The Eyes of Justine (3 page)

             
Weakened from her pleasure,
Justine
nearly collapsed as the last wave of erotic pleasure receded from her.  Mani easily caught the limp girl in her arms and half-carried, half-drug
Justine
to the bed.

             
Gently she eased the nude, wet satiated school-teacher to the soft comforter.  Eye’s closed,
Justine
lay in complete repose, her body more relaxed and satisfied than she could ever recall.

             
She felt the bed jostle as Mani joined her.  Her heightened senses felt the warm flesh as Mani paused over her.  Soft, wet lips tasting of
sex touched her own. 
Justine
, still in the dying throws of orgasm, parted her lips in welcome.

             
Mani kissed her firmly, her tongue slipping inside the virginal girl’s mouth with a searing intensity.  Lowering herself, Mani, having removed her swimsuit, crushed her breasts against
Justine
’s, their nipples colliding in tingling passion as she deepened their kiss.

             
Responding tentatively at first, then with growing confidence,
Justine
's tongue emerged, delving into Mani’s eager mouth. 
It was her first true kiss.  The first time her tongue had ever entered the warm, wet mouth of another.

             
The heady sensations made her dizzy as she felt Mani’s tongue stroke her own; felt Mani’s hands sliding up and down her body as her friend stroked her with long sensuous caresses.

             
Justine
’s arms rose as if of their own volition.  Wrapping around Mani’s shoulders,
Justine
pulled the woman to her tightly as her mouth greedily devoured her friend’s lips and tongue.

             
It was Mani’s turn to moan as
Justine
stroked her shoulders and back.  Grinding her hips, Mani rubbed her mound into the swollen wet folds of
Justine
’s sensitized pussy.  Mani’s shaved cunny slipping easily in the lubricating juices as her clit slithered across
Justine
’s mons.

             
Justine
’s moans joined Mani’s as the pair pleasured each other with their mouths and mounds.  Their breasts squeezed tightly between them pillowed outward as the
y
forced themselves closer and closer.

             
Justine
couldn’t
believe it as she felt her sensitive pussy begin to throb again with an impending orgasm.  Forcing her hips upward, she pushed harder against Mani’s bare cunt with urgent thrusts wanting, needing to cum again with a savage desperation.

             
Mani abruptly broke their kiss eliciting a growl of disappointment as she slithered down
Justine
’s body, barely pausing in her haste to suckle quickly on each of
Justine
’s tits, forcing
Justine
’s nipples to grow hard, erect.

             
Justine
’s disappointment faded as Mani slid lower, her mouth trailing along her down covered belly and into the thin, red-gold curls covering her wet pussy.

             
Mani kissed her swollen clit with a sisterly peck, making
Justine
jump at the sensation.  Before she could respond, Mani lowered her mouth to
Justine
’s inner thighs; kissing first up one thigh, then down the other. 

             
Each time she bypassed
Justine
’s aching cunny coming closer and closer to the hot button begging for her attention.

             
Justine
tried grabbing her friend’s hair and forcing her face into her crotch, but Mani easily avoided her, teasing her over and over as she drew nearer and nearer to
Justine
’s cunny.

             
Justine
’s frustration grew as Mani teased her endlessly.  “Please, Mani…lick my cunt…please,”
Justine
begged to no avail as Mani ignored her.

             
Over and over Mani came with a hair’s breadth of taking
Justine
’s clit into her mouth, only to move away and begin the teasing game again.

             
Justine
’s head thrashed from side to side as the torturous sensations built in her pussy.  She felt her juices flowing from her in endless streams, coating her ass and comforter in pungent fluids.

             
So lost was she in pleasure that she scarcely noted M
ani shifting above her until
her head bumped Mani’s thighs as she thrashed
.  An instant later, Mani caught
Justine
’s head between her thighs, trapping the blind girls face inches from her crotch.

             
Before
Justine
could protest, Mani’s mouth descended onto
Justine
’s clit causing
Justine
to shriek in long delayed joy as Mani’s lips suckled her throbbing clit.  As
Justine
’s cries intensified, Mani lowered her hips, bringing her own mound down to
Justine
’s open mouth.

             
Justine
, caught in the burning wave of pleasure, eagerly grabbed Mani’s hips, her lips and tongue kissing and licking with inexpert attentions at her
friend’s
cunt.

             
Mani’s mouth paused, her tongue slowly licking the length of
Justine
’s labia. 
Justine
responded by mimicking Mani’s actions; using her own wet tongue to slid up and between Mani’s hairless lips.

             
With each new act Mani performed on
Justine
,
Justine
returned on her best friend.  As she did,
Justine
’s confidence grew as Mani began moaning with her own pleasure.
  Taking heart at this practical instruction,
Justine
grew bolder and bolder.  Forming her tongue into a curled spear, she thrust into Mani’s cunt eliciting an approving groan from her friend.

