Amanda Jenkins had never met a lesbian before.
Well, maybe she had, but if so, she did not know it.
But with Tracy Carlyle there was no ambiguity. She had told Amanda straight off that she was gay. Amanda had tried not to act shocked, considering herself a liberal woman, but she had been shocked, nevertheless. The idea of lesbianism was alien to her. She didn't consider it wrong, it was simply that she had never considered it at all. She had always assumed that lesbians were masculine, brawny, tattooed creatures who lived in sordid squalor with others of the same persuasion and were seldom seen in the normal walks of life.
But the world had changed.
The party was being given by a liberal couple and, desperate to show just how liberal they were, they had made sure that one of everything had been invited.
Tracy was the token lesbian. There was a black man. There was a poet. There was a queer. There was even a Republican!
But it was the lesbian that most intrigued Amanda.
Tracy did not look like a lesbian – not to Amanda, at least. She was slender, pretty and had not a single tattoo. She had short hair, true, but it was curly and feminine and her body was trim and lithe and willowy, with thrusting tits and a sweet little valentine of an ass. Any man would have desired her. That was, what Amanda found baffling. She had always assumed that women turned to lesbianism because they were too ugly or too fat to find a man.
You learn something every day.
Now Amanda was in conversation with Tracy.
James was talking to the Republican, who wanted to nuke Iran and made a pretty good argument for it, as well, and Amanda and Tracy were standing by the fireplace.
"But what – what do lesbians do?" Amanda asked, blushing at her own curiosity.
"I'm a typist."
"Er – I didn't mean that…" Tracy looked amused.
"I know what you meant," she said.
"I guess it was a rude question. I'm sorry. It's just that I never met one of you, before."
Tracy shrugged.
"I don't mind," she said. "You want to know what we do in bed together, right?"
"Well – yes."
Tracy's eyes were bright. She was a cheerful sort of girl, the type who would have been called gay even before the gays took the word unto themselves, effectively removing it from its proper place in our language.
"Well, we kiss," she said. Amanda nodded.
"And we cuddle."
Amanda could understand that.
"And we feel each other's tits and maybe suck the nipples a little bit."
Amanda blushed but nodded.
"And we finger-fuck each other, of course."
"Oh!" Amanda gasped.
"And some girls like to use a dildo on each other. A rubber prick, you know? But I don't like that. I've never wanted to pretend that I was a man with a cock, nor to have my girl friends play the role of men. I like women, it's that simple, and I don't have to pretend I'm a man or that they are, you see?"
"Yes. I think so."
"And, then, of course…" Tracy smiled and looked directly at Amanda, challengingly, amusedly tolerant. "And, then, we suck each other off."
Amanda gave a little gasp.
"Does that shock you?" Tracy asked. "Well – a bit."
"But why? You're a sexy woman. Don't you like to have your cunt sucked?"
"Of course. By a man."
"But a woman can do it better, you know. Having a pussy, herself, a woman knows how to make it feel better than a man does. Doesn't that make sense?"
"I guess so," Amanda stammered.
"Doing it is fun, too. Cunt is yummy."
"Oh, dear! I'm terribly confused," Amanda said.
"That's because you've never tried it, honey. If you did, you'd see what I mean."
"Oh, I never would…"
"Maybe not," Tracy said, laughing. Amanda took her glass from the table and drank, hiding her emotions. She was amazed to realize that she was interested in what this lovely little lesbian was saying – that the idea did not disgust her. Far from it – it excited her. It was affecting her on two levels. She was curious and she was also physically intrigued. Her pussy had been simmering all evening, mainly because she had gotten hot while she was sucking her husband off and hadn't come, herself, and now she found that her cunt was glowing like an ember between her smooth thighs.
Tracy, possessed of all the fine instincts of a true deviate, sensed this.
She said, "If you ever wanted to give it a try, Amanda, I'd love to eat your cunt out."
