I could do only what she asked in a demanding tone. Her voice and the sheer anticipation of the unknown had hypnotized me. I rested my small frame onto my palms and lifted my rear end off the lacquered wood as she had said. Cassandra grabbed the small button holding my shorts around my hips and slid the tab through the button hole. In one quick motion she had my white khaki shorts to my knees then slowly sliding them past until they were all the way off. Being in a submissive role I held my body off the wood, my arms were getting shaky and Cassandra noticed this. She wrapped her hands around my hips and pushed me to the pool table. In a breathy whisper she instructed me to lay back. She folded my shorts and placed them behind my head on the green felt. My skin was textured by thousands of goose bumps now which she took advantage of by rubbing her hands up and down my thighs.
Looking up at the ceiling I had no idea of what was coming next. I had imagined something horrible but what I heard next was Cassandra complimenting me on my beautiful bush. Her mouth was silenced by the flesh of my inner thigh. Her tongue running over the goose bumps that decorated my tanned skin. I could feel wetness dripping out of my slit and into my ass crack. I became embarrassed but figured this was normal. It seemed to take for ever for my lesbian mentor to reach my pussy but that was ok.
I felt her getting closer to my crotch and then she moaned in approval. I could hear her sniffing and felt the smile on her mouth against my thigh. For some reason I applied FDS spray this morning. The flower scent mixing with my own odor triggered her suck in my labia. It was the most exquisite feeling I have ever felt. There was nothing that has been better... then her mouth, with her soft round lips, found my clit. I thought nothing could out do the labia sucking but I was wrong. I have masturbated plenty in the past but as I have explained never has a mouth or another person touched me so erotically. Cassandra's tongue made rounds about my clit and then licked the length of my pussy. She found the juices I had been leaking and slurped them with out hesitation. Her tongue now penetrated me. She rolled it into a firm implement which she used to explore the inside of my cunt. Subconsciously I moved my fingers over my clit and began teasing it. Apparently Cassandra didn't like this because she grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on top of her head. I worked my fingers through her hair and instinctively pushed her face deeper into my twat. Her moaning vibrated my pussy. I was now bucking my hips and my stomach was quivering in response to her well exercised mouth.
So much ooze had built up in my vault that when Cassandra moved her face a sloppy sound was made. She couldn't lick it up fast enough but she gave it her best try. She concentrated once again upon my clit lifting the hood with her tongue and then applying suction to the whole area. I couldn't hold back any longer. My come burst forth with reckless abandon coating my inner thighs, her face and the wood I had perched my ass on. Even though I had reached orgasm she inserted two fingers massaging my velvet walls. I was now in full blown, back arching, screaming, quivering ecstasy. I came again. I produced so much come that each insertion of her fingers caused my hot juice to squirt out. I tried to sit up but was spent. She kissed my cunt one last time and stood up.
I watched Cassandra walk over to the wet bar and dampen a paper towel. She had managed to squirt my come into her bangs and onto her forehead. I could not get up, I merely lay there with my head turned to the side watching her as she cleaned up. Eventually she came back to me and held her hands out to help me back to a sitting position. She kissed me on the lips. There was still a hint of my odor on her lips that mingled with the taste of her lipstick. God I know I am definitely a lesbian now.
"You had better clean up now Beth." She maintained a demanding but pleasant voice. "I still need to get in 17 more holes." Obviously jokingly referring to my gaping and wet hole.
I slipped on my shorts after wiping my legs with a paper towel. I attended to the pool table which was left a bit discolored from my come. Years later I will become a member of the country club and while attending functions I will see the slight discrepancy in stain. It will make me reminisce of the day I was welcomed into the sisterhood of lesbianism. Cassandra and I will have had many more encounters. As I said earlier her tipping is generous.
