Clearly the young girl was very upset about something. And when the college counsellor learned what the problem was, she had just the solution!
“Good afternoon, Molly,” I trilled cheerfully. “It’s very nice to meet you!”
Watching her shuffle into my office, I couldn’t help taking in a sharp breath. Nineteen-year-old Molly Hawkins was gorgeous! In all of my six years as a counselor here at Whitaker University, I’d never encountered a girl more beautiful.
She had a gentle, oval face, framed by a luxurious mane of straight, silky brown hair that hung loosely down her back, and a pair of wide, innocent-looking blue eyes. In her bulky denim shirt and jeans, it was hard to tell about her figure, but I suspected that under all that material was a dynamite body.
“Nice to meet ya, Mrs. Kincer,” she mumbled.
“Lana,” I replied, casually fluffing my shoulder-length, champagne blonde hair. “Please sit down.”
She settled demurely into the chair across from mine. The concerned expression draped across her lovely face told me something troublesome was on her mind.
“Well, Molly….” I leaned back, feeling my high, firm tits push out the front of my silk, cream-colored blouse. “Why did you want to see me?”
Her gentle, soulful eyes bounced off my bosom just once, then quickly focused on the middle of the table. “It’s kind of hard to talk about.”
“I can understand that you’re nervous, dear,” I told her in a soothing voice, “but I’m a trained professional. Believe me, I’ve heard it all! Just let it out, Molly—okay?”
“Okay,” she said quietly, beginning to drift again.
I brought one leg up over the other, causing my short, black skirt to ride up above my knee. The movement caught Molly’s attention and snapped her back into focus. A second later she launched into her story: “I live off campus with two other girls. They’re really nice, so I don’t want to mention their names. The three of us have become real good friends over the past few months, and I thought I knew them pretty well. But when I came home early last night from class, I found them having sex together!”
I had all I could do to keep a straight face. “Having sex, huh?” I queried, trying to sound surprised.
“Yeah! It was really weird. I watched them from the doorway. I know I shouldn’t have, but…well, I never seen such a thing before! They were naked and kissing each other and touching each other all over. Then…they…uh…swung around into a really awkward position and….”
She stopped suddenly, obviously too distraught to continue.
“…and licked each other’s pussy,” I finished for her.
Her lovely head popped up sharply. “Ah—yeah! I mean, I’ve heard about that kind of stuff, but I’ve never actually seen two girls doing it before.”
“And how did you feel while you were watching them?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Her stubby nipples had grown stiff under her shirt, indicating that simply telling the story had aroused her.
“Funny!” she murmured. “I felt…funny!”
“Were you turned on, honey?”
“No way!” she snapped, somewhat defiantly. “I have a boyfriend!”
In her anger, she had lowered her guard a little, and I took advantage of the opportunity. “I’m sure you do, but part of fitting in here at Whitaker is accepting your fellow students as they are—and accepting yourself, too.”
“I’m no dyke!” she exclaimed, slamming her tiny fist down.
“You don’t have to be, sweetheart,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “Everyone has needs, Molly, and there are many different ways to satisfy them.”
The tears trickling down her soft cheeks told me that my words had struck home, but she was still refusing to admit the truth. “I’m…I’m no dyke!” she repeated stubbornly.
I’d expected this and was ready for it. In cases of latent bisexuality where the individual is in extreme denial, I’ve found that sometimes actions speak louder than words. “I want you to move to the couch, Molly,” I said, rising up from my chair.
“Why?” she squeaked.
“We’re going to perform a little exercise, honey. A kind of therapy. Trust me, it’s for your own good. Now please, go sit on the couch.”
The stern tone of my voice worked because the tiny tart jumped to her feet and scampered over to the black leather sofa that sat in the corner while I sauntered to the front of the room and locked the door.
“It’s just not true that every woman who makes love to another woman is a dyke, Molly,” I crooned, as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. “There are many heterosexual females out there who enjoy an occasional diversion from time to time.”
“There are?” she gulped, watching me whisk the blouse away and go for the clasp on my skirt.
“Sure!” I husked, stopping to wiggle the snug garment down to my ankles. “I’m very happily married and I love the taste and touch of another woman.”
“You do?” she peeped.
“Uh-huh!” I replied, striking a sexy pose.
At the age of 32, I’ve managed to keep my body well toned through regular workouts, so I was confident as I placed my hands on my sleek, curvy hips, lifted my perfectly round bosom, and cocked one leg seductively. Despite her earlier protests, Molly checked me out from head to toe, but when I skimmed off my lacy black bra to reveal my full, sassy tits, she cowered fearfully in the corner of the couch.
“Don’t be afraid, Molly,” I whispered, edging closer. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“What are you going to do, Lana?” she asked, quietly.
“I want to show you how wonderful it can be, sweetheart,” I said in a low, throaty voice, peeling my matching bikini panties down over my solid, pear-shaped buttocks before nestling in beside her.
“I…I don’t think I understand,” she whimpered.
