Lesbian with 40

First Part of a trilogy (so far) the other parts you can find on my website

Lesbian with 40

Like a thunderclap

Since my divorce four years ago, I had been living rather secluded in a villa on the outskirts of Potsdam. This was my parents' house, where I had grown up, and actually I had never lived anywhere else, except for my student days in Berlin. At that time I had a small apartment in the city but still came home most weekends. I simply liked it better in the big house with the extensive garden, whose care I had taken over early.

I had hardly finished my studies when my parents were killed in a plane crash over the Alps. Father had been flying the Cessna himself, got lost in poor visibility, and crashed into a rock face.

So there I was, twenty-five years old and a construction company on my hands, which I should have slowly grown into as a young woman. I had almost no time to grieve, and if it hadn't been for Hans Siegl, my father's right-hand man, I don't know what would have become of me and the company.

He helped me through the worst of times, and together we not only kept the company going, we even expanded and were soon one of the most important construction companies in the area. More than five hundred men worked on the construction sites and another sixty in the new administration building. For the first ten years I worked like crazy, and there was hardly any time for love or a relationship.

Now and then I slept with chance acquaintances or old friends from my student days, but I never lasted longer than a few weeks with any man.

Then Bernhard Hoffer joined the company as a construction manager and technician, a young, ambitious guy who was not only hard-working and successful but also looked his best. He was an athletic guy, tall, lanky, blond, with unruly hair, always a little too long, and always a cheeky grin on his lips.

It came as it had to--I fell in love with him, and after a small company party at the villa, it happened.

We ended up in bed, and I remember it like today; we stayed there until the day after next.

He was everything--tender, well-endowed, persistent, could be wild and quite gentle, played with me like on a piano, and I was in seventh heaven. Never before had a man licked, caressed, and fucked me to such orgasms as he did. Not half a year later the wedding bells rang, and for the first time I felt completely happy. The warnings from Hans, who had taken on a kind of father role with me, did nothing to change that.

"Sandra," he asked, "do you have to get married right away? You still know far too little about him. Maybe he's only after the business; maybe he's a greyhound. You know that a woman doesn't keep such pretty boys all to herself for long. Take your time!"

I threw all objections to the wind and paid dearly for it. After only half a year, his interest in me noticeably waned, as did his diligence at work. He discovered a love not only for golf but also for the ladies in the clubhouse, and soon the first rumors were flying around that he was cheating on me.

I confronted him, and he denied it, was present in the marriage bed again for a few weeks, and spoiled me rotten. But he didn't seem to be interested in the company anymore; he shirked it, went golfing or swimming, and when I asked him about it, he simply said, "Honey, you have enough people. Aren't I too good for you to work for? You know I have other qualities!"

His credit card bills began to grow, and so did my worries. After a year, also at Hans' urging, I hired a detective, and two weeks later I was staring at glossy photos showing Bernhard entering and leaving a Berlin hotel, accompanied by a young beauty whom I easily identified as my secretary.

But the detective had been even more successful, because the love scene in our garden, under the blossoming cherry tree, was more than clear. She rode him; both were naked and apparently busy for hours, because there was a whole convoluted set of pictures in all possible positions.

I said goodbye to the snoop and called Hans and our lawyer to me. Both made a distressed face when they saw the photos, and I had to control myself not to start crying.

"He'll want money!" the legal expert said, and I snapped at him, "Are you crazy? With this incriminating material?"

He shook his head, "Not about the divorce. I'm talking about hush money, or do you want to read your story in magazines all over the country?"

I hadn't even thought of such perfidy, but that's exactly what it came down to, because when I confronted Bernhard with the photos, he merely said, "I guess that's it? How much is a breakup worth to you?"

I was glad to have been forewarned and explained to him as succinctly as I could, "You get five hundred thousand and sign that you won't talk about our time together with anyone, you won't publish anything, not even on social media, and you'll stay away from me forever. This is effective immediately, by the way. I can't stand the sight of you another minute. If you don't agree to this, I'll take the consequences, and you won't get a dime. Do we understand each other?"

