by Lexie X
Once the older blonde rose above the edge of the bed, Piper reached between her legs and began caressing her, finding her mound blazing and soaked. She guessed that she would get to taste her sixth pussy very shortly.
Entirely on the bed now, Isabella tensed tightly, expanded her every limb, arched up, and then tensed again, biting her arm to keep from screaming too loud.
Karen kept working her until the younger blonde, unable to take anymore, was forced to push back at her face. Immediately taking the cue, the breathless older woman climbed forward and got on top of her, pressing their naked bodies together as they began making out.
Impressed with the passion and seeing something of a rare sight herself, Piper moved between four sprawled legs and closer to the two slits bared before her. Both blondes pressed their mounds together as they kissed, practically clit to clit, and Piper found herself lightly caressing two slits that had neatly aligned—one right side up, one upside down.
Isabella's familiar pink slit was on the bottom, and Karen's new and alluring sex pressed against it from above. It was elegant, somehow, in the play of the reddened folds bared to her; it was very much like the woman herself. In the movements of both bodies, she caught sight of a landing strip much like her own, but blonde. The rest was bare. Trim lips hung open from her recent fucking, almost begging to be touched.
Overwhelmed by the soft thighs, smooth butt cheeks, and bared folds before her, she reached down and frantically rubbed herself even as she slid her tongue from the bottom of her girlfriend's sex all the way up to the upside down bottom of her girlfriend's teacher's sex.
Two slits, together! It was almost too much to bear. Already on the verge of another orgasm, she rubbed herself and thrust her tongue in and out of too many folds to keep track of. Karen's sex was hot as hell, radiating the heat of her arousal as aggressively as the woman herself, and her flavor mirrored that by being almost spicy. The complex stimulation of her taste seemed to shock Piper's nerves directly, and she gladly tongued her sixth pussy, letting her deepening lesbianism fill her awareness and surround her utterly.
As she slid her tongue up what felt like one long canal of heated slippery pink that switched flavors from spicy to sweet halfway and back again, she could only feel one resounding sentiment: this was simply the best.
Losing herself in eager tongue-sliding and frantic masturbation, she lapped, tongued, and played to her heart's content. Her expert stimulation brought the two kissing blondes to a higher level of moaning noise, too, and the thought of those big-breasted bodies pressing together in passion made her inner heat flare.
Tongue deep in Karen, silk walls clenching, and that spicy taste flooding her senses, she rubbed herself higher into bliss. She'd often thought about what would happen to their sex life once Isabella began aging, but, if it was anything like this, they'd be just fine. Head surging with white-hot ecstasy, she envisioned herself fingering, licking, and servicing for years upon years—pure heaven.
Her orgasm was only just reaching peak when the legs pulled away from her and many eager hands grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. Heady and dazed from sex and alcohol, she lifted her legs and let Isabella slide her face between. Before her, Karen opened her legs, and she got the idea as the older woman pressed her mouth in between Isabella's thighs.
Surrendering to their tightly bound triangle, Piper felt the edges of her awareness pulsing with ecstatic heat. Isabella knew just where to use her tongue and fingers, and, with a woman's labia open under her own tongue, Piper found that heaven could get even better. Glancing over, she saw Karen animalistically going after her girlfriend's slit with a wide open mouth and eager tongue. Who else but Isabella could have known that the dour teacher watching television at the bar would have ended up doing this tonight?
Thighs squeezed, bodies writhed, and throaty moans filled the air as tongues and fingers began working their magic. A rhythm seemed to flow through their little circle, bringing them all to powerful highs. Between moans and desperate licks, Piper actually began to wonder if she could take much more. Hemmed in on all sides by fiery pleasure, her awareness seemed to be shrinking, and her sight—bouncing with her head—seemed to be crossed by afterimages of veins in her eyes. Forcing herself to breathe deep repeatedly, a heady oxygen rush added to the high, and she almost thought she might pass out.
