Chapter Two - Straight stocking seams
Anji lay back on Mo's bed, slowly opened her legs. Her moist pubic hair matched her damp pussy, still wet from her shower. Mo kissed the inside of Anji's thigh as she made her way to her Anji's sex. Anji shivered with excitement and trepidation, her sexual experience was few and far between. She wasn't a virgin, when her family found out about her white boyfriend, she was forced to leave. She hadn't had lesbian sex before, but she couldn't deny her curiosity. She settled back and attempted to steady her breathing and quieten her heart.
She wasn't succeeding as she could feel Mo's warm breath on her labia. Mo, looked at the dark hair that obscured Anji's pussy lips. The scent of Anji's sex was over powering, a musky but clean scent filled her nose and then as her tongue snaked out to lightly taste the beads of Anji's wetness.
"Your skin is so beautiful, like chocolate." Mo whispered more to herself than to Anji. The livid pinkness of the insides of her pussy, contrasted with the dark lips made Mo gasp.
Mo's white hand glided over Anji rich skin, her hand so pale and colourless against Anji's. Anji shuddered as Mo's tongue brushed her thick black pubic hair and then felt the tip of tongue touch her delicate lips. She effect was sudden and powerful, Anji actually felt her sex tighten and a strickle of her own lubricant dribble down to Mo waiting lips. Of course, she had masturbated, and her first boyfriend, had used his fingers in her, before he entered her.
This was different, her excitement was wet and aching. Mo's tongue was lapping at her sex and Anji couldn't stop herself from arching her back and sliding down the bed to greet her mouth. Mo slid one of her hand up to caress and massage her left breast and then rather surprisingly, her other hand pushed her legs wider to open Anji up. Anji felt the warm, wet suckling settle on her swollen clitoris and then the sense of intrusion of Mo's middle finger, curved upwards searching her insides. Her pussy rippled with her internal muscles and gripped the stubby finger as it searched for the top of her vagina.
"Up, press up please!" Anji stammered, her breathing now ragged and desperate. She knew Anji wanted to rub her g-spot. This newly discovered treasure that 1970's culture had heralded to the world, but every woman knew about. Mo felt the ribbing and the fresh soft swelling of Anji's g-spot and rubbed in a beckoning motion. Anji shuddered and with the now, forceful suckling and the curling motion on her g-spot, Anji orgasmed hard and very wet.
"Oh! Oh! Mo... Christ!" Words failed her as she gave into the double stimulation of her vaginal roof and stiffened clitoris. Subconsciously, she lifted her legs as a stream of warm fluid streamed out of her and splashed into Mo's mouth and on to her face. Mo, unused to the fountain of ejaculate, felt the torrent on her chin and in her mouth.
"Fuck me Anji!" Mo dodged a second pulsation of love juice, "Baby that's so sexy!"
