Chapter 9
Several times in her life, Cindy had been shocked. Rendered speechless. Never before, however, had the shock compared to now. She stared in dismay at the gruesome, hairy thing quivering so close to her face. She'd never had a close up look at a cunt before. Not even her own. Many times, while in her privacy, she'd spread her legs, hold a mirror underneath and stare at the reflection of her cunt in the mirror. But never had she come this close to one.
The smell assailed her nostrils. Despite the bath they'd just had, the heat of her body had worked it's way to Sara's cunt and it smelled faintly.
Cindy stared fascinated at the open gash. It looked like the entrance to the Holland Tunnel. The pinkish, rosy clitty button out-thrust, yawning cavity, brownish hair covering it, the pussy was moist. While she stared in horror, a pearl of moisture oozed out and trickled down Sara's leg. As she watched, the moist pussy quivered, seeming to invite her to stick her tongue in. It contracted and expanded with the movement of Sara's legs and thighs.
Right in back of the gruesome item, Cindy spotted an equally gruesome sight: a puckered asshole, also covered with a fringe of brownish hair.
Heated up considerably by Sara's sucking of her cunt, Cindy placed her hands on the white buttocks. Then, sucking in a deep breath, she took the plunge. She was too hot to resist. She lowered the monstrosity to her mouth, wincing at the impact of the gaping, hairy thing. Then she slid her tongue into the gash. Her nose was in close proximity to Sara's asshole, and she frowned.
The feeling of nausea and revulsion were quickly swept away. Cindy sucked at the opening. She stuck her tongue in and it roamed around. She felt the soft skin and the moistness. Her tongue settled on Sara's clitty. She nibbled it and excitement mounted in her. Waves of passion and lust engulfed her.
A thought strayed through her mind. She smiled inwardly. She was sucking a cunt! She, Cindy, the beauty. The darling of men and boys. The girl most men wanted to fuck. She was sucking a girl off!
What's more, she loved it!
Having shed her inhibitions and fears, Cindy settled to her task with eagerness. She played with Sara's cunt. She ran her fingers in and out. She played with Sara's asshole. She ran her tongue in and out of both places. Fingers teasing, reaming, probing, massaging. Lips kissing. Mouth sucking. Tongue reaming both spots. Fingers roving over Sara's smooth, white skin.
Running her hands up and down Sara's glorious thighs and patting Sara's large buttocks, she massaged the asscheeks. Reaching up and playing with Sara's titties she slapped the older girl on the bare skin. They wrestled each other on the bed.
Time and time again, they came into each other's mouths. They sucked each other dry, then after a short pause, went at each other again.
Time passed. Some time in between suckings and comings, they saw Harry enter the room but they were so involved with each other that they ignored him.
Harry pulled a chair over next to the bed and watched the girl in action. He encouraged them both from time to time by loving pats on their asses, cunts, or breasts. The sight of the two queer girls making love aroused him to a new height of passion. His prick stood high and solid before him, but he made no effort to interfere. He enjoyed the show.
Finally, the girls wound up in a sixty-nine position with Cindy on the bottom. The sight of Sara's gruesome gash no longer bothered her. Her attitude toward it had changed. It wasn't a gruesome sight at all. It was lovely. A pretty sight. A nice, wholesome sight.
Cindy kissed it. "Please, pretty pussy," she cooed. "Spit into my mouth." She shoved her tongue way in to encourage it. She reamed three fingers far up Sara's asshole. She slapped Sara's rump with her free hand.
"I'm coming!" screamed Sara, pushing hard onto Cindy's mouth.
"Me, too!" screamed Cindy, pushing hard up to Sara's mouth.
The spasms shook both girls as they climaxed in a wondrous orgasm. Love liquid flowed freely into two glorious mouths. Tender lips kissed moist pussies as both girls sought to obtain the last ounce of love potion.
Afterward they lay in each other's arms, spent but happy.
"Darling, it was lovely," cooed Sara, kissing her lover on the lips.
"Dear, it was divine!" Cindy agreed. She returned Sara's kisses. "I love you," she whispered.
Sara hugged her close. "I love you, darling."
"And I love both of you!" Harry's voice cut in on the idyllic scene. He spread them apart and knelt between them, his prick as big as a mast pole. "And my prick here also loves both of you. Who wants first crack at him?"
Sara looked at Cindy, a lustful, hopeful look in her eyes.
Cindy looked at Sara. She looked at Harry and sighed. "You can have him first, Sara."
She knelt beside them as Harry thrust his prick deeply into the huge cunt that Cindy had just been mouthing.
Sara reached over, gathered one of Cindy's hands into hers and whispered, "Thanks, darling." Her eyes were glazed and happy as she moved around under the large man and began humping wildly.
"That's okay." Cindy withdrew her hand and watched her new friend in action. Sara was acting like a girl now. A real girl with a big cock shoved into her cunt. She was really getting fucked and giving a good account of herself.
She didn't mind giving Sara first crack at Harry. She'd already had him a couple of times. Besides, the night was young, and she'd have plenty more changes to feel that big prick in her.
And she owed Sara something for introducing her to a new twist in lovemaking. Cindy knew she'd never be the same again. Not after her session with Sara. A new element had been added to the love-making scene. An element that Cindy vowed to enjoy a lot more of.