Educating Harriet

Chapter 2 – Further Lessons

 

But that had been nearly a week ago!  Harriet pouted as she roused from her reverie, finding that while recalling her memories, one hand had found its way up her t-shirt to caress her breasts, and pinch her nipples, while the other had crept under the waistband of her jeans and her panties and was cupping her mound, where she could feel the heat and dampness growing.  For an instant she considered retiring to her bedroom and using BOB to relieve herself and then frowned as she reconsidered, her frown clearing into a smile as she reached a decision.

Stretching out her hand she picked up the ‘phone and dialled the number she wanted, to be rewarded by a swift response at the other end of the line.

“Rabb residence!”

“Hi, Mac, it’s Harriet…” she said slightly breathlessly as her nerves threatened to overcome her.

“Hey Harriet, what’s up?”

“Um… Mac, I need to speak with you…”

“OK, go ahead, I’m listening…”

“Um… no… I need to speak with you face to face…” Harriet paused waiting for a response and then when she heard nothing she continued nervously, “It’s about… last Sunday…”

“Oh… yeah.  Best not talked about on the ‘phone,” Mac agreed, “is fifteen hundred OK for you?”

Harriet glanced at her watch, it was only just coming on to twelve hundred, dammit, but… “Yeah, that’s fine.  I’ll see you then…. and… thanks, Mac.”

Harriet replaced the ‘phone on its cradle and considered what she should do next and all at once a very naughty smile appeared on her face.  Grabbing the phone book she searched the local business section until she found what she wanted.  Picking up the ‘phone again she dialled a new number.

“Arabella’s hair and beauty, Amanda speaking, how may I help you?”

“Good afternoon, this is Harriet Sims, I’d like an urgent appointment for a Brazilian wax, please…”

“How urgent?”

“Like before two-thirty, please?” Harriett couldn’t keep the pleading tone out of her voice.

There was a knowing chuckle at the other end of the line, “That urgent, hey?  OK, let me have a look…”  there was silence on the line, “Hallo, Miss Sims?  Yes, we can fit you in at either twelve forty or one twenty…”

“How long does the procedure take?” Harriet asked.

“About twenty minutes…”

Harriet breathed a silent sigh of relief, “Then the one twenty slot is fine, thank you!”

“We look forward to seeing you, Miss Sims, goodbye.”

Harriet released a long shuddering breath that she hadn’t even been aware she was holding, and with a shaky laugh she stood and headed for her bedroom.  Quickly stripping out of her shirt, jeans and t-shirt, Harriet stepped under the shower and deliberately and thoroughly washed herself from head to toes, making sure she was as clean and as fresh as she could ever be, “Squeaky clean!” she smiled to herself in satisfaction as she turned off the faucet and stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in her terry bathrobe and twisted a towel around her hair while she opened her closet and examined her wardrobe.  After a few minutes she decided on a yellow-flowered pattern medium blue summer dress with a knee-length skirt that she privately thought of as being flirty and a reasonably high square cut neckline that with spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare.

Laying the dress on the bed, she chose a pair of strappy sandals to go with it, and debated whether or not to go for practical underwear or more exotic lingerie.  Deciding in the interests of staying cool – it was a warm afternoon out there – on cotton she placed a pair of white briefs on the dress and then in a spirit of recklessness she decided the hell with a bra!  This was not something she’d normally do, her breasts were too large to be comfortably bra-less for an extended period of time, but if her plans came to fruition she wouldn’t be wearing for very long anyway!

Her outfit decided upon, she unwound the towel from around her head, and slipping out of her robe, she sat in front of the vanity and plied brush and dryer until her blonde hair shone.  Standing naked in front of the mirror she examined herself with a critical eye, and nodded, quietly satisfied.  “Waist’s a little thicker than it was when I was twenty, and I’m a little broader in the hips, my boobs a little bigger, but still firm, thank God… stretch marks aren’t too bad… H’mm…Not bad for a soccer mom somewhere in her early thirties,” she said to herself, and then turned towards the bed and dressed in her chosen outfit

The drive to the salon took only about ten minutes and Harriet felt a nervous anticipation as she walked through the door.  “Harriet Sims,” she said to the smartly dressed receptionist.

