Mirrorshades Part Two  (solo, FF)


Things went on as normal for a little while.  I didn't hear anything
more about Molly and pretty soon, Janey had found a new girlfriend and
things started to settle down.

Janey was out of town, staying at her new girlfriend's parents'
vacation house, so I was trying to catch up on housework one Saturday.
I decided to get the worst of it out of the way first and went to
clean up Janey's room.  In addition to being a little on the flighty
side, she was a slob.  Keep in mind that I say that as a mother.  I
love her dearly and I love her carefree spirit.

But it makes for one hell of a spring cleaning.

I was trying to organize some of the boxes in her closet (sometimes a
cigar's just a cigar!) when I came across a shoe box I hadn't seen
before.  I opened it up and found several envelopes of photos.  I knew
I shouldn't be looking through Janey's stuff like this, but curiosity
got the better of me this time and I took the pictures out.

Imagine my suprise to find nude photos of Molly!  Well, not exactly
nude.  For some reason, she still had those mirrorshades of hers on.
And in the first couple, she was wearing a sexy black teddy with lace
and a tiny pair of matching panties made completely of see-through
lace.  The panties were sandwiched in the folds of her pussy.  I could
see her lips were shaved clean and through the panties I also saw
bare, pale skin where her bush would have been.

The pictures got racier as I went through the stack.  Molly was
pinching her nipples through the thin satiny material and rubbing her
bald pussy through the flimsy lace.  I could feel a little moisture
between my legs, growing as I flipped through the dirty pictures my
daughter had taken.  The next one made me gasp.  Molly had taken off
her teddy and lay spread eagle on Janey's bed, giving me a view of the
most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.  Her skin was a milky color,
so pale and soft-looking.  I could see blue veins beneath the surface,
even in these badly lit pictures.

There were a few pictures of her rubbing her pussy through her panties
and then a shot of her standing, bending all the way down at the
waist, the panties suddenly at her ankles, looking up at the camera
with a smile on her face that could have melted ice.

The crotch of my own panties was getting wetter by the second, it
seemed.  I felt warm all over.  I decided not to look at the rest of
the pictures.

Not until I could get my clothes off, anyway.


So I brought the whole stack, at least two rolls worth, with me to my
bedroom and set them down on my nightstand while I clumsily took off
my dirty t-shirt and sweatpants.  I didn't even stop to look in the
mirror this time before I pulled my panties off and threw them in the
floor.  Luckily, I was just kicking around the house, so I hadn't
bothered to wear a bra.

I practically jumped into bed and clutched the pictures like a kid
with candy.  I didn't waste any time, I needed to get off bad.  What I
was doing was so outrageous and looking at Molly's beautiful young
body had me so turned on, I needed to cum quick.

I shoved two fingers inside myself.  They slid in with a wet noise
which I drowned out with a throaty moan.  I bucked my hips against my
hand and trembled and before I even knew what was happening, I came
with a yell.

I lay there catching my breath for a second.  Then I began to look at
the pictures as I stroked myself again.  I rarely masturbated twice in
a row like this, but I was so turned on I knew one orgasm just wasn't
going to do it, no matter how good it was.  So having got a little
release, I was free to take my time.

In the pictures, Molly had lay back down on the bed and was
masturbating for the camera.  Her back was arched and her mouth was
open wide, the film forever capturing a moan of ecstasy I almost
imagined I could hear.  I rubbed myself the same way Molly had in the
pictures, my hand working until it cramped and I had to switch.  I
wiped my hand quickly on my belly before I grabbed the pictures with
it and put my left hand in its place.  My left hand felt warm and dry
against my sensitive skin.  I felt warm all over, actually.  My belly
was tingling and my cum was all over the insides of my thighs and was
oozing down my butt to my sheets.  I was wriggling my ass in a large,
warm wet spot.

Molly was rubbing her pussy furiously in the pictures.  She had three
fingers shoved deep inside herself and her pinky jutted out towards
the camera, almost obscene in its own right, her butt raised up off
the freshly-stained sheets.  I briefly flashed back to Janey washing
her sheets while I was at work a couple of weeks ago, just taking them
out of the dryer as I got home.  Now I knew what that was about.

