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The two beautiful young redhead teenage girls meet, kiss, toucn and lick.

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They kiss again, hugging mostly naked on a bed. They spread their lovely young legs wide open getting each other very wet, having an orgasm. They kiss pretty pussies, up close, rub tongue over clits and into pussy with naked legs wide open.

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Removing her panties, pussy lips are spread, and clits licked to orgasm. Lots of lovely naked young female flesh and close ups of tender young pussy.

I had thought I might be somewhat bisexual. Well, yes, I love men but the idea of a horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual between my legs was, I have to admit, pretty exciting.

I'm still just 19. And if I have to say so myself, a beutiful horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual. This was all going through my mind when I opened the door to the lovely horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual who had been following me. Her face was just lovely, and also quite very pretty. It was a kind too pale to be pretty. But it had something which caught and held my gaze. Brightness of eye? Friendliness? Mischief? Sex appeal? Her hair was dark Titian shade, like in his wonderful painting of Venus and hung right down to her waist. Now that hair was definitely lovely.

"I said, I'm sorry to be a nuisance..."

"What? Oh, excuse me, I was miles away! My fault I came to the door with something on my mind. Sorry. Sorry, You have my undivided attention now. It's Nicole, isn't it?. What took you so long?"

"Can I come in? I didn't know if it was okay,ans," she said!

In the kitchen I filled the kettle, and we chatted. She chatted mostly. She went on apologizing for being a nuisance, until I told her to stop. Then she started chatting about college, with in an almost nervous way, as if she too had something else on her mind. She started to slip other things into the conversation compliments, small bits of flattery how nice she thought my blouse was, how she had seen me the other day with my hair down and I didn't have to wear it up, how nice my perfume was (where did I get it? What was it?). I held up my hand to stop her. I had heard this all before. I myself had said it all before, to an older woman, when I was her age. I put my hand on my hip, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Are you flirting with me, horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual lady?"

She dropped her eyes and, not without a smile, said, "Yeah, I probably am."

"Probably?"

"I mean yes. I am. I'm flirting with you." She raised her eyes again, and looked straight back at me. Girls these days are so brazen! For a moment the very fact that I had thought the word "brazen" seemed to emphasise the generation gap between us. Had I really come up with that word? It seemed oldfashioned even to me! I recall that once the teenager I was once had got over her initial shyness with other horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals, she I – had been very forward ("forward", there's another oldfashioned word!). After all, who was I to entertain thoughts of "brazen" and "forward" behaviour? I had been a small tart in my time!

I came to a decision. If she was going to flirt with me, she would have to take the consequences. I kissed her. She kissed me back, with relish! without any further preliminary, I reached up her skirt and put my hand inside her panties, finding her warm and already moist. She put both hands back against the kitchen worksurface, and levered herself up to sit on it, so that she could open her legs wide. So horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual so knowing! Had I been this way at her age?

We could have gone anywhere in my house, but we stayed there in the kitchen. At some point we got naked. At some point I let my hair down, or she had unfastened it and let it fall on my shoulders. At some point we pressed as much as possible of the total surface of our bodies against each other, to feel each other with as much skin area as we could. Her skinny, pale nakedness against my rounder maturity; her small breasts against my fuller; her nipples against mine; her flat belly against mine; her warm sex against mine. Sometimes she brushed me with her glorious hair, and my flesh tingled with it. Her skin smelled and tasted like the favourite dessert of my childhood tinned peaches, with the syrup drained away, covered in evaporated milk! Her voice in my ear...

"You're really cool ... you're such a lovely woman... you are puredeadsexy!"

When did I hoist her back on the kitchen surface? I don't know. Did she hoist herself again? I don't know. All I know is that at some point she was there, and I was halfkneeling in front of her, exploring her sex with a finger while I licked her clitoris. Her curls were the same Titian shade as her hair, and her sextaste had a touch of (ha how strange) ginger about it! I knelt like this, worshiping at the temple of my horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual Venus goddess in every aspect but at the same time profane and whorish until her divine words became thick and incoherent, until they became gasps, almost small shrieks, until she began to bounce on her bottom with barely contained ecstasy, until the gentle fingers which had been stroking my hair became cruel claws which held my head between her legs. Then a great shudder which, I thought, would bring plates and cups popping, crashing, and tinkling out of their cupboards, and she relaxed. The most wonderful thing ... She cupped my face in both her hands and said,

"My Lizzie!"

Bouncing down from the worksurface, she became a coltish teenager again. I sat in a chair and she, without a moment's hesitation, came and knelt before me, as if I was the object of devotion, and gave me exactly the same treatment I had given her. If I had expected teenage clumsiness I was mistaken. Her tongue and her fingers worked me with such expertise. I have to say she was as good as the best. I tried to think of a better lover in all the thirtyfive years I had been aware of this longing for lovely horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals. I couldn't.

When she had made me come, she looked up at me with a cheeky grin. Her face was wet from a mixture of her own saliva and my juice, and some of her hair was stuck to her cheek. Nevertheless, to me she was lovely! There was a war of emotions going on inside me I longed to say all kinds of things to her, dirty, romantic, cruel, affectionate. Eventually I to did the cuppingfaceinhands thing too.

"My Nicole!"

