Her Daughter Brought Home a Friend

LATE FRIDAY NIGHT -- THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING

"You didn't start without me?" Ingrid whispered, pulling down the covers and wrapping her bare arms and legs around Ellen. Her tongue thrust gently into the older woman's mouth, but the fleeting taste of pussy must have been in Ellen's dream.

"INGRID! What are you doing?" she blurted, "Why aren't you with Arial?"

She's sleeping so hard it would take a cannon to wake her. A BIG cannon! But I was awake and started thinking about my wonderful Thanksgiving feast with you on the menu. And THAT made me horny!"

"We can't do this. What if Arial wakes up and comes downstairs."

"First, that's not going to happen. I've tried to wake her before. And second, that's not going to happen. Now kiss me!

Ingrid hastily unbuttoned Ellen's pajama top, freeing her breasts and eagerly sucking her nipples into sensitive spikes while her hands molded and caressed the older woman's full breasts. Ellen's resistance faded.

"That feels sooo good!" Ellen whispered, and Ingrid began biting her nipple lightly, drawing small gasps as her teeth nibbled. Ellen could feel warmth in her pussy as the girl's hand slid between her legs.

"Mmm! You're already wet!" Ingrid whispered, smiling at Ellen who was suddenly embarrassed.

"I was having a sexy dream just before you woke me up."

"I hope you were dreaming about my face between your legs."

Ellen quaked inwardly -- half embarrassed, half aroused -- at the thought of Ingrid looking closely at her pussy. She was still adjusting to the idea of a young, attractive woman devouring her pussy with every sign of eager pleasure.

"Do all pussies look alike?" she asked as Ingrid worked her pajama pants off.

"Oh no!" Ingrid replied. "Some are like closed buds with just a tiny slit you have to tease open. Others are like blossoming orchids, wide open from the start.

Once I slept with a black girl who had really dark skin. She had these dark, plump outer lips, but once I spread them open she was all reddish-pink inside like a beautiful sunset. In fact, once you get them open, pussies have all these amazing shades of pink. They're beautiful!"

"I'm not complaining, but you said you're basically straight ... you're not gay, so why sleep with women?"

"Practical reasons mostly, and because I looove women's bodies! Professors are off limits at school. Nearly all are married or gay and I don't fuck married guys. And most guys in college don't have much experience so they don't know how to get you off. And call me shallow, but when I go to bed with somebody I *DEFINITELY* want to come!"

"Girls mostly know how to get themselves off or are willing to learn. But it's bizarre how some guys refuse to admit they don't know how to satisfy a woman. It's like their egos won't let them learn something if it makes them look like a noob."

By this time Ingrid had pushed the covers off the bed, removed Ellen's pajamas and was settling down, pushing the woman's legs wide, inhaling her enticing smell.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Ellen."

"Oh ... uh, thank you," she replied, blushing.

"Really. Your outer lips are very full and kind of swollen right now, while your inner lips are sticking out ... dark, wet and just asking to be sucked. Down lower I can just barely see your opening and at the top your clit is still hidden, but I can see the shaft."

"There's a shaft?"

"You must have felt that your clit is at the end of a little shaft," Ingrid said, her hands gently spreading Ellen's silky inner lips.

"There it is," she said, leaning in to take the woman's firm little bead gently between her lips.

Ellen gasped, and her hips thrust eagerly as Ingrid began lightly sucking on her clitoris, enjoying her tangy flavor. A low moan escaped the older woman as her hands caressed her lover's head.

Ingrid slowly, lightly suckled Ellen's clit, deliberately prolonging her climb to full arousal, while an exploring finger found its way to the woman's vagina and pushed slowly inside. Ellen groaned as she felt herself penetrated, the finger gliding easily on a growing flow of pussy juice. Between Ingrid's mouthing and her own fluids everything between her legs was gloriously wet.

"I love how you react to everything I do," Ingrid said, briefly lifting her face from Ellen's pussy.

"I ... I could take two fingers," the woman replied shakily.

