Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (26 page)

Lenore returned Lena’s frantic clutching and grabbing, welding their bodies, desperate to strengthen her faith. “
Lena… I will wait for you!
I will
never
stop loving you, Wild Child, even if you tell me you
never
want me to make love to you! If I must wait forever and never once feel the joy of making love to you, then that is how long I will wait. But if I lose you… If I lose you because I forced you to do something you are not ready to do… I will
never
forgive myself.
I will never forgive myself if I hurt you!
”

The waters calmed. Lena loosened her panicked grip. Lenore stroked and kissed Lena’s head. Instantly, a cloud lifted from Lena’s heart. Her tears dried and the cast on her face changed from fearful to indulgent. Every fear and hesitation fled. A firestorm of craving for the freaky supermodel incinerated Lena’s naïve imaginings of picket fences, and husbands, and babies.

Lena finally understood. They were one soul. They were fated to become one soul from birth. They would always
be
one soul, whether men somehow barged their way into their shared heart or not.

Four years of swelling passion exploded as Lena groped Lenore, splashing water out and onto the floor. She kissed Lenore with savage intensity, mashing and sucking on Lenore’s lips, tangling tongues and pouring herself into Lenore’s mouth.

Lena wrestled herself on top of Lenore, indelicately slapping and grabbing at the seductress’s delicate pink. Lenore wrestled back on top of Lena, returning the Wild Child’s advances with novice fingers. The two rolled back and forth in the tub minute after minute, athletic bodies fighting each other for dominance, fanning the flames of too-long-suppressed urges.

Lena abruptly slowed, kissing Lenore’s cheeks, breathless with lust. “Lenore… Take me to bed! Make love to me! PLEASE, Lenore, before I lose my nerve and before I wake up from this dream and before I want to jump out of this tub and run for the door!
Make love to me
, Lenore! PLEASE! Make love to me!”

Lenore smiled, grabbed Lena’s hand, and kissed her palm. Without another word, the pair jumped from the tub and raced to the bedroom, water flying everywhere.

Lenore made it to the bed first and Lena body-slammed her, overpowering Lenore with sinewy legs, pinning the thinner, lighter roommate spread eagle. Lena fingered Lenore’s pussy pitilessly, dry rubbing her clit in uncertain, rapid circles, kissing Lenore’s breasts, sucking on her nipples. Losing control, Lena sucked and lightly bit Lenore’s nipples, nibbling them to arousal.

Lenore thrashed under Lena, turning loose the savage side of the Wild Child. Throwing all her strength into a shove, Lenore tossed the stronger Wild Child to the edge of the bed, then wrestled Lena onto her back. The two flailed and fought, rolling back and forth, wildly slapping hands to each other’s flesh, at times playfully pulling hair and growling at one another, kissing hungrily as passions careened.

Lenore attempted a return of Lena’s mindless advances, writhing atop Lena’s prone body, kissing and licking her chest. The Wild Child screamed, lifting Freaky Baby off the bed like a rag doll, flipping her and slamming Lenore onto her back. The resulting, limb-flailing bounce released a hidden chamber of lewd prurience within Lenore’s heart. Lenore shoved her index finger into Lena’s pussy and punctured the roommate’s virgin hole. Lena snarled, grabbing Lenore’s hand and slapping it aside.

Pinning Lenore to her back, Lena grabbed Lenore’s by the wrists and spread her arms wide. The superior wrestler wedged her legs between Lenore’s and wrapped their limbs together, holding Lenore motionless. Lena forced herself on Lenore, kissing the trapped woman and licking her face until Lenore freed one of her arms and puckishly pitted the aggressor.

The Wild Child shrieked with laughter. Shooting upward, Lenore wriggled free and sprang to her knees, tackling Lena backward on the bed. She pouncing on Lena in a 69 position, shoving her pussy into Lena’s mouth while pressing her lips into Lena’s labia. The tangy-sweet flavor of Lena’s flange intoxicated Lenore. The elegant supermodel slurped like a slobbering Labrador.

