls, jacking him off into Claudia’s open mouth as she
tongue-fucked his asshole with her fabulously long tongue. Black latex
costumes, black thigh-high boots, tiny tight black latex panties. He
enjoyed playing the game, enjoyed his dominating role, became aroused
watching kinky girl tricks, lusted after surrendering femininity.
He’d never forget fucking Claudia’s tight asshole, while beneath her,
laying on her back head-to-toe, Pauline had sucked the brunette’s tiny
pink hairless pussy. That show made the cum in his nuts boil. Letting
the blonde slut suck his cock between strokes, he’d alternated between
fucking her needy greedy mouth and Claudia’s steamy-hot throbbing
ass-tube. After plunging his stiff shaft up the Gypsy’s coral-pink ass
and filling it with surging wads of warm cum, he’d watched Pauline
spread the Gypsy woman’s ass-cheeks with both hands and suck that
spasming little asshole with full knowledge that he’d just unloaded a
torrent of semen deep in the anal-lover’s tight little pink cum-chute.
Shawn would have walked miles to repeat that Valentines Day orgy.
Finishing the beer, he set the can on the sink, sighed and ran his
fingers through still thick hair. Anne Marie’s coming-out party will
be an equally erotic production, he mused, planning on using the
willing girl in the most lecherous ways. This one will please any
sex-obsessed Sybarite. She likes being dominated. She’s a willing
little submissive. She’s ready. If I insist, she’ll stick her tongue
in a warm pink cunt and tongue-fuck Claudia’s snug little asshole.
Shawn knew the red Miata pulling up to the curb couldn’t belong to
anyone but Claudia. All right, he thought, as she spread her legs wide
to climb out of the low-slung car. That move gave him a heart-pounding
view of the sexy female’s tiny black-spandex panties, designed to cover
no more than a two inch wide crotch. Scorcher, he thought, shaking his
head, and that black leather miniskirt could melt snow in mid-winter!
A black & white ‘Madonna’ photo T-shirt showcased appetizing
surgically-enhanced breasts. Perfectly upturned and proudly-nippled,
those orbs were making Shawn salivate like a Pavlovian dog. Hauling a
large red leather tote at her side, the svelte brunette shut and locked
the immaculately-waxed girl-toy.
“Damn, Claudia,” he smirked, watching the show from the front deck, “get
in here before my neighbors see you and call the fucking cops!”
Laughing, musical lilt to soft feminine voice, Claudia sashayed up the
walk to the gates, narrow hips gyrating like a fashion model on a
runway.
“They have ‘fucking’ cops now? I thought that’s all they did. And
what’s wrong with the way I look, anyway?” she laughed, hand on hip,
erect Claudia Shiffer nipples quivering. “People pay just to come and
look at me. Geez, Shawn; take a picture, why don’t you. Got a problem
with my skirt?”
“Oh, baby; that’s what I like. Just wondering how long it is gunna take
me to get it off,” he chuckled, eyes on red patent-leather spike-heeled
pumps. “You look terrific as usual, Claudia. How do you do it? Most
girl’s would break a leg trying to walk in six inch heels.”
“You aughta SEE what I can do in these heels,” she snickered, rolling a
hip like Marilyn Monroe.
Shaking his head, Shawn followed swishing hips as she walked into the
house, watching muscular ass-cheeks flexing with each stride, rock-firm
buns built by hours of aerobic dancing. I know what I’d like to do to
that, he thought, a few earlier memories surfacing in his lecherous
mind.
Glancing back, she saw the look in his eyes. “I know what you’re
thinking, Shawn. You haven’t changed, I see. You are so horny!” She
took a deep breath which did amazing things to that T-shirt. “What’s
all the mystery?” she continued, dropping the red tote by the couch.
“Why the phone interview? What are you doing over here? Making nasty
movies? Selling young girls into bondage? I can’t stay forever,
Shawn. I have a shoot scheduled for later this evening.”
Feigning a swat across luscious buns, Shawn went to the kitchen frig,
poured two large glasses of lemonade, returned and handed one to her.
“Cool down, your highness. I’m trying to behave, but you’re making it
hard. So; here’s to a fun afternoon,” he smiled, both taking generous
swigs of icy cold juice. “New color lipstick?” he queried, tipping her
chin up to the light and giving her a passionate kiss. “Mmmmmm.
That’s hot. Looks like tangerines. You used to wear Blood-Red.”
