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"And so you needed someone to talk to, and you picked dear old Auntie Kate, huh? Oh, get real, Tricia! That cute husband of yours wants to pork your hot little ass and you're afraid it's gonna hurt? Baby, this is 1987, not the Middle Ages. It won't hurt -not really -and it won't make hair grow on your tits or anything like that, either. Like, I don't have any hair on my tits, you better believe it!"

Tricia blushed furiously. "It just seems so dirty. Maybe my toilet training as a child was too thorough. But the idea of letting him -yuccch!" She hugged herself, shivering.

Kate shook her head. "It's no big deal, Trish."

It was odd in a way that she and Tricia were friends. They'd known each other, slightly, for years -ever since junior high. But Kate had always been the pretty one, popular and sexy, and they'd hardly spoken outside of class, back then.

She was the last person in the world Tricia had ever expected to become friendly with in later years. But Kate had come back to town last summer, with her new husband Roger, and she and Tricia had met by chance and found themselves drawn to each other. Today, when she had really needed someone to talk to, Kate was the obvious first choice.

But she'd counted on a little more sympathy and understanding. "It really is a big deal," Tricia insisted. "If you've never dreamed of doing anything like that, I mean -and to have it sprung on you out of the blue -"

"Out of the blue and into the brown, huh?" Kate giggled. "Look, hon, I know you got a late start -you were a real dog when we were all brash young virgins -but I can't believe, in this day and age, that you've never even _tried_ cornholing. That's another name for it, you know -or maybe you don't know."

Tricia felt very awkward and wished that she had kept it all to herself. And she felt terrible about the unspoken bad vibes that had passed between her and Ken before his departure for the airport. She wouldn't see him for almost a week, and it was too long to let the tension drag out.

But hadn't he insisted that they would return to that disgusting topic as soon as he got back from California? And she was sure he meant it. He rarely said things he didn't mean.

"Actually," Kate said, lighting a cigarette, "I suppose it may be partly my fault -mine and Roger's, I mean. Roger and Ken have been playing a lot of racquetball lately, and you know how men are in the locker room. Almost as bad as girls! I wouldn't be surprised to find out that my husband is the one who planted the seed in your Ken's mind in the first place. The only thing Rog likes more than talking about sex is doing it, thank God."

She took a few puffs, then stubbed out the Virginia Slim. "So what are we going to do about your problem, then, Tricia? I suppose you could use some expert advice." Kate smiled beatifically. "And since I'm both an expert _and_ your friend, who am I to refuse?"


Tricia felt awkward as hell. She hadn't been in the presence of another naked woman since high school gym class, and she wasn't at all sure why Kate had insisted on getting undressed while Tricia watched. But she had to admit that Kate's body was fantastic, even better than it had been in high school.

She wished that she were a little taller, though no one had ever complained about her five-five frame. Kate topped her by a few inches, willowy, and perhaps a bit smaller in the tits than Tricia, though they looked just fine perched high and pert-nippled on Kate's chest.

Kate was tanned all over, with just a strip of white flesh at the crotch -all that a string bikini bottom would cover, and not an inch more -a souvenir of the midwinter vacation she and Roger had taken in the Caribbean. Tricia imagined her friend stretched out almost nude on the white sand of a tropical beach, under a glorious blazing sun, and she gave a little sigh.

Kate stood by the bed, proud of her naked perfection, showing it in the gleam of her green eyes. She tossed back her sun-streaked hair and smiled at Tricia.

"Not bad for twenty-five, mmm?" she asked, running her palms over the stiffened brown tips of her boobs, sliding them down her perfectly flat tummy, onto her prominent hipbones.

Tricia couldn't help noticing that Kate had shaved most of the hair from her pussy, leaving herself with just a narrow stubby hedge of fur up and down the crack of her slice. The lips were plainly visible, turned slightly outward like a pouting mouth amid the pussywhiskers.

Kate turned, offering a profile that emphasized the pointy thrust of her tits and the high rounded curve of her saucy ass, and she patted herself on the buttock. "Right here, baby," she smirked, "this is where it's at."

Tricia felt very ill at ease. She tried not to look at Kate, but she couldn't keep from doing it. Kate had been a knockout back in high school, and she was even more so today, seven years later. The bitch probably didn't even have to count calories. Who said life was fair?

"Listen," Kate said, turning back toward Tricia, "I don't think it's entirely fair that I'm the only one on display. Why don't you strip down, too? Oh, come on, Trish, humor me! A sex therapist would have you starkers by now, and I'm not even charging $100 an hour for what I'm gonna teach you! Anyway, I'd like to see how much is left of that pudgy little dumpling I remember from high school."