The pictures now showed Molly collapsed on the bed, a smile all over
her small face, her cheeks flushed and sweat all over her forehead and
chest.  Then the next pictures showed her bringing her wet hand up to
her mouth and licking it clean!

Right there, I got so excited I began to feel that familiar tremble in
my belly, spreading warmth lower into my body.  I could feel my pussy
begin to contract.  I plunged in three fingers just as I had seen
Molly do, and came all over my hand.

Then, still staring at the shocking picture of Molly licking herself
clean, I did something I had never done before, something I thought of
as nasty up until now.  I tasted my own pussy juice.  I gingerly put
my tongue on my glistening finger, almost as if expecting an
electrical shock or to violently get sick to my stomach.

Of course, neither happened.  What did happen was that my tongue was
greeted with a warm, sweet liquid.  Suddenly, my nostrils filled with
the musky scent and my mouth with the taste.  My eyes rolled up in
their sockets as I delighted in my taste.  I licked my fingers clean,
getting every bit of my lubrication off my hand

I felt so warm and relaxed that I fell asleep like that.  The pictures
in one hand, the other hand fell to my side.  I woke up to the sound
of my door being opened.

I looked up, startled and saw Molly stepping into my bedroom.  She
stepped on my panties!  "Why, what's this," she asked as she bent down
to pick up my underwear.  "It looks like somebody is not picking up
after herself."  She walked hesitantly towards my bed, towards the
sound of my heavy breathing, maybe even towards my scent.  She bumped
into the side of my bed and stopped there.  She put my panties under
her nose and inhaled deeply.

My eyes grew wide, watching this beautiful young woman sniff my dirty
underwear.  All of a sudden, I had a realization.  She probably had
come to see Janey, maybe even to make up with her.  She thought she
was in Janey's room!

I bolt upright and the words were in my throat, when she grabbed my
mouth with her soft little hand.  How she had known exactly where my
mouth was, I'll never really know.  Her other senses must have been
very acute.  She moved in close and breathed in my ear, "No talking.
I'm not here to talk."  Even though her breath was warm, it made me
shiver a little, her breathing on my neck like that.  She pushed me
back on the bed and bent over me.  She wore a red satin blouse that
hung halfway down her thighs.  The fabric was thin and, to my delight,
I could see her nipples through it.  As she bent down, I could see
straight down, all the way to the waistband of her black leggings.
Her breasts were very pale, just like in the pictures.  She wasn't
wearing a bra and I could see her excited nipples poking up from the
soft mounds of her breasts.  I could see the blue veins under the
surface of her skin and imagined the blood pumping through them, hot,
red, and wet, nourishing her body's cells.

The thought made me mad with lust.  So when she took her hand from my
mouth and replaced it with her own mouth, I didn't even try to resist
her.  Her lips were sweet and warm.  They had to be the softest lips I
had ever kissed.  I could feel her begin to spread her own lips
slowly, but I didn't wait for her to finish.  I forced her mouth the
rest of the way open with my tongue, wanting to taste her entire
mouth.  It seemed like that kiss lasted forever, of maybe I just
wanted it to.  It was hard to believe, me, french-kissing a beautiful
woman twelve years my junior.

I got a mental image of the two of us.  Me, naked, lying in bed with
this exotic beauty at my bed side, our mouths locked in a passionate
kiss.  I was shocked at myself.  I had never even considered sex with
a woman before Molly.  I hadn't even seriously considered it up until
that very  moment.  It was just a fantasy, something to get me wet
while I worked out a little frustration on my clit.  It was a
beautiful thing that filled my mind when I needed a little bit of
fantasy, but that's all I ever thought it would be.

But now, here I was.  Molly was taking the lead again, stroking my
hair and pulling my head toward her.  I didn't resist her.  I wanted
this to happen.  Part of me felt guilty because I knew Molly was here
to make up with Janey.  She had just happened upon me, instead.  And I
do look a lot like my daughter, so I must feel like her, too, I
suppose.  Besides, wouldn't Sarah have resisted being kissed by a
woman?