"Would you? Really?"
"Ummm," said the dyke. She ran her tongue across her lips.
"I'll bet you have a juicy cunt," she said. "I-I wonder – I don't know…"
"It's up to you, Amanda. Any time. I could come see you while your husband, was working, maybe."
"Would you want me to – would I have to…" Amanda stammered, unable to express herself, blushing hot, but with her cunt even hotter.
Tracy understood what she meant. Tracy said, "You wouldn't have to suck my cunt – if you didn't want to. I'd be quite happy just to tongue your pussy all day."
Amanda took another drink. The alcohol helped.
She said, "I think I'd like that."
"Yes? When? Tomorrow?" Amanda nodded, thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a lesbian experience.
"Don't forget to give me your phone number," Tracy said, equally thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a chance to gobble this sultry beauty. Tracy loved to initiate straight women into lesbianism. It thrilled her a lot more than going to bed with another dyke did.
Amanda glanced across the room at James. Now that she had made up her mind to give it a try, Amanda was impatient. She wanted to go to bed with this sweet little dyke right then and there.
Of course, that wasn't possible.
Unless – "If I were to send my husband on an errand…" she said, gazing longingly at Tracy – at those lips that had promised her such novel pleasure.
"Yes?" Tracy coaxed.
"Would you do it for me – now?"
"Ummm. I'd love to."
"We could go upstairs. I don't think anyone would notice – if we weren't gone too long…"
"Ooooh! You're making my mouth water, Amanda – you're making me so hungry…"
"And I'm so hot – my cunt is so wet…"
"Get rid of him," Tracy whimpered. Tracy was overjoyed. She hadn't really expected to seduce this woman – at least not this soon, this easily. Amanda was just the type that she lusted for, dark and sleek and sultry. For some reason, a cunt tasted better to her when it was surrounded by bushy, black hair. She just knew that Amanda was going to feed her some delicious cunt.
"I'll be back," said Amanda.
She walked away, her pussy squishing juicily between her thighs with every stride.
Tracy waited with great expectations. Amanda lifted the telephone and pretended to dial.
She didn't really dial.
So it was that James had destroyed the telephone to no purpose – but he was not to know this, of course.
"They aren't hostages, of course," said the Republican. "The embassy was United States soil. That makes them prisoners of war – an entirely different matter."
James nodded, listening vaguely, wondering if it was too soon to suggest that his wife telephone home.
Amanda walked up, looking worried. "Darling," she said, "I just tried to phone home and there was no answer."
"Really?" he said, feigning puzzlement. "I don't suppose anything is wrong – but I'd feel so much better if you'd run home and check."
She would feel better, too, although not in the way she implied – she'd feel better once she sot Tracy's tongue on her hot cunt and got her pussy milked.
"Of course, darling," James said. He had to struggle not to smile, thinking how perfectly his plan had worked.
It had, in a way.
The girl had certainly looked interested when held flashed his big, erect prick at her.
But there was a difference between visual interest and actual contact and he figured that he might have made a mistake, might have judged the girl wrong because of her sexy clothihg and her sensual body. He felt a bit nervous and uncertain now. It would be awfully embarrassing if she rejected him or – worse – if she started to scream or told his wife he'd approached her. He would have to be cautious, to see how things stood before he made any overt attempt to seduce her.
As he moved towards the door, he paused and stepped sideways to the window.
He figured he would peek in and see what the adorable little nymphette was doing.
And when he saw what she was doing, he almost fainted.
He watched the whole thing.
His prick began to throb like a jackhammer.
James opened the door and walked into the room.
As soon as James left the party, Amanda returned to Tracy by the fireplace. Amanda was flushed with excitement. Once she had made up her mind to try some distaff dalliance she couldn't wait to get started. She figured that it was depraved and perverted, but found it all the more thrilling because of it wholesome sex is never as exciting as the illicit stuff, and a twinge of guilt and shame makes a good aphrodisiac.
