Jo lay for a long time after the alarm had sounded. Her first class wasn't until almost noon anyway. In a way she was glad she had decided to take the art class this summer. It kept her occupied, kept her mind busy on form and depths and color and detail.
She wondered if she had made the right move, coming to live with her brother and his wife, after the tragic accident that took both parents. Sometimes she felt like an intruder, yet both Jim and Lisa treated her in an off-hand friendly way, showing clearly that they did want her, and that they enjoyed her company.
Later that day, after Jo had returned from her art class, she set up the easel in the living room so she could get better light. Her brother Jim was at work and she knew his wife Lisa was somewhere about, probably out walking on the beach picking up shells, her favorite pastime.
A noise interrupted Jo and when Lisa walked in, Jo sucked in her breath. She felt a certain madness crawling through her veins. There was no history of insanity in the family, but she knew that she was on the verge of setting the precedent. She was so close to Lisa she could smell the salt water that still clung to the woman, and even more powerful, Lisa's own natural body oils and odors. They were sweet, like rolling in a garden of fragrant flowers, and Jo felt her head beginning to roll, too. Her vision misted, as if heat shimmers were surrounding her on every side, and time after time she willed her nervous hand not to reach out, smooth the tangles from Lisa's golden hair. The skin, oh, God, the skin. Smooth, tanned, with little bubbles of water decorating it. Her hand twitched and she wanted to crawl under a rock, join a nunnery, stick her head in the sand, anything, anything to get away.
"How was your class?" Lisa asked, still standing dose and still looking at the blank canvas on the easel. "Know what you're going to paint?"
"Uh, no," Jo managed to stammer.
"Were you ever interested in doing a female nude?"
Jo reddened visibly. "I, uh, yes, I guess so."
"Why don't you paint me? We have plenty of free time during the day. And I'd like to give it to Jim if you want to do one of me." Lisa whirled about, then asked, "You interested in using me as a model?" She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, back and forth, and her hips moved inside the towel that appeared to be her only garment. Jo watched the rise and fall of those ripe haunches and she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't will herself to do it. Not even when she remembered last night, the way Lisa had responded to Jim on the beach. It couldn't do anything but increase the passion Jo felt at just that moment.
"I, uh, I don't know… " Jo heard herself saying. "I, maybe I… "
Lisa turned, green eyes sparkling like emeralds. "I'd really dig modeling, I think. And I bet you could really make me look good. "
Jo nodded.
"Oh wow!" Lisa said delightedly. She hurried around, stood beyond the easel, golden hair glowing in the sunlight. "I guess you want to see how I look without my clothes. huh?" she added, and the towel dropped in a flurry at her feet.
She stood naked, tits lifting as she breathed, and Jo began to moan while her eyes seemed to blur and mist and her fingers clenched tightly on the brush she held, so tightly that the brush handle snapped in two and both pieces fell to the ground. Lisa cupped her lush full tits from beneath, and she held them as if in offering. The nipples were pink and rigid, big round nipples with fat thick teats set squarely at their centers, and those nipples stared at Jo like earnest pink eyes. Her legs were slightly parted, and the glorious puff of her shaven cunt was on full display. Jo could see the reddish-pink of the crease, could even see the tiny inner lips framed in the slash, demure hints of the sweetness and pleasure that lurked a little deeper within.
"Stop it," Jo whispered. "For the love of Christ, stop it."
Still cupping her tits, Lisa stepped a pace or two toward Jo. "Don't you want to paint me?" she asked, a stray wet lock of hair fallen across her smooth forehead, gold hair against gold skin. "Or would you rather fool around a little?" She let go of her tits and went around the easel. Jo turned, and Lisa's hand stretched out. Jo took that hand in her own and, together, the two girls walked out the door and into the ankle-high grass that dotted the bluff overlooking the cove.
Lisa was shorter than Jo, and she had to stand on tiptoes to kiss Jo, and when she did her lush full tits rubbed arousal and invitation onto Jo's chest. Jo moaned into the mouth that covered her own and she embraced Lisa, hands racing down the girl's bare body. She cupped Lisa's buttocks, squeezed, marveled at the taut, springy, resilient flesh. Warm flesh, smooth flesh, still wet from the ocean. She pinched off tiny rolls of baby fat, felt them glide beneath her probing, seeking fingers. Lisa sighed and wriggled against Jo, and it was a dream come true. God, it was only a dream! Jo tried to tell herself. None of this was happening! A perky, frisky tongue slipped into Jo's mouth, played like a puppy, and Jo knew that this was no dream sensation. It was real, dear Jesus, it was real and it was happening! To her! To Jonelle Davis! She clasped Lisa's ass and ground her body against the older blonde's, giving full rein to her passion and lust.
