by dgowre 04/05/13
Jenny kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth, meeting my own tongue thrusting back. Her hands were still touching my breasts, teasing my nipples, so I reached out to feel her small cone shaped breasts with their long pointed nipples, the first breasts, other than my own, that I had ever touched and they felt so very, very wonderful. She moaned in my mouth, again and again.
We were both on our knees, close together. She released one of my breasts and I felt a hand on the fur between my legs, the fingers probing until they found my slick, wet slit, caressing my clitoris, making me moan loudly in excitement, moving further, further, fingers probing into me then deep inside my body.
I reached out between Jenny's legs to find that she was smooth, no hair at all, her lips swollen, wet and slick. Her body quivered as I stroked and rubbed her. I did what I do to myself when I masturbate, which is fairly often, the only sexual outlet I have had since my Richard died two years ago. Until tonight, that is.
Jenny played me like a guitar. I was shaking, quivering, moaning, whining as her fingers slid in and out, driving me to distraction while I caressed her small, firm, wet body, rubbed her clitoris, felt her respond as I was responding.
We came simultaneously, cum flowing, spraying from our cunts, groaning, screaming, bucking, jolting, oh God, oh God, it had been been so long, so very, very long since I came. I was so happy that Jenny seemed to be experiencing the same pleasure that I was having.
We collapsed into each other's arms. I held Jenny's small body against mine, kissing her face, her eyes, her mouth, her neck. What was I doing? I had just made love, passionate love to a girl, a girl less than half my age and I had loved it, loved it, loved, loved, loved it, loved the feel of her, the sensation of her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my breasts, her hard, pointy nipples digging into my breasts.
Jenny pulled away from me. "I was your first woman, wasn't I?" she panted.
"Oh dear," I replied, "was it that obvious?"
"You were sweet, Diana." said Jenny smiling, climbed to her knees, straddled me and clasped and kneaded my my breasts, their nipples still hard. "You're such a beautiful woman, you drive me wild, have since I first saw you. Just look at these wonderful breasts, so big, so soft and your nipples are to die for. I just want to stroke them, caress them."
"You're very welcome," I gasped, loving the sensations flooding through me. I reached up and stroked Jenny's small breasts, felt her nipples grow under my fingers. "You know," I whispered, "I've never been with a woman until tonight, but the moment I saw you I knew absolutely that you excited the hell out of me and I couldn't wait to get my hands on you. My juices were flowing from the moment we met and I was so afraid that you would smell them pooling between my legs."
Jenny grinned and whispered "I did, and you smelled wonderful. You have no idea how hard I had to struggle to keep my hands off you."
I knew that I was blushing furiously, but was feeling so happy that I decided to take things to the next level. "Jenny, when I was married, my husband loved to go down on me, to lick and suck me. Will you let me do it to you so that I can find out what he liked so much? Please?"
Jenny looked at me, stroked my face, squirmed up my body and turned so that she was straddling my face.
I looked up at my first ever view of a cunt, wet, slick, distended lips, split apart, feathery inner lips hanging, waiting for my mouth, my tongue. It was so very, very, beautiful and I wanted it. I reached up, grasped Jenny's hips and pulled it down.
Jenny spread her knees and the wetness of her cunt descended to cover my nose and open mouth, filling both with her juices.
I was entranced with the experience, sucked the juices, swallowed. Now I knew what Richard loved so much. But wait, Jenny leaned forward, I felt hot breath on my own cunt, lips, a tongue, closing over my wet, slick slit, probing, sucking, just as I was doing. Oh God it felt so good, so very, very good, it had been so long. I turned my head a little, drew a breath, sought out and fond the hard little shaft of Jenny's clitoris, sucked it into my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, reveling in the fact that Jenny was doing the same to mine. Stomachs fluttered, pressure built, orgasm approached until suddenly, at the peak of sensation, dams broke, cum splashed, we coughed and spluttered, our faces running with liquid sex.
Jenny climbed off, turned, fell into my arms and gasped into my ear "So, lover, was that what you thought it was going to be?"
