Note: This only has light elements of competition in it, but what the hell. It hasn't seen the light of day for nearly 20 years. Hope you enjoy.
Raven and Lynda Come Clean (Part One)
It's odd. Raven reflected that you could know someone
for twenty years, and be totally unaware of what that
person had hidden away. And it was strange that after
those twenty years, in the brief span of five minutes,
a whole universe of possibilities could unfold. Three
hundred seconds.
It was time enough to discover a woman.
It was a warm May Tuesday afternoon when Raven picked
up the phone and called Lynda.
"Hello?" Lynda's pleasant voice sounded from the
receiver.
"Hey, girlfriend!"
"Hi, there! I haven't heard from you in couple of
weeks. What's going on?"
Raven sat down in her kitchen chair, cordless phone at
her ear. She brushed back a curl of jet-black hair.
"I know, Lynda, I've been terribly derelict. But I'm
trying to make amends."
"Amend away, sweetie. What's on your mind?"
Raven said, "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to
get together Saturday?"
Lynda said, "Actually, Saturday would be good. Carl
is going on a fishing weekend, and my youngest is at a
sleepover. I was going to take the time to wash the
new truck, but..."
"Tell you what. Bring it over here. Larry is out of
town as well, and you know my youngest would rather
spend his time with his girlfriend at college. I was
planning on washing our Expedition as well. Come on
over and we'll make it a party."
Lynda replied, "Sounds super, hon! I'll bring some
wine. That way the car washing will be a lot more
fun."
"You're on. See you, oh, about eleven?"
"It's a date. I'm looking forward to it...it's been a
while since we got together."
"OK, then. See you later, kid."
"Bye."
As she hung up the phone, Raven realized she had a
pleasant, hard-to-place tingle going up her spine.
Ever since Lynda had moved to the other side of their
mid-sized southern city, they had not been able to get
together as often as they once had. It would be
really nice to spend some time with her, without the
interruptions of teen-agers or husbands. Just the
girls. That had a nice sound to it. Just the girls.
Saturday morning came, and Raven busied herself in the
empty house. She did some minor cleaning chores, and
laid out the buckets and detergent and rags for the
car wash.
She was a mature woman in her early forties and she
had a woman's curves, generous and pleasing. She was
of medium height and her hips were wide and her bottom
deliciously round. She had jet-black hair that was
beginning to grow out in waves towards her shoulders.
Her eyes were a startling liquid blue, and her pretty
face held the promise of warm intimacy.
She had dressed in a pair of old cut-off jeans, now a
faded blue and raggedy around the legs. They were cut
quite high on the thighs, and her well-muscled legs
were displayed to good advantage. She had decided
against wearing any panties, and the soft well-worn
denim pressed comfortably against her mound. If one
looked closely, they might have spied a strand of
black curls escaping from the crotch area. Raven
rarely trimmed her pubic hair.
She wore an old baggy tee shirt, once vivid green and
now a pale shade of the original. She had not put on
a bra, and her large heavy breasts moved to-and-fro
underneath the thin fabric. She enjoyed the sensation
of the cotton cloth rubbing on her nipples. Her feet
were bare, the toes painted a pale red.
Shortly before eleven, she heard a vehicle come into
the driveway. She looked out the kitchen window, and
saw a bright red Dodge RAM slowly pull in and park
beside the Expedition. Raven saw Lynda at the wheel,
an attractive woman with shoulder length dark brown
hair and large sunglasses. She cut off the ignition
and got out of the truck, one sneaker-clad foot
stepping onto the running board.
Raven went to the back patio French doors and opened
them. Lynda carried a large cloth bag with a couple
of bottles of wine poking out of the top. She saw
Raven and waved.
Lynda was dressed in similar fashion to her friend.
She had some old faded black jean shorts, cut off
rather high on the thighs, ragged fringes tickling the
legs. A loose pink tee shirt with a v-neck draped
around her top, and Raven could see that she also was
sans bra.
Lynda was a couple of inches shorter than Raven, but
her well formed body with its firm plump breasts and
round bottom atop supple legs ensured that she was as
noticeable as her friend. She was a few years younger
than her friend, but she was equally a fully-developed
woman.
Raven held out her arms and said, "Hey, there! Right
on time!"
Lynda put the bag down inside the doors, and stepped
into Raven's arms for the brief hug and kiss on the
cheek. "You bet! This was one date I didn't want to
pass up. The thought of spending some time with you
without everyone else around was very appealing."
