The Gathering Chapter 14 Once they were in the van Marilyn gave Mary instructions on where to go and led her to a large park near the Presidio. Following her friend's suggestions, Mary parked the van under a large oak tree in a secluded area. It was after lunch and it appeared no stragglers were around. "Let's get comfortable," Marilyn said. "I don't know someone may come poking around." "We're the ones who'll be poking around, now come here, bitch." And with that, Marilyn pulled Mary to here and kissed her flush on the mouth. Mary kept her mouth shut and wrenched herself free. "No, not like this, I don't want it to be tawdry and filthy. "Get in the back, the seat's longer and we'll be more comfortable." Marilyn told Mary. Mary clambered into the back seat and began to laugh. "What's so funny?" "The van's rocking and we aren't doing anything." Marilyn had to laugh herself. "We will though, get out of those pants." Mary stood up and pulled her slacks off. She was wearing powder blue panties and black hose. "Come on we don't have all day," Marilyn huffed. And Mary increased her pace. Finally her panties were lowered and Marilyn got her first look at Mary's pussy. She had trimmed her bush, but it was growing back. Marilyn ignored her and reached out and began opening the buttons on Mary's dark blue blouse. Mary didn't stop her, but watched as Marilyn's nimble fingers fairly flew down the front of the blouse neatly prying each and every button loose. In the backseat, Mary whispered to Marilyn, "Put your finger where it was before, baby. I want you touching my wet pussy." "Need it again, huh Mary? Tell me how you want it. Tell me you want a girl's hand inside your panties. Tell me you're a lesbian queer," said Marilyn, just before they kissed tenderly. "Oh, God, don't torture me Marilyn. God, I want your sweet hand on my pussy. Please!" She showed no hesitation in putting her hand over Mary's pussy, lightly tracing a finger along her slit. Mary drew in her breath and sighed, truly content, her fears of discovery far behind her for the moment. Marilyn French kissed Mary, whose tongue flicked out to return Marilyn's offering. Her breathing increased as Marilyn rubbed her already moistened labia. Mary's voice was hoarse with a nervous strain as she whispered, "I want to feel your finger in my pussy again." Marilyn was quick to oblige as her tongue glided across Mary's teeth. "Ohhh, God that feels so good, you're corrupting me. I'm lost!" Marilyn pried her mouth away and asked, "Are you liking it baby?" "Yes!" Marilyn's hand was on Mary's breast, caressing it, stimulating her nipples. Mary moaned, "That's it, baby, rub me. Ohhh, this is too much!" "Better than Harry?" "Who?" Marilyn had to laugh, she was sure Mary had forgotten her hubby's name, at least for the moment. "Your husband, Harry." "Him? You're so much better than him or anybody before him. Move your finger faster, please. I really need it." Without hesitation, Marilyn put her middle finger deep in Mary's pussy and hissed into her ear, "Go ahead, baby. Fuck my finger. Show me how much you like me to play with you." Mary hunched her pelvis up to meet Marilyn's thrusting finger. Marilyn pleased by her reaction, said, "That's it." "Oh, God, yes," Mary exclaimed, wiping the hair from her eyes. "Oh, I wasn't imagining it, a woman does know . . ." "What does a woman know?" Marilyn asked. "Coming . . ." Mary lay on her side as Marilyn's finger pulsated inside her, going in small circles, darting to one side than the other, all the movements causing sensations Mary hadn't experienced before, at least not all at once. Marilyn squeezed her own thighs together while leaning forward to place a kiss on Mary's ass. Mary began to writhe. "Are you going to kiss my ass?" "Do you want me too?" "It's so nasty . . . I thought . . ." "I'd love to sweetheart, just let me . . ." And she squirmed from under Mary and positioned herself at Mary's rosy asshole, using her thumbs, she spread her ass apart. "This won't hurt will it?" "Have you ever been fucked up the ass?" "Yes, Harry likes to do me there. I . . . I've grown to like it. I have my best orgasms that way with him." Marilyn slowly ran her tongue around the rim of Mary's asshole. "OH! OH, JESUS!" She screamed. "Come on, that didn't hurt," Marilyn said, disapproval heavy in her tone. Mary's hand was squeezing the door handle. "No, no . . . it was fucking wonderful!" "So that's how you sound when you like sex. You're a screamer. I love screamers they make the tawdry sex so much spicier." Mary was trembling with excitement. Marilyn didn't keep her waiting, driving her tongue into the tight opening while sending two fingers deep into her cunt. Instant orgasm. Mary's body was heaving