“Oh, yes, you have the one twenty slot with Anne-Marie,” the young woman smiled and summoned a junior, “Take Miss Sims to Anne-Marie’s treatment room and get her ready for a wax, please, Julia.”

Harriet followed the young woman – well, girl – into a spotless treatment room dominated by a metal couch over which stood a hand held shower head in a bracket.  Julia indicated a curtain, “There’s a changing cubicle there, Miss Sims, and a gown, will you need a hand?”

“No… no thank you, I can manage,” Harriet replied.

“Very well, Anne-Marie will be with you very shortly,” the girl smiled and quietly effaced herself.

Harriet twitched the curtain aside to see a chair, and on a coat hanger a hospital gown.  Grinning to herself at what she perceived as pretension, Harriet quickly slipped out of her dress, toes off her sandals and peeled her panties down over her feet and donned the gown.  She sat on the chair and twitched the curtain open and waited.

She didn’t have to wait for very long, within a minute the door to the treatment room opened to allow a red-haired woman of about Harriet’s age who smiled reassuringly at the blonde.  “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the table, while I warm the wax?” she asked.

Harriet mounted the table and lay back against the thin pad that insulated the chill of the metal from the warmth of her flesh. 

“Fine, now just place your feet on the rests,” Anne-Marie instructed.

Harriet complied and Anne-Marie twitched the gown up to Harriet’s waist and for the first time saw the tangle of golden curls that hid Harriet’s private treasures.

Anne-Marie looked at the task ahead of her and then turned to Harriet, “I understand this is an urgent appointment?”

Harriet nodded in reply.

“Does that mean you have an assignation planned for today?” Anne-Marie asked.

Harriet felt the blood rise in her cheeks and mumbled a “yes.”

“H’mmm… have you ever had a wax before?”

“No,” Harriet shook her head.

“Well in that case, I don’t think we’ll use the wax, it’s likely to be a little tender if I do… so… how about I use a depilatory paste, instead?  It will leave you just as smooth, and not as irritated?”

“Yes, that would be fine.” Harriet smiled

Anne-Marie produced a plastic tub and pulled on a pair of latex gloves before using a plastic spatula to spread the contents of the tub liberally all over Harriet’s mound and down between her legs almost to the tight little pink rosebud of her asshole, “Don’t worry, this is specially formulated for sensitive areas,” Anne-Marie told her and continued to apply the goo until she straightened from task, “I’m going to leave you alone now for ten minutes while the paste gets to work… it might get a little warm, so no touching…OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet answered with a bashful grin.

Anne-Marie was right after a minute or so Harriet could feel a gentle warmth on her skin as the chemicals in the paste reacted and it took all her will power not to give herself relief as the sensation increased, but consoling herself with the thought of what she hoped was coming, she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and determined to wait out what she was feeling.

Eventually the door opened to re-admit Anne-Marie, “Everything alright, Miss Sims?” she asked with a smile.

“A slightly flushed Harriet nodded her head, “yes… just about…” she whispered.

Anne-Marie chuckled, “Some sensation isn’t it?  But it’ll be over soon…” she reached for the shower head and unhooked it from its stand and pressed the lever that activated the flow.  She let the spray play on the back of her wrist until she was satisfied that the water was at the right temperature before directing between Harriet’s spread legs.

It took a few minutes before Anne-Marie was satisfied that the paste, now mixed with Harriet’s golden curls had been completely washed away, leaving Harriet’s cunt and mound as smooth and as hairless as a little girl’s.  “Can I do anything else for you, Miss Sims?” Anne-Marie asked with a knowing glance at Harriet’s crotch.

Harriet blushed furiously, as she understood what the red-head meant, “No… no thank you… another time perhaps…” she left the sentence hanging as she realised just what she’d said and went an even brighter shade of crimson.

Anne-Marie laughed knowingly, “I’ll leave you a towel to dry yourself with, Miss Sims; please pay at the front desk on your way out.”