“What a memory,” smiled Claudia, flashing her best smile, beautiful lips
pursed, talented tongue glossing the plump succulent pair until they
glowed. “It’s called Tangerine Sugar. Like it?”
“Tastes good, but wait ’til I give it a test-run with my dick,” he
laughed, ducking a playfully thrown punch. “Hey, is this weather
great, or what? Love these warm fall days. The leaves are going to be
falling soon. I sure like this southern California climate. So, bring
me up to date, babe. How goes the movies? Who have you been into?”
Turning, sexy Claudia moved the red bag out of the way, plopped
comfortably on the large leather couch while making sure Shawn was
getting a good look between her legs.
“Well; at least I see you’re not dead. You still like a peeking. Okay,
stud, what’s up,” she smirked, “and don’t tell me your cock. You
didn’t get me over here to discuss the weather or the season.”
“Summer,” sighed Shawn, flopping back in his favorite chair directly
across from her, enjoying the show she was intentionally allowing,
ready to eat the crotch of those tight little black panties. “Anne
Marie Summer. She’ll be here before three-thirty. I have this
neighbor-girl you won’t believe. She’s young, Claudia, but my God,
she’s the hottest looking girl you’ll ever see.”
“That’s a challenge, pal. I see scorchers every day.” A cold sip of
lemonade made her smile and shiver. “How young?” she asked, eying
Shawn over the edge of the glass.
“Just turned eighteen,” he began, “but she has the figure of a . . . "
Pausing, he looked up to the ceiling like he was looking up for Saint
Peter’s blessing. “What’s the expression? A fully mature girl.”
“Eighteen?” moaned Claudia, silver-loaded hand against forehead.
“You’re nuts, Shawn! What are you doing fooling around with a
teenager? Is there a shortage of pussy in town?”
“Whoa-down a second, Silver. Wait until you see her,” he grinned,
unable to stop the silly smirk. “You’ll see. Look, Claudia, I don’t
plan to marry her. She’s just playing around and I’m safer than
college studs. She doesn’t wanta get a reputation at school. Playing
with me is just an exciting adventure in growing up. She was a virgin
until yesterday. She’ll get tired of me in a few weeks, but in the
meantime, I’m getting some of the best sex I’ve ever had. She’s hotter
than fire. I know, that’s dangerous, but she’s on the pill, wants safe
sex and is really hot to play. For whatever it’s worth, at least wait
until after you’ve seen her before passing judgment. Okay? Come on, I
know you and your preference for young girls. Come on, how old was
Pauline when you found her?”
Sipping the chilled drink, Claudia was silent for a minute, looking at
Shawn like he needed brain surgery.
“Okay, Mad Max, you’re right. Pauline was barely legal. I’ll withhold
judgment until after meeting her.”
“Great! Now let’s go out and sit in the sun. This weather’s too good
to sit inside while we wait.” He offered a hand as she stood. “Come
on, you can up-date me on who you’ve been doing.”
Heavily-leafed trees offered some shade and Claudia chose to sit at the
cooler end of the bench while Shawn un-reeled a garden-hose. While she
went on about her new adult-film company, originally financed entirely
by dancing at the hottest nude bar in town, he watered plants and
listened to the voluptuous Gypsy exhibitionist.
“So, how much can you make a night?” he asked, turning off the hose ten
minutes later.
“Tips? Two, maybe three hundred on a good day. I made five-fifty last
Friday night; and it’s legal, Shawn. No cops hassling me; no drunks to
deal with. God, it was hard working topless. All those stupid drunks.
Here they only serve non-alcoholic stuff and the guys seem much
cooler. I just dance. It’s good exercise. I can pretty much shut-out
all those faces and dance my ass off. It’s been a great source for my
video production, too. Three dancers have been working with me and
I’ve got two new girlfriends since Pauline moved out.”
“Good for you,” he nodded, checking the seed and fruit bowl by the
birds. “Tell me all about them.”
“They like my style,” said Claudia, raising both eyebrows and doing a
Grocho Marx leer, little finger raised as she flicked the ash from an
imaginary cigar. “as well as my tongue.”
Remembering her serpentine appendage, a smile crossed Shawn’s face. “No
doubt. And by the way, Anne Marie has a very long tongue, too, and
very long nipples. You two are made of the same cloth. She not just
an empty-headed plaything either. She has an after-school job and
seems eager to learn. What could be better? Anyway, tell me about the
new girls.”