We had it, and that was it. That is, not quite, because the next day I fired my secretary, and three months later I sold the company to a large construction group. I didn't do it for the money, but I had come to realize that a normal life was not possible under the burden of such immense responsibility.

So I retired to my ancestral home, devoted myself to gardening, and began to study literature, simply for the pleasure of studying the great poets and writers.

In principle, I was happy and content, living to my taste, surrounded by a Labrador and three cats, but still without a decent relationship.

I didn't have a circle of friends; I simply didn't have the time for that and for maintaining it, and apart from Kerstin, my oldest and only friend, I didn't really have anyone with whom I could have a good conversation. But since she lived two hours away by car north of Schwerin, our meetings were limited, and so we just Skyped in order not to lose sight of each other.

Sex? Well, I helped myself with a young man from the neighborhood who took care of his elderly and wealthy mother and helped me with heavy work in the garden now and then. This had also resulted in a sexual relationship, and just that--no love, but when I felt like it, I let him know, and he fucked me. Since he was also single, this suited him, and he literally put his man and, more importantly, no demands. It seemed to be enough for him to be allowed to fuck the rich neighbor, who, it should be said in my honor, was not ugly either.

Okay, the breasts could perhaps have been a bit smaller, and the butt not quite so protruding, but so Mother Nature had made me. But my belly was flat and the thighs tight, neither orange peel nor wrinkles, and the face smooth and quite pretty. The nose was probably a bit too short and the lips too full. But the highlight was anyway the dark brown eyes, which matched so well with the hair, which was almost the same color and fell luxuriantly over my shoulders when it was not tied into a thick ponytail.

On the day when it all began, however, it was a Saturday; they lay spread and shiny on the pillow, while Gunther, that was the name of the youth--he was just 28 years old--lay stretched out between my spread thighs and pressed his mouth on the freshly shaved pussy. We had been working in the garden all morning. It was spring, and the flowerbeds had to be tilled and some shrubs pruned. Then, as we sat on my favorite bench under a linden tree and shared a bottle of beer, I asked him with a wink if he wanted to stay a little longer. He beamed at me, "You bet, I was just thinking about it myself!"

"Well, let's go take a shower!"

We always did that separately. Once I had suggested taking him to the bathroom, but for some reason he didn't want to, and so we had gotten into the habit of him going first and waiting for me in bed.

He was not what you could call a handsome man; his face was too coarse for that, his shoulders too bony, and as a longtime soccer player, he had slightly bow legs. But his body was well trained and muscular, and especially his cock was a splendor. He was not just standing; no, he was strongly bent upwards, and that gave me special pleasure when he was inside me. He perfectly hit the G-spot and stimulated the inside of the pussy so ideally that he fucked me to fantastic orgasms every time.

Moreover, he licked with such enthusiasm and intensity that I came regularly before he even pushed the wand inside me.

So also now, I had my fingers clawed into the sheet, felt his nose on my clit, and the rough, strong tongue deep in my glowing slit. I pressed my thighs together because I felt the climax approaching and thus locked his head in my lap. It was a dreamlike feeling when he kept licking while I came.

It jolted me. I pulled my bottom off the sheet, pressed my pelvis against his face, and literally sucked his tongue into my vagina--a dream.

Only when I screamed, "Off, off! Come to me now!" He stopped and lifted his head as I released him from the vice of my thighs.

He wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, smiled, and said, "You sure were wet again today, you horny slut!" He sometimes tended to use expletives, but that didn't bother me; on the contrary, uttered at the right moment, it even fired my lust.

I grinned, "Well, if you look so horny, you little pig. Come on now, give me your stallion cock!"

I spread my legs, and he threw himself impetuously on top of me, sucking on my tits and pulling my nipples so deep into his mouth that half my breasts got wet. Meanwhile, I reached down and brought the upturned cock in front of the cleft: "Come on, thrust, I need it so bad!"

