Connie's English Fuck!

by Stam

With her permission I can tell you Lesley is Androgyne. We've been kicking around story ideas and she wanted to try out my characters. The Carol character is her real-life niece again described exactly as she was described to me. Anyone who likes this story needs to thank her, as I do for her help, inspiration and encouragement!

Connie Patterson, got out of the warm shower, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick, warm, red towel, lit a cigarette and sat before her dressing mirror to do her hair and make-up. Connie felt relaxed because she’d just had a wonderful sex-session and had blew cums ‘til she was wrung out like a rag-doll. Connie’s real last name was not ‘Patterson’ but she called herself that because, as a child, she had been abandoned by her mom when her mother had taken up with a child-hating man. At a very young age Connie had ended up in the care of Vicky Patterson, an older woman, who had for the last several years taken in several needy, abandoned or abused children, giving them a real home and real love. Like all kids need. Connie had since reconciled with her ‘real’ mom but had never given her back ‘real’ mom status. As far as Connie was concerned, that belonged with Vicky, hence she had taken Vicky’s last name.

Vicky Patterson, a warm, child-loving woman, now 70-years-old, had sex with all the kids in her care, which, obviously, the state of California did not know, but it was loving, tender sex meant only to expose the girls to lesbian pleasure. Vicky’s girls all loved it! They loved Vicky! And Connie was no exception. Connie had blossomed into a real beauty but she still lived with Vicky; she had a hard time imagining not living with Vicky. Connie had had her first sex with Vicky at age 6 and now 19 years later, Connie, 25 and Vicky, 70, were occasional lovers still. Connie, like a den mother to the younger ones, also slept with all the girls, all her little ‘sisters’, plus whatever other sweet pussy she came across. And she was always on the look-out! She loved sex! All kinds of sweet, sweet pussy-sex! Connie felt herself lucky because she was attracted to all pussy, older, younger, kids, teens, same-age, didn’t matter to the highly-sexed Connie. She was a primo-connoisseur with a cunt and was always on the look-out for new stuff for her bed.

Right now, for instance, she heard stirring behind her, breathed deeply, pussy throbbing, and cooed, “Oooooh, honey-baby!” Her latest bed-mate, Trisha, the waitress she’d picked up from the restaurant where they’d all had supper the night before, had rolled her dreamy, creamy body out of Connie’s bed and she felt her warmth behind her. Trisha took Connie’s cigarette from her, took a long drag and crushed it out. As she exhaled, she bent down and Connie could feel herself being caressed with Trisha’s soft titties with their hard, pink tips as Trisha bent and gave each of Connie’s shoulders a soft, warm kiss and a wet lick, feeling the shivery tingles she’d caused, race through her lover’s hot body. Then she slid her warm hands under Connie’s towel and filled her hands with Connie’s ample titties, cupping and cuddling the plump mounds, strumming her thumbs over Connie’s nipples like she was strumming a guitar. Trisha could coax pretty music from her guitar but it was nothing compared to the wonderful tunes she now had Connie’s lusty body singing out! Connie, pussy throbbing, couldn’t take much of that kind of hot treatment without responding! She turned her head so she and the sexy 16-year-old could have a wonderful, hot, tongue-filled, spit-filled kiss!

Earlier that morning, after a wild night of sex in Connie's bed, Trisha and Connie had picked up Anne-Marie, who had spent the night with Connie’s little ‘sister’, 11-year-old Brandi, at Anne-Marie’s hotel suite. Anne-Marie and Brandi had fucked Trisha in the back of the limo on the way back to Vicky's and then Trisha and Connie had wakened the other girls, sneaked back to Connie’s room and hopped right back in the sack! Connie was so hot from watching - and listening to - Trish getting it from Brandi and Anne-Marie in the back of the limo as she drove, that she blew a cum in nothing flat, the instant Trisha's hot, little tongue hit her pussy, bathing Trisha’s lovely teen-age face with delicious, hot cream! Great for that peaches and cream complexion!

Right now, Connie, loving the teen’s soft lips and tongue with her own, opened her eyes long enough to glance at the clock on her dresser, chuckled and stood, turning smoothly into Trisha’s warm embrace, making sure to rub her titties all over Trisha’s because she knew the little sex-pot loved that! She started walking, forcing Trisha to back up until the backs of her legs hit the bed. The sexy little teen folded backwards, ending up flat on her back on the cum-stained sheets, her lovely 16-year-old titties, poking straight up at Connie, her pink nipples, like warheads atop two curvy missles, aimed right at Connie’s eyes! She spread her legs and Connie savored the delicious aroma that wafted skyward. Connie was torn between wanting to suck Trish’s delicious nipples or dive right into her juicy, tasty twat! She compromised, dropping to her knees on the soft rug in her room, filling her hands with Trisha’s titties, loving their soft squeeziness, and at the same time kissing down the teen’s flat little tummy, burying her head between her hot, soft thighs and started giving long, delicious slurps right up her oozing crack!

Trisha wriggled her hot little ass all over and squealed! “Oh, Connie, you really now how to do my pussy, lover-girl! No one’s ever done me like you do!”

Connie started using her tongue like a little cock poking deep into Trisha’s warm cunny and back, in and out, over and over, power tongue-fucking Trisha ‘til she squealed some more! She was using her tongue to fuck Trisha’s slit much like one of the football players that were always sniffing around Trisha, hoping to get into her panties, (fat chance!), would use their pricks on the horny teen if she’d only give them a tumble. But there was no cock in the world that could do for Trisha what Connie’s hot tongue was doing, maybe because every few strokes, as she withdrew from Trisha’s hot cunt, Connie would make sure to pause and give her sweet little clitty some wonderful, warm, wet licks before she plunged back in deep! Could a cock do that?!? Would any ‘man’ even bother, or would, as usual, he only be concerned with his own pleasure? And his bragging rights at bagging as sexy a morsel as Trisha?