“There’s nothing to understand, Molly,” I told her, tenderly stroking her hair. “Just relax and enjoy!”
Her velvety, brown waves tumbled down around her lovely face like a shimmering waterfall, hitting her shoulders at about the same time that I leaned in to tenderly kiss her cheek. She shivered in my arms as I trailed my lips along the willowy plane of her neck to nibble lightly at her earlobe. Wedged into the corner of the sofa, the lovely student couldn’t escape and gradually began to melt under my advances. When I heard her sigh wantonly, I grew a little bolder.
“Here!” I whispered, gently taking her small hand and placing it on my right tit. “What do you think?”
“Different!” she cooed, gawking.
“Don’t be shy,” I coaxed, quivering with excitement at the abrupt contact of her sweaty palm against my stiff, coral-colored nipple. “I like being touched!”
“Even by me?” she asked timidly as she hesitantly fondled my tit.
“Especially by you, baby!” I moaned.
Losing control, I tilted her head and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her mouth was unyielding at first, but she didn’t turn away, so I kissed her again, a bit harder this time, and all of her pent-up frustrations exploded at once. Releasing a low, almost feral groan, she captured my turgid nipple between her thumb and forefinger while eagerly pressing her lips against mine.
I knew then that I’d broken through the barrier of her inhibitions. The urgency of her kiss was undeniable. Sweeping her into my arms, I brought my leg up to press against her pussy and lustfully poked my tongue past her slightly parted lips. Acting confused, she stiffened in my grasp, then shyly opened her mouth to stab her own tongue back at mine. Within seconds we were writhing against each other like a pair of sex-starved tramps. She didn’t protest when I unbuttoned her shirt to cup her ripe tits or when I broke the steamy kiss to nip at the alabaster hills of her heaving bosom.
“Ooooo! Lana!” she moaned, shivering with delight. “That’s weird! Oh, your lips feel so weird!”
“I hope that means you like it, sweetie,” I whispered. “Now, why don’t you stand up for me so that I can get these clothes off?”
Giggling coquettishly, Molly gave me another quick kiss and hopped off the couch in a hurry. Unsnapping her jeans with a slight twist of my wrist, I pushed the denims down to her tiny, sneakered feet then removed her shirt and went for her plain white cotton bra. As her plump, girlish tits popped out into my waiting hands, I gasped with delight. Molly had the puffiest, pinkest nipples I’ve ever seen. Swollen with desire, they seemed to leap into my grasp, and when I wrapped my lips around the tempting peak capping the end of her left tit, the burning flesh expanded even more under my fluttering tongue.
“Oh, god, Lana!” Molly groaned, shoving my face into her succulent chest. “That’s wild! Suck on my titty! Oh, please, suck on my titty!”
I was more than happy to comply but was just as eager to get at her sweet, young pussy. The sharp, tangy aroma emanating from between her lush thighs was intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste. After I’d nursed her nipple into a hard point, I dragged my tongue across the deep valley between her tits, then lustfully went after her right nipple while easing both hands up under the bands of her panties to massage her firm, meaty ass-globes. Somehow she managed to step out of her jeans without toppling over, which gave her enough room to shift her feet apart slightly. The instant she started humping her tummy at my swinging tits, I knew she was ready for more.
Gliding my palms around the enticing arc of her succulent hips, I massaged her soft upper thighs to rev her engine a little more, then danced my fingers over to pet her precious, panty-covered mound. Molly made a high-pitched squealing sound and began gushing pussy juice into her panties, completely soaking my searching fingertips.
That was my cue to get busy. Snagging the elastic waistband, I tugged frantically until her undies were stretched out in a twisted band between her dimpled knees. Suddenly I was gazing up at the loveliest pussy I’d ever seen. Puffed out beneath a downy, brown pelt of fur, Molly’s swollen, bright pink labes glistened with dew and seemed to pulsate with desire. Unable to resist, I lightly slid my fuck-finger down along her soft, wet crease.
“Oh, god!” she whined, clutching my shoulders. “Please, Lana, do something! I’m…I’m on fire!”
“I know, baby,” I crooned, removing her soaked underpants. “Let me make you come!”
The poor girl was like putty in my hands. Moving fast, I lowered her limp body back down onto the sofa, then sank to the floor between her long, sinewy legs. She may have been in a sexual stupor, but she quickly parted her thighs when she felt my hot breath on her pubes.
“My boyfriend used to go down on me, but I never had a woman do it before,” she commented in a low, throaty voice as she lovingly stroked my flowing blonde hair.
“Then you’re in for a treat, sweetheart,” I murmured, licking my lips wantonly.
Setting her right leg up on the back of the sofa, I looped my arms over the curve of her young thighs, gave her luscious, rubbery labes a few teasing licks, then pried her pussy open and skewered my tongue into her gaping entrance.
Molly stiffened in ecstasy and released a long, low howl of pleasure. Squirming into the resilient leather cushions, the sexy nymph entwined her fingers in my golden mane to hold my searching lips in place against her seeping pussy.
