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Ellen, Maddy and Hope
Warning: lesbian scenes and intense sexual descriptions and language.

Ellen started awake.

She lay still for a few moments, wondering why she had woken up from the wonderful dream she had been having. She'd been making love in her dream to one of the new secretaries at work – the tall brunette at the receiving desk. She had just started kissing her, her short skirt had been riding up nicely over her molded thighs as Ellen was bending her over the desk...

Damn. She had to pee - so the slow, pounding need in her loins hadn't all been part of the sexy dream.

Sighing, she threw the covers off and got up to go to the toilet. At 43, Ellen was still very attractive, her long dark hair hanging loose over her smooth shoulders, her jutting, bra-less 36c breasts pushing out the old t-shirt she was wearing along with her black sating panties. Her pointed nipples made little tents in the material.

She glanced at herself in the mirror as she walked by, pleased that her legs where still smooth and long and tight. She wanted to look at herself a bit more (the dream came back... did the sexy brunette at work shave?) but her bladder was bursting.

Still half-asleep, she stumbled down the hall, got to the bathroom. She lifted up her shirt, pulled own her panties and relaxed and her pussy immediately started spurting a thick stream of hot pee before she had even sat down completely. She reached in and opened its lips slightly with her fingers so she didn't make a mess.

She hadn't closed the door.

The house was quiet, it was late (probably after twelve, she hadn't checked) and for awhile the only sound was the purring hiss of her urine striking the bowl. She had woken up just in time, huge relief surged through her as she continued peeing, her bladder slowly deflating. The feeling was almost sexual.

She had just finished when she heard it. A sound.

Puzzled, she squeezed out a few more drops, then froze, listening.

There is was again. A cry? Or a loud sigh?

It was coming from Robert's room.

She wiped herself, got up, pulled up her panties.

What was going on?

Walking quietly, she drifted down the hall, fully awake now.

There it was again. She was still unsure what it was, but it sounded... female?

At this time of night? In her son's room?

She came to his door. It was closed.

There it was again.

A suspicion was forming in her mind. One part of her told her to ignore it, go to her room, and go to sleep. She suddenly had a good idea what was going on.

Another part didn't want to walk down that hall and go to her cold, lonely bed, and then to try and fall asleep and recover the perfect dream that had been in progress when her bladder interrupted her.

Reaching out, she took the door handle in her palm. The metal was cold, the touch sending a shiver up her back. Arousal, low, and still faint, tingled for a moment in her legs and upper thighs. Another female cry (this time actually more like a low scream) told her almost exactly what was going on.

Robert you bad boy!

She pushed the latch down slowly, careful not to make noise. The hallway was dark, she hoped...

Yes! As the door opened she saw the room was very faintly lit, he had his bedside night-light on. Slowly she pushed on the door, opening it further. With the door open, the sounds were more clear, more real. Pleasure tingled delectably in her body for she was hearing the unmistakable sound of a young man and woman in rut. Her son. And...?

Slowly she peeked round the door. The girl was mewling, whispering, her voice low, almost panicky. A male growl matched her lascivious pleading.

“Yes... Yes Will... push it in... put it in... put it IN me... please...!”

On the bed, what was unmistakably a young girl lay on her back. She was stark naked, her son positioned above her, the position and the act in progress clear as crystal. Her legs were thrown wide, very pale, his buttocks naked and bunching between them...

He was already in her or... oh my -god-...

Her son reared up, and for a moment she glimpsed her son's large, heavy scrotum, his testicles heavy and round in the fold of the girl's thighs. His movement exposed the girl's rapturous expression and chest for a moment, small, apple-sized 34b titties rode high and proud, tipped with red. Her face was framed with short, bobbed red hair, shatteringly beautiful, the expression on her handsome, strong features one of supreme delight and anticipation.

Maddy.

She knew her, she'd been around a few times. She was a cheerleader from Will's school.

Oh my -god-.

Maddy shivered, wriggled her thighs down the bed to meet Robert's...

Ellen wanted to leave, but also desperately to stay. Her own vagina cramped inward powerfully, then cramped again, and again, and she was suddenly extremely conscious of how long it had been since a man's penis...

Pleasure, evil, dark, shuddery, sparked and surged madly low in her belly. Her vulva lips started tingling, swirling arousal rushing down her thighs and up her belly from the fat wedge of her sex.

The girl gasped, her eyes closed tight, for which Ellen was thankful, or she might have seen the door ajar. She clutched at her naked son above her, her achingly lovely face flushed.

“Oh yesssssss.... oh GOD yes push it in... push it IN! Into me! Into meeeee... NOW.... now! Yes.... YES. Fuck me... fuck me... fuck meeee... fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmeFUCKme FUCK ME!!!”

Robert shuddered, groaned softly, pushing forward, his magnificent buttocks bunching and shivering. They were clearly trying to be quiet, but Maddy just couldn't and a low keening howl escaped her mouth as Robert, in a long, gliding thrust, pushed his erect penis smoothly and firmly down and into her urgently waiting slit. Another loud, sighing groan sounded from him as he clearly bottomed his manhood out in her aroused cunt, accompanied by little grunt of welcome from Maddy.

Ellen swallowed. She had to almost pinch herself to make sure it was real.

Robert shuddered, pulled back, and then, buttocks clenching, butted hard forward again, the ancient male motion, eliciting another muffled shriek from Maddy. Her beautiful legs had now grabbed him, cradling low on his back, helping him thrust, but also trapping him inside her. He groaned again, a very male sound, a man in heat.

Ellen glimpsed another heart stopping peek at his big, soft testicles bouncing as he rammed his penis home into Maddy once more and his balls rebounded from her perinium.

Somehow, she didn't know how later, Ellen managed to turn around, very carefully pulling the door closed behind her.

In the hallway, she paused a brief few seconds. She was undeniably aroused, small tremors going through her vagina, her gash tingling, feeling full, wet, the lips swollen and pulsing slowly with desire and need. For a brief moment she was jealous, intensely so – at Maddy for having a man inside her, at Robert for being that man with Maddy.

For she had -definitely- noticed Maddy – tall for her age, perfectly proportioned, her skin white like new milk, nice even teeth, the cheekily bobbed red hair, the girl's quick smile, the small, straight nose, large, sensitive eyes, the tight, pointed little tits in her sport bra – if she had wanted to, a modelling career could definitely be in her future – and she herself had desired her. Intensely.

She knew it was so wrong she couldn't even begin explaining it to herself, but Maddy had definitely featured in some of her hotter fantasies. And now Robert was enjoying the object of some of his mother's more ardent, passionate, forbidden thoughts. Enjoying it in the best possible way.

Another low shriek jerked her out of her reverie. They could not know...

