Date: Mon,  3 May 2004 00:52:27 -0400 (EDT)
From:  <layta@excite.com>
Subject: Licking Linds

			    Licking Linds (F/F)
				    By
				   Tayla


Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It is intended for the
enjoyment of those over 18.


Maybe it is because I haven't had a man in quite a while. Or maybe I was
expressing something deep from my subconscious, but sitting by the pool at
the club, I went to instant horny as I watched the parade of lovely, young,
bikini-clad daughters. These girls, as well as the teen girls in short
tennis skirts, their pert little nipples outlined in tight tops, made me
throb. I confided to my friend that a couple of hours of rubbing myself on
one of those sleek bodies could get me off quite nicely. She commiserated
with me and gave me the name of her escort service, Exocet. Her fantasy of
being a French governess who made love to her charges was fulfilled twice
by women from the agency.

I had my BMW brought around and headed home. My pussy was wet in
anticipation. I could hardly wait to place my call. The fantasy was in mind
and luckily I had no current husband to impede it.

It's eight o'clock. The help has the night off. The doorbell
rings. Satisfaction is just on the other side of the door. She was 5'6"
with green eyes. Thick, blond ponytail, white button down blouse, short
blue plaid skirt, navy sweater tied around her neck, leather sneakers,
white socks and an expensive backpack thrown across one shoulder. Plus
twenty pounds of attitude. Perfection. She was a 19-year old lesbian
college girl, but tonight she would be a 16-year old fantasy fuck for this
35-year old woman. Her name would be Linds, short for Lindsay. She was
gorgeous and I was wet.

We stepped right into the fantasy. "I'm sorry you're not happy about being
here, but your parents didn't want you to be alone. Apparently you've been
a very bad girl, Linds ."  Her parents told me she was on strict
punishment, but didn't say why. I was the accommodating next door neighbor
whose husband had taken our 11 year old son on a pre-birthday camping trip.

"Yeah, right. I'm not a baby.  I could have stayed by myself," she
whined. "My parents just got bummed out when they came home early from one
of their late business meetings and found my friend Bethie and a boy at
home with me. It is forbidden to have a boy over when they're not
home. They think we might have sex or something," she smirked.

 "No, you're not a baby. You're a lovely young woman, but your parents know
what's best. We'll have a great time together. I promise."

"Uh huh, fine. You know what I would be doing as soon as I got home? If I
wasn't a prisoner here." She rolled her eyes.

"No, Linds, what? I questioned.

"Well, I'd have my friend Bethie with me. Not some lame guy. My girlfriend,
Bethie. I would be tearing off her panties to get to the pussy I'd been
wanting all day. Now that is what I call fun."

My hand went to my chest. "What did you say," I asked incredulously.

"Pussy, yes, I said it. Pussy. I'd have my head between her legs sucking
her dry, making us cum over and over. I love the taste and feel of pussy. I
love the sound of the word. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Gee, Linds, you don't mince words, do you?"

"Why should I?" she said. "I know what I want and I get it. From Bethie or
from some other female."

I was fascinated. "Some other female? Someone older or younger? Who,
Linds?"

"An adult, actually. She's my Home Ec teacher. She walks around all prim
and proper in her cute little apron, but when I bury my tongue into that
pussy, she is practically banging pots and pans. Sucked an A out of her
last semester.  I'll do it again this semester, too. And I fucking hate
Home Ec." She laughed.

My body ached to touch her.

We chatted as I led her into the kitchen for a beverage. She plopped her
cute little ass on my countertop as I got Cokes and ice. Continuing the
fantasy, I told her, "You know, you shouldn't sit on counters."

"Why not?  I love counters. I've gotten some great action on
countertops. Hey, wanna see my pussy? I'm not wearing panties and I shaved
most of it last night. I left a little strip. Come on. You can look. Bethie
thinks it's really pretty," she said as she raised her skirt and began to
rub it. "It feels so good. I'll let you touch it if you want. I won't tell
anyone."

I went further into my fantasy. She must have thought she totally shocked
me. Not. I've had some pussy in my lifetime. Actually, I got a lot of pussy
when I was dumped in a boarding school for a year. Fucking is what we girls
did at night. We rarely saw boys and our parents didn't want us around, so
we took comfort in each other. And what better comfort than fucking. My
nickname was the "Night Rider" because I liked being on top of a girl,
screwing my pussy into hers.