Trisha’s ass bucked, she pulled Connie’s hair and rewarded her by gushing out a sweet mouthful of cunt-honey for her efforts! “Oh, Connie, you cunt-lappping kitty-you!" she wailed, "Let me get right up on the bed and swing your legs over me and bring your cunt to me!”

Normally, no one ordered Connie, a take-charge type of gal, around, but orders like that, she was only too eager to comply with. When they’d first ended up in Connie’s bed last night, 16-year-old Trisha had been a very curious would-be lesbian, a novice pussy-licker. But the gorgeous teen was an eager, enthusiastic student, taking pleasure in Connie’s course on the ‘Art of Fine Lesbianism - 101’, fucking her teacher for her ‘A’! Patient teacher that she was, Connie had been happy to tutor the aspiring little hottie lesbian in the devilish ways of loving a woman’s cunt, so that one could drive her female partner, be it women, teen, 'tween' or child, out of her mind. Until her pulsing pussy-crack was shooting out its load of happiness. Trisha had learned her lessons well and in one hot night had acquired an honors degree in pussy-sucking, thrills and skills the 16-year-old was only to eager to take back to her high-school play-mates! But first, in her opinion only, because Connie had already ranked her 1st in her class at Pussy High, Trisha felt the need to pass one last examination and get her ‘Masters’ in her over-lapping courses, cunt-lapping and orgasm-giving!

With her hot and eager teen-age tongue oozing along Connie’s crack, tickling and exploring, causing it to throb and drool, her greedy lips sucking up every drop of sweet juice running out of Connie’s cunt-crack, she found Connie’s sweet clit, sucked it into her mouth and gave it a royal tongue-lashing! Connie threw back her head, she wailed and squealed, her pussy gushed Trisha another faceful of hot cream and she babbled that whatever degree Trisha was looking for, it was hers!

Cuddling, after this heated session, Connie and Trisha shared a cigarette then Connie told Trisha she really had to get her ass to the airport. “Besides,” she asked, giving the teen’s tits another squeeze, “Don’t you have a shift at the restaurant?”

Trisha acknowledged that she did and they both hopped in the shower. Separately, Connie insisted, rather than risk being sidetracked by soaping down Trisha’s amazingly soft, creamy teen body! When Trisha got out of the shower, her freshly laundered waitress uniform was laid out on the bed and Connie was already in her chauffeurs outfit. Connie was pretty much the only driver of Vicky’s cars and she supposed that made her the chauffeuress around here but Connie’s position in Vicky’s household was in no way to be misconstrued as ‘chauffeuress’! No! Vicky had bought it for her, but the uniform was Connie’s idea and she loved wearing it!

“Who are you picking up at the airport?” Trisha asked, as she put on her uniform. “Should I be jealous?”

“Sweetie,” Connie said, “You can be as jealous as you like, but it won’t make any difference. I like you, Trish. You’ve got a wonderful little body and you learned fast and are a good fuck and I’ll be happy to fuck with you again, anytime, but I’m just not a one woman woman, right now, if that is what you’re hinting at. But just so you know, I’m picking up my daughter and my mom. I fuck both them too, so you can be jealous or not, as you like!”

“Oh no!” Trisha cried, digesting the fact that Connie fucked her mom and her daughter, hoping she hadn’t scared Connie off and she wouldn’t get to fuck this beauty any more. “I’ve got my girlfriends at school, and my boss at the restaurant really wants into my panties, I can tell! I just hope we can get together again sometime, that’s all!”

Connie pulled Trisha roughly to her and crushed her lips down on hers causing them both to have to re-do their lipstick. “I told you I’d be happy to fuck with you again, sweetie-pie! And I meant it. I’ve got your number and you’ve got mine and you now know where I live and I know where you work, but right now, I need you to wiggle that sweet ass of yours outside and into the car! Chop-Chop!”

Once at the restaurant, somehow Connie still had a few minutes, so she and Trisha necked in the restaurant parking lot for a bit, then Trisha fixed her lip-stick, again, in the rear view mirror, went in for her shift, and Connie drove off, entering onto the freeway via a long ramp and pointing the town car toward LAX.

Trisha’s boss, watched her employee climb from the car. She had been horny to get in Trisha’s panties ever since she’d come to wiggle that creamy body around the restaurant as she served the tables. She watched now as Connie gave her one last kiss; she hissed in jealousy; her hand went down to cuddle her cunt, which was suddenly very wet, as her hopes of bedding lovely Trisha went way up!

When she was almost to the airport Connie’s cell phone rang. She didn’t like answering it, even with her hands-free set-up, when she was driving, especially on days like today when, strangely enough, the usually stalled L.A. traffic was actually moving rather well. But she saw it was her mom so she answered. ½ way through the conversation, her eyes narrowed, she took a cigarette from her purse and lit it and when the conversation was over she angrily hit the button to hang up.

“Melissa and I are going to spend anther week here, dear. I was able to change our reservation. I hope you don’t mind,” her mom had said. “I tried calling you last night but you weren’t answering.”

Connie was angry but she had to smile when she thought of why she hadn’t been answering her phone, because her face was plastered deep in Trisha’s hot, juicy, teen-age twat!

‘I hope Vicky can convince Anne-Marie to stay over,’ Connie thought, ‘I really want Melissa to meet her! Melissa was Connie’s daughter, away for a vacation with the woman that had biologically produced Connie. (In her mind, Connie’s ‘mom’ was Vicky, Melissa’s grand-mom the same!) Shit, damn, fuck! Now, she wished she talked Trisha into taking off a shift. Time to think of Plan B.

Plan B, for Connie, beings as she was so close, was going on out to the airport. She figured she might just happen to see someone needing a ride. Well, not just any someone. Be honest, Connie! Some hot pussy in need of a ride!

