Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N

... Darla on the mouth, hard, with all the passion she could summon, and then, when the kiss broke, she announced, "I want to lick your pussy, and I want to do it right now." Darla laughed. "Go for it sweetie. I won't object." Pamela shifted on the bed and quickly stripped Darla's sex soaked panties down her shapely legs. Pamela put the panties to her face and inhaled the musky fragrance before tossing them aside. Darla spread her legs by way of invitation and Pamela got her first real look at another woman's snatch for the first time in years. "Oh my god," Pamela hissed, "it's beautiful." Darla had a prominent mons; her pussy had thick outer lips, generous inner lips, and a large clitoral hood that ended in a bright pink crown that looked for all the world like an HO Gauge penis. Darla had adopted the Brazilian wax fashion and referred to her genitals as "porn pussy," with just a tiny landing strip of red fur to prove that the carpet and d****s matched. In her current state of arousal the flesh of her womanhood was swollen and had taken on a bright fuchsia coloring. "Like what you see?" Darla said in a voice that was as inviting as she could make it. "Oh, yes," Pamela replied. Pamela crawled between Darla's wide spread legs and put her face right up close to Darla's pubis. She inhaled, imbibing the scent of aroused femininity as if it was the finest culinary creation of some master chef. She was almost dizzy with desire. Pamela used her thumbs to peel back the turgid flesh ...

... guarding Darla's vaginal portal and took a moment to examine the proud flesh, devouring it with her hungry eyes, assigning every detail to memory. And then she opened her mouth and covered as much of Darla's juicy grotto as she could manage, her tongue leaping into the crease to lick and taste those fragrant and flavorful folds of fine feminine flesh that Darla was offering so wantonly. "Ahhhhhhh....yessssss..." Darla hissed as she felt Pamela's tongue begin to explore her humid folds. "Mmmmmm..." Pamela moaned as she tasted the flesh of another woman for the first time - her college experiments having been all one way affairs. The flavor hit her senses like a runaway freight train and she knew she was hooked. Sweet, acidic, pungent, organic - all mixed together. What Pamela lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm. It would be fair to characterize her style of cunnilingus as an assault. Her tongue was a ravenous b**st leaving no fold or wrinkle of labial flesh unexplored. Her energy and desire alone were nearly enough to bring Darla off. But she needed a little more. "My clit. Suck my clit," Darla cried. Pamela zeroed in on the little nubbin protruding from its swollen sheath, surrounding it with her lips and sucking while at the same time lashing it with rapid movements of her tongue. In a flash of intuition she slipped two fingers into Darla's sex sleeve and began fingering her new lover with quick strokes. "FUCK!" Darla shouted as her body went stiff. She couldn't ...