2008-Apr-24 - A Pound Of Hamburger

I’m the wife of a military officer, and I’ve always been
faithful to my
husband, until recently. When my husband get’s home and asks,
“have you
seen other men?”, I can honestly say no. Luckily, he’s never
thought to
ask me about other women. Thank God, I never could lie to
him
convincingly.

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I don’t cook much while my husband is away. Heck, why bother
cooking

for just me? Well I decided to splurge one night and make myself
a nice
dinner. My special meat loaf, a baked potato, salad, and a pie.
I was a
little down, and very horny after four months of being alone.

Every woman knows that a finger works just fine, at first.
But after a
while you find that you are still horny. And most importantly, a
woman
likes to be touched, even if it’s just the neck, or the back of
the hand.
Touch is very important to a woman. I ached constantly. I knew
his
carrier wouldn’t get back one day sooner than expected. That was
one

reason that so many military wives cheat, but I was never tempted
to seek
out anybody but my Stan. I was stupid. Life is too short to
spend it
waiting on anybody, even your husband. Every day spent waiting
is a day
wasted.

Ok, the dinner idea was fine, but to make a truly great meat
loaf you
need a pound of hamburger and a pound of ground pork. I was out
of
hamburger. Since I had started off my night with a long soak in
the tub, I
started cooking in a house coat. I mean I was only in a house
coat, no

underwear or clothes underneath. I like it that way around the
house. It
was almost midnight and I didn’t feel like going to a lot of
work, so I
dropped the house coat and slipped on a short dress. Who would
know,
right?

I grabbed my purse, slipped my feet into my favorite white
sandals, and
I was off. I pulled into the parking lot in my pathetic blue
pinto, and
started to climb out. Of course I had forgotten my purse, so I
leaned back
with my legs hanging out and grabbed the purse. Then I
remembered the

keys. I don’t know why I bother, nobody in their right mind
would steal
that piece of junk, but it’s a habit. I finally got myself
together and
slid the rest of the way out of the pinto to find a young woman
staring at
my exposed legs and short dress, from the car parked next to me.
I
belatedly remembered that I had no underwear on. I turned dark
red and
felt like dying. She just smiled and nodded agreeably.

“I was in a hurry,” I said apologetically.

“Last minute supper for the hubby?” she asked with a smile as
she

climbed out of her immaculate white lincoln.
“I haven’t seen hubby for four months and won’t see him for
at least
two more,” I said, maybe a little grumpy.

She grabbed a shopping cart and we walked into the store
together.

“I know how you feel,” she said sympathetically. “My
boyfriend dumped
me a month ago. I don’t even want to look at a another man after
that mess.”

“Well I have to go,” I said, not really wanting too go, but
feeling I

should. She seemed a little strange, in a nice sort of way. She
was
wearing a tank top with tiny straps and it was cut way low. I
could even
see the corner of a tatoo on her left breast, but I tried not to
stare. On
the other hand, I really hadn’t talked to anybody for a long
time, and I
missed that.

“I have a big dinner planned, all I need is a pound of ground
beef.”

“A big dinner alone?”

“Yeah, silly huh?”

“Not really. I plan out my entire day sometimes, down to the
smallest
detail. Everything by the clock, you know? Something like cocoa
and toast
at exactly 8:00 o’clock, bubble bath at 2:00 o’clock, and I rent
a movie
for exactly six. I guess it’s about the same thing.”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “Hey, I… do you want to come
over? I
mean I know you don’t know me, but… well I haven’t talked to a
girl in a
long time.”

“I know what you mean. Sure, then I won’t have to buy this
garbage for

the outrageous prices they charge,” she picked up a rotting peach
and
dropped it back in the pile.

“Great! Let me get the ground beef,” I hurried to the meat
isle and
grabbed the first one I saw. For some reason I felt desperate to
get back
before she could change her mind. Maybe it was a premonition.
She was
still waiting when I returned. We left together chatting happily
and
laughing like old friends. Her name was Marlene, I’m Shelly, of
course,
and we hit it off right away.

I watched the headlights in my mirror all the way home to
make sure I
didn’t lose her at a light. I showed her where to park so the
neighbors
wouldn’t complain, then we went inside together. The pie was
done, the
potato was cooking, but I quickly added a second one and shoved
the meat
loaf in after it.