So she parked the town car at the ‘arrivals’ parking lot and went into the terminal to look around. The scene inside was its usual swirl of frantic activity. People everywhere. Hurrying and jostling. Lots of hugs and kisses being thrown around. Connie loved it, all the activity filling her with a kind of nervous energy that had her body humming and her pussy fluttering. Connie knew just what to look for usually and, like a bloodhound on the trail, was expert at sniffing out pussy that might be available for a little action. But today, despite all the people and activity she didn’t see many women alone or traveling with kids. Mostly couples. She did see a gorgeous 20 something blonde being met by another gorgeous 20 something blonde and the kiss of greeting they shared was hot enough to melt the railings their curvy, creamy bodies were leaning against. Connie’s cunt throbbed harder as she watched and she reflected that if she didn’t meet anyone soon, that looked like she had potential to scratch her itch, it would be back to Trisha’s restaurant for lunch and she would hope to rip off a 'quickie' with sexy little Trisha on one of her breaks.

Or, Connie mused, Trisha had said that her boss was warm for her form. Hmmmmm. Maybe, if Trisha’s boss was up for some action with her employee she wouldn’t turn down a chance for some tail from a horny customer. ‘Food for thought', Connie thought, chuckling at the double, maybe triple entendre of a restaurant manageress providing food for eat, food for thought and maybe, for Connie, a fine pussy to snack on!

Then, wow, her eyes caught sight of a woman and a child coming from the luggage retrieval area for international flights. A red-headed woman, middle-aged, walking, holding hands with a very cute ‘tweenie’-looking little girl, maybe 12 or 13 years old, Connie’s expert eyes told her. They were struggling, pulling behind them enormous suitcases, on wheels, but still, heavy burdens and the women especially looked very tired and near the end of her rope.

‘She looks like she’s had a tough day. I think they could use a hand,’ Connie thought. ‘A good Samaritan like me, maybe a ride,’ she chuckled to herself. The more she eyed up these two, the more her pussy warmed. There was nothing overtly sexual about them, individually or as a couple but that didn’t keep Connie’s pussy from up-shifting to a higher gear! Many would probably say that the woman was average looking (as Connie would come to learn she even described herself as ‘average’, an adjective Connie came to strongly disagree with!) with slightly angular and a tad masculine features to her face. She sported a nice shape, obviously feminine, but nothing spectacular, under the t-shirt she was wearing. But, still . . . there was something about her! The little girl was a brown-haired, green-eyed cutie, curvy in all the right places with small but firm little breasts crowned with hard little nipples that were tenting her tee shirt. Connie’s pussy, easily exceeding the speed limit already, up-shifted again and her libido roared on!

Her feeling that these two could use a ride, was confirmed when the pair went on by the exitway reserved for limos and continued on, headed toward the exit for buses and taxis. Connie smiled. She really couldn’t allow that sexy, but tired-looking women and that little cutie-pie with her, to take a bus or a taxi, when she had a big old empty town car handy, now, could she?

So now, for the tricky part. Approaching them. No doubt this woman was going to very wary. Travelling alone with her daughter? Grand-daughter? Niece? Some relation for sure. The genes looked right. She probably had been filled with stories about how to trust ‘no one!’ How everyone that talked to her in the evil United States would be out to rob, rape or kill her! Connie would have to be at her most charming. Maybe her chauffeur’s uniform, she was really glad now that she had worn it, would help. She adjusted her dorky chauffeur’s cap, which even despite being dorky, Connie managed to make look sexy, atop her black hair. The couple in question had paused now to catch their breath and the little girl was tugging at the older woman’s sleeve, obviously asking for something.

Connie saw the patient smile on the woman’s face and also saw her look over and notice her regarding them. She tried to assume a very non-threatening pose, standing quietly, held tilting to one side, smiling. Did she sense an flicker of interest from the woman? Connie tried to fine-tune her lesbian radar, to focus in a little tighter.

But the woman and the child were walking on now and Connie couldn’t let them get away! She fell into step beside them. “Pardon me,” she said, “I can’t help but notice that you two look very tired. My name is Connie Patterson. You obviously don’t know me, but why don’t you take a breather and let me talk with you a minute?”

The women, at first, seemed like she was ready to ignore Connie and she just kept walking on. She pulled the little girl closer to her but she did look over at this stranger ready to give her a withering look that would say, ‘Go away, don’t bother us! Or I’ll scream for security!'

Thinking it over later, Lesley had a hard time explaining even to herself exactly why she didn’t persue that course of action. Exactly what happened in that instant she threw her look toward Connie. What she saw first was a pair of sparking, brown eyes and a dazzling smile full of straight, white teeth. Long, wavy, black hair and what looked like a sensational body hidden under a severely-cut, masculine-looking but somehow flattering chauffeur’s outfit. Her stern, withering, disapproving look that she’d actually practiced on her niece, making her giggle, on the plane, somehow morphed into a look that, if not warm and fuzzy and welcoming was, well, tolerant.

Connie counted that as a small victory. “Really,” she said, striding hard to keep up, ‘Please, don’t be frightened. I’m just a chauffeur. You two look beat and like you might need a ride somewhere and my party did not arrive so I have an empty car going back into the city. I’m not soliciting business. My car is a private car and not for hire. The car is owned by my mom and she certainly is not going to mind if I drop two weary travelers like you folks, anywhere you want to go. She’d give me shit if I didn’t! What do you say, a free, welcome-to-L.A. ride to wherever you are going, no strings attached, best offer you’re likely to get all day! By the way, my name’s Connie Patterson.” Connie smiled again, that dazzling smile that took the woman’s breath away.

By this time, the woman had at least stopped walking – victory number 2, Connie counted – but she was still glancing nervously around, looking for security, judging the distance they still had to walk to the taxi and bus exit. Despite her nervousness, she was obviously very tired and glad of the respite.

But it was the little girl who spoke first. “Auntie Lesley, my feet hurt! How much further do we have to go? Maybe we should let this lady give us a ride. She seems nice, Auntie!”