She planted her hands on her hipbones and gave Tricia a mockintense glowering look. "I'm going to the john, and when I come back, I want your alabaster body out here where I can see it. Got me, lady?"

Tricia was feeling really weirded out now, but at least Kate wasn't there to watch and appraise while she undressed. She hurried out of her blouse and cords, then removed her underwear. She felt extremely naked, especially when she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the wall mirrors.

God, there were a lot of mirrors in Kate's bedroom! And the big bed was fully visible from all of them. She blushed as she realized that her friend must enjoy watching herself in action. But Kate had never made any bones about the fact that she dug sex.

Trish turned to one of the mirrors and studied herself, knowing that she looked pretty damn good too.

She wasn't quite as tall or as modelly thin as Kate, but she had bigger tits -full without being saggy, capped in pinnacle-like pink nipples, and her late winter skin was pale but not pallid.

The blonde hair was almost natural -the darker patch between her legs gave it away -but Ken didn't mind, and Tricia was pretty pleased with the results. She still found it hard to believe that she'd once weighed 150 pounds and had a face like a pizza.

Kate re-entered the room. Tricia stood by the bed, totally naked, feeling very awkward and foolish. She thought of covering herself with her hands, but it was already too late for that. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood up straight, waiting for Kate's evaluation.

"Not bad," she said, nodding. "You've turned into a real knockout since the old days, honey. God, if you'd looked like that in high school, you wouldn't have kept your ripe little cherry past lunch period!"

She moved toward Tricia, walking like a cat on the balls of her feet, as if she were still wearing the spike heels she'd already removed. Tricia took a step backward but her legs bumped the edge of the bed. Kate came closer.

"Don't be scared," she said in a smoothly silky voice. "This is going to be an educational experience."

Tricia still didn't understand what was about to happen, but as Kate's hand came to rest on her arm she began to get unsettling ideas. Kate's face came in closer and closer.

She's going to kiss me! Tricia thought in alarm, and then the soft warm mouth of her friend was, indeed, pressing firmly, moistly, against Tricia's lips, and she felt the touch of Kate's stiff rubbery nipples brushing ever so lightly against the tingly flesh of her own tits, as if they too were planting hot little kisses on Tricia's skin.

Kate's arms encircled her friend, and she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to lick at Tricia's still closed lips. The touch was unbearably ticklish.

Tricia tried to murmur a protest, but she only succeeded in opening her mouth enough to allow Kate's tongue entry. The brush of the limber wet organ was like a live jolt of electricity applied directly to Tricia's mouth, and she gave a squeal of surprise.

Kate's hands came down to cup Tricia's buttocks. She was used to feeling Ken's hands on her ass, but Kate's fingers were smaller, friskier. They handled the firm flesh as if they already knew it by heart, rubbing and squeezing the cheeks like a masseuse with nasty ideas.

Kate's thigh eased into the slightly parted gap of Tricia's legs, and the firm tanned flesh came to rest squarely against Tricia's cuntal gash. Kate pushed with her leg, and Tricia felt her balance starting to desert her. She toppled backward, and fortunately the bed was there to break her fall.

Kate came down with her, still atop Tricia, and her lithe, firm body began to squirm and writhe above the other woman's. She had both legs between Tricia's now, and she pressed her pussy into Tricia's cunt.

Wetly, with ticklish brushes of pussyfur, their flesh merged. Kate's tongue worked in and out of Tricia's mouth, and she held the face rock-steady for her nonstop kisses.

Her lips slid free of Tricia's, with a smacking sound, and she looked down, her eyelashes almost touching Tricia's. "I bet this is something you never did before either," she said in a throaty voice.

Tricia, her blue eyes enormous with shock, could only shake her head. It was true. She'd never done anything remotely like this, unless you counted making out with guys. But to feel the sexual heat of another woman pressing so insistently against herself -no, God, never before!!!

"Just part of your education, then," Kate sighed. She looked down at Tricia's hard pink nipples. "Oh, they look edible," she whispered, and she leaned down to lick each of them in turn.

Her eyes remained focused on Tricia's face, studying the reaction as her tongue worked around the nipple rims in studied circular patterns, shifting from clockwise to counterclockwise and back again, at totally unpredictable intervals. Her hands firmed up the already firm tits, pushing the nipples upward and making them sweet hot targets for the attention of Kate's exploring tongue.

"You like it, don't you?" she said between caresses. "It turns you on to have another woman lick your tits, doesn't it, Tricia?"

"It feels wild," Tricia confessed. "You seem to know exactly where to put your tongue and make my skin crawl with excitement."

"I can suck too," Kate informed her, and she lowered her face, mouth already round-open. She eased it down over the pink peak of a tit and she hollowed in her cheeks, sucking warmly, wetly, on Tricia's nipple.

