Cathy almost swooned when Olive put her hand between her legs. The touch of her was like a plunging elevator ride down to the pits of Hades. Her stomach trembled as though electrified.
"Olive," she whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Shh. Be still, Cath. Something good."
"Wh-what if somebody comes?"
"Shh. Let me do this, Cathy."
Olive's hand rubbed at Cathy's sex and Olive came closer to her companion. She was nude and Cathy could feel her young breast resting on her shoulder. The touch was strangely exciting to her and in the dark she could picture Olive without her clothes on. She was fully awake now and fear mingled with desire as Olive's hand rubbed her labia with a gentle back and forth motion.
"What are you doing to me?" Cathy asked.
"Making you feel good. You'll see."
In the dark of the adobe it all seemed like part of her dream. Olive still rubbed at her private parts and her other hand had now crept to one of her breasts and was pressing on it while moving in circles as though scribing a mandala in the darkness.
"You shouldn't be afraid," said Olive. "No one has to know about this."
"Have you ever done this before?" asked Cathy.
"With myself," she admitted, "and once before with another girl. This girl taught me about it, really."
"Do girls do this?" Cathy asked.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then girls do it, I guess," said Olive, her voice husky.
Olive's hand kept rubbing and Cathy began to relax. Her legs spread slightly and this encouraged the older girl.
"It does feel good," murmured Cathy, her dream coming back to her as she lay there.
"I told you it would."
Cathy felt the warmness in her loins spreading throughout her body.
In a moment, Olive's finger was parting Cathy's lips. The seeping slit opened to Olive's finger as easily as butter melting from a hot knife. The wetness of her cunt excited Olive so that her own juices began to flow in her loins. She moved her finger inside her girl friend's pussy and probed around the soft, multifolded flesh. It yielded to her and its hot wetness increased. Cathy spread her legs wider involuntarily. Olive's finger accidentally struck the emerging bud of Cathy's clitoris and the younger girl jerked as though she had been jabbed with a cattleman's hotshot.
"Wow!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Did I touch it?" Olive whispered.
"Boy, you sure touched something."
"Then that was it. That's the love button."
"The love button?"
"It's a thing inside you that when you touch it feels better than anything in the world."
"I believe it," sighed Cathy.
"Hold still. I'll find it again."
Olive moved her finger around inside Cathy's pussy in a circular motion trying to find the elusive clitoris. She pushed on the tough membrane of the hymen and smiled in the dark. She had guessed that Cathy was a virgin and this proved it. Her finger slid across the point of the clitoris and Cathy jumped again as though electrified.
Olive kept her finger in the same spot and rubbed back and forth. She felt the tuberous organ grow hard and eager at her digital manipulation. Cathy's pussy filled with precoital juices and Olive felt desire clawing at her own loins as her finger moved at the clit faster and faster.
"That's heavy," Cathy sighed, her hips moving in a coital motion.
"I'm hip," said Olive.
"Man, that's better than good. It's the grooviest feeling in the world."
"Didn't I tell you?"
Olive pushed on the "love button" harder and harder, delighting in the response from Cathy. She scrooched herself closer to the girl, the musk from her own loins reaching Cathy's nostrils and adding to her delight. The panting of the two girls as they sought and found pleasure with each other was the only sound in the adobe as the rain tore down through the black night outside.
Cathy writhed with pleasure as Olive's finger thrummed her clitoris. Her hips moved up and down with energetic thrusts and the wetness of her pussy seeped through her lips into the stiff wiry pubic hairs. Never had she experienced such pleasure, such a total thrill as now sang through her young virginal body. Her legs tingled with delicious excitement, while her mind raced with thoughts that blinded her with ecstasy. Her breasts seemed to be growing as she lay there with Olive's finger prodding her clitoris; the nipples hardened like dried kernels of corn, but seemed attached to every pleasure nerve in her flesh.
"Do it to me, Cathy," Olive said, "just like I'm doing it to you."
"I don't know how."
"Bull. Just put your finger inside me. Be careful of your nails."
"O-okay," breathed Cathy.
She put her hand down between Olive's legs and the sudden feel of the wiry hairs caused her to withdraw her hand momentarily. She had not expected she would ever be doing anything like this. But she moved her hand back to Olive's crotch and felt the wetness of the girl's hairs. Somehow, this excited her and she felt a twinge in her pussy. She put her hand deeper between Olive's legs and finally felt the soft flesh of her labia.
"Go on, Cathy, put your finger inside my pussy."
When she heard the word, Cathy gasped. The sound of it was vaguely exciting and she found herself doing what Olive ordered.
Cathy put her finger on the lips and opened them slightly. The slick inner lining of the labia again brought a twinge to her own pussy. She rubbed her finger up and down the length of Olive's slit and when she pushed her finger went through the hole. Olive rose up on her knees so that Cathy's finger penetrated deeper.
"Good God," breathed Olive. "That's the grooviest!"
Cathy was silent, her mind hurtling at breakneck speed.
She moved her finger as Olive was moving hers inside her own pussy. They picked up a rhythm and Cathy lay back, her eyes closed while she rubbed Olive's throbbing clit. Olive moaned and writhed as she moved her pussy back and forth over Cathy's impaling finger. She felt the hot juices increase their flow inside her soaked cunt. She could make out the outlines of Cathy beneath her, the spread legs, the small firm breasts, her neck and face in deep shadow.
The double manipulation seemed to bind the two girls together in molten ecstasy. Olive's cunt dripped as her soaked insides filled up. Cathy pushed her hips upward to force Olive's finger to a stronger pushing on her clitoris. Hurt and pleasure were intermingled. Cathy felt as though she wanted Olive to put her whole hand inside her cunt, to fill her up with a big pleasure. She couldn't get enough of that thrumming finger on her clit. Her breasts ached and cried out for suckling. Her insides churned with primitive desire and she wanted to scream at the top of her voice how good it was, how terribly good it was. The dream had become a reality to a certain extent and she could imagine how it would be to have a man, a forbidden man, dark and large-cocked, on top of her, his steel-hard organ swelling inside her cunt as it drove against the vibrating clit.
Olive moaned aloud as orgasm shot through her cunt like a fiery river.
"Oh man oh man oh man," she sobbed, "you got me going, Cath. Fuck oh fuck oh fuck but I'm coming all over, Jesus God am I fucking coming in my cunt! That's got to be it, baby. I'm gushing come all over your f-u-c-k-i-n-g finger! Can you feel it baby?"
Olive's words brought a rush of excitement to Cathy's pussy. She felt it clamp over her finger and the same ecstasy came over her. She pushed upwards with her hips and felt the finger touch off a stabbing electric current that shook her loins with sapping pleasure. She knew that she was having an orgasm just like Olive. She tried to hold it back, to analyze its force and effect but she was helpless before its onrush of rapturous searing.
"Oh-Olive, oh, oh, oh," she gasped. "I'm-it's happening to me too!"
"Let it. Oh Christ Cath, it's going again. Jesus I'm coming again. Oh fuck, what a fucking good feeling that is!"
"Me oh, it's the best feeling I've ever-ever had," Cathy panted. She felt Olive's finger jab deeper and the pain mingled inextricably with the pleasure. She brought her legs together quickly and then parted them again as though applauding. Her whole body seemed to be dancing on the end of Olive's finger. Wave after wave of purest pleasure coursed through her wriggling body and she wanted to scream to the whole world that she was happy happy happy.
Olive nearly passed out with the ecstasy that her third and fourth orgasms brought. She felt her pussy filled up and overflow with the gushing juices of sex. She impaled herself further on her companion's finger and thrust her cunt against it as though hurling a door against a battering ram.
Finally, Olive could stand it no longer. She withdrew her finger from Cathy's cunt and threw herself on top of the girl and sought her lips in the dark.
"Kiss me, Cath, Kiss me," she moaned.
Cathy's finger fell free of Olive's pussy and she embraced the older girl, her mouth eagerly waiting for the meeting.
Olive found Cathy's mouth and their naked bodies joined together. Olive's tongue darted inside Cathy's mouth and the hot insides steamed with the passion of both of them. Olive's kiss was wet and juicy and as she lay atop Cathy's naked body she ground her pussy against the younger girl's as though trying to penetrate her with her clitoris.
Cathy felt the solid bones of Olive's box pressing against her own pussy and she thrust upward so that their pussies met. Olive rubbed hard against Cathy's pussy while her tongue darted in and out of Cathy's mouth. The two girls rubbed in countermotions, their labia opening so that the juicy inner linings met in ecstatic tribadism. Olive's clitoris strained to push through her pussy lips and encounter a like member, but was too small to reach. Still, the vigorousness of their rubbing together transmitted the feeling of coitus to each of them and their kissing became more heated, their tongues exchanged jabs that brought the saliva to their mouths just as their pussies became soaked with the oils of love.
Cathy, locked again in a waking dream world, translated Olive's pressures on her body into erotic images of a dark man mounting her. Olive, her eyes glazed, the aggressor, rubbed until her slit was wide open, the juices flowing from her gash like wild honey. By rubbing a certain way she found that the clitoris could be reached by transmission through the active muscles. As Cathy lay beneath her, quietly enjoying the erotic pleasure of tribadism, Olive shuddered as multiple orgasms shook her body.
Their panting filled the adobe with animal sounds.
"Olive, I'm getting tired," Cathy said, after awhile.
Olive stopped rubbing Cathy's pussy with her own. She blinked her eyes in the dark.
"Tired?" she asked rhetorically.
"S-sort of."
"Oh well, I'm not finished yet. I want to show you something even better."
"Better?" Cathy asked. She didn't know how anything could be better. Never in her life had she dreamed that her body could give her such pleasure. With Olive, this night, she had felt things she hadn't known existed and how Olive was offering the impossible.
"Yes" breathed Olive, taking her body off of Cathy's. "Just relax and spread your legs. Don't be surprised at what you feel. Just remember it'll be me."