It felt really good to see her friend, Raven thought.
The hug and the kiss were like a warm breeze after a
cold snap.
"Why don't we just sit out here on the deck, honey?
I'll get a couple of glasses and we can start on that
wine. I figure the trucks will wait for us."
Lynda said, "That'll be great. I also brought a loaf
of French bread and some cheese."
Raven said, "I'll get the glasses and some plates."
She turned around back into the house, as Lynda moved
to the right and stepped down onto a large Redwood
deck. She made herself comfortable on one of the
chairs by the wooden table, and pulled a chilled
bottle of Chardonnay out of her bag.
Raven appeared a moment later with a couple of plates,
some wineglasses, napkins, and a knife to cut the
bread. She laid them out on the table and sat down.
The air was warm and the sunlight was bright. Puffy
white cumulus dotted the sky, ambling along lazily
through a brilliant blue sky.
"So," Lynda asked, "What's been going with you and
yours?"
Raven worked a corkscrew into the bottle. "Not a
whole lot. The kids are fine, Larry is fine. I've
been working a little bit on my painting. Life goes
on. What about with you?"
Lynda took the crisp bread out of the wrapper and laid
it on the plate. She cut two big chunks and a couple
of slices of cheese. She said, "About the same. Carl
recently got a promotion. This fishing weekend of his
is to celebrate a bit. Fish! If they don't come
filleted and blackened, I don't want to deal with
them."
Raven poured them each a glass of the chilled wine.
She handed one to Lynda.
"To the menfolk...and getting away from them for
awhile!" Raven toasted.
"Hear! Hear!" Lynda laughed. They each sipped the
wine and regarded each other with sparkling eyes and
open smiles. They felt the warm camaraderie of their
long friendship wash over them. It had definitely
been a mistake to go so long with seeing each other.
It used to be that they got together almost every day.
So they chatted easily about trivial things, sipping
the cold wine and enjoying the crusty bread and
cheese. Before they knew it, and hour and a half had
elapsed. One bottle of wine was gone, and they had
started on another.
Lynda looked at her watch. "Well, are we splotzed
enough to wash the cars now?"
Raven giggled. "Oh, we should probably make an
effort. Just to avoid any guilty feelings about
wasting the day."
Lynda leaned over the table, and lightly placed her
hand on Raven's. She said, softly, "I don't think
anything has been wasted." Her brown eyes were steady
on Raven's.
Raven felt a warm shiver run along her body. The
touch was very...welcome. She covered Lynda's hand with
her own and squeezed it lightly. "No, it hasn't been.
Not at all."
The two women rose from their chairs. They quietly
carried the dishes into the kitchen and laid them in
the sink. Raven gathered the buckets and rags and
carried them outside.
Lynda said, "So, do we work on one vehicle at a time?"
"Sure. That'll be more fun." She hooked up the hoses
to the faucets and dumped some detergent in the
plastic buckets. She turned on the faucets and Raven
and Janice used the attached sprayers to mix the water
and detergent. Soon billowing clouds of the soapy
mixture rose in the buckets, spilling a bit over the
rims.
They tackled Lynda's large truck first, spraying the
RAM from top to bottom, then attacking the vehicle
with the soapy rags. The women washed the truck under
the shade of a large live oak, Spanish moss hanging
down from the branches. The combination of sunshine,
physical exercise, and Chardonnay had them in a state
of mild euphoria.
They worked closely together, and the stretching and
bending often brought their bodies together. The warm
soapy water had wet the fronts of their shirts, and
their unholstered breasts were quite evident. Each
time they bumped into each other, they would smile and
chatter about trivialities, and both would feel a warm
glow. On occasion, they would cross paths when they
went from one side of the truck to the other.
Lynda tried to work a tangle out of her hose, and
walked behind Raven just as she was turning around.
They found the front of their bodies in sudden close
contact.
Raven gasped a little bit as Lynda's wet tee shirt and
round breasts met her own. The globes slid along each
other, and Raven felt her nipples go suddenly erect as
they touched Lynda's points.
Lynda backed up quickly. She blushed a bit, and said,
"Excuse me...I was clumsy."
Raven stood there, holding her rag and hose, oblivious
to the water streaming out. She said, "Uhh...that's
okay...it didn't hurt, after all." She tried an awkward
smile.
Lynda walked around to the other side of the truck,
and said in a low voice, "No...it didn't..."
