Door To Door

By petty little

Published on Jul 28, 2016

Lesbian

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Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, and after a night desperate trolling from bar to bar, she ended up where she was now: naked and alone on her bed with her sex case open on the bedside, her various toys strewn about. She rolled over and pulled a large black dildo from beneath her and stared at it for a moment, not sure whether to thank him or rue him. Either way, she eventually concluded as she tossed it aside, he'd made her cum.

She got up and did a quick fix of her thoroughly JBF-ed hair, put on her robe and went downstairs to make coffee. On the machine she saw that it was 10:15, and she felt only a twinge of guilt for wasting a few precious Saturday morning hours on her self-indulgent Friday night binge. Walking down the hall she opened the front door and did a quick scan for the paper, wondering whether or not she'd have to do her own little walk of shame to retrieve it. Seeing no sign of it she stepped out and checked the shrubs, finally finding it ten feet from the door, wedged in the junipers. "Fucker," she said out loud as she bent over to retrieve it. When she stood up and turned around she noticed an attractive young woman three condos down staring at her. It wasn't anyone she knew, and couldn't imagine any of her mid-life neighbors entertaining a girl that young, but remembering how she was dressed she gave a quick wave and stepped back inside, only slightly mortified.

Ten minutes later as she sat at the table blindly reading the paper, the doorbell rang. Her first impulse was to ignore it, but then she remembered the pretty girl and put it together. Her second impulse was to ignore it again, sure that she'd only be asked to contribute some silly amount of cash to this or that silly cause, but then remembered that not only had she been seen, there was an attractive opportunity standing on her porch. With nothing better to do with her lonesome morning than read the paper, she got up and went to the door.

"Hi," said the perky young thing, plain and pretty in her no-nonsense jeans and high school jacket. She spoke of being with some sort of music program at such and such school, raising money for a trip to someplace uninteresting and blah, blah, blah. All Susan was thinking about, as she stood in the open doorway leaning against the jamb in her slightly opened robe, was this charming girl's jeans, her darling jacket, and what she might find underneath if she either asked nicely or donated enough money. At some point the girl stopped talking, and she found herself on the awkward end of a long silence. Her alpha-female kicked in and told her just what to say.

"Absolutely, honey. Come on in for a second and we'll see what we can get for you." She stepped back and extended her arm into the entryway, ushering the girl in and opening her robe further, all in one graceful motion. She shut the door, but didn't bother doing the same with her robe as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

"Come on back, dear, it's fine. You've seen me twice now in my worst Saturday morning get-up, so there's no embarrassment left between us. Have a seat, I'll get my check book." The girl folllwed along to the kitchen, but only stood still, looking about, unsure, as Susan opened a drawer and searched for a moment or two before finding the thin leather fold beneath a mass of jumble papers. She came back over to the table and plopped down into a chair, shifting open her robe again that much more. Her ample breasts were now clearly visible, and the correct lean would create quite a show.

"Sit, darling, really," she insisted, taking the girl's hand and pulling her to the chair opposite her. "Let's talk this thing through for a minute and see how much you can make today." The girl fell into the chair with a silly grin on her face, amused by this woman's mildly antic behavior, her casual charm, and in the back of her mind, her confident, womanly attractiveness.

"What's your name, love?" Susan asked, placing her hand over her guest's on the tabletop.

"Um, Katie."

"Well, Katie, how much do you need from me today, exactly?" Her hand lingered.

"Um, it's an open donation. Most people give ten or twenty dollars, but you know, even like five helps me out."

"Uh huh. And how much do you have to raise in total?" She sat back in her chair and folded her arms in a sort of mock seriousness, but more for the effect of pressing her breasts together and shifting her robe. Following the girl's glance she saw that it'd had the desired effect.

"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said, raising her eyes, unaware of where they'd been.

"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said leaning forward, her arms still crossed. She felt the satin slip aside. Oddly, it occurred to her at this point that perhaps the musky aroma of last night's escapades might be overpowering the linger of her perfume on her skin, but that either one would have its own seductive appeal. She reached for her checkbook, casting a waft of her scent as she did.

"I can give you one hundred and fifty dollars, Katie," she said, clicking the pen into action. "Would you like that?"

"Sure!" she said, her face lighting up.