As she lay back on the countertop and took the liberty of unbuttoning her
tight blouse, I quietly pulled up a stool to the end of the counter,
quickly spread her legs and plunged my tongue into her luscious
wetness. She gasped loudly and trapped my tongue inside her. I felt her
orgasm in my mouth. Girl juice erupted and I drank it. My own juice ran
down my legs with no panties to capture it.

"Wow, Mrs C., that was fantastic. I was just teasing you a bit. I had no
idea you'd like girls, with you being married and all. Does Mr. C. know?"

"Be careful what you ask for, Linds. You may just get it." As she continued
to praise me, I took a sliver of ice from my drink glass, rubbed it on her
vulva and eased it into her pussy. She shivered at the coldness, but heated
up as I drank the moisture it produced. She came again.

I retrieved a firm banana from my fruit bowl. "What my husband doesn't know
wont hurt him. Are you a virgin, Linds?" I asked as I inserted my little
finger inside her. "In here?"

"No way. I do guys sometimes when I have a date, but I like girls
best. Bethie took my virginity when we were 13. She likes to put things in
me. She knows how to please a pussy. Boys don't have a clue. They think a
pussy is just something hot to thrust in for one minute."

"You're right about boys, Linds. Now let's see how much of this nice banana
your vagina can take." I slowly inserted the fruit inside Linds. Each fat
inch seemed to excite her more. When it was to the hilt, I rubbed her clit
and watched her go wild. What a beautiful sight she was. When I removed the
fruit, I licked some of her juice away, but saved the rest for her.

As she experienced her afterglow, I rose and plunged my tongue into her
mouth. Our tongues battled in bliss. The taste of pussy shared. There is
absolutely nothing like kissing another female. Moans of pleasure left our
throats. My hand reached for her wet pussy again as I fucked her sweet
mouth.

Linds had pushed her soft bra up to her neck as I manipulated her
pussy. Young, firm breasts with pretty pink nipples lay before me. I lost
track of time as I spread them with my son's chocolate sauce and sucked and
bit at them, leaving trails of sweet wetness. Linds held my head, pushing
me closer. She was mumbling over and over, "Oh, Mrs. C.! Shit, oh fuck,
suck it, suck it." I devoured her young breasts, leaving many red spots
made in pleasure.

Linds thought she was spent, but I was not yet done. I was on a sexual
high. Still on the counter, I had her turn over had get on all fours. What
an absolutely erotic site she was with her skirt pulled up over her
luscious, pink ass. I licked and sucked her undulating ass cheeks. Her
swollen pussy seemed to hang between her legs. I went in from behind and
ate her as she screamed for more. More is what I gave her.

Too soon, it was time for her too leave. I caressed her as we straightened
her clothes and hair. We couldn't have anything out of order. We walked to
the front door. I was about to send her to the parents who trusted me with
her care. Linds needed to be fucked and I gave her what she needed. "Wait,
Linds. I need a little something else from you."

"After all the pussy I let you have, Mrs. C? You need more? Why, you're
just like me. So, bring it on!"

"Lie down on the rug and pull up your skirt. This wont take too long."

She did as I asked and watched me remove my damp skirt. I was not known as
the "Night Rider" for nothing. I quickly lowered my pussy to her oh so
swollen one, captured her arms, inserted my tongue in her mouth and began
the ride. I rode her, with the passion, memory and stamina of a teen. She
matched my efforts. "Remember, Linds, ..this is... oh, you feel so
good...our secret...no one must know... that I fucked you... Not even
Bethie..Ohh!... Is that ...understood?"  I felt her clit swell hugely
against mine and our cums shot through us. It was glorious.

"Thank you," I whispered as we again prepared her to leave.

"Yes, ma'am." I felt a shiver go through her as I traced her erect nipples
through her blouse with rolled bill. I slipped the generous tip in her bra
and sent her away wet with my juice and possible rug burn. I was not gentle
in my passion as I screwed her into the floor.

When I locked my door, I immediately called my friend to tell her how good
my session was with the girl. I walked, still naked from the waist down, to
my kitchen. I will never look at my countertop again without remembering
the things I did with that teenage girl. A pleasant shudder went through my
body.

	 "If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman"