Victoria smiled. “No, it’s not small, but perhaps we don’t both need small hands. Perhaps your small hand will be enough. But my fingers are long, aren’t they?”
“Long enough, I’m sure.”
“Do you think I have a pretty mouth?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the girl replied “Oh, yes. A very pretty mouth!”
“Well then. A young lady with a tiny fist, and an old lady with a pretty mouth – and long fingers.”
The girl was silent, looking intently into her eyes. Victoria slid gracefully off the barstool, and helped her cute friend down from hers. Without a word, she led her to The Pearl’s door, and into a waiting cab.
Victoria directed the cab to her apartment, and once again placed Karen’s hand in her own. She stroked it gently, then kissed it once again. In the back of the taxi, Karen’s hand was gently placed on Victoria’s nyloned leg, and directed higher and higher up her thigh. Victoria felt the familiar, welcome stirrings in her cunt as Karen’s fingers began to work on their own against the bare flesh above her thigh-high stocking. The edge of Karen’s hand brushed against her lace panties, causing a quick gush that soaked her hot pussy.
Tonight, Victoria paid the driver, but she took a long hard look at his erection, eyebrows raised dramatically, to let him know that she knew he’d been sneaking peeks at the lesbian lovers in the back seat. Then she led Karen, by the hand, past the smirking doorman and into her building. When the elevator door closed, Victoria quickly pressed Karen against the back wall, planted a passionate kiss on her open mouth, and roughly pressed her hand into the girl’s crotch. Karen melted under the assault. She kissed back hard, hands waving uselessly in the air around her older lover. The door
opened. Victoria broke the kiss and abruptly turned and walked out of the elevator. Karen, stunned, followed her to the door of an apartment that Victoria unlocked quickly. They stepped inside. Victoria closed the door and resumed her passionate advance against the nearest wall. While her tongue probed Karen’s mouth, Victoria flipped the buttons on Karen’s pants, dropped the zipper and slid the pants over her ass. Karen responded by sliding her hands up Victoria’s skirt to knead her firm buttocks. Soon, Karen’s jacket was off and her blouse open, revealing a cream-coloured lacy bra. Their tongues never leaving each other’s mouths, Karen’s hand found Victoria’s wet pussy, and Victoria pushed, pressed and fondled the pantyhose covering Karen’s little cunt.
In her diary, she wrote:
She knew how to kiss a woman. Her tongue explored my mouth, her lips embraced and sucked at mine. God, I love to have my lower lip sucked by the soft lips of another woman. Her pussy was so wet, my hand was soaking even through her pantyhose. She doesn’t wear panties under her pantyhose, which I like – it makes it so much easier to work her pretty little quim. I got a finger inside her, drawing her nylons in with it. Karen giggled lustily and shoved her own finger inside me.
“Get that hand wet,” I instructed her, “It’s going places it’s never been before, I’ll bet.” She thought I meant inside a pussy, and she told me I might be surprised. But I didn’t mean pussy. I pulled my finger out of her tight snatch and placed it to her lips. Her eyes widened momentarily, then she accepted it shyly. And of course, placed her own pussy-drenched finger to my lips, so I I sucked it in quickly. I liked the effect her very mild perfume had on the familiar taste of my vagina.
I bit down gently on her finger, then slid my own out of her mouth and back into the nylon that still defined the lips of her pussy. I’m sure I must have had a sly grin on my face as I dragged her, by the finger between my teeth and the pussy hooked by my own finger, towards my bedroom. She could only take short steps because of the slacks at her ankles, which had her laughing as we moved slowly along. At my bed, I released her from my grips, then tossed her onto it.
I ripped the crotch out of her pantyhose, and ordered, “Take everything else off.” As she stripped, I removed everything but my own stockings, garters and heels. I slid onto the bed beside her. In a flash, my leg was over her chest, and I massaged her lovely breasts roughly, grinding my cunt into
her stomach. She reached for my tits, but she was much more gentle. So I squeezed hers harder, twisting and pulling at them until she gasped, and took the hint. She tweaked my nipples hard. It hurt, a lovely, sexy pain. “Again!” I commanded. She pulled one nipple hard, and grabbed the other breast roughly. I moaned. I creamed against her soft belly. Her eyes closed, she winced against the harsh treatment I administered to her pretty titties.
Then I moved to her face. My pussy found her sweet lips, and her tongue found my clit in seconds. She had eaten pussy before. I came on her face in short order.
“My turn!” she said. I shook my head. Not yet. From the drawer beside my bed, I produced a large tube of petroleum jelly, and an even larger dildo.
“Put this in your pussy,” I instructed her, giving her the dildo. Itslid in very easily, despite its size.
It was time to get down to the business of getting my asshole fistfucked by Karen, the beautiful, horny little lesbian. Propping my head up on a few pillows, I spread my legs wide and lifted them up over my body. My pussy was wide open to Karen’s view. She took the opportunity to move in close, but I stopped her. I took a huge glob of jelly and smeared it across my pussy, down to my anus, across my cheeks and back up to my pussy.
“Karen,” I said, “which hand are you going to fuck me with?” She held up her right. “Grease it up, but you can’t use your left hand to help.” She smiled, as comprehension came to her. Karen placed her hand on my bare cunt. She slid it around, up and down, turning it over. She ran the outside of her hand through the crack of my ass, up to my pussy, then slowly across my clit. She knew what she was doing. One by one, she used her fingers to explore my cunt. My clit responded with a sharp tingle that culminated in another gush from deep inside my vagina. Again she turned her hand over, and stuck her thumb inside me while she wiggled her index finger against my still sensitive clit.
In a moment of creative passion, she pulled one of my legs over her shoulder, so that her face was inches from my slippery, wet genital area. She placed her hand against the opening to my quim and slowly pushed forward, the longer fingers sinking inside. But before she went too far, she tickled my anus with her thumb, and looked up me with a questioning eyebrow raised. “Do it!” I commanded, and her thumb thrust hard into my eager asshole. My ass clenched in response. “Lick me,” I continued, and her tongue eagerly splashed onto my clit, where she flicked it hard. I came again. I pulled her head away and said, “Your wrist. Grease your wrist.” Her eyes widened, but she obeyed. My pussy reacted again to the motion on and around it.
“Do you want me to fistfuck you? Should I stick my fist up your pussy?” She emphasized the dirty words as she spoke.