Fortunately, Karen's slick walls began clenching around her tongue and the woman herself began moaning loudly as she licked Isabella.
Pulling internally at the pleasure from Isabella's working mouth, Piper brought herself to a painfully overstimulated orgasm, fighting the rushing in her head to stay aware. Isabella, too, writhed, but it was hard to say for sure whether she was actually getting off or just feeling really good. After several screams of enjoyment, the triangle fell apart in a choir of sighs and heavy breathing.
Covered in sweat and juices, Piper lay naked and stared at the ceiling just trying to recover. Isabella climbed off the bed and returned shortly with the strap-on once more.
Piper watched, amazed, as her sweaty and bright-red girlfriend put her teacher on all fours, pulled her hair back exactly as she had done before, and fucked her doggy-style until she came at least twice.
Then Isabella, too, fell to the bed exhausted.
Karen sat up and pushed back her matted hair. Her high cheekbones dripped with sweat and her face was flushed red. She sighed with satisfaction. "Christ. I think I might be into girls now."
Isabella smirked over at her tiredly. "A good fucking'll do that. When's the last time you had sex?"
"A couple months," Karen replied, lying back in the pillows.
"Jesus, no wonder you were out at the bar…"
"I wasn't trying to cheat," the older woman said. "I just… never mind, that's my business." She put a hand to her forehead. "Fuck, I'm a cheater…"
Isabella raised an eyebrow. "If you haven't had sex for months, you've got bigger problems. Besides, none of this exists. You'll go home, wake up tomorrow with absolutely no evidence this really happened, and you'll wonder if it wasn't some insane dream. You were pretty trashed, after all. And nobody will ever know out about this."
Karen nodded, her expression tense.
"The only thing that will change because of this," Isabella continued. "Is that I won't wear panties in class, and—since I sit in the front row—flashing you will be easy."
The older woman widened her eyes. "You wouldn't."
Piper laughed. "She would." Sitting up, she climbed over to her girlfriend's teacher. "I didn't really have a good opportunity. Can I… play with your chest?"
The woman sat there, her round breasts bare and exposed, her light tan nipples still hard. "Why not?"
Smiling, Piper reached up and cupped each one, immediately noticing their heft. They were a little larger than Isabella's but a little less firm. She played happily, even licking the sweat from along their curves. "God, you're so pretty…"
"Thanks," she laughed sheepishly.
"This might sound weird," Piper found herself saying. "But can… you press them against Isabella's? I just want to see. We've never played with such big ones before."
Karen shook her head in a daze, but she wasn't refusing. "Why the hell not?"
Piper grabbed at her exhausted girlfriend's arm, dragging her up. Positioning both tired blondes, she first had them sit side by side so that she could see four alluring round breasts in a row, then she had them press the sides of their bodies together, and, finally, she had them press directly against one another, squishing their breasts between them.
Throughout, Karen stared down at Isabella's chest, not quite believing what she was doing. "Full experience, right?"
Piper nodded, rubbing herself to the enchanting image. "Damn, breasts are awesome."
"Can't disagree there," the older woman said, playing lightly with her student's chest. "I think I'm actually starting to get turned on again…"
"Ooh, I know what I want!" Piper said, eager to exp
erience her random fantasies while both blondes were tired and compliant. "Isabella, sit in her lap."
Her girlfriend weakly climbed on top of her teacher, humoring her.
"Alright, now lean back."
Both blondes leaned away until Isabella was practically lying on top of her teacher with her back pressing down on that ample bosom.
Piper got between and spread both their legs. "You are turned on again," she said, noting the juices dripping from the older woman. Before her, Karen's sex sat bare and open; right above that, Isabella's butt pressed against her thighs, and her perfect pink slit rested just above.
"Alright, stay just like that," Piper ordered excitedly, leaning in to finger one sex and tongue the other. Both blondes sighed at the penetration, and Karen reached up and around to squeeze and knead her student's large breasts.
Too tired to speak, both blondes just breathed and enjoyed the feeling as Piper sank into her favorite task, made all the more exciting by being able to play with two pussies at once again. This time, the angle between them was different—both were oriented the same way—and she found it much easier to manage their pleasure.
A thought occurred to her, and she immediately seized upon it.
Carefully feeling out the reactions in their bodies, she kept Isabella just on the edge of orgasm while she brought Karen up to match. As both blondes grew antsy and insistent, she reached the right moment—and upped her energy, bringing them both to orgasm at the same time.
As they screamed and bucked against one another, she worked them both expertly, gaining what she'd sought: silk walls clenching around her tongue above, and around her numerous fingers below, two sexes tightening with orgasm at the same time.
Without any warning, a few sparks resounded in her own body, a sort of spontaneous near-orgasm. Clinging to that feeling, she smiled as she tongued and fingered, loving the moment. It was crazy how open and direct she could be now that she and Isabella were so comfortable together. She'd literally been able to just ask for the lesbian experiences she'd wanted, and Isabella had gladly granted them.
Her heart filled with warmth and love for her ever-deepening bond with her girlfriend, and she worked both blondes through their orgasms and down into recovery. Finally pulling away, her face and hands dripping, the bedsheets literally soaked with sweat and juices, she licked her lips happily.
Karen got up abruptly and, still naked, headed into the bathroom and turned on the fan inside to mask her sounds.
Clambering over to her girlfriend, Piper fell into a tight embrace.
Grasping her close, their entire bodies pressed skin to skin, Isabella kissed her cheek. "I said we'd make tonight special, right?"
Piper squeezed her eyes shut and smiled widely for a moment. "So good. So good. I can't get over how much I love you."
"Me too," Isabella replied, studying her face with bright eyes. "So much."
She gaped suddenly. "How was your first time getting fucked by a strap-on?!"
"Unexpected…" The pixie-cut blonde blinked. "You're gonna have to do that to me, a lot. It was kind of amazing."
"Right?" Piper replied, beaming. "I love it when you fuck me."
Isabella's green eyes flashed with humor and excitement. "There's something else I've been thinking about, too."
"Oh yeah?"
As Piper watched, the excitement in her girlfriend's eyes suddenly changed to intense worry, then doubt, then a neutral mask.
"You can…" Isabella began.
Piper already knew that what she was going to say wasn't what she'd originally intended. Had what she'd originally wanted to say scared her or something? Isabella had always been one to struggle with her own emotions.
"You can have sex with Jessie if you want…"
She glared widely, not believing her ears. "What?"
Isabella looked away as if fighting with herself, but then she doubled down on it. "I'm not blind. I know you two have tension, and she's your best friend. I also know you and I are unbreakable. So, if you want to have sex with her just to see what it's like or just because you feel like it, you can."
Confused, hurt, angry, and wary, Piper narrowed her eyes and loosened their embrace somewhat. "Why would you say that?"
"I just told you. I'm not worried. We have sex with lots of girls—case in point. Why would it be any different with her?"
Shaking her head and unsure how to react, Piper shut down the conversation by giving no response.
Isabella didn't let up. "I'm serious."
Karen emerged from the bathroom looking somewhat more in control. Smoothing back her matted hair, she sighed, looked around the room for her stuff, and began the process of returning to reality. "This didn't happen," she ordered, her firm tone back.
The two girls both nodded.
Dressing quickly, the older woman approached the door and looked out the peephole to make sure the hallway was clear.
Still naked, Isabella got up and approached her.
Karen eyed her warily.
Reaching down, Isabella slid two fingers inside herself, then brought those fingers up to her teacher's mouth.
Instinctively, Karen opened and let them between her lips. Once they were inside, she had no choice but to gently suck them clean.
"Just so you'll remember how I taste when I flash you in class," Isabella whispered, withdrawing. "And if I decide I want an orgasm after class and Piper's unavailable, I'll put you on your knees and make you taste this again."