They continued to wash the truck, and they didn't say
anything for a few minutes. Raven wondered at her
immediate sexual reaction to the inadvertent
encounter. It was more than just stiff nipples. She
had felt a tingle in her crotch. A definite shiver.
Lynda pondered her own feelings. The warm day and
muscle-stretching labor had made her feel very
sensual. Her whole body felt alive and receptive.
She caught herself looking at her friend, and noticing
what a beautiful woman she was. She had always known
that Raven was pretty, but for the first time she saw
how attractive she was. Those unbelievable eyes, and
that spectacular body. What was going on here?
Raven had never questioned her sexuality. Her love
life with her husband was good and satisfying. She
certainly enjoyed a good hard cock. But as she stole
glances at Lynda, she began to wonder. What would it
be like to take a woman into her arms, to kiss those
soft sweet lips? What would it feel like to have
those breasts touch her own? For the legs to
intertwine and the soft furry bushes to meet?
Lynda watched Raven's breasts move underneath her
shirt, the visible nipples sliding along the faded
green fabric, now wet and semi-transparent. She saw
those sleek legs beneath the cut-offs and thought what
it would be like to have them wrapped around her
waist. Lynda felt her nipples grow stiff.
They finished soaping and wiping the truck. They
dropped the rags in the buckets and picked up the
hoses. They squeezed the handles on the nozzles and
the high-pressure spray shot out. The women adjusted
the spray to a wide fan and started to rinse the
truck.
They smiled at each other as they showered the truck.
The breeze quickly blew the scattering mist around
them, and they found themselves soaked. Their
cut-offs became soggy and their tee shirts were
dripping. The clothes were molded to their bodies
like a second skin, the breasts plainly visible.
Raven took a second to pull the crotch of her pants
away from her mound. She felt the cool sensation of
wet soft denim on her mound. As she stood on tiptoe
around the passenger door, she compressed her breasts
against the window. Lynda looked through from the
other side and saw the boobs flatten against the glass
and thought the sight was incredibly erotic.
Lynda thought to herself that she'd better do
something, or she was going to find herself raping her
lifelong friend. So she picked up her hose, aimed it
over the truck, and sprayed Raven in the chest.
Raven whooped. Lynda held the spray on Raven's chest,
and Raven turned and ducked, her head coming down and
getting hit by the water.
Raven laughed, and shouted. "Two can play at that
game, missy!" She adjusted the nozzle on her hose,
and aimed the narrow stream of water at Lynda. Lynda
danced out in front of the truck and Raven played the
hose around her, water squirting forcefully and
hitting Lynda's chest. Raven could see the stream
actually making an indentation in Lynda's breasts.
Lynda closed her eyes and shrieked with laughter. She
brought her own hose up and the two women sprayed each
other and jumped around. They were now thoroughly
soaked and dripping, and they got closer together,
still aiming their watery weapons at each other.
Raven got close enough to hook an arm around Lynda's
neck. She yelled, "Now I've got you!" and held the
hose nozzle right against Lynda's breasts and pulled
the trigger.
Lynda tried to bring her arms up to defend herself,
but Raven was too quick with the hose. The
brown-haired woman realized that the only defense was
a good offense. She reached for the front of Raven's
shorts and pulled. The waistline came open enough for
Lynda to put her hose down the front of Raven's shorts
and spray.
Raven laughed lustily, and did the same. The two
soaking wet women giggled and howled as they pulled on
the front of the shorts and hosed the crotches of the
other. Raven noticed that Lynda had no panties on.
Then they stopped. They released the triggers on the
nozzles and the flow ceased. They pulled the nozzles
out and dropped them on the ground.
Raven looked into Lynda's eyes. She said, "Maybe we'd
better get inside and dry off."
Lynda fixed Raven with a penetrating gaze, rich with
sex. "Oh, yes," she breathed.
Raven went over to the faucets and shut them off.
Lynda then followed Raven into the house, down a long
hall and into the dark, cool confines of the master
bedroom.
They dripped water on the carpet. They looked at each
other. Raven said, "I can get some other shorts and a
blouse that will fit you. I can wash and dry these."
They were standing near the closet, by one side of the
large bed. Lynda said, "Okay."
Raven moved a step closer to Lynda. "I don't have any
idea what I'm doing," she whispered.
Lynda said, "Me, neither. But I don't want to stop."