this way and that; the van was rocking from her frantic undulations. Marilyn waited until Mary calmed down and then closed in on her until they were face to face. "Kiss me!" She said. There was no qualm on Mary's part. She readily accepted the instrument that had moments before been licking her asshole, sucking it greedily into her mouth and trying to hold Marilyn as tightly as possible the whole time. Then with mutual sighs, they ended the kiss, but remained entwined, hugging, moving their hands through each other's hair, taking turns bestowing kisses on one another. "Marilyn?" Mary said softly. "Umm?" "Thank you. I love you. I love what you do to me." "I love you too, Mary, sexually that is. I don't want to marry you, or have you move in with me. "Well," Mary said with a slight pout, "You've turned me queer, but I seem love it. I've never, ever, felt this way with anyone." "So," Marilyn said, "maybe you'll make a move on that Jessie." "Jessica?" "Whatever." "I think it dangerous. She might say something and besides, what would I do? I don't know how to seduce her." "Are you kidding? You got me to finger you . . . hey, you had me tonguing your ass . . . you know how to seduce someone all right." "I really hadn't thought of it that way. It seemed as if you were in control." "If I was in control you'd have been munching on my pussy," Marilyn smiled at Mary. "That's true. Shall I?" "A little later, first I need to know more about you." "Really? Okay, what would you like to know?" "Tell me about your sexual experiences." "Marilyn!" She said somewhat embarrassed at the thought of dredging up old memories. Then it occurred to her that she was getting hot again and the thought of Marilyn's mouth on her pussy triggered a series of old memories and she began to talk. "I guess my first experience was in the back seat of a car. Deja vu!" she laughed. "we made out for a time and I was getting pretty warmed up. I can only guess what he was feeling. As I recall we were swapping spit and he was groping my tits when I placed my hand on the outside of his pants and played with him. God he was like a rock! I had to see it for myself and . . . well, it took a lot of courage to do it, but I opened his zipper and pulled it out. It was the first one I'd ever seen up close and I thought it was beautiful. I put both hands around it, marveling at his hardness and yet silky texture and automatically masturbated him. I recall how copiously he came . . . I was covered in it. Well my hands and wrists anyway. He was so nice, offering me a hanky to clean up." "I'm getting horny after listening to you and tasting you. Do you think it might be time for you to experiment on me?" "I . . . I don't think I can put my tongue in your rectum . . ." "I want your tongue all right, but not there." After a silence, Mary whispered, "Perhaps I can do that . . ." Marilyn moved so that her cunt was close to Mary's face and opened her legs as wide as she could. Mary thought at first she was going to be sick. Then after taking a deep breath she moved in close. "Mary, what are you doing?" "I just want to get a good look; I've never really seen a woman close up before. And I also want to remember my first time." Mary took her time and stared into Marilyn's ripened pussy. Nervously, she licked her lips. "Find it interesting?" Marilyn began to squirm awaiting the first touch upon her by her old friend. Then she had a thought that would help both of them. "I don't think you can see it well enough to remember it properly. Use your fingers . . . open me up wide, go on, do it." Still Mary held back content to stare for the moment. "Go on, feel how wet you've made me." That seemed to prod Mary into moving. Using both thumbs, she pried Marilyn's rather large labia apart and looked into her vagina. Marilyn had spoken the truth. She was wet throughout the entire area. "I made you wet . . ." Mary whispered more to herself than to her friend. She seemed awed to Marilyn. She could smell the pungency of Marilyn's sex. "Go on, rub it a little," coaxed Marilyn. Mary held her open with one hand and used two fingers from the other to lightly trace the outline of Marilyn's cunt. "Ummm, that's nice," sighed a heavy breathing Marilyn. "A little faster please," she panted and began to rock against Mary's hands. It might have been inadvertent, perhaps not, but Mary's middle finger slipped easily into Marilyn's sodden slit and brought on a loud moan of pleasure from Marilyn. "Taste me!" Marilyn hissed. "Take your finger out now and taste me." Mary did as she was told and was pleasantly surprised at the taste, which lingered in her mouth for some time after. Suddenly Mary's eyes went wide. Marilyn's devious fingers were at her again. She