“You sure?” She breathed, looking down into my eyes.
“This will not be my first all-girl rodeo,” my voice was still broken. “I am sure.”
I had surprised her. “I did not know.”
“Like you said, not the sort of thing we broadcast, but it has been a while, be patient with me.”
Her full mouth quirked. “Perhaps this is a bad time to tell you I get kind of kinky.”
I pouted. “You are talking to the woman who watched you screw her husband, cap that.”
Her hands let go of my wrists, my buckling knees dropped me onto them, I caught the back of her knees to stop going on down lower, the fabric of her stockings felt slick, lycra I guessed.
“Take my panties off.” Her voice had no trace of the terror in mine, it was as firm and commanding as the hands she now placed on my shoulders to reinforce her dominance over me.
My mouth was dry with fear, I was not kidding when I said it had been a while, as in years, before I got married; I wondered if it was like riding a bike. My hands slid up the back of her legs, reaching the lace top seam, the giggle band we used to call it at school, let him get that far and he is laughing. My palms were now on bare skin, smooth, warm and tight with muscle, but I felt a tremor and was comforted to know that under that cool façade she was nervous too.
My fingertips found the border of her panties, rough feeling lace, I traced the pronounced curve of her bottom to reach the top border, hooked my fingers in and drew them down to her ankles where she obligingly lifted each foot in turn so I could free them from her.
She snapped her fingers and held out one hand, I obediently handed her her panties. With one hand she tightly balled up the lace and with the other pressed firmly on my chin, opening my mouth. Well to be fair she had warned me she was kinky, but this was a new one on me. She pushed her balled up panties into my mouth, pressing them all the way in to form a very efficient ball gag.
And something else.
My eyes popped as a musky scent filled my nose, coming up the back way from my mouth, it was powerful and intoxicating, my heart was doing a trip hammer impression and the room swayed around me. Carol laughed softly. “You are getting a pheromone high, I have been leaking since I saw you on the station.” There was a distinct dampness to the fabric, and getting wetter as I salivated helplessly. “Like it?”
I could only make a muffled gurgle and nod, one hand went to the back of my head, the other lifted up her dress to her navel and she pressed my face tight to her pubic hair. I had a second to notice she was a true redhead, her pubes were blond with a hint of rust, I also noticed she kept them tight trimmed and short, this was before shaving had become the fashion. Then I breathed in through my nose and got her scent direct from the mother lode.
I got zapped a couple of times with smelling salts after fainting in assembly at school, the effect was pretty similar, I tried to pull back but the hand on my head just pressed me harder, my hands wound around her legs to steady myself, there did not seem to be any oxygen in what I was breathing and darkness began to creep from the edges of my sight toward the middle, Carol parted her legs slightly and pushed my head down lower until my nose literally parted her vagina and pressed on in, breathing the mind blasting scent and speeding up the blackness until I was totally blind.
I knew I was about three seconds from a full on faint, but powerless to do anything about it, I hoped I would not freak out Carol.
But with exquisite timing she eased my head back and I got a draft of fresh air, although with the underlying scent from the panties and the proximity of the source, I was still completely blacked out when Carol lifted me by the elbows and planted me I started to slide back down. I heard her giggle and then picked up effortlessly with her hands in my armpits and carefully deposited lying on my back, full length on the couch.
Blind to what was going on I felt my ankles positioned to lift my knees, then a teasing hand ran up the length of my leg, tickling and making me squirm, the hand rested on the front of my panties, sadly I had not dressed with the intention of them being inspected and they were plain white Sloggies. Her hand pressed, flattening my pubes, then a strong finger pressed the fabric hard against my pussy and rubbed up and down, my juices gushed down and the fabric was soon well dampened. I felt my panties being pulled down and lifted up my bum to let them slide from under me, they were taken to my knees, my ankles moved again to lay my legs flat and the panties tugged away, along with my shoes, leaving me nude below my skirt.
My sight returned as the blood flowed back into my head, Carol had my panties and was balling them up, “Sauce for the goose,” she winked and eased them into her mouth.
Her eyes turned up for a moment and she breathed out hard through her nose, knelt down on the floor, took my legs and twisted me toward her, set my legs over her shoulders, bent her head to my bush and inhaled long and deep.
I giggled, I could not help it, so this was kinky sex? Lucky the panty gag turned my giggle into a sort of gurgle. As she had made me do Carol pressed her nose into me, the bridge of her nose rubbed my engorged clit and the gurgle became a deep throated groan of delight, I got a double handful of hair and tried to yank her deeper, anatomically impossible but it did increase the pressure on my clit into it felt so good it was near pain. I felt her breath in several times, sucking in my pheromones, when she came up for air there was such a wild look in her eyes I was struck with fear. She roughly yanked my panties of her mouth, they were wet through, tossing them aside she slapped her hands onto my thighs and went back down.
My back arched and I screamed, or would have done if not gagged. Her fierce mouth clamped over my pussy and she bit cruelly at my super sensitised clit, actually nipping it with her teeth, then sucking it hard between her lips and biting again.
There was no way I could take this, but all my strength pushing at her head and pulling her hair made not a jot of difference, she made animal growling noises as she sucked and bit me, driving me insane, my bare heels kicked at her back and flailed helplessly up into the air as her mouth sent waves of confusion into my thigh muscles.
I gasped in relief when her tormenting mouth finally stopped, but my respite was short lived, she combed the fingers of one hand through my wiry bush, then bunched into a fits and yanked so hard I screamed again and tears tore from my eyes, she was watching me avidly, judging, she eased up and I sobbed with relief, then pulled and twisted at the same time, racking me pain that was somehow also incredibly exciting. I found myself wondering if she had done this to frail Susan and if so how the hell had she survived?
Carol changed her grip to my ankles and hoisted them high and wide, she then spat repeatedly and deliberately into my exposed pussy, she then returned my legs to her shoulders and worked a thumb into me, stirring her spit with my own helplessly flowing juices, she then thrust two fingers deep into me, causing an explosion of sensation, the fingers hooked inside me and were pulled back out drenched in creamy flued which she thrust into her mouth and noisily licked and sucked clean before repeating the move, dragging the juice out of me and drinking it with noisy relish. This treatment of my pussy was driving me to imminent orgasm, my belly was fluttering and it felt like a icy water was flowing down from it into my thighs. Carol’s eyes were on mine and she plunged in again the dam gave way, I felt a gushing sensation and my pussy clamped around her fingers, my nose made a whistling noise as the breath exploded out of me, and with precise timing, at the height of my orgasm, Carol grabbed my pubes again and pulled and the delicious agony extended the internal explosion, she held the grip until the orgasm faded, leaving me limp and utterly drained, only then did she release my bush with a friendly pat.