They sank onto the grass, still kissing and touching. Jo felt hands on her breasts, hands that caressed the outline of her tits through the close shirt she wore, hands that wouldn't be content with caresses, that had to slip inside. Her buttons loosened. Lisa's fingers touched the bare trembling flesh of her tits. Her nipples were stiff and the older woman's fingers found them in no time, began to squeeze the sensitive little tips in rhythmic, knowing fashion.
Lisa's tongue retreated and she rolled over onto her back. Jo moved up, taking the initiative. Her shirt came loose. She fought free of it, came down upon Lisa bare to the waist, and there was an electric shock as her naked tits came into contact with Lisa's. Four stiff nipples, four eager tits. And a mouth that was only too willing to accept Jo's tongue, to suck it happily while lips and tits rubbed together and excitement roared like a blast furnace inside Jo's hungry body.
They came apart slowly. Jo's lips hurt, she'd kissed the woman with such intensity. She sat up, rubbing her mouth, looking at Lisa, wondering what all this meant. Lisa sat up too and she brushed Jo's nearest breast with the back of her hand. The nipple wobbled as she stroked it, and Jo could hardly breathe.
Lisa was beaming with smiles. "Did you like that?" she asked. Jo blushed. "Was it more fun than watching me and Jim last night? "
"What…?"
"I saw you peeking out the window," Lisa added, leaning in closer. She licked Jo's neck, and then her tongue glided down Jo's breast, onto the reddish peak of one nipple. She flicked it twice, then pulled it into her mouth and sucked. There could be no faking in the smooth, efficient action of her lips. She knew what she was doing and she enjoyed it. So did Jo.
"Really," Lisa said, lifting her face and looking into Jo's brown eyes, "I have known for a long time what you've needed, but I haven't done too much about it till now." She smiled, then added, "Do I turn you on?"
Jo nodded.
"Do you like to fuck, too? With men I mean?" Again Jo nodded.
"Me, too," Lisa said.
Jo put her hands on Lisa's tits and squeezed. God, the ripeness, the firmness, the heat of the pink nipples against her palms! "And I want to fuck you, too. I want you so badly I can taste you right now-all over my face, as if you're already feeding me on your pussy… I… "
Lisa stood, looking down at Jo. "And I can feel your tongue in me," she said, rubbing her slit until it sparkled. Little drops of come were oozing from her crack. Jo could see them, smell them, almost taste them. "I bet you're good," Lisa added. "I bet you're good at everything you do. Show me, Jo. Show me how good you are."
"I, uh, I've never done it before… "
"You haven't?" Lisa looked at her quizzically. "I didn't know that. I thought, well, I thought, you know… that you'd really had experience. "
"Not a bit. Only my imagination and," she said as her face reddened, "my finger."
"Me, too… my finger, that is. It helps a lot," Lisa admitted. "Shall we show each other then?"
Jo nodded. "Come here," she said huskily, and she seized Lisa's legs. Lifting herself, she thrust her face into Lisa's crotch. Her hands preceded her, split the hairless crack, made room for her hot ready tongue. She spread into Lisa and she heard the woman moan in delight, but she couldn't be half so delighted as Jo was, getting her first sweet taste of pussy.
Slowly they came down again, Jo on her back, Lisa sitting on her face. Jo had an entire pussy to work with, and it was the pussy of her dreams. She opened it, marveled at the coral-pink interior, at the slippery texture of the folds of flesh inside Lisa's gates, at the redness of the clitoral button that was already erect and hot for the fray. Leaning up, she anointed the clit with her tongue, felt it quiver against her, felt the shudders of joy run through Lisa's entire body. She squeezed the woman's ass and started to eat pussy.
Lisa leaned forward, pressing her twat down upon Jo's face. "God," the blonde panted, "you are good at everything! Eat me, darling! Eat me up! Chew me raw! Stick your tongue in my twat! Oh, lick me, lick me, lick me! Suck me sweet and I'll come all over your pretty face! My God, Jo, eat me, eat me, eat meeeeee!"
