Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 02

Then I stopped kissing long enough to whisper into her mouth, "Lisa, you can always find a better boyfriend. This doesn't have to change your life," I said again and raised myself up some and ran my finger over a nipple; it was firm and all but throbbing. Lisa's eyes closed a moment in pleasure. I leaned down to whisper between her lips again, "Do you really think my breasts are pretty?" I asked and raised myself back up to give her a good look. She looked at my chest and nodded, "Then kiss one if you like." For once, she didn't hesitate which almost made me jump in surprise. She raised her head and kissed my left breast several times then gave a gentle suck on the nipple. I sighed at the wonderful delicate touch of her warm mouth. Pleased with my reaction she did the same to my other breast. "That was so lovely, Lisa. May I do the same to yours?"

"Yes," she grinned, "I wondered if I would enjoy that ever since you took your shirt off."

"And do you like kissing my breasts?" I waited for her nodding smile, and I said, "Then suck my nipples a little more, please." I lowered myself a little but she also raised her head and began to suck harder at my nipples – back and forth between them for several minutes. "Now let me." I sighed.

So I began kissing her breasts softly the way I like it and when I started to suck on her nipples, she whispered, "Harder please." So I sucked harder on them and nipped them slightly with my teeth. She responded by pressing her groin harder against my hip and moaned, using her hands to hold my head closer to her chest. I continued sucking, pulling with my lips and nibbling on her nipples, and she cried out, "Yes, Betty, yes!" Her hips were pumping her groin against my hip now. This was a girl who really enjoyed her breasts, so I enjoyed them too.

I thought she might be actually approaching orgasm when she suddenly pushed my head back from her breasts and said, "You can take my pants off now, Betty. It just couldn't be too terrible to let our bodies touch each other and I think it would make me come." Her face was pink and her eyes serious. She was breathing with parted lips, and I could tell she was indeed pretty close to orgasm.

I scrambled off her and stood beside her getting ready to reach for her button, but she was already opening the button and unzipping, so I assisted in pulling her jeans off. They were pretty snug but I managed to get them all the way off her. The lower half of her body dazzled me. Every slight movement she made caused a muscle ripple, even in her hips. Her smooth tanned thighs and lower legs were rounded and thick with muscle. Her pale bikini marks framed a somewhat thick but neatly trimmed dark brown bush so she could wear her bikini without hair poking out. Her dark pubic hair looked soft and nearly completely hid the thick lips of her swollen mound of Venus.

"You're so beautiful all over, Lisa!" I said with obvious awe in my voice, beginning to run my hands over those wonderful legs.

"Do you really think so?" Lisa gave a shy smile and rubbed her legs together, "Some guys think I look too muscular in the legs. It's not my fault; I just naturally look like that." Her legs moved nervously some more as I ran my hands over them.

"I think you have the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I said reverently, "Just touching your sexy muscles is such a turn on that it makes me want to kiss your legs." I looked up into her lovely long-lashed green eyes, "Please say I can kiss your sexy legs, Lisa?"

"Gosh Betty!" she turned a little pinker in the face, "You've been doing a great job of seducing me so far, but now you think my legs are sexy?" She took a deep breath that made her breasts swell marvelously, "If you think my legs are sexy, of course you can kiss them!"

I knelt beside her and began kissing her legs, paying special attention to her heavy calves and their lovely curves and the long vertical dimple. I kissed her tan thighs thoroughly too, noting the fine blond hairs above her shaving line. I licked, kissed and nibbled at the creamy area left by her bikini, not once kissing her furred mound, until she was squirming and trying to pull me to her pussy with her hands. "Please Betty. I can't help myself any more. Make me come, Betty!" she moaned. So I began to nuzzle and kiss her pubic hair, then spread her thick outer lips with my fingertips. I so wanted this and bit back a moan as she spread her legs wider for me revealing her sharp smell to my sensitive nose.