He impaled me while licking greedily over my neck, and I embraced him, wrapping my legs around his flanks and taking him deep inside me. Wildly he rammed his cock into my cunt, faster and faster. After a few minutes I was ready again and came. It was an explosion of pleasure; the juice gushed, and I screamed out my excitement before he closed my mouth with his rough lips. He was not ready yet and pounded into me, more and more wild, more and more demanding.

Already I was writhing in his strong arms in anticipation of the next climax when suddenly the front doorbell rang, storm.

We looked at each other, and he moaned, "No, not now, I was just about to cum!"

"Me too, go ahead, I'm not expecting anyone!"

But the ringing didn't stop, and breathing heavily, he rolled off me and sat down disappointedly at the edge of the bed.

I slipped into my robe and ran downstairs to the door.

"Who's there?" I asked suspiciously, still a little out of breath.

"Kerstin! Let me in, please!"

"Kerstin?" - I yanked open the door, and there she stood, a heap of misery, her eyes puffy as if she had just been crying. Her otherwise beautifully groomed blonde hair half hid her face, and with drooping shoulders she held two suitcases and stared at me in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"No, no, this is... something else!" I didn't know what to say. If she had been in a normal state, I probably would have said, "You just ruined my orgasm," or something like that, but like this?

"Come on, get in here. What happened?"

She stepped into the hallway, dropped her suitcases, and immediately started crying, "I left him; I just couldn't take it anymore!" With that, she fell into my arms and sobbed heartbreakingly.

"Can I stay with you? Please! I don't know where to go!"

"But of course, what a question. Now first come in and tell me what happened!"

She slipped out of her coat and shoes, and I pulled her into the parlor and placed her on the sofa. "So, sit down, rest. I'll make us some quick coffee, or do you want something stronger?"

She looked at me from veiled eyes, "Both! Coffee and booze. I need that now!"

I hurried, and as I slid the capsules into the espresso machine, I thought to myself that I wasn't surprised at all. Her husband was a huge asshole, and I had never understood why she had married him. It was probably some kind of gateway panic, because her marriage was just six years ago, when she had been thirty-six and had only been in short-term relationships until then. She was openly, avowedly bisexual and had been with a woman for a long time, I think three years, but that ended in a terrible fight. She never hit on me, though; we knew each other too well and too long for that, and she knew that I had nothing to do with women.

At least that's what I thought, even though a few weeks earlier in the sauna I suddenly got very strange feelings when a young woman sat down next to me and let me unabashedly see her naked pussy. It looked so appetizing, so beautiful, that for a moment I felt the urge to touch it. But then we started a conversation, and the moment passed.

Anyway, Kerstin fell into the hands of this Maik, an entrepreneur from Schwerin, cleaning, security, cars, and things like that. Yes, he had money, but zero manners and an unpleasant character. More than once he had become violent, and already a year ago, when I saw on Skype that she had a black eye, I talked her into separating from him.

But she didn't want to, maybe also to avoid admitting her mistake. "Yes, he is rough, but then he carries me on his hands again, and I can have everything from him!" - She had said that not only once, so I gave up.

And now she was sitting there, weepy and contrite. I handed her the cup and poured us two neat shots of cognac. I was just about to toast her when there was a knock on the door behind me: "Mrs. Brandt, I'll be going now. Will you call me if you need me?"

"My God, Gunther!" I pulled up, startled and guilty--I had forgotten about him.

"Come on in, have a cup with us!" But he waved it off, "Nah, thanks, Mother's probably waiting for me too. Bye then!"

"Wait, I'll walk you out!"

In the hallway I said, "Sorry it didn't work out that way today. This is my best friend, and she's in trouble. I have to take care of her!"

"It's okay, it was nice anyway!" That's just how he was, frugal and low maintenance, the ideal man for bed.

Back in the salon, Kerstin stared at me. Despite her sorrow, she grinned a little and asked, "Your lover? You were just in bed with him, weren't you?"

I made it short: "Lover, no; bed, yes! Sometimes it just gets the better of me, and then he's available!"

