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first sip. She really didn't care for the taste of booze at nine in the morning. But she
first sip. She really didn't care for the taste of booze at nine in the morning. But she
needed something to calm her nerves. She was in the middle of another sip when the phone rang. She put the drink down and picked up the receiver. "Hi," a cheery feminine voice said into her ear. "This is Helen. Whatcha gonna do with yourself today?" Helen Farnsworth, her old friend Helen Farnsworth. She clutched onto the other woman's voice like a drowning person clutching at a log. "Oh! Oh, nothing much. Why? Did you have something in mind?" "Nothing special. I could use a little company though. Feel like coming over?" "Sure," Sally said. "I'll just take a shower and be right over. LOVE BESTIALITY? BESTIALITY - ANIMALSEX - BEASTIALITY - ZOOPHILIA - DOG SEX - FARM SEX - BESTIALITY VIDEO - BESTIALITY PHOTO - BESTIALITY GIRLS - ZOOPHILIA PERSONALS - BEASTIALITY STORIES - AMATEUR BESTIALITY - ANIMAL EROTICA THE VERY BEST IN PETLOVE ENTERTAINMENT, INFORMATION, SOCIAL NETWORKING, AND MUCH MORE. SEE YOU THERE! |
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Sally and Helen had been friends for the last six months. Helen was a little older than Sally, who was twenty-four. Helen had never told her but Sally guessed her age at about twenty-seven. They had met, of all places, in a supermarket. Sally hadn't been watching where she was going and had rammed Helen's basket with her own. A watermelon fell from Sally's basket and broke open on the floor. There was a lot of scurrying around, trying to mop up melon juice, then both women broke out laughing. The two women were immediately attracted to one another. Addresses were swapped and they began to see one another fairly regularly, although Sally realized, as she drove over to Helen's place, she hadn't seen the other woman for about a month. She'd been too caught up in her marital problems, too lost and miserable to feel like going anywhere. She was a little in awe of Helen. There were things about the other woman she couldn't figure out, and other things she didn't even want to figure out. For instance, Helen and men. Helen wasn't married, and as far as Sally knew, didn't have any regular boyfriends. At least Sally had never met any, and Helen never talked about them. Yet, an air of deep sexuality emanated from Helen. She certainly didn't look either frustrated or frigid. From time to time she made cryptic allusions to her sex life. Sally had the impression her friend was into some pretty kinky things. She never pressed the point, and neither did Helen. She arrived at Helen's house and parked in the drive. Helen met her at the door, dressed in a long robe. "Hi!" she said. "I was out in the back yard, soaking up some |
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sun, but I heard your car. Come on out back with me.
sun, but I heard your car. Come on out back with me.
Sally followed her friend through the house out into the big back yard. She studied Helen as she moved along behind her. She liked the way Helen walked. Smooth, graceful, long strides. She walked like someone who knew where she was going. Helen was a good-sized woman, taller than Sally, lithely built, rich brunette in coloring, with a calm, lovely face. Nothing clumsy about her size at all. Sally was a little jealous of her good looks, forgetting her own bright blonde, big-breasted beauty. Helen looked over at Sally questioningly. "All right with you if I do some more sunbathing?" she asked. "No. Why should I mind?" Sally replied. "I wish now I'd brought my bikini, so I could join you." "Bikini? Don't be silly. Join me anyhow." Then Sally saw why Helen was wearing the robe. She was naked underneath. She casually peeled it off, baring her body. Sally's eyes quickly appraised her friend's nude form. She had to admit Helen was stunning naked. Slender, yes, but with big firm breasts, swooping from her sleek ribcage, jutting forward and out, ending in sharppointed nipples that seemed an extension of the breasts themselves. As Helen moved, her nipples executed little jiggling movements, dancing at the ends of those beautiful tits. Helen's belly was also sleek, but not hard-muscled and flat, although it looked strong. It flowed softly into the surprisingly rich swell of her hips. High up between slender but well rounded thighs nestled a neat little patch of rich brown pussy hair. A beautiful |
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woman.
woman.
