Swing Choir Competition Ch. 02
Keywords: Competition, Ch., 02, Choir, Swing,
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Sue saw where Megan was looking and stopped, standing with her legs spread apart. "Ben's always after me to shave it completely, but I figure, what's the point of being a real blonde if you can't prove it?" She threw her panties at Megan, who was struck by the clearly visible wet spot on the front.
"Jesus, girl," Megan said, echoing Sue's early comment to her, "do you always get this wet just from grilling other girls about their sexual encounters and then making them come?"
"Beats the hell out of me--I've never done it before."
Megan turned and started up the stairs, adding a little extra swing to her hips since she knew Sue was watching her. She went to her room and laid down on her bed facing the door, legs spread wide and hanging over the edge. As an extra little bit of stimulation for Sue, she brought the blonde's panties up to her nose and took a sniff. "Not bad", she had to admit.
"Fuck," she heard Sue whisper from the doorway, "that is so hot. Don't move." Around the panties, she saw Sue cross the room and kneel between her legs...
And then she felt the first touch of Sue's tongue on her pussy, and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. "Oh, shit, that's good. It's so fucking good, Sue."
Sue agreed, although she didn't bother to say so out loud, because doing so would have required her to stop what she was doing, and she was enjoying it far too much to stop. She teased Megan by exploring around her lips until they were open and oozing juices, then finally took pity on the other girl by moving up to her clit. "Oh, fuck," Megan moaned. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Make me come, Sue, make me come, make me COME!"
And come she did. It was even better than the huge orgasm she'd had the weekend before with Ben. It was, she had to admit later, the best orgasm she'd ever had with another person. And it wasn't even going to be the last one of the day. "Don't stop," Megan begged, "dear God, Sue, don't stop."
Sue stopped, but only long enough ask, incredulously, "You're going to come again?" She was working Megan's clit with a finger, though, so Megan forgave her.
"Oh, God, I hope so," Megan told her. "I need to come again--I'm still so fucking horny!"
Sue lowered her head back between Megan's thighs. As her tongue once again made contact with Megan's clit, her finger slipped slowly downward. It slid easily into Megan's pussy, and she groaned. Taking a cue from that, Sue slid another finger in next to it, and proceeded to slowly work them in and out. "Fuck, yeah," Megan moaned. She'd never been a big fan of being fingered by guys, but this was different--not the usual rough "finger-bang" of a teenage boy, but a slower, more sensual movement. Of course, the fact that she was dripping wet now, as opposed to barely even moist by the time guys wanted to get their fingers in there, might have had something to do with it too.
Megan could tell that another orgasm was building up, and apparently so could Sue, because she chose just that moment to do something new. Megan's clit was as hard as she could ever remember it being, and sticking out prominently enough that Sue had no trouble wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it. Megan screamed as the orgasm hit her, and Sue kept on sucking until she was sure that Megan was done.
"Holy shit," Megan said after several minutes, "that was unbelievable."
Sue climbed up onto the bed next to Megan, on her hands and knees, her head hanging over Megan's. "Thank you." She leaned down and kissed Megan. Megan kissed her back, enjoying the taste of her own pussy on Sue's lips.
"No, no--thank you," Megan said. "I'd love to return the favor, but there's just one little problem--I don't think I can move."
Sue grinned. "No problem there," she replied, and climbed on top of Megan so that her pussy was just above Megan's face. "I've heard the expression "sit on my face," "Megan thought, "but I figured it was just a figure of speech." She reached up with one finger and traced it between Sue's lips. They opened easily, glistening with wetness, and she followed them all the way up to Sue's clit. Sue gasped as Megan started moving her fingers in tiny circles. "Ben loves it when I do this," Sue explained. "He's always going on about how it's not cool to go down on a girl, but the harder I shove my pussy down on his face, the harder his cock gets." She moaned. "God, I love doing that."
"Well, go ahead, then," Megan told her. "Shove your pussy down on my face."