She waved her hand wanly, "So that's not what I'm in the mood for after last night. Just think, he tried to rape me!"

"What?"

"Yeah, I was already in bed, and he came home, drunk as usual, and really wanted me to sleep with him. I told him to lie down and shut up. That's when he got mad and jumped on me, ripped off the covers, pushed up my nightgown, and undid his pants. I was still laughing then, but then he tried to lay on top of me and was terribly brutal!"

"For heaven's sake! What did you do?"

"I somehow got away from him, but by then he had his dick out, ran into the guest room, and locked me in. He raved and drummed against the door, but he was so drunk that he finally fell asleep. I then snuck out into the dressing room, quickly packed a few things, and left. I left the cell phone at home so he couldn't have me tracked, and then I went to a hotel, slept and rested a bit, talked to a lawyer on the phone for hours, and now here I am!"

"Well done, my angel, so let's drink!"

We took a hearty sip, and as Kerstin put the glass down, she said, "You know what? I think it's going to be longer today. I'm going to take a quick shower and change into something more comfortable. You're already in your nightie!"

"Wait, I'll come with you, give you towels, and make the bed in the guest room!"

Together we dragged the suitcases upstairs and opened the window to let the stale air escape. I quickly rushed to the bedroom to get a bath towel and fix the bed. There was a shower in the guest apartment, but I wanted to suggest to Kerstin that she use my bathroom. It was a bit more comfortable and ladylike after all.

When I returned, she had already stripped down to her underwear, and I saw them immediately--the bruises on her arms and legs.

"My goodness, is this from yesterday?" I asked, aghast, and she sniffed, "Most of it, but some of it is older. He's been awfully rough lately!"

"Golly, it was about time you left; you're nuts! No woman has to put up with that. What a pig!"

I put the towel on the bed. "Go to my bathroom, you hear? It's more comfortable, and help yourself to all the gels and stuff. You know the drill. I'll put some cream on you later; I've got some good ointment for bruises!"

"Thanks. My god, I'm glad I have you. I really wouldn't have known where to go!"

She unclasped her bra, and there were some violets on her breasts, too--he was really incredible, this Maik. How could anyone?

When the panties fell, I involuntarily looked at her mons veneris. It was shaved smooth, except for a small strip of hair in the middle, which ended in the sweet cleft, just above the invisible clit.

She was still a pretty woman, the breasts not as big as mine, therefore even firmer, the waist narrow, and the thighs tight but not thick either--actually a treat. How a man could maltreat this creature like this was a mystery to me.

She rummaged around in her suitcase and then suddenly laughed: "Ha, I forgot underwear in a hurry. Never mind, I'll buy some on Monday, and today I don't need any more anyway. I have my negligee with me."

She pulled out a white silk piece that looked quite short and transparent and disappeared into the bathroom with it. From behind, she looked like a young girl. Unbelievable how tight her butt still looked. Well, I knew that she did a lot of sports and went to the gym regularly. That was too tiring for me, and besides, my big butt would probably only get bigger, and I didn't have orange peel skin anyway, so I spared myself the agony and preferred to go for a walk and keep myself busy in the garden. That was also plenty of exercise, even more so in the fresh air.

I looked for the ointment in the meantime and then waited for her, sitting cross-legged on the double bed and thinking about what would happen now. Poor thing--she was in for a lot of trouble, and she didn't have a place to live either; her situation was really shitty.

Nevertheless, she looked much better after the shower, and the silk shirt was a real hit. It covered her nakedness, but if I had been a man, I probably would have gotten a stiff cock at the sight. The way her breasts shone through and the little line on her mons veneris, she was a man-made assault.

"Funny," I thought to myself, "you've seen her naked a hundred times; why are you only noticing this now?"

I didn't know, and I immediately pushed the thought away.

"Come here, I'll put some cream on you. This stuff doesn't smell very good, but it helps. I bought it at some natural pharmacy!"