automatically widened her legs to grant access and thrilled to the sensation of having two marvelously intelligent fingers gliding into her. "We'll do each other, okay?" Marilyn said in a husky tone. Mary's finger quickly returned to its former place inside Marilyn's cunt and started making small circles as her own thighs tried to close down and grind upon Marilyn's hand. "Mmmmmm," Marilyn moaned. "Now . . . it's time for you to kiss me there." "Oh . . . I don't know . . ." "Just soft kisses . . . come on . . ." Mary obliged, after all, this woman had put her tongue up her ass; brought her to delirious heights of gratification. Very gingerly she placed a soft kiss on Marilyn's labia. "Ahhhhhh that was so nice . . ." Marilyn cooed. A rush of tender yearning swept over Mary and she began to lavish kisses in abundance. Before she knew what she was doing she had drawn on of Marilyn's outer labia into her mouth and was sucking on it as if it were a fruit. "My God," Marilyn exclaimed, "You're a natural at this!" It was the first time anyone had ever complimented Mary on her sexual prowess, and she was thrilled beyond words. She felt she would do anything for this lovely woman who had responded to her distress call and redeemed her all her frustrations. Then she realized that Marilyn was still causing her to have pleasure by fingering her as she herself was kissing her down there. Suddenly she was thrusting her finger into Marilyn's cunt with increasing speed. "Oh yeah!" Marilyn gasped in appreciation, "that's it baby, that's it!" Then she pulled the finger out and tasted it once again. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, "you taste . . . so good. I just love it!" "Then tongue me and get all my juice!" Marilyn gasped, her chest heaving from the surprise onslaught. Once Mary started she couldn't stop herself. She found herself tonguing Marilyn's pussy from top to bottom, and then in a moment of inspiration, with Marilyn writhing against her face, she shifted slightly and licked Marilyn's asshole. "Oh! You she devil!" Marilyn howled. "I love it! I love both you and that delicious mouth." Mary rammed two fingers into her cunt by way of response as she continued licking and then sucking on her friend's asshole. "A finger! Use a finger in my ass!" Mary brought her free hand into play and inserted a finger. Marilyn's asshole easily accepted it and Mary began applying the fingers from both hands on her. Mary leaned over and flicked her tongue on Marilyn's now swollen clit. "I'm close!" Marilyn moaned. Mary's fingers fairly flew into renewed action, pumping both holes vigorously. "God, you're something else!" "Are you almost there?" Mary inquired undecided on what action to take. "Oh, yes!" Marilyn gasped fighting to regain her breath. Mary reached a decision at that moment and pulling her fingers from Marilyn's cunt, she Seized her hips and pulled her pussy tightly onto her mouth, going after Marilyn's cunt in a frenzied manner. "Ohhh, yeah!" "Ahhhhhh, do me! Oh, God, do me!" "I'm going to come in your mouth. Do you want it in your mouth?" Mary managed to insert a finger back up Marilyn's ass again in response. "Coming!" Was all Marilyn said and that was a tremendous understatement as she began to come in violent spasms, spewing long ropes of fluid from her cunt. Mary whipped her head aside and began to choke from the heavy volume she'd imbibed. "Are you pissing? Mary sputtered, eyes widened in fright. It took a second for Marilyn to answer, but she managed to get the words out between orgasms. "No. Sometimes I come like that. It's unusual, but not rare. It's not piss; it's a mixture of bodily fluids . . . uh, ugh, uh." She was unable to speak while the orgasm rolled over her. After, Mary summed it up best. "My God, it seemed you were spouting like a roman fountain. I couldn't for the life of me understand how a woman could piss at a time like that." "Pissing . . . that's funny. I've actually done that at a sex party. I got so excited I just let go. Marilyn began to laugh. Mary soon joined her and they rolled over, holding each other tightly until they bumped into the side of the van. "Well, piss or not, I think your pussy is adorable. I hope we can do this again, do you think?" "I certainly hope so. We better get you straightened up and home. Call me tomorrow from work. We'll discuss your friend." They kissed and then dressed and smoothed their clothes. Mary took Marilyn back to her car and they kissed again. A long tongue sucking kiss that drew stares from several passersby. They were oblivious to it all. And then they went their separate way. *** Marilyn returned to her place and let herself in. It was four in the afternoon, but she was careful to make