Not on your life.  Not when the woman was the one I had been
fantasizing about for months, whose pictures I had just masturbated
to?

The pictures!  Oh my god!  Molly was going to find them.  She was now
sitting on the bed, and the pictures were just inches from her.

I tried to work my way around, not wanting to let go of her mouth, but
still squirming around to get in an angle to grab the pictures.
Finally, I got my hands on them, but before I could do anything with
them, Molly pulled back from my hungry mouth and put her hand right on
the one holding the pictures.  "What's this?"

But she didn't wait for me to speak.  "The pictures, huh?  I'm glad
you like them.  Feeling a little nostalgic, huh?  Or just horny?"

I almost told her.  I couldn't really believe that I didn't, actually.
The words were in my mind, but then they crystallized there.  They
held in place for a brief moment and I could feel the guilt at what I
was letting happen here.  I could imagine the relief that would come
and felt the fear of Molly's reaction.  The girl would probably be
mortified at what she had done if she found out who I was.  The
crystal shattered.  I told myself it was to spare Molly the
embarrassment.

Yeah, right.


I didn't respond to her question.  I could tell by her body language
and her tone, she didn't want me to.  If I spoke, the deal would be
off, anyway.  She would recognize my voice, most likely.  But even if
she didn't, I would blow the mood with anything I said.  So I didn't
respond.  Verbally.

I grabbed Molly around the waist with one hand, and with the fingers
of the other hand buried in her thick, silky hair.  I forced her down,
making her lay on her side, and went down on my side, our lips mashed
together, our tongues probing each others' mouths.

If only I could really describe what her mouth felt like.  I ran my
tongue over her teeth, swirling it over her canines, around the
points.  I caressed the soft underside of her tongue as hers explored
the roof of my mouth.  For some reason, the roof of my mouth is very
sensitive, bordering on ticklish.  Whenever I run my tongue over it,
the sensation stays with me for several minutes after.  But Molly's
tongue was  like holding a live wire in my mouth.  I pulled her head
towards mine as hard as I could to get more of her tongue in me.  It
didn't really work, but I didn't care, either.  What her tongue was
doing to my mouth was working magic on my body.  My eyes squeezed
tight as thrilling waves went up and down my spine.

Molly's hands were all over my naked back.  Her fingers were cool and
felt delicious on my feverish skin.  She stroked my back delicately
with one hand and the moved the other to my right buttock!  That's
when I felt the heat flood my belly.  I gasped, breaking the kiss.
Molly squeezed my ass with her hand and moved the other to the back of
my head to pull me back to her mouth.  I almost resisted, thinking I
had an opportunity to end this.

But I realized I didn't want it to end.  I wanted to make love to her.
I didn't want to just fantasize about it and I sure as hell didn't
want to regret not taking the chance when it offered itself.  And I
knew I would.  I would  never be able to forgive myself if I didn't to
through with this.  I'd feel like a coward.

So I threw myself into it entirely.  I felt like I was on fire, like I
wasn't in control of myself, letting my animal side take over for the
first time.  I began to run my hands up and down Molly's back, feeling
the satiny fabric of her long blouse.  I wanted more, though.  Damn
right, I wanted more.

I ran my hands down as far as I could get them and the started to pull
her shirt up so that I could get my hands under it and touch her skin
like she was doing to me.  Finally, I pulled it up far enough and put
my hands on her back.  God!  It was smoother than the satin!  Her skin
was so silky to the touch.  It was cool, but somehow that made me get
even hotter.  There was something about that coolness that felt right,
comforting, like the way a fan feels on bare skin in the summertime.
It was erotic in its own way.

I didn't get to enjoy the sensation for long before she rolled me over
and pinned me down.  She straddled my stomach and began gently running
her hands over my breasts.  Her touch was so gentle, like nothing I
had ever experienced before.  She cupped my breasts in her small hands
and softly kneaded them.  My hands couldn't reach her back too well
now, so I decided to do something a little different.

