Sarah's Playmates (2 page)

A lightning bolt of tremors erupted in my
tummy. “I need to practice, Millie. My husband deserves a wife who
knows how to please him.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “He does.”

Her lips met mine, igniting a burst of
sensation that reverberated through my nerve endings like the
scorched grass of a burning field. As her tongue slid into my
mouth, my fingers gripped her shoulders, feeling the thinness of
her frame. She held my face, deepening the kiss and leaning further
into me.

“Attack me with your tongue, Sarah. Don’t
hold back.” I drove in, sliding against her soft wetness.
“Um…yes…that’s it.”

Her hands followed the line of my neck to my
shoulders, where she gently massaged me. From there they roamed to
my breasts, the weight of the globes filling her palms. A nipple
was suddenly caught between her thumb and forefinger, gently
compressed.

“Oh!” I gasped, feeling a rush of heat. “Oh,
Millie.” Her kisses descended to my throat, and I tilted my head
back to allow her better access. “Will my husband do this?” I
sounded breathless.

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait to be married.”

“You can have your fun now, my dear. You
needn’t wait.”

“Oh, yes, Millie. I won’t tell a soul about
this. It’s…too good.”

“No, Edmund mustn’t know. These are things
women can do together, and they…are private. Lay down.”

I fell to the thin mattress. “What now?”

Her gaze rested on my breasts. “Indulge me
for a moment.”

“Of course.”

She rubbed her face against my breasts, which
she had pressed together. Her touch was softness personified and
feathery light, forcing my hips off the bed, my body instinctively
wanting more. I hadn’t meant to react this way, but I wasn’t in
control. A shocking dampness had developed between my legs, and, as
she sucked a nipple into her mouth, a rather loud and unladylike
moan escaped me.

“Millie!” Both nipples were toyed with and
suckled; the tips were wet and hard. “What other plans do you
have?” I needed so much more.

“Someone’s impatient.”

“No…I…well…maybe…” I smiled, staring at the
inlay ceiling. The train continued on, the car shaking gently.
“I…you should do what you did to me the other night.” Just thinking
about her tongue in my pussy brought a rosy flush to my face.

“I have something else in mind.”

I swallowed my disappointment. “All
right.”

“You’ll like it, Sarah,” she chuckled. “Lay
on your stomach.” Something unidentifiable sparked in her green
eyes.

“On my stomach?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” I turned over, offering her by
backside. “Now what?”

Her hand touched the indentation in my lower
back. “You’ve such beautiful skin.” Fingers grazed a rounded cheek.
“Your bottom is…delicious looking. So round and firm.”

Her words had me trembling with anticipation.
“What will you do?”

“Some men enjoy it when women play with
them.”

“How do you mean?”

Her finger drifted to the crack of my ass.
“They like to feel a tongue in here.”

I gasped, “No!”

“I’ll show you, and you can decide.”

I turned to look at her. “But…that’s
perverse.”

“Not at all.”

“It’s dirty. Oh, truly, Millie. It’s
filthy.”

“It’s sensual.” She patted my back. “Now
close your eyes and relax. Let me do all the work. All you have to
do is feel.”

“Oh, my goodness. You’re not really serious
about this?”

“Of course.”

I groaned, partially out of embarrassment,
but mostly because I throbbed, thinking about how naughty it would
be. What she suggested was shocking, yet I was far too intrigued to
stop her.

Her lips were on my cheek. “I love the way
this curves. It’s so round and beautiful.” She massaged me,
pressing my flesh together and apart, exposing my little hole. “I
don’t mind slightly smelly places. I’ll clean you with my
tongue.”

“Millie!” I was profoundly stunned, but far
too aroused to do anything about it. I couldn’t believe that she
was actually going to…lick that part of me. It was wonderful being
touched here; the feel of her kneading my flesh was pleasurable.
Hot breath lingered near my entrance, and I buried my face in a
pillow, stiffening.

“Relax,” she purred.

“But I must smell horrible. It’s such a dirty
place.”

“No, my dear. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Kisses fell while her fingers massaged my cheeks, hiding and
exposing my hole. She shifted on the bed, separating my thighs.

“Oh!” She blew air against my crack, and I
felt the effects lower, in my pussy, which I knew was dripping with
the cream of my excitement. “Oh, my.” Her nose rubbed my skin, and
I cringed thinking of how smelly I must be.