Marlene sat at the kitchen table and we chatted while I
finished
everything, then we ate. After dinner we went into the living
room and I
poured us wine. I turned the TV to a pay channel and we watched
half-

heartedly while we talked. We found out we had a lot in common.

I also found out that Marlene was extremely interested in my
legs. At
first I thought it was an accident. We were sitting across from
each
other, Marlene on the couch, and me in the over-stuffed chair,
and I
noticed that she kept changing positions when I moved. I finally
realized,
to my complete amazement, that she was changing positions to look
under my
short dress. I had never seen a lesbian before, but the thought
suddenly
entered my mind that Marlene was a lesbian. I intentionally
changed

positions, facing my legs to the left and sitting on my feet.
Sure enough,
she changed too, leaning on the right arm of the couch casually
while she
talked.

I didn’t know what to think or do. There was a lesbian in my
house!
How would I get rid of her, without hurting her feelings? What
if she
tried to rape me? What would I say if she propositioned me?
“Is something wrong?” Marlene suddenly asked, noticing that I
had
stopped talking.

“I just realized that I forgot to put on underwear,” I heard
myself
say, not knowing why I said it. “It must be terribly
embarrassing for you.
I’ll slip some on right away,” I said, jumping to my feet.
“Are you kidding? In your own house? Why bother, there’s nobody
here
but us girls?”
“But I really should,” I said nervously.
“No, come on, the movie is getting to the juicy part. You
don’t want

to miss it,” she said with a pretty smile. I know I should have
ignored
her and gotten dressed, then that would have been the end of it.
But it
was the thought of it, I was attractive to another woman. The
thought was
new, and frankly a little exciting. I glanced at her legs,
really noticing
them for the first time. She was wearing a short levi skirt,
with a slit
up the side. Her legs were strong and well-tanned. I could just
see the
white crotch of her panties showing. It’s funny that I never
noticed such
things before. Do women unconsciously advertise themselves like
that? I
don’t think I ever did.

“Shelly?”
“Huh,” I said, coming back to the real world again. I
realized in
complete horror that I had been staring at her panties for
several minutes.
Oh shit, what if she got the wrong idea? I also realized that I
was
getting horny. I was getting myself all worked up. If I didn’t
stop I
would have to finger myself in the bathroom before too long.
“I said the movie is really explicit. Are you sure you want to
see
such things?”

I looked at the movie and realized that it was a lesbian
scene. One
woman was eating another, while a third spied on them through a
curtain.
Oh God, here was my chance. I suddenly knew what I wanted,
and if I
went about this carefully, I could be satisfied in the next hour
or so.
After a good round of sex the next two months would be a
breeze.
“I… I kind of like these scenes, I can learn a lot from
them. They
say that only a woman knows how to make love to another woman,” I
said with

a shaky smile, turning red while I said it.
“Boy, that must have been hard to say,” she said with a
smile.
“Huh?”
“I know you’re not a lesbian, Shelly, it’s obvious to anybody
who is.
I’m bi, not a real lesbian, by the way,” she said calmly.
“Oh, boy, this is really hard,” I said, shaking and laughing
nervously.
“I know it is. You’re a sweet girl and if you need a little
sex to get

you through, I’ll be happy to help you out. Afterwards, I’ll
just go away,
if you want, and you’ll never see me again. You don’t need to be
nervous.”
“Oh yes I do,” I said in a gush of words. “I wouldn’t even
know how to
start,” I laughed nervously again and covered my mouth to keep
from saying
anything else stupid.
“Well since the chair isn’t big enough for both of us, I
suggest you
come sit by me,” she patted the couch next to her.
“I don’t think my legs will work,” I laughed. When I stood I
found I

was almost right. My heart was beating wildly, my whole body was
shaking,
and my legs were so weak I was afraid that I would fall down on
the way
around the coffee table.
I found myself sitting next to Marlene as if I were in a
dream. Was I
really sitting next to a girl who would eat me like the girls on
TV were?
The room seemed especially bright and stuffy.
Marlene was so beautiful. She had jet black hair, a very
creamy
complexion, and a nice tan where it showed. She was beautiful.
I guessed

that she was about eighteen, maybe a year younger than me.
“You don’t have to look at me like that,” she said with a
little laugh.
“Like what?”
“Like you were a bad girl and I had the stick. This doesn’t
hurt, you
know?”
“I’m sorry. My brain is working at a mile a minute. I’m so
damned
scared, Marlene.”