I put my hands at the small of her back and slid them underneath her
waistband and under her silky panties and got two handfuls of the
smoothest skin I had ever touched.  I began to knead her round ass
like she was doing to my tits.  She bent down and collapsed on me,
knocking the breath out of me for a minute, even though she hardly
weighed anything.  She moaned into my neck and nuzzled up against me.
She started kissing and licking my neck and shoulders, groaning like a
wounded animal.  "Mmm...  You've never done *that* before," she
whispered huskily into my ear, before she started nibbling on it.

She was driving me wild with her mouth.  But I wanted to take my time,
I wanted to savor every moment of my first time with a woman.  Even
more, I wanted to savor Molly.  This was the girl I had been
fantasizing about for months, the girl who's image was locked into my
mind when I pleasured myself.  I was acting out a fantasy and I wanted
to make it every bit as good as what was in my mind.

Molly moved her mouth down and blew on my nipples.  It was wild!  Her
breath was sweet smelling, warm.  I arched my back into her, shoving
my breasts into her face, offering them to her.  She accepted, thank
goodness.

When her tongue curled around my right nipple I thought I would cum
right then and there, the sensation was divine.  I moaned so loudly
Molly looked up from my breast, her eyebrows curled up in a quizzical
expression above her mirrored sunglasses.  I smiled to let her know I
was alright and then I realized she wouldn't be able to see it, so I
reached down and stroked her cheek with my fingertips, gently
encouraging her to continue.

And continue she did.  Very softly, she bit down on my nipple, her
perfect little teeth delighting me.  With her hand, she began working
on my other nipple, stroking it lightly with her fingertips while she
bit on the one in her mouth, pinching it hard while softly licking the
one between her lips, alternating between harsh and gentle.  The
effect was intense, and soon I was bucking my hips under Molly.

But I couldn't let myself cum so soon.  I pushed Molly's heavenly
mouth away from my breast, as much as I didn't want to.  Something was
bothering me, and in a rush, I realized what it was.

The mirrorshades.  I wanted to look into the eyes of my new lover,
even if she couldn't look into mine.

I touched my hand to the sidepiece on the left of her face, trying to
grab at the glasses, but Molly tensed and grabbed my hand.  "What are
you doing," she asked.  I stroked the side of her face to reassure
her, and ran one fingertip underneath the edge of her glasses to touch
the soft skin under her now-closed eye.  "Oh, I see," she said, and
then laughed at the irony.  "Well, okay."

She moved back from my hand and slowly took off the glasses and opened
her eyes for me.  For a second, I couldn't say anything.  I was
shocked by what I saw.  Staring back at me, dead as glass, were the
most shockingly beautiful green eyes I had ever seen.  Sensing that I
was taken aback, Molly said, "People tell me how beautiful they are.
I like to be left alone, most of the time.  The glasses seem to help."
She fidgeted around a bit, and when I didn't say anything for a few
seconds, she added, "But I was kind of hoping you'd finally want to
see them."

My heart broke for the poor girl.  It was so sad.  I pulled her to me
and kissed her deeply and stroked her hair, feeling her body relax
into mine.  I moved my hands under her and started to unbutton her
blouse.  I was afraid she'd want to stop, but she didn't resist me, in
fact she helped me along, and soon her entire shirt was unbuttoned and
she sat up straight, still straddling me.  I couldn't believe I was
really looking at them in the flesh, the same breasts I had stared at
just a half hour or so ago.  Stared at and masturbated, fantasizing
what I would do if they were there in front of me, for real.

I put my hands on her belly and ran them up her, closing my eyes so I
could concentrate on the messages my nerve endings were sending from
my wandering fingers.  Her skin was soft and covered with soft, fine
hairs, almost imperceptible.  If I hadn't been paying attention, I
would have missed them.  She sighed while I teased her with my hands.
Finally, I reached  the swell of her breasts.  I cupped my hands and
ran them under her tits, loving the way they felt.  I had never
touched another woman's breasts before.  They were like mine in some
ways, but different, too.  My own breasts are still very firm, but
nothing like Molly's.  The texture of her skin was creamy and soft.

