"Ooh, your pretty little cunt is all shiny with nice warm juice," Bette said as she slowly fingered the girl.
"Do it, Bette, do it please. Suck me and make me do it. Make me come."
"Yes, baby, yes," Bette told her as she worked the long finger in her partner's slit, listening to the squishy sounds and watching Esther writhing in lust, out of her mind with desire and abandon.
Moving her finger slowly to the top of the wet, hot slit, Bette brushed it lightly over the dark, hard clitoral bud and watched Esther's body jerk strongly in fevered response.
"Please, Bette, please," Esther pleaded. "I'm beg in ging you. Please suck my cunt and let me come down before I go crazy."
Drawing a fine line between exercising her power and actually torturing her partner, Bette lowered her face to the wide open crotch, brushed her moist lips over thighs that were warm and smoother than satin, she exhaled warmly on Esther's vulva and heard a loud groan as the crotch kept jerking in search of the desperately wanted mouth, then with a muffled cry, Bette pressed her open mouth down on the soft, warm, wet place and began sucking.
Esther shrieked, her body jerked strongly again, then her thighs were rubbing the lovely face of the hungrily sucking woman. As she ate her crotch banquet, Bette's hands lovingly explored hips and thighs and tummy, then worked their way upward until each was rubbing and warmly squeezing a big, firm breast.
When she had sucked juice from the eager fountain, Bette poured warm saliva into the silken well to replenish the supply of juice. It marinated quickly with Esther's juices and when she sucked and licked it away she found the erotic taste of woman, the flavor of steaming hot vaginal nectar and she drank it greedily.
While Bette sucked greedily, Esther kept moaning and panting as though in a death agony, then there was another shriek from the lesbian novitiate as a slightly rough tongue rasped over her clitoris and her behind jerked up off the sheet.
"Mmmm… mmmm… mmmmmmmm," Bette ummed as she tongued the sensitized, throbbing passion bud and listened to Esther singing the national anthem of the Isle of Lesbos, "mmmm… mmmm… mmmm."
As she felt Esther's naked body tensing and heard a change of pitch in her cries of ecstasy, Bette brought her hands back to the well fleshed hips and held firmly. Just a few more slow licks and she'll explode, she thought as she made each lick over the hard passion bud slower and slower, then the whole room seemed to shake with the sound of Esther's shrieks of ecstasy.
Holding her partner tight with her arms wrapped around her tummy, Bette stole two more agonizing licks of her clit, each drawing a cry of near pain, then she rested with her open mouth pressed on the wet, tasty target until, at last, the fierce spasms finally stopped and Esther began to drift back to earth.
Later, as they rested, they talked in shared awe of what it had been like.
"I can't describe it, Bette," Esther said with a little squeal. "It's like I've been to heaven and back. I never knew anything could be so good. Are you going to let me suck and lick your cunt like that?"
"Let you? Esther dear, I'm going to insist on it."
"Oh yes, I want to. I'm dying to find out what it feels like to… you know… to suck your cunt the way you sucked and licked mine."
"You'll find out and you're going to love it. We're going to spend the whole weekend eating each oth er's pussy and doing lots of sexy things."
Minutes later, as she lay with her face buried between Bette's big, smooth thighs, her mouth fastened greedily to an open slit, Esther found a new kind of ecstasy.
As Bette had promised, they spent the whole weekend having a delightful orgy for two.
Chapter 9
Through the remainder of the college year, Esther was always eager to visit Bette for another lesbian romp. She would have been happy to spend every night there, but that was out of the question. Sex, to Bette, was a once in a while thing. Getting top marks rated and received top priority.
Before the winter break, Bette was so far ahead of the class in every subject that the only competition was for second place. For sexual change of pace, Bette decided to find a male who would be ready to meet her needs in that area. Ignoring the students, she looked over the faculty with a critical eye.
She was looking for a man who had some of the qualities that made Derek such a wonderful lover. As she narrowed down the field of possibilities, her eye turned more and more to a sixty-one year old professor who seemed more alive and vital than most of the younger men.
Bette found opportunities to chat with the man, and she found him more and more fascinating. Checking his reaction, she bent to permit him a generous view of cleavage and lush, firm breasts. She liked what she saw in his eyes.
In the course of the same conversation, the hem of her short skirt rode above the tops of her nylons and his eyes followed. His expression was youthfully eager as he accepted an invitation for dinner at her apartment.
"What would you like for dinner?" she asked, smiling.
"You know the answer to that, Bette," he told her and licked his lips as his eyes moved over her.
"I hope you won't find your food too hot," she replied and saw a promising bulge in his pants as he assured her he wouldn't.
The professor, Edward, arrived precisely on time. His expression added to Bette's feeling of arousal and the man looked younger than the last time she had seen him.
Bette had rejected the idea of greeting him in a sexy negligee as being too corny, so she wore a short, low cut, simple black dress, though when she put it on it ceased to be simple as it hugged the generous curves of her body.
Nicely chilled martinis were produced and soon they were chatting as easily as if they had known each other for years.
Deliberately, Bette sat opposite him and allowed him to see how excitingly her white thighs contrasted with the dark nylon tops and how the black garter belt suspender was held taut against her satiny looking thighs. As she approached the end of her drink, Bette uncrossed her legs to show him how her black panties snugged in her crotch, then she got up and walked to him.
He stood at once, seemingly proud of the bulge in the front of his pants, then she was in his arms and they met in a wet, passionate kiss. All through the kiss, she was excitedly conscious of the hard, throbbing bulge, especially when his hands rubbed down her back until they were fondling her buttocks through dress and tiny panties.
After the kiss, she took his hand and they walked to her bedroom, both highly aroused, yet controlled. In the bedroom, they shared another very wet kiss, their tongues playing games as he again fondled her plump buttocks, then as the kiss ended, he opened the top of her dress and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.
"My God, Bette, how truly lovely you are," Edward said in awe as he dropped her dress onto a chair and stared at what her body did to the little black bra and panties.
"I have a feeling you'll know how to handle me, dear," she told him with quiet confidence. "For a little while, I'm all yours."
"And I thought I was too old to believe in Santa Claus," the professor said as he began undressing.
When he stopped, he was naked and his penis was not only magnificently erect, but it was even bigger than Derek's. The equipment which hung below the base looked big and solidly filled.
"You're beautiful, Edward. I knew you would be, but that magnificent cock is even better than I'd have guessed."
"It's all yours, Bette. Why me? There are so many younger, stronger men around campus?"
"Is that a complaint?" she teased.
"You know it isn't."
"I haven't gone to bed with a man since I came here. I wanted the first one to be right. I think you are."