Harriet quickly dried herself and returned to the cubicle, she stripped off the gown and threw it over the back of the chair and was about to step into her panties when she stopped, though about it for a second and then with a mental ‘the hell with it!’ she rolled them up tightly and stuffed them into the bottom of her purse.  Putting on her dress and stepping into her sandals.

Leaving the shop, having paid and left a generous tip, Harriet emerged into the warm summer afternoon with just enough breeze to stop it being too hot, but the breeze made her very aware of her braless and pantie-less state as her nipples popped and she felt the air’s soft caress over and around her naked, hairless pussy.  The state of her nipples visible through the fabric of her dress attracted open admiration from two teenage boys who stood and gawped as she approached them.  Pretending not to see their reaction, Harriet kept a straight face until she had passed them and then allowed a huge grin to spread over her face, “Yep!  Still got it!” she exulted silently, and as she reached her vehicle, she turned back towards the youths, “See anything you like, boys?” she asked them in a husky voice.

The older-looking  of the two, maybe all of seventeen years, gulped while his younger friend looked panic-stricken.  The older boy recovered and looked at Harriet from hooded eyes, “Yeah, I reckon I do!” he said straightening up from his slouch and taking a tentative step towards her.

“That’s good to know,” Harriet grinned, and then dropped her bomb, “But sorry, fellas, I’m batting for the other team today!”

The boys groaned audibly as Harriet gave them a devastating smile, and climbed into her minivan, and as she started the engine she shook her head in disbelief at her own words and actions, “Harriet Sims-Roberts, what the hell has gotten into you today!  Bud would never believe you could say something like that to total strangers!” she silently chided herself, but she was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she did so!

Losing no time Harriet backed the van out of the parking bay and headed for the parking lot entrance.

It took only a few minutes for Harriet to drive the couple of miles to the Rabb house, and she gently braked to a halt in their driveway as the butterflies started in her stomach.  Gulping, fighting down her sudden attack of nerves Harriet knocked gently on the screen door, half hoping that Mac wouldn’t answer.

But Mac did answer and within seconds, “Hi, sweetie, right on time, come on in, you know your way!” she invited the blonde.  Harriet smiled and walked straight into the lounge and sat on the couch.

“Can I get you anything?” Mac offered, “Coffee, iced tea, soda, juice, water?” she listed the available choices.

“No… no thank you…” Harriet replied.

Mac picked up the hesitation in Harriet’s voice, and her heart sunk, “You wanted to talk about last weekend… about what happened with us and Bud and Harm?” she asked.

Harriet nodded.  Mac bit her lips and greatly daring considering what she was thinking, she sat next to Harriet on the couch and took the blonde ‘s hands in her own, “Oh, Harriet, I’m sorry if you think it got out of hand and that you’re having regrets…”

“No!  No, regrets, nothing like that,” Harriet denied vehemently, “It was a fantastic afternoon… I was sore for two days afterwards,” she giggled.

“Oh, thank you, God,” Mac breathed, “For a moment I thought you’d come to break off our friendship…”

“No, never!” Harriet warmly assured Mac.

“Oh… then what did you want to talk about?” Mac asked, a vertical crease appearing between her brows.

“Oh… don’t frown, please,” Harriet said reaching out a finger to smooth away the crease, “it’s nothing bad, I hope…”

“Well what is it, Harriet?” Mac smiled.

“Well… when we were in the yard with Bud and Harm… there were a couple of things… that… that… I’d never seen or done before…”

“H’mm…? like what, for instance?”

“Well,” Harriet blushed, “when Harm and I were coming back from the shower, and you stopped me and then you… you…”

“Then I licked your pussy,” Mac supplied.

“Yes… I’ve never had a girl do that to me before, and I’ve never done it to a girl, and I was wondering what it was like, so I thought…”

“You thought you’d ask me to go to bed with you, to make love to you, to fuck your cunt with my tongue, is that it?” Mac asked.

Harriet nodded, not quite able to meet Mac’s amused gaze.

“OK… and what was the other thing?” Mac asked, although with a pretty shrewd idea of what Harriet was about to say.

Harriet gulped nervously, “That last time… you… with Bud… when… you asked him to… to…”

“Fuck my ass?” Mac asked with a smile.

“Yeah… I’d heard about that, but I’d never even seen it before, and I’ve never done it, and I was wondering, why?  It looked as if it hurt you like hell, but then… I’ve never seen anyone look so excited or have such a tremendous orgasm… and I… wanted to know how that felt…”

“It’s not for everyone, Harriet,” Mac cautioned her, “some women, like me, love it, some put up with it because their partners like it so much, some try it once and hate it, others will never try it, but if you want to try it, then yes, that could be arranged… but were you serious about wanting me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, and then I want to fuck you, but you’ll have to teach me,” Harriet replied.

“Seriously?  Last chance to back out, sweetie.”

Instead of replying, Harriet leaned in and kissed Mac softly on the lips, her tongue probing Mac’s mouth, asking permission to enter.  Mac opened her mouth and Harriet’s tongue swept into her cavern, engaging in the age-old duel with Mac’s tongue before Harriet broke the kiss and looked at her brunette friend, “Is that answer enough?” she asked.

Mac touched her lips, “Oh yes, it certainly is.”  She stood and extended her hand to Harriet, “Why don’t we take this upstairs?” she suggested.

Harriet followed Mac upstairs and into a room that was dominated by a double-queen-sized bed that had a heap of throw pillows at its head and was spread with a single sheet.  A nightstand stood at each side of the bed and a cheval glass stood in the corner of the room.

“This is the rumpus room,” Mac explained as she stood in front of Harriet and tipped her chin up. But before Harriet could answer, Mac’s mouth descended on hers and a demanding tongue sought entrance to the blonde’s mouth.  As they kissed Mac drew Harriet closer to her and wedged a thigh between Harriet’s so that each woman had her mound pressed against her friend’s leg.  At the same time, Mac’s busy hands found the zipper on Harriet’s dress and tugged it down to her waist and then slipped the straps off the blonde woman’s shoulder so that it slid to the floor as Mac stood Mac leaving Harriet totally nude.

Mac gasped in amused amazement, “Harriet Sims!  No bra, no panties…” and as her eyes feasted on the blonde, seeing the moisture already glistening on her the tops of her thighs and pussy lips “and no pubes, and definitely ready for action!  What would Bud say!?” Harriet had feared that she might be self-conscious, but instead found herself filled with confidence, and she smiled, “Well, Bud isn’t here to see or say anything, but I’d say one us is bit overdressed for the occasion…” she said meaningfully.

Mac’s hands went to her t-shirt and she lifted it over her head leaving her bounteous breasts barely contained by a scarlet satin, lace edged bra, to the front fastening of which Harriet’s hands flew, releasing the cinnamon tipped orbs from their confinement.

At the same time Macs hands were busy at the waistline of her Daisy Dukes denim shorts, and hooking her thumbs into the waistbands of both shorts and panties she drew them down to her knees, toed off her tennis shoes, stepped out her last two garments and stood, now equally as nude as Harriet, and facing her.

Mac held out a hand and gently took Harriet’s and then led the blonde woman to the bed, where she sat on the edge and turned towards her, leaning in for another kiss, which was eagerly received and returned.  Starting gently, the kiss was a succession of gentle nips of the lower lips and soft sweeps of tongues across mouths, each giving and receiving in turn, broken on occasion by Harriet as she pressed her lips on the soft skin of Mac’s shoulders, where the pressure marks of her bra straps were still visible.

Little by little they slid from their sitting position until they were lying on the bed, Harriet lying supine while Mac propped herself on an elbow beside her looking down at her and with the gentlest of touches, traced the blonde’s features with a delicate finger and  followed her finger with the lightest of kisses.

Then Mac propped herself clear and took the time to study Harriet properly.  The blonde’s breasts weren’t as large as her own, but they looked, and a gentle touch revealed that they were, firmer, and her nipples, already standing proud of her cream-pale breasts were a dusky pink instead of the cinnamon coloured tips of her own breasts.  There were one or two faint stretch marks across Harriet’s abdomen and Mac felt a stab of jealousy at the sight of those badges of child-bearing, marks that she could never have.

Harriet’s skin was of course much lighter in tone than her own, and although she was in good shape, she lacked the muscle toned fitness of the brunette.

Harriet’s eyes opened as Mac stopped her tactile voyage of exploration and asked anxiously, “Is there something wrong?”

Mac smiled gently “No, sweetie, nothing wrong.  Nothing wrong at all, I was just taking the time to see how beautiful you are…”

Harriet smiled in relief and reached up a hand to caress Mac’s face in her turn, and shook her head slightly, “No… you’re the beautiful, exotic one… I’m just a Florida blonde beach bunny…”

“You’re more, so much more than that, sweetie,” Mac contradicted her as she leaned down and captured the blonde’s mouth in a kiss, which while still gentle was demanding.

Harriet sighed allowing Mac’s tongue to slip into her mouth, where it swirled around hers, causing Harriet to catch her breath as it swept the delicately soft flesh under her own tongue

Mac hadn’t really ben surprised when she’d found out n early age that she was just as physically attracted to women as she was to men, but she had been very wary of giving in to that attraction, even a hint of a lesbian or bi encounter reaching the ears of higher authority would have meant public disgrace, a court martial, probably prison time and a dishonourable discharge, which is why on the rare occasions she had given in to her Sapphic urges, she had always picked another officer, someone who had as much to lose as did she and would be unlikely to betray her when the relationship, as it must, ended.

But Harriet was an exception, they had been friends for years and apart from birthday hugs and cheek to cheek kisses, last weekend was the first time she’d ever made any sexual advances towards her.  But now she was so glad that she had.

Still propped on her elbow, Mac used her free hand to trace the outline of Harriet’s breasts, realising from the moans that Harriet was making that her breasts were highly sensitive, and as she could see as the already erect pink nipples seemed to swell before her eyes.

Mac resumed her feather light kisses all over Harriet’s face, returning again and again to the blonde’s mouth and all the time her hand was roaming Harriet’s breasts, gliding across her smooth skin from one peak to the other and back again, a lazy fingernail dragging its way around the very base of the nipples, causing them to become pebble- hard, her finger and thumb gently squeezing, pinching and rolling the nipples between them, and Harriet’s response becoming more and more evident as she moaned, “Oh… Mac… that… that’s so goooood…” and then, Harriet’s body convulsed and her eyes clamped shut as she gave a low-pitched moaning cry…

“Harriet, sweetie… did you just come….?” an astonished Mac asked with a disbelieving look.

Harriet lay still panting slightly as she recovered from the wave of pleasure that had crashed over her, then she opened her eyes and looked up into Mac’s deep chocolate-coloured pools, licked her lips, smiles and said quietly, “Yeah... sometimes... when my tits are played with… I come…”

“Wow!” Mac breathed and felt a rush of pleasure, “I can make you come, just by playing with your tits?”

“M’mm”

“Oh this is going to be one fantastic trip, sweetheart…”

“Oh, I hope so, Mac, I hope so…”

Mac prevented Harriet from saying any more by the simple expedient of stopping the blonde’s mouth with her own, as she allowed her hand to make one last lazy circle around each of Harriet’s nipples, happily swallowing the moan that Harriet let escape her mouth, before the brunette let her fingers trail slowly down ribs and down, lower across Harriet’s stomach, playing for a few seconds with the blonde’s navel, and feeling Harriet trembling under her caresses.  She felt her hand almost float over Harriet’s smooth skin, moving in circles, but ever downwards until she felt the rise of Harriet’s mound under her finger tips and let out a gasp of excitement as she realised how incredibly soft and silky smooth the newly hairless skin felt under her finger-tips, while Harriet wriggled her hips very slightly and sighed, Mac felt the sigh against her lips and kissed Harriet again. Letting the blonde feel the reassurance she was projecting.

