"Oh, God, it hurts," Emily groaned, dangling from the shower's curtain rod by her handcuffs. Her arms ached like a bitch, and her pussy moaned in protest as Greta's tongue continued to lick up and down the slice. "Stop, please stop! I can't take any more!"
Greta unwrapped Emily's thighs from around her neck and she stood up. She leaned in and planted a wet, sloppy kiss onto Emily's mouth. The woman's eyes opened in wonder as she tasted the hot, unmistakably fragrant juices of her cum all over Greta's lips.
Greta's tongue prodded at Emily's mouth and slipped inside. Emily shivered, but she couldn't keep her own lips from closing upon the limber frisky tongue and sucking at its cum-covered length as it slicked in and out.
Greta's hands were all over Emily's body. She caressed the tits, massaging their arousal-tipped nipples. She slid her fingers up and down Emily's back, cupping the sweat-soaked ass. Her fingertips eased into Emily's cunt, stimulating the area she had already worked to paradise with her tongue.
"Let's get you showered," she said. "We need you all fresh and clean and sweet smelling."
For what? Emily wondered, feeling just a littie alarmed, but the relief of being loosened from the curtain rod and the freedom to move her arms and hands, took away the alarm, and she turned to the shower, anticipating the spray of hot steamy water up and down her body. She stepped into the compartment and let the water hit her, and she closed her eyes, feeling almost herself again.
But only for a moment. She sensed, rather than felt, Greta's presence behind her, and she turned to find that the short, stacked blonde had already stripped and joined her in the shower. Emily stepped back, into the water, and Greta came toward her.
As the hands touched her body, as Greta's big, gumdrop-nippled tits brushed her own, Emily shivered, but she didn't flinch. She closed her eyes just as Greta's mouth closed upon hers, and she leaned against the inside wall of the shower compartment, allowing Greta to do as she pleased.
She had to admit, there was a certain degree of pleasure in the way she responded to Greta's touches. Maybe she should have tried it with other women, long before this.
"Get you all clean and pink," Greta said, rubbing soap onto Emily's body. She interspersed her words and action with lots of kisses and more than a few sly grabs and fondles of Emily's most sensitive parts.
She filled her hand with soapsuds and squeezed the frothy stuff into Emily's cunt, using her fingers to work the soap deep into Emily's hole. But her fingers were as interested in arousing as they were in cleansing, and they continued to rotate and slide in and out of Emily's cunt while her thumb rubbed friskily at the still-swollen clit.
"Love your sweet tight pussy," she murmured while her, tits rubbed insistently against Emily's. "Has it ever been fucked by anything but fingers, baby? Mmmmm, it's so tight and snug, but it's so hot and wet, too. It reminds me of myself when I was about twelve."
With her other hand, she guided Emily's fingers to the lush full curves of her own tits.
"Feel them," she said. "They won't bite. They love to be felt."
Emily shivered, despite the heat of the water that flowed across her body, but she allowed her hands to take hold of Greta's tits. Her fingers almost sank into the dough-like softness of the oversized tits.
The nipples were hard, though, as fat as gumdrops, and she felt her fingers drawn to them. She tested their texture, their resilience, starting to purr almost unconsciously as she drew pleasure of her own from the touch, as she felt Greta's body throbbing in response to her caresses.
Greta kissed her again, and brought her pussy up to rub against Emily's.
"No, we shouldn't!" Emily sighed, but she wasn't struggling. The bump of cunt upon her own was a new, exciting stimulation. She opened her legs and allowed Greta's body to move into the gap.
Her thighs flexed against Greta's body, and she felt her cunt merge with Greta's as they brought their bodies together again and again in the spraying rush of water from the shower head. Emily was drenched, but she could sense the fires that were starting to blaze inside herself, and she was both very much afraid and very much excited, at the same time.
"I want you to suck me," Greta said throatily, between kisses. "I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy, just the way I licked yours. Will you do that, Emily? Will you suck me off?"