Karen shook her head. "This was a one-time thing."
Piper watched in awe as Isabella donned a light smirk and pushed gently down on Karen's shoulder before guiding her head by her blonde locks. The fully-clothed woman slowly dropped to her knees before her naked student and took in a shivering breath from the warm mound pressed against her face. Isabella simply waited, and Karen slipped out her tongue and meekly began drawing her tongue up in repeated arcs.
Her jaw half-dropped the entire time, Piper stared as her girlfriend's fully-clothed physics teacher licked pussy for nearly twenty-five minutes, an eternity punctuated only by the sounds of breathing and lapping—until Isabella reached one final and difficult panting orgasm. Her girlfriend's thighs quivered mightily, and then stilled.
Isabella brought her teacher up to her feet again and then gently wiped away her own juices from the older woman's mouth. "If I decide I want an orgasm after class and Piper's unavailable, I'll put you on your knees in the girl's bathroom," she repeated firmly. "Understood?"
There was no longer any contest. The older woman said nothing, instead slipping out the door in a red-faced huff.
Just like that, they were alone.
Confused by the stupid crap Isabella had just said to her about Jessie instead of her real feelings, Piper decided to let that part of the evening go away, instead focusing on happy thoughts and on the intense sex they'd just had. Lying down next to her, Isabella scooted over and cuddled her from behind. They fell asleep together.
The hangover the next morning wasn't too bad, but Piper wished she'd had a little less to drink given the long drive ahead. She packed her things in her car, said goodbye to her girlfriend, and headed out.
A bit down the road and once out of sight, she stopped.
Jessie came out from her prearranged spot, threw her stuff in the trunk, and climbed in the passenger's seat. "Isabella have any idea what we're doing?"
"No," Piper replied, her thoughts on what her girlfriend had said the night before.
"Then come on, let's go!" her best friend said, smiling.
It was too late, in any case. She'd already committed. She stepped on the gas and headed for the highway while a weird darkness clung to her heart.
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Chapter 13
Watching the rolling landscape go by, Piper bit her lip absently.
Glancing over as she took her turn driving, Jessie smiled and poked her. "What's up? You've been quiet for the last hour."
"Just thinking," she replie
d. "Are we doing the right thing here?"
"You know I can't answer that. But it's too late, we're doing it."
She tilted her head to half-lie on her seat belt. "Yeah."
The drive ahead was long, but she did have to admit to herself that she was committed to this path. As strange as it felt to act normal, she tried to just hang out and listen to Jessie's music, and even—eventually—sing along. It was a road trip, after all. Scrolling through the hooked-up iPod, she started picking out her favorite songs.
And, then, it was time for food.
"I love road trip food," she squealed as they took an off-ramp. "You get to eat whatever you want, calories be damned, and you can stop at all sorts of unusual locations."
"I get what you mean," Jessie replied, pulling toward a pizza place she'd never heard of. "Want to get only one slice each but stop at some place new like every hour or two?"
Slipping off her seatbelt, she laughed. "That's an amazing idea."
The pizza place was staffed by despondent teenagers, but the slices were wonderfully greasy and piled high with toppings. They sat at a table against a window with a perfect view of the highway traffic. From their vantage point, it looked like a calm and quiet multi-colored river.
"I think the kid back there thinks you're cute," Jessie teased. "He gave your slice an extra layer of pepperoni."
"Oh, stop," she said, before biting into heaven.
"You should tell him you're only into girls so he doesn't feel rejected."
After chewing and swallowing, Piper stuck out her tongue at her best friend. "You just like saying that I'm only into girls."
"I do. What can I say?" Jessie scratched at her wavy neon green hair. "Makes me feel normal."
She raised an eyebrow as she thought about her best friend's crazy hairstyles and tumultuous life choices. "Jess, you're hardly normal. Being a lesbian has nothing to do with that."