She sat down next to me and sighed, "What has become of me?" An old cow on the run, covered in bruises, from nothing!"

"But what are you talking about? He'll have to pay handsomely, your dear Maik!"

She shook her head. "No, no, he'll deny everything. Besides, we have a marriage contract. If I leave him, I won't get a euro at all!"

"Well, then go to a doctor, get the injuries confirmed, and report him!"

"No, I won't do that; I can't stand it. I'd rather find a job and a small apartment. I'll manage!"

I just anointed her right leg, where she had a deep blue, red-rimmed spot far up her thigh. For this I had to push up the negligee a bisschen, and it fell apart. Apparently the belt was not knotted very tightly; anyway, she was now sitting in front of me with her pussy exposed.

I pretended not to notice and continued to lubricate diligently. While I said, "First you stay with me, come to rest, and bring the shit as quickly as possible behind you. We'll see about the rest. What do you want? The house is huge, with enough space for two women, and in the garden you can help me a bit, so you distract yourself"!

Then she put a hand to my cheek and said softly, "Thank you, you're so sweet!"

The touch made me nervous, but not because it made me uncomfortable, but on the contrary, because it disturbed me. Her delicate, slender fingers felt eerily good, and that scared me, so I pushed them away and merely murmured. "It's okay, it goes without saying!"

Eagerly I continued, leaving the minefield of her thighs and turning to her arms.

"Good job you're doing, very pleasant, and I don't think the cream smells bad. Also, the areas get really warm, great!"

I finally finished and tried to get my feelings back in order, because somehow I had enjoyed this activity more than I had intended. Her skin was so velvety and soft, smelling of my favorite shower gel and feeling so silky, much more pleasant than the hairy skin of Gunther, whom I had hugged and caressed so devotedly a few hours ago.

"So, let's go downstairs; I need a sip," I said, wanting to get up.

Kerstin held me back. "No, wait, we're not done yet!" - With that, she let the negligee slide back over her shoulders and pointed to her breasts. "Look, there and there!"

"Hey," I was honestly indignant, "you can grease those up yourself!"

She made a pout, that bitch. "But you do it so well, please, do me this favor!"

I wrestled with myself. Actually, I didn't want to, because I felt this would be a challenge I might not be up to. I was afraid of breaking something between us; I wanted everything to stay that way, but she didn't give in.

"Sandra, what's the big deal? We've seen and touched each other naked countless times and dried each other off; why are you bitching like this? Come on, do it!"

Sighing, I pressed a short strand of ointment onto my index and middle fingers and began to apply it to her.

As soon as I started--I couldn't believe my eyes--her nipples stood up, but how? They grew out of the small, dark courts and became rock hard. Of course she noticed and giggled, "Hihi, look, you're making me horny!"

I took my hand away. "Stop it, you know I'm not like that!"

"Oh really?" she grinned, grabbing my robe and ripping it apart. There emblazoned on it were tits and on them stiff nipples, just as hard as hers.

"There you go, I knew it!" she triumphed, laughing in my face. "It turns you on; I felt it!"

"Oh, come on! That's just bullshit. It's only natural that...!"

"Oh, it's natural for a straight woman's nipples to swell when she touches another woman? Don't lie, I'll make you horny!"

"Tell me, don't you have other things to worry about than turning me on here?" Come on, let's go!"

Again I tried to get up; again she held me back and slid closer to me so that our knees touched.

"Hey, that's the thing. I need to get these images out of my head. I need to forget them. I need a dose of tenderness and love and sex right now, oh, call it what you will. I want to cuddle with you!"

She put an arm in my neck and wanted to pull me to her, but I tore myself away. "Not Kerstin, I don't want that! Let's stay friends. I don't want to have an affair with you and then it's all over. I like you the way you are!"

Then she laughed again, "Hey, a little cuddling and kissing, that's not an affair by any means. Let's just pretend we're young girls and play around with each other. What's the big deal? We missed it then. Let's make up for it!"