I put my hands behind her back and pulled her down.  I opened my eyes
wide, bending my head up as her body came down and brought my tongue
to her breast.  I lapped at it gingerly as Molly's eyes twitched
closed and her mouth went slack.  I stroked and licked her hard little
nipple, then very softly I bit down.  Molly moaned loudly and bucked
her hips against me, arching her back and pushing my face deeper into
her firm breasts.  I took my mouth away from her nipple, letting my
tongue slowly trace its way along the underside of her nipple as I
withdrew my face.  I let a long ribbon of glistening saliva trail from
her nipple to my tongue and watched it as I pulled my head back.

I tenderly caressed her wet nipple as I began on her other breast.
Her breath was getting very shallow and quick, so I sped up to excite
her even more.  It worked, apparently, because soon she pulled back
from me, climbed off on visibly weakened legs and bent down to remove
her black leggings.

The sight of he peeling off her pants was so erotic, I just lay on my
side and watched her, drinking in the vision.  She ran her hands
slowly down her legs as she pushed the tight, stretchy fabric down her
milky thighs, past her knees, over her well-formed calves, down all
the way to her ankles.

Then she twisted at the waist, one hand on the waistband of the pants,
and looked right at me, with that same smile she had wore in the
pictures.  She was deliberately teasing me, I knew that without a
doubt.  The thing was, I wouldn't have had it any other way.  I wanted
this to last, I wanted her to tease me and take her time.

She stood up again, and for a second, she had a shy expression on her
face and I panicked, thinking she was having second thoughts, but then
I saw the corner of her mouth curl back up again.  It was an act, the
shy-girl routine, she was playing with me some more, giving me a
little and then making me think it was about to be over.

It was a lovely little game, I had to admit, but I wanted to get on
with it.  I got up and walked over to Molly.  I put my arms around
her, took her panty-covered ass in both hands, and pulled her into me,
kissing her neck and licking wetly.  She groaned and thrust her hips
against my legs, rubbing herself against my thigh lewdly.  I could
feel the heat between her legs moving up and down.  After a few
seconds, I could start to feel a wet spot growing in the crotch of her
satin panties.

Molly had started kissing her way up and down my neck and behind my
ear, stopping to nibble my earlobe and run he tongue inside my ear.
As she humped up and down on my leg like a dog in heat, she shoved her
right hand between me legs, into my now-sopping pussy and started
rubbing me furiously.  Her hands were small and delicate, her fingers
were slender and quite limber.  Before I could even register what was
happening, she had three fingers inside my body, partly because they
were so slender, partly because my pussy had soaked my entire crotch,
slicking my thighs.

 I was too excited to hold back.  I shrieked in delight and exploded
all over Molly's invading little fingers.  I wobbled on my legs and
fell into Molly, knocking her off balance and into the floor.  I
trembled and shuddered against her body on the floor.  When I realized
what I had done, I started to apologized.  She caught me, putting her
left hand to my mouth.  "Now, now.  You remember what I said?"  Then
she began moving her fingers on my clit again, smiled wickedly and
added, "Or maybe you'd like to stop, now, hmm?"  I shook my head and
she took her hand off my mouth and kissed me tenderly.

"The problem is," she continued, "you got off, but I didn't get to
finish."  I took the hint.  I traced my hand down her body to the
satin covering her pussy.  I began to rub her hot pussy through the
fabric, and she stopped me.  "No, not like that.  You know what I
want."  I did.

I got up on one elbow, hooked my hand into the waistband of her
panties and started tugging them down her thighs.  When I finally got
them to one ankle, she twisted her legs, wrapping the panties around
her ankle and pulled down hard, throwing me off balance this time,
then grabbed me, pulling me to her mouth.  She ran her tongue over my
lips until I opened my mouth for her.  She slid her tongue into my
mouth like a snake and started running it all around.  I knew what I
was supposed to do, so I put my hand between her legs, into her wet
folds.