Shaken, she walked unsteadily, quietly to her room, lay down. She was so excited! Wet heat pulsed low between her thighs. For a long moment she considered masturbating, feeling her pussy pounding with blood and hot arousal, but for some reason she couldn't even explain to herself, she didn't push a hand down into her panties.

Trying to think of the hot young woman in receiving, she slowly drifted off to sleep... but the statuesque, smoldering brunette didn't make another appearance in her dreams.

But a short, red-haired vixen with pale skin and lovely little pointed tits did.

*

She was up early the next morning, Robert already gone to school. Before she left for work, she couldn't resist going by his room.

It was immaculate, but she smelled the bedcover almost exactly where Maddy's buttocks had to have been, and tried to convince herself that she could detect the faintest flowery hint of excited young woman on the woven material. And maybe... semen?

Frustrated, she left the house and went to work.

*

For the next few days not much happened. She went to work, came back, chatted some with Robert (it was hard talking to him, but she had to conceal it – the scene she witnessed obsessively possessing almost every thought she had when he was in the vicinity), made them something to eat, went to sleep.

About a week later, she came home one evening to find them there again. But this time there most definitely was not love being made.

They were fighting. They were in his room. Again they were trying to keep it quiet and failing. She put down her handbag, and, feeling more than a little guilty, tiptoed to his door – just as she had done on the night she had witnessed them having sex with each other.

It was the typical kind of situation, you could hear both people were angry, there was some loud words being said, but it was very hard to impossible to hear exactly what. She listened for a few seconds, then it went quiet and she quickly ducked into her spare bedroom across the hall. A moment later the door opened, and slammed. She glanced out, seeing Maddy stride away, magnificent as usual, cute little ass jiggling. Her neck was red, even from behind, and her walk was angry.

She didn't mention it to Robert, but he was quiet that evening at table, and quickly excused himself.

Lover's quarrel?

She didn't know.

But Maddy still filled her dreams. In her bed, she thought about it all.

She had always had this... was it even an issue? In this day and age she was unsure. Since she could remember she liked girls better. Once she had found out about boys and... it had all just seemed so strange. Wrong somehow. Penises were ugly, no matter who they belonged to. She just liked other girls and women better. The thought of another pair of breasts, another pussy... and her own cunt... she shivered at the thought of it.

She had resigned herself to never really giving outage to her desires, and had gone with the flow at school, dating boys, and eventually had gotten married. Sex had been okay-ish with her husband, but then there had been her hairdresser... she was still unsure just how it happened, she had gone to do her hair and Debra's assistants and other customers had been absent. She'd had her sit in the back of her business, and as usual the hairstyling session had started with a wash of her hair.

Deb was quite attractive, smaller than her, dainty almost, ash-blond and graceful. Ellen had idly wondered why she wasn't married, but had certainly not thought of her in -that- way. Her desires where still unfulfilled, even at 38 years old, but somehow Deb had just not...

She had been laying back, her hair wet, Deb's fingers working in the shampoo, when the touch had suddenly stopped. Confused, she had opened her eyes, and Deb was right there, her grey eyes hooded, and then simply dropped her head forward and they had kissed. She had been amazed, transported, desperately excited, scared and deliciously shocked all at once.

And it had been far better than she had ever dared imagine. They kissed some more, and later undressed each other, and it had been... she could almost not remember detail, it had been so intense – boundless passion, Deb's soft, heavy breasts with her small, hard-pointed nipples, Deb's wild, triangular bush of honey-colored mound hair, Deb's soft woman's skin, Deb's little wide-lipped pink cunny hiding up in the fold of her smooth, slabbed thighs, dripping with her arousal, hot as sin, wet as rain, and silkier than satin, her fingers sinking slowly into its glowing moist heat to Deb's long groaning sigh, the hard little prominent rod of Deb's jutting, swollen clitoris moving under her thumb, Deb's fingers ramming up into her own cramping vagina in turn, indescribable sexual delight as she had not dreamed could exist, cries of passion, finding wetness, penetration and being penetrated, licking Deb's wet lips and having hers licked and eaten, rubbing her, fucking her, cumming... orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until she felt she was dying, or she was already dead, her pussy burning like a forest fire and then exploding over and over under Deb's experienced caress with shuddering sexual ecstasies she had not imagined could exist.

She had left hours later, way over time, and in the months and weeks that followed she and Deb had become lovers. Was it even love? It was always... physical. Sexual. The first -real- sex she had had. She started hungering for it, had neglected her husband, crazed by her own vulva and Deb's, and about three months later he had left. She didn't really care. She and Deb fucked like crazed lesbian rabbits, the passion like a ravening a****l tearing them apart whenever they were naked together – which was virtually always.

Deb had left a few months after that, moving on, and at their final fuck she hadn't cried. Neither had Ellen. But it had certainly left an impression. She really wanted a woman, someone to play and be with, but since Deb there had just not been... Deb had changed the course of her life.

And now, Maddy... oh god.

*
Nothing happened for about a week.

Then one day she got home and Robert had someone new. They were sitting at the table when Ellen came in.

“Oh hi mom. This is Hope. Jame this is my mom, Ellen.”

The world seemed to crash to a stop. Oh. My. God.

A tall young statuesque brunette turned a neat, handsome head languidly and regarded her. Hazel eyes, doe-like, wide set and large, a short, straight nose, strong chin, wide, generous looking mouth. Her skin was clear, an almost light olive, her face perfectly symmetrical, eyebrows thick and bushy. She had gorgeously long, jet-black hair, worn loose, tumbling over her shoulders. Something moved in her attractive eyes as she looked at Ellen, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Ellen could only stare for a few seconds. She had -never- seen anyone, man or woman, this extremely beautiful, and handsome. The lovely girl got up, moving gracefully, and then she was shaking Ellen's hand. Graceful, so beautiful, full chest, neat and womanly – 36's she wondered? She tried to get herself started, managed to get out a strangled “Hi!” and Hope replied, her voice soft and just as beautiful as the rest of her. Her hand was warm, the skin soft.

“Hi Ellen! I'm Hope.”

Ellen's slit suddenly trembled viciously down in her panties as she held the girl's hand, startling her badly, heat blooming in a fast, roiling, electric explosion deep down in the thick-lipped folds of her sex at the girl's innocent, social touch. She felt herself blushing, her thighs breaking into goosebumps of electric pleasure. Hope looked directly into her eyes, holding her gaze, her hand tightening slightly. The lovely dark hazel of her irises were flecked with little gold specks, Ellen felt as if she was drowning in them...

She immediately realized if she held this young goddess’s hand a minute longer she'd orgasm right there in her panties. She reluctantly let go, but the girl's brown eyes stayed locked on hers, her hand staying against Ellen's for about a second long than socially necessary. Things were moving in her eyes, and a hot flush run down over Ellen's entire body at the look she saw there. She had no idea what was going on, but some innate sense told her the little mynx in front of her knew -exactly- what she was doing to Ellen. How... it was -seconds-?! And the girl was already in her mind.

