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From: "Kenn Ghannon" <kennyg@ameritech.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Pizza [1/?] (FF ff voy mast)
Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2003 05:10:04 -0400
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Pizza

By Kenn Ghannon


The Rules

I thought, before we got to the actual reading of this story that we should
set down a couple of ground rules:

1) This story involves frank and explicit descriptions of sex.  If it is
immoral or illegal in your area to read about topics of this nature, please
quit reading here.  If you don't want to read about topics of this nature,
please quit reading here.  (I don't, by the way, agree with the legal
aspects of this.  I believe that the United States, as a society, has gone
too far in putting the onus of maturity on a rather arbitrary physical age.
I've known 13 year olds who were far more mature than some 40 year olds.  Of
course, this may be the exception to the rule, but still.)

2) If you are looking for a story where everyone is always happy all of the
time, please find another story.  If you are looking for a story where
everyone is always sad all of the time, please find another story.  Reality
is somewhere in-between these two extremes and I try to write as near to
reality as an erotic fantasy can get.  Do I succeed?  Only you can tell me.

3) If you are looking for a story that absolutely revolves around sex, sex,
and more sex, please find another story.  I *WON'T* write one of those.
There is sex here, but only as a function of the story.

4) Everything you read here is fiction.  It never happened, so I am
definitely not writing about YOU.  :)

If you've read this far, I hope you enjoy this.


Author's Note:  Okay, the premise has been done before.but not by me!  I
thought I'd take time out from my other story to see if I couldn't work on
character development a little bit.  You see, there are a LOT of truly great
authors who post their stories here.  The stories that I enjoy the most,
however, are the ones where the people seem real.  They are brought to life
so effortlessly by the author that you end up caring about THEM - not just
what happens to them.


Let's face it: There ARE a lot of stories where the characters are one-dimen
sional constructs whose sole purpose in the story is to get laid.  I don't
want to write like that, and I fear that I am doing it.  So, I thought, for
my exercise today, that I would work on creating rich characters for a
simple story, centered on a pizza delivery.


Let me know what you think.

--KG


Jodi was of two minds.


On the one hand, her first day of work stretched before her like some great
adventure with all the perils, problems, and mystery that that entailed.
Who knew what the coming days would bring?  Would she make great tips?  What
kind of adventures would there be?


On the other hand, this WAS going to be work.  She was going to have to
report to a boss, do her job well, get along with the people, and on and on.
What if she didn't get along with the people she worked with?  What if she
didn't like her job?


Actually, the job was a necessity.  Her parents had bought her a car for her
sixteenth birthday with the understanding that she would be responsible for
all of the expenses.  Gasoline, insurance, maintenance - she ticked off the
list of all of the expenses the car would bring.  Sighing in resignation,
she got out of the car and headed in to her first day.


She had forgotten how windy the day was.  No sooner had she stepped out of
the car than a sudden gust blew the ball cap from her head.  Luckily, she
had hooked the cap around her long, auburn pony tail so it just fell along
her back.  Thinking quickly, she grabbed the hat before it could work loose
from her pony tail and pulled it tight on her head, her left hand holding it
in place.


The first thing that she noticed was the over-whelming smell of pizza that
hung like a dark cloud throughout the store.  The second thing to assault
her was the oppressive heat.  She began to perspire almost as soon as she
entered the tiny store.


Luckily, she wouldn't have to worry about the heat too much.  Her job was to
deliver the pizzas, not make them.  She'd be in the comfort of her new car
most of the time, while the poor people taking orders and making the pizza
would have to deal with the smell and the heat.


She approached the counter and the bored-looking girl standing behind it.
The girl was actually rather pretty.  Her fiery red hair was pulled back
into a pony tail like Jodi's own but where Jodi's skin was tanned from long
hours in the sun, the girl behind the counter had pale skin the color of
milk.  A handful of freckles dotting her face did nothing to detract from
her beauty.  What amazed Jodi the most, though, was how slim she was.  She
was definitely gifted in the upper body department but her waist was tiny.
Jodi had expected most of the people working here to be a little on the
heavy side - how thin could they be with a steady diet of pizza?