“Oooooo! Don’t stop, Lana,” she squealed, arching her nubile torso. “That feels so fucking fantastic!”
I wasn’t about to let up. The vibrant tissues of her moist vaginal walls throbbed around my fluttering tongue, sending a torrent of cream dribbling down my throat. After scooping up some of her tangy discharge, I wormed two fingers into her leaking pussy, then swept my tongue upward. Her precious clit had expanded well beyond its protective sheath, and as I lapped away at the engorged, fleshy bump, Molly went insane.
“Aieeee! Yes! Oh, god!” she cried, humping her churning hips off the couch. “Lick my clitty, Lana! Ahhhh! Yesss! Yes!”
The faster I worked her clit, the more she wiggled. I knew she was close, so I kept tongue-lashing her bloated clit until I sensed that the moment was right, then I jabbed another finger inside her spasming pussy, wrapped my lips over her clit-bulb, and sucked with all my strength. My timing was perfect. Molly went off like a firecracker.
“Eeeeeee! Dear god! Oh, Lana! Yes! Bite my clitty! Fuck my pussy! Aieeeee! Yessss! You’re making me come, lover! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her long, flexing legs flailed wildly and her quivering, meaty ass bucked spastically as she gyrated through her orgasm. If she hadn’t been holding my face snugly against her fuzzy pubes, I doubt that I could have held on to her pulsating clit. Finally, she stopped wiggling and went limp, releasing her breath in a long, drawn-out gasp of satisfaction.
Once I had lapped up her excess juices, I slithered up her taut body, took her in my arms, and french-kissed her passionately. She was startled at first by the taste of her own secretions, but after several seconds she lustfully shot her tongue into my mouth.
“Lana,” she murmured, breaking the kiss at last, “that was out of this world! I can’t remember ever having a climax like that!”
“It was my pleasure, honey,” I whispered. “Your pussy is delicious!”
“It is, isn’t it?” she giggled. “But are you going to give me a chance to sample your goodies? I mean, I need to learn everything, don’t I?”
Since my own pussy was on fire, I was ready to jump at her offer. “That’s a good attitude to have, Molly,” I told her, smiling broadly.
Those were the last words I would utter for a while. Taking me by surprise, the horny nymph rolled me over and cupped my flushed, oversized tits. After gently fondling my sweaty flesh for several minutes, she swabbed the flat of her tongue around my rigid nipples in broad strokes while bringing her knee up between my spread legs.
In no time I was moaning insanely and spurting cream all over her leg. Molly’s sucking lips ignited a fire in my bosom that swiftly spread to my loins until I was frantically humping my belly against her knee. Afraid that I would come too soon, I pulled her off my flushed tit with an exasperated growl.
“Don’t tease me, bitch!” I snapped. “Eat me out!”
Smiling impishly, the gorgeous vixen scooted down to the end of the sofa, clumsily parted my moist, red labes, and jacked her tongue into my waiting pussy. Tiny explosions of multi-colored light danced before my eyes. It was as if her inexperienced tongue and curious lips had somehow found the most sensitive points of my womanhood. At the same time, whether by accident or design, her thumb was pressing in and out on my clit with a steady, even pressure.
“Damn, that’s good!” I growled, massaging my jiggling tits with one hand while holding on to the top of her brown head with the other. “Keep it up, baby! Ohhhh! Yeah! Get that tongue up in there! Yeah!”
My words must have encouraged her because she started licking like crazy. As my orgasm simmered in my leaking pussy, I draped my legs over her hunched shoulders for leverage and rocked my hips at top speed, hoping that Molly wouldn’t move her thumb a single centimeter.
But then she surprised me by pulling a neat little trick that nearly blew the top of my head off. Jamming her curled tongue deep inside my contracting pussy, she hooked her upper lip over my distended clit and swept her hand down around my flexing hip to screw her finger into my fanny crack. The subtle tickling of her fingertip prodding my asshole was all it took.
“Awwwwwww! Molly! Oh, yes! Do my clit, honey! Dear god! Yessss! Aggghhh! Poke my asshole! Yeah! I’m coming!”
I’ll give the girl credit. Even though I was bucking like a bronco, she managed to stay put until I went limp from exhaustion; then she took her time cleaning up my juices from the insides of my thighs and ass-cheeks before collapsing beside me.
“That was fabulous, baby,” I cooed, hugging her affectionately. “Where did you ever learn that pucker-prod move?”
“From my boyfriend,” she laughed. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Nuzzling her neck, I ran my hand down her muscular back to pat her curvy haunches. “Molly, I loved it!”
“Then I guess that means my problem’s solved, right?” she chirped, playfully fondling my tits.
“Probably,” I replied, kissing her cheek, “but you’ll know for sure after you’ve discussed it with your roommates.”
“Good idea,” she husked, snuggling in my arms.
As we lay there basking in our mutual afterglow, I couldn’t help but think that once word got out that there was a new bi on campus, Molly would be a very busy young lady.