Despite the warmth f Mac’s kisses and smiles, in a sudden display of last second nerves, Harriet had clamped her thighs together, whimpering as Mac’s fingers moved the last inch or two towards her pussy. Slowly, as if calming a frightened kitten, Mac continued her soft stroking movements, allowing her hand to continue its downwards progress.  Her fingers moved down the slope of Harriet’s mound and into the hot, little hollow between the juice-slick flesh of Harriet’s tightly-gripped thighs.  Her progress temporarily blocked by the inward pressure of those thighs, she used just her middle finger to stroke all the flesh she could reach and was rewarded with the feel of Harriet’s juices seeping from her pussy lips.

She raised her mouth from Harriet’s and gently kissed the pulse point on her neck, “Relax, sweetie,” she urged, “Open your legs…”

“Oh, God, Mac… it’s so…. Intense… every time you touch me… I want to jump… you… you’re killing…. me…”

“That’s cool, sweetheart, just let go, let it come naturally… it’ll be fine…”

Mac continued her gentle stroking, she could feel the warmth spreading on Harriet’s thighs, and she exulted every time Harriet let a little moan escape from deep down in her throat.

Moving her lips down the neck and over the smooth shoulder, Mac trailed her tongue over Harriet’s sweet smelling skin and on to her breasts, where it seemed that the sensitive nipples were even harder and prouder than they were before, demanding her attention.  She closed her mouth over a nipple and sucked hard and strong, causing Harriet to jerk upwards in an involuntary spasm as if she wanted to force more of her breast into Mac’s hot mouth, and in the aftermath of the spasm her entire body, including her legs, relaxed.  Mac was quick to take up Harriet’s silent offer and slid her hand down to completely cover Harriet’s pussy, her fingers sliding in the moisture, down over the blonde’s entrance.

Mac slid a finger in between Harriet’s slick lips to the accompaniment of a moan of consent from the blonde.  Slowly Mac twisted her finger inside Harriet, exploring the sopping ribbed walls of her insides, pushing her finger in right to the knuckle, eliciting a little squeal from Harriet.  Mac thrust up, again and again, searching for Harriet’s G spot, feeling the blonde pull away from her hand and then ooze back as she adjusted to the pressure.

Mac’s mouth in the meantime stayed clamped over Harriet’s breast, she sucked, licked and flicked it, even nibbled on it, doing to Harriet what she liked done to herself, and as she did so she allowed her fingers free play.  Harriet’s moist cleft had become a running river, her writhing brought her thighs into contact with Mac’s juice covered hand, transferring her juices into a glistening coating on the soft flesh of her thighs, her pussy alternatively opening wider as if seeking to accommodate something bigger than Mac’s finger, and then clamping tightly on the intruding digit.  Mac breathed hard and slid a second finger into Harriett’s folds and twisted her hand, enabling her to flex her fingers in the ‘come here’ gesture that brought them firmly into contact with the blonde’s G spot and allowing her thumb to circle around and rub the now-hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves that was normally hidden under the little fleshy hood at the apex of Harriett’s cunt.

Harriett was totally overwhelmed by the sensations Mac’s attentions were creating, her sensitive breasts felt as if they were being tortured, while the pressure of Mac’s fingers in her pussy was in a fair way to make her lose control and now the stimulation of her clitoris was enough to drive her to the edge as the sexual tension within rose to unprecedented heights.  The knowledge that it was Mac, another woman, who was creating all these feelings , on top of the combined sensations, was sufficient to send her crashing into one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

“Maaaaaac!” she screamed in a quavering voice, “Oh! God! I’m coming! Oh fuck!  Oh shit!  Mac!  I’m coming, I’m coooomiiiing!”as her body convulsed again, this time, all but her head, shoulders and feet arching clear of the sheet, throwing Mac’s mouth off her aching breasts and dislodging the brunette’s thumb from her clitoris, but also driving Mac’s fingers even deeper into the depths of her cunt.

Exhausted and sweat streaked, Harriet fell back against the sheet gasping for breath and crying softly with the release of tension as Mac brushed her hair off of her forehead and murmured gentle, soothing sweet nothings in her ear as she shuddered and trembled her way through the after effects of her shattering climax.