             
Over and over she stabbed into the wet, musky tunnel above her as Mani returned to sucking her clit with abandon.

             
It didn’t take long for Mani’s expert mouth to make
Justine
cum again. 
Justine
grabbed Mani’s hips and pulled hard, her mouth clamping onto her friends cunny as her second orgasm flooded throug
h her as her moans echoed into the wet flesh pressed to her face.

             
Justine
’s tongue furiously pounded into Mani’s cunt as
Justine
bucked against Mani’s mouth with each pulse of delectable pleasure. 
Justine
was determined to give Mani just as much pleasure.

             
With her heightened senses,
Justine
delighted in the heavy scent and wet sounds as their bodies mingled and stroked, her mouth tasting Mani’s juices as they flowed into her throat.  Sucking hard on Mani’s tiny pearl sent the tall girl over the edge; Mani came with a loud grunt, her face buried in
Justine
’s mound as the
two
friend’s
rode
the swelling crests of pleasure into a senseless haze.

             
Gasping,
Justine
broke away from Mani’s sopping cunt, her chest heaving and red with passion.  “God, Mani,” she panted, “I never thought…never knew.” 
Justine
stammered in dizzy relief, her lips kissing Mani’s wet thighs as the pair relaxed from their exertions.

             
Giving
Justine
’s cunny one last kiss, Mani turned around and cradled the blind girl in her arms as they lay back on the rumpled covers.  Stroking her sweat damp hair, Mani replied, “Oh, sweetie.  That’s just the beginning.  There’s so much more
to show you.”

             
Justine
shivered in anticipation as she rolled into her friend’s arms, the idea of going for a swim forgotten in the aching bliss between her legs, she whispered, “Show me everything.”

             
Monday came all too soon for
Justine
.  She and Mani had spent the remainder of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies in ways
Justine
had never thought possible. 
The one thing Mani had refused to do was to take her virginity; claiming it wasn’t hers to take but, ultimately, belonged to the man she chose.

             
Justine
, after considering, agreed to the restriction and embraced Mani’s tutelage with relish as the weekend waned and the aching soreness intensified.  Never had
Justine
felt such complete satiation.  Her body felt limp and empty. 
When she walked, she scarcely felt the floor, as if she floated just inches above on a mist of erotic pleasure.

             
Even resting between bouts,
Justine
would reach out to touch Mani; exploring her body in the only way she could; with touch and taste and smell.  For hours
Justine
combed every inch of the tall girl’s slim form until
every nook, every curve and swelling seared into her memory, every taste as familiar as mother’s milk to a babe.

             
As she lay there Sunday night, weary and replete with bliss, she wondered if this torrid encounter meant she were a lesbian. 
Thinking of Roland, she discarded the notion as her sore cunny ached at the thought of his strong hands clutching her, his hard cock ravaging her.

             
She’d never seen Roland, of course; hadn’t even touched him other than on his hands and arms. 
Her imagination filled in his form using his voice, his scent, the sheer presence of him to forming a vague image of him in her mind’s eye. 
Nonetheless she felt certain his body, his masculine na
ture could bring her as much, if
not more, pleasure than Mani had done.

             
Mani
showed
her what to do with a man; told her how to touch him, tease him.  Still, it wasn’t the same as
lying
with a man.  The idea of a hard cock ready to shove inside your cunt just isn’t the same as the rigid reality and
Justine
idly worried if she would prove capable of pleasing Roland.

             
Idle fantasies filled her mind as she slipped into a dream-filled slumber.

             
Monday arrived with its usual hectic pace.  Her students, energized by their weekend festivities, proved unusually difficult causing her no end of frustration as she struggled to hold their attention.

             
Some of the boys, brimming with adolescent hormones whispered risqué comments to their friends they thought she couldn’t hear remarking on her ass and tits clearly outlined by the sheer fabric of the sundress Mani had picked out for her.

             
Justine
, self-conscious now about her choice to go braless, wondered just how much of herself she was revealing as she continued her lecture on Edith Wharton.  The neckline of the dress covered her completely, but the fabric clung to her like a second skin.

             
By lunch,
Justine
was totally exasperated and ready for some grown-up conversation and a decided lack of suppressed giggles.

             
The teens filed past her desk on their way out as she put away her lesson plan.

             
“Up for a bite?” Roland’s deep baritone queried at her shoulder.  She’d completely missed his arrival in the tumult and jumped a bit at his question.

             
“Ach!  God Roland,” she sighed, her hand going to her breast, “You startled me.”

             
“Sorry,” Roland apologized sheepishly, “Rough morning?”

             
“You’ve no idea,”
Justine
advised, sighing as she plucked her lunch from her desk drawer and reached for her cane.

             
“Come on, then,” Roland invited, “I’ve just the thing to fix you up.”  He grasped her elbow as she stood.  An electric tingle shot through
Justine
as
his strong fingers touched her causing
her knees
to
wobble.