Chapter 1
Her lover's wonderful mouth felt so good around Rosalind's nipple, on her naked breast. She knew too that it was but a part of their lovemaking, that much much more was to come and that it would be even better. She sighed. Every iota of her attention was concentrated, mentally and physically, on what was being done to her lewdly displayed body.
Gently stroking fingers ran titillatingly, maddeningly over her sprawled body's gentle but assertive swells and hollows. It was lovely. And that mouth; that sweet, darling, tongue-wiggling, lip-moving, nuzzling, sucking mouth!
Her nipple tightened, twitched and fattened under the stimulus of artful, nursing lips and squirming tongue. An equally gentle and loving hand caressed the full plumpness of her mound and inveigled caressing fingers through the fleecy fronds of hair that covered it, soft and smooth as down.
Lying on her back on her own bed in the half-light of the little lamp on the dresser, she groaned aloud in a state of erotic excitation. She humped her hips without even knowing it.
Now her darling lover was imitating a windshield wiper, licking back and forth, clamping that slurping mouth over first one hard titty-peak and then the other. She stared down at the way the dark head leaned far over her and whipped back and forth and she shuddered, loving it and she was assaulted with a sudden extreme desire for more, more, for mouth and loving tongue on her swollen lower lips.
"Um-m-m-m, darling," she sighed out languidly, "that's so-o-o nice! So very, very nice!"
The swollen mound of her vulva was grasped in the lovely hand, grasped and squeezed, so that the tender, pulpy lips pressed tightly together, pressed in on her clitoris, titillated each other with the frictioning pressure, for all five fingers of the clenching hand were moving, moving.
Eager, tugging lips descended to suck the full thick erection of her nipple into the warmth of a humid mouth. Now she was allowed to feel teeth, in a slightly menacing sawing back and forth motion against that budlike tit crest. She began to pant and squirm. Her cunt bucked up against the downpressing hand, which squeezed, hard. She moaned and groaned, unsure whether she felt pain or pleasure-and not put off by the sensory confusion of her brilliant lover's actions.
It was the right hand on her cunt. The left was on her breast, the one that was not being sucked-and now bitten, or at least being threatened with biting. The left hand meanwhile continued to massage her other breast's soft surface, still turning and manipulating it so that it rippled and changed shapes again and again, as if the large pink-white thrust was independently and vibrantly alive.
"Oh... oh... uh-unnnnnnghh! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh... "
The resilient erections of her nipples dented in, collapsing beneath the pressure of teeth and thumb. Squeezed and gnawed, the left breast swelled its tip into an even greater blood-red tumescence that was like a tiny cock punching up from her chest, spearing her lover's mouth, fucking that loving face.
The hand at her furry, bulging crotch was restless. She felt it quiver.
"I want my fingers in you!"
"All... all right," she replied weakly. Her blood was high; her lust was high and she knew she'd accept anything, anything. "Just... please be-be careful... "
An ungentle palm ground over the tender foliage covering her plump mound as a finger, feeling thick and abrasive, was pushed up inside her beautiful little cunt. The tight, tender pink lips of that dewy gap opened, forced apart into a splayed configuration like a set of parentheses: ().
She groaned, twitching as she felt her wonderful lover twisting tendrils of her downy lower hair and rubbing the soft labes that puckered out from her pussy. Then the passionately aroused woman jerked as if slapped when a sudden thrusting movement sent a finger spiraling into the cut of her parted pink labia. They were very dark, her lower lips, with a hint of purple about them, almost like the bloom of a red clover-which must have been named by someone colorblind, as the big soft blossoms are definitely purplish. "Oh!"
"Damn," her lover said throatily, "what a hot little lake you are in here!"
The finger moved about inside her with a compelling force that soon had her body twisting luxuriously, helplessly, slowly, like a lust-machine in the warm-up stage.
Her nipples-rouged a pale purple or lavender because her lover liked them that way-and clitoris surged up, swelled more and throbbed hard. Gurgles of rapturous delight trickled from her lust-tightened throat.
Streamlets of carnal juices trickled from her lust-widened cunt.