"Hi, welcome to Dominick's.  What can I get you?" the girl's voice was light
and airy, like the soft tinkling of a wind chime, but the boredom within it
dulled the over-all effect.  She hadn't even looked at Jodi.


"I'm Jodi Watson.  I'm supposed to be working here?" Jodi said hesitantly.
She tried to make her voice as warm as possible.  She wanted to make a good
impression from the start.  The faster she got her co-workers on her side,
the better the chances of actually having fun at this job.


The girl looked up in surprise.  As soon as she saw the ball cap on Jodi's
head, she smiled like the sun from behind a stormy cloud.  It lit up her
face and made the room seem even warmer - which was a mixed blessing.  "Vic
said he was going to have a new guy starting today on delivery.but I wasn't
really expecting.well, I was kind of expecting a guy not a girl!"


Jodi laughed.  "Well, I could go change if you want.maybe wear a mustache,
deeper voice."


The girl giggled at that.  "No.  It's just that most of the delivery people
are guys.  You don't see too many girls delivering pizza, you know?
Especially the late shift.  I mean, I wouldn't do it.  I'd be too scared.
Delivering pizzas to dark houses.that kind of thing."


"Yea, I know what you mean.  My parents weren't exactly thrilled about my
choice of jobs.  But the money is better delivering pizzas than at the local
fast-food place and I'm told you can get some good tips, so I thought I'd
give it a try.  It caused a big argument, but they came around eventually."


The girl smiled knowingly and gave her an exaggerated look up and down.
"Well, you might want to dress a little differently to get bigger tips."
She looked at Jodi frankly, her eyes twinkling, then gave up and started
laughing.  "Like maybe a bikini?  You DEFINITELY have the body for it."  She
noticed that Jodi was just chuckling along and maybe didn't quite get what
she meant.  "Just kidding, Jodi.  It's kind of a running gag around here.
Vic keeps telling me I need to answer the phones and talk to the customers
with a little less clothes and a more sultry voice.  All we're good for, and
all that.  It's meant as a good humored joke.  Vic is a bit of a riot,
actually."


"That's okay."  Jodi finally laughed outright, finally understanding the
humor.  "But I think I'll just stick to the regular tips."


They both laughed at that.


"Where are my manners, I'm Vicki.Vicki Sommers.  Vick to my friends, though
you have to call me Vicki here at work.  Two 'Vics' gets a little
 confusing."  They both chuckled at that.


Vicki led Jodi to a small room in the back of the store.  It had a little
desk and a small telephone.  "Okay, here's where you'll be when you're not
out delivering though I think I'd stay outside today instead.  The air
conditioner's broken and Vic can't get someone out until Monday.  Phone is
good for local calls only, though Vic can get cranky if you use it too
 much."


"This is the kitchen.you know Vic, of course.he's making more dough.  Come
on, let's tell him you're here."


"Wait a second Vicki," Jodi stopped her new friend.  "Let's have a little
fun with Vic."


She unbuttoned all three of the buttons on her polo shirt, which allowed an
ample amount of cleavage to show.   Then she strutted through the kitchen,
her hips wiggling seductively, with Vicki following along behind her.  Vicki
couldn't help but stare at the perfect, pear-shaped behind on her new
friend.  It almost screamed sex.


Jodi stopped right in front of Vic, and in her most seductive, sultry,
breathy voice said, "Hi.Vic.  I'm here.for my first..day.of work."  Vicki
almost doubled over in laughter as she finally caught the whole gag.


Vic's eyes just bugged out of his face, and a mottled blush crept over his
features.  "Um.I.uh."  The reply wasn't elegant, but coupled with Vic's look
of utter awe it sure was humorous.  The edge's of Jodi's mouth twitched
upward as she fought to keep a straight face but Vicki's howling laughter
behind her made her lose it.  She and Vicki both laughed non-stop for
several minutes, until they were barely able to catch their breath.  Vic
managed to look uncomfortable for a few minutes before he too joined in
their laughter.