Raven said, "It's like a big wave of water is
approaching. It's getting higher." She took another
step, and their breasts were inches apart.
"Do you like the water?" Lynda asked.
"I'm going to find out."
Raven moved her head closer to Lynda. Their lips got
close. Raven could smell Lynda's breath, could almost
taste the want that was there.
They kissed. Raven and Lynda shared their first
trembling kiss and then they both groaned. Their
mouths opened, and they flung their arms around each
other. Their wet tongues met and slid together, and
they held each other in a tight, tight embrace,
breasts and belly and thighs meetings and rubbing.
It was exactly like a wave. Raven had never felt
anything so overwhelming in her life, this mad desire
to hold and kiss and embrace. She heard a roaring in
her ears and felt dizzy.
Lynda felt the wave as well, swelling overhead. Her
breasts and crotch seemed connected by a hot cord, and
she became incredibly horny. She ran her hands up and
down Raven's body, grabbing and squeezing, trying to
get as close to her as possible.
They broke the kiss to look at each other with
unguarded wanton lust. Then their mouths plastered
onto each other again, raw and frank.
Their fingers were abruptly at each other's shorts.
They maintained the wet sloppy kiss as they blindly
unbuttoned each other's cut-offs and unzipped them.
They moaned into each other's mouths as their fingers
frantically grabbed the waistbands and they
simultaneously slid their shorts down to their knees.
Lynda's brown pubic hair, wet and tangled, came into
view, along with the sodden thatch that spilled over
Raven's mound.
Driven purely by the instinctive need to bring their
sexes together, they each grabbed the other's hips and
pulled sharply.
"Ahhhhh...ohhhh!" Raven screamed. The meeting of their
bushes was like an explosion. Raven pulled on Lynda's
hips again.
"Ohhhh....GOD!" Lynda shouted.
The two women had never felt anything like this
before. The wet pubic hair met with a cool sensation
of tickling and pulling. Then the swollen labia
touched and finally the rigid clits, bathed in female
liquor, encountered each other.
For Raven it was almost immediate. Once, twice,
three times their hips bucked together. The dripping
cxnts met and roughly tangled, each touch ratcheting
up the tension. Then they bounced their hips together
one more time and held it, grinding the pussies in a
lewd swiveling motion, hands clenched in each other's
buttocks. Their wet breasts were compressed together
underneath the faded tee shirts.
Raven jerked her head back and cried out, "Oh, my
GOD...FUCK ME! I'M COMING!!!"
She felt the orgasm start in her clit and radiate
outward like a circular lightning bolt. Her vagina
spurted freshets of slippery juices and the muscles in
her pelvis contracted strongly. She closed her eyes
and howled in pure bliss as she came.
Lynda was right behind her. Her buttocks quivered as
her hips danced and jittered, and she yelled out. A
stream of fluid issued from her cxnt and dripped down
her legs. The strong contractions of her vagina
brought delirious relief as she jerked and moaned.
They finally found surcease as the gasping orgasm
dwindled, leaving sweet aftershocks as the trembling
calmed down. They held each other, heads resting on
shoulders, their shorts now puddled around their
ankles.
Without words, they stepped out of the shorts. They
broke apart and looked into one another's eyes. They
then reached down and pulled their shirts off and
dropped them on the floor. Now naked, they stood
together.
Lynda walked forward and reached out. She pushed
backwards and Raven found herself against the closet
door. Lynda grasped Raven's hands and lifted them
high overhead. The brown-haired woman moved forward
and pinned Raven's hands up against the wall.
She started to kiss the statuesque black-haired woman,
holding Raven's hands up as she rubbed her body
against her friends. Lynda's thigh worked itself
between Raven's legs.
Raven was going to be ravished.
Raven and Lynda Come Clean (Part Two)
Raven felt the delicious shocking sensation of being
overpowered. The raising of her hands overhead had
elevated her breasts and they rubbed strongly against
the top of Lynda's slightly smaller orbs. Her nipples
were hypersensitive and she moaned into her lover's
open mouth as the arousing sensations shimmered
through her frame.
Lynda was a couple of inches shorter than Raven, so
she stretched herself up on tiptoe to kiss her. She
insinuated her right upper thigh in between Raven's
legs, and jerked it against Raven's crotch. The wet
slickness dripped down Lynda's thigh as she maneuvered
it in and around. Raven squeezed her legs together,
the strong muscles contracting around Lynda's thigh.