Re-crossing long dancer’s legs, Claudia fidgeted with the hem of her
short leather skirt. “Two are college girls but like playing
submissive games. Good lookers, but not into men. I have them ‘in
training’, and they’re good little servants, Shawn. You aught to see
them on film. They love performing. So far, I’ve made five videos.
I’m in a new partnership with a girl who started her own adult
production company but joined up with me after seeing my first video.
Brandi. She loved it, and we’re doing wonders together! She has a
string of girls you’d die for. And remember my friend Tara? She’s my
distributor in L.A. She’s doing wonders placing orders. We call our
company, Velvet Glove. What-a-ya think?”
“B&D? Girls only?” he asked, sitting down on the wooden bench next to
her.
“Four were, but I just finished a mixed bag. You’d like it, you dirty
old man. There’s a third girl, Trish. My little Irish tart. She and
another girl Brandi introduced me to, Alanis, they have a big appetite
for semen just like Pauline, so we did a Gang-Bang special for them
with my dancer friends from L.A. My God, each of them did one of those
multiple condoms-full-of-cum tricks. You would have cum in your pants,
you nasty man. Tara says she got over seven hundred orders the first
week. We did another gang-bang with one of Brandi’s girls; a girl
named Sarah, and eight buff dudes from the beach. Scorchers, baby!
Each sale nets me fifteen bucks. I’m going to make some real money,
Shawn. No more dancing my ass off for slobs. I’m really excited! Not
only do I get to play with sweet young girlfriends, I’m making
legitimate money having fun.”
Glancing at his watch, Shawn noticed it was already two-thirty. On
impulse, he went to the gate and looked down the street. The
premonition must have been psychic. An hour early, Anne Marie Summer
was on her way up his side of the street, pace faster than usual
perhaps because she wasn’t carrying a bag of brochures.
“Oh-oh; here she comes,” he hissed, leaving the gate standing open.
“She’s an hour earlier than usual. Come on, let’s go inside and
pretend we were hanging out; that we weren’t just sitting around
waiting for her.”
Back on the couch, he had to laugh when Claudia sat down on his lap.
“Let’s give her something to think about,” she grinned, warm arms around
his neck, nibbling his ear with Tangerine-Sugar lips, long tongue
making his cock leap in white cotton Dockers. “Oh, baby,” she teased,
tickling him unmercifully, “I can feel that big hard dick of yours
pressing right against my hot little ass! You’re such a stud! Mmmmmm,
big fella, you make me so hot! I’d just love a good stiff fuck! Let
me get out of this skirt and give that cock of yours a good suck so you
can give me a nice hot fuck!”
That was the line and scene greeting Anne Marie Summer’s eyes when she
found the front door open. Standing, mouth open, deep-green eyes wide,
she looked like a hooker mistakenly showing up for a church prayer
convention. “Golly!” she said, finger to pink lower lip. “Gee!”
“Hi, Anne Marie,” smiled Shawn, trying to move Claudia off his lap.
“Come on in. This is Claudia; Claudia, this is Anne Marie Summer, my
neighbor. Claudia dropped by to say ‘Hi’, Anne Marie. We haven’t seen
each other for months, have we Claudia. We’re just old friends . . . "
“Right,” giggled Claudia, grinding buns into Shawn’s groin before
getting up, leaving him sporting a tent in the front of his slacks.
“We’re old friends. Hope I didn’t shock you with all my silly talk.
Nice to meet you, Anne Marie,” she smiled, hand out, taking Anne
Marie’s in hers. “You’re really a beauty, Anne Marie. And you’re a
friend of Shawn’s? Who would have ever guessed.”
That made the girl laugh, and the two embraced quickly, Claudia giving
the teenager a long hot kiss full on the lips. Blushing furiously,
Anne Marie just giggled as Shawn tried to ease his ‘condition’.
Returning from the kitchen, he handed Anne Marie a lemonade. “Here’s
something cool,” he smirked. “Around Claudia, you might need it.”
“You look like you need it!” laughed Claudia, pointing at the bulge in
the front of his pants.
The remarks weren’t lost on Anne Marie, her gaze following Claudia’s to
Shawn’s fly, green eyes riveted on the now familiar swell, pink tongue
reflexively flickering over full sensuous lips, licking the fleshy
pout.
“Aren’t men just the worst?” laughed Claudia. “Get them around women
and they completely loose self control. They’re just beasts!”
Cheeks red as beets, Anne Marie tried hiding her eyes behind her hands.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asked shyly, peeking at Claudia,
then back at Shawn. “I thought you wanted me to come by.”