Connie caught the English accent right away. If they’d flown all the way from U.K. to L.A., no wonder they were tired. There’d been announcents concerning delays on the flights from the U.K. and furthur announcements of malfunctioning equipment at the luggage retrieval area for internation flights.

“Well, Carol, honey,” the women said in a charming English accent. “We’d still have to walk to her car, so how is that going to help your tired feet? We don’t know this lady. Why is she approaching us if she doesn’t want something? Maybe, something real bad!”

Connie kept that breathtaking smile on her face, “You’re from England. I love it! Welcome to America! We’re not all evil killers here, no matter what the world press has to say about us. Look it, I noticed you guys, couldn’t help noticing you look really tired and offered you a ride. That’s all. I had to ride out here all alone and beings as my party never arrived I now have to face that long drive back alone. It’ll be nice to have someone to talk with. What’ya say?”

Connie’s brilliant smile and relaxed, non-threatening manner finally coaxed a tired smile from Lesley. Ooooh. Did she look gorgeous when she smiled, Connie observed.

“Are you sure? We can get a bus or a taxi.” She named the hotel where, as part of the package fare from the U.K., her and her niece had a room booked.

Connie kept smiling. “Sure, I’m sure. A bus’ll take forever, a taxi, not any better. You’ll be cramped and hot and it’ll cost you a fortune. Come on, luxury accommodations await, all just for your company!” She took the handle of the suitcase Carol was dragging and taking the little girl’s hand, who was still holding her auntie’s hand, started leading them to the exit where she’d parked the town car.

Perhaps she was just too tired to resist, or perhaps Connie’s lesbian radar had been tuned in all correctly, after all, when she thought she detected a glimmer of interest from the lady! With Connie leading the little girl and the little girl leading her auntie they made their way to where Connie had parked the town car. Along the way, she introduced herself and her niece. “I’m Lesley,” she said. “And this is Carol, my sister’s kid. My niece.” She added, unnecessarily.

“Pleased to meet you,” Connie said. “I’m going to be so glad to have your company on the ride back! Did you have much problem at customs? You guys don’t look like Islamic terrorists but our customs guys are real tough these days on little-ole-ladies! Not that you look old, Lesley! Not by any means!”

When no one jumped them or robbed them or killed them along the way, how would she be able to explain getting herself and her daughter killed to her sister, Lesley thought! - and Connie was actually loading the suitcases into the trunk of the car, Lesley seemed to relax a little. “Sorry if I seem overly wary, but you can’t really blame me, can you? I’m traveling alone with my sister’s daughter in a strange, scary place. My sister’s husband has been in an accident and I thought I’d get my niece away so my sister has nothing else to think about except look after him. I always wanted to see California and Carol wants to see Disneyland and other sights, so here we are.”

“Yes,” Connie said, “here you are!” And she added to herself, her pussy throbbing like crazy, “And just in fucking time too!”

All that little speech had come pouring out of Lesley, in an English accent Connie found irresistibly sexy, but rather nervously, as she had relaxed a little, but obviously not all the way yet. Her niece, Carol, on the other hand, was already bouncing on the cool leather seats of the town car. “Cool ride!” she said to Connie.

Slamming the trunk, Connie and Leslie got in the car and Connie expertly exited the parking lot, paying the fees and headed out on the freeway.

“You are not going to believe this,” she told Lesley. “Mom and I have a guest in town right now from a little town in New Mexico and Mom and I have put her up in the penthouse suite of the very hotel you and Carol are going to be staying at. How’s that for coincidence?” She smiled to herself wondering what Lesley would say if she knew why Anne-Marie was in town! She wondered which one of her little ‘sisters’ might be with Anne-Marie right now and how far progressed they might be into a hot fuck-session! She didn’t think she’d take Lesley up to knock on Anne-Marie’s door quite yet!

All the way into the hotel the women chatted, including Carol from the back seat. They talked about everything and anything. Lesley started out telling Connie about how they came on the trip because of Carol’s mom’s husband’s motoring accident, what Connie would call a car accident. He was deep into rehab and physiotherapy and Les’ sister suggested this trip for Les and Carol so she could devote her time to her husband. Then she started telling Connie about the trip from hell. Somewhere along the line Carol, from the back seat, took over and Connie heard everything, like how the plane was 6 hours late taking off from Heathrow to begin with and upon arrival at LAX the luggage carousel busted and caused more headaches. They had, indeed, been treated like Islamic terrorists by the customs guys. That’s why Lesley was so nervous and tense. But Connie smiled to herself as she could palpably feel Leslie relaxing beside her.

‘You get good and relaxed, baby,’ she thought to herself, ‘relax yourself right into my bed!’

Out loud she said, “I thought you guys looked a little at the ‘end of your rope’ as we say out here in the west! That’s why, with nothing else to do today I offered my wonderful services. I just couldn’t see you in a bus or in one of our thieving taxis who would have toured you all over Southern California before taking you where you wanted to go.” She smiled at Carol in the rear-view mirror, “My services are wonderful aren’t they, muffin?” she asked of Carol in the back seat. Carol grinned. ‘What a smile!’ Connie thought. ‘What a dish!’ Her pussy throbbed on!

At the hotel, as they were supervising the staff unloading the luggage, Lesley said, “Well, Connie, I don’t know how to thank you. For the ride, for listening to all our babbling and, maybe most of all, for not being a typical American homicidal maniac. No offense.”

Connie laughed, “None taken, dear! I know the average European view of the U.S.!”

Leslie continued, “I’d love to invite you to come up to the room with us but, obviously, having just arrived I have nothing to offer you and we’re really pretty tired.”