Molly's pussy was soft, with puffy, fatty outer lips.  I rubbed them
with the palm of my hand, kneading her soft, bare flesh, my tongue
practically halfway down her throat at this point.  I loved the feel
of her hot flesh against my hand.  She was almost as wet as I was, her
shaved pussy was slick with clear liquid.  I rubbed my hand in it and
over her smooth flesh.

Her kiss got more urgent then, so I figured it was time for me to up
the ante.  With two fingers, I spread her fatty lips apart and traced
around her hole up to her hard clitoris.  I think she must have had to
have held back in order to keep from cumming right then.  She thrashed
around under me like a wild-woman.  Her hands were tangled in my hair,
pushing my mouth against her face, so it took a little bit of doing to
pry my mouth from our kiss.

I scooted down a little on the floor and put my face to her right tit,
stuck my tongue out and began teasing her nipple.  I would lick it for
a few seconds, getting it slick with my spit, then take my mouth away
to let it cool in the air, sometimes adding  to the effect by softly
blowing on it.  Molly's breasts were covered in goose bumps and she
was making quite a racket, squirming around under my mouth and my
hand, moaning all the time.

I decided to have a little more fun with her, yet.  I propped myself
up on my elbow and put my hand over her mouth to silence her.  Her
eyes flew open in suprise, but I reassured her with a soft kiss on her
neck, running my tongue back down to her breast.  She relaxed a little
and I returned to my work.

But how can I call it work when I was enjoying it so much?

I was rubbing her clit harder than I would have been able to stand for
so long.  Yet the girl was taking everything I was dishing out without
cumming.  I wanted to give her the kind of orgasm she had given me,
but what I was doing didn't seem to be doing the trick.

So I slipped my middle finger into her hole.  That must have been the
magic trick, because what I thought was Molly acting wild a moment
before was soon proven to be nothing more than a prelude.  She began
thrashing around, hard.  She accidently bit my hand, drawing a little
blood.  I had to stop working on her nipple and hold her down with my
body while I kept working on her clutching pussy.  I climbed on top of
her, straddling her stomach, with my hand underneath me, reaching into
her crotch.  I pinned her arms down with my legs and, after wiping the
blood off, put my hand back over her mouth.

I figured if one finger did that to her, I might just try another.  So
the next time I drew my middle finger out of Molly, I slid my index
finger right alongside it and into her, not even missing a beat.  She
screamed, "More!"  So I gave her my ring finger, too.  After a few
seconds, she let out a blood-curdling shriek, arched her back, covered
my hand with her juice, and went limp underneath me.

She lay there panting through her nose for a few seconds, then I felt
her tongue started to lick the hand on her mouth.  I took it off and
she said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I just, kind of
lost it.  It's never been like that, I came so hard."  I smiled even
though she couldn't see me.

I climbed off of her and stood up.  Then I bent down to help Molly up
again.  I saw she was starting to get a bruise on her side from when I
had knocked her down.  I put my hand on it very gently.  Molly drew
breath in through her teeth.  "Ooo.  I guess we're even, huh?"

I led Molly back to my bed and sat her down.  Then I climbed in next
to her.  As soon as I got in, she rolled onto her side and nuzzled
against my breast.  Before I knew it, Molly was asleep.  She looked so
sweet and innocent, not at all like the thrashing bitch-in-heat I had
just finger-fucked.  I brought my soaked hand up to my face and
sniffed at it.  It was pungent and sweet-smelling.  Without thinking,
I stuck my tongue out and licked it.  The taste was wonderful, filling
my mouth with sweetness.  After I was done, I pulled the sheets up
over us and wrapped my arms around Molly and fell asleep.


I awoke the next morning feeling Molly's tongue dancing across my
clitoris.  My eyes snapped open and I sat bolt upright in bed.  Molly
noticed I was awake and raised her head, moving her hand in to stroke
my clit, then looked up at me and smiled.  "Good morning, sleepy-head.
Since you didn't want to wake up on your own, I took it upon myself to
do something about it.  Now just relax and leave the driving to
Molly."