She sensed a deep, strong beauty, and also, unaccountably, a ravenous sexual appetite – she had (she liked to think) developed a sense for it, especially in women, even though she didn't exercise it that much at all – there was something Deb-like here... some girls were so beautiful it was almost brittle, like glass - but -this- young woman was like a statue, a perfectly proportioned Greek statue... but somehow, somehow Ellen sensed something of the loose whorish easiness of the perfectly beautiful lesbian lush in the young woman before her. She dropped her eyes almost challengingly, boldly, from Ellen's face.

It excited her like nothing she had ever experienced, not even the hottest moments with Deb's fingers and tongue driving her wild inside her own melting cunt.

They exchanged some pleasantries, then she managed to get out of there. In the hallway she had to lean against the bureau, her entire genital area was shivering, hot, wet, her knees so weak she was unsure she'd be able to get along. Her nipples were like pebbles, fully erect, glowing with electric pleasure.
Her heart was racing.

How can this be possible?

Robert sure didn't take his time bouncing back from Maddy... but some instinct told Ellen the dark-haired goddess in her lounge wasn't necessarily all that interested in Robert, per se. Not after that look they had exchanged, the bold gaze, that neat, small hand holding hers just a bit too tightly.

Maddy was beautiful, but oh -god- this girl...!

Still trying to calm down, she staggered to her room to get out of her work clothes.

*

She made dinner later and Hope joined them. She was quite animated, and Ellen noted she concentrated on talking with her, the beautiful hazel eyes bold and almost teasing. Robert was clearly quite pleased with her, and she was kind and nice to him, but Ellen saw some things he clearly didn't.

She was clearly quite bright, a straight A student and on the cheerleader squad. No wonder. Her son was something of a football prodigy, no wonder this little dark-haired fox noticed him. But something kept niggling her, there was just something about the girl's behavior, the way she sat, the look in those huge dark eyes...

There was very slight blush on her clear skin, and every now and then she'd lick her plush lips with a tiny, pointed little pink tongue... and often while she did so she was boldly looking into Ellen's eyes. Electricity flared again in her body, low down in her belly, then flowed slowly down into the thrumming wedge of her thighs. She scrunched her legs together, cramped her empty, wet vagina in on itself. Oh my god this is -nice-. Her vulva tingled and sparked constantly, feeling bloated and moist, the slow, glacial sexual pleasure peaking upward each time the girl looked at her and licked those lips with that maddening little pink tongue of hers.

Ellen wanted that tongue on her pussy. She wanted to rip the girl's panties down, push her beautiful legs up and open and just dive into her... she tried to imagine what Hope's... vulva must look like. Was it wet? Like hers? Did it have thick lips? Small ones? A big clit? Hair? She swallowed nervously. Hope was staring at her again. Just the mere thought that the gorgeous girl had a pussy...

She just HAD to shave – somehow Ellen just knew... she imagined Hope with a nice little beautifully shaven thick-lipped eighteen year old girl-gash... OMG!

If she can get me this worked up just by looking at me... imagine... oh god!

When the dinner was over she didn't want it to end, but there was no conceivable way she could hang around them more. Hope thanked her courteously and with one last bold look Robert saw her out.

That night she masturbated herself to one of the most satisfying, intense climaxes she could remember in a long time, and as she writhed in pleasure, her finger driving her humming clit, her thoughts were filled with a deeply naughty lesbian fantasy about the hot young cheerleader dating her son...

*

A few days later Ellen was at home, cleaning in the kitchen. She'd just finished washing the floor and was pushing the squigee into the bucket when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it might be, she dried her hands and went to open the door.

And her world stopped. It was Hope.

She was dressed in a sexy skirt, hugging the curves of her young, beautiful body, her fluted, womanly hips. It ended just above her knees, which were perfect, two little symmetrical dimples in nice, strong, straight, tanned legs. She'd coiffed her hair, scooped the loose curls of the previous time together into a long, dark-black ponytail, which hung, shining and soft-looking, over one shapely shoulder. Ellen saw her strong, square chin wasn't copied on her lovely young face, she had a very feminine head, almost oval, her face glacially perfect, as if chiseled from smooth marble by the world's greatest sculptor.

Her delectable hazel eyes looked even larger and more doe-like than before. She smiled, once again displaying the perfectly white, even teeth, full, coral lips... it was unreal, she was almost too gorgeous to exist. How can -any- virtual teenager be -this- shocking, gorgeously beautiful?!

It was one of the hardest things Ellen ever did not to just step forward, slip her arms around the vision of female perfection before her, and roughly and urgently start kissing that maddeningly perfect mouth.

Ellen's pussy growled, then her vagina cramped in on itself so -hard- her knees almost buckled. She fought off a startling, sharp stab of hot sexual excitement, spearing up into her from between her thighs.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh -god-...!

“Hi Ellen!”

She sounded bright, earnest, interested. Her huge, dark eyes were bold, however, something moving in the lovely golden-flecked hazel depths. Ellen's throat went dry.

She was holding out her hand.

As if in a dream, Ellen felt herself reach out. Hope's hand was soft, warm, the skin dry, but touching it was electric, as if a lightning bolt suddenly speared up from the floor and rammed straight up Ellen's slit, exploding in a hot, roiling mushroom cloud of sexual pleasure in the refold folds of her quivering cunt.

“Hi Hope,” she managed, her voice sounding strange, strained almost, to her own ears.

Again, the young woman held her hand just a moment longer than necessary. Her eyes did not leave Ellen's face. She smiled again, cutely tilting her handsome dark head to the side. Arousal, real, a****listic and overwhelming, enveloped Ellen's entire body in a slow, shuddering wave of heat.

“Is Robert here?”

Her eyes left Ellen's face for a moment, somehow, the act of looking away, once again, was even more torrid than when she had been staring into Ellen's eyes.

In another rush of arousal Ellen realized the saucy little sexpot knew perfectly well that he wasn't. He was at practice – which she no doubt knew.

She wanted to see Ellen alone. Ellen's knees almost buckled at the implications.

“Uh... no? He's at practice.”

There was a moment of awkwardness, but then Ellen's slowly boiling, dripping sex drove her onward and she heard herself speak. Visions of the only other pussy she'd ever played with, Deb's, floated in her mind's eye. Small, pink lips, slippery and wet against her tongue, Deb's hitched little wrinkled clit-hood under the forest of her mound's hair, how hard Deb's clitoris was under the soft skin, her soft screams...

She wanted that again. She -WANTED- that again...

“Want something to drink? He's going to be back in a few minutes. You're welcome to wait...”

That was the only problem, Robert would be back in about fifteen minutes. Ellen mentally cursed. She wanted, she NEEDED more time with...