Connie wasn’t about to let these two get away that easy! ‘You got plenty enough for me, baby!’ she thought. She smiled, her breathtaking smile that Leslie was getting quite used to and felt she could become quite addicted to. Connie really was a very pleasant young woman, seemed harmless enough and, she had to admit, was very pretty. No, Leslie decided, she was beautiful! Even with her chauffeur’s outfit, Lesley could see Connie possessed a trim, remarkable body with a nice set of tits sticking out. She had to say what she said, but, secretly, Lesley hoped Connie’d want to come inside with her. She’d agreed to this trip with a lot of trepidation and, if she could get Carole to have a nap - she didn’t think that’d be hard! - she’d love to talk to someone like Connie about some things. Things she couldn’t possibly have confided to her sister. Lesley imagined the conversation. ‘Hi sis, do you mind if I fuck your daughter?’ Besides, she loved her niece deeply, in more ways than one, but after nearly 24 hours Lesley was ready for a little more ‘adult’ talk.

So, she was actually glad when Connie said, “You all are not getting rid of me that easily! My Mom practically owns ½ this place. She keeps the penthouse suite rented almost all the time for her guests. She is very close with the manageress, as am I. First, what’s say we inspect these rooms and if I don’t think they are suitable, we’ll get you some better ones. We’ll get some food sent up and some wine and we’ll talk. I have nothing much else to do and mom could phone me anytime on my cell and ask me to bring Anne-Marie, that’s our guest upstairs here, out to the house. And I’ll already be here. How handy will that be?”

So, the three of them trooped inside, followed by the bell-hop with the luggage. Lesley registered her and Carol and they went on up to the room. Actually it was a double room with an adjoining door. Lesley was grateful to see that because she wanted some alone-time with her new friend. The rooms weren’t luxurious like Anne-Marie’s suite above but they were cozy and intimate and Lesley thought she’d have no problem being comfortable here with her niece. Would they mess up one bed or two? ‘Shut-up, Les,’ she told herself, ‘quit thinking like that!’

Room service brought up a cart that Connie had ordered and the three ate, Lesley and Connie having glasses of wine which served to relax Lesley even more and loosen her up. She was feeling more and more comfortable with Connie, even going as far as to chuckle at her nervousness and fear when Connie had approached her and Carol at the airport. Carol was bubbly and laughing as she ate her burger and drank her juice but both Connie and her aunt Lesley could tell she was kinda running on adrenaline from all the excitement and would probably crash soon. Accordingly, after they ate, Lesley suggested that maybe Carol should have a bath and try to sleep so she wouldn’t be tired tomorrow. At first Carol kept insisting that she wasn’t tired but, finally she wound down. Auntie Les got a hug and a kiss and even Connie got hugged and her cheek brushed with the little cutie’s soft lips. Connie resisted all temptation, though it was hard, to try turning Carol’s friendly kiss into something more! ‘First, Auntie Lesley!’ she told herself. With a cheery ‘good-night’ Carol disappeared into the adjoining room and the older women could hear water running into the tub.

“That’s quite the little niece you got there, Les,” Connie observed.

“Don’t think I don’t know it! She’s a real doll!” Lesley agreed, “I love her to pieces but she can be a real handful. Sometimes all that youthful energy wears me out!” Then perhaps because she was so tired, perhaps it was the effect of a couple of glasses of wine, she added, “I have such a hard time keeping my hands off her! I fancy her so much! She so the right age for me and makes me so hot and horny!” Lesley, realizing what she’d just revealed to, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger, gasped, her hands flew up to cover her mouth and she squealed, ‘Oooops!”

Connie reached out and covered Les’ hand that remained on the table. She looked into her eyes and said, “Don’t worry, don’t be shy, Les! I noticed the way you were looking at Carol and, trust me, I noticed the way she looks at you! I’m something of an expert on this particular subject! I’m going to help you!”

Les’ hand felt soft and warm in hers and holding on to it, Connie went on to tell Lesley a little about her life with Vicky and all her little ‘sisters’ and the wonderful life they had together, pulling no punches even about the sex. She even told her new friend about 16-year-old Trisha and the wonderful fuck-session that had immediately preceded their mostly-by-chance meeting at the airport.

Les sipped her wine and listened, partly shocked at Connie’s story and really amazed at her boldness at revealing it to her so soon after they’d just met. Maybe the wine was affecting her too! The other part of her was turned on and making her horny and she poured out her heart to Connie telling her about her lust for Carol and all her trepidation of making this trip with her, sharing hotel rooms with her, worried that she would burst with horniness because she would be afraid to even jill herself off for even a ‘quickie’ with Carol so close at hand. Worried she was evil to lust after her own niece and a 12-year-old one at that!

“12-year-olds are pretty smart about sex these days,” Connie said, “unless your sister has done a super-impossible job of shielding her from nearly everything! Do you think that your niece doesn’t know about sex and about lesbians? Doesn’t masturbate? Doesn’t have funny, tingly feelings about her own female mates?” Connie asked. “My guess is she is playing with her pussy right now! I bet if we listened at her door we’d hear some moaning. But, you know what, Les? Carol is gone for the night and I think two old ladies like us deserve that and need that and we’ll worry about Carol tomorrow. Right now, do you want to know what I want to do, sexy lady?”

Lesley was blushing a little and very, very horny, almost afraid to hear what this sexy Connie might propose next. “What exactly are you thinking, Connie?”

“I think you are very tired with a lot of tired, sore muscles. I think perhaps a nice all-over massage to start out with. I’ve got just the stuff in my bag here and then . . .”

“Then, what?” Lesley asked eagerly, hoping, praying to hear it.

“Then, sexy lady, how ‘bout another American expression? I’d love to fuck you ‘til the cows come home! How does that sound?”

Connie stood, still holding Lesley’s warm hand and picking up her bag with her other hand she drew an unresisting Lesley to her feet and into the bedroom. Once there and Lesley was sitting on the bed, from her bag she took some kind of a small contraption and plugged it in.