Amanda moved in her sexiest manner, sinuous and sensual, knowing that eyes were on her and wanting to make the girl appreciate what she was going to get. It appealed to Amanda's narcissism to know that she could make another woman lust for her. It kindled her own lust.
She put her hand on Tracy's arm.
Tracy looked around the room nervously.
"I don't care who knows," said Amanda.
That was not strictly true. She didn't want anyone to know that she was going to go to bed with a lesbian, especially anyone who might let on to her husband, and everyone at the party knew that Tracy was the token dyke. But Amanda figured it was subtle enough. Everyone was involved in drunken conversation and paid no attention to the two by the fireplace and she wanted to say it because she figured it was the sexy thing to say, to pretend that her passion superseded convention and caution.
She gazed into Tracy's eyes. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "I'll go up first and…"
"We'll go up together," said Amanda. And so they did.
No one noticed.
It was a big house with several spare bedrooms and at least two bathrooms, and once they were in the hallway upstairs the two women giggled like conspirators as they looked for privacy. Amanda kept touching Tracy lightly, affectionately, as if afraid to lose contact even for a moment. Tracy, no novice in these affairs, knew that she had a really horny woman on her hands – that before this scene had ended she was going to have a very tired tongue. Not that she minded that. To a lesbian, a tired tongue is much the same as exhaustion is to a jogger, the desirable end result of a perversion. She could actually feel Amanda's body glowing with the heat of desire, casting off a warmth that warmed Tracy in the radiance.
They found an empty bedroom.
There were a few coats on the bed and the danger that someone, leaving the party early, might come to the room – but that hint of danger added to the excitement.
Tracy closed the door and bolted it.
When she turned around, Amanda was already on the bed, lying back, one knee slightly lifted, her hands locked behind her head. She was watching Tracy steadily. They exchanged a knowing smile across the room.
"Come here, Tracy," Amanda whispered. "Come here and do things to me…"
Tracy, faint with expectation, went to the bed.
She curled onto her hip, looking down longingly and lovingly at Amanda. She didn't touch her for a moment, content to drink in the visual pleasure and to enjoy the anticipation. Amanda squirmed under those hot eyes. Amanda was wearing a slinky black dress, cut low, enough to reveal her deep, uplifted cleavage. She raised her knee higher so that Tracy caught a glimpse of naked flesh above her stockings, smooth white fleash framed in a black net of garter strap and belt.
Tracy kissed her on the lips.
Amanda was surprised for a moment. She had already gotten over her shock at Tracy being an admitted and confirmed lesbian and was ready for any erotic caress, but she hadn't expected a tender and loving kiss. Somehow, what they were about to do had seemed too sordid and perverted for such a gesture of affection. But her surprise faded after that fleeting moment. Women could be lovers romantically as well as physically, she realized – and that added to the desire. She realized that cuntsucking would be all the better for having it done by someone for whom she felt affection as well as passion. She tilted her head back.
Tracy hovered over her, their lips brushing lightly at first, then starting to grind together.
Amanda's lips parted.
Tracy's tongue ran down into Amanda's mouth, tapping, flitting, and darting in exploration.
Amanda sucked on it.
Her own hot tongue writhed with Tracy's, entwining in a soft, fluid spiral. When Tracy withdrew, Amanda's tongue followed as if magnetized, slipping into Tracy's mouth Tracy purred and sucked on it. They swapped tongues back and forth for a few minutes, Tracy kneeling over Amanda now and Amanda arching her sinuous back and stretching like a stroked feline. Her face was turned up like a baby bird eager to be fed and Tracy was feeding her a steady diet of hot tongue.
The only point where they had yet made contact was at the mouth.
Now Tracy began to use her hands, touching Amanda here and there, lightly, fleetingly.