As she said this, she had gently pushed me backwards onto the bed and had come halfway over me. She held me by the shoulders, and when her face was very close over mine, she whispered, "Hey, honey, don't fight it; just let it happen!"

I gave up, quivering inside me, not knowing whether to scream, cry, or rejoice. I had never felt such a multitude of conflicting emotions, and the condition did not get better when I felt Kerstin's lips on mine. It was just a touch at first, and I didn't return it. I wanted to let her do it, but when the pressure became stronger, I gave in to it and moved my lips as well, pressing them gently against hers, and it was beautiful. Never before had a woman kissed me, never before had I felt this gentleness, this softness.

As if by remote control, we slid up until we were stretched out on the bed, and she just lay on top of me. To make us more comfortable, I spread my legs, and she came to lie between them without us releasing our lips from each other. We both opened our mouths ever so slightly and started kissing properly, chewing on each other, sucking on each other's lips, and when Kerstin slid an arm under my neck, I hugged her. She lifted her head and smiled. Her eyes shone for the first time since she had come, and she asked softly, "Bad?"

I couldn't speak, so big was the lump in my throat, so I merely shook my head, and she took that as an invitation to continue. Again her lips touched me, but this time more urgently, and when I felt the wet tip of her tongue desiring entrance, I opened myself to her, and it was like an electric shock, like a lightning bolt that ran through me as she came inside me and tenderly groped for my tongue. Now there was no stopping me. I came to meet her and enjoyed it so much that I paid her a visit too and was startled for a moment when she held my tongue with her lips and sucked on it. Then she stuck hers out, and I licked it carefully, and so a game relaxed, unheard of, and incredibly exciting. She gnawed on my lower lip, she opened her mouth wide and made my chin all wet, and she licked over my nose and cheeks. I let it all happen, and something inside me screamed, "I want more!"

Suddenly Kerstin straightened up, finally took off her silk piece, and tugged on mine. "Come on, it's even more beautiful naked!"

With me there were no more barriers. I let her help me, and then she knelt in front of me and grinned at me. "I love your tits, you know that? I've always wanted to kiss them--I'm going to do it now!"

But she took her time about it. First she lay back on top of me, and we kissed with an unimagined passion, while now her hands didn't remain idle either. She stroked my cheek and cuddled me behind the ear. I let the fingers slide over her back and finally landed on the buttocks, which felt so wonderfully firm. I gently kneaded it and lightly pinched it, which immediately made her lift her head. "Hey, you're getting naughty already!"

We laughed, and she slid a little lower, grabbed my left breast, pushed it up, and let the tip of her tongue dance over the nipple and circled it.

Involuntarily, I had to think of Gunther doing the same thing a few hours ago, and I got hot for a moment--from shame and from shock at what I was doing. But when she gently nibbled on the wart, I forgot myself and all thoughts for good, let myself fall, and moaned softly in pleasure.

She must have taken that as an invitation, because she now made her way to the deeper regions but didn't miss an inch of skin, kissed and licked my belly, especially my navel, and excited me so much that I began to dig in her hair and spread my legs wide.

Finally she had reached the mons veneris and kissed it tenderly. Her lips now touched me everywhere, but very gently and softly. First the beginning column, my thighs and sides of the pussy, and then, and this made me sigh deeply, she pressed her mouth on the labia.

Of course I knew how lesbians made love--there was enough porn on the subject, and sometimes, especially with Bernhard, I had watched something like that. But what I did not know and could not know was how tender, how soft, and how sensual it felt when women's lips worked on a pussy. My excitement increased by the minute. I stroked my breasts, I pushed them up and licked them, and I gasped harder and harder. When Kerstin finally spread my labia apart with two fingers and slid her tongue through my wide-open pussy, I could no longer be held back. Explosively, an orgasm overtook me, and I grabbed her by the wrist, cried out, and begged her, "Wait a bit, or I'll go crazy!"

She let go of me, came up, and kissed me while spasms still flooded through my body. She pressed her mouth on mine, rammed her tongue deep inside, and let me taste the flavor of my pussy--oh God, how horny that was.