Their breasts pancaked together, nipples bending
against nipples. Lynda's tenacious thigh fucking
pounded Raven's ass against the closet door, making a
loud thumping noise. Again, Raven felt the approaching
climax like a giant swell of water approaching, and
her body was on fire.
She tore her face away from Lynda's hungry lips and
dropped her head on her shoulders. Lynda released
Raven's hands and they fell in a loose embrace around
her waist. Raven's legs spread apart a bit and Lynda
continued humping her upper thigh, slippery with
sexual secretions, against Raven's wet hairy mound.
Raven moaned and fastened her lips on Lynda's neck.
She licked and kissed it as Lynda's thrashing leg
shook her body. She whimpered, and raised her mouth
to Lynda's ear and pleaded in gulping words, to the
staccato beat of Raven's butt against the door.
"Oh...ah...GOD!...now...now...oh, fuck me, darling, oh, fuck
me...harder...Ahhhhhh...sweet, sweet fucking Lyndaaa!...OH,
DEAR GOD...NOW! NOW! NOW!"
The last was screamed in Lynda's ear as the leg
slammed into Raven's crotch and triggered a convulsive
orgasm. Raven's legs shook and squeezed Lynda's
thigh, again and again, smearing the smooth skin with
slippery juices. Lynda smiled broadly as Raven quaked
in her arms and against her thigh. She held her
friend as she started to descend into calmness.
Raven pulled her head back and looked at Lynda. The
leg was pulled back and Raven stood a bit straighter.
She gazed at her friend with grateful eyes.
"Oh, that was so wonderful! Oh, sweetheart, why on
earth did we wait so long?" Raven said in a low,
throaty voice.
Lynda kissed her lightly. She sounded a bit bemused.
"I have no idea...I guess we were bound by
convention...but the desire was always there...I can see
that now."
Raven hugged her. "Oh, yes...and now I'm going to pay
you back for that last orgasm."
Lynda said, teasingly. "You think you're the woman
who can do it?"
Raven grasped Lynda's upper arms. She pushed Lynda
back towards the bed. "I am indeed the woman who can
do it."
Lynda's legs hit the edge of the king size bed and she
toppled backwards. Her round breasts bounced as she
fell onto the mattress. She scooted backwards towards
the center of the bed as Raven knee-walked toward her.
She could see the wet coal-black bush, a tangled
forest with a central cleft, and along it the pink
slender shaft of the clit. Lynda's mouth watered as
she spread her legs and welcomed her lover into her
arms.
Lynda raised her hands up as Raven lowered herself.
Lynda filled her hands with Raven's large heavy
breasts and squeezed. The breast tissue bulged around
her grasping fingers. Light blue veins were evident
just under the flawless skin.
Raven gasped as Lynda's fingers twirled and twisted at
her large dark nipples. The friction sent a jolt of
sensation along her body. She took her own hands and
placed them squarely on Linda's smaller breasts,
moving her palms roughly along the stiff nipples. She
leaned forward and brought her pelvis down onto
Lynda's, and felt the crinkly contact of Lynda's brown
bush with her own.
Raven pushed down. The women's hands kneaded and
pressed the yielding flesh of their breasts, almost
sliding into the threshold where pleasure meets pain,
a gratifying ache of erotic hunger.
Raven said, as they mutually gripped and massaged each
other's breasts, "Oh, sweetheart, you are going to get
it...I am going to make you come so fucking hard, you'll
wish there were two of you...I'm going to give you such
an orgasm..."
Lynda looked up. She closed her eyes briefly as
Raven's cxnt slid along her own. "Oh, yeah, honey...I
need that...come on, come on, come on....I'm open for
you...do it to me...oh, God, I'm so fucking hot..."
Lynda raised her head up, and fastened her lips around
the thick, stiff nipple on Raven's right breast. She
suckled on it, running her tongue along the sensitive
edge, and was rewarded by Raven's sharp intake of
breath. Lynda worked her tongue along the pebbly
areola, skating the edge of the dark patch, then
sucking the nipple forcefully.
Raven's hips started twisting downward as she ground
her cxnt into Lynda's. She loved the suction and
teasing of her nipples. It was like a vibrating rope
extended from her breasts to her vulva, and the
slurping on her nipple made her nerves strum with
wonderful feelings.