She ran her index finger up the deep crevice between Amanda's tits where the fat mounds lifted from her dress. She stroked her flat belly. She moved her fingertips up her thigh, paused at the tops of her stockings, gently stroked that patch of naked thigh demarcated by the black straps.
Amanda squirmed, impatient for her girlfriend to get on with the more serious stuff, but Tracy was determined to prolong this lovemaking, to enjoy the preliminaries and to linger over the approaches. Seldom had she had the good fortune to seduce a heterosexual woman as absolutely scrumptious as Amanda was and she was not about to rush to the conclusions – as lovely and tasty as those conclusions would no doubt prove. Amanda was spread out on the bed like a feast on a platter and Tracy was going to eat her as if she had been a smorgasbord, taking a nibble here, a taste there, sampling every one of the various components of that varied treat.
Tracy shifted her face down, kissing Amanda's throat and the hollow above her breastbone, then running her tongue along the cleavage between her well-packed tits, following the path that her finger had already blazed.
Amanda sighed and moaned.
Tracy drew the hem of her dress up and moved lower, leaning over the woman's lions. She stared down at that delightful sight for a full minute, her eyes burning into Amanda's flesh as if they had been laser beams. Amanda felt as if she could actually feel the hungry girl's gaze burning into her cunt.
Tracy blew her breath onto Amanda's crotch.
Her breath was warm and yet Amanda's cunt was so hot now that it had a cooling effect.
Amanda opened her thighs wide.
Leaning down, Tracy began to lap and lick at the insides of Amanda's thighs and then to dip her tongue into the woman's belly button. She kissed and licked all around Amanda's cunt, without touching it yet.
Then, through Amanda's black panties, she placed a loving kiss right on her cunt.
Amanda trembled throughout her body.
"Shall I take your panties off, darling?" Tracy asked.
Amanda whimpered, nodding, her hips thrashing from side to side and her thighs parting further.
Tracy slipped her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down slowly, revealing the woman's dark, curly thatched twat bit by bit. Amanda lifted her ass so that the panties could slide over her hips. Tracy drew them down her thighs and pulled them free. She tossed them aside. She stared adoringly at Amanda's naked loins now, at her bushy cunt framed in garterbelt and straps and looking so absolutely delicious. The pink slit was wide open and flooded with cunt juice.
She blew on it.
The cuntlips unfurled wider and a heavy flow of cream ran down the slit.
Tracy had all she could do to stop from clamping her mouth on that tasty pussy. Like a limpet and sucking gluttonously – but she forced herself to delay, knowing that it would be all the better after her appetite was even greater and after Amanda was even more desperate for it – if that was possible.
She drew Amanda's dress high over the hips. Amanda sat up and Tracy drew the dress over her head. Amanda wore an uplift bra, cut low, so that her nipples were free of the halter. Tracy unsnapped the bra. She saw that Amanda hadn't needed it, for those lovely tits thrust out firmly without needing support – as if held upright by the stiff pointers of her nipples. Tracy began to lick her tits, tonguing mound the mounds in a circular sweep and rising to the taut tips. Amanda smiled dreamily. Tracy sucked on her nipples, her face switching back and forth as she took them into her mouth in turn.
Amanda hadn't known if she would actually do anything, herself, or just lie back passively while the girl made love to her, but now she had an overpowering desire to touch Tracy. Tracy was wearing a silk blouse. Amanda cupped the girl's tits, feeling them through the silk. They were small and hard and thrusting. The nipples seemed to explode in Amanda's hands. She opened the blouse and began to caress naked tit, amazed at how nice it felt to be feeling up a girl.
Tracy raised up, smiling.
Arching her back, she offered her tits to Amanda's mouth. Amanda hesitated for a moment, then made a soft, purring sound and leaned out to take those stiff nipples into her lips and suck on them with relish.