a minimum amount of noise. She took two steps into the living room, stopped and listened. There were sounds coming from the bedroom. All too familiar sounds, and Marilyn smiled as she removed her shoes and tip-toed across the room to the bedroom door. In the shadows, she saw the two girls, Marcie and Evie doing something. One, she thought it might be Evie, was leaning up over the other, her arm rising and falling rapidly. Whoever was lying on the bed had her legs spread open and was bucking her hips up to meet the other girl's hand. Marilyn remained silent, almost not even breathing. Then the one on the bed moaned, and Marilyn knew instantly she had been mistaken. It was Evie on the bed, revealed by her muffled moaning, "Ya, ya, yeah, Marcie . . . that's it, make me come again." As silently as she could, Marilyn retreated back to the living room and crossed to the kitchen where she sat down to wait until the girls were finished. It wasn't the first time the two had had sex with each other and it wouldn't be the last. In fact, Marilyn had gone down on each of them, but not as a trio. However, she was looking forward to that event. *** Back in Los Angeles Kathy and Peggy were sitting in Peggy's bedroom after school. For some reason Peggy brought up Kathy's involvement with the older woman, Martha. Of course Peggy didn't know the woman's name, only that she'd pounced (her words) on Kathy in the girl's rest room and had eaten her out. Peggy had been trying unsuccessfully to lean more about the mystery woman. "Come on Kathy, who is she?" "Hey, I don't kiss and tell. How would you like it if I told David Miller you'd like to go down on him?" Peggy rolled her eyes. "First of all you wouldn't tell him, and second, I don't kiss and tell." "Well you want me too, asking me all the damn time. I told you she came onto me and we had a blast." "But you met her again didn't you?" "Yeah, but only cause you weren't around. I was really horny and . . ." "So that leaves me to ask, are ya gonna see her again?" Kathy looked Peggy right in the eye and said, "I honestly don't know." "We are best friends, right?" Peggy persisted in asking. "Sure," Kathy said and began to sway under the peer pressure Peggy was applying. "Well?" "She's one of the kids at school's mother. It just wouldn't be right to bandy her name around. You might . . . I know you'd swear you wouldn't, but you might let it slip out sometime and then . . ." "Then what?" "Scandal, they'd be ostracized, maybe forced to move out of town. Maybe she'd go to jail. I am jailbait you know." "Ostracized? Big words you're tossing around," Peggy grinned. "We're juniors, we should be tossing around big words and anyway . . ." Kathy gave in. "Her name is Martha." "I don't know any Martha," Peggy said somewhat puzzled. "You know Marlene Bain," Kathy said and bit her tongue for giving the information out so easily. 'What if I were a spy and was captured, I'd never be able to hold out against the enemy. I'd have to bit down on the cyanide pill they give to spies in case they're captured,' she thought. "Marlene Bain?" Peggy said, "She went down on you? She's only a kid!" "Her mother stupid!" Kathy spat out, embarrassed at naming her older lover. "Oh, wow!" Peggy gasped and flounced on the bed providing Kathy with a perfect glimpse of her lightly haired pussy. The idea hit Kathy like a bolt of lightning. "Want to meet her?" Peggy wriggled her butt at the thought. "Yeah! I mean, I guess so. Is she good looking?" "I'd say so," Kathy murmured, "Not as pretty as you, but . . . yeah; she's a good looking woman all right." "So how do I meet her?" Peggy gushed. It took the girls all of twenty minutes to work out the details. Then Kathy was on the phone talking with Martha Bain. Tentatively, she asked, "Can I come over in a while?" "Of course you can," Martha replied happily, "My husband's on a business trip and Marlene is visiting my mother this afternoon. Why not come on over right now? I'm laying out by the pool. Just walk around the side yard and you'll see the gate. Let yourself in, I'll have something cool to drink and be sure to bring a bathing suit." Kathy leered at her friend. "I'll drop you off on my way home." "She knows I'm coming over?" "No, she thinks it's me, but if she says anything and I don't think she will, just say you're subbing for me, that my mother called me right after we spoke and I had to go home. She knows I . . . fool around with you. Not you per se, but that there is someone I . . . enjoy sex with. It'll be fine." *** Martha was lying on her lounge chair, halter thrown to the side a few feet away when she heard the car's brakes as it came to a halt. The car door slammed shut and Martha closed her eyes and squeezed her bikini clad thighs together in anticipation of what would follow in a few short minutes. The fence gate groaned loudly as it opened. 