She could not help loving the turning and pistoning of that broad finger right up in her streaming cleft, not in its never-opened, completely unmapped deeps but well inside the satiny, flowerlike labes of that hot little slit. She could feel the fingers rubbing the intensely tender and sensitive inner surfaces of those damp vulva lips that opened forth from the resilient bulge of her pussy. She liked the feeling. It was nice. Almost menacing, like the teeth that weren't quite hurting her nipple, despite its cringing and her nervous heartbeat.
The lewdly writhing girl-she was twenty-five, but still thought of herself and called herself a girl, despite what was going on in the society all around her-sighed and made a gurgling noise. She sprung her legs apart in an obscene Y, letting the blatantly arousing hand play and explore as it pleased at the hot slut-chamber of her wildly aroused cunt.
The hand left her breast. She heard, felt, then saw it patting around on the bed. She helped, touching the cylinder of pink plastic and watching it roll-within reach of the questing fingers. She sighed.
Ummmm, yes, Roz thought happily, the vibrator will be lovely!
She watched the hand as if it were a thing alone, belonging to no one, just a disembodied hand bent on her pleasure. It wrapped around the pink vibrator, lifted it from the bed, braced its flat end so that it stood there on the sheet like a miniature missile or rocket ship ready for takeoff. Pressing it down, the hand turned the main part of the cylinder, which was hot pink. The vibrator came to life, humming under the impetus of the two brand-new alkaline energizers she had slipped into it just yesterday afternoon, to give herself a really good one just after she had emerged all glowing and warm and pleasure-seeking from the shower.
Soon it was nuzzling her pursed mound of Venus, buzzing away, its tapering plastic nose seeking the very top of her moisture-oozing sex slit, where lay the secret folds in which her clitoris lay, the gristly little bulbil of slippery, erectile flesh that brought her the highest pleasure.
"Huh!"
That was it! Ooohhh yes, yes, the buzzing, shivering vibrator was pressing right into the slice of her sex now, right onto the twitchy trigger of her clit. And it was moving, moving, gliding around and around and up and down on her needy clitoris even as it shivered violently, smoothly in its battery-guided vibrations.
The nakedly sprawled Roz closed her eyes and concentrated. She lay still, letting it happen to her, letting the vibrator have its way with her.
It began to build up in her. With the vibrator pulsing steadily over her twitchy, erecting clit, she moaned like a wounded thing. Her whole organism became a vibrator, pulsing and throbbing with a tingle like pulsating electrical current.
Her breasts, proud and prideful breasts that were smooth and distended and yet alive like quivering jelly, seemed to balloon. They tossed from side to side with her frantic movements. Rapturous waves were coursing all through her and hot fluids seemed to pound in her abdomen.
She lay writhing and sighing, shot through with tremors, absolutely beautiful in her sweaty, passion-ruled nakedness, with her legs wide and warm fluid seeping lewdly from her scarlet-slashed crotch.
"Annnnh," she moaned, "aaannh, annnnnnn-hhh, aannnnnnnnhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHH!"
"Feel good, baby? That's it-hunch that pretty pussy, grind your hot little slut's trigger on this good old vibrator."
Her hips danced, helplessly and spasmodically. Under her, the sensation-soaring girl's anal sphincter contracted violently. The cheeks of her ass splayed, trembled, tightened to thrust upward against the hard buzzing source of pleasure. She reached up with both hands to squeeze her kneeling lover's nipples, murmuring soft words of endearment shot through with grunting groaning animalistic noises of high pleasure and passion and rising, rising sexual excitement.
She screamed.
She began to cry.
Sobs jolted her and tears ran side wise from her upturned eyes over her cheeks and down, tickling her ears, wetting her hair and the sheet beneath her.
And then her insides exploded.
Her jerking body came apart and she convulsed and spasmed, naked and lewdly hunching and jerking, her cunt seemingly leaping up and reaching for the vibrator as she cried out and squeezed shut her eyes in the blinding glare of incandescent ecstasy.
The orgasm went on and on and the vibrator slithered in between her swollen cunt lips, pressing into her frighteningly-and buzzing and buzzing against her clitoris.
Then, covered with sweat and