We hugged each other, we rolled around, once she on top, once I, we licked our necks, and again and again we exchanged tongues and saliva. I was completely out of breath, aroused, and wanting more.

"Keep going?" she asked, but I shook my head. "No, now me. I want to know how you taste!"

Since I was just lying on top of her, it was convenient, and she put a hand to my cheek. "You don't have to though, dear, if it makes you...!"

"Shut up, I want it!"

Then I closed her mouth and kissed her quite hard and challenging, deep tongue in her mouth and a hand on her tits, which I squeezed and felt again and again on the palm the erect, pointed nipples. Now I slid down and licked at the nipples, sucking them in the same way Gunther had done with me. Only the bruises I left out, so as not to get the ointment in my mouth, which certainly had not yet been completely absorbed.

I let my lips glide over her body, now and then also my tongue, and enjoyed the warm, soft skin that I couldn't get enough of. Kerstin responded to the caresses, moaning and tossing her head back and forth. When I came up to kiss her again before getting to work, she whispered, "I've always wanted this; you have no idea how I've lusted after you!"

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because I was sure you didn't want me to!"

"Then why today?"

"Because I was just as sure you were ready!"

I nodded, "Yeah, you're right. Not then, but today, after all that shit with men and with your story to boot--yes, I was ready, and it's nice!" and after a pause, "So, and now don't stop me!"

I knelt between her thighs and just looked at her. The way she was lying there in front of me, her legs spread wide, one bent, her pussy shiny, her labia slightly open, her hairline all the way to her clit--my God, she was beautiful, and she looked so exciting that I could feel my excitement building. Suddenly, I couldn't wait any longer, stretched out, and pressed my mouth to her slit without a second thought.

"Yes!" she cried out and jerked her legs up. I pushed my tongue inside the fragrant crevice, licked it out properly, and enjoyed its delicate taste. Again and again I slurped through the crack, up to the pearl and back. Kerstin was beside herself, shrieking and raving: "Yes, oh, how well you do it, yes, come deeper, yes, lick, lick--oh, it's so horny!"

I let the tip of my tongue flutter over the clit, did all the things I liked too, rubbed the flat of my hand over her pussy, gently slapped against it, and again and again I licked it out. She had grabbed my hand, leaning one leg against my shoulder, and was cheering me on: "Yes, go for it, Sandra, you're the best, don't stop, I'm ready, yes, yes, it's coming, oh, it's coming, go on, put it in and stay like that!"

I fulfilled her wish, grabbed her by the hips, pushed my tongue deep into the steaming cleft, and pressed my mouth on it. I felt the waves of pleasure, felt how the pussy contracted and how it pulsated. It was incredible; she squirmed, she pressed her fingernails into my flesh, and she whimpered as if she was in pain. Her legs twitched, and I felt the moisture of the secretion on my tongue, slurping it in, letting it melt in my mouth, enjoying every moment of this wild orgasm.

"Come up!" she moaned. "Come, come!"

I lay down on top of her, and we merged into one being, entwining our arms and legs, sucking our tongues, kissing, licking each other, and being completely uninhibited. Never before had I behaved like this; never before had I been so out of control. Maybe it was the familiarity, maybe it was just the pent-up lust that we hadn't been able to shout out for so long.

The faces, the necks, and the breasts were wet; we licked each other and exchanged saliva, pulled strings while kissing, and sucked the spit from our tongues--it was incredible.

Finally we came to rest, out of breath and with red heads. Kerstin lay down next to me, her cheek on my shoulder, and when she spoke I felt her breath on my bosom.

"My God, that was beautiful. What fools we were. Imagine what we missed!"

I laughed, "Oh, don't be so stupid. You said yourself, 'What's the big deal, just a little cuddling!' Well, that's what we did, and it was nice, and that's it though!"

She raised her head, startled, "What, you...?"

Then she saw me smiling and threatened me with her fist. "I really thought you were serious!"