"I-I won't," Cathy agreed. But she was puzzled. She heard Olive moving nearby but couldn't see her well except when distant flashes of lightning threw her into relief.
Olive turned around next to Cathy and then straddled the girl in the opposite direction so that her face was above Cathy's cunt and her own cunt was high in the air over Cathy's face. She spread Cathy's legs wider and dipped her face down to the soaked pussy between her friend's legs.
Olive put her hands on Cathy's labia and spread them as she dipped her face down to the satiny insides of Cathy's cunt. She had her tongue extended as her other girl friend had taught her and she could smell the heady musk of Cathy's dank cunt the closer she got. Cathy waited for the mysterious new experience with bated breath. She did not have long to wait.
Olive's tongue glided over the soft insides of Cathy's labia and the younger girl almost buckled with the ecstasy the new sensation brought to her. Olive buried her face in the damp swamp.of Cathy's pussy, her tongue pushing past the lips and into the pink folds of smooth flesh. She found Cathy's throbbing clit quite easily and when the rough tip of her tongue made contact, Cathy's body gave a spasmodic jerk.
"Wow!" she exclaimed in a heavy whisper.
Olive was silent. And busy.
The older girl's tongue set up a furious rhythmic twanging of Cathy's clit bringing fresh floods of fluid gushing through her already well-soaked cunt. She spread the lips even wider and took the swollen clit in her mouth and sucked it as her tongue thrummed the tip to a frenzy of ecstatic pleasure that was almost unbearable to Cathy.
Caught up in the sheer delight of her act of cunnilingus, Olive buried her face even deeper in Cathy's crotch. Her tongue laved the creamy insides of Cathy's cunt and tripped the clit-trigger as fast as she could work. Her reward was the rich mush of Cathy's sex in her nostrils, the feel of her thighs pressing against her face and Cathy's own rhythmic movements which had begun to build as Cathy found delight in her friend's sexual stimuli.
"Oh Olive, you don't know how good that feels!" she exclaimed. She knew that Olive's own pussy was up in the air not very far away from her. Somehow, she wanted to do the same thing to Olive that was being done to her. She wanted to explore the older girl's pussy and see what mysteries it contained.
Olive lifted her head out of Cathy's steeping crotch for a moment.
"I'm going to drop my pussy down, Cath," she said. "You do it to me while I'm doing it to you. It'll be wild!"
"O-okay," Cathy gulped as Olive went down on her once again, her tongue finding the flame-hot clit easily.
Cathy felt smothered at first, as Olive's dripping wet cunt dropped over her face. She could still feel Olive's fingers spreading her own gash apart, so she did the same, extending her tongue as she did so.
She could smell Olive's sex and it excited her. She breathed in the musk.
She spread her friend's pussy-lips and put her tongue to the raw pink flesh. Olive bucked with excitement as the tongue touched the mucous membrane.
"Jesus!" Olive exclaimed.
Encouraged, Cathy pushed her nose into the top of the gash and urged her tongue deeper in the dank tunnel of flesh.
It was, as Olive had said, even better. She could feel Olive's tongue inside her, touching the love button and bringing her to orgasm over and over. And, now, here she was, doing the same thing as though she had been doing it all her life. She exulted in the yielding feel of Olive's pussy flesh and when her mouth found the clit and sucked it to a willowy hardness, her own juices gushed through her already soaked caverns.
She pulled on Olive's buttocks bringing the girl's pussy even more over her face. Her tongue found deeper territory to explore. She sucked on Olive's clit and tongued it just as her friend was doing to her. She could feel Olive coming. She felt the love honey pour into the love chamber like a newly opened spring. Her own vagina seemed to be opening like a giant flower, hoping that Olive's tongue would swell and fill her.
Cathy lost all thought of where and who she was. Sex was all-important to her now. The storm seemed like a distant army in skirmish over a far hill. With her were the plump thighs of Olive and the deep soft pink flesh that she plied with her tongue. In her mind was the wild electricity of sex that was being drummed from her cunt by Olive's expert tongue. It was like a dream come true, but more bizarre in its reality than any dream she had ever had.
Gone was the image of the dark man mounting her.
Instead, there was only Olive with her young, breasts hanging loose as her face found a nesting place in her thighs. There was Olive with her woman's body and her experienced tongue. There were the memories of her finger and her rubbing, cunt to cunt in a smothering love. There was the heady musk of sex in her nostrils and the dripping pussy covering her own face.
And there was the incredible tingling electric sensation of her clit being tongued while orgasm after orgasm shook her body like a restless volcano.
Sex had come to Cathy all of a sudden and she seemed surprised that it was so good and so needed. She exulted in it and she wondered at it. She knew only one thing. She wanted it all the time and as much of it as she could get. With Olive as the catalyst, Cathy had discovered a deep need in herself that would take a long time to satisfy.
As the storm crashed around the adobe the two girls fought a battle of their own, one of extreme excitement that enclosed them in its fury like the black, cloudy night filled with electric danger.