“Get yourself naked, baby, and I will too! Lie face down on the bed. A nice, relaxing all-over massage is next on the menu of Connie's services to weary travellers, and I’ll start with your back!” Lesley started removing her t-shirt and her new midnight-blue bra that had been just been strangling her. She wondered if since meeting Connie her sensitive nipples hadn’t puffed up a couple of notches making the bra now too snug! She pulled off her jeans, tossed her undies far into the corner, hoping that Connie wouldn’t notice how wet and ripe-smelling they were! Lesley lay down on the bed noticing, for some reason that Connie, busy with what she was doing had made no effort to gawk at her body as she undressed and watched, with interest, as Connie took out a small bottle of some red-colored liquid and poured it into her little contraption.

What she didn’t know was that Connie, determined to make this session last, maybe an all-nighter, wanting to give Lesley a wonderful ‘Welcome-to-America fuck experience, (which didn’t include ripping into Lesley’s body like a jackal with a carcass, like she was burning to do!) had deliberately delayed seeing Lesley’s body, wanting to ‘discover’ it during the sensual massage she had planned next for her new friend. She had, however, not missed the wonderful smell of Lesley’s dank-smelling panties and smiled at the unmistakable sign of a turned-on woman! That much, Connie could sniff out in the dark!

“What’s all that?” Lesley asked. “It smells like raspberry.”

“It’s raspberry flavored,” Connie laughed, “and it tastes just yummy. Much like I think you will taste, baby! It’s edible, flavored body oil, much like baby oil, only better! I’m warming it up and I’m going to massage you all over with it. You’ll love it, Les, I guarantee! I give great massages!”

Somehow, Lesley didn’t doubt that and thought she just might manage to like it all right! Connie turned finally to look and sucked in her breath at the sight of the smooth sweep of Lesley’s unblemished back, that curved down nicely to form a round and firm rump that was currently bulging up from the bed as she lay on her belly. This beautiful derriere was also formed, from below, by the meeting of two lovely, rounded thighs, the same thighs that grew into a pair of lovely legs with smooth muscled calves. Connie could see that Lesley, despite her age, kept her wonderful body in great shape. Regular trips to the gym, Connie’s expert eyes told her, to result in such a lovely shape for a mid-fifties woman. Her body might not have been as spectacular as Anne-Marie’s, the other 50-something woman Connie had fucked this week, but it certainly was tasty looking. Connie vowed to taste it all. And she hadn’t even seen the front yet! ‘Patience!’ Connie told herself, although she was creaming her panties, the ones she was soon to dispose of, to see Lesley’s tits. Not to mention the source of the lovely aroma in the room, - not her body-oil, her favorite aphrodisiac perfume - musky cunt!

Connie shed her uniform, while the oil in her contraption finished warming up and the red light went out on the reservoir. Standing naked beside the bed, displaying her glorious 25-year-old body for Lesley's enjoyment, she stuck a finger in the reservoir, then stuck it in her mouth. Connie declared it was ready. She stuck her finger in again and held it close to Lesley’s beautiful lips. “Here, hon, have a lick!” she said, praying she wouldn’t cum on the spot as Lesley smiled and sucked her finger into her mouth!

“Oh, that’s yummy!” Lesley said, “Just like you!”

“Are you ready, baby?” Connie asked.

Lesley, arms at her sides, head on the pillow told her, “I’m so ready, dear, I’m likely to explode first time you touch me! But, if you’re willing to risk it, go ahead dear, do anything you like! My body’s yours, for a canvas!”

Connie leaned forward and poured a liberal amount of her oil high on Connie’s back between her shoulder blades. Making no effort to rub Lesley yet, Connie watched Lesley shiver as the warm oil ran down her back.

“Too hot, love? It shouldn’t be!” Connie asked.

“It feels wonderful!” Lesley sighed.

The warm oil running down Lesley’s spine pooled there in that sensitive spot where her spine met her bum. Connie generously poured more out more to enlarge that shimmering pool. Touching Lesley’s bare body for the first time, causing them both a jolt of pleasure, Connie gripped each of her smooth, round buttocks and pulled them slightly apart so the oil could run down Lesley’s ass-crack and puddle up right at her little puckered anus.

Playfully, Connie jabbed her finger into the pool of the body oil, splashing it and Lesley could feel the warm stuff raining down all over her butt-cheeks. At the same time, with the lubrication of the oil easing the way, Connie’s middle finger slid right into Lesley’s bum where she swirled it all around. Lesley gave a yelp and Connie felt her bum-hole contracting to squeeze her finger. She laughed, noting with satisfaction that Lesley seemed to have a sensitive asshole and, more important, seemed to take delight in Connie playing with it!

She took each of Lesley’s ass-cheeks in her palms and started squeezing and kneading, spreading the warm oil all over. She leaned down and kissed each rounded buttock and Lesley could feel her warm tongue as it licked. Lesley shuddered as Connie rimmed out her pucker and gave it kisses! Connie probably could have spent an hour just playing with Lesley's delightful bum but she had other plans too!

Reluctantly leaving that beautiful ass for a moment, knowing she’d come back to it, Connie poured more body-oil into her palms and took one of Connie’s long, beautiful legs and using both hands massaged and rubbed right down to the foot where she took her time giving kisses and working the oil everywhere, covering the soles and working between the toes. Lesley's feet had been aching and she was wriggling with pleasure and Connie repeated the fun with her other leg and foot. More sighs from a contented Lesley!

At this point, anyone observing, would have had a hard time deciding which naked woman was having more fun. Lesley was shivering, though certainly she wasn’t cold and Connie was giggling and laughing as she oiled up Lesley’s lovely legs. Both ladies obviously were having great fun!