"I couldn't, I know I couldn't," Emily said defensively, looking down at the heaving-titted Greta. Her hands dug into Greta's soft round tit, and the nipples pointed even more invitingly outward.
Emily looked at them pensively, licking her lips. Greta touched the back of her head, and Emily felt her face being guided downward. Her lips met the full softness of Greta's tits.
Greta guided a nipple into Emily's mouth. "No," Emily protested, but it was too late to say no. The hot firmness of the nip brushed her tongue and she shivered, and then she began to suck at it, gently at first but with a growing sense of urgency, of desire.
Greta leaned back, pushing her tits up at Emily's face.
"The other one too," she said. "Suck 'em both!"
She filled her mouth with Greta's tit, tasting the woman's flesh, feeling the heat pulsate against her tongue. She opened her mouth wider. Her mouth yawned, full of hot sweet tit, and she moaned, her teeth scratching insistently at the flesh.
"Yes," she heard Greta sigh, fingers stroking through Emily's hair, "you're getting the hang of it now, baby!"
The nipple lengthened in Emily's mouth, and she closed her lips around it, sucking harder and harder. There was a certain satisfaction to nursing on Greta's tit that thrilled Emily even as it appalled her. She would never have tried anything like this except under duress, but now that it was happening, she found the experience exotically exciting.
She felt Greta taking her wrist, pulling down on it. She gulped, knowing that Greta was going to make her caress the blonde pussy, the same way Greta had stroked and petted Emily's auburn-furred cunt.
She sucked harder on the nipple and allowed her hand to be directed, but she couldn't repress a quivery sigh as her fingers stroked through Greta's sopping-wet mat of pussy fur, as she felt the hot, protuberant lips of the other woman's cunt.
"Yes," Greta said excitedly, "ohhhh yesss!" She was pulling Emily's hand back and forth through her cuntal gap, using it to fuck her hot, horny pussy. Emily groaned and allowed herself to be used for the other woman's pleasure.
The slippery cunt-lips parted, and Greta cased Emily's fingers into her pussy. It was hot in there, not nearly as tight and resilient as Emily's own pussy, but the muscles were active already and they began to suck the fingers deeper and deeper into the heated cunt.
Ooze was leaking from Greta's cunt, drenching Emily's hand.
Greta humped and moaned as Emily continued to suck and finger-fuck her. The fingers rammed in and out of Greta's pussy, and it was with a certain sense of shock that Emily realized that Greta was no longer directing her hand. The blonde had both arms wrapped around Emily's neck.
I'm doing this all by myself, Emily thought in horror, but she knew she could not stop, not as long as that hot, frantic pussy continued to suck and gobble at the fingers she shoved into its hungry, cum-slimed mouth.
"I want you to eat my pussy," Greta said in a soft, waxy voice, but Emily's resistance was nearly melted by now anyway. The tall woman needed very little persuasion.
She released the tit from her mouth and she looked down at Greta, wondering if she could actually do it. Greta kissed her on the mouth, and she knew then that she could.
Oblivious to the spray of water that rushed down her back, she moved slowly to her knees. Now it was her head that was getting wet. She was still oblivious. She put her hands on Greta's knees and she stared at the puffy swirl of wet blonde cunt-fur, the fleshy pink cunt lips that protruded from the woman's pussy.
She thought of how her own cunt had responded when Greta licked and sucked it, and she felt inside herself a sudden, irresistible need to do the same thing to Greta's pussy. Bracing herself against the blonde's knees, she leaned forward, the tip of her nose contacting the shower-wet patch of cuntal fur.
"Lick it," Greta invited, reaching down to open her pink hole. She eased back, Emily moving with her, and now the kneeling woman out of the direct spray of the shower water. But she hardly noticed. She was moving her nose and her lips through Greta's crotch, inhaling the scent of aroused pussy, feeling the tickle of wet pussy-hair against her skin, urging herself to go ahead, to go ahead and lick it.