Again she plopped down on top of me and kissed me on the neck, whispering excitedly in my ear, "I want more of you, much more. I want to explore you, get to know you, everything, everything!"

I turned to her and put a hand on her bottom. "And why don't you start right now? Or is that it for today? Is one orgasm enough for you?"

"Alright, I'll take your word for it!"

With a nimble movement, she threw herself on top of me, but this time upside down. Her butt landed over my face, and before I could count to three, I felt her pull my cleft apart and sink her tongue inside.

My God, 69--how I loved that. Often I had practiced this with Bernhard, sucked him, and enjoyed how he worked my pussy. Now I was allowed to do that, and I literally pounced on it. While Kerstin licked my pussy like crazy and let me shiver again and again, I took it slower, placed my hands on her round ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and exposed the valley between them. In front of me I now had the entire cavernous landscape of my girlfriend. There was the shiny cleft that had already opened due to my tugging, and there was the wrinkled little rosette. I still thought with pleasure about how Bernhard had licked and massaged it with me and decided to give it a try. What did Kerstin think of anal pleasure? I didn't know; we had never talked about it, but I was willing to find out.

But first I pressed my lips on the wet slit, plowed through it with my tongue again and again from the very bottom, from the clit, up to the end, and then sometimes over it, over the rear.

Nothing came from her except moans and loud gasps, smacking noises, and now and then a sharp scream. So I became bolder and licked on a trial basis through the cleft, as far as I could. Of course, I also touched the anus, but without stopping. I repeated the game, noticed how she was getting hornier and hornier, as was I, and seized the opportunity.

I sucked briefly on the clit, noticed how it excited her, and let the tongue shoot up through the pussy to the butthole. But there I stayed now and circled it, pressing against it with the tip and earning a cry.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't you like it? Then I'll stop...!"

"No, don't! Are you crazy? Keep going!"

"Okay!" I said a little breathlessly, pulling her a little closer to me and continuing the game, but now with much more confidence and courage. Her pussy I allowed two fingers and the tongue. I concentrated on her buttocks, licking, squeezing, spitting, and massaging her anus, so that she forgot to lick me further but threw back her head and cried, "Yes, do, do, this is so horny!"

Then she buried herself in my lap, burrowing backward as well, but she took a finger to help her, with which she harassed the butt hole. I thought that was a good idea, as far as I could even think straight. Her touches made me all fuzzy. I spread my legs and felt an orgasm building. My bottom was an erogenous zone anyway, and the way she treated it, there was no other way out. I controlled myself as best I could, though, and licked over the rosette a few more times before I, too, took a finger to help. I did not falter for long; I pushed it inside the tight hole and overcame the resistance of the sphincter. No sooner had I started to gently fuck her with it than she did the same, and what followed was pure madness. We licked our pussies and fucked each other in the butt simultaneously, screaming louder and louder. We were out of our minds, and when we came, it was like a storm--lightning, thunder, and earthquake all together.

Afterwards we lay sideways opposite each other, no idea how that had happened--sweating, gasping for air, and with totally tangled hair.

Kerstin stroked my cheek, and I felt her fingers trembling. "Sandra," she said, "I've never experienced anything like this. I saw stars, and I thought I was going to die; it was so powerful just now. What are you doing to me?"

I could have asked her the same thing, but because that was boring, I just said laconically, "Oh, I just wanted to take your mind off it a bit!"

"Wow, you did a really good job with that. I don't think I'll be thinking about anything but fucking you anytime soon. It's totally crazy!"

We hugged and kissed, caressed each other, and after ten minutes we were both on our backs working each other's pussies--it was complete insanity. We just couldn't let go of each other, and it went on all night until morning dawned and we fell asleep from exhaustion, her sideways in front of me and me with one hand on her boob.

The last thing I thought about was that it would actually be nice if she stayed with me, but I wasn't quite sure if I hadn't just dreamed that.

Whether dream or reality, dear readers, you will find out in the next part of the story "Lesbian at 40." You will also find out whether Sandra still has a use for Gunther.