“Why thanks, that will be super!” Hope was playing the bouncy cheerleader act to the hilt. Ellen turned and went to the kitchen, almost feeling she had to walk bow-legged. Even just the motion of her own thighs as she walked stimulated little bright sparkles of delight and anticipation in the wet slit of her own vulva.

“Want some juice?”

Only once she said it did she realize it could be interpreted quite differently from what she meant.

“Yes-” Hope answered, then there was a crash behind her.

The floor!

“What-!”

Hope sat on the floor, one perfect leg extended before her, another folded in under her. The skirt had slid up a bit, exposing a shapely upper thigh. She looked surprised.

“Oh sorry, I slipped...!”

“Did you get hurt?”

“No I-” she started to get up, extended her other leg. She winced as her leg went straight.

As if in a dream, Ellen reached out, placed her hand on the girl's right knee.

“Oh god I'm sorry, I washed the floor this morning...”

Hope said nothing, freezing, and suddenly stared up at her with those huge, smoking eyes.

The girl's knee was like watered silk, hot, the skin impossibly smooth. She didn't move an inch.
Ellen tried to remove her hand, the pretext was that Hope had injured her knee, but then she looked into the girl's eyes and immediately knew she hadn't really fallen, or been hurt.

The touch was doing indescribable things to her, but somehow she regained control of the surging tide of pleasure and let go of Hope's leg.

Moving with an incredible swiftness Ellen hadn't expected, Hope's hand grabbed hers, pulled it right back, placed it back on her leg, a little -above- her supposedly injured, perfect little knee. Her hand held onto Ellen's, spreading Ellen's fingers, gently kneading them into her buttery-soft inner thigh, just above her knee.

She licked her coral lips with that pink tongue, the dark eyes smoldering up into Ellen's. The invitation, and meaning, was unmistakable.

Ellen felt as if she was going out of her mind. She was so horny she could jump out of her skin. The warm, perfect thigh under her hand wasn't helping, nor the way Hope kept her hand on Ellen's, and kept her hand on her shapely thigh. She played with the older woman's hand in turn, stroking the fingers, the motion enticing and inviting as clearly as if she had spoken her desire, her need, aloud. The smooth young leg quivered slightly under her fingers.

Hope parted her lips, breathed in softly through her open mouth, tilted her neck back. Ellen wondered how she'd missed that, the girl's neck was long, feminine, gently arched, smoothly gorgeous, just like the rest of her. She could see the pulse race in Hope's carotid artery. She was aroused...

Her beauty was a crystal, unutterable reality that dazzled Ellen.

Ellen swallowed hard, her own body felt as if it was being slowly pushed into hot butter. Electricity seemed to surge up off Hope's silky-soft skin, up into Ellen's shaky hand, and straight down her swirling belly, arrowing down into her throbbing pussy that lay just down below, making her glow and cramp madly. Emptily. Insanely.

She shuddered her thighs around her opening. Her sex was on fire, the slit melting slowly from the inside out as she crouched next to Hope, quivering and dripping, her own sex was mercilessly torturing her. It screamed for attention.

She couldn't -stand- it, she just couldn't, she couldn't!

if Robert walked in now she didn't care if he'd find them...

As if hearing her thoughts, Hope's hand moved, lifting hers slightly up off the hot smooth wax of her skin, slid it slowly upward toward her waiting crotch. The shockingly beautiful girl licked her lips again, then slowly breathed in through her mouth. And out.

Ellen was so excited she felt like she was exploding.

As if stuck in time, Hope pulled her hand slowly up once more, sliding over her slabbed young thigh. Ellen would have thought it impossible, but the girl's smooth skin got hotter and softer the higher her hand went, taking the hem of the skirt with it, drifting upward. The young woman also moved Ellen's hand inward, and again upward, gasping almost now, a loud, indrawn breath.

Ellen mewled. She -couldn't- control it, she was so aroused she felt as if she would float upward from the ground. Her hand followed Hope's, the girl's tanned inner thigh broadening, getting still softer, even more hot. She enticingly spread her legs as she was sitting, the skirt falling back slowly, sliding up her legs... but in a quick, irritated movement the girl brushed the skirt higher, and it fluttered up, exposing her hips and...

She was wearing white exercise briefs, sheer, but not transparent, and it clung to her curves. Her navel was a deep, mysterious, sculptured well in the very center of her abdomen, her gorgeous belly tight and flat and young and soft and wonderful looking. The wedge of her sex billowed outward below, tightly covered by the white spandex, bulging over the unmistakable flat, triangle wedge of her womanhood.

She was so BIG! Ellen could see -it-, she certainly didn't bulge like that, Hope -had- to have a big, no, enormous-

She matched Ellen soft mewl with one of her own as she eased the older woman's hand at last to the edge of heaven itself, the top of Ellen's index finger at last reaching the edge of Hope's bulging panties, the smooth silken heat of her thighs unmatched by the terrible silken warmth just above her index finger, the spandex hot like fire, burning Ellen's skin.

Ellen moved her hand out from under Hope's, and in a moment of riveting, driving sexual arousal she pushed the tip of her finger in under the elastic at the edge of Hope's panties, in over her bulged mound... Hope opened her mouth, the dark, lovely eyes fluttering closed, and she sighed loudly and pushed her chubby mound up against Ellen's hand, wriggling her hips urgently, trying to get the older woman's fingertip in under the material of her underwear. Her freed hand went to Ellen's chest, seizing Ellen's left teat, and -squeezed- as Ellen's fingertip found smooth, glowing hot, silky skin...

Hope started as if shot. The front door had opened. Robert was home.

Ellen jumped up. Hope said nothing, but quickly stood up, smoothed down her skirt, tried to stop breathing through her mouth. She was flushed, utterly beautiful. She gave Ellen a quick, sexy smile, then turned gracefully and walked to meet Robert. Her buttocks joggled saucily as she stalked away to the front door.

Ellen shuddered, stumbled to the sink, held onto it. She was out of her mind, her entire body on fire, nipples erect, breasts swirling with arousal, clitoris hard as stone, feeling like a tiny, buzzing tube of hot, glowing steel between her wet vulva's deep lips. She stared in amazement down at her right hand, the fingertip... it -had- slipped in under the girl's briefs, just an inch... and it had found -skin-, soft, silken, slippery, melting, hot as an oven, and no hair. No hair at all.

She was -shaved-. Hope shaved her cunny.

Just like she did.

The realization, the thought, the deliciousness, raw sexuality of it was too simply much, the girl's cute little sexy ass as she had just strode away just too much, and she felt herself tumble toward and over the wonderous, torrid abyss, and Ellen had a moment of the terrible, wracking -certainty- and shivering anticipation she always felt before having an orgasm, and she felt it coming... coming... coming... and then in a roaring heaven of exploding sexual ecstasy her orgasm plowed into her wet, cramping gash like a freight train.

