Rachel eats Penny out

"Good," Penny said, surprising Rachel with her forcefulness. "I can't go back home... Not yet."

Rachel shot Penny a sultry smile, marveling at how far the housewife had unraveled. Not minutes ago she'd been trembling, wound up tight with fear or shame. Now, her dress was drenched with arousal and her eyes carried the tell-tale look of a woman who was ravenous for more.

Rachel took ahold of Penny's hand, the one that she'd used to masturbate. Wet fingers, tips glistening, still shaking with the aftershocks of orgasm. Rachel opened her mouth, slowly sucking on each fingertip, slow and deliberate, making sure to slurp up every last drop of Penny's juices.

"Oh my," Penny breathed, dumbstruck. Then, a moan, a moan so deep it made Rachel's cunt throb.

Not wasting anymore time, Rachel practically threw Penny sideways, stretching her out along the couch, the skirt of her simple dress rumpling up past her hips. Pretty pink cotton panties, sodden through, the outline of Penny’s vulva visible and swollen underneath. Rachel hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged. Penny didn’t resist. If anything Penny arched, raising her ass, inviting Rachel’s hands.

She slipped the panties down, exposing the perfect pale skin beneath. Her pussy was perfect, and... shaved? Rachel gave Penny a sly look. Demure little housewife, indeed. Even in her wrecked state, Penny blushed at the exposure. Rachel smiled, savoring the sight of this woman so undone in front of her.

Rachel knelt between Penny’s legs, inhaling the ripe smell of Penny’s pussy. The scent was pure, sharp and arousing and something Rachel could only describe as “married-woman-who-never-gets-fucked.” She leaned in, flicking her tongue against Penny's pale thigh. The housewife twitched, nearly squeezing Rachel’s head between her legs reflexively. Rachel spread them wider, firm but gentle, and moved in.

She started slow, teasing, planting little butterfly kisses along the inside of each thigh. Penny whimpered, a sound that shot straight through Rachel and made her own cunt clench. Rachel dragged her tongue flat along the seam of Penny’s pussy, right up the middle, savoring the way Penny’s hips jerked in response. She was so wet that Rachel practically had to slurp to keep herself from drowning.

Rachel took her time. Penny, clearly, was in agony. She wanted Penny’s brain to short-circuit, to erase whatever limp disappointment John had served her up with over the years and replace it with this: Rachel's tongue, exploring her every fold.

She licked upward, splitting Penny’s pussy open with her tongue, then drew slow, lazy circles at the top, homing in on her clit. Penny gasped, her hand flying into Rachel’s hair and clutching at the roots.

Rachel moaned into the heat of her, loving the way Penny shuddered and bucked, helpless to resist. She sucked Penny’s clit softly, just the way she liked it herself, tonguing gently, coaxing the clit through the tightest, filthiest little circles she could manage. Penny’s thighs went rigid, fingers so tight in Rachel's hair that it actually hurt. Rachel took that as a compliment, of course.

Alternating pressure of feather-light and deep suction, Rachel's expert tongue working Penny's bud with precision. The taste was intoxicating, and Rachel wanted more, deeper. She adjusted her grip, sliding her hands under Penny’s ass and lifting her, tilting the pelvis up to give herself better access. She wanted every inch of this **** pussy on her tongue, wanted to wring out everything the housewife had denied herself for years.

Penny bucked in time with every stroke of Rachel’s tongue, hips rolling so unconsciously that it was clear the woman had never once been given a real orgasm, let alone a second or third.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Penny's eyes were closed, fully lost in the pleasure Rachel was giving her.

The porn scene playing on the table was now a blur of moans and slick, wet slaps, providing an erotic ambience to the scene. Rachel's tongue flattened and lapped, increasing with speed and tension until Penny's gasps were incoherent, a babbling mess under Rachel's attention.

Rachel wanted to make her break. She wanted to make her howl.

Penny’s hips moved faster, bucking up into Rachel’s mouth. Her moans lost the last of their restraint, grew wild and uncontrolled. Rachel felt the woman’s whole body tense. She didn’t let up. She fluttered her tongue quick and soft, using the tip and then the flat, grinding her face in deep, hands gripping Penny’s ass hard enough to leave bruises she knew John would see later.

“Rach—I—oh god—I—” The words fell apart, dissolved into guttural, animal noises. Penny’s thighs clamped around Rachel’s ears. Tight. Rachel didn't care, her whole world was this woman's pussy.

"I'm cumming!" Penny came hard, harder than Rachel expected, honestly. The housewife’s whole body spasmed, her back arched off the couch, grinding her clit against Rachel’s tongue with reckless abandon. Rachel kept at it, kept licking, kept loving the way Penny lost herself, keeping her right at the knife’s edge of overstimulation.

Rachel felt the wetness stream onto her tongue, hot and sharp, and shuddered in delight. Penny’s orgasm went on and on. Years of frustration, years of loneliness, all poured out at once. Rachel didn’t stop until Penny was limp, fully wrung out from a second orgasm, even better than the first.

"Now," said Rachel. "Wasn't that better than limp-dick John?"

Penny, face flushed, only giggled. The sound of relief that such pleasure was possible, that it hadn't just been a dream.

Rachel, too, was happy, beyond satisfied at the way she'd brought this housewife from innocence to depraved cheating. Did she even realize she'd just cheated on her husband... with a woman? That realization would come later, Rachel thought. After the post-orgasmic bliss had worn away.

Still, Rachel wasn't fully satisfied, and Penny caught the look in the home wrecker's eyes. Surprising Rachel, Penny seemed to get more excited.

"Isn't it about time I repaid the favor?" Said Penny, an edge of anticipation in her voice.