Marga’s heart was thumping when Isobela opened the door to her. Was she making a mistake? Was she just going back to a relationship that was ultimately doomed? Or was life just too short to sacrifice even the briefest of sexual encounters?
Marga had never expected to have an affair with a woman. She’d slept with several men in her early twenties and then, out of the blue sky, Isobela had rather swept her off her feet. Marga appreciated Bella’s sensitivity, her love of good food. And her devastating pussy licking skills. That was certainly one reason to go back.
Isobela smiled and they hugged.
“I missed you,” said Marga.
“I missed you too.”
“Sit and talk?” Marga suggested.
“First things first,” Bella said, then she put her arms around Marga and kissed her in the doorway.
“First things first are, I’m horny as hell. Get in that bedroom!”
Marga laughed and the two women entered the house. Five minutes later, their clothes were in a pile on the floor.
Marga used her fingers to gently part Isobela’s vaginal lips, then she slipped her index finger inside her. When her digit was comfortably accommodated and able to flex itself, Marga moved in close. She paused, pausing to smell the sweet pussy juices and feel the bodily warmth radiating from Bella’s thighs.
Hovering an inch away from her lover’s gaping pussy, Marga recalled the last time she had gone down on Bella. She recalled where her pleasure spots were, where she had been when Bella had squealed and then she gently moved in and gave her lover a long, loving lick.
Ah, that sweet feminine taste! It was as if Bella had skin as moon pale as she did because all her life blood and sexual energy had drained from her bloodless upper torso to mingle into this delicious vaginal brew.
Marga licked Bella rhythmically, and Isobela was soon squirming on her hips and Marga heard Bella’s breathing increase above the occasional slurping that her tongue made. Although Marga was eagerly awaiting her turn to be pleasured, she was in no hurry, not when the taste was this good, not when juices were escaping more and more from Bella’s pussy, like an old tap that would drip and spurt and drip again but was never fully sealed.
Bella’s moans were making Marga wet now – could she spare a finger to diddle herself> No, better to wait. And after the oral, the main course awaited. They’d been to the sex shop and gone to town, spending way more than they’d intended. There was a new dildo, and a strap-on to try. And even a butt plug. It was going to be a night to remember.
Isobela was panting now, and Marga had to force herself to forget what was to come and focus on the now. It sounded as if Bella was going to cum. Let’s see, increase speed slightly, tease clit with a playful suck, kiss inner thighs…Oh, she tasted and smelt so good, Marga could stay down there all day…increase stroke and…there she goes! Bella was now tugging frantically at Marga’s long brown hair.
“Oh, my love, more, please, more, like that!”
Hearing Bella urge her on, Marga buried her face in that pussy, until, with a jerk and a cry, her orgasm possessed Isobela.
“Suck my clit, oh, babe, suck my clit, please!” Marga was on the case in a heartbeat, pursing her lips around the swollen gland and giving a long, gentle suck, she heard Bella squeal,
“Yes, yes, yes,” and her whole sexual organ was swollen and trembling, juices oozing out and still Marga sucked…
Marga was so turned on that, when Bella’s orgasm died down, she rolled straight over onto her back and began diddling herself with almost unseemly haste.
“Slow down there, let me get my wind back!” Bella giggled.
“Just a quick tickle while I wait!” Marga sighed, closing her eyes and gently massaging her own clitoris with her middle and index finger.
“Bella, can we use the strap-on, please?”
At this, Bella frowned.
“You don’t want me to go down on you?” She sounded hurt.
“Later. I’m just…in the mood for penetration.”
Bella closed her eyes at these words, trying not to be upset. Marga had spoken aloud her fear, the worry that had been behind their recent parting. That, however much Marga enjoyed cunnilingus, ultimately, she would go back to men. That she would always crave a penis. That she would never truly be hers.