"That's my girl!" Ingrid whispered, sliding a second finger into her lover's pussy. She began sliding her fingers in and out of Ellen's deep well while continuing her light sucking on the woman's clit.

"You ... are ... making ... me ... so ... FUCKING ... HOT ... RIGHT ... NOW!!" Ellen cried hoarsely, her thighs trembling, overwhelmed by the waves of sensation from her pussy.

Then without warning Ingrid pulled her fingers out of her lover's pussy and replaced them with her thumb. She slid those wet fingers down, and finding Ellen's asshole, forced them quickly inside her as far as they could go.

"NO!" Ellen shouted, shocked by the sudden violation of her ass. But the invasion of her virgin ass combined with the stimulation of her pussy and clit made her climax at last. Her pussy and ass squeezed hard, trying to close on Ingrid's invading fingers while her body arched, raising her hips high off the bed. She cried out helplessly.

"OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD!!" she wailed, overwhelmed by powerful sensations, writhing uncontrollably and trying to squirm away from Ingrid's lashing tongue and spearing fingers.

"UNGH!UNGH! UNNNNGH!" she cried, her eyes screwed shut ... hands clutching the sheets for something solid as her world dissolved.

Ingrid pulled her fingers out of Ellen's ass then thrust into her again, sliding both into the woman's squeezing, pulsing butt. Ellen gasped, bucked her hips off the bed and cried out all at once.

"OH-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-INGRID, DON'T-YOU-FUCKING-STOP!!!"

Ingrid exulted at the power of Ellen's orgasm while wrapping her free arm around Ellen's thigh so the woman's thrashing couldn't throw her off the bed. Meanwhile she strained to keep her tongue caressing the woman's clit and her hand driving fingers into Ellen's pussy and ass.

Minutes later Ellen lay exhausted and limp, softly babbling endearments. Ingrid lifted her wet face from her lover's pussy and let her fingers slowly slide out of her gripping pussy and ass. Crawling up Ellen's body she kissed her gently and held her, waiting for her partner to revive.

"I didn't know I could feel that way," Ellen whispered finally. "It was like an earthquake inside me, shaking everything and making lights flash in my head."

"I wanted that for you," Ingrid whispered back. "It was a risk. Some people don't get any special feeling from their ass. For others ... well ... it's powerful."

"I was going to climax anyway, but when you did that it amplified everything. Now my problem is finding a way to keep you in my bed forever."

Ingrid giggled.

"You don't need me, my beautiful lover. You need to find a suitable guy, or girl, willing to learn, and teach them to give you what you want."

"Alex I'll take Impossible Tasks for $500," Ellen mused.

"You're giving up before you even try," Ingrid scolded quietly. "You can do this!"

"I hope so. Now I want to make you feel everything you made me feel."

Ingrid smiled at her and said, "You can go hard on my nipples. I like that."

So Ingrid gave Ellen a long, expert level course in stimulating her breasts, her pussy, and finally her ass with long periods of caressing, kissing and talking. Her orgasm was a long time coming, but all the more powerful.

"See, that's another reason I like girls. Most guys get in a hurry, like they think they should be doing something every second," Ingrid said.

"Would you ever give up guys completely?"

"No way!" she replied. "I could never give up guys. I love, love, love how it feels after all the foreplay when they slowly slide inside me for the first time until they're completely buried. Like they're a part of me!"

"But someday I might have to choose," Ingrid mused. "I fall in lust all the time, but I don't fall in love easily -- too much bad history. Maybe someday I'll love somebody so much I'll give up everybody else. It could happen to me and it could happen to you, once you get over your ex."

"You think I'm not over my ex?

"Girl, there's fire in your eyes every time your ex is mentioned! No I don't think you're over him, and you need to work on that. You need to open yourself to other possibilities, whether men or women."

"It'll have to be men," Ellen mused. "This town is too conservative, still."

She realized then that Ingrid had fallen asleep in her arms, so she pulled the covers around them and soon fell asleep herself.