Thoughtless debauchery possessed the girls. Lena licked into Lenore’s pussy. She sucked on Lenore’s labia. She punctured Lenore’s box with her fingers. Thoughtlessly inserting two fingers at once, Lena stretched Lenore’s curiously post-hymen vagina and sucked her clit. In her crazed assault, The Wild Child unwittingly shoved a flying finger up Lenore’s virgin anus, sending the model instantly to the painful edge of ecstasy. Lenore responded in gentler kind, at the other end of their tangled flesh teasing her Wild Child’s birth canal while lapping at her snatch.

With a sharp, momentary jolt of pain, Lena’s hymen declined its protective service. Lenore ignored the trickle of blood dripping onto her face and persisted in puncturing Lena’s poon. Rapt with depravity, Lenore spit repeatedly into Lena’s hole, adding additional lube and cushion to pleasure the no-longer-virgin.

With time, the two settled into a milder frenzy.

Lenore slipped a finger into Lena’s sensitive, reddish, blood and spit-soaked pussy. Lena shook and gasped.

Lena slipped a finger into Lenore’s slippery, pinkish pussy. Lenore shook and gasped.

Lenore slipped a second finger into Lena’s pussy, stretching her further and reigniting a fresh trickle of blood. Lena’s body quaked, the happy hedonist oblivious to Lenore’s proximity to her bloody flow.

Lena slipped two more fingers into Lenore’s pussy. Lenore’s legs twitched and convulsed.

Lena tickled Lenore’s clit with her tongue and finger-fucked her lover with three, vagina-expanding fingers, offering her girlfriend a shortcut to a penetration-fueled orgasm. Lenore returned the favor, feeling shaking and twitching in Lena’s legs as she tutored Lena to her first climax.

A mystical, foggy oneness settled over the girls as they sucked on clits, licked labia, and probed pussies. They felt their lover’s passion building within their own body. As Lenore flicked Lena’s clit, Lenore felt a tingle run through her muff. As Lena stuck her fingers into Lenore’s box, Lena felt fullness in her fuck hole.

The girls’ tits tingled and their bodies submerged into pleasure. Their legs trembled as their bodies anticipated orgasm. Their breathing linked and quickened, panting together, building their lover toward the brink of release.

“Oh God! Lenore… Oh God! I think… I think… Oh God!”

A synchronized flash of light blinded the women, colorful streaks of prismatic lightening exploding before their clenched eyes.

“Lena! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh…! Leeeenaaaa…!”

Still clenched in a 69, the girls wrapped their legs around each other’s head and climaxed. Electric jolts coursed through their bodies as the girls experienced their first shared orgasm of their four-year relationship. In their cheeks, they felt the rippling quiver of a lover’s spasming thighs. The slippy, sloppy leftovers of pussy juice coated their lips.

In time, their quaking tapered and they released their vise-like grips, relaxing, heaving and breathlessly panting. The Wild Child recovered first, animalism rushing her to a lurid outlet for her lust.

Lena spun on the bed and moved to Lenore’s feet, clawing at her roommate, growling like a feline on the prowl. Lena licked her tongue up and down the top of Lenore’s left foot. She nibbled on Lenore’s toes and spread her tongue against Lenore’s ankle, crawling menacingly up Lenore’s leg. Lena ran her parted teeth against Lenore’s calf, moving back and forth, from inner to outer parts of Lenore’s thigh, moving closer and closer to Lenore’s still-tingling twat.

Lenore’s formerly fearful friend released a demonic laugh, piercing into Lenore’s eyes with an authoritative stare. “So, my spicy, Spanish beauty... Let’s see how your sweet, supermodel body tastes before I eat… every… fucking... INCH!”

The unexpected filth spewing from Lena’s mouth, mingled with Lena’s muscular, sexually aggressive style, frightened Lenore, stepping her back from the brink of abandon. Lenore worried that her plan of seduction ushered forth a dangerous, twisted side to the roommate, a power she feared she could not contain.

But instead of assaulting Lenore, Lena bathed Lenore cat-like, licking and kissing Lenore over every exposed inch of skin. She teased Lenore, flipping and flopping the supermodel’s body, licking the back of Lenore’s knees, then her inner thighs, then her hips, then her ass, but never her pussy. After excruciatingly suggestive foreplay, Lena flipped Lenore back, grabbed Lenore’s tits, and crammed her face into Lenore’s pink.

