“Oooooh,” she moaned.
“You’re so beautiful.” Pamela’s opposite hand stroked Lindsay’s forehead, her shoulders, her hair as she kissed her neck again. “Beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, and a beautiful mouth.” Pamela spoke slowly, nuzzled Lindsay’s neck, and breathed in the fresh, vibrant scent. “You have smooth, soft skin. I like that.” She found her mouth one more time. “And very kissable lips.”
Yet, there were more pressing matters to deal with.
Pamela retreated and dove face-first between those thighs. She withdrew her finger and ran the same hand over Lindsay’s sweet spot, spreading her labia and revealing moist, pink flesh. Lindsay grasped the headboard with both hands and wailed out once Pamela enveloped her pussy with her lips and tongue.
As much as Lindsay enjoyed Sammy going down on her Tuesday evening, that was nothing compared to now. Lindsay’s feet levitated off the bed and her knees vibrated in mid-air as Pamela feasted, licking and sucking with a hunger that was unparalleled. It was a complete release of Lindsay’s mind, her body, her soul, and her entire world was seconds away from a nuclear explosion. Pamela was beyond insatiable and committed to providing Lindsay the best orgasm of her life.
“Oh God!” Lindsay clamped her thighs around Pamela’s head and squeezed hard. “Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She exerted such tremendous energy doing so that her hands fell from the headboard. Anticipation gripped Lindsay so fiercely that she couldn’t move her arms, at least for now. “Oh, dear God!” Her head tossed back and mouth open, Lindsay’s primal screams mixed with the noise of her body thrashing around. “You’re gonna make me cream myself!”
Pamela pulled away to gasp but returned to work. She kept her eyes fixed on Lindsay’s face and was inflamed because eyes were looking right back at her, begging, pleading, imploring for release. Her own face glistening with juices, Pamela swallowed the excess and roared, “I can’t get enough of you, baby!”
“Devour me with your tongue!” Lindsay glanced down and became enthralled with Pamela’s brown eyes, warm and determined, as her lips and mouth worked their magic. She spoke through choppy breaths. “Please, keep going! Keep going! Make me your lesbian bitch!”
Pamela’s throat constricted as Lindsay rocked against her face. “Oooooh, so wet. Such a perfect pussy. So good, so good.” Her movements became wilder and more unpredictable as Pamela took her to the precipice of orgasm. The frenetic action had stretched both ladies taut, like a pair of rubber bands about to snap, and it was the sweetest torture imaginable. Soon, Pamela realized she was no longer licking Lindsay’s pussy.
Instead, Lindsay was fucking her mouth.
Still, Pamela’s tongue flicked and twirled, and she helped Lindsay release the beast within, the animalistic side of a sheltered eighteen-year-old who yearned to be set free and experience life on her own. Yet also someone Pamela cared about and fell head-over-heels in love with too.
When was the last time – other than with Colt, of course – Pamela found herself so emotionally invested in a sexual encounter? So turned on that nothing else in the world mattered than to deliver her partner ultimate satisfaction?
Somewhere, over the past twelve years, the idea of sport fucking had lost its appeal. But that was okay, and to be expected.
It wasn’t that Pamela was so desensitized she felt nothing with a typical client. She detached her emotions and rarely was there a spark.
And although she’d fantasized about this for several years, there was no way Pamela could trust another woman enough to let her in. Yet she trusted Lindsay enough to have visions of her in her bed every night from this point forward.
Squished between her and Colt.
Lindsay screamed, her words nonsensical, and a rush of pleasure jolted her, fierce and sizzling, as an orgasm tore through her and ripped down every reality she’d ever known. Her pussy spasmed around Pamela’s tongue; juices gushed and flowed as Pamela moved her head back and forth and reveled in the joyous moment. Pamela’s face was Lindsay’s own personal sex toy and, perhaps for the first time ever, Pamela flat-out loved it.