They alternated, sucking each other's tits in turn, then rubbing their breasts together. Tracy slipped her blouse off her shoulders and unzipped her skirt. She paused for a moment, thinking that perhaps her previously heterosexual lover would not want her naked. But Amanda nodded. Tracy squirmed out of her skirt. She wore tiny white panties, drawn tight across her nubile hips. The crotchband was soaking. The material was pulled up into the crack of her cunt, as if by suction. She paused again and again Amanda nodded. She started to wriggle out of her panties. But then Amanda said, "Wait!"
Tracy raised her eyebrows.
"Let me take them off," Amanda said, her voice husky with passion.
Tracy gave a little whimper. If Amanda had been heterosexual up until now, Tracy knew that that was a condition that was not going to last long, for she could tell that the woman was every bit as enthusiastic as she was.
Amanda drew Tracy's panties down.
She leaned in and kissed the girl's slim belly, just at the top of her pussy, her soft lips fluttering in the girl's blonde pubic hair.
It was a promise of things to come.
Then Amanda lay back, waiting.
Tracy leaned over her and started at her throat, kissing and tonguing and moving down. She paused at her tits, she paused at her belly button, but she moved steadily down. Her tongue rustled through Amanda's thick pubic bush. Then, passing the woman's crotch, she moved down to her feet and began to lick and lave up her legs.
Amanda arched her back, tilting her crotch up, her ass weaving above the bed.
"Oh! I can't bear it!" she wailed. "Do it!" Tracy was tonguing the inside of her thigh, high up. She looked up, smiling dreamily. Her tongue fluttered in the air, only an inch above Amanda's fiery cunt.
"Tell me, darling," she whispered.
"Suck my cunt!" Amanda gasped.
Tracy touched her cunt for the first time. She used both hands, spreading the cuntlips wide apart with her fingertips, opening the slit into an oval slot. She gazed at this welcoming fountain of love for a moment.
Then her head ducked down.
Her tongue came out.
Tracy began to tongue Amanda's pussy.
She used only her tongue at first, lapping at the creamy slot and along the unfurled cuntlips. The light contact sent fluttering sensations through Amanda. She arched her lithe back and began to shift her hips, working her cunt around on Tracy's tongue. She could scarcely believe this was happening – that she was actually being eaten out by a girl! And she trembled at the idea – she had every intention of returning the favor, in due course. Her imagination burned as hot as her cunt at the thought. She began to moan and whimper.
Tracy was taking her time.
Holding Amanda's cunt spread open with her fingers, she laved and licked for a long time, savoring the sweet taste of that hot pussy. After awhile, she began to stab her tongue right up the hole, tongue fucking the horny woman steadily, then switched her lingual attentions to the fiery clit, lapping lovingly on that taut, swollen nugget of sensation.
She could very easily have made Amanda come that way, licking her clit, but she wanted to prolong this tasty treat. She paused, letting Amanda's pussy cool down for a few moments, gazing longingly and lovingly at the creamy slot, then began all over again, slurping, stabbing and curling her tongue around.
She pursed her lips and kissed Amanda's cunt.
Then, letting her mouth slowly open, she fitted her lips to the woman's cuntlips and began to suck adoringly. Her tongue continued to work up Amanda's hole while her lips pulled and kissed and sucked at the slot. Tracy was eating that hot pussy with true relish. She was kneeling now, her trim little ass lifted to the highest point of her slim form while her pretty face was buried in Amanda's crotch, wallowing around in the creamy crumpet. She moved her face around until she was frothy with cunt juice from forehead to chin. Her mouth was full of the thick stuff – it was pouring steadily from Amanda's steaming pussy, running over Tracy's tongue and filling her mouth. As soon as she swallowed a load down, another hot deluge poured in to replace it. Tracy was wild with lust now, filled with the thrill that came along with the cream, totally abandoned to the joy of cuntsucking. She purred, and whimpered and moaned. But she still fought to prolong the pleasure, pausing again to let Amanda's smoking twat cool.
Squirming in, she began to rub her tits around in Amanda's crotch, pushing her nipple up the slot and rubbing it against the stiff clit.