After that, things went relatively smoothly.  The novelty made her very
nervous on her first couple of deliveries but that quickly changed after the
first several.  After a while, it became routine and actually kind of
boring.  Of course, the occasional trip to a street she wasn't familiar with
sometimes had her banging her head in frustration but she managed to only
get lost twice and neither time turned out too badly.  On the first, she
managed to turn a corner and recognized one of the streets she passed and
the second she had called the shop on her cell phone and Vicki managed to
talk her back.


It being a Friday night, Jodi had a lot of deliveries with a fairly good
showing in tips.  Oh, she had a couple of deliveries to what appeared to be
high school or college kids.  Of course, they didn't tip that well - but all
things considered it was not a bad haul.  As the night wore on many of her
customers were a little shocked to have a young girl delivering so late at
night but she found that those customers were the ones who tipped the most.


It was only a few minutes to midnight (closing time) when the phone rang.
Jodi waited, hoping that it wasn't a delivery but knowing in the pit of her
stomach that it would be.  She was more than a little tired and the constant
change from the heat of the store to the cool breeze of the night air had
her feeling more than a little nauseous.  She watched surreptitiously as
Vicki spoke on the phone.  When Vicki hung up, her fears were realized.


"Last delivery, Jodi.  It's a little far but I think the guy is a pretty
good tipper."  Vicki wore a smile, but her look was apologetic.


"Hey Vic," Jodi called into the kitchen.  "How long is it going to take you
to finish this pizza?"


"About 15 minutes.maybe a bit less," he called back.


"Damn, the delivery's on Rosemont?  I'm not going to get back until nearly
1am!"


"Jodi," Vicki said, her words taking on a compassionate tone.  "Why don't
you just go home straight from the delivery?"


"I have to help you clean up, Vicki.  Part of the job and all that.  No,
 No," she waved off her friend's objections.  "This is my job and I'm going
to do it right.  Besides, you said that Vic is usually gone by the time you
lock up, right?  I can't just let you walk the streets this late at night."


Vicki giggled.  "Well, I'm NOT a street walker."  Then her tone became more
serious.  "Jodi, when I asked you for a ride home earlier I thought we'd be
cleaning up together and all.  I can walk home, been doing it for 3 years
now.  I'll be fine."


"No.  That's final."  Jodi forced a smile.  "I signed up for this and I knew
what to expect.  It'll be fine.it isn't fair to you to have to clean this
place all by yourself."  Vicki just smiled and agreed.


It took Vicki nearly a half hour to find the house.  It was a nice brick
colonial though the once read bricks had turned a dark brown with age.  She
noted that the porch light to the house wasn't on; it was an unwritten rule
that when you ordered a delivery you left the porch light on to make it
easier for the delivery person to find your house.  She turned off her car
and grabbed the pizza container sitting on her passenger's seat and
proceeded up the stairs.


A low light was coming from the bay window next to the house's door and Jodi
couldn't help but look in.  Actually, it was something she found out earlier
that she rather enjoyed.  She would peek into the windows of the people she
delivered to and make up outrageous stories about their lives.  Many times,
in between deliveries, she would relate the stories she made up to Vicki and
they would both laugh over them and try to improve upon them.  She noticed
that Vicki's improvements nearly always had something to do with sex but she
found that while it made her uncomfortable she really didn't mind.  They
were developing a bond between them that would most certainly become a fast
friendship and that was worth a little discomfort.  It certainly made the
time go quicker.


So she peeked into the window, ready to make up a story about what she
saw.and then stopped.  She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to
remove what she thought she saw but when she opened her eyes, the image
remained the same.


A soft blue couch was placed in the middle of the room facing the bay
windows.  It sat on a dark, soft pile rug but the light was too faint to
make out a color.  The walls were done in a light hue, possibly white with a
pastel trim of some kind circling the ceiling.  The soft light in the room
came from two table lamps sitting on coffee tables on either side of the
couch, each turned down low.