Kate's mouth was gentle but determined. Tricia's head tossed from side to side, hair swishing across her face in little showers of red, sometimes catching in the corners of her mouth. "Stop it," she said, not even believing the words herself. Her hands were wrapped around Kate's head and she was urging her tit upward into her friend's hot wet mouth.

And through it all, Kate's pussy kept bumping forcefully into Tricia's, their crotches coming together in a mimicry of the act of fucking. As her cunt continued to slide against her friend's, Tricia could feel her crotch dampening, her pussy starting to leak hot juices, and she didn't _really_ miss the feel of nine inches of hard meat stabbing up her aroused pussyhole.

Her clit was as big as a peachpit by now, and each time she felt Kate slide sexily into her, she could swear that her clit got just a little bit bigger, a little bit hotter. Was that even possible?

"Do me too," Kate urged. Tricia didn't understand what she was talking about. "Like this, silly!" Kate laughed. She moved one of her legs, and suddenly she was riding Tricia's thigh while her own thigh slid erotically through Tricia's cuntal gap.

Tricia gasped as she felt the response of Kate's hot pussy to the caress of her leg, and she blushed to realize how good it made her feel while she was doing it -almost as good as the feel of Kate's leg stroking her own snatch.

Well, if she needed anything to get her mind off Ken's sudden insistence on fucking her in the ass, this was certainly the ticket. In Kate's hot lesbian embrace she was finding responses within herself that she had never even guessed were there.

Kate went back to tit-eating, but Tricia was hungry for kisses and she pulled her friend's face up so she could take the initiative. "You bitch," she whispered. "What have you done to me???"

She held Kate's cheeks and she pried the lips open with her tongue, sticking it into Kate's mouth almost as expertly as Kate had done to Tricia. As she did it she giggled at her brashness. She felt like a schoolgirl who had just learned what her clit was for.

"I wanna eat you," Kate whispered into Tricia's mouth. "Do you think you'd like that?"

"I think I would," Tricia confessed, holding tight to the woman who lay atop her. "But," she added, "I still don't understand how this is supposed to help me with my problem."

Kate fought herself free of Tricia's possessive embrace. "You just need to loosen up a little," she said. "But not _too_ loose, of course! Just lie back and trust me, honey."

Tricia had been eaten before, of course, but never by another woman. There was a magical difference in the sensation as soon as Kate's tongue began to work on her cuntal trench.

It was obviously not the first time Kate had ever eaten a cunt. She grinned up at Trish as she spread the pink puffy lips and moved her nose up and down the exposed coral furrow.

She sniffed as she stroked, and the little puffs of air made goosebumps rise all over Tricia's body. She clutched her tits, squeezing them till the nipples stood up almost an inch long between her pinching fingers. "Oh, God," she murmured. "Oh, God!"

Kate giggled like a schoolgirl and stuck her tongue into Tricia's cunt. It was like a snake slithering into the spread-open mouth of the pussy, and it went deep, straight for the heart of Tricia's arousal.

Trish gasped and bucked, humping herself into Kate's questing face. Kate took hold of Tricia's buttocks and squeezed them insistently. Heat radiated from her fingertips. Tricia began to squirm and writhe uncontrollably.

"Eat me," she whispered, "oh, eat my hot wet pussy!!!"

Kate's tongue moved up to the clit, whipping it pugnaciously. It throbbed in response. Her hands were all over Tricia's pussy, caressing it, spreading the labes wide then squeezing them tightly together, milking little bubbles of cuntal juice out of the sliced gash. She manipulated the flaps until they began to tingle and burn, her fingers slipping between them and tickling the pussy mouth she'd already teased with her tongue.

A finger eased into Tricia's cunt. She moaned to feel it entering her. "Don't you _ever_ fuck?" Kate asked, looking up with a leer in her green eyes. "You're as tight as a virgin! Mmmm, I bet Ken loves to ram his big hard dick into this sweet snug pussy! Men go wild over a tight fit and a wet pocket ... "

She worked her finger in and out, fucking without much subtlety while she continued to nibble and kiss the pointy tip of Tricia's clitoris. The walls throbbed around her inserted finger, milking it, bathing it in the sticky juices that were already swamping the snug tunnel. The bed rocked as Tricia began to writhe and twist in response. She squeezed more tightly at her tits. They were throbbing, too, the nipples hard and erect.

Kate licked upward, to Tricia's navel. "Oh, Jesus, there's nothing like eating pussy!" she grinned, wiping her lips with a finger and then sucking it clean. "Especially a juicy one like yours, Trish!"

Her finger punched in and out of the cunt, soaking itself in Tricia's pussy fluids. She smiled like a madonna with each thrust. Her tongue rimmed the interior of the small dented navel. It felt a lot like Ken's tongue had this morning, exploring his wife's reluctant asshole.