Then her mouth clamped over the hairy cunt once more, sucking, slurping, and tonguing with devotion.
She began to finger-fuck Amanda while she sucked her, pushing three fingers up the hole while her tongue and lips worked on her clit, spooning handfuls of cunt juice out.
She cupped her hands under Amanda's ass and lifted her pelvis, as if it were a bowl she was draining.
She pushed a finger up Amanda's asshole.
Amanda shivered at the new sensation. Tracy lifted her higher and dipped down, running her tongue into the crack of her ass and pushing it into her asshole for a moment, then long-tonguing from asshole to clit a few times.
Tracy could prolong it no longer.
She was as desperate to suck the climax out of Amanda as Amanda was to melt in her mouth. Tracy fitted her parted lips to the woman's simmering cunt and began to suck with the steady rhythm that she knew would bring her lover off quickly.
It did.
Whimpering and sobbing, Amanda creamed. Her cunt melted and overflowed into Tracy's ravenous mouth. She kicked at the air and drummed her heels against Tracy's taut ass and cried out aloud in the ecstasy of orgasm.
At last, she was drained.
Tracy continued to suck hungrily on Amanda's emptied pussy, tonguing out the last drops of her cunt juice and licking cuntlips and clit sparkling clean.
Amanda, seeing how much the girl was enjoying this feast of cunt, smiled and thought: It's a good thing that Tracy is a lesbian, since she enjoys that so much.
But then she figured: Of course, if she wasn't a lesbian, she wouldn't be doing it.
And then, following that line of reason, she thought: But I'm not a lesbian – and I want to do it. The idea recharged her with lust. She was going to suck a cunt! Her mouth was watering for her first taste of pussy. Her own pussy was finished for the moment, but her tongue was tingling just like her clit had been, moments before.
"Tracy?" she whispered.
Tracy raised her happy face, smiling. Her lips were frothy with cunt juice, her eyes bright with desire.
"That was wonderful," Amanda said.
"Ummm. I'm glad it was good for you. I loved doing it for you, eating your sweet cunt out and drinking your cunt juice. I want to do it for you lots of times."
"Ummmm. I'd like that."
"Shall I do it again, now?"
"No," said Amanda. "Now it's my turn."
Tracy gave a little gasp of joy. She loved seducing heterosexual women and if she did the job so thoroughly that they sucked her cunt as well as letting her suck theirs, it was a job well done. She leaned down and gave Amanda's cunt an affectionate kiss, then she moved away, sliding up into Amanda's arms. They kissed, tits rubbing together. Amanda could taste her own cunt juice on the girl's tongue and lips. It tasted lovely. She had no doubts at all that she was going to very much enjoy sucking the cream out of Tracy's pussy.
She rolled the slim girl onto her back and started to move down, licking at her tits and belly in route to the main course simmering between those slick thighs.
Tracy opened her legs wide.
Amanda licked at her pussy hair and up the crease of her legs, delaying, savoring the pleasure of the anticipation. She hoped that she would do it well – but she had no doubts at all that she would enjoy doing it. She had seen how much Tracy enjoyed sucking cunt and she wondered why she had never before thought of adding that pleasure to her robust sex life. She had never done a sexual thing that she had found disagreeable, and sucking cunt was a serious gap in her experience.
A gap soon to be filled – by her tongue.
She licked her lips. Tracy's cunt looked delicious. She was drooling for it. Tracy slid her hand down and gently spread those creamy lips apart, showing Amanda the dark inner flesh, streaked with cunt juice and starting to steam.
"Suck my cunt, darling," said the girl.
Amanda sighed with happiness and buried her face in that creamy crotch.