It was so fast, so overwhelming – her whole body triggered and she went into climax, and it shattered her pussy with its raw, fiery, a****l power, the sexual sensations seeming to tear into her soft folds, the a****listic delight of it a vicious, unutterably wonderful pleasure suddenly exploding up into her belly and legs from the electrically burning folds of her slippery sex. The spasms stabbed into her vulva like a shivery blade made of pure, unfiltered lasciviousnesses, the delight and driving ecstasy of the orgasm washing outward over her body in long, excruciating waves, and she desperately tried to ride the rhythm of it, shuddering her thighs with the rapture, shaking and cramping her buttocks involuntarily, her knuckles white where she clutched the counter to keep from collapsing, her smoldering slit dipped in fire, melting, wetting, and then the torturous delight of her vulva suddenly intensely clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing, clamping and RELEASING on itself, driving her wild, clamping and releasing and clamping and releasing and clamping and releasing, eight, nine, ten times, until she wanted to -scream- but then it ended with a rolling, booming, arcing wave, and her vagina -burned- and clamped down and buzzed and cramped and buzzed inward on itself, jamming, contracting -tight- with the utmost, indescribable sexual pleasure, and then her pussy suddenly, explosively relaxed and the tension and electric rapture of it exploded outward once more over her whole body and then rippled away into a slow relaxation that left her weak-kneed and gasping at the sink, her entire body feeling like pins and needles from the intensity of the release, even her ears tingling with the power of it, her panties wringing and wet from her excitement, small aftershocks shaking her body and belly and thighs.

How she had remained standing she didn't know.

Oh god.

Oh -god-!

They entered the kitchen.

She made as if she was busy at the sink, Robert said something and Hope answered but she didn't turn around, acknowledging Robert with a quick hi over her shoulder. She didn't look at Hope (sheer sexual pleasure roared up like a gasoline-fed forest fire if she even thought about it, even though she had just came hard...), but finished up at the sink with shaking hands and excused herself as she stumbled to her room.

This couldn't be happening...!

She'd hardly touched the dark-headed brunette and she'd came like a forest fire...

*

Fortunately she didn't see Hope the next few days.

She felt confused, disturbed about what happened. Yet some part of her wanted to repeat it – the pleasure and the sheer EASE and nuclear intensity of her cumming had stunned her.

She didn't orgasm particularly difficultly, even her long-gone husband had managed to coax a few out of her, and with Deb it had just been... she'd been convinced after Deb and that wide-lipped little furry pink pussy she had had that she'd explored the borders of her sexuality, seen the peak of the sheer physical a****listic delights her body and sexual anatomy could bestow, but with -that- finger touch on Hope's silken, shaved venus mound...

Deb had been wonderful – beautiful, mature, inventive, sexy, unselfconscious, passionate, earthy and very experienced at lesbian lovemaking, but had it every been -this- intense? Sure there had been many, many wonderful moments, orgasms, hours of slow, torturously pleasurable cunnilingus, fingers, breasts rubbed against vulvas, nipples rubbed on clitorises, Deb's lovely, heavily pointed tits, wonderful, shuddering excursions into slow, teasing tribadism, urgent mutual masturbation of each other's pussies, licking, nibbling on each other's sex, even rapturously wonderful episodes with Deb's extensive collection of penis-like and double-headed dildos... but only at the very wildest peaks of their sexual relationship could she remember having orgasms even remotely approaching one like she'd had that day in her kitchen after touching that smoldering girl on her woman mound.

She hadn't even been touched, not really – Hope did grab her breast (her nipple flamed hotly at the memory) but she'd not even come near... that.

For the first time in her life, Ellen actually felt scared at what might happen if she -really- got with someone...

*

A few days later she drove up to her house, to find Maddy waiting at the door.

Ellen parked, then walked over. Maddy didn't look good, she'd been clearly crying.

“Hi Maddy!”

“Hi Ellen... Robert isn't here, is he?”

“No... you okay?”

She noticed some books the girl was cradling in her arms.

“I-I've got some of his books... I just wanted to bring them back.”

“Sure honey. Let me open up...”

She unlocked her door. Maddy followed her inside.

“Want something, honey?”

“N-No I-”

And suddenly she was crying.
Ellen was overwhelmed with compassion.

“Oh honey...” before she knew what she was doing she had the red-head in her arms.

She tried to remember that she saw her son take this girl, most probably she'd given him her virginity. A vision of her son... bouncing on the girl she now had in her arms sent a vicious kick down low in her belly. She saw his big, heavy sack again, slapping against... as his buttocks bunched as he... rammed his penis...

NO!

Maddy cried, blubbering. She dropped the books between them, and the slid over the floor.

“I miss him so much! I love him, why did he... I'm so angry at him!”

“Shhh... it's okay Maddy... shhh...”

The girl shook in her arms. She tried to ignore how much her teary voice sounded like when she'd begged her son to fuck her. She swallowed, and was suddenly sorry she'd taken the girl in her arms. Visions of Hope danced in front of her, but this was -Maddy- - she felt...

It was like a sudden traffic accident.

Maddy, tears streaming from her eyes, tilted her neat head back to look up at Ellen. She started to say something, but she was beautiful, wholesome, and quite attractive despite the tears, and Ellen felt herself bend down, she was a lot shorter than Ellen, and as if in a dream her face drifted closer, and she had stopped speaking and froze, and then her soft lips was against Ellen's.

Hot electricity flared all over Ellen. Maddy was clearly shocked, she felt her try to start to push away, get out of Ellen's arms, and she herself felt confused – what am I -doing-???

The a****l arousal of it was beyond her control. She opened her mouth, the girl's lips were soft and wet from her tears, and she gently probed them with her tongue. Maddy instantly stopped struggling, her sweet, sweet lips opening, and Ellen's tongue slipped between them. Her body flamed at the act, slow fire rippling upward over her tight belly and suddenly heavy-feeling breasts.

A vision of her son pile-driving his huge penis into this girl that she was kissing sent a shuddering, delicious shiver through her core.

But it lasted only a moment, suddenly the magic was gone, Maddy disengaged and back-peddled so fast Ellen almost fell forward. The girl stopped about a yard away, staring at her, completely forgetting to cry. She didn't say a word, there were spots of colour on her cheeks, and she was breathing fast.

For a long moment she just stared at Ellen, a lot of emotions flitting over her face, and then she turned and ran. Ellen shivered, trying to control herself – kissing the girl had been heavily sexual for her, and she had to take a moment to get herself under control. It had been... different than Hope, less... sharp, if that term worked, but still... it had been delectably wonderful.

She hoped she hadn't made a huge mistake... but hell, the girl was eighteen wasn't she?

Her body still tingling mightily, she picked up the books and took them to Robert's room.