'Maybe I'll be groaning like that after that little minx uses her tongue on me,' Martha thought fleetingly and deliberately refused to look up, "I was almost asleep," she murmured, "but I couldn't quite make it. I kept thinking about you, Kathy." "Mmmmmm," Peggy replied, not quite sure how to play the game that was unfolding. "Could you rub some lotion on me, please? I don't want to burn while we're out here." Martha almost purred with satisfaction as Peggy began rubbing the lotion into her shoulders. "Ahhh, you've got a lovely touch," Martha sighed as Peggy's hands moved down the center of her back. Peggy applied more pressure as Martha made herself more comfortable, mashing her breasts into the lounge chair. One nipple slipped through a thin stand, the other, also stiffened, remained trapped by her body. Now Peggy's supple hands grazed the older woman's ribs, flirting with the sides of her breasts. Martha began breathing faster and had she looked at Peggy's bikini bottom would have seen the tell-tale wetness starting with just a small spot on the bright red material she wore. Peggy's hands withdrew from Martha's back and the older woman moaned softly at the loss, only to groan loudly when the young teen after applying more lotion to her small but powerful hands took Martha's ankle and began coating Martha's left calf. Moving extraordinarily slowly, she moved upward, halting at the back of Martha's knee. "Mmmm," Martha sighed. "Mmmmmm," Peggy sighed back at her as she switched legs and repeated the process. "This is really lovely," Martha said after taking a deep breath. "Mmmmmm," Peggy said, struggling to hold back her laughter. She was growing giddy with success and started using both hands as she rubbed along the inside of Martha's right thigh. Martha thought for a second that her orgasm was just about on her from the mere titillation of the young girl's attentions and she squirmed trying to capture the teen's hand between her legs. In this she was unsuccessful, but Peggy decided to go for pay dirt and worked her left hand inside the leg-band of Martha's bikini and her fingers quickly became entwined in Martha's pubic hair. "Let me . . ." Martha began as she started to tear the flimsy bottoms off. She never finished the statement because at that instant she realized it wasn't Kathy's hands working her over, but those of a stranger. Martha went rigid. "Who the fuck?" "I . . . I'm Peggy, Kathy's best friend. She . . ." "Kathy's friend?" "Yes . . . she, err, couldn't make it and sent me instead." "Sent you?" Martha was stunned. Racing through her mind were a host of warnings: She never should have started in with the girl. Who else had she told? How long would it be before her husband learned of this? What would happen if the police or other authorities got wind of this? "It's all right," Peggy said, on the verge of tears. "It's all right? You think this is all right? You're a minor. I could conceivably . . . I could go to prison for this . . . this joke you're pulling on me." Peggy sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. "Look, she began a worried expression on her face, "Kathy . . . well the truth is I wormed it out of her." "Wormed what out of her?" "You and her, how you meet in the restroom; what happened and then what happened the next time in your car." An incredulous look crossed Martha's face. "She told you?" Martha was clenching and unclenching her fists. "Kathy and I . . . we've been lovers for years now. I sensed something was wrong and practically forced her to confide in me. Then we . . . we devised a plan so that you and I could meet . . . like this." Her voice trailed off. Martha was at a loss for words. 'This was too incredible,' she thought, looking around at the surrounding area for any onlookers. She saw none and realized she had adequate privacy for the time being. Peggy, not knowing which direction to go, decided to attack and slid her hand up Martha's thigh and didn't stop until her index finger had penetrated Martha's vagina. The lotion provided easy access and Martha, surprised, made a little "woof," sound. Peggy didn't to wait idly for Martha's response, sliding her finger in and out and when the older woman didn't struggle, added a second and then a third finger. She began to slide her finger in and out of me, adding a second, and then a third finger. Despite her resolve not to let this go any further, Martha felt her resolve slipping away with each thrust of the girl's fingers. "Oh my god!" she howled and lost control of the situation, throwing her legs apart for the girl to ravish her as she would, glancing down to gaze upon the obscene sight of the girl's hand bulging under her bikini as she masturbated her. "Your . . . name?" Martha stammered. "Peggy," the teen answered and bit her lip as she concentrated upon her work. Martha responded with a soft, barely audible grunt that gradually increased in tempo as Peggy's fingers moved faster and deeper. 