It was definitely different this time. I wanted her pussy more than anything. I spread her furred outer lips. She was just gorgeous with smooth, dark pink glistening inner flesh, a small clit and a lovely jagged hole of a vagina that grasped at my tongue when I slid it inside her. I reveled in her woman smell and even the slight hint of pee – it seemed the richest sexiest smell in the world to me now. I wuzzled my face back and forth inside her, trying to get my face as far inside her as I could. I spread her ass checks and lapped happily at her pale brown sphincter and even tongued inside its dry warmth, while she seemed to squirm and pivot on my tongue, sighing and moaning her pleasure, her feet and calves massaging my back.

When I started licking and sucking on her clit, I eased two fingers inside her juicy vagina and pumped them in and out making squishy wet noises that both of us evidently enjoyed because she cried out and started turning red after only about two minutes of this. When her orgasm hit fully, she got louder with her moans and cries and pumped her hips wildly at my face. I was not only finding it difficult to ride her with my face, but I got a bit of battering too from her pussy bone. Still I rode her orgasm out with her juices practically dribbling down my chin. I licked at her juices, swallowed what I could and rubbed some across my breasts.

When she finally indicated that she was getting over sensitive, I climbed back up on her body and put my breasts in her face. I let her suck at my pussy scented breasts for a couple of minutes, and then I began kissing her again. She kissed me back passionately evidently eager for more of her own pussy smell, and the taste of her pussy in my mouth. Finally, between kisses she said softly, "I didn't really want to do this at first, but that was just wonderful, Betty. I've never had such a powerful orgasm before!"

I was so full of lust and having such a wonderful time that I had to stop and think about her words before they sank in, "I'm so glad you liked it, Lisa. I don't even think you would believe me if I told you how much I enjoyed doing that to you. I may have had even more fun than you did." I searched into her green eyes feeling very tender toward her, "Rest how ever long you need, but then, I would really love to do it to you again."

She gave a little shrug of her shoulders that could mean anything. "I was telling the truth about not considering women sexually, but I have had a few dreams about it – strange and powerfully sexual dreams that made me wake up feeling ashamed. I've fought it, hidden from it, and never admitted it to a soul, but still I will occasionally have dreams about sex with other girls, older women, sometimes more than one woman at a time. And now that you did that to me, well..."

"Well what, darling?" and I gave her little peck on her freckle sprinkled nose.

"It's like my dreams – sexual and wonderful, but I'm awake. So I also feel ashamed and kind of dirty. And you licked my ass, Betty! That was such a filthy thing to do." She looked searchingly back into my eyes, trying I think to see if I understood. "I really liked it and that makes me feel like a dirty, filthy slut." Her words were still soft and sweet, but I had to admit I was a little puzzled by the content.

"So you don't want me to lick your ass any more?" I gave her a slow lick across her lips and felt her shiver under me.

"Are you kidding? I definitely want you to do some more of that! It felt funny at first, you know, like I was going to the bathroom, but then it got all warm..." she gave me a sly little smile, "I'm just telling you that I am really learning to love feeling like a dirty, filthy slut. And for my first conscious act as your slut, can I take the rest of your clothes off? I've never really looked closely at a naked woman."

"Of course," I murmured with a grin back, "Anything you want, Lisa." I rose and stood beside her while she sat up. She reached for the button and zipper on the side of my skirt and quickly had me stepping out of it. Then while she looked over my legs pretty thoroughly running her fingers along my curves, she pulled down my panties and then looked at my groin. "Oh, but you are so pretty, too, Betty," she exclaimed, pulling my hips to her face and kissing my dark brown pubic hair. She went on hugging my hips and kissing my pubic hair and nuzzling it, but not really getting down into my slit. Still, I felt pretty charmed by her actions and took it as a good sign.

Suddenly she looked up at me, "I hope I'm not being too forward..."

I chuckled, "No, darling, you can do anything you like, pose me how you like, look at me, touch me, kiss me – absolutely anything at all – I'll be your sex-slave if you like."

She rubbed her chin in my pubic hair, still hugging my hips while her green eyes probed mine, "Really?"

"Absolutely, Lisa," I said, putting affection into my voice, "my body is your plaything to satisfy yourself with tonight." I pressed my pussy against her face just a little, "You already seem to like my pussy, and I can tell you it is already pretty hot for you."

"Oh yes," she said giving me some more pubic hair kisses, "It's so pretty. I was always a little afraid I might be like this if I ever gave in to temptation. That's one reason I was so reluctant. I love the way women's pubic hair looks and you are just so perfect." She gave me several more kisses in the pubic hair, then a couple of French ones and one that licked just barely near my clit, then she looked up at me again, "If you meant what you said, I would like to have a look at your bottom, please, then inside your pussy?"

"Of course," I said, wondering at the girl's total eagerness now that she had set aside her inhibitions – and apparently from gratitude for the orgasm I gave her. Strange girl, but I was loving this! I turned around and felt a little embarrassed as I felt her fingers spread my ass cheeks wide and the cool air hit my asshole. She rubbed her nose against my pucker a moment, then I felt a feathery kiss that made thrills run up and down my legs. "Oh God, what a beautiful bottom," murmured Lisa just before she began to French kiss my cheeks, up and down my crack and finally my asshole with feathery, light French kisses.

I couldn't help the involuntary wiggle in my hips when her tongue slipped slightly inside my bottom. The pleasure and warmth she was spreading in my ass filled me with delight but surprised me with her boldness. I felt her fingers penetrate my vagina as her tongue continued to slip deeper and deeper into my ass. I was now bending slightly forward, spreading my legs wider and moaning my pleasure. I was actually approaching orgasm when her strong hands turned me around again, and she looked up at me with her green eyes, long lashes and freckled nose and said, "You've just gotta fuck my face, Betty, please? Just treat me like your dirty whore! Please?"

She leaned her head back on the couch, so I put my knees on the couch straddling her head, and bracing my arms against the back of the couch, I lowered myself by spreading my thighs wider until I felt her mouth kissing and licking in my pussy. "Now, fuck my face and fuck me hard, Betty!" I began moving my hips backward and forward, moving faster until I was giving her face a really good ride, mainly hitting my clit against her nose with her mouth in my vagina, her tongue moving all inside me. I fucked even harder and faster as I felt my orgasm building, and then when I was coming I was fucking her face so hard, I was no longer thinking or caring if I hurt her with her nose going from my asshole up to my clit and down again, faster and harder.

I had never come so hard or long in my life. I know I screamed once or twice, and the orgasm lasted an incredibly long time. I was also aware of lubricating fluids – pussy juice practically flowing out of me and judging by the slurping and gulping noises, being appreciated by Lisa. I felt like a nasty sweaty old pervert taking wicked advantage of a young innocent girl. I'd never felt better in my life! I would have been content to rest a while, but Lisa asked me to lie on my tummy so she could play with my ass some more. Lisa loved playing with my ass it seemed, and my ass sure as hell loved the attention.

I lay on the couch, feeling good while Lisa worked hard at making me feel even better, and she was doing a good job. She was being gentle, massaging my cheeks with her hands and giving me continuous licks up and down the crack of my bottom, pausing frequently to kiss and lick in my little pucker, not penetrating me much, just little stabs with her tongue now and then along with licks and kisses on the backs of my thighs. "Ooo, I can't believe that I am loving doing this to a woman," I heard her mutter, "It's just so sexy, so hot!" She also let me return the favor afterward, something I enjoyed much more than I had thought I would. She had such a round, shapely bottom.

When I was licking her lovely bottom and tonguing her hole, she started working with me, using her ass muscles to open when I pushed in and squeeze shut when I pulled out, until it was mostly her, sucking in and ejecting my tongue. I mentioned how wonderful her new skill was, and she insisted on practicing some more, so we traded back and forth until we were both getting pretty good at using our anal muscles, and it felt wonderful, too!

Finally we sat together on the couch, naked and making out and feeling each other up. Slowly the kissing grew passionate again and the feeling up became clit rubbing. We both tried to come together, but I guess I was a little more excited and started coming first. However, that made Lisa more excited and she was coming before I finished. Finally, I told Lisa that it was nearly midnight and time for me to go to bed, besides I needed to pee something desperate.

Lisa reached for her shirt, but when I stood to go to the bathroom, she asked me, "Would you mind if I come with you. I'd really love to watch you pee."

I hesitated, "There will be plenty of time for everything, but not tonight, Lisa. It's just too late. But if you want to get some things from home and move in tomorrow that would be okay – I mean you could live here until the end of the project." I hesitated again, thinking what a big step this was for me, "At least without your commute time, we would have a little more time for having sex – when we aren't working, I mean."

Lisa nodded thoughtfully, obviously shrugging off the request to watch me pee, "Ok, Betty, that would probably be pretty smart. The project ends right before school starts up, and we might not be able to see each other as often then, maybe not at all the first couple of weeks of school." A startled look crossed her face and she looked into my eyes, "Assuming, that is..."

I chuckled, "Oh yes, Lisa! While I'm sure you will move on one of these days, until then, I want to enjoy you as much as I can, and as often as I can!" We said good night and I hurried off to pee.

The next morning Lisa showed up early at 8 with two suitcases – we usually started at 10. Having just gotten out of the shower, I was still wearing my terrycloth bathrobe, but I helped her square away her things in my bedroom.

After that we went to the bedroom to sixty-nine for an hour or so before breakfast and starting work. We had another week and a couple of days to fill our obligation to the trial attorney, and although we worked hard, our breaks were sex breaks instead of coffee breaks, and every night was filled with passionate sex and some experimenting. I don't think I took one piss the first few days without Lisa watching. Then she started insisting on licking me clean. This was difficult to tolerate without it leading to sex, but somehow I managed at least some of the time. After returning the favor a few times, I found myself learning to enjoy it. Licking a little fresh pee off of a sweet pussy was turning into a very pleasant habit.

Lisa just lived with me the whole time. Other than the work, sleeping and eating, it was almost a continuous orgy. We even showered together. When the work ended, we both promised to keep in touch, and I knew we would because we had grown so close and almost dependent on each other for frequent sexual gratification.

The first day after Lisa left, I relaxed and didn't think too much about sex. But by the second day, it was almost like coming off a drug habit. I started thinking about sex constantly and actually had a little trouble keeping my hands to myself at work. I actually found myself occasionally finding excuses to touch other women – accidentally brushing against another woman in the close confines of the coffee room at the firm, or in the copy room, or at the printers. Sometimes I would touch a co-worker or even an attorney (if she was female) on the arm or shoulder to get their attention instead of saying their name.

There were several interesting developments from the touching business. One was that I became quickly more subtle about it, as I would occasionally get a funny look about it if I wasn't subtle enough. And another thing was that I started to notice more the women that didn't mind me touching them and there were two that even 'leaned into it' as if to indicate their pleasure at being touched. One was a very junior attorney about my age named Sara, and the other was another paralegal named Denise.

Denise had straight, shiny black hair that she wore short, about midway down her neck. She was about my height with very pale skin and had medium-sized breasts, about the size of mine, but a little more up-thrusted, although of course that could be her bra. She had a nice figure with sexy, curvy legs. She was several years younger than me, though, twenty-one or twenty-two. On the fourth morning of my having no sex except masturbation, she was dressed in a striped long sleeve blouse and a fairly short gray skirt. In the copy room, I had let my hip brush her bottom as I passed her to use the next copy machine. In reaching for some color stock on a shelf on the other side of me, Denise brushed my back ever so slightly with her breast.

Twenty minutes later in the law library, I encountered her again and as I started down her aisle she squatted for a book on the bottom shelf with her legs spread enough for me to get a good look at her panties – which were white with blue, yellow and pink flowers. I actually paused and silently gasped at the lovely sight of her bunched leg muscles and the intimate glimpse of her panties. I was wearing a brown dress with a longer hem line than hers, but I stopped not three feet in front of her and squatted facing her to reach for a bottom shelf book not far from the one she had opened.

I had made sure that my dress had rode up my legs as I squatted giving her pretty much the same view up my dress. My panties were red. Expressionlessly, she stared down my skirt, her gaze locked on my crotch. Her face had pretty, pointed features giving her a slightly fox-like appearance. She was wearing a wedding ring and I recalled that she had mentioned her husband before. Slowly she raised her gaze to my eyes and with a slight smile she spoke softly, "They're lovely, Betty. Silk?"

I smiled back using my dimples for maximum damage, "I indulged myself, Denise." I answered then glanced between her legs letting my gaze linger, "But I love the choice of flowers, it suggests a gentle, sweet perfume."