It was as if the episode with Hope had set something off in her, a new need filled her, drove her on, and she realized that she'd always loved girls... -really- loved them... Deb had been wonderful, but she wanted -more- and that maybe, at last, it was time to -really- do something about this desire, this wild, consuming physical hunger she'd suddenly discovered, and that had been awakened by certain a stunning young brunette that was clearly interested in her as a woman... a year ago she'd have never done what she'd just done...

The waiting was over.

*

After some torturous days and nights dreaming of Hope, and after very deliberately deciding NOT to touch herself, she got a text from Maddy.

It was surprising, she hadn't exchanged numbers with the girl, and for a moment Ellen wondered how she got her number.

At first Maddy exchanged the usual pleasantries, then asked again about Robert's new girl.

What's her name? She asked.

Do you really want to know? Ellen answered.

Yes....

Hope.

She sent nothing for a few seconds.

Oh. I know her.

You okay?

Yes.

Maddy was quiet for a few moments.

Look Ellen what happened when... you know...

Ellen's heart suddenly pounded. What was she going to say...?

Yes?

I'm not... sure. I'm sorry I did what I did.

-She- was sorry?

What did you do, Maddy?

I jerked away. Ran.

Well, I'm the one who probably shouldn't have done what I did.

Why did you?

That stopped her. She stared at her phone for a few seconds.

I'm not sure we should text about this.

Now Maddy was quiet for a minute.

Look, can I come over? Is Robert there?

Robert had gone on a training camp with the football team for the weekend. Ellen was alone.

A sudden jolt of arousal flashed through her, that wonderful empty cramping low-in-the-belly excitement...

-She- wanted to come over.

She typed back.

No. He's gone with the team to the training camp.

Silence.

Ok... I just need to... talk. About what happened.

Ellen's hands shook.

If you feel you want to – she managed to type.

After five today?

Oh my god.

Yes.

Ok.

Ellen put down her phone. Her heart was racing, belly swirling. What was going to happen here...?!

The rest of the day passed in a blur. She tried not to think about what might happen that evening. She thought about Hope a lot too, but nothing at all had happened after that indescribable moment in the kitchen with the young woman's make-believe leg injury and the consuming, flaming climax she had had hanging onto her sink afterward after pushing her finger into the girl's panties.

At precisely five o'clock her doorbell rang. She had not dressed specially or did anything out of the ordinary, she was leery of putting herself out on a limb, though a deep need.... She admitted she wanted... something. If it was available in any way...

Her heart racing a bit, her belly swirling with anticipation and a little anxiety, she forced herself to walk to the door.

And it was not only Maddy.

Oh my god!

She stared, totally out of words.

It was Maddy.

And Hope.

Hope!

The stood there, next to each other. Hope was definitely more beautiful, her features more perfect, the dark hair loose and framing her perfect oval face with the strong chin, dark eyes flashing. “More beautiful” was more a thing of degree, Maddy with her clean white skin and russet-red hair was also incredibly beautiful, but Hope... she swallowed, her knees feeling weak.

“Uh... hi...” she managed, not trying to conceal her shock.

“Can we come in?” Maddy looked relaxed. Both were dressed in jeans and loose t-shirts.

“Sure...” She tried not to stare at Hope's magnificent bust as she turned, and failed.

She sat across from them in the lounge. It was awkward, she didn't know where to look. How can they -both- be here?!

Hope spoke first.

“Ellen its about Robert. Maddy and I talked about him. She didn't know... about me. In his life.”

“Okay...?”

“We know each other. We have known each other quite awhile. Robert... well, men are... useful.”

“What are you getting at, Hope?” It felt good to say her name.

The girl tilted her magnificent head to the side. She looked like a Greek goddess, the perfect face, the finely chiselled line of her jaw, the cute little ears...

“Neither of us really... love him. It was more... fun. Experimentation, if you like.”

Ellen swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. Where was this heading?

Hope suddenly looked a bit apprehensive. It was impossible cute to see. She glanced at Maddy meaningfully.

Then Maddy came right out with it.

Ellen had had such moments before, where her entire life changed, as if the world suddenly jerked sideways and sped off in a totally new, incomprehensible direction.

“What you did that night... Look Ellen Hope and I know each other. We more than know each other... if you get my meaning?”

She reached out and Hope put her hand in Maddy's.

Ellen was so excited she felt as if she was floating off the chair.

“We would like to... have some fun. With you.” Maddy looked straight at her, as did Hope.

“We're both eighteen.”

Ellen gaped at them like a fish out of water. Could this be real?!

“Why?” was all she could get out. Idiot! She could kick herself.

Hope spoke.

“You're good looking. Mature. The way you... what you did in the kitchen to me, and kissing Mads... have you ever been with a woman? Would – would you like to maybe... try it? Basically we want to... play... with someone older. The two of us. At the same time. With a good-looking, sexy, mature woman. You.”

Wetness burst from her pussy lips, and she felt herself start to swell, deep throbbing arousal like some powerful beating heart starting up between her legs.

She just stared at them.

Hope was stroking Maddy's arm. Ellen noticed goosebumps on it. The lovely red-head's eyes were hooded, staring at her.

“What... how-”

To her eternal amazement, Hope gracefully stood, pulled her t-shirt loose, and pulled it up over her head.

Maddy sat a moment, then stood up, and followed suit.

The awful beauty, especially Hope with her sheer black bra, Maddy's in white, seemed to draw her gaze like irresistable magnets. Both of them had b-cup titties, nice and heavy, Hope's big dark pointed nipples clearly visible though her bra and pushing little tents in the sheer material.

She swallowed, speechless. It felt as if she was drifting toward the ceiling, her sex buzzing with electricity.

Maddy reached behind her back, and the snap of her bra releasing was shockingly loud in the quiet room. She let the piece of gossamer white fall, her breasts tumbling loose, nice, young, firm, little raised, eraser-tip nipples, crimson against soft, milk white... Hope reached over, smiled at Ellen, and gently tweaked the tip of Maddy's left teat. She drew it out, saucily lifting the other girl's breast, then let go. It bounced sexily as it settled back on her beautiful chest.

“Yes....?” Hope was touching herself, slowly stroking down her own perfect little flat belly, pushing a fingertip into the deep, gorgeous pit of her smooth navel.

Ellen croaked something, she was unsure what, she couldn't speak, overwhelmed with a driving, roaring excitement.

Hope took it as a yes, running her hand back up her front. Smoothly and in one motion, she hooked a fingertip into the front of her own bra, popped it up, over her head, and gone.

Time seemed to stop for Ellen. If Maddy had gorgeously beautiful breasts, Hope's were somewhere beyond utterly, unabashedly goddess-like, unearthly perfection.