"No, dear," I panted back, "it was a thousand times better. I never in my life imagined doing anything like that and when you went down on me I thought I was going to explode. Wait, I did explode, but so did you." and we both giggled loudly. "Thank you so much, Jenny, I think that without you I'd never have experienced the joy of what we've just done. Thank you! I just hope I haven't disappointed you, my dear, that would break my heart."
Jenny took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue again plumbing the depths of my mouth then replied. "Dear Diana, you couldn't disappoint me if you tried. I knew from the first time I saw you that you were a very special person, that I simply had to get to know you and that you would play a big part in my life. I want to know everything about you and spend time with you. I want to enjoy your body and give you mine. May I? Please, Diana?"
"I've met you only twice," I whispered, "but I've become so very fond of you, Jenny dear, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you, not being with you, but have you thought about this? Not only am I a middle aged woman but we're going to have to be very, very careful. Susie is a dear, dear girl, a wonderful daughter and I love her dearly but I'd be prepared to bet that she wouldn't understand us. If she came in right now, this room positively reeks of sex. I love it and so do you, but she might not. It doesn't help that you share a room, but I'm sure we'll figure out a way."
We embraced, gently, lovingly. We were so different. I was a substantial, middle-aged woman she was a small, young woman, but they do say that opposites attract, so why shouldn't we be happy, at least for now. Happiness should be grabbed by the throat at every opportunity. There's not so much of it in the world that we could afford to ignore it when it's offered.
We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke rested in the early morning. My eyes opened and memories of the previous night came flooding back. I realized that I was happier than I had been in a very long time. Jenny muttered in her sleep and snuggled closer. This felt so good, the feeling of her skin against mine, that this beautiful little girl would want to be with me.
I disentangled from her warm body and relieved myself in my bathroom. When I returned, Jenny was on her back, legs spread, so I climbed between them, looked at the beautiful, smooth folds of her cunt lips. They were dry, needed moistening, so I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along their length, the tip slipping into the slit between those beautiful lips. Her lips got wetter, swelled, split apart and began to provide their own moisture, more and more until they were wet and slick. Jenny's breathing became harsher, a hand touched the top of my head, her breathing changed to moans, building in intensity until I clamped my lips down on her clitoris and she arced off the bed, screaming, spilling cum as she exploded in a huge climax.
I licked her until she began to calm down, wormed my way up her body and looked into her face, my cum-smeared face breaking into a huge smile.
"Good morning, my darling! I whispered grinning down at her, "wake up sleepyhead"
"Oh God," she gasped, "I've created a monster!"
"And you're glad you did!" I whispered as she licked my face clean of her cum.
She finished and we lay side by side, close, looking at each other. "When did you know you liked women, Jenny?" I asked " and do you only like women?"
"I must have been 14 when I began to realize," she replied, " but it wasn't until I was 18 and actually went out with a boy that I knew for sure that I didn't like boys at all. Since then I've only been out with women, not that there have been that many."
"So what made you pick an old woman like me, my dear? I'm no catch for anyone?"
Jenny looked at me, her face crumbled and she began to cry, "I didn't 'pick' you, Diana, I just knew from the moment I first saw you that I wanted to become your friend and more than your friend. It was something over which I had no control. I saw you, I wanted you, it's as simple as that."
I folded her into my arms, kissed her eyes, kissed her tears, "I'm so sorry I questioned you, dear Jenny, you have no idea how happy I am to have you with me. Please forgive me."
She kissed me, her eyes sparkling, "I would forgive you anything, dear, anything at all." and we lay there, relaxed, happy, just looking and touching. "Tell me something about you, Diana. I would love to know more about you."
"My life has been relatively uninteresting, Jenny. I was actually born in this house then inherited it when my parents died. My husband, Richard, was my high school sweetheart. He's the only man I ever made love to in my life and we lived here together until he died two years ago. Susie, as you know, was born 21 years ago, and that's my life."
"No-one in the last two years?"
"No-one. I just didn't meet anyone who appealed to me. Until you, and that was totally unexpected." and I giggled. "If anyone had told me yesterday morning that I would be making love to another woman, and loving it, I would probably have fallen over laughing. Then you knock at my door and, if I'm being totally honest about this, I just couldn't wait to get into your panties."
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