“It’s kind of like your first date, isn’t it?” she asked
while she
calmly put her hand on my leg near the knee and rubbed it gently.
I felt
tingles, jolts, and fire coming from that small contact. I was
so… I was
scared shitless.
“MMMarlene, if we don’t do something quickly, I think I’ll
die from a
heart attack,” I said, shaking noticeably.
“Are you up to a kiss?”

“With you?” I asked in horror.
“Maybe not,” she said. “How about if I just kiss your neck?”
she
asked, leaning down to kiss the left side of my neck. I closed
my eyes,
feeling fire spreading through my body. I suddenly turned limp
and had to
lean against the back of the couch. I could smell her perfume
and feel her
hair against my cheek. Her lips were burning me up. My nipples
were so
hard, they were poking through my dress. I opened my eyes and
looked down
at the face kissing my neck. Marlene had her eyes open. She
glanced up

and suddenly pulled back a little.
“Did you like that?” she asked with her face four inches from
my own.
I surged forward and put my lips against hers. Before I knew it
we each
had our hands behind the other’s head and we were kissing like we
had never
been kissed before. I fenced with her tongue desperately,
sucking at her
sweet mouth like I had never kissed a man. Our breasts were
touching and I
could feel her hard nipples digging into the soft skin of my
breasts. I
was so turned on that I knew I would die. I tried to inhale
Marlene. I

wanted to crawl up inside her.
We kissed for hours, days, weeks, then we finally broke the
kiss and
sat with our foreheads pressed together. Marlene gently opened
the top
buttons on my dress and pulled the material aside. I had great
tits, I
knew it and everyone else knew it. But it had never seemed
important until
now. We each stared down at my breasts while her fingers gently
explored
the firm globes, carefully avoiding the nipples. My tits burned
everywhere
that her fingers touched. In a moment both of her hands were
gently

feeling my tits, every so softly and knowingly. I was melting
like hot wax
on a stove.
“I need to lay down,” I said shakily.
“Great,” she said and helped me lay back on the couch. Her
fingers
opened a few more buttons and I watched, mesmerized as her face
approached
my right breast, hesitated for a moment, then she began kissing
my soft
tit. I gasped at the fire her kiss sent down my chest, through
my stomach,
and directly to my sopping wet pussy. She licked under my firm
globe

first, then she licked between my tits and finally, after an
eternity, she
placed her warm lips over my nipple and began sucking. I
gasped,
stiffened, and immediately had an orgasm. She continued to suck,
watching
my face until the orgasm passed.
“That’s one,” she said with a smile.
“One is all I ever have,” I said regretfully.
“Want to bet? I guarantee no less than four orgasms in the
next two

hours.”
“You’re kidding?” I gasped, trying to grasp such a new
concept. “I’ll
die,” I said.
“Nope, but you’ll be in heaven,” she said and started sucking
on my
right breast while she tweaked the nipple on the left one with
soft
fingers. I knew right off that I wasn’t going to have another
orgasm from
her sucking my tits, and apparently she figured it out too. She
moved down
between my tits and licked the salt from beneath them, then with
deaf

fingers she undid more buttons until my dress lay open and slid
down to my
sides.
I was laying completely naked, vulnerable to her loving
attack. And it
was an attack, make no mistake about that. As she drew closer to
my
abdomen she began licking and kissing almost savagely. I knew
she was
getting really turned on too.
She slid down past my knee and up between my legs. I looked
down,
afraid that she would find me strange or ugly down there. After
all, I had

never had a woman’s appraisal before. But apparently everything
was
normal, because she kissed her way from my knee to my inner thigh
without
comment.
“Boy, Shelly, you’re wet,” she said. I was totally
embarrassed.
“Do you want me to get cleaned up?” I asked
self-consciously.
“Not on your life, girl, I’ve earned this feast. Now open up
and let a
pro clean you,” she said, forcing my legs open wider.

I had to see it. There was no way I would miss looking at
another
woman’s face between my legs. After all, I had never even
considered such
a thing earlier tonight, now it was happening. I planned to
memorize each
little detail for those long nights when Stan was too tired.