They bounced cutely as she released them from the bra, unconstrained they were about the size of cantaloupes, round and soft yet firm looking, her areolas dark circles almost as large as half of Ellen's palm. In the perfect center of each circle of lovely dark-brown skin, large blunt nipples, almost as large as Ellen's thumb, beckoned sexily, clearly swollen, erect, pointing forward and up just above the horizontal. They contrasted perfectly with her creamy olive skin.

The girl shook her long dark hair.

Maddy looked over, Hope reached for her, and in a long moment of rippling sexual arousal for Ellen, they kissed. Not just kissed, in moments Hope opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into Maddy's mouth. The red-head girl groaned softly, burying her hands in Hope's dark tresses. Large blunt nippled breasts pressed into the pink/white loveliness of Maddy's pointy tits, and the girl groaned softly, shaking them slightly, grinding the sensitive crimson tips into the silken fullness of Hope's breasts.

Hope's eyes were closed, but after a few seconds she opened them, turned her head, looking at Ellen.

As if in some horribly wonderful dream, Ellen felt her hands at her shirt buttons. She undid them one by one, staring at the sight in front of her, the two young semi-naked girls kissing, pushing their tongues against each other, occasional soft grunts from Maddy the only sound.

Later Ellen would learn that Maddy tended to make little sounds, little cries during... lovemaking, becoming more and more quiet the more intense things got, while Hope... years later she would have an immediate climax if she as much as thought about it for too long.

But that was in the future.

Ellen slipped her shirt off. Her own titties were on fire, the nipples pulsing with heat and sex, swollen and sensitive. Her bra material felt rough, irritating against the glowing tips of her breasts.

Hope was clearly in charge.

She suddenly pushed Maddy back, dropped her head to the other girl's chest, took a swollen crimson tip in her mouth. Maddy gasped loudly, throwing her head back, then tilting her face back down to nuzzle in Hope's dark silken mass of long black hair. Her hand stroked the other girl's beautiful back gently, up and down, then went to the back of her head, pushing it forward, clearly wanting more of her breast to enter Hope's slowly sucking mouth.

Ellen roughly popped her bra loose, threw it aside. She was on fire, nipples swollen and tingling, cunt wet and straining and slowly melting in her panties, sodden vagina cramping slowly and repeatedly and emptily on itself, her legs, feet, hands - even her ears sizzled with such sexual arousal as she could not remember ever feeling in her life. Deb, and the farthest reaches of the limitless lesbian passion they had shared paled to almost nothing. Not compared to this. Not compared to -this-!

Hope drew her head back, still sucking on Maddy, her big, milk-white teat drawing out and up until with a soft pop and a gasp from the red-head girl it finally slipped from the brunette girl's mouth. The smooth white skin glistened with Hope's saliva, the nipple wet, erect, swollen.

Ellen groaned.

They seemed to float toward her, not walking, but somehow... translating. Hope took her hand, pulled her upright. She went somewhere while she stood up, for all she could sense was one moment she was sitting, then she was standing.

Both of them were just about as tall as her, and both dipped their heads forward, and she felt their breath on her skin, and then their hot young silky tongues were drawn over her aching, sparking nipples.

She heard someone scream. An a****l sound, unaccountable, and for long moments she wondered who it was. Then the hot tongues sc****d against her sensitive tips again, and the soft scream was repeated, and only then did she even manage to process the piercing delight stabbing like a sword into her, and she screamed softly again.

And in perfect unison, each girl sucked one of Ellen's nipples deep into her mouth and gently bit on it.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was pleasure, sheer sexual delight, but not orgasm, yet the intensity of it was -more- than an orgasm, but it was constant, and continuing as they nibbled and sucked and licked her breasts and nipples. Fire and ice bubbled all over her, she felt hot and cold at the same time. New, wet heat seemed to slide down into her crotch, her pussy was coming -alive-, sparking, electricity flying up into her belly off its lips and folds, goosebumps rippling all over her, the soul-deep sexual arousal a spine-tingling, delectable anticipation running down her back. Her clitoris felt like a burning pebble, buried in the moist silk of her vulva's labia, thrumming and humming piercing pleasure outward into her cunt lips and inward into her vagina in a steady, merciless tide of mounting sexual pleasure.

She screamed again. Softly. Helplessly.

Hope touched her flank, gently drew her hand over her ribs and down to her waist. Where she touched, her hand was like a burning brand, leaving trails of fire over Ellen's skin, the physical sense of it seeming to fire like lightning straight down to Ellen's mound, and then in and lower once again to splash, like a rock tossed in a roiling pool, into the tense, folded and refolded lips of her supremely aroused sex.

She was burning and freezing at the same time.

Suddenly, shockingly, she was at the edge of the abyss. She felt it come, the merciless -certainty- of it, and she felt the sexual feelings accelerate and intensify, which she had honestly not thought possible. It felt as if she was rising out of her body to somehow hover above it, burning tension starting to build desperately swiftly in her body, her cunt, like a spring wounding itself tighter and tighter and tighter. It was driven by Hope's light touch on her side, the two hot young mouths devouring her breasts, the girls' sheer physical presence, their lovely young bodies and tits, her own nipples like little hot nuclear stars, the pleasure they were generating like lasers pointed down at her already spasming puss. She started to tighten up, gasp, the rapturous pleasure starting to rise up... I'm going to cum. I'm going to -cum-. I'm going to -CUM-!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“J-J-Hope! I'm going to... I'm going to...!” Her voice sounded wracked, even to her, low and gutteral, unearthly. Her whole body shuddered and she started to teeter over the abyss of her ecstasy.

But she still had to learn about Hope. Later she realized she had been right, the girl was a born.. whore? Courtesan? Like one or two people in a million are born to be international grade concert players or tennis stars, later she'd realize that Hope, perfect, lovely Hope, with the voluptuous body, the perfect breasts, the square, perfect face, the perfect mass of silky-black hair, the fluted, lovely body, the squarish hips and long legs, and that huge... that -huge-... well, Hope – Hope had been born to do one thing, and that was to -fuck-.

Men, women, she had one thing, and her entire being was focussed on that as someone else might focus on a life goal. Hope -lived- for it, she hungered for it, it was what she did with any spare time she had and what she was made to do... to fuck. Fuck, cum, fuck, then cum again. Unbound. Like an a****l, a primate almost.

And she was -good- at it, and she made her partners cum just like her. She was beyond good at what she did.

Almost starting to crash into the crevasse of her sexual climax, Ellen suddenly felt both mouths leave her tits. She tried to speak, but Hope just looked at her. Ellen wanted to cry, she was teetering more desperately at the edge, starting to fall, more excited and sexually aroused than she had ever been in her entire life. She started up a keening wail, the pleasure starting to mount, then arc upward, her vulva bursting into guttering flame, clit buzzing madly like an angry bee, the orgasm rising, rising...

Hope reached up, roughly grabbed her right nipple. She pulled it out and pinched. -Hard-. At the same moment her mouth sucked in Ellen's other nipple, and then Hope -bit- her.