Twisting nervously, she toe’d the floor, cute little costume making
Shawn’s face red. Auburn hair up in a high ponytail with pink elastic
wrap, short loose strands of curly auburn ringlets in front of emerald
eyes, she glowed like a very young teenage model. White enamel hoop
earrings dangled at seashell ears. Tight pink Lycra spandex miniskirt
with a pink cotton tank-top (no bra) and white tennis shoes with pink
ankle socks; Anne Marie Summer’s outfit was absolutely perfect for the
teen. But the body under the costume was delivering another more adult
message, one that screamed, ‘I want some hot sex!’ Anne Marie was so
aroused, her conical nipples almost looked fake.
Noting the twins, Shawn knew exactly what she was thinking. “No, you’re
not interrupting,” he grinned. “We were just talking, weren’t we,
Claudia?”
“That’s right,” smiled Claudia, demurely, tugging down her tight black
miniskirt enough to cover her crotch, the thin slick leather garment
continually riding up sexy hips with every move she made, “we were just
talking about sex; things like that.”
Her remark made Anne Marie blush even redder. Twisting to the driving
beat of one of Shawn’s CDs, hips loose, moves more driven than casual,
her breathing was becoming deeper and faster. The teenager’s pupils
had enlarged, green eyes wide and moist and she was constantly wetting
electric-pink lips with that long almost unbelievable tongue.
“Do you like talking about sex, Anne Marie?” asked Claudia, unable to
stop staring at the young girl’s supple body. “I do. Sex is my
favorite topic. I love it. Good stiff cock and sweet wet pussy; plenty
of it, that’s my motto.”
Before even thinking, Anne Marie nodded, but by then it was too late to
deny. “Gee, sure!” she giggled, nervously.
“Then I’m not so crazy, Shawn. Even Anne Marie likes talking about
sex,” laughed Claudia, checking lipstick in a small mirror. “Actually,
I like doing it more than just talking about it; but then, talking
while doing it may even be better.”
“Here’s to that,” laughed Shawn, lifting his glass. “Here’s to women
who like to talk nasty, and bless her, Claudia knows how to do that.”
Watching the teenager, Shawn continued his line of attack. “Know what
Claudia does for a living? For one thing, she’s a nude dancer; but
beside that, she’s doing photography and making adult movies.”
Taking a drink, Claudia smiled and watched the teenager’s response to
their conversation. Clearly, the young girl was growing more agitated
by the minute and Claudia was quickly growing deeper in lust. What a
body! she thought, watching Anne Marie squirm. No wonder the
son-of-a-bitch can’t keep his cock in his pants. I’d love to have
those legs around my neck; and those sweet long nipples; what a perfect
little plaything. Mmmmm she’s just as cute as Trish. Ooooo, I’d love
to see her mouth in action. Come on, Shawn; what are you waiting for?
Almost reading Claudia’s mind, Shawn leaned forward and smiled. “Why
don’t you show Anne Marie some of your photography, Claudia? She wants
to be a model. Maybe Anne Marie will let you take some pictures of
her.”
“I’m not tall enough to be a real model,” blushed the adorable girl,
rolling large, almond-shaped green eyes heavenward. “I’m only five
two.”
“There are lots of different kinds of models, Anne Marie,” smiled
Claudia, so aroused by the little tart she was almost embarrassed.
“Most of mine aren’t tall enough to get jobs as fashion models. I
couldn’t either, but we make good money doing ‘specialty’ work.”
Taking a packet of 8X10’s from her red leather bag, she went through
them as she talked. “My models are all girls. I like photographing
young girls. I like young girls, Anne; even more than men,” she
smirked, tossing tag line at Shawn. “Girls are really more - - -
submissive, not that I am, but many are, and most want to be the center
of attention. What’s more centerpiece than an object of desire? A
young beautiful girl, legs spread wide, moist, open, exposed,
vulnerable, accessible, available, young flesh, waiting to be used,
waiting to be tasted, devoured, waiting to service lovers, anticipating
the moment, quivering with excitement on tummy or back, sweet young
legs spread wide for whatever lovers have in mind. Yes, yes, YES!”
Sweating like a girl in a sauna, little beads of perspiration were
forming on Anne Marie’s upper lip. Moving to insistent rhythms of
Reggae beat, her little sex was getting so juicy she was rhythmically
squeezing slim tan thighs together to bring-on an orgasm.
“You like girls?” she asked, toying with long red tresses. “You mean;
you REALY like, girls? Like, you know; sex?”