Jodi saw all this in an instant but it burned itself on her brain - because
seated on the couch were two women.  Kissing.  Nude.


Jodi was mesmerized.  She watched as the two women kissed slowly and softly
again and again.  Their arms were around each other in a lover's embrace,
but the embrace was soft and sweet and devoid of all the urgency that Jodi
remembered in her few brief encounters with the opposite sex.  It was almost
surreal; the light cast a soft, golden, ambient glow that was reflected
diffusely across the skin of the two women and gave it an otherworldly
quality.


Both women had blonde hair, though the woman on the lefts was a shade darker
than the woman on the rights.  The woman on the right had larger breasts
than the woman on the left, though the left woman's nipples were larger.
Jodi was astonished at how lightly and slowly the women's fingers danced
across each others skin.  It was a perfect accompaniment to the light,
feathery kisses the two were bestowing upon one another.


The woman on the left bent her head a little farther, her lips trailing down
to the woman on the right's neck.  Her right arm came up and softly grasped
the other woman's nipple, rubbing it delicately.  She drew her palm across
the nipple, and Jodi almost gasped as it distended.  It looked hard and soft
at the same time and Jodi unconsciously licked at her suddenly very dry
lips.


Jodi's eyes were wide as she watched and she barely blinked.  Her breathing
began to become a little labored and she unconsciously shifted her wait from
one leg to the other.  A warmth began to infest her groin area.and it began
to spread outward from that central core.  The pizza box she held in her
hand was practically forgotten.


The woman on the left continued lower.  Jodi gasped aloud as the lips of the
woman on the left closed around the nipple of the woman on the right.  She
watched as the woman on the right closed her eyes and threw her head back,
arching herself into the waiting mouth of her lover.  The left woman slowly
ran her delicate fingers up the side of the woman on the right as her tongue
licked playfully at the nipple that her lips had vacated.


Over and over again the left woman's tongue would trail across the right
woman's left nipple, only to move to the right nipple and continue her
ministrations.  Back and forth the woman's head moved, but slowly.ever so
slowly.  Her hands continued their gentle caress of the right woman's side.
For her part, the right woman was moaning constantly now and Jodi could hear
every sound through the partially open window.


The woman on the right's right hand ran through the hair of the young blonde
who was caressing her nipples with her tongue.  Her left hand was on the
other woman's hip, slowly caressing lightly across her skin.


Jodi watched the women keenly, her body starting to tremble slightly, her
tongue moistening her lips over and over again.  She found herself staring
at the woman on the right, naughty thoughts running through her head.  She
wondered how the woman's skin would taste on her tongue, how the woman's
moans would sound from much closer.


The woman on the left began trailing ever lower, nibbling lightly on her
lover's flat stomach, trailing her tongue across the succulent looking
flesh.  Her hands never left the woman on the right's breasts, but there was
a pushing motion now as she moved to have her lean back into the couch.


A soft, low moan escaped Jodi's lips as the left blonde's face came in
contact with the soft petals of the right woman's flower.  The left's blonde
hair was pulled back from her face, and the woman on the right had spread
her legs - one on the floor and bowed out, the other fairly straight on the
couch - in a way that was perfect for Jodi to continue watching.


Jodi watched as the left woman's talented tongue slowly extended until it
was in contact with the lips of the right woman's labia.  She barely drew
breath as the right woman's moans increased when the left woman's tongue
flicked upward across the soft lips.  She moaned again as the left blonde
moved her whole face in between the legs of the right woman.


Jodi was too far gone to notice the furtive glances of the woman on the
right, watching her.  It probably wouldn't have mattered.  Jodi could feel
the moistness in her crotch getting worse, she could feel the heat of the
fire between her legs, she could feel the hard points her nipples had
become.  She was lost now, lost to the emotions over-whelming her.