I pulled my dress up until it was laying on my abdomen and I
could see
Marlene’s face. It was worth watching. Marlene extended her
tongue while
she made eye contact with me, then gently pushed it inside the
folds of my
wet mound. I gasped and stiffened up as it slid deep inside my
vulva, then

back out again to slice through my wet folds of pussy flesh. I
felt every
minute detail, even the slightest pressure or movement was
telegraphed to
my brain as an electric shock.
“Oh shit, Marlene, it’s been so long. You can’t believe how
good that
feels,” I managed to get the shaky words out one gasp at a
time.
“You are delicious, girl. I wouldn’t have missed this for
the world,”
she mumbled with my pussy still in her mouth.
“You look so beautiful down there, I will always remember
this,” I

gasped again, mashing my tits as I humped my sex against her
face.
“I think you’re ready for the second orgasm,” she smiled and
changed
positions slightly. She dropped her mouth and cupped it over my
pussy,
then began sucking while her tongue flashed over my clit. My
orgasm was
almost instantaneous. I stiffened under her attack, felt the
fire boiling
in my loins, and before I knew it I was screaming at the ceiling
while I
mashed my tits unmercifully.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” I screamed as she continued
sucking my pussy

while I came. Just as my pussy turned sensitive, she held her
mouth still
and watched my face. She was still applying the suction to my
mound, but
thankfully, she wasn’t moving. It took me a long time to come
down off
that one, she had sent me through the ceiling.
“I want to kiss you and taste my own juice,” I gasped,
reaching for
her. She complied with a smile, surging forward and laying atop
my body.
We kissed for a long time, then I licked my juices from her
beautiful young
face.

“I want to do you,” I said bravely as we laid with our faces
almost
touching.
“Not yet, you still have two orgasm to go,” she reminded
me.
“I don’t care about them, I just want to taste you.”
“Nope, not yet, you really aren’t ready,” she said with a
smile and
slid back down my body. “Now roll over on your stomach,” she
said, giving
my leg a slap.

“On my stomach?” I asked while I rolled over. “Why?”
“I’m going to do your ass,” she said, already putting her
words into
actions. Before I could object I felt her face between the crack
of my
ass. Her tongue pressed against my anus and tickled it. I gave
a little
scream and let my face fall into the couch cushions to smother
the noise.
She pulled my ass cheeks apart and shoved her tongue against my
pink ring,
pushing persistently until I felt my ass starting to relax. The
tongue
slid part way in and I automatically clenched up my muscles. She
slapped

my ass without talking, and I tried to relax. In a moment it
made it’s way
in a little farther. She wiggled and pressed this way and that
until the
tongue made it’s way in more. Her tongue was probably only
inside me for a
half inch or so, but it felt huge. I was just getting used to
the feeling
when her hand suddenly went to my wet little pussy and her thumb
stroked my
clit. I felt another orgasm building, but I tried to suppress
it, both to
prove her wrong, and to prolong the wonderful feeling. I had
never had my
ass reamed. Stan never even considered such an idea, but a woman
was
actually doing it to me. Oh how wonderful it felt. It was
creating fires

where I never knew I could feel them, mostly in the area inside
my ass,
near my backbone.
With a mighty effort, Marlene shoved her tongue the rest of
the way
inside my ass and started snaking it around inside me. I had
never felt so
filled up down there, or so hot. I could feel everything her
cheeks, her
nose, and that wonderful tongue, now inside me. Before I knew it
I was
pushing my ass back against her face to meet her tongue. It must
have
hurt, but she didn’t complain. I heard a funny grunting sound,
and

suddenly realized that it was me, grunting in time with her thumb
massaging
my clit. I was having my orgasm. I tried desperately to stop
it, but that
seemed to make me burn even more.
“I’m going to come again!” I screamed, looking over my
shoulder at
Marlene. It was disgusting to see her face buried in my ass,
and
absolutely wonderful. I would never forget it.
“Eat my sweet ass, Marlene. Make me come so I can eat
yours,” I
begged. My begging turned into a scream as the orgasm struck
with full

strength. I screamed and screamed with my face buried in the
couch cushion
so I could let it all out without the neighbors hearing me. I
panted and
grunted and still her tongue continued to ream my ass. I could
feel my ass
clenching around her tongue, trying to rip it from her mouth.

Her thumb finally stilled on my clit, and then her tongue
stopped
inside my ass. She continued to hold it there inside me, waiting
until I
was less sensitive to pull it out. When she slowly withdrew it I
almost
had another orgasm. I wilted lifelessly on the couch, unable to
move.