As for Jo, she was eating, and it was better even than she had dreamed it could be. The blonde sister-in-law's cunt was delicious, sweet and fresh and tangy, and her tongue found new taste treats everywhere it roamed. The tube was snug around her tongue and she loved that. She worked one hand loose from Lisa's ass, got it into the woman's sweet snatch from behind, and she poked home with a lustful vengeance. Atop her, Lisa quivered and moaned, and Jo knew that she wasn't the only one enjoying this magic moment. Oh, God, she thought, it's really happening! No matter how the rest of my life goes, I've had this. And I'll never ever forget it!
Lisa rocked back, until she was lying atop Jo's lean body, her taut-fleshed legs on either side of Jo's head, her pussy jammed against Jo's eager mouth. Jo rammed her tongue into Lisa, then reached up, and took hold of the woman's jiggling tits. They were hard with excitement, the nipples an inch long and fat as pinky fingers. Jo squeezed the nipples, squeezed until Lisa throbbed and shook atop her, and she kept her tongue busy, in and out of her vagina, up to bathe the clit in hot saliva, back down to the hole again. Everything was so delicious she didn't know where to lunch next. She wanted to eat that cunt-hole, to chew it up and digest it and absorb it into her own system so she could keep it with her always.
"Suck me, sweet," Lisa panted. "Oh, you're doing it, Jo! You're eating me! Nobody eats like another woman, do they? Nothing tastes like a pussy? I want to smother you with my cunt! I want to get your whole head into me! I want to pull you up my snatch and never let you go! Your tongue, baby! Use your fucking tongue! Fuck me with your motherfucking tongue! Slurp, slurp! Ohhhhh-wowwwwww!"
Her pussy was responding like a well tuned engine. When Jo wasn't burying her face in the sweet hairless crack, that sweet hairless crack was thrusting at her face, cooze juice leaking from the slit, thick and tart and as addictive as good wine. Jo's face was already soaked, from sweat and cooze juice, but everything was good and she wanted more. Oh, God, she wanted everything!
Lisa jerked her pussy back, and Jo couldn't raise her face high enough to follow. Lisa rolled off Jo, turned around fast, threw herself down upon the supine girl, began to kiss her mouth hungrily, using lips and tongue and teeth. "I can taste me," she said. "I can taste me all over you." Her tongue shot into Jo's mouth and Jo sucked as vigorously as she'd nursed Lisa's clit. At the same time Lisa's hands were on Jo's body, ravishing her tits, sliding down her belly, fighting with the button of Jo's tight jeans. "Come loose, goddamn it," Lisa growled, and the button opened and her hand thrust inside.
She slid beneath the waistband of Jo's panties, fingers burrowing through Jo's little jungle of dark pubic hair. Jo's twat was leaky with hot juice too, and Lisa's fidgety fingers only increased the flow.
"Hair," Lisa sighed. "I like to nuzzle in hair. Get your pants off. Let's eat each other. You can lick me with no hair and I can wallow in your fluff. Okay?"
Did she have to ask? My God, Jo thought, docs she have to fucking ask? She lifted her ass and Lisa pulled down pants and panties in one quick motion, baring Jo to the ankles. The shoes had to come off before Jo could be stripped totally, and it was hard getting the shoes off because Jo's toes were curled tightly, tense with excitement.
But the shoes fell away, and Lisa was grunting heavily as she jerked off Jo's pants, and then both of them were naked, two glowing female bodies hot with desire and lust. She stared at Jo's twat, her eyes glittering as she drank in the loveliness of the curling hairs. Jo was just as turned on by Lisa's hairless twat. To each her own, she thought, her hand sliding up and down Lisa's smooth tanned thigh. The woman was tanned to the same shade of a new-penny copper all over, a tribute to the California sun and a landmark to Jo's arousal. Jo's hand worked up the inside of Lisa's leg and the fingers came to rest on the girl's puss-bare cunt-mound. The flesh was blazing hot, or so it felt to Jo's excited fingers, and the slice dripped sticky juices. Jo worked her fingers in that goo, then started to punch one into Lisa's hole.
"Right," Lisa said. "It's time to play!" She cupped Jo's mound, squeezed it. "Hair tickles," she announced with a girlish giggle. "I shaved mine when I was married because Jim likes it that way. Maybe sometime, though, I'll let the fuzz grow out again. "
"I like it this way, too," Jo husked. "I really get off on it, too."
Lisa giggled, and she arranged herself over Jo, pussy to face. As her hairless twat settled down on Jo's mouth, the auburn-haired girl thought it felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. "Come here," she murmured to the descending pussy and her tongue lifted to kiss it hello.