The woman on the right closed her eyes and threw back her head.  "Oh, God,
yes.  Yes, Renee.  Just like that.  More.  Please," she cried softly.  Even
her voice was spectacular.  It was a soft bell-like sound that reminded Jodi
of someone.someone she had just met.  For a moment, Vicki's face flicked
across her mind, Vicki's soft face buried between her legs.but the moment
passed as Jodi watched the woman on the right begin thrusting her pelvis
into the face of the woman on the left.


Renee's moans mixed with the right woman's own.  Jodi could hear the soft,
slurping sound of unmistakable sex.  The smell of sex filled the air and
Jodi, almost without conscious thought, breathed in the soft, pungent odor
deeply.  Jodi needed to feel herself, needed to feel her soft hands running
around and into her pussy.  Needed to quench the unmistakeable warmth and
desire she felt running through her.  But she couldn't, she had nowhere to
place the pizza.


The soft cries of the woman on the right brought her attention back to the
tableau unfolding before her.  "Oh God, yes.  Renee, I'm going to cum.
Please, please.flick my clit.  Oh God, I love your tongue.  I want you to
eat me, baby.  Suck all of my juice.  Yea.yea.I'm going to..I'm
almost..GOD..I'M CUMMIIIiiiiiiing." The last words were screamed into the
night as the voice that made them trailed off.


Jodi watched, transfixed, as Renee rode out the woman on the right's cum.
The slurping sounds were mixed with moaning, though the moaning seemed to be
coming from Renee herself.  Jodi was spell bound and for a brief immutable
instant wondered what a pussy would taste like, what it would feel like.


Renee rode out the other woman's cum until it stopped.  The woman on the
right was nearly completely laying now, her near violent pelvic thrusts
scooting her down on the couch until her head just rested on the throw
pillow.


Jodi was about to turn, to leave, to run and find somewhere where she could
quench the unstoppable LUST that ran through her, when movement brought her
attention once more to the window.


Renee had stood up, leaving her lover for the briefest moment.  Jodi was
touched when Renee stopped and looked down at the other woman, her hand
tracing the woman's face in a gesture of absolute love and adoration.


"Are you ready, Bethany?" Jodi heard Renee ask softly.  Her answer was a
soft moan and a slow nod from Bethany.


Jodi couldn't move as Renee brought her leg up and over Bethany.  She was
kneeling above her, her lithe torso straddling her.  Jodi nearly felt
herself explode as Renee lowered herself onto Bethany's outstretched tongue.
She watched as, seemingly in slow motion, the soft and agile extension of
Bethany's tongue disappeared into Renee.


Renee was facing away from Jodi now, her pussy sitting on Bethany's face.
Renee bent forward slightly, her hands coming to rest on the coffee table at
the end of the couch.  Jodi heard a muffled slurp that declared
incontrovertibly that Bethany was tasting her friends private juice.


Still, Jodi could not move.  She watched, enthralled as Renee began moving
in small circles, her pussy grinding into her lover's face.  Renee's moans
and the occasional moan mixed with slurping were the only sound Jodi could
hear.  Nothing else mattered.  The smell of sex found her nostrils once more
and she inhaled deeply.  For a brief flash of an instant, she imagined
herself under Renee, her soft tongue licking across Renee's folds, drinking
the potent elixir that was the true essence of Renee.  Then it wasn't Renee
at all, but Vicki grinding her pussy into Jodi's ravenous mouth.


Jodi watched as Renee's circles grew larger and the grinding of her pussy
more pronounced.  She found herself watching Renee's asshole, peeking from
between the twin pillows of her beautiful ass.  Her world narrowed to that
delicious behind and the promise it held.


"God, Bethany.  Yes.  I love sitting on your face.  I love feeling your
tongue licking me, your lips sucking my cunt juice.  God, I want to fuck
your face.  I want you to fuck your tongue inside me.  Yes.  Like that.  Now
flick my clit.  I'm going to cum, Bethany.  I'm going to cum on your tongue
and you're going to drink it all down.  I'm almost there, baby.  I'm
almost.I am..GOD..I'm cumming in your mouth, lover..drink it..drink it.."