“You have the sweetest little ass I have ever eaten,” she
said from
beside my ear.
“Oh don’t say that, it was disgusting,” I said, without
opening my
eyes.
“Would you like it eaten again?” she asked enticingly.
“Oh yes, a hundred times,” I said, opening my eyes and
smiling at her.
“What’s next?”

“Next we have a drink and relax,” she said, sliding my body
over to sit
on the couch. “My tongue is tired and the next orgasm will be
the
hardest.”
“Then can I do you next?” I asked hopefully.
“Well sort of, it’s a mutual kind of thing. But first I need
to brush
my teeth and have that drink.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said, looking at her mouth.

“Stan has a lot of alcohol, I don’t drink anything but wine,
so I don’t
know much about it,” I jumped to my feet and went to the bar.
She was
already heading for the bathroom. I made a sloe gin fizz, which
was easy
enough, it had the directions on the back of the bottle. As
an
afterthought, I decided to make one for myself.
I knew she was planning on doing a 69 next, I had seen them
on TV. I
couldn’t wait. But that wasn’t exactly what she planned.
“Do you have any vibrators, Shelly?”

“God no, I wouldn’t mind having one, but I’d never buy one.
Somebody
might recognize me.”
“Whoa, girl, you’re behind the times. You can pick one up at
any drug
store. Of course they call them back massagers, but look at the
design
some time. Never mind, you must have carrots or cucumbers.”
“Sure, I have a big bag of carrots. I like to dip them in
Russian
dressing.”
“That’s not what I plan on dipping it in.”

“You’re going to do something kinky with a carrot?”
“Think about it, Shelly, long, stiff and smooth?”
“Oh, yeah. I never thought about it before. In the fridge
on the
bottom drawer. If you need a peeler it’s in the drawer beside
the fridge.”
“Thanks, I will,” she called from the other room. I heard
her banging
around in the kitchen, while I drank my gin. It went right to my
stomach,
and my pussy. What a rush, instant horniness. I bet they never
advertised

that side effect before.
As I fixed my second drink I heard the microwave ding.
“What in the world are you doing, Marlene?”
“Do you want a cold carrot shoved up your pussy,” she asked
waving a
smoothly pealed carrot in each hand.
“No.”
“Ok then,” she handed me one carrot and accepted the drink.

“I had one already,” I said with a sly smile.
“Gin is an instant turn-on, great choice,” she said and
sipped her
drink.
“I found that out. Are we going to sixty-nine now,” I asked
in
anticipation.
“Absolutely. The best sexual position in the world. Of
course it

works better for a man and a woman, but if the bottom girl props
her head
up with a pillow, she can eat forever. You get a big come that
way, since
you are concentrating on pleasing the other person. It kind of
prolongs
the session.”
“Marlene, you have made me come three times and you haven’t
even taken
your clothes off. Can I do it while you drink?”
“Sure, knock yourself out,” she said, waving her nearly empty
glass. I
immediately sank to my knees in front of her. I undid the snap
on her levi

skirt, unzipped it, and it slid down her legs, dropping in a pile
around
her feet. Her white cotton panties were soaking wet. I touched
the wet
spot with my finger and slid it in my mouth.
“Oh, shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said in a
shuddering
voice.
“I can’t believe a beautiful woman like you has never been
hit on
before.”
I smiled up at her with a shrug, then stood to lift her top.
She

raised her arms while I pulled it over her head, and the now
empty glass.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her breast. The tatoo was a
butterfly, the
rest of her breasts were absolutely perfect. I knew how rare it
was for
two women with perfect, firm tits to be in the same room
together. Neither
of us had implants, at least no scars showed on Marlene.
“How can something so simple be so perfect?” I asked in awe.
“I’ve
never touched another woman’s breasts before,” I said, extending
shaking
hands. I paused just before reaching my goal, then firmly
planted both

hands on a full breast. It felt so wonderful. I moved closer
and put my
lips around one erect nipple. I closed my eyes, totally enjoying
the
feeling of the firm nipple between my lips.
Marlene moaned, then put one hand behind my head and drew me
back with
her as she sat on the couch. I licked the firm globe, tasting
the salt
from the sweat of her body. The feeling and taste of another
woman’s
breast was very erotic. I bathed both of her breasts, capturing
all the
salt I could find on and under each one, then concentrated on
sucking the