Something kissed her own pussy at almost the same instant. It was Lisa's mouth, Lisa's wet hungry mouth, covering Jo's entire cunt bulge, sucking hard. Jo moaned, her mouth full of hot hairless twat, and she began to writhe. She was so juiced-up that it wouldn't take much to set her coming, but there would be more. God, if she had to, she'd tear up the canvas and bind Lisa hand and foot! Keep her out here the whole goddamned day, rape her as thoroughly as any woman had ever been raped in this world's history.
Lisa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Jo to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Lisa opened Jo's snatch and started to lick her way in and out, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I'm not the first cooze she's eaten, Jo told herself. How many others had there been? How many? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea. She hated the idea of other women having known Lisa, of the sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women's cunts. But I have her now, Jo thought, taking a death grip on Lisa's ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I'm not going to Jet her go! Not until I'm good and ready. And I may never be that ready.
Fingers stabbed into Jo, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Jo rationalized, I don't have to tell her what I like. She knows what to do to please me.
Her tongue raced up into Lisa's rippling snatch and she felt the eager play of muscles inside the sweet-scented pussy. Hot drippings smeared her face, coated her raging tongue. Lisa's clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Jo had ever seen in any of the magazines she had looked at, a thrill to behold, a treat to suck, a privilege to make love to. She washed it with her tongue and she sucked it and she loved it, and she felt Lisa's excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Lisa and wet the ball of Jo's chin. Reluctantly she left off clit-sucking and scooped low with her tongue, hungry for those juices. She drank them avidly and her tongue worked inside, lapping up still more and more and more of Lisa's come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Lisa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Jo could easily drown. But what a way to die!
Had Lisa really seen her last night? Had Lisa been aware of Jo's desire from the moment of their first meeting? It seemed incredible, almost impossible to believe, but it had to be true. And had she come in here today only to see if Jo would paint her, or had she come here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Lisa's, right from the start. In all her dreams Jo had never thought something like-this would happen to her…
But it was happening; even as she drank the flowing honey of Lisa's twat, Jo knew that it was wonderful. But, in a way, it was worse, too, worse than the passion she'd been nursing since last evening. She was getting Lisa, sure, but what was she getting? Lisa was her brother's wife. This could be nothing more than a one-afternoon-stand, to coin a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour's passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Jo's heart began to deflate. There was a God and He was punishing her in the most vindictive fashion possible. He was giving her a taste of paradise, but he would also take it away and she could only hunger and pine for all time to come, aching for one, more sip of the manna that dripped, not from heaven, but from something much better-the crack of Lisa's pink-petaled pussy.
Jo grabbed the blonde woman's lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Lisa's cooze as if pussy were going out of style tomorrow and she needed to get more than her greedy share today.
It was good, Jesus, it was so good! Better even than she'd dreamed it could be. Her fantasies had been only fantasies. She had never guessed that they might be capable of fulfillment. All last night Jo had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Lisa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Lisa, and she knew how sweet dreams could be, how gratified a body could feel when hungers were fed. She worked her tongue in and out of the tight sweet crack, and she felt magic things take place in her own twat. Lisa had a tongue like an angel, and if those fingers of hers were artistic in no other fashion, they were talented when it came to pronging and stroking a hot, horny cunt.
"I'm going to come," Jo moaned. "I'm going to come all over you, Lisa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!"
"Mmmmmm." Lisa giggled, and her tongue oozed up Jots twitchy tube. She went deep-it was surprising that her tongue could be so long, but Jo had the proof a mile up her snatch-and as her tongue slid across the lust-maddened flesh, it began to erupt in ripples of convulsions of orgasms. Jo screamed around Lisa's pussy and she pulled her knees back, entrapping that beautiful blonde face where it belonged, between her legs, glued to her climactic cunt.
And then, like magic, Lisa groaned and began to come as well. How often did that happen? Jo wondered. Two women in a spontaneous love act, both of them coming at almost the same instant? She hummed into Lisa's cunt and the juices oozed forth, drenching her face, drowning her in lust. She lapped into them and her tongue scooped up the liquid love and it was beautiful, it was dynamite, it proved that even a loser could win-at least once. Sobbing with joy and the sense of what she was about to lose forever, Jo ate Lisa's orgasm, fed Lisa her own come. Legs clutched heads, hands clutched asses, tongues dove in and out of churning, excited pussies, and two bodies finally collapsed together in the grass, passion spent for the moment.