The lewd words spoke to Jodi on a deeper level.  Her grip on the pizza box
became stronger and she didn't even realize it when the box began to give
way.  She was right on the verge of orgasm.if she could just touch herself,
she'd be there...  But she couldn't.  She had nowhere to put the pizza box.


Instead, she watched as Renee moved down, her pussy trailing a coat of her
juice across Bethany's breasts and stomach.  She couldn't move as Renee and
Bethany licked their juices from the others face.  She could barely breathe
as they began kissing again, slowly and without urgency.


"I'm sorry," a voice called from the darkness.  A man's voice.  "that you
had to see that.  My roommates sometimes get off on others watching them."


Jodi, startled, flicked her head towards the doorway.  A man stood there,
his face hidden in the shadows of the doorway.  Jodi began a quick blush,
starting with her toes and spreading outward from there.  Her orgasm nearly
died there, as well.but the blush prolonged the agony slightly.


Jodi wanted to run.  Just run and hide.  Tears formed in her eyes.  She
needed to calm down, needed somewhere to masturbate.  She could feel the
heat still.  She could feel the wetness of her juices sopping into her
panties.  She needed relief.


"982 Rosemont?  Pizza?  Remember?" the man's voice was a laugh, which only
set to increase the tension.  Jodi walked up to the guy and wordlessly
handed him the pizza.  She nearly stumbled backwards, desperate to get away.


"Wait.  Money for the pizza."  He held out a twenty dollar bill.  Jodi moved
forward and took the money, all the while aware of the outrageous blush that
crept across her face.  "Just keep the change.  Thanks."


Jodi nearly ran to the car, almost in tears.  She had never felt so
embarrassed in her life.  She had been caught spying on someone.  She put
the car in gear and drove away, though slowly.  How could she do this?


As she drove, the images she had seen kept replaying themselves in her head.
The images of Renee sliding down Bethany's body; of Renee's tongue slowly
violating Bethany's sex.  The images of Renee slowly settling herself on
Bethany's tongue and the way the tongue had disappeared inside of her.


Now that the embarrassing consequences of being caught were behind her, the
heat once again caught up with her.  She felt the arousal, felt the need
within her slowly growing.  She couldn't stop it, it filled her and suffused
her.  The smell of Bethany's sex suffused her, the smell of Renee's sex
enraptured her.  Her mind flitted back to those forbidden images of her and
Vicki.  She began to analyze them - where the hell had they come from? - but
her mind was in no shape for analysis.  She was centered on the rising heat
and wetness of her nether regions.


She thought briefly about pulling the car over and masturbating, but the
fear of getting caught by a passer by in that position quickly squelched
that idea.  Still if she could find a nice secluded spot.


She was still looking for one when she arrived back at the pizza parlor.


She walked into the bathroom without thought.  It was a small one person
unisex affair, but then the pizza parlor didn't have a sit-down restaurant
so it needed nothing more.  Almost in a dizzy daze of pent up need, she
unsnapped and unzipped her pants and pushed them and her panties down to her
ankles.  She freed her left leg and spread it, then ran her fingers through
the soft curls above her sex.  Slowly she moved down, running her fingers
along her labia.  Slowly, she moved them up and down.  The desire pent up,
and she slowly bent a finger into herself, her thumb gliding across her
clit.  She could feel the orgasm building, slowly but steadily and her thumb
began to increase.


"Jodi? Was that.you." Vicki called as she opened the door to the bathroom.
Her eyes caught what Jodi was doing and widened in surprise.  Without
thought she began to back out of the room, but then her eyes caught Jodi's
own.


Jodi did not have the will to stop any more.  She knew she should be
embarrassed beyond belief, but she didn't care.  She needed this orgasm and
would no longer be denied.  Besides, in the back of her mind the brief
flashes she had experienced at the house on Rosemont of her and Vicki doing
lewd things to one another re-surfaced.


Vicki's eyes moved briefly from Jodi's eyes to her pussy and back.  Without
any real thought, she stepped into the room and closed the door, locking it
behind her.