I did as she told me, laying back down and making myself comfortable.
Molly put her tongue back between my legs, licking at my clit and
sending warm pulses out from my crotch.  Then she slowly began to
slide her tongue inside me.  The feeling was unlike anything I had
ever experienced.

I'm not a prude or anything, but up until that morning, I had never
gotten eaten out.  None of the boys I dated in high school cared if I
got off, and my husband hardly even touched me, much less went down on
me.  So this was a totally new sensation for me, having a tongue
wiggling around inside my pussy.  It was also the most thrilling thing
I had ever felt, not just because of the physical sensation, or even
because it was another woman doing it, but because it was Molly's
tongue that was inside me.  This was what I had been waiting for, what
I had been fantasizing about for months.

Molly was now alternating between my clit and my hole, paying almost
equal attention to both.  Her small hands had my pussy lips splayed
wide, while she buried her face in me.  She started to concentrate on
my clit and I managed to look down just in time to see her move one
hand into position to start fingering me.  My pussy wrapped around her
tiny fingers, clutching at them, trying to pull the little invaders
deep into my body.

"I think you need a little something more," Molly said.  I had no idea
what she meant until I felt her slowly start to slide all four fingers
inside me.  Then her thumb slipped in and I let a out a deep, guttural
moan as her entire hand entered my pussy.  She looked up at me with a
grin and asked, "There.  How's that?"

Of course, I couldn't answer with anything other than, "Uhhhhhh!"
That made her grin even more, and for a second I caught my breath and
reflected on how beautiful she was.  Then she began moving her hand
around inside my body.  Molly started wriggling her fingers inside me,
tickling the walls of my pussy, making me gasp.  Molly started licking
and nibbling on my clit again, making my mind reel.

All I could feel at that point was pleasure.  It seemed like all the
other nerve endings in my body were blocked off.  I had drenched poor
Molly's face and the sheets underneath me with my excitement.  My
pussy began spasming around Molly's hand, grabbing at her in the
beginnings of my orgasm.  But I kept holding it back, because I wanted
to make it as good as possible.

I was doing good.  Then Molly suprised me even further.  She took her
tongue away from my clit and ran it down the furrow towards my ass.
She pushed it against my sphincter and before I could resist, she had
her tongue as far in as she could get it, and began running it around
in swirls.  My only experience with anal sex was one time with my
husband.  It hurt so much, I had to make him stop.  Needless to say,
this was entirely different.  Molly's tongue caressed the inside of my
ass, sending shivers up my spine and making my skin break out in goose
bumps.

I could feel my orgasm coming over me then, and I knew there wouldn't
be any stopping it this time.  Molly felt my pussy clutching at her
hand and my sphincter contracting around her tongue.  She kept up her
pace, sliding her hand deep inside my pussy just as it finally
happened.  It was even better than the night before, it washed me
away, making me buck around on the bed, my back arched.  I had my legs
wrapped around Molly's head, trying to lock her in me until my orgasm
was over.  I needn't have worried, Molly wasn't about to go anywhere
until she was finished with me.

It seemed to take ages for my orgasm to subside, not that I'm
complaining or anything.  It was probably the best one I've ever had.
When it finally was over, I fell back onto the bed like an
electrocution victim after the juice is turned off.  I felt weak all
over, but totally relaxed.  Molly managed to get her head out from
between my legs when they finally let go, and kissed her way up,
caressing my tired body with her tongue and hands.

I took a few minutes to recuperate, Molly nuzzled up against my neck,
whispering alternatingly sweet and filthy things in my ear.  I lay
there with a big, goofy grin on my face until I had recovered enough
to really notice the feel of Molly's body against me.  Her cool,
smooth skin under my fingertips and pressed against my side made me
feel wonderful.  I just had to return the favor.