Lynda let her head fall back on to the pillow, and she
threw her arms around Raven as the black-haired
voluptuous woman fucked her. Raven removed her hands
from Lynda's breasts and fell forward. She opened her
mouth and kissed her friend, sloppy wet kisses with
dueling tongues. Their round breasts slapped into each
other, and they moved their torsos from side to side
to bring their nipples into rough, teasing collisions.
Raven continued the gyrations of her pelvis and then
pushed herself up so that she was astride the
brown-haired woman. Raven pulled her hair back from
her face and bounced up and down on Lynda's hips, as
if astride a mount. She twisted and turned and
bobbed, thrusting with her swollen pussy, feeling her
taut clit clashing with Lynda's stiff needle of flesh.
The bed was swaying as Raven rode her friend, and now
lover. Her eyes were narrowed in sweet bliss as she
undulated her hips. Soon...soon...
Lynda's face contorted. Her eyes were shut tight.
Her hips bounced upward and she reached with her hands
to grab Raven's buttocks. She groaned with need as
she pulled Raven's hips forward.
Raven leaned down and placed her hands on either side
of Lynda's shoulders. She pushed firmly with her
crotch, cxnt-to-cxnt until the pubic bones were felt
beneath the flesh. She pressed down heavily, gyrating
her hips as the dripping pussies collided and kissed.
Lynda cried out, an inarticulate howl of pleasure and
release. She bucked her hips up, quaking with a
massive orgasm. She felt the contractions stream
outward from her vagina and pluck her nerves with
sizzling surges of unalloyed transport.
As Lynda's climax shook her, Raven felt her own orgasm
arrive. She shook like a puppet on broken strings,
and fell on top of Lynda, breasts smacking together.
Her vagina spit strings of slippery juices as she
shuddered in the grip of the sexual pinnacle.
Finally the quivering subsided and Raven lifted
herself off her friend and lay beside her. Lynda
turned around heavily and nestled herself within
Raven's arms. She rested her hand lightly on Raven's
left breast, softly tickling the flesh, teasing the
nipple.
Lynda said, "Oh, my sweet one...you are the woman who
can do it... I don't think it's ever been done to me
that well before..."
Raven caressed Lynda's forehead. Slight aftershocks
of the intense orgasm ran through her body. She
shivered. "I never knew it could be like that...the
excitement...the wanting...I had to do it you...just like
you had to do it to me..."
Lynda moved her head up, kissed Raven on the cheek.
"And we're not through, are we?"
"Oh, no, we are definitely not through."
Lynda looked thoughtfully at her friend. "Bet I can
wear you out."
Raven looked at Lynda's challenging eyes. "Oh, is
that right? Well, sugar, you just might. But you'd
have a contest on your hands. What are we betting?"
Lynda chuckled. "Bet you an orgasm."
Raven laughed. "So the weapon is the reward, huh?
Sounds about right."
Lynda grunted, and raised herself to sitting position.
She held out her hand, and Raven pulled herself up.
The two naked friends shook hands.
Raven said, "But I need some water. You thirsty?"
"Yeah...I must have done some exercise...I am thirsty."
They got up, stretched, and padded naked to the
kitchen. Raven pulled a large bottle of mineral water
from the refrigerator and twisted it open. She tilted
her head back and drank deeply.
Lynda took the bottle then and put it to her mouth.
She gulped several mouthfuls of cold water. Raven
watched as she drank. She edged closer. Lynda's rear
end was against the countertop of the kitchen island.
Raven slipped her arms around Lynda as her friend
inhaled the water. She positioned herself directly in
front of Lynda and pressed her body forward. They
met, breast to breast and belly to belly. Lynda took
the bottle from her mouth.
"So you want to get started, eh?"
Raven kissed her. "Yes, I do."
Lynda grinned and said, "You need to get cooled off,
you little vixen." She lifted the water bottle
overhead and upended it.
Raven squawked as the cold water fell down onto her
head and chest. The cold water also fell on Lynda,
and the icy splash was a surprisingly effective
stimulant.
Raven said, "Oh, my friend, you're gonna get it!"
Lynda broke from Raven's embrace and scooted sideways.
She laughed loudly and said, "Catch me if you can!"
She scampered out of the kitchen into the dining room,
a naked wet nymph prancing through the house.
Raven giggled, and shouted, "Here I come, you little
minx!" She took off after Lynda, running into the
dining room. Her large breasts bounced as she dashed
off after her friend.
Lynda darted through the French doors into the formal
living room. She misjudged a step, and her haunch
caught the corner of the large green sofa. She fell
down, twisting at the last moment to land on her back.