She moved to stand between Jodi's legs and Jodi just followed her with her
glazed over eyes.  Just then, a moan escaped Jodi's lips and the moan
seemingly drove all strength from Vicki's legs.  She knelt/fell to her
knees, her eyes never leaving Jodi's own.  As they gazed at one another,
Vicki slowly pulled Jodi's hand away from her sex.  A sudden thought shot
into Vicki's head, and she pulled Jodi's fingers to her mouth and licked
Jodi's juices from them.


Vicki couldn't believe how good Jodi tasted.  She'd been with a girl or two
before, but none of them had ever tasted like this.  It trickled down into
her stomach and began a slow heat.  She could feel herself coming alive,
could feel the lust rise within her.  With an almost feral growl, she bent
down suddenly and drew her tongue quickly up Jodi's pussy lips.


Fire exploded in Jodi's head as her daydream suddenly became a reality.  She
squealed, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she felt Vicki's soft
tongue licking through her and into her.  She felt the cold porcelain of the
commode's tank against her back and used it as a pillow as sensations of
absolute bliss overcame her.


Vicki couldn't get enough.  The taste filled her and overwhelmed her.  She
no longer wanted to drink Jodi's juices.now she NEEDED to drink them.
Needed to feel Jodi's essence trickle across her tongue.  Needed Jodi to
keep pouring herself into Vicki's waiting mouth.  She pulled Jodi slightly,
pulling her to the edge of the bowl.  Without thinking, she drew Jodi's legs
up, her tongue getting better penetration as Jodi's legs rested on her
shoulders.


Jodi began thrusting her pussy into Vicki's mouth.  Her passion brought
words to her lips and she said them without conscious thought.  "God, Vicki.
I love your tongue.  Eat me, baby.  Suck me dry.  God.  I need to cum Vicki!
Make me cum baby.  Harder.  Faster.  Eat me, damn it.  I want to cum on your
tongue."


Vicki was reveling in the taste of her new friend.  She was reveling in the
odor that assailed her nostrils.  It was the scent of love and lust and
desperate need all rolled into one.  She flipped her tongue up and down,
then into her friend and out.  She made sure to flick against Jodi's clit.
Her tongue work became faster as she sensed her partner's need increase.
She licked up and down.and accidentally went down too far and flicked across
Jodi's asshole.


"OH GOD.  YES.  YES.  THAT'S GOOD.  GOD!"  Jodi screamed and her body
shuddered.  Vicki could sense her friends need.  She'd never thought of it
before, but now in the passion of the moment, with all thought driven from
her head save the absolute necessity of having Jodi come for her, she
plunged her tongue in and out of Jodi's asshole.


The results were fantastic.  Jodi screamed as her body bounced up and down.
Vicki had to hold her tight to stop her from falling off the toilet, but she
rode her friend with her face.  She buried her tongue in Jodi's pussy,
eating her, drinking her, trying to suck out all of the wonderful nectar
that Jodi was so intent on providing.  She delighted in the feel of Jodi's
soft, auburn pubes on her nose, wondering in awe at the divine scent.  She
was caught up in a whirlwind of lust, and she no longer wanted it to end.


All things, however, end and eventually Jodi drifted back to earth.but not
before covering her friend's face in her juices.  Jodi's eyes fluttered and
opened them.  She could remember everything and was more than a little
embarrassed at what had happened, what she had done.  Her eyes sought out
Vicki's but they were closed and her tongue was still doing delightful
things to Jodi's pussy.


Slowly, Jodi sat herself back up, her eyes never leaving Vicki's face.  A
range of emotions played across there: delight, satisfaction and even fear.
But mostly, hunger crawled across her face and into her eyes.


"Jodi," she began softly.  She slowly stood up.  "I don't know what came
over me.  I came in.and."


Jodi giggled slightly at the sight of her juices on Vicki's face.  Something
needed to be done, she couldn't leave Vicki like this.  But what?  The
answer came to her in the form of her daydream.her looking up into Vicki's
pussy as Vicki sat on her face.