I pushed Molly over onto her back, pulled out the pillows I had just
been using, and lifted her up to stuff them under her head and neck.
She rolled her head over on the pillow and took a deep breath, then
smiled and said, "They smell like you."  Then she added with a wicked
grin, "You know what I want, baby.  Go for it."

That was all the encouragement I needed.  I ran my hands over her firm
breasts, taking a few seconds to work on her already-hard nipples,
then I quickly stuck my hands between her legs, spread them wide and
laid down on my belly in front of her bare pussy.  I took a moment
then.  Partly to tease Molly, partly because I wanted to savor the
sight before me, to think about what I was about to do.  After this,
there'd be no going back, no way to justify it other than the fact
that I wanted to eat this beautiful girl out.

What would you do?

Well, I shoved my face into Molly's crotch, my tongue fully extended
before I met her bald folds.  I worked her furrow with my tongue,
lapping up the first traces of her juices that had leaked out.  The
taste was much better straight from the source.  She tasted musky and
hot and sweet.  The smell was enough to make me a little dizzy, but I
still dove into her for all I was worth.  My head felt light, but I
figured I wasn't really using it for anything other operating my
tongue, so I didn't stop.  I spread her soft, bald lips apart, loving
the feel of her slippery, hairless skin.  Then I began working on her
clit in earnest.

Judging by Molly's reactions, I was doing all right for my first time
at pleasuring another woman orally.  This time, I let her moan as loud
and as often as she wanted, and believe this if nothing else, that
girl was loud!  If my ears weren't squashed against the insides of her
strong thighs, the noise would have hurt like hell.

I ran my tongue in circles around her hard clit, lapping at her warm
pussy, rolling her juices around in my mouth like the finest wine,
then slowly, I poked my tongue into her hole.  I ran my tongue around
inside Molly's body, feeling the wet, muscular tissue, tasting her
from the insides out.  I pistoned my tongue in and out of her bald
pussy, stopping every once in a while to give her clit a few seconds
of attention.  Then Molly yelled, shoved her crotch down against my
face and came all over my mouth in a gush of warm, slick fluid.  It
rolled down my tongue, past my lips and into my mouth.  If it hadn't
been for the taste, I would have sworn she was peeing, there was that
much fluid coming out of her.

Molly slowly laid back down on the bed, her eyes still closed.  I
crawled up from between her legs and locked my mouth into a kiss with
her pouty lips, sharing her cum with her, smearing her cheeks and lips
with it.  When I finally pulled back, she said, still out of breath,
"That was wonderful."  Then she looked kind of mock-sad and said, "I
wish I didn't have to go.  Would you like to go out tonight?"

"Mm-hmm," I said, still worried she might recognize my voice.  Molly
was standing up, on noticeably wobbly legs, I must say, which made me
smile.  She was picking up her clothes off the floor and wherever else
they landed.  She must have remembered where she threw them, or else
she never would have found them.  She started to get dressed, had her
panties halfway pulled up, then seemed to think better of it.

She pulled her panties back off, said, "Heads up," and threw them to
me.  "Last night was very special, I want you to have a little
souvenir."  She pulled her pants back on, then her shirt, buttoning it
slowly and giving me a lovely view of her breasts in the warm orange
light coming in through the window.  I could see the fine little hairs
on her breasts and belly and just sat there, enjoying the view.

Suddenly, I felt guilty again.  Guilty that I had slept with Molly,
with her obviously thinking I was Janey.  I had to tell her, that was
just all there was to it.  "Molly-" I started.

"Shhh.  Remember what I said?"

Molly slipped on her mirrorshades and was halfway out my bedroom door
when she turned on her heels, looked right at me and said, "You better
get those pictures back to wherever Janey had them stashed, okay,
Sarah?"

After I didn't say anything for a few seconds (you try talking with
your jaw hanging down between your breasts!), Molly added, "I'm blind,
not stupid, dear."  Then her cheek flexed upward and her eyebrow
downward in what had to have been a wink.  I couldn't tell with the
mirrored lenses covering her eyes.


If she hadn't returned that night, I might never have known.