other nipple to extreme hardness. Marlene was laying against the
arm of
the couch, panting loudly with her eyes closed.
I raised up and rotated my fingers over each nipple while I
looked down
the length of the beautiful girl’s body. She was a girl, barely
eighteen
at the most. She had a slender, washboard stomach, rounded hips,
and the
longest, slenderest legs I have ever seen.
I took my hands off her nipples and smoothed them down both
sides of
her body, to each hip. I bent down and kissed her stomach, then
moved to

her belly button. Even from there I could smell the exotic
fragrance of
her pussy. Her panties were even more coated with juices. I
reminded
myself to wash them for her before she left.
I put my hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled
them down, as
I walked beside her body on my knees. I slid them off her feet
with one
hand and brought them to my nose. After inhaling deeply, I
placed the
crotch of her panties in my mouth and sucked the sticky juices
out of the
fabric.

“That is the most wonderful, seductive thing I have ever
seen,” she
whispered, watching me with a slow smile.
“What’s that?” I asked softly.
“Watching a first-timer tasting my juice and enjoying it.
Women are
very vain and anxious with their clothes off. They always worry
about what
the other woman will think. You are absolutely delicious, by the
way.”
“I think you are too,” I said in embarrassment, “but I need
to taste

you at the source.”
“Be my guest,” she spread her legs, letting one rest on the
floor while
she put the other near the back of the couch.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I almost screamed and moved
between
her legs. I let the panties fall to the floor and gently
massaged each
perfect leg. They were so long! I moved closer to her pussy,
put my hands
on her thighs, and bent forward to taste.
When my tongue touched her pussy she gave a little cry. I
looked at

her for a moment, then placed my lips over her pussy and began
sucking and
licking. Marlene gasped and stiffened, then reached down to pull
my head
into her crotch. I moved my nose upward so I could breath, then
ate
Marlene with a vengeance. I immediately went to her clit and
began licking
it. She squealed and stiffened on the couch, rotating her pussy
against my
feasting mouth. I ignored the small amount of pain her pelvis
caused as it
crushed my lips. I put my lips around her clit and sucked it
from it’s
envelop, then rubbed it vigorously with my tongue.
Marlene jerked upright on the couch. “No, not yet, Shelly.
Suck my

juices and lick the fold of skin first. I don’t want to come
yet.”
I wasn’t sure where the juices came from, but I lowered my
mouth to her
vulva, spread her pussy apart until the dark, steamy hole was
open, the
pressed my lips against it and sucked. “Oh yes, drink me,”
Marlene
whispered harshly. “Drink my nectar, drain my little peach dry,
Shelly.”
My mouth filled with so much juice that I wasn’t sure that I
liked it,
at first. It had a funny taste and was a little slimy. But
after
swallowing the first mouth full of Marlene’s fluids, I found less
juice and

could really appreciate it more.
“No more, you’re hurting me,” Marlene gasped. I realized
that I had
been sucking rather savagely to get every last drop of syrup from
her
loins. I didn’t mean to hurt her.
“Lick the outer folds of skin,” she said with an
understanding smile.
I reluctantly moved my mouth back up and started licking,
with my mouth
less than an inch from her steamy mound. I tried to lick like a
dog, but I

couldn’t. I pressed my open mouth over her pussy and gave it a
full kiss
as my tongue continued to explore her wet folds of flesh. It was
the most
wonderful moment of my life. I vowed to never forget the
feeling, the
consuming passion, and the alienness of my first time eating
another
woman’s pussy. It was so wonderful.
“Ok, Shelly,” she pushed my head away. I cried out an
objection, then
saw her grabbing the carrots. “Time to change positions,” she
explained.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.”

My first thought was whether the bedroom was clean or not,
but my pussy
was burning up and I really didn’t care. I just wanted to eat
and be
eaten.
I dove on the bed and rolled over to watch her stroll up to
the bed.
She was amazing, totally confident and poised, even while naked.
That was
hard. Most women tended to hide themselves. Marlene fell on the
bed and
rolled over to face me. She handed me a carrot with a smile.
“Know what to do with one of these?”

“Dip it?”
“That’s right. Dip it just as far as it will go.”
“It’s rubbery,” I said, shaking mine to make it wiggle. It
really was
a lot like a prick.
“That’s the microwave, it can turn anything to rubber in just
a few
minutes. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes.”