Without thought, she pushed Vicki back against the far wall, kneeling in
front of her.  Vicki only looked on surprised as Jodi undid her skirt and
pulled it to the floor.  The smell of Vicki permeated the air, then, and
Jodi could see that Vicki was pretty wet herself.  With only the slightest
moment's hesitation, she drew her tongue across Vicki's panty covered sex
and reveled in the taste of her.  With a passion that would not be denied,
she yanked Vicki's panties down.  Looking up, her eyes locking with Vicki's
own questioning and hungry ones, she slowly moved her face forward and ran
her tongue up Vicki's swollen labia.


Vicki groaned in lust.  Her hand sought out her friends auburn tresses and
grabbed hold of her head.  She pulled Jodi into her pussy, thrusting again
and again with her pelvis, using the wall as leverage.


"Eat me, baby.  Eat my red-haired cunt," she cried mindlessly.  "I want to
rub myself all over your face, Jodi.  I want to feel your tongue inside of
me, flicking up to my clit.  Oh God, baby.  Eat me."


Jodi was only too happy to oblige.  The nectar leaking from between Vicki's
legs was ambrosia.  It assaulted her tongue and held her, gasping, needing
more.  She cupped her hands on Vicki's ass and pulled her pussy closer,
fucking it with her tongue.  She rubbed her face in Vicki's pussy, drinking
deeply of her.


Jodi wasn't experienced, she had never even thought of another woman in a
sexual way until this very evening, but she was enthusiastic.  Her tongue
played all around Vicki's sex, instinctively flicking across the clit every
so often.


Jodi pulled back for a moment and spun around.  She inserted her head
between Vicki's legs, giving Vicki better access to rub her pussy across her
face.  Vicki did.  She ground her pussy into Jodi's face and dragged Jodi's
nose through her pussy lips.  She was in heaven and couldn't even see any
longer.  Her eyes just stared vacantly out into space as her body was filled
with the need to pour herself into this lovely girl's mouth.


Vicki was so close that her head spun.  Her legs grew so weak that she
couldn't even feel them and she slowly slid down the wall.  Jodi never
missed a beat as Vicki settled onto her waiting tongue.


It hurt because of the hard porcelain tile, but Jodi no longer cared.  Her
universe was focused completely on the wonderful smell and taste of Vicki's
pussy.  Luckily, even in her sexed state, Vicki recognized that she might be
hurting Jodi, so she tucked her legs underneath her and started rocking
against her friends face.


"I'm gonna cum on your face, lover," Vicki muttered.  She needed to talk
through sex, needed to hear the nasty words leaving her mouth.  "I want you
to drink it all down.  I want to feel your tongue inside of me, lapping my
juice down.  Eat me.  Eat me.  Eat me.  I can feel it."


The pressure built and Vicki mindlessly ground her pussy down harder onto
Jodi's face, not thinking about the pain any more.  Needing only to feel
herself cum into this beautiful girls waiting mouth.


"I'm almost there, bitch.  Drink it.  Drink it all.  I'm almost.I'm.I'm
there.  Here it comes, slut.  Drink my cum.  I'm cuuuuummmmmmmiiiiing."


Jodi worked her jaws furiously, swallowing everything the gorgeous redhead
could give her and wanting more.  She licked and sucked, drinking it all,
wanting more and more of the wonderful nectar.  But slowly the juice began
to slow, all too soon for Jodi's tastes.


A sudden thought filled her and she moved her tongue back and up, sticking
it deep into her friends waiting asshole.


It was like an electric wire had suddenly been shoved into Vicki.  She
nearly jumped as she screamed.  "OH GOD!  OH GOD!  YES!  YES!  Shove your
tongue up my ass, baby.  Rim me.  Eat my back door.  I'm cuuuummmmmmming..I'
m cuuuummmmmmming again!!!"  She screamed.


This was what Jodi had been waiting for all along.  She moved her mouth back
and again began drinking her friend's juices.


==>Not Fini, because I might come back here again.so instead, until next
time.. <==

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