Mac continued her petting, stroking Harriett’s face and dropping little butterfly kisses between her tender words, “It’s alright sweetheart, it’s alright…hey, don’t cry Harriett, don’t drown those beautiful blue eyes… it’s OK… it’s all OK, sweetheart, you’re fine…”

“Oh… it’s alright Mac…. I’m not hurt… I’m OK, these aren’t real tears… it’s just that I’ve never had… I’m so happy… Oh… that was so intense… I…”

Mac smiled, slightly relieved, “Oh, that’s OK then, you beautiful woman…” and leaned into kiss the blonde, once again their tongues dancing with each other in a slow, sensual oral tango.  Mac broke off the deep kiss to drop a butterfly on each of Harriett’s eyelids, and then to lay a trail of equally soft kisses on her cheek, diverting to nibble on an ear lobe, and then to softly suck it, sending a frisson of re-awakening sensations through Harriet’s body.

Mac felt the tremor and continued kissing her way down Harriet’s collar bone and then down the valley between her breasts before starting a spiral of damp tongue kisses up to the peak, where the pink nipple seemed to be on the point of bursting.

“Ohhhh… shit!  Noooo,” moaned Harriet squirming under this fresh assault.

“What, you don’t like this, sweetheart?” Mac asked teasingly.

“Oh…. Yes! Yes!... But… it’s too much… stop, please…”

“What stop doing this?” Mac asked with a devilish smile as she bent her mouth to Harriet’s other breast, slowly licking her way up its swell until she could aim rapid flicks of her tongue at thye nipple.

“Yes… No…!  Please!  Stop… Maaac!  You’re killing me, Oh God, no!  Stop!  Oh Shit!  Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!  Mac!  Noooo… don’t… stop! Oh… God, stop!  No! don’t stop, Christ Jesus!” Harriet wailed as another orgasm racked her body.

“Ohhhh,” Harriett drew a long, shuddering breath, “You fucking bitch…” she sighed, but her soft tone and the happiness in her voice gave the lie to her words.

“So…” Mac smiles mischievously, “You don’t want any more?”

“Oh, fuck… yes of course I want more,” Harriet sighed, “but I don’t think I can stand it right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Mac sympathised, dropping a gentle kiss on Harriet’s lips, “but let’s just get you cleaned up a bit sweetie.”  She cast a meaningful look at Harriet’s glistening pussy and inner thighs.

“M’mm… where’s the shower, then?” Harriet asked as she made to get up from the bed.

“Oh, no, sweetie,” Mac replied, gently pressing the blonde’s shoulders back down onto the sheet, “Let your Auntie Mac look after you…” as she slowly slipped down the bed, her hands sliding down Harriet’s ribs until she came to rest between Harriet’s spread leg, resting on her elbows as her hands firmly pressed Harriet’s hips down on to the bed.

“Now… where shall I begin…?” she mused in a sing-song voice, “Ah… I know, just about here…”

She raised Harriet’s leg and gently kissed the sensitive skin at the back of the blonde’s knee.  Harriett squirmed, but Mac held firmly onto her imprisoned leg, “Oh… Mac… no… please…”

“Don’t you want to get all nice and clean, sweetheart?” Mac teased.

“Yes… b… b… but not like that…” Harriet protested weakly.

“Oh… well, how about like this?” Mac asked letting go of Harriet’s leg and giving her a long slow lick from just above her knee all the way to the top of her soft, smooth thigh, leaving a trail of damp through the sticky evidence of Harriet’s stupendous orgasm.”  “And… m’mm… it tastes so good…” Mac smiled, relishing the mixture of sweet and salt that was Harriet’s juices.

Harriet let out another shuddering, quavering moan as her hips twitched.

“Oh… you’re not get going to deny me this very special treat, are you, Harriet?”

“Nooo…” the blonde moaned, “but… you… I… ohhh…” she moaned again as Mac again applied her tongue to the buttery flesh of her inner thigh, licking her new lover clean of her overflow of pussy juice, conscientiously finishing cleaning one thigh before switching her attention to the other and accompanied by a non-stop chorus of moans, cries and feeble, unmeant and meaningless protests from the blonde.