Lenore’s body arched and shook, Lena’s love streaming into Lenore’s tunnel at the tip of the tennis pro’s quick-study tongue. Lena sucked Lenore’s labia into her mouth, pulling them and flicking them, jolting Lenore’s clit with every tweak, sending Lenore into the head-thrashing throes of pre-orgasm.

Lenore came, her legs twisting and clamping against Lena’s cheeks.

“Oh… Lena… Oh… Oh my God... Oh my God… Oh…”

Dragging her swollen nipples against her roommate’s stomach, Lena slithered up Lenore’s body. She kissed Lenore, oblivious to the supermodel’s blood smeared cheeks, and licked the Spanish seducer’s own juices across her lips.

The former temptress roused for the final act. Adrenaline surged into Lenore’s heart, the less physical woman turning aggressor. She grabbed Lena and lifted her, turning in a single move and throwing the Wild Child into the mattress.

“Now, my beautiful Wild Child… It is
my
turn!”

Lenore jumped to the end of the bed, mimicking Lena’s lines and methods. “So, my darling Wild Child... Let’s see how your body tastes before I eat... every… fucking… inch!”

Lena moaned as Lenore licked the soles of her feet, connected with her ankle, flip-flopping Lena back and forth, licking and kissing every exposed inch. Lenore echoed Lena move for move, groping Lena’s tits, licking Lena’s legs, inside, out, up, and down. She thrust her face into Lena’s pinking bush. The Wild Child screamed, an orgasm rocking her as Lenore’s tongue tormented Lena’s clit.

After returning the climactic favor, the two novices experimented, positioning on the bed to press their pussies together, once again licking each other’s feet and legs, grinding soft mounds together. With each separation, their pussies “popped,” making an exciting sucking sound as their juice-slicked snatches parted.

Every time the girls satisfied their urges, driving each other to another, more intense climax, one or the other would push forward, climbing back on top, kissing, groping, and licking to excite and arouse anew.

After hours of exploration, exhilaration, and exhaustion, the two horny grad students lay spent in a scissor position, beavers bumped together, caressing a lover’s foot as it lay against a brightly blushing cheek. They breathed heavily, neither one groping, kissing, or licking, each simply clinging in love.

Lenore struggled to speak, exhausted, sated, overcome with love. “Lena… Oh… My God… Oh my God… I cannot… I cannot think…”

Not in much better condition, Lena replied. “Oh fuck… Lenore… What did we just do? Did we… Oh fuck… Oh my God… Did we just…?”

“We made love, Lena… We just made love… Oh my God…”

“Fuck, Lenore… Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God...”

Lenore kissed Lena’s toes. Lena returned the favor.

“Lenore... What did you do to me? Did you seduce me? Did you finally let that freaky supermodel body loose on me?”

Lenore laughed. “Lena, dear, if I had known how truly wild you could get, I might have thought twice.”

Lena laughed nervously in reply. She lifted her head and noticed what looked like a blood smear on Lenore’s chin and cheek. “Oh my God! Did I hurt you, Lenore? You look like you have blood on your face! Did I do that? I can’t remember! I think I… I think I… I don’t know, Lenore… I just can’t remember…”

“NO! You did
not
hurt me, Wild Child! You absolutely
did not
hurt me! I broke your hymen, that is all. This is
your
blood, Wild Child, do not panic. I am fine. And do not EVER apologize for what you did to me! EVER! That was amazing!”

“But Lenore… I threw you around pretty hard… I think… Didn’t I throw you around?”

Lenore lifted her head, grabbed Lena’s ankle, and looked along Lena’s leg to catch her eyes. She smiled a dirty, nicely satisfied smile. “Oh yes, Wild Child... You really threw me around. AND I LOVED IT! That nickname suits you… You really are a Wild Child in bed!”

“But Lenore! I don’t even remember what I did! I What if I
had
hurt you? I would never forgive myself!”

Lenore jumped up, scrambling to grab Lena around her neck and shoulders, laying flat on Lena’s body, smothering her in reassurance. “You did not! Lena! Stop it! You did
not
hurt me!
I wanted that
! I
wanted
you to become wild with me! All you did was make love to me! You did not hurt me at all! You must never worry about that! And even if you were to become too wild, I would stop you. I promise you. If you ever get out of control I
can
stop you. I
am
strong enough.”