From the first contact, she saw that she needn't have worried about her lack of experience. She seemed to know instinctively just how to go about it – either because, having a cunt herself, she was familiar with them, or else because it simply comes naturally to a sexy woman to eat a pussy with gusto. She began to lick and suck like a veteran. The hot cunt juice bubbled over her tongue and she found that she had been right – the thick stuff was truly delicious. From the first taste, Amanda knew that this was not the last cunt she would ever suck, but that from then on she was going to eat every pussy available.
Following the pattern that Tracy had set, she tongued first, then tongue fucked, then started sucking in earnest, Tracy gurgled with delight, realizing that she had made a true convert here, a born-again cuntsucker of the highest caliber. It was obvious that Amanda was enjoying it, that she wasn't simply returning the favor but that she truly adored gobbling cunt – and obvious, too, that between them, in the future, a whole lot of cuntsucking was going to be done.
Amanda didn't try to prolong it, as Tracy had. This was her first time and she was eager to make the girl's sweet twat melt in her mouth, to enjoy the psychological thrill of causing an orgasm along with the physical thrill of swallowing all that succulent cream.
Tracy began to writhe and squirm.
"Come," Amanda whispered, speaking right into that hairy microphone. "Come – come – come…"
"Yes! I'm coming!" cried the girl.
Her cunt flooded heavily. Amanda gurgled with delight and sucked the delicious juice out ravenously. It was spurting out in creamy spasms, skidding across her tastebuds and running back into her throat. She continued to whimper, "Come – come…" even as the girl was coming.
Tracy, drained, sighed and stopped thrashing about.
Amanda, that confirmed convert to the oral act, continued to suck until she had milked Tracy's pussy dry, then used her tongue to gather up a few drops of cunt juice that had eluded her lips and trickled down into the crack of her trim little ass.
She slid up and the two women lay together, kissing and holding each other tightly together, belly and thigh and tit.
"Was it good?" Tracy asked, knowing the answer.
"Oh! I adored it! I never realized how wonderful it would be, darling – I think I'd rather suck a cunt than have my own cunt sucked, if anything."
"Maybe we should sixty-nine the next time," Tracy suggested. "That's nice – both ways."
"Oh, yes!" Amanda gasped.
Amanda realized that despite her recent climax, her cunt was hot all over again – that her pussy had been inspired while she had been munching Tracy's twat.
She stuck her tongue into Tracy's mouth. Tracy's eyes widened.
"Do you want it again – now?" she asked. "Um-hum. Both of us, this time."
Tracy could not turn down that offer.
She rolled Amanda onto her back and reversed herself, one knee moving across, straddling Amanda's upturned and eager face. Amanda gazed lovingly up at the pussy that was hovering just above her face – and descending.
Tracy lowered her cunt onto Amanda's face and Amanda began to suck with fervor.
Tracy leaned down and buried her face between Amanda's upraised thighs, sucking with equal relish.
Since both girls had just come, they knew this act of inverted love was going to last for awhile before they came again – and that suited both of the cunt-hungry girls perfectly. Like some slick, smooth, two-headed beast, they squirmed together. They rolled over by tacit agreement, so that Amanda was on top for awhile, experiencing new thrills each time the position was altered. They lay on their flanks and took turns sitting on each other's faces. They paused for a moment, cooling down, then began to sixty-nine once more.
Amanda couldn't decide which end was better, which thrill greater, mouth or cunt.
What a wondrous invention sixty-fining was!
They worked in perfect harmony, each wanting to come when the other did, to share a simultaneous orgasm.
And then they did.
Amanda cried out, "I'm going to cream!"
Tracy wailed, "Yes – come with me!"
And both girls' cunts melted at the same instant, so that they shared their cunt juice along with the thrill. As if it were the same load of cunt cream passing through their linked bodies – drinking it at one end and pouring it out at the other in a steady, continuous stream.
They came for a long time.
Then they curled up together, caressing and kissing with genuine affection.
Amanda remembered her husband then.
She hoped that he had not yet returned to the party – for that would leave her some difficult explanations.
But James had not returned.
James was busy.