Kate took her finger out and waved it under Tricia's nose. The blonde woman could smell her cunt honey clinging to that finger. She liked to lick it off Ken's mouth after he'd sucked her snatch. Would Kate think she was a pervert if she took that finger into her mouth and sipped it now?

Christ! Kate was the fucking pervert! If she owned a dog, she'd probably be sucking it off, too! Tricia decided to loosen up. She stuck out her tongue, waving it at the finger. Kate smirked and eased it into Tricia's mouth.

"Does taste good, doesn't it?" she whispered, lying on her side and pressing herself against Tricia's flank.

Trish could feel the pointiness of Kate's nipples. "Touch me now," Kate suggested, taking Tricia's hands and planting them atop her conical, hard-fleshed tits.

They were impossibly firm. If Tricia hadn't showered with Kate, after gym, all through high school, she'd have sworn there was a silicone core inside the mounds, but as her fingers began to explore, she knew she was touching live, vibrant flesh.

"Lick them, too," Kate added, her fingers moving through Tricia's hair. Tricia pondered it for a moment, but only for a moment, then leaned down and frisked her tongue across the brown point of the nearest nipple. She licked it, her eyes enlarging with surprise. It tasted good!

It was also wiggly against her tongue, as she prodded and jabbed it around, and slightly pungent with sweat. She drew it into her mouth and sucked, feeling a contentment not at all like what she got, holding Ken's dick in her mouth, but a contentment that was very very nice to experience.

"Oh, that's nice," she heard Kate sigh, and the hands upon her head were comforting and stimulating at the same time. Tricia turned, pushing her larger tits against Kate's belly while she kept on slurping and nursing at the nipple she had captured.

Instinctively she moved, at last, to the other tit, and she gave it the same treatment. Kate held the tit with one hand, feeding it to Trish like a mother feeding a baby. Her other hand moved down, caught Tricia's wrist, brought the blonde's hand into Kate's crotch.

"Why don't you play with my pussy too?" she asked. "I bet you know how, Trish ... "

Tricia let her fingers slide up and down the curving bun of Kate's cunt. The labes were rubbery, dripping with pussydew. It got all over her fingers, warm and sticky juices whose funky fragrance she could already smell. Just like her own.

She kissed Kate firmly, passionately, at the same time slipping a finger into the green-eyed brunette's hot, ready snatch. Tricia couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure as her fingers sank into Kate's twat.

Kate was gasping and sighing too, obviously delighted. She twisted and stretched, sliding her hot cunt up and down the length of Tricia's inserted finger.

Trish was doubly aroused. For one thing, it was such a thrill to know that her skinny little finger was bringing such undisguised excitement to Kate's cunt. And the pussy which surrounded her finger felt a lot like her own, though it wasn't as tight.

As she moved her finger in tempo to the swaying ripples of Kate's body she could almost feel it happening inside herself at the same time. Tricia squeezed her thighs together and she could tell that her own cunt was dribbling out juice. Her dark pussypatch was sopping wet, the fur matted with lovegoo. "Oh, God," she said in a low reverent voice.

Now it was Kate who was taking the lead again. She filled her fists with Tricia's asscheeks and manipulated them aggressively, humping her tits and belly against her friend's body. Her cunt was gobbling the finger inside it, and her teeth chattered in the telltale onset of a come.

"Yes, yes," Tricia heard her groan, "oh, let's do it!!!"

She got her thigh in between Tricia's and she worked it back and forth, rubbing a hot and vigorous stimulation into a pussy that was already pretty well stimulated, thank you. Tricia clenched her legs around Kate's thigh and pumped it back stroke for stroke.

Her finger was shoved all the way up Kate's pussy and she could feel the ripples starting to quiver down the tube. Excited beyond her own imagination, she fucked faster, harder, slamming her finger again and again into Kate's depths.

"Now you eat me," Kate purred, wiggling her cuntal muscles around Tricia's finger. "Oh, don't look so shocked! You knew as soon as I stuck my tongue in your cunt that you'd be doing it to me before we stopped. C'mon, Trish -if you wanna loosen up, this is the best way to begin ..."

And the worst of it, thought Tricia, was that she found Kate's words convincing as hell. She looked into her friend's face and she felt the tug of horny, excited pussyflesh around her finger, and she found herself wondering how it would taste to slide her tongue into Kate's gash and lick up the juices that were bubbling from inside her girlfriend's womb.

"Okay," she said, easing her finger out, "but I don't want you to get the wrong ideas about me. I'm really not this kind of woman."

"You will be when I finish with you," Kate promised. "Now get your face into my crotch and eat my motherfucking pussy!!!"