Raven ran into the living room in time to see Lynda
hit the carpet. Lynda scooted backwards and got
halfway to her feet. She found herself backed up
against the large ottoman next to the coffee table.
Raven said, "I've got you now!"
Lynda tried to stand up, but Raven was too quick for
her. Raven picked her up and dropped her on the
ottoman, then fell on her.
Lynda said, "No fair! No fair!" She giggled as
Raven's naked body met her own.
Raven chuckled as she gathered Lynda into her arms.
"All's fair in love and war, my dear."
The two women sat up on the large ottoman. They
worked their legs around each other, scissoring them
together. They embraced and mashed their chests
together, Raven's heavy breasts sliding along Lynda's
smaller ones. They fell into a steady humping, wet
pussy to wet pussy.
They held on to each other, heads bouncing on their
shoulders as they fucked each other. The luscious
feelings came again, the wet delicious sensation.
They felt that undeniable wave approaching.
Lynda pushed forward roughly. Raven felt herself
being pushed back, and tried to recover, but she
off-balance. She fell backwards onto the thick
carpet, and Lynda was on top of her. Their legs were
still meshed together, but now Lynda could use her
weight. She bumped her hips up and down, and the
sodden cxnts clashed.
Raven cried, "Ohh.....ahh....oh, you goddamn fucker...you're
did it...I'm commmiinnnngggg!"
Lynda continued to fuck her, shouting, "YEAH! YEAH!
OH, FUCKING YEAH!"
Raven's entire body shook and fluttered as she came.
She looked up and saw Lynda riding her, and her orgasm
rolled over her like a swift storm. She gripped
Lynda's ass and squeezed it as she quaked.
Lynda let herself slide down and fall into Raven's
arms. Raven came down from her climax. Lynda lay
beside her on the rug.
Stealthily, Raven worked her hand around. Lynda's
eyes suddenly sprang wide open. Raven had jammed
three fingers into her cxnt.
Raven got up on one elbow, and looked down. She
vigorously finger-fucked Lynda.
It didn't take long. Lynda lurched her hips, her ass
rising off the carpet, but Raven's twisting fingers
brought her to a sudden orgasm inside of thirty
seconds.
Raven smiled down in pure devilish delight as she
frigged her friend. The slick juices coated her
fingers, and Lynda's vagina was a hot, convulsive
tunnel that squeezed her assaulting fingers.
As the climax subsided, Lynda said, "Oh, dear God...that
caught me by surprise...oh, babe..."
Raven held her fingers to her lips, sniffed the tangy
fragrance. "So...are we even?"
Lynda sat up and kissed her friend. She said,
"Darling...sweetheart...no fucking way!"
For the next three hours, they fucked in almost every
room in the house. They spent a lusty quarter-hour
exploring the delights of sixty-nine. They mutually
diddled each other, lying on their sides staring at
the ceiling. They piled a load of clean sheets on the
family room floor and used up an hour in slow
pussy-to-pussy fucking, drifting from one orgasm to
the next. They humped each other every way they
could, never emptying the cup of loving delight they
had discovered. They cavorted in the large shower,
soaping each other in slippery wrestling embraces,
until they were streaked with lather. They fell to
the floor of the shower and slapped their cxnts
together, the sounds of the heated flesh loud in the
enclosure. They cried out in orgasm again and again.
Finally, it had to end...at least for the day.
They were back in the bedroom, atop the wrinkled
covers on the king size bed. Raven had wrapped her
legs around Lynda's waist. Lynda's cxnt slammed down
and ground into Raven's battered pussy.
Raven cried out, "Oh, God!...That's it....Oh, sweet
God!...oh, darling...please....please..."
Lynda panted as she pistoned her hips down. The wet
cxnts pressed into each other, the labia splaying
outward. The throbbing clits twisted together.
Raven came, her voice sounding in hoarse cries. The
last in an endless series of orgasms ran through her
body. Her legs fell back from around Lynda's waist.
Her arms dropped onto the mattress.
Lynda collapsed on top of her. She lifted her head up
and kissed Raven softly. Sweat was beaded on both
their brows.
Raven said, "When...when do you want your reward?"
Lynda groaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus...tell you what...you can
mail it to me."
Raven laughed, then sighed. Her body ached, but it
was a wonderful ache. She lifted her head and kissed
her dear friend.
Her lover. Her sweet, sweet lover.