Her tongue flicked out, wetting me. “Now,
Sarah. Some men do like this.”

“Did your husband?” My voice sounded muffled
in the pillow.

“I’d never done it to him.”

“Oh.” Then how did she know men enjoyed this?
Her tongue lapped against me, nearing the puckered edges. I closed
my eyes, enjoying the sensation. She stroked that unmentionable
place, and I gasped.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No.”

“Of course not.” She settled in, her body was
between my legs, and her hands held my cheeks apart, exposing me
entirely. “Now I’m going to eat you, Sarah. I’m going to fuck you
with my tongue.”

“Millie!” I’d never heard her talk like this
before.

“Men like it when their prim and proper wives
turn into whores in the bedroom.”

“Oh, now that’s ridiculous.” I glanced over
my shoulder.

“Lay down. We’ve had enough talking.”

My forehead was on the pillow. “I won’t like
it.”

“You will. Now shut up, and let me fuck
you.”

I wanted to reply, but as her tongue prodded
me, leaving a swath of heated wetness, the words died in my mouth.
The sensation was so deliciously wicked; I closed my eyes, reveling
in the new and unique feeling. She held my cheeks apart, while she
licked across the bumpy edges of my rectum. I didn’t want to enjoy
it, but I was helplessly drowning in the decadence of the
treatment.

“You’re opening nicely.”

“Oh, Millie…this is dirty.” She pressed her
tongue in further, softening the tight bands of muscles. The more
she did this, the better it felt.

“I’m curious.”

I raised my head. “About what?”

“If you’re aroused.” Her finger brushed
against my slit.

“Oh, my!”

“You’re very wet.”

She stroked an area so sensitive it began to
throb and vibrate. I lifted my ass into the air. “Oh! OH!”

“I think you like that.” I moaned in reply.
“I know what I’ll do now.” Soft kisses fell to my heated flesh, as
a finger began to slide into my wetness. I hid my face in the
pillow, and, when she licked my anus, I shuddered with the
onslaught of a thousand pleasurable spasms. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, Millie,” I gasped. “Oh…yes.”

“Good.”

Her attention centered on my orifices, one
hand rubbing my slit, thereby brushing my clit, while her tongue
drove into the constricted bands of my hole. This had me panting,
low and shallow, the air barely getting in deep enough to sustain
me. I sounded as if I had been running, but I didn’t want her to
stop. A finger slid deep, my virgin pussy stretching to accommodate
it. All the while, her tongue bathed my rectum, as copious amounts
of saliva dribbled to the bedding.

“Oh, Milly. It’s so good. Sooo…good.” She
said nothing, but in response, a second finger breached my honeyed
walls. “Yes!” I thrust my ass up, driving her tongue in deeper.
“More! Do it to me more!” The first time she had entered me,
several weeks ago, it had hurt. Now there was nothing but
mind-blowing pleasure, and I didn’t want it to end. She began to
rub something so sensitive; my panting sounded louder than the
rumblings of the train. “I can’t! I can’t! Oh, God,” I cried, my
entire body trembling. “It’s so good!” She said nothing, because
her tongue was so far in my bottom, I could feel it wiggling back
and forth, wrapping around the inner edges of my muscles. This,
coupled with her fingers, sent me over the edge, like a boat in a
whirlpool. “Millie! OH! MILLIE!” I shuddered, sputtering something
incoherent, collapsing against the pillow, while she reamed my
pussy, increasing the pleasure of each and every convulsion.

“I knew you’d like it.”

“It was wicked good. Oh, Lord. I’ll have to
confess on Sunday.”

“You’re not Catholic,” she laughed. “Leave
the confessing to me. I’m the bigger sinner.”

I turned to look at her. “You’ve corrupted
me. No man could pleasure me like you do. That’s the truth, isn’t
it?”

Her expression was vague. “They don’t know
the first thing about women, Sarah. I don’t want to lie to you.
They get drunk, they rut, and five minutes later, it’s over.”

“Is it really
that
bad?”

“My Shaun was like that.”

I sat up and hugged her. “I’m sorry. Thank
you for being honest. You’ve been keeping that a secret for a long
time.”

Her arms went around me. “I love the feel of
a woman, Sarah. I love the softness and the closeness. I’ve always
been drawn to them.” Her tone lowered to a husky drawl. “There’s
something I want you to do to me.”

I glanced at her. “What’s that?”