Sue didn't need any more urging. She lowered herself expertly so that her clit made contact with Megan's outstretched tongue. Megan did her best to do exactly what Sue had done to her, and--judging by the various noises of pleasure that Sue was making--figured she was doing a pretty good job. It wasn't long before Sue grabbed Megan's hair and pulled her face deeper into her pussy, yelling, "I'm gonna come!" Megan felt each of Sue's spasms as though they were own. When Sue was done coming, though, she continued to hold Megan's head solidly between her legs. "Don't stop," she pleaded, "I think I'm gonna come again. Oh, fuck, I've never come more than once before. I don't know if I can take it, but it's so good. So fucking good, Megan. Shit, I'm so fucking close..."
Megan knew what to do. She moved her head just slightly so that she could suck Sue's clit into her mouth, doing the best she could to treat it like a tiny cock. Sue screamed, long and loud, and then collapsed forward onto the bed, nearly cracking her head on the wall.
They lay there in silence for several minutes, until Sue looked at the clock next to the bed and said, "Shit, I've got to get going--I've got a date with Ben tonight." She looked Megan right in the eye and smiled. "I think he's going to have to settle for a blowjob tonight--today, this pussy belongs to you."
"Uh, thanks," Megan said, confused. "I think."
Sue put her panties back on, pulled them tight into her crotch, and then took them back off and handed them to Megan. "Here's a little souvenir for you, just like the one you left Ben last weekend."
As she came back to the present, Megan thought, "I just wish I hadn't enjoyed that "little souvenir" so much." To try and keep herself from drifting into the memories of what she'd done with Sue's panties, she decided to check on what Peggy was doing.
Peggy was still playing with herself, and looking increasingly frustrated. Megan looked out the window and recognized where the bus was. "Hey, Peggy," she whispered. "You'd better hurry up--we'll be there in about five minutes."
"Shit!" Peggy replied, taking her hand out of her skirt and banging her head against the seat.
"What's wrong?"
"You ever had one of those days where you just couldn't get yourself off?" Peggy asked.
Megan thought for a moment. "No," she said.
"Then you're lucky. Every once in a while, I'll want to whip off a quick one, just to take the edge off, and I just can't make it happen. Usually, it's before what I think is going to be a hot date, and I'll think about calling the guy and telling him not to even bother coming to pick me up, because I won't be much fun, but somehow I know that if he's involved, I'll be able to finish the job."
"So what you're saying is that you need a little help."
"Exactly."
Megan had an idea, and didn't stop to think about it. She reached over and stuck her hand up Peggy's skirt. "How's this?" she asked, as she found Peggy's panties still conveniently pushed to the side, allowing direct access to her pussy.
Peggy gasped and bit her lower lip. "Not bad," she admitted. She closed her eyes--"probably trying to imagine that it's some guy doing this to her," Megan thought--and spread her legs as wide as the skirt would let her. Megan concentrated on Peggy's clit, using all the knowledge she had from years of masturbation and that one encounter with Sue, and managed to make Peggy come in just over two minutes. Peggy did her best to keep her orgasm quiet, so much so that Megan wasn't even sure she'd come until she relaxed completely and grabbed Megan's arm, pulling her hand away from her pussy. "Fuck," Peggy whispered, "that was good. Thanks."
"No problem," was all Megan could think of to say.
Peggy reached inside her skirt, presumably straightening her panties, and laughed as she pulled her hands out. "Damn, feels like things got a little wet down there." She reached into her purse, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her fingers with it. "You want to clean up?" she asked, holding the tissue out.
Again, Megan went with her first instinct and didn't think about it. "No thanks," she replied, bringing her hand up to her mouth and sucking Peggy's juices off her fingers.
Peggy's eyes got wide. "Damn, girl, I didn't realize you were that into the girl/girl thing."
Megan pulled her fingers out of her mouth and shoved them between her legs. "I'm not. I mean, at least I don't think I am."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Peggy said softly, putting a hand on Megan's shoulder. "It's OK. Listen, after our first performance, let's get together and talk about this, all right?"
"All right."
The bus pulled up in front of the school, and stopped. Peggy and Megan got up and made their way down the aisle to the door. Just as Peggy stepped off, she turned to Megan and winked. "Besides," she said just loud enough for Megan to hear, "I still have to return the favor..."
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Keywords: Competition, Ch., 02, Choir, Swing,