Snack time.

Lynda asked her assistant, "You like me, my little sex kitten?" Lynda whispered, hotly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... oh, yes ... yesssssss," Joan moaned in reply, her lust filled brain swirling.

“So tell me, Joan darling ... have you ever made love to a girl before?"

"Oh, no ... no, never..." was the dazed reply.

"But you liked it, you liked what I did for you, didn't you?"

"I ... I don't know ... don't know what's happening to me ... but it's beautiful ... yes, beautiful!"

"And the best is yet to come... for both of us ... as we lick and suck each other's pussies at the same time," Lynda breathed passionately, her soft hand caressing her assistant’s breasts. "Would you like that ... to lick and suck my clit, to bring me pleasure as I brought you rapture, Joan?"

"Oh, God ... I don't ... don't know ... don't know...!" But the decision had already been made as Lynda slowly pressed her back onto the floor, and then kissed her once as she knelt beside the girl, and started getting into a snacking position for both of them.

Joan wasn't aware of how long the magnificent enthrallment between her legs went on before she opened her eyes to the feel and sight of Lynda's nakedly sensual body moving up over her. The long white columns of the older woman's thighs were spreading wide, knees snuggling in against her ribs as Lynda got herself as comfortable as she could for the moment.

In the shadowy midpoint between those gorgeously ovaled, moon shaped buttocks Joan could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the coral slit of her boss’s pussy right above her face. Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, until the musky perfumed scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing, she suddenly lashed out with her tongue, going deep into the raw velvety flesh toward the beautiful woman’s clitoris.

The girl's awkward tongue-strokes were rough as she imitated the treatment Lynda had given her. While her treatment was rough, it wasn't unpleasant, and Lynda's hips went to rocking with Joan’s until she changed her mind. Lynda said, “I have an idea. Why don't you roll over for a minute?"

While Joan rolled out of the way, Lynda took the thick cushions off the couch and arranged them in two piles on the rug, about three feet apart. She knelt on the two stacks, and then leaned down with her hands on the rug, letting her knees spread wide. Under her body weight, her thighs spread wider and wider, allowing easier access for what she wanted from the girl.

"There, now I'll bet you can spread me open."

There was awe in Joan's voice as she said, "Gee, Lynda. I hope I'm in as good a shape as you when I get to be your age."

Lynda got Joan's pussy-slit open and her tongue inside. The young girl's tongue thrust deep then and brought with it a beautiful wave of tingling heat. Even stretched out flat between cushions, Lynda couldn't keep her hips from rocking each time Joan's tongue ventured forth.

Lynda arched her tongue down and probed just inside the girl's pussy-lips, moving as slowly and gently as possible. Her tongue barely touched the nub of Joan's clit, as she wanted to prolong the girl’s pleasure this time. In return Joan’s tongue strokes were flicking way too hard for Lynda’s liking and it was almost painful.

She just didn't know any better. Lynda couldn't dislike her for trying. Now, if the girl were living with her, she could teach her how to be gentle, how to take care of her body, how to dress well, how to be a real lady. That would be a pleasure.

So Lynda resigned herself for the moment to pleasing the girl with her teasing tongue and tortuous lips as she licked and flicked softly and slowly, not rapidly. Then the older woman put two fingers inside the girl’s pussy deep and found her G-spot. She then rubbed it gently but firmly until she felt the youngster’s mouth leave her pussy and the hands clench on her thighs as she came very rapidly this time from Lynda’s devoted tongue.

A shock of exquisite rapture tore through her and she cried out loud in astonished ecstasy. She kept moaning and shaking through her orgasm, and Lynda could feel her pussy muscles flutter around her two fingers. She stopped her tonguing but clamped her mouth on the clit and was sucking it in and out of her mouth as if it were a small cock.

Her body wiggled and jerked under Lynda’s, unable and unwilling to control its motions. A wailing moan came from Joan’s throat, and Lynda knew she was coming like never before. Suddenly she collapsed under her boss, her breath coming in gasping pants. Lynda just held her until she could speak. Slowly, she got her breath back enough to say, “I’ve never climaxed like that. Mind you I have barely climaxed ever, so….”