"Here, look... I've got an extra towel for you," Helen said to Sally, picking up a big beach towel and walking naked with it out onto the lawn. She put it down next to a towel already lying there, and which she lay down on, sinking down in a smooth graceful movement. Sally hesitated, glancing around the yard. She wasn't used to being naked outdoors, and being naked in front of Helen made her unaccountably nervous. She couldn't tell why, but in a way being naked with Helen wasn't like being naked with another woman. However, the fence surrounding the yard looked high enough to keep anyone from looking into the yard. And Helen certainly didn't seem to mind being naked in front of her. Most of all, it was a gorgeous day, with the sun warm on her back but not blistering hot. Why not, then? Sally quickly took off her clothes by the back door and stacked them on a chair. Then she tripped out onto the lawn, the grass soft and fresh under her feet, feeling wonderfully daring and wicked. She quickly sank down onto her belly next to Helen, who was also lying on her belly. Sally felt better with her tits and pussy pressed protectively against the concealing towel. "Ummm," she sighed as she sank down into the towel. The sun did feel good on her naked back. She turned her head and saw that Helen was turned a little toward her, her head propped up on one hand so she could look at her. One of her big tits was raised up off the towel, the nipple clearly visible. Sally tried not to look. She found that the sight of Helen's body vaguely excited her. Wow! You're so horny you're getting weird! she |
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warned herself.
warned herself.
"I haven't seen you for a while," Helen Said. I haven't felt like going out much." "Depressed?" "Well... Yes." "Sorry to pry, but I could read it on your face. Want to talk about it?" Sally hesitated. Well, why not get it off her chest. "The usual," she finally said. "Marriage problems." "Sex life's dying by inches, huh?" Helen said wryly. Sally's head jerked around. "How did you know?" she blurted. Helen laughed. "Relax, I haven't been spying. It's normal enough let's see, you been married two or three years now, time enough for problems like that to crop up. Besides, your whole body shows it. You look pretty frustrated and horny, baby." "God, it really does show, huh?" Sally said glumly. "I admit it. I haven't had a good fuck for months." Why was she telling Helen all these things she wondered? Normally she kept her mouth shut about her private affairs. But it did feel good to tell someone else, someone understanding. "Have you thought about taking a lover?" Helen asked. |
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"Well... yeah, I did kind of run that through my mind," Sally admitted. "But not for
"Well... yeah, I did kind of run that through my mind," Sally admitted. "But not for
long. Too much hassle. A friend of mine tried that, but the jerk she chose really fell for her. Started bugging her about leaving her husband for him. Finally he walked right up to her husband one day - the two men had never even met before - and decked him! What a mess that was! No... I'd get divorced first, rather than clown around on the si..." "So... what's keeping you married? Hopelessly in love?" Sally wrinkled her nose. "Maybe there's some of that. But I'm beginning to believe some of what keeps me married is simple habit. You're right. It's been almost three years. Being married is kind of comfortable... aside from being horny all the time. Besides, what would I do for a living? I never really did work. I hate to admit it, but John makes good money and I like what it buys." "A-hah! Honesty hour," Helen said cheerfully. "The mad life of Sally Benson. Hey, I hate to interrupt this moment of confession, but you look pretty white to me, like you haven't been out in the sun for a while. We'd better lather same sun tan lotion on your hide or it'll burn." "Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess you're right." Sally hated to admit it, but she was pretty pale. She looked around for some sun tan lotion but Helen already had it in her hand, "Here, you just lie there and relax. I'll put it on for you," Helen said. "Real service," Sally mumbled lazily. The sun was beginning to relax her. She didn't feel like doing anything for herself. A moment later she felt a cold pool of sun tan lotion trickle onto her naked back. "Yow!" she yelped, jumping a little. "Sorry. I should have warmed it first," Helen said. "I'll take care of that now." |
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A moment later Sally felt Helen's hands on her back. Helen rubbed the lotion around
A moment later Sally felt Helen's hands on her back. Helen rubbed the lotion around
in big circles, working it into her skin. The lotion warmed quickly. Her flesh was already hot from the sun, and Helen's briskly moving hands helped her relax even more. "Mmmmnnnnn... feels good," Sally murmured drowsily. She felt her tense muscles softening as Helen's fingers kneaded deep into her flesh. It was more of a massage than just putting lotion on her skin. She appreciated it. What she really needed now was some old-fashioned tender loving care. Very soon Helen had rubbed lotion into the whole of her back and shoulders. But Sally was surprised when she felt a splash of lotion on her ass, followed immediately by Helen's warm hands. Sally's eyes flew open. She had never had another woman touch her ass. It unnerved her a little but she had to admit it felt good, as Helen's talented fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks, relaxing the big muscles inside. Then Helen was doing her legs, the backs of her thighs. Sally relaxed. It all felt so good she forgot to be nervous. But her legs had fallen open a little. Fortunately she couldn't see the speculative gaze on Helen's face as she stared down between her thighs at what she could see of her cunt. Two plump little buns, almost hairless when viewed from this angle. Helen's brown eyes began to glitter. Now she began to run her hands over Sally's body in long light strokes. Some of those strokes started far down on Sally's legs, gliding sensuously up her inner thighs almost to her cunt. The first couple of times this happened, Sally automatically tensed, and almost clamped her thighs together. But as yet her cunt hadn't been touched, so she lay there, soaking up the pleasure of Helen's light touch. it was only when Helen began slowly kneading the backs of her |