Licking glossy tangerine lips, Claudia nodded. “You got it, sweetheart.
Girls row my boat. I just love rowing theirs with my tongue.”
The topic must have pulled some psychological plug in Anne Marie’s
subconscious. Claudia could see it in her face as the girl took a step
closer.
“Like, you have sex with girls?” blushed Anne, pink tongue showing
between plump lips. “Mr. Cain, I mean Shawn, showed me a video of that
a couple of days ago; girls doing each other; doing everything.”
“We do everything, all right. We do everything we can think of doing.
We have lots of fun, Anne Marie. We have so many things in common,
women. Breasts; pussies; it’s wonderful to play with young girl’s
sweet nipples.”
“You sure have pretty ones,” blushed Anne Marie, then glancing down at
her own.
“I used to have real small titties,” smiled Claudia, “but thanks to the
miracle of modern plastic-surgery, that’s changed. Look at these,” she
smiled, pulling up the front of the T-shirt and giving Anne Marie a
look at deliciously-rounded tits, long pink nipples upturned and hard.
“I make ten times more money now,” she smiled. “But lucky you. Yours
are natural and even prettier than mine.”
“You think so?” blushed the young girl, pulling her T-shirt tighter
across apple round tits, perky nipples so long and swollen they
threatened to tear the material. “They started getting bigger when I
went on the pill. My nipples were always, like, real long; specially
when I get cold or wet.” Glancing over at Shawn, she giggled and
chewed on her plump lower lip. “I told him that the other day. He was
like, really staring at them and that always makes them get bigger."
“My girlfriends like to have their nipples sucked, especially while
getting their sweet little pussies spanked,” grinned Claudia, T-shirt
still up, teasing the pair with her fingertips. “My girlfriends like
being submissive, Anne Marie. I guess I’m more the dominant one in
relationships. I love playing the game of Head Mistress.”
“You have sex with more than one girl at a time?” gasped Anne Marie.
“You mean, like an’ orgy or something?”
“Well . . . " smiled Claudia, so aroused by the young girl’s interest in
girl/girl sex she was flexing her muscular ass on the couch, “I like
multiple partners while having sex. Two or three girls can do a lot of
interesting things to each other at the same time, if you understand
what I mean.”
“Gee,” blushed the overly aroused teenage beauty, so excited she was
wiggling. “Gee! Like, I guess! You actually make adult movies with
them? What do you do? Like, I mean, are you in the movies, too?”
“Some of them,” smiled Claudia, cupping breasts with both hands, nipples
rolling between thumbs and forefingers. “Sometimes I just direct the
action, but then, sometimes I feel like being part of the act. Two of
my girlfriends are so hot to look at it’s difficult for me not to join
in the fun.”
“Gee; like, how do you run the cameras and do all that other stuff at
the same time? I mean, like, do you do them or do they just do you?”
Claudia had to laugh. “I have a girlfriend who’s a cinematographer.
She has an all girl crew. They film my productions while I direct or
act. They have all the necessary equipment; sound equipment, lights,
reflectors, the whole works. They work. I get to have all the fun!”
“Gee,” sighed Anne Marie, “Like, I guess! Do you; gee, this sounds so,
like, I don’t know, but do you, like, lick each other, or do they just
lick you?” Blushing so red, she hid her face in her hands.
“Sure we lick each other,” laughed Claudia, glancing at Shawn. “We love
licking pussy. Haven’t you had a taste of twat? I thought all you
girls played around in the showers.”
“Not me,” blushed Anne, still hiding pretty face.
“We do lots of things beside oral sex. I like fucking them, too,”
grinned Claudia. “I have a number of strap on dildos and I really get
into giving my girlfriends good fuckings. Girls love getting fucked by
girls, Anne Marie. It’s fun. We carry on for hours. Girls last lots
longer than men. One or two shots and men are done. With a good stiff
latex dildo, girls can fuck all day.” She threw an eyebrow raised
glance at Shawn, the message getting through. “Of course as Head
Mistress, I don’t limit giving head to girls. There’s always a fellow
or two around who make my mouth water. It’s fun to see yourself on the
tube getting mouth-fucked while masturbating. Mmmmm, two boys jacking
off in my mouth at the same time; that’s one of my favorites. Lots of
cum to swallow. I masturbate a lot, Anne Marie. I like making myself
feel good, and there’s something to be said about watching yourself on
a giant color-screen getting a couple of big mouthfuls of tasty white
love-juice while making yourself orgasm. Mmmmmm. I can sleep like a