Lindsay gave a cry so loud it split Pamela’s ears, reverberated all throughout the house, and bounced off every wall. What did Colt think? Would it upset him that Lindsay fooled around like this with his wife? What about Jim? Kenzie? Aaliyah might become angrier, but who the hell cared?
Satisfied, Lindsay collapsed onto the bed in an exhausted, listless heap, and her face burned red at the spectacle she’d made of herself.
I can’t believe I had sex with another woman! “Oh, dear God. Oh my. I feel… wowzers….”
* * *
“Amazing. Simply amazing,” Pamela said, moving up and kissing the tip of Lindsay’s nose. Her face twitched, but Pamela caught it and stilled her with a soft kiss. “Honey, I…” Haven’t had sex this satisfying in years.
And you didn’t even do anything to me.
“What is it, Pamela? What?” Lindsay planted a kiss on her cheek. “What? Talk to me.”
Not wanting to admit that at such an early stage, Pamela smiled instead and straightened her posture. She put her hand on Lindsay’s face and inserted an index finger into her mouth. Lindsay accepted it, and with those blue eyes, gazed back at her and sucked.
“Listen, honey. I’m going over to the hutch where my phone is.”
Lindsay latched on to Pamela’s wrist with her hand and said, “No. Don’t leave me. Please.”
“Honey, hold on. I’m going to text Colt and tell him he better not expect me to come out for a lineup or see a customer tonight. That’s all.” Pamela leaned over and again peppered Lindsay’s forehead with a kiss. “Because I’ll refuse. I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight.”
Lindsay nodded, released Pamela’s finger from her mouth, and settled deeper into the cozy bed. “Hurry, okay? I want to snuggle with you.”
Pamela giggled like an excited schoolgirl on prom night and rushed over to the hutch. She snatched her smartphone and typed out a text message.
>> I’m in Kayleigh’s room and you BETTER NOT disturb us the rest of night. I’M OFF. DO NOT expect me for a lineup because I won’t come. Love you lots!
Still giggling, Pamela returned her cellular device to the hutch and another thought popped into her mind.
Have to work on Colt. I’d like Kayleigh in our lives full-time and for us to share her. If I can show him my feelings for her are legit, Colt may be more open to the idea, I think. She’s a tight, adorable little blonde, and that’s his weakness. Always has been, what he likes most.
Colt fell in love with me when I was eighteen too.
Pamela became emotional for an instant – overcome with the possibilities – but made a mad dash straight for Lindsay’s outstretched arms. The two rolled around a time or two on the mattress, happy, but settled with Pamela on her back and Lindsay’s face buried between those perfect, scrumptious breasts.
Her lips dined. “You know, we have a threesome scheduled tomorrow afternoon with the guy from the website. What’s his name?”
“HeavyD9116 – Darius.” Pamela grabbed the remote control and flipped the television off. There’s a first for everything, right? Never thought I’d have sex while Tom and Jerry played in the background. “I know him. He’s been here many times before. Decent enough guy.”
Lindsay giggled and raised her face from the delights of Pamela’s cleavage. “I’m sure he’s gonna want both of us to lick pussy, right?”
“Yeah.” Pamela couldn’t contain her smile. “What’s that look, baby? What’s on your mind?”
Lindsay shrugged in slow motion and bit her lip in a shy manner. “You should teach me how tonight.”
A rare blush crept across her face. “What? Lick pussy?”
Lindsay nodded. “I… I’ve been dreaming of having you sit on my face every night.”
“Wow. Blunt and to the point, aren’t you?”
“A little blunt, yes; I admit it.”
Pamela giggled. “As long as I get to lick your pussy again as well, baby. Many, many times. And use your dildo on you too. I’ll teach you some tricks with it.” Pamela took her in another smoldering, lustful kiss and had Lindsay’s body turn to silly putty within her arms.
Exactly where it had been forever destined to be….
(End of Chapter Eight)
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