Spicing Up a Marriage
Their Meeting
October 2nd, 1978. JFKHS. A young, ivory-maned girl of thirteen was fresh off the boat from West Berlin, Germany. Ute Huhnmörder was looking around the school's main corridor until she bumped into someone. She cried, "Oh, my, I'm so sorry!"
That "someone" turned Ute until the German faced her. Ute was stunned. She had bumped into a spellbindingly beautiful girl. The girl brushed her chocolate tresses out of her sapphire eyes, revealing her flawless, tanned skin. Her pouty lips were frosted pink. She brushed the dust off her clothes, drawing Ute's eyes downward. The American's breasts looked ready to burst from her violet turtleneck. Her matching skirt embraced her curves and flattered her long, shapely legs right down to her go-go boots. She looked at Ute. "You alright?"
Ute shook her head. Her face was apple-red as she nodded. She was shaking as she squeaked, "My name is Ute... I'm new here, so this is all very new to me."
The brunette smiled and replied, "The name's Katherine. You need anything, you come find me. Now why don't we just hit the little girl's room?"
"Um... Okay," Ute hesitated as Katherine placed her hand on the German's hip. She felt herself get hotter.
Katherine led Ute into the largest stall in the girl's bathroom and closed the door. She surprised the new girl by kissing her on the lips. "I caught you staring and noticed the wet spot. You're not that bad-looking yourself, Ute," the brunette purred, lightly massaging Ute's 36Ds through her lime-green sweater.
"Mmmmmnh," the young Berliner moaned, "don't tease me, Katherine... tear off my clothes now!"
Katherine tore Ute's sweater, bra, and skirt off. She slowly pecked the girl's stomach down to her soaked panties. "Ooh... getting excited?" the buxom brunette whispered, savoring the aroma of Ute's quivering, hot, dripping snatch. Katherine shuddered in arousal as she slid the German's underwear down past her ankles. Her eyes scanned the immigrant, admiring the small white patch adorning the young girl's pussy. Katherine laid a kiss on Ute's slit, earning a sigh from the foreign beauty. As she continued eating the immigrant out, a hand slipped down between Katherine's shaking thighs. The brown-haired belle was overwhelmed with desire; her delicate yet nimble fingers were her best bet as she desperately caressed her wet, swollen, twitching cunt.
"Ja wohl! JA WOHL!!! OH, MEIN GOTT! I think I'm gonna..."
Both girls came simultaneously. As Katherine got up, she smiled at Ute and pecked her lips. She gazed at the blushing German girl and asked, "You wanna try to hit my sweet spots?"
The captivated young foreigner almost robotically tore Katherine's clothes from her body, planting her lips wherever she could. It didn't take long for Ute to hit Katherine's sweet spots. The horny American began to let loose appreciative moans, squeaks, and cries. Ute flicked her tongue against Katherine's love button, being careful not to cut the brunette's sweet meat with her braces.
"Mmmmmnh... Ute, you're so good at eating pussy," Katherine cooed, "God, yes, baby, that's it..." She slowly began to stroke the German girl's hair.
Ute, egged on by her new lover, eagerly (and hungrily) ate Katherine's pussy. She buried her face into the brunette's temple, her dainty nose ruffling the dark brown heart right above Katherine's oozing slit. Now it was the immigrant's turn to scratch that itch. She plunged her fingers deep into her kitty hole, moaning loudly into Katherine's snatch.
"Yeah... yeah... mmmmmmmnh!"
Another simultaneous cumfest.
"Ooh, God, yeah... Mmmmmmhhh..."
Ute got up and kissed Katherine. Their tongues wrestled each other, and their impressive busts were pressed together. They swapped each other's sweet pussy juices as they heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"GET TO CLASS!!!"
Two minutes later, Katherine and Ute, fully dressed, emerged from the girl's room, hand in hand.
"Care to come over to my house to 'study'?" Ute giggled, "I think we are next door neighbors."
"Certainly."
Exchanging a kiss, the lesbian lovers headed for their next class.