“You want the top, or the bottom?”
“I don’t know,” I said uncertainly.
“Ok, you take the bottom. First you need to double a pillow
up under
your head.”
“Why?”
“To hold it up. Otherwise your neck will be killing you in
minutes,”

she said while folding the pillow under my head. After a quick
kiss she
changed positions. I saw the pussy coming down to meet my face
and I
lunged up off the bed to meet it. Of course the pillow unfolded
and left
me laying too low. I quickly refolded it before she lowered her
pussy to
my mouth. I immediately began licking her clit, while I gently
worked the
carrot into her steamy hole. After several tries it was
lubricated enough
to slide inside without hurting her. To my utter delight, I
could feel her
doing the same thing down in my pussy. This was so wonderful.
No wonder
lesbians loved this position. It was like a mirror. What she
did, I did.

For a moment I had the feeling that my own pussy was in my mouth
and I was
shoving a carrot deep inside myself.
With no fooling around Marlene suddenly began licking my clit
with
short, vicious strokes of her stiff tongue. I forgot to repay
this
kindness for a moment as I buried my face against her thigh and
simply
enjoyed the feeling. The carrot was sliding deeper than I had
ever felt
anything inside me. Occasionally it felt like it was hitting
something,
and the extra contact drove me completely wild. I stroked the
carrot in

and out of Marlene while I renewed my attack on her clit. My
eyes went to
her puckered anus, but it was too far away for me to
experiment.
My entire body was shaking now, not from nervousness, but
from building
passion. I loved every single little thing about this new
lovemaking
session with Marlene. I loved feeling her soft skin against my
stomach,
her tits digging into my abdomen, and the soft feeling of her
hair on my
inner thighs.
On my end I was finding her pussy absolutely delicious. I
couldn’t get

enough of that sweet young girl. Her firm legs were pressed
against the
sides of my face. Her ass looked so firm and inviting. I
reached up with
my left hand and squeezed one firm cheek. It was absolutely
hard, firm as
hell. I moved my hand down and massaged her left leg with loving
strokes.
I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to eat her for a moment,
and
returned to lavishing loving strokes to her sweet little bud.
The carrot was coated with slick juices and white foam. I was
afraid
it would slip out of my hand and get lost inside her. I dug my
fingernails
into the sides of the carrot and plunged it in as far as it would
go. She

stiffened up, but didn’t complain.
I felt a burning inside me that frightened me, at first.
Then I
realized it was an orgasm, but one so completely different from
what I’d
had before that I didn’t recognize it. It started with a deep,
burning
fire farther up than my pussy. As it built I realized that it
was a raging
orgasm that would involve my entire body.
As I whimpered and ate Marlene furiously, I plunged the
carrot in and
out with blinding speed. She did the same to me. I felt her
pull the

folds of my pussy out with her teeth, then take the clit in her
teeth and
nibble it. I sucked her’s into my mouth and nursed on it as I
would a
nipple. It was hard and hot between my lips, just like a tiny
prick.
Then the waves of orgasm began filling my loins and exploding
in my
pussy. I forced my pussy up to meet her mouth and grunted,
finding it hard
to continue eating Marlene when my pussy was being ripped apart.
I finally
pulled the carrot out and tossed it aside, then grabbed both
cheeks of her
as and mashed my mouth against her pussy, sucking and tongue
furiously as I

came hard.
It took me a few moments to realize that Marlene was mashing
her sex
against my mouth because she was coming too. I don’t know how
she held off
so long. I used her pussy as a cushion, screaming into it to
muffle the
sound. I moved my face back and forth, pressing my tongue hard
against her
pussy while I sucked. Her pussy was banging against my face in
time with
her grunts of passion. I rode out her bucking ride, trying to
keep my
mouth in contact with the wild, spasming pussy.

As my own orgasm eased off she rested with her open mouth on
my pussy,
muffling her own screams of passion. When we were both through
we were too
tired to do more than lay there panting. Finally Marlene rolled
off of me
and lay hugging my leg. I turned and kissed hers, then held it
too. The
carrot slowly slid out of my pussy and dropped to the floor
between my
legs.
“I’ll never be able to look at a carrot the same again,” I
said with a
giggle.

Marlene became my best friend, of course and she spent most
of the next
two months with me. We met for short periods when Stan was in
port, but
really looked forward to him leaving. All he knew about Marlene
was that
she was my “cute” friend. I only hope that she will always be
there when I
need her. Every woman needs a friend like Marlene.

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