"And would it make any difference if I gave you more?"

"No," she said a little confused. "They only need that much from each of us. They don't need extra."

"Uh huh," she stopped writing and looked up. "What if I were to write two checks: one to the school and one to you, each for one hundred and fifty dollars. Would that be ok?"

"Um, I don't know. What do you mean?"

Susan leaned forward one last time and let her robe fall completely open. She put her hand gently on Katie's shoulder and let it rise up to lightly grasp the nape of her neck as she leaned in to give her a long, slow kiss. At first Katie's lips were still, but Susan's persistence eased them open, and gradually their tongues tickled and merged. When they were both breathing noticeably heavier, Susan finally allowed their lips to part. She looked into the girl's eyes - big pools of brown, unsure but unafraid - and she winked before giving her another quick peck, taking her by the hand again.

"Come with me, Katie," she said walking her down the hall to the stairs. "Let's make our morning worthwhile." Once they reached the bedroom, Susan let her robe fall away completely, and she immediately reached for the waist of Katie's jeans. "Take these off, little girl," she said, her voice deep with lust. "Take all of it off." She all but tore the jacket from her shoulders and threw it across the room, then pulled her t-shirt and sports bra straight over her head in one motion. Then she ran her hands down her slim, young body, holding her by the waist in both hands, visually devouring her nubile plaything with all her being.

"Ever been with a girl before, Katie?"

"Kind of," she said in an equally husky but more girlish voice. "Once or twice, making out a little."

"Well, this won't be anything like that." She pushed her back on the bed and dove right between her thin legs, spreading them forcefully open as her mouth closed around her tiny, shaven slit. Katie squealed and bucked at first, unfamiliar with so much stimulus and with such intensity, but after a few moments her writhing settled to squirming, her squirms then to upward thrusts of her hips to match the ecstasy of Susan's tongue and fingers, expertly drawing pleasure from corners of her pussy she hadn't known existed.

With her other hand Susan was fingering her own cunt, and did her best to keep pace with the arc of Katie's moan's, drawing them both closer and closer to orgasm, until they both succumbed to the crashing waves of pleasure, Katie gripping her legs tightly together as she shuddered throughout. When she began to calm down, Susan reached beneath and drew her tight tiny ass upwards with her hands, flipping her legs back over her body and folding her in half with her holes offered straight up. Back went her tongue to deliver even more unrealized pleasure from one happy orifice to the other, and after a few minutes more Katie was once again shouting out and squealing with delight, until Susan finally sat up and crawled up over her hips, pressing her own cunt directly to that of her now delirious high school vixen. She fucked her hard and fast, unrelenting as her strong thighs gripped the little girl's and her hips pressed her lithe body hard into the mattress. With one hand on the girl's knee for support, the other played roughly with the stiff, puffy nipples of her cherubic little breasts. For all the disappointment of the previous night, her tiny new sex toy was far, far worth the trade off, and Susan came hard and long, blind and aggressive with lust and control.

After this initial massive surge of passion had driven out all the pent up desire of an older woman's needs and a younger girl's newfound cravings, they lay together on the cool, damp sheets, caressing and kissing, while Susan picked up her scattered toys one by one, and carefully demonstrated, on herself and her friend, how each one was used, into which places it could fit, and the sensations each one could produce.

"You must be an excellent student," Susan said as she slid her big black friend into the girl's prone pussy.

"Uh, sure," came a panting response. A confused but delirious Katie turned her face against the sheets, looking back from her all-fours position, her shoulders pinned. "What makes you say that now?"

"Because you're such a quick and obedient learning," Susan said. "From the very beginning you gone with everything I've asked, and by that look on your face you're very much enjoying it and committing it to memory, I hope." She urged the dildo in more forcefully just to watch Katie's glassy eyes roll back in her head and her pretty little mouth open and shut, gasping with pleasure like a fish gulping air.

They fucked each other like this for hours, taking turns driving each other to an endless array of orgasms, merging their bodies together and sweetly probing their secrets with fingers, tongues, and toys, occasionally taking breaks to caress their sweat covered bodies with delicate hands.

Some time around two they got up and showered, and finally around three pm, with a promise to return and two neatly folded checks in her back pocket, Katie kissed Susan goodbye and all but floated down the street, her mind and body changed forever.

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