'Jesus, this was easy,' Peggy thought, obviously relived now that she had been discovered and the truth was out. 'I bet she comes in the next minute,' she told herself. She wasn't wrong. Perhaps fifteen seconds had elapsed since Peggy had made her estimate and then Martha went rigid and opened her mouth only to emit a silent scream as the first spasm struck her. 'I'm going to die from this orgasm,' she thought straining unsuccessfully to recapture some air in her lungs. Opening her eyes, Martha saw the grim satisfaction on the young girl's face. 'What was her name?' she asked herself as if rising above all the commotion on the lounge chair. 'Oh, yes, Peggy. A lovely name and a lovely girl, but I'm dying and . . .' Her lungs captured some air and after a brief choking spasm, Martha was renewed enough to enjoy the remainder of her orgasm. Afterward, she lay still, although breathing in fits and starts. "Ready?" Peggy whispered in her ear and then sent her tongue swirling around the inner portion of her ear. This action sent a tremor through Martha and she had a short, but pleasant mini-orgasm from it. Martha swung her arms out and embraced the lithe teen. They kissed and it seemed to go on for ages before they parted mainly to gather more air into their lungs. Then the youngster startled Martha by saying, "I can get it all in there you know." "What?" "I can get my fist inside that gushy pussy of yours." That was stated with such confidence that Martha rose to the challenge and said, "Do it then." The three fingers were inside her in a heartbeat. The fourth took almost a minute to maneuver past Martha's fairly thick labia and into her cunt, but went it did, it went in easily. Martha looked at Peggy seeking some form of reassurance when she knew that it should be her providing Peggy with the encouragement to go forward. "Don't . . . don't stop now!" Martha moaned and attempted to spread her thighs even further apart, but that wasn't working. Peggy focused on Martha's cunt, folded her thumb across the bottom of her fingers and stabbed twice into Martha's warm, moist cunt. "Ugh!" Peggy grunted with effort. "Ugh!" Martha grunted in surprise with the realization that Peggy's hand was now inside her. "I'm in!" Peggy said acting surprised. Feelings of pain and pleasure simultaneously swept over Martha's body. A new, even more powerful orgasm arrived and took control of her nervous system. Peggy twisted her hand to the right and a second orgasm hit home. Martha went stiff as if an electrical current was coursing through her body. She blacked out momentarily only to come to as Peggy began a vigorous fucking, using her entire hand, her knuckles pressing against Martha's "G" spot, then drawing back, stretching Martha's vagina to its limit as the top of her fist emerged only to disappear once again into the inner recesses of Martha's cuntal channel. Both women sensed that an even better pleasure awaited Martha and so Peggy continued her activity although she had long tired and wanted nothing more than to have this woman go down on her. Martha grunted twice and then came harder than she's ever come in her life, her fluids squishing out and up Peggy's wrist attesting to the magnitude of this her last orgasm. Martha's head snapped up, then back and she passed out for the second time. Peggy used the opportunity to remove her hand and marvel at the huge quantity of fluid (she thought of it as 'come') that now covered her hand and wrist. 'I might have got in there up to my elbow,' she thought as she absentmindedly wiped her hand on Martha's right breast, and after cleaning her hand off thoroughly with a towel, she started nursing on Martha's large nipple. Martha remained out, enjoying the sensations of a lifetime in whatever world she happened to be occupying at the moment. She awoke just as Peggy was removing her bikini top and exposing her youthful breasts to the sun. Peggy noticed the older woman's eyes flutter open then close and quickly shed her bottoms. Martha licked her lips as she gazed upon Peggy's pert tits. Her nipples were tiny little pink bumps that barely protruded from her quarter-sized pink areolas. The tiny protrusions almost looked pre-pubescent, although she knew this was not at all the case. Peggy had a somewhat boyish build, yet Martha was struck by how feminine she really was; so completely soft and delicate, like a newly budding flower -- so thoroughly knowledgeable in the art of making love. Peggy leaned close, offering her breast to Martha who readily accepted it and at the same time felt a pang within her own breast as if she'd just finished breast-feeding. 