Emily closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She touched the opened cunt, tongue recoiling in near-fright as it brushed Greta's exposed cuntal tissue. But she had also tasted the pussy, and that, coupled with the smell of the other woman's arousal, invigorated Emily's courage.
She still couldn't bear to look at what she was eating, but she had to eat Greta's pussy. She put her thumbs on the spread cunt lips, taking over from Greta, and she let her tongue walk up and down the crack, touching every inch of Greta's spread-wide cunt.
The clit was hard, throbbing with arousal, nearly as big as Emily's own. She lapped it, and she had to see it. She opened her eyes and she gasped, joyous at the sight of Greta's sex bud, standing up, glistening with wet hot arousal, its pink flesh turning scarlet in excitement.
She pulled the flesh surrounding the clit, making the little nub stand up even more, and she squirmed, shivered, felt ooze running from her own cunt in sympathetic response.
"It's gorgeous," she said. She had never seen anything as beautiful as Greta's pussy – not even her own – studied carefully, appreciatively, in a hand mirror held between her legs.
The tissues just within the mouth quivered, and she thrust her tongue into the opening, feeling the muscles snap at her, the way they'd snapped at her fingers when she had them inside Greta's cunt.
She worked her tongue deeper, tasting the hot funky juices that bubbled out of Greta's depths. She covered the cunt hole with her mouth and sucked, as if she meant to drain Greta's cunt like a siphon hose. Greta moaned and drew upward, and Emily's mouth moved with her, glued to the honey-dripping pussy hole.
The plump, slippery cunt lips jiggled and throbbed under Emily's fingers. She squeezed them together around her tongue while it was buried in Greta. Her mouth seemed to fill with sticky sweet juices.
She spread the cunt lips again, and this time she slipped a finger into Greta, while her tongue returned to the buxom blonde's hot, hardened clit. She pursed her lips around it, sucking frantically, while her finger renewed its acquaintance with the depths of Greta's hot, rippling pussy.
"Oh, eat me, fuck me, do it all to me!" Greta moaned. "I knew you couldn't be the cold cuntless bitch you were painted! I knew you were blazing hot inside! I knew I could light your fuckin' fires!"
Emily didn't understand what Greta was saying, and she didn't give a fuck, either. She was using a pussy-wet finger to tickle and strum Greta's clit while she fucked the hole with her tongue. She worked her tongue up and down her pussy, licking up the juices that leaked from Greta's cunt, and she was going crazy with lust and desire.
She could taste the simmering cum-fever inside Greta, and she ate more swiftly, more hotly, more hungrily, as anxious to feel Greta's orgasmic juices bursting into her mouth as she had been to spill her own into Greta's mouth ten minutes ago.
"Oh, you are some pussy-eating bitch!" Greta giggled, rubbing her hot wet cunt all over Emily's face.
She had Emily by the head, pulling the far-from-unwilling woman against her cunt, and she made gurgly excited sounds each time Emily's tongue sloshed through her frothing pussy trench.
"I may have spoiled you for men, for good," Greta added smugly.
"Like hell you have, baby," a voice interjected. It was a male voice, but it wasn't Duke's.
Emily, nose deep in Greta's pussy, was aware of the sound but she could hardly force herself to stop eating cunt long enough to see who had interrupted her. She gave Greta's cunt another pass with the tongue, and it was enough to send the blonde squealing into a climax.
Greta slouched back against the far wall of the shower compartment, and Emily moved with her, still licking, still kissing, still nibbling at the hot hard clit her tongue and lips had brought to ecstasy.
But then a rough hand seized a fistful of her long auburn-red hair, and she was yanked backwards.
"Goddamn you!" she gasped, her finger still buried in Greta's cunt, her lips savoring the hot sticky fluids she had sucked out of the blonde fuzzed pussy.
"Your time's up, Greta," said the man who was puffing Emily's hair. "Now it's my turn for a crack at this primo piece of ass. Come on out of the shower, Emily… Greta thinks she's ruined you for men. I'm gonna show her that she's another think coming."