When she’d worked her way back up Lesley’s other leg, Connie spent some more time with Lesley’s ass then moved a little higher to do her beautiful back. Another little splash of the oil and she ran her hands, lovingly, all over, bearing down a little harder around Lesley’s neck and shoulders, really working now, massaging deeply, to try and work out some tension knots she could feel there. But on Lesley’s lower back Connie just trailed her fingers lightly over her skin, tickling, feeling the goose bumps pop up. The ‘ooohs’ she got from Lesley also told her she was doing her usual ‘good job’!

She went back to Lesley’s feet and worked her way back up, slowly, tickling and massaging, this time making sure to brush the golden body she was pampering with her soft tits and hard nipples. Lesley could feel Connie’s satiny globes warmly caressing her back as Connie leaned down and whispered softly in her ear. “Turn over, now, my love,” she crooned, “let me do your front. I’ve never seen your titties yet and I’m dying to! I just know that you have a lovely set for me to play with!”

Gently, Connie used her oily hands to help Lesley roll over onto her back. “Oh, sweet Jesus, wow!” Connie gasped as she got her first good look at what Lesley had to offer. Lots.

Lesley’s titties weren’t huge, about 36B cup and maybe, at mid-fifty, they sagged a little. ‘So what!’ Connie thought. ‘They’re still magnificent!’ Lesley’s breasts really were lovely and pear shaped and they were capped off by really exceptional nipples. The aureoles weren’t big but poking out of their centres were these big, brown, nipples. They looked like a perfect fit for Connie’s pretty mouth and, for certain, Connie knew she would soon test that theory, but right now she continued her inspection tour.

No excess fat on this very sexy lady! She had a very distinct waistline and her belly was exquisitely shaped, not flat but with a definite curve to it and ridged like a young athlete. Connie was mesmerized by it and planned to soon rain kisses all over it! Hot, sexy kisses!

Lesley was watching Connie’s eyes drink her all in and the sparkle in those wonderful brown eyes and the mouth-watering smile on her lips told Lesley that Connie was liking what she was seeing!

Slowly, smiling impishly, watching Connie’s big, beautiful, deep brown eyes, Lesley spread her legs.

The treat that Lesley had hidden between those beautiful thighs, that greeted Connie’s eager vision then, made her gasp and clutch her hand to her own pussy! It was a magnificent muff! Very damp, because Lesley was very turned-on, Connie could see droplets of her cream dotting her labia. Nice, plump pussy-lips and they were shaven and looked very silky-smooth, clean!

“Oh, wow, sexy lady!” Connie exclaimed, “I'm on fire! Did you shave that precious pussy just for me, dear?”

Lesley just smiled. Her pretty cunt had that effect on women, she'd noticed over the years!

Connie reached for her bottle of oil and filled Lesley’s belly-button to overflowing. When the warm oil started running all over she placed her palms flat on Lesley’s tummy. Rubbing in circles, she massaged the oil all over Lesley’s exquisite belly. Lesley’s titties were wobbling on her chest, seeming to wave at Connie’s hands, come here, little ones, come here! And every time Connie would make a circle of that smooth tummy, she expanded her range and got a little closer to grabbing those tits. Finally, Lesley almost ready to scream at her to please, please massage her aching titties, Connie slid her hands right up to circle and cuddle those titties and she massaged them all around.

Lesley’s head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed, as she reveled in the pleasure of Connie’s tit-massage. The warm oil felt and smelled wonderful, Lesley was dying for another taste of it. She wanted to bath sweet Connie in it and spend a life-time licking it back off! Connie, sensing Lesley loved her warm and soft hands working her tits, spent a long, sweet time there oiling up those titties, making then glisten with a fluourescent sheen! She tickled and pinched gently and played with Lesley’s big, brown nipples, which somehow got even bigger the more she played with them.

Lesley was naked but she felt like she was wrapped in a warm, velvety blanket, She could feel Connie’s soft titties touching hers now and she opened her eyes to see Connie’s beautiful face inches from hers.

“Hey, sexy lady, I want you relaxed but I don’t want you to go to sleep on me!”

Lesley moaned in pleasure. “Oh, sweet Connie, how could I go to sleep and miss this! I’m so glad you approached us at the airport! And I almost sent you away!”

Connie’s lips came closer to Lesley’s but she still didn’t allow them to touch just yet. Were there sparks jumping between their mouths? Lesley was sure there must be; the heat was so intense between them! Connie whispered huskily, just barely audible, “What do you think, sexy lady? Wanna make love?”

Lesley couldn’t take anymore. Her arms that had been lying limply at her sides while Connie worked her over now came to life. She lifted them around Connie's neck and Lesley’s hands tangled in Connie’s silky, wavy black hair. Lesley pulled Connie’s head tight and their lips met for the first time!

Both women, later, swore they could feel the bed move, maybe it was the earth, as their warm, sweet lips came together and their tongues dueled it out to see which could get into the other’s mouth first. Their kiss lasted another long, sweet time, pausing in split second intervals only so the women could take in some air. Their tongues were tangled and licking and their lips were making love to the other’s lips and if young Carol had been sneaking a peek she might have thought that her auntie had grown a Siamese twin, joined at the mouths, sharing one tongue. Neither woman wanted the kiss to end!

But, as lovely as the kiss was, both women were incredibly horny for more. Connie gave Lesley’s mouth one more sweet lick. “Lie back, you sexy thing you! Let me show you how I make love to a woman like you! It’s time to rock and roll, baby!”

Connie started by raining kisses all over Lesley’s face and then down her neck to kiss the ticklish, tender spots on each side where her long, smooth neck joined that glorious body and spread out to become her lovely shoulders. She slid her lips lower, enjoying Lesley’s shivers and her lips took a slide right on up the first boob she came to, kissing it all over and finally, like Hillary scaling Everest, she reached the peak and finally took that big, sweet nipple into her mouth. Both Lesley’s titty-peaks were like candle flames, hot and dancing on the end of very beautiful candles but Connie’s mouth and saliva did not put out the fire. Like tossing another stick of hardwood into the fireplace, Connie’s hot mouth just made the fire burn hotter.