'Strange,' she thought, 'I haven't had that feeling since . . . . ' Her eyes met Peggy's and she knew instantly that Peggy had been nursing on her breast. She drew her tongue across Peggy's nubby nipple, enjoyed both the texture of skin covering the nubbin as well as Peggy's somewhat surprised response - reaching out and placing her hand on Martha's head and holding her tight to her breast. Martha oozed her saliva all over the nipple as it became engorged in her mouth. When Peggy moaned with delight, Martha went to the other breast and gave it similar treatment. Peggy moaned all the louder. Martha caught sight of the nipple that had been in her mouth. It looked different -- her areola was no longer flat, both it and the nipple had puffed up to take on a large, strawberry shape. Peggy grasped that breast with her hand and moaned, "This one! Suck this one!" The older woman did as asked and found the nipple felt huge in her mouth as her tongue danced hither and thither across its rough surface. "That's great!" Peggy moaned, pinching her other bud. Martha continued munching on the breast for another minute and then roughly shoved Peggy's hand away from torturing her nipple and devoured it for herself. "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!" Peggy was shouting and Martha left the delicious nub to quiet her down. She saw at a glance Peggy's vulva was shaven clean as a baby's. Peggy turned from Martha and presented her rear to the older woman. Martha noted that her outer labia were small just managing to cover her slit, which was heavily moistened already from her prior activities. Accordingly, Martha planted a wet kiss on Peggy's smooth mound and then inserted a finger. Martha worked her tongue into Peggy's silken slit, wriggling it about until it crashed through the tight entrance. 'This girl is a virgin,' Martha discovered as her tongue met Peggy's hymen while savoring the ripe, tangy taste her tongue had just transmitted to her brain. Soon Martha was lapping away with abandon at the pussy under her nose, not caring if anyone should bother to look over the fence into the backyard. It wasn't long before Martha's jaw began to tire and she wondered when Peggy would respond other than moaning and pushing and pulling on her head by way of providing unneeded direction. Suddenly Peggy began to buck wildly, pulling so hard with both hands that Martha's face was mashed into her labia. Martha countered by opening her mouth as wide as possible and engulfing Peggy's entire vagina, sucking both labia into her mouth as if it were a powerful vacuum. Daring to relax just enough to catch a quick breath of air, Martha raked her tongue in and out of Peggy's swollen vulva until she came in a wild, uncontrollable orgasm. Her body spasming as her juices flooded Martha's waiting mouth. Martha found herself reveling in the force and flavor of Peggy's ejaculate as it mixed with her own saliva and rolled down her throat. Afterwards, Martha was compelled to feel Peggy's skin against her own and pulled her tightly against her, mashing her breasts against those of the supple teenager. The contact with Peggy's nipples sent a shiver of delight through Martha. And when Peggy wrapped her leg around Martha's so that their cunt's squashed together, Martha came again. They lay entwined for thirty minutes or so, caressing each other's back and ass. Until Martha decided to make the young girl her love slave and eased her middle finger between her puffy labia and dipped inside her once again. Peggy trembled and came again. Martha marveled at how wet and warm the girl's pussy was, and they kissed, long and hard until the older woman brought Peggy off one more time. They took their time dressing, or putting the bikini's back on and Martha laid a final caress on Peggy's covered breast and said, "Next time, bring Kathy too. We can use the water bed. Christ, we'll come forever if we add a third." "I'll tell her," Peggy said smiling and allowing her hand to wander across Martha's pubis. "I'll tell her all about it and what she missed and what she'll experience when the two of us take her on." "You do that, sweetheart," Martha said and kissed Peggy's already bruised lips. The girl made her way out the same way she'd come in, then returned, leaning over the gate. "What's wrong?" Martha asked. "I need a ride," Peggy said lamely. Laughing, Martha replied, "No problem, let me slip a housecoat on and I'll drive you to the ends of the earth.