A little later they gathered up their clothing and walked nude to the cottage. Inside, still nude, Jo put her arms around her blonde sister-in-law, pulled her to her, and said, "Come here, I want to kiss you again. "
"Where do you want to kiss me?" Lisa asked coyly, puckering her lips. At the same time her hand slid down her belly and she parted the hairless lips of her snatch. Jo stood panting, watching, unsure how to answer the question.
Lisa lay flat on the floor now and sighing, Jo sank to her knees and planted her mouth on Lisa's belly, just below the navel. It eased downward, onto the puff of pussy and her tongue scraped the parted, inviting labia. Lisa's clit was still erect, a pulsating little nubbin against Jo's tongue. Jo licked it once, found she couldn't take her tongue away. Lisa took hold of Jo's head, began to wiggle against Jo's face, just as she'd wiggled in her dance last night. Only this time, Jo thought, she's doing it for me and for me only. She sucked the clitoris, felt its eager throb between her lips, and her eyes went misty with tears. I can lose her and live, she thought, but it will hurt.
Lisa settled down again. Her hand slid lazily across the floor, finding a paintbrush. Lisa turned her head and poked at it. A long-handled brush with a wide flat set of bristles. She stroked them against her arm. Stiff, but not harsh. She looked at Jo's naked legs, spilling across the carpet. Smooth, brown legs, slender and shapely. Pleasant to touch, even more pleasant to feel, wrapped around her face. Lisa began to slide the bristles of the paintbrush up and down Jo's legs, paying close attention to the backs of the thighs. The way Jo wiggled around and kind of purred into Lisa's twat signaled to Lisa that it was indeed an idea, and a very good one. She tickled a little harder, scraping flesh, and the brush moved into Jo's crotch.
"Oh, God!" That was Jo, first being touched on the pussy by the paintbrush. Lisa worked it vigorously at the fleshy little lips, not trying to get inside; not yet, at least. Jo rolled over, face flushed with excitement. "What are you doing?" she asked. Lisa held up the brush. Jo giggled. "I never thought of using it for that!" she said.
"Show you a better one," Lisa replied. "C'mon, open 'em. Let me into that little honeypot of yours. Mmmmmm! I can still smell the come all over your cunt. Makes my tummy growl. I think I'm hungry."
Lisa lay down on the floor between Jo's widespread legs, the brush in her hand. "Open up, you tight little bugger," she told the pussy, and Jo reached down to lend her assistance. The gates parted, and Lisa moved in, holding the paintbrush, bristly end out.
"Ohmigod!" Jo squealed as the bristles touched her clit. She jumped and her face went red and her nipples popped out in excitement. Lisa rubbed again, and Jo's head began to swim. "Don't do that," she said. "You're driving me crazy." But she said it like an invitation, and Lisa kept on stroking. Jo lay back, twitching, holding her snatch wide, and the constant flutter of camel's hair across her love button was incredible, stimulating, total fucking dynamite!
She sat up, panting, grabbing the brush from Lisa, threw the older woman back onto the carpeting and zeroed in on Lisa's crotch. "Oooooohhhhh!" Lisa shrieked as Jo repaid her in very good kind, scratching rings around the blonde's big, luscious clit.
A delightful shade of pink suffused Lisa's privates, and Jo couldn't stand it. She threw the brush over her shoulder and went in with mouth open. Her tongue ravished Lisa, lapping and prodding until the girl was gushing in orgasm, and then she lay back, propped on her elbows, legs spread, ready, ready, ready! And so was Lisa, who mouthed in on Jo's snatch as if it were a steak, smothered in gravy and fragrant onions. It couldn't last long, Jo thought, guiding a head that needed no guidance, but it could be beautiful while it lasted.
They both went up, high, high, and higher. Soaring, gliding, exploding, then it was over and their bodies eased back downward to earth, to the carpet of the living room where Jo was living with her brother and her newly found love, his wife.
They moved together, holding each other, knowing that perhaps this moment, this period in time, was past and maybe it could never be again, but it had happened and it was so beautiful, so wonderful, that each girl was hesitant to let go of it.
"Beautiful, wasn't it?" Lisa whispered.
Jo nodded, and she began to cry. Her salty tears spilled onto Lisa's big warm boobs. One teardrop glistened at the tip of Lisa's nearest nipple. It shone like silver in the sunlight streaming in the window.
"Oh God! Lisa, what am I going to do?" Jo sobbed, once more the younger sister-in-law and not the older-acting aggressor she had been.
"You're going to get by, sweetie," Lisa said, patting Jo on her bare shoulder.