Maddy giggled, watching, spots of colour on her handsome face, a throaty, intensely sexual sound.

Ellen gave a little scream. It turned into a long, low groan. The incipient climax shuddered in her, wanting, -needing- to burst into full orgasm, billowing, but the intense pain from her savagely twisted nipple on one side and the other being... eaten by Hope's teeth, seemed to douse the soaring sexual delight shivering in her body. She jerked, reaching up, her breasts -hurt- for Hope was pinching and biting, enough to bruise, but before she could push the girl's hand and head away she let go and reared up and her heavenly mouth was boldly against Ellen's and, her breath quick and hot, they were kissing.

It was so shocking, so delectably wonderful she forgot her injured tits and even the narrowly avoided climax. The sudden intense pain from her tits at Hope's sudden pinching and biting had somehow doused her orgasm, increasing the... pressure, but not letting her explode into flame. All thought was blotted from her mind as the young mouth devoured hers, Maddy letting go a throaty, knowing chuckle.

Hope tasted like hot honey, sweet, and wet, her tongue rough and bold and urgent in Ellen's mouth. Despite her already desperately intense level of arousal, even after Hope's drastic measure to prevent her orgasming right then, the lovely girl's ardent kissing seemed to clamp onto that sexual excitement and start focussing it down into her vulva once again. She'd never experienced the sensations soaring all over her tensed body as they washed over her from her cramping, melting cunt, it was definitely (definitely!) intense sexual pleasure and arousal, but there was a kind of ... pressure added, like a pressure cooker, that seemed to compress and intensify her sexual enjoyment even more.

Ellen felt like going out of her mind. It was almost like constantly orgasming, the delight of it was like being impaled, not with an erect penis but with something far hotter and fatter and longer and more sexual.

Hope's tongue lashed her, slipped over her teeth, she pulled back and licked Ellen's lips, then kissed properly again. Now Ellen met it with her own tongue, pushed against it, sucked on it. She heard Maddy mewl close by, but her own eyes were closed, and, helpless, she reached up and buried both her hands in Hope's silken dark tresses of hair, digging her fingers into the softness, pushing Hope's head forward against hers.

Hope didn't make a sound.

She had no idea how long they kissed, but eventually Hope's lips left hers and she fluttered her eyes open and Hope was kissing Maddy, who had her face waiting close by, long and passionately. Her dark eyes glittering, she took Maddy's face in both her hands and turned her toward Ellen and pushed her forward, and the red-head girl came close and her mouth opened, and Ellen was kissing her, Hope helping. Ellen kept her fingers in Hope's wonderful silky hair as she passionately kissed Maddy.

It was... different, her tongue felt sharper, more pointed, but just as hot and soft as Hope's had been. She smelled different, rose and cloves where Hope was honey and chestnut. Maddy liked to nip, her teeth gently pressing Ellen's lips. It was wonderful, utterly delightful, the naughtiness of it overwhelming Ellen with hot tingling waves of new, deeply passionate arousal. Maddy kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes...
Ellen was absolutely sure her pants looked as if she had wet herself. Constant, dark sparks of immeasurable sexual delight seemed to spurt into her cunt's lips and her vagina, her pussy was so swollen she was sure she wouldn't be able to walk.

Her clitoris was in the hugely swollen folds somewhere, but she was so excited she'd lost track of it – which was new, she had an enormously sensitive clit and she could always tell, especially as she neared her rapture, where it was in the welter of slippery lips within lips that was her sex, but she was so aroused now it seemed to have somehow disappeared. It was always the source of her ecstasy, a tiny, burning little torch of unimaginable sexual delight, but now, with this, with Hope and Maddy her entire slit seemed to have turned into a gash of immeasurable delight, like a vulva-shaped tear into a universe of unimaginable sexual pleasures.

She tried not to think of what would happen if Hope touched her -there-... or Maddy.

She'd -die-.

Somewhere during the proceedings, her pleasure suddenly, without warning, was on her again. It was like a man somehow, a mad, ramming, hot penis suddenly mounting her fat slit, pounding away, a burning brand of ultimate delight pushed up into her sensitive genitals, each vicious slap of the shaft as it slapped into her vagina seeming to pump up the pressure in her slit.

But Hope was right there. Her fingers artfully flicked Ellen's previously bruised nipple. Hope didn't pinch as before, just flicked it twice, and in a flare of pleasure-pain Ellen felt her orgasm fade again, the roaring pleasure draining out of her tingling, straining body as Hope smoothly pulled Maddy away, to kiss her herself as Ellen stared, her just-deflated arousal building just as swiftly back up again at the lovely scene before her.

It was insurmountably wonderful, beyond her wildest fantasies of what something like this could be like, what it would be like with Hope... with Maddy...

Hope pulled Maddy upright. She looked over at Ellen, smiled delectably, then started kissing Maddy again. Mads groaned into Hope's questing mouth.

The could not keep their hands off each other, Maddy reached up and roughly squeezed the dark-nippled treasure of Hope's right breast, so hard the nipple seemed to pop out inside the circle of her fingers. Hope slapped one of Maddy's big white red-nippled teats in retaliation, pulled her mouth away, giggled. Maddy kissed Hope's forehead, and time seemed to congeal for Ellen as she reached own, and started undoing her jeans and belt.

Maddy's tips were now erect, swollen, standing almost vertical off the mounting of her pink areolas.

Hope helped her pull down her jeans, the rasp of Maddy's zipper being drawn down by the dark headed goddess one of the most sexually stimulating sounds Ellen had ever heard in her life. She reached for her own pants, popped the button, rammed the zipper down, her hands clumsy with arousal.

She was just totally losing it. Any vestige of control was being extinguished, the pounding, a****l passion the two girls had awakened in her starting to remove any and all doubts or inhibitions she might still have had.

She wanted to -fuck-. She wanted to fuck -bad-. She couldn't stand it!

Ellen made sure to hook her panties with her thumbs. Hope looked over, her hands busy with Maddy's g-string panties, the jeans already down around the red-headed girl's knees. Her thighs were beautiful, perfectly formed, her skin milky white.

Both of them were looking at her. Hope had the other girl's pantie half down over her milk-white buttocks, the black material of Maddy's g-string in strong contrast with her soft white thigh. She was turned edge-on so all Ellen saw was smooth leg and thigh, with the white strip of Mads's underwear pushing into the soft flesh.

Ellen couldn't think, couldn't wait. She wriggled her pants / panties down to her knees, popped up on the chair, drew them down and away and spread her thighs open to the girls.

The air was like a caress on her slowly pounding nether lips, soft and insistent.

Both girls just stared at her.

Maddy eyes locked on Ellen's shaven mound and the fat wet lips within lips hanging below it, and Hope resumed slowly drawing do