Over the next few weeks we saw each a lot. She came round after college fairly regularly, and we explored my house together, finally fixing on the lounge sofa and the bed in my bedroom as our favourite place for lovemaking. Once, when we were relaxing naked on the sofa, I showed her a portfolio of my photos from several years back. I had been a photographic model. No, let's be specific: I had been a pornographic model, specialising in solo and horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual/horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual work. Nicole looked through the portfolio with avid enthusiasm.

"Lizzie you were totally lovely!"

"Thanks for the 'were'!" I said.

"No, No, you are still lovely. But you know what I mean!"

I knew what she meant. I had been twentyfive in the pictures, and I was fortysix now. I knew what she meant all right! Youth admires youth, whatever else may be the case.

"I would so love to pose like this! It looks like really sexy fun! Will you take my picture like this?" she asked.

"Where would we get pics like that developed?"

"Oh, I've got a digital camera at home. I'll bring it!" And so she did. At her next visit she threw herself into the posing lark with gusto, copying my former posing, trying some of her own too, touching herself and responding to her own touches as if to those of a lover, closing her eyes in gentle ecstasy. The results, downloaded onto my computer, were stunning. Not without a touch of sorrow I could see that she was a natural, combining innocence with incredible sexual energy.

Every time she came to see me, I wondered how long this would last. One afternoon, after making love and getting dressed again, we were snuggling on our favourite sofa. We had been silent for a while, and then a small concerned frown came over Nicole's face.

"Lizzie, you know I'm not a onewoman horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual, don't you?"

Uhoh!

"I hadn't given it any thought one way or the other," I lied.

"I'm not just a tart, though," she went on. "I can't have sex without feeling very close to someone. I feel very close to you, as close as I ever have felt to anyone. I'm easy in your company, I really, really, really enjoy sex with you! When I'm with you I don't want to be anywhere else with anyone else. I've always got romantic things running through my mind that I want to say, but I don't say them because I know I'm not ... well ... constant. Whenever I feel these deep things about you, I keep remembering that I have horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexualfriends at college. Oh Lizzie I hope this isn't hurting you, I wouldn't do that for all the world!"

"It's all right, really," I lied. I wondered how many other horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals she was talking about!

"Me and my horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexualfriends, well, we aren't 'out' or anything. We aren't part of the lesbian 'scene'. We're just horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals who like having sex with horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals. Apart from that we're just, well, horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexuals!"

"Uhhuh?"

"It's not easy. We don't really get much time together. I'm really lucky to have met someone like you... to make love with whenever we like... To have somewhere where we can be together like this ..."

I looked out of the window. it was a kind a gloriously sunny day. I sighed.

"Tell you what," I said. "My garden is large. The lawn goes down a long way to those mature trees at the bottom. It's not overlooked by any neighbours. I don't lock the gate at the side. It's a great place to sunbathe or whatever."

I couldn't believe what I was saying. I had just given licence to the horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual I was crazy about, to come onto my property with someone else, to have sex. I don't know why. I think it was a kind because I was so desperate not to antagonise her, in the hope that she would be grateful to me, and still come here to make love with me. Really I felt wretched about sharing her. But she threw her arms round my neck and kissed me.

"Lizzie, you are totally the Queen of all Lesbians!" she said. "I am just totally your subject in all things!"

Yeah, that'd be right.

"Nicole," I replied. "You are just totally a goddess, and I just totally worship you unreservedly!" This time I wasn't lying. it was a kind as close to saying "I love you" as either of us have ever come.

Well, since then I have had divine visitations from my horny redhead horny redhead pussy bisexual bisexual goddess. She comes with a smile, and makes love with me tenderly, like someone who cares. Not like someone who merely wants gratification. There are snuggles and chatter afterwards, and sometimes she makes me forget our age difference. But things have changed.

Right now, as I sit at my computer, I have a view right over my back garden. I can see my young, naked, seaborn Venus walking slowly down the lawn towards the trees. Handinhand with her is the dryad, slighter, more tanned, hair the colour of a turned leaf, also naked. Under the trees, they spread blankets down, and sit. They embrace and kiss, drawing each other close, limbs entwined. Oh blessed and favoured dryad I know that kiss, and how divine it is. The dryad lies back on the blanket, spreading her tanned legs wide apart.

The goddess covers her entire middle with a wave of hair, deepest red. The dryad turns her face to the side, facing the house; she is too far away for me to see her features clearly, but I can see that her eyes are closed and her full lips are parted. She cups her hands round her own breasts, and gentles them, as the goddess fills her with bliss. Eventually her back arches like a stretched longbow, and she hits the heights. Oh blessed and favoured dryad I know that divine visitation! Then pale Venus lies back and opens the door to her temple, saying by this gesture, "Come inside and worship me". Obediently the dryad kneels, prostrates herself, and places long, reverent kisses on the goddess's altar. Oh blessed and favoured dryad I have been in that very place, and known that worship.

I shake my head, as if to banish highflown ideas, and look instead at the trees. There is the hint of yellow about the leaves, and I realise that it is actually autumn now. An Indian Summer. It is the hot day in its own right, but the sun will go down early. The weather of an Indian Summer does have its own warmth, but it also gives us a bittersweet recall of the longer days of summer, and of their pure heat.

"Enjoy!" I tell myself. "Enjoy!"