Lesley tangled her hands in Connie’s hair again and guided her lips all around her other breast and up, up, ‘til that nipple was tingling inside Connie’s mouth as well. As Connie alternately sucked one of Lesley’s nipples and then the other she was using her hands to cuddle and squeeze the big boobies although all the oil she’d applied make those titties very slippy and hard to grip. Connie hoped Lesley’s nipples wouldn’t burst because somehow they seemed to get bigger with every kiss!

Aching with pleasure, every nerve-ending in her body on fire, Lesley could feel Connie was now kissing her way across the smooth landscape of her belly, eliciting more moans and giggles as she swirled her tongue in the cutest little belly-button this side of Trisha’s! Lesley knew where she was headed and clenched her fist with the pleasure of her kisses on her tummy and in anticipation of the pleasure to come!

Still lower Connie moved, slowly, kissing and licking all the way and Lesley’s moaning increased.

Lesley was rolling her head on the pillow certain she had never been this worked up before. She thought she could lie there and enjoy Connie’s kisses all over her body forever, wrapped in a silky cocoon of pleasure, but the other ½ of her thought that if Connie soon didn’t tend to her maddenly throbbing pussy she go stark raving bonkers.

Connie sensed this and enjoying all Lesley’s moans and groans and shivers she knew she had the older woman right where she wanted her! She’d skillfully brought Lesley toward her peak, gradually turning up the heat, slowly, slowly pushing Lesley to the edge.

Lesley’s pussy was like a pot of water heating on the stove, simmering hot, just that ½ a degree short of pushing over the edge to the boiling point. A couple of small degrees short of boiling right over!

When Connie’s hot lips slid straight down from Lesley’s belly she found, no surprise, that there was a steady stream of hot juice trickling out of her, like a little babbling brook and, from the big, wet stain on the sheets, it had been oozing out of her for quite a while now. Connie gleefully rubbed her fingers on the wet sheets, ‘a sure sign of a job well-done’ she told herself and sucked her fingers. Connie was sizzling hot herself and took a second to rub her own aching pussy, get her fingers wet with her own cream and suck them in her mouth trying to compare her pussy-flavor to Lesleys’!

The babbling brook became a raging river of creamy girl-cum as, at long, long last, Connie fastened her mouth to Lesley’s sweet cunt and, after one slow, sensuous tongue kiss, like she was back at Lesley’s mouth, her lips and tongue went into high-speed motion, working the fat pussy-lips and tongue-fucking Lesley without mercy.

She hoisted Lesley’s legs over her shoulders to rest on her back and had Lesley shaking and shuddering and the pussy-juice river raced faster as it and Lesley headed for the cataracts.

Connie could plainly see Lesley’s clit standing up proud and saluting from its little hood and it was red and throbbing and very wet looking but she deliberately avoided it, for the moment content with driving Lesley nuts with her tongue and lips dancing around, just below that delicious-looking clit! Connie worked the pussy-lips, swirled her tongue around inside the sticky folds of her cunt walls. Lesley moaned louder, “Connie, Connie! C—O-N-N-I-E!” arching her back, bringing her ass off the mattress. Connie took that second to slid her hands under her bum and stabbed her longest finger right up Lesley’s bum!

At the same split-second she dived her mouth onto Lesley’s clitty, sucked it in deep and attacked it with her tongue, flicking her tongue against it, flick, flick, flick, then finishing Lesley off by mashing her clitty down hard with her tongue and running her tongue over it in wicked, unbearable circles.

The pot of water on the stove got that last degree of heat it was looking for! The river of pussy-cream reached the edge of the cliff and pounded over that edge to drop into the abyss! Lesley’s legs, dangling on Connie’s shoulders, straightened right out, her whole body stiffened and Lesley fucking lost it!

“Oh my fucking goddess!” she screamed and suddenly Connie’s hair was all wet as Lesley’s over-heated pussy blew its load! Pussy cream squirted everywhere and Connie released Lesley’s clit long enough to raise her face into the cunt-spray. She laughed, as Lesley wetted down her face with her cum, then her face followed the cascade as it wore down until she was back in Lesley cunt kissing and licking again.

Connie had no mercy for the squealing, wriggling English lady! She worked her pussy some more, still with one finger swirling in her bum! She power-fucked Lesley with her tongue much as she had done Trisha this morning. She took Lesley’s pulsing clitty into her mouth and made love to it there!

Lesley, her pulsing body stiff again, had no real memory of when she sailed into her second cum but with no real break she just gushed again. Perhaps not as forcefully the second time around, but still enough to give Connie who was having the time of her life another real soak-down!

Finally, Lesley was gasping. “Oh, fuck, Connie! I’m done! I’ve gotta rest! I can’t stand it!”

Chuckling, Connie thought to herself, ‘Mission Accomplished!”

Reluctantly she slid her lips from Lesley’s still twitching pussy and started sliding her way back up the smooth expanse of beautiful, warm, smooth flesh leading to Lesley’s sweet lips! When she got there, the two women wrapped their arms around each other and kissed and moaned and grinded their bodies together. It was like Lesley was trying to climb right inside Connie!

Without another word, still kissing, the two women held each other and drifted on a dreamy cloud. Lesley was floating, still wrapped in the silken cocoon of pleasure, a cocoon she had no desire to leave. Connie stroked her body and kept kissing her telling her how much she loved the way she came and how sweet and creamy the river’s waters were!

The women drifted off to sleep that way, still cuddled close together. Not even the large damp area on the sheets bothered them. Their lips were still close together; they were breathing into each other’s mouths.

Twice during the night that followed, Lesley, barely awake, not even opening her eyes, found Connie’s lips with her own and her kiss woke Connie and she kissed back, also without even opening her eyes. She knew this glorious body by now, knew what this English lady wanted and she went back down on Lesley and would send her back to sleep with another blissful cum!

End (for now)