Her smile was mischievous.

She lay against the pillow, spreading her
legs. The thatch of strawberry blonde hair in her center had been
trimmed. We both preferred to keep the unruly hair under some
semblance of control. Getting rid of it altogether would be a
dream, but only whores practiced that type of thing.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Her fingers dipped into her snatch. “Come
lick me. Make me wet.”

“You’re already wet.”

“Make me drip.”

I touched her leg. “You like it when I do
that, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

“Haven’t you ever had a man who’s satisfied
you? Wasn’t Shaun able? Not even once?”

“No, my dear. Men are clueless. The only true
pleasure I’ve ever found was with a woman. Why do you think I
haven’t remarried? I’d rather have secret sex and have it
satisfying, than a drunk brute who shits the bed.”

“Millie!” I laughed. “That’s far too
descriptive.”

“When you’re married and your husband leaves
you longing for more, send a letter, and I’ll visit.” She sat up
and moved the hair out of my face. “I’ll do all those naughty
things you like, and you’ll tremble under my tongue, screaming with
pleasure.”

“Oh, Millie. You really are a wicked
woman.”

“We have so few advantages, Sarah. I know you
dream of marriage and a house and children, but none of that can
make you feel as good as I can. When your husband finds a mistress
and your bed is cold, I can warm you.” She touched my tummy. “I’ll
light the fire inside of you, and you’ll crave me.”

“You’re shameless. If my mother knew of your
perversions, she’d never have let you chaperone me.”

“I’ve heard a tale or two about your
mother.”

This had my attention. “What have you
heard?”

“It’s of no matter now, my dear. We can
discuss it later.” She took my hand. “Won’t you touch me?”

“Of course.”

She reclined on the bed. “I want your tongue
here and your fingers in me here.”

“That’s quite specific.” My grin was mildly
sheepish.

“We shouldn’t be afraid to express what we
want.”

“And we aren’t.”

“This is our private sanctuary. No one has to
know what we do.”

“And no one will,” I giggled. “I do so enjoy
being corrupted. I love what you did to me. It was so naughty.”

“Maybe you can do it to me someday.”

“I should.”

She pointed to her pussy. “Come lick me,
darling. I’m aching for you.”

I settled between her thighs, inhaling a
mildly musky odor. “You’re already wet.”

“You’ve done this to me.”

“I’m going to do more to you than that.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want your
tongue.”

I kissed her thigh, feeling her heated skin.
Tiny kisses led me to the shorn thatch of pubic hair and her little
nub, which wasn’t so little. My clitoris was small and hidden, but
Millie’s was the size of a marble, and it protruded when she was
aroused. The lump thrust out, waiting for me to play with it.

“Oh, girl. Do it.”

“Patience, Millie. Patience.”

“I’m not a bloody doctor! I want you to fuck
me.”

“My goodness. I’m getting there.” Her fierce
Irish nature was in evidence. “I love your little nub. It’s so
big.”

She threw her head against the pillow. “Suck
on the damn thing, will you!”

I smacked her thigh. “You’re being a brat.
Now stop that.”

“Ooohh…” she hissed through her teeth, “just
suck me!” My tongue touched the tip of the protruding lump. “Yes,
girl, yes! More of that. More!” She grabbed my hand. “Put your
fingers in me. Start with two, and work your way up. Don’t be shy.
Don’t stop until they’re all in there.”

I gasped, “Millie!” The violence of her
passion was somewhat astounding.

“Just do it.”

“Something’s gotten into you.”

“I want you in me!” My mouth closed around
the little bead. “Oh, yes! Oh, God.”

I settled in, scooting closer. Then I ran my
tongue up her slit, tasting her saltiness. My thumbs separated her
labia, exposing her dripping hole. The first time I had done this I
had been less than eager to enter something that wet and musky.
But, now, it didn’t bother me at all, and, as I wiggled inside of
her, I was rewarded with low and guttural moans. Leaving the sodden
hole, I focused on the protruding clitoris, which was something fun
to play with. The lump had grown even bigger, jutting from her
flesh. I pushed against it with my tongue, eliciting another round
of gasps and moans. Then, as I slid a finger inside of her, I
closed around the object, massaging it with my tongue. I knew I had
to be gentle, because it was highly sensitive, and, if I stimulated
her too harshly, the pleasure would become pain…and we certainly
couldn’t have that.