Mac had forgotten all about teasing Harriet as she lapped up her friend’s juices the taste and feel of the blonde’s smooth, sweet flesh on her tongue and under her hands drove every other thought out of her mind excerpt that of bringing pleasure to the wondrous creature writhing under her attentions, so with Harriet’s thighs freshly cleaned, Mac turned her attention to Harriet’s sweet cleft.  It was smooth and tight, the lips locked away inside, presenting only a single crease to the brunette’s hungry eyes and even hungrier hands and mouth.

Harriett nearly spasmed off the bed as Mac ran the balls of both thumbs up the tight little fold, “Shit!  Mac!  What the…”

“Hush darling, hush,” Mac crooned, “Relax, let me look after you, sweetheart…”

“Maaac… I’m so tired…”

Mac smiled and edged forward, her hands delicately parting Harriet’s lips and her tongue flickering forwards in a long sweep the entire length of Harriet’s cunt, from the perineum to just short of the clitoris, exerting pressure with her hands and arms to keep Harriet in position as the blonde jerked her hips back into the mattress and then up again mashing her mound into Mac’s face.

The brunette sighed in satisfaction as she opened the gates to Harriet’s inner depths, her tongue sweeping up all the honey she could find, mixing it with her own saliva as she swallowed this new, delicious, intoxicating cocktail.

Harriet writhed and bucked under the pressure of Mac’s kisses, suckings and lickings, her mouth open as she gasped for breath and panting a litany in time with each lick or suck, “I… Oh God!  Oh God! Shit!  Fuck!  Christ!  Oh… Maaac!  Fuck!  Christ… Jesus!  You… Maaaaaac! I… Oh God!  Mac!”  And as incredible as it seemed to her as she squealed and moaned and twisted, her passion grew even more frenzied as Mac finally took pity on her as she searched blindly upwards, seeking that little nub of flesh and clamped her lips over it, once again, nibbling, sucking, licking and kissing.

Mac’s devotion to Harriet’s cunt and clitoris became more urgent, as she fought to keep her mouth in contact with the wildly bucking blonde’s centre, and she slipped her hands under Harriet’s butt cheeks, feeling the muscle under the soft skin as she held Harriet in position, and then her hand slipping lower, searchi9ng for and finding the crack between the cheeks, and then a finger following the heat until it found the tender flesh around Harriet’s  puckered rear entrance, now slippery with the juices escaping from her cunt and Mac’s mouth.  Mac pressed home with a long, slender middle figure until the sphincter gave, and using the very tip of her finger worked in and out of the blonde’s asshole.

Harriet screamed, a cry of passion, not pain as she felt the same pressures that Harm had induced the previous weekend and thrust her hips down, pressing her ass back onto the invading finger, increasing the depth of its penetration just as Mac delivered a dozen lightning fast tongue-tip flicks of her tongue top the blonde’s clitoris.

“Aaaaaagh!  I’m cooooomiiing!” Harriet squealed as a further orgasm ripped through her and her gyrations became so wild that Mac had almost to fight to keep her on the bed   Gradually Harriet’s convulsions lessened and became less wild as the waves of her climax ebbed and flowed within her body, each ebb draining the waves, and each flow less in its effect.

Finally Harriet lay on the bed, sobbing with the sweet agony of her release, arms and legs limp and totally incapable of movement.

Mac regretfully disengaged herself from between Harriet’s legs, and crawled up the bed until she was lying next to the woman in whom she had just induced the most intense orgasm of her life.  Mac took the tearful blonde in her arms, and drew her head onto her shoulder, rocking her gently to and fro while whispering in her ear, “Hush, darling, hush… it’s alright Harriet, it’s alright sweetie, I’m here… I’ve got you…”

Harriet’s sobs died as she regained control of both her breath and her composure, “Oh…Mac…” she sighed.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” Mac said again dropping a chaste kiss on Harriet’s forehead, “Rest now, my love… rest.”

Harriet smiled sleepily and her eyelids fluttered closed, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep in the brunette’s arms.

Mac smiled lovingly at her and then she too closed her eyes.