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thighs that the play got trickier. Now, sometimes, the backs of Helen's busily-working
thighs that the play got trickier. Now, sometimes, the backs of Helen's busily-working
fingers brushed against her pussy lips. Sally became more and more aware of it, and the more aware she became, the more she realized she liked it. Helen, picking the right moment carefully, said, "Come on... roll over. I'll do the rest of you." Sally rolled over slowly. Was this a good idea, she wondered? Now she could see Helen's face. She watched her friend closely as she began to massage the front of her body. So far, she found Helen's face blank, giving nothing away. She seemed to be interested in nothing more than giving her friend a good massage. She rubbed Sally's arms and shoulders. It felt so good, so relaxing, yet sensuous, that Sally was glad she had let her go ahead. But the further down her shoulders Helen's hands came, the closer they got to her tits. Finally, boldly, unselfconsciously, Helen began rubbing her tits, her hands directly on them, moving the big orbs in circles, her fingers sinking deeply into the soft but resilient flesh. It wasn't very sexual yet, but finally Sally saw the glitter in Helen's eyes. A hot, calculating glitter. "You wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would you?" she asked abruptly. Helen's eyes met hers. "You wouldn't be thinking of letting me, would you?" she replied coolly. "I... don't know. I've never done anything like that before." "Well, I have, and I like it. And I think it's what you need right now. You're about as sexually strung out as anyone I ever saw. |
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"But... this is weird..."
"But... this is weird..."
"Is it? You decide for yourself. If I do anything you don't like, just ask me to stop." Sally didn't reply. She was scared but still loving the expert touch of Helen's hands on her body. Helen had stopped rubbing her tits and was massaging down over her belly now Helen's hands moved lower and lower, until they were within an inch of Sally's cunt, brushing through the soft curl of her pussy hair. Sally tensed and was about to ask her friend to stop, but the hands suddenly moved past her cunt, stroking her legs. They moved down the outer part of her thighs, then came back up the inner thigh making the soft sensitive flesh tingle with anticipation as they once again neared her cunt. Sally tensed, but the hands went by again. This time straight to her tits. Helen began to rub them again, but in a different way this time. Lightly, sensually. Within minutes she was lightly passing her palms over Sally's nipples. They quickly grew hard, pushing back against Helen's palms. "That feels good, doesn't it?" Helen said softly. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Just keep on doing it for a while, will you?" Sally drifted into a daydream of soft pleasure. She lay there with her eyes closed as Helen's hands glided lightly over her tits. Then she felt something hot and wet against one nipple, felt something tickling her chest and belly. Her eyes flew open. Helen had bent forward and was gently licking her nipple. The tickling sensation was Helen's long dark hair, which had spilled over her body, covering her with a dark gleaming soft mass. Sally watched breathlessly as Helen's tongue flicked out of her mouth again and again, |
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just grazing her nipple. Sally fought an urge to arch her back, shoving her tit more
just grazing her nipple. Sally fought an urge to arch her back, shoving her tit more
tightly against Helen's mouth. This teasing action of the other woman's tongue was driving her crazy! Helen seemed to read her mind. She opened her lips, then sucked the nipple deep into her mouth. "Oooohhhhh," Sally moaned. It was the first hint she'd given of the pleasure radiating through her tits. Helen moved her mouth to the other nipple, then back and forth between each tit. Sally's breath began to suck in and out shudderingly. She didn't moan again. She panted. She was aware of one of Helen's hands moving down toward her cunt. She didn't fight it this time. Instead she opened her thighs wider, making room for the hand as it groped down between her legs. At first Helen seemed content with merely cupping her pussy mound while still sucking her tits. The cupped hand softly squeezed the hair-covered mound. But all the while the middle finger was slowly brushing pussy hair out of the way. All of a sudden Sally's pussy lips parted and the finger slipped deep into her slit. "Ooooohhhh," Sally moaned again as Helen's finger glided up her wildly sensitive slit and found her throbbing clit. Sally realized how wet her cunt was. So far she'd been paying attention only to her tits, and what Helen's mouth was doing to them. Now, she heard Helen's finger swishing wetly through her steaming, dripping slit, and felt the hot juices squirting out onto her trembling thighs. Helen played her clit like it was a musical instrument. She took every conceivable type |
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