Daughters - Susan Ch. 01

"Fuck, Sandy...fuck me, please fuck me, I wannna cum in your mouth, cream on your fucking face..." Finally, she took pity, wrapping her soft lips around my clit, and squeezing, as her tongue flicked over the top of it in short, sharp touches.

My whole lower half exploded in sensation, radiating out from the tiny pinpoint of my clit through my entire body, and I screamed from the pleasure. I really think I became unconscious, or somehow lost myself - I found myself hoarse, with Sandy's hand over my mouth, a worried look on her face, saying something -

"-god, Susan, you'll wake the dead, if not the neighbors! And you'll wake HIM..."

"Wha?" I murmured.

"I said, 'Shut up!' God, I love you, but we can't fuck if your husband's running down the stairs with a hammer in his hand, trying to kill us!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry," I whispered, looking up the stairs. ""Was I really loud?"

"'Loud'? If I ever cum like that, I guarantee I'll marry the girl!" Sandy sat next to me, her hand on my thigh.

"I don't hear anything..." she said tentatively.

"I think he's still asleep," I said. Joe was a pretty sound sleeper after a couple of drinks.

"Maybe I should go," Sandy said. "I don't want to fuck up what you've got here."

"Oh no, please! I'm dying to taste you," I said. "I think I'll die if I don't get to lick your little pussy - I've been looking at it and wanting it again..."

"Well, maybe just that," Sandy said, reluctantly. "And we can see each other again, can't we?

"And you know I mean, just you." I was happy to hear that she wanted to see me again - and not with Joe around.

"I think I'd die if we didn't," I said, and then we kissed again. A sweet, memorable kiss. Made more memorable by what followed.

"Now...it's my turn," I teased, and Sandy eagerly lay on the sofa, both of us visible from the stairs. I began kissing Sandy's slim, athletic thighs, her skin smooth and warm, and smelling of lavender. Sandy murmured with pleasure, both of us quickly forgetting our alarm at Joe potentially waking up.

My fingers roamed lightly over her upper thighs, my fingernails lightly scraping her skin, leaving faint white streaks. Sandy giggled and let her left foot fall to the floor, exposing her sweet little cunny, a thin pink slit opening to reveal the darker red interior, moist and gleaming. I licked my lips, and lightly stroked over her vulva, her lips plumping and her cream coating my fingers

Sandy moaned, and wriggled her hips. "Touch me, harder," she coaxed me, her eyes hungry and anxious for satisfaction.

"Mm, how about I just kiss you," I whispered, and bent my face down to her sweet smelling pussy, spreading her lips with my fingers, and tentatively tasting a pussy again. I was hooked by the taste, and smell, heat and moisture of a clean and fresh, excited young pussy - I knew I'd never go back to any male after experiencing that.

I didn't want to take my mouth off her. I would have been happy to go to sleep with my face at her crotch, and wake up that way, too. I've heard of women 'worshiping' cock or pussy, now I knew what they meant by it. I licked inside Sandy's hot slit, she moaned and produced more and more of her creamy lube for me to eat, but I knew I wanted to build her up to a climax as hot as mine - though I wasn't sure if I actually could - after all, this was my first cunt.

I licked up along her labia with the tip of my tongue, and dipped back inside her tight hole, while I stroked as lightly as I could over her clit. She'd jerk her hips if I touched her too closely there, but I learned pretty quickly the right pace and pressure to use for her. She cooed, louder and louder, as I got better at both eating her sweet, musky hole, and caressing her hot little bump. I knew I was doing it right when I saw each of her hands gripping the fabric of the sofa, and her ass began humping up in a vain effort to get her clit closer to the finger teasing it.

I so wanted to drag it out forever, for her everlasting pleasure, and because I loved tasting and smelling her pussy, but Sandy started jerking her hips harder and faster, and her left hand let go of the sofa and grabbed my hair, pulling my face hard into her cunt. I was surprised at my gentle Sandy's loss of control - it really hurt!

She moaned, "Fuck me with your tongue, Susan, fuck me so good, baby," and I could tell she was trying to keep the noise down, but it was so good to hear her cumming because of me, her shudders of pleasure went on a long time, I guess it was just a really nice, long orgasm instead of an overwhelming wave. I hoped it was okay. I snuggled against her pelvis when she slowed her shivering, then crawled up with my face next to hers.

"Was that okay?" I whispered.

She laughed, then coughed. "Oh yeah, baby, that was okay, it was wonderfully, deliciously okay. It was okayly perfect, darling, the best ever."

"Okayly perfect?" I said.

"You should make me lick all over your body for making up a word," she said wearily, then sat up.

I was focusing on Sandy, and telling her we needed to get some sleep, when, hearing a noise, I turned to see Joe on the stairs, looking down at the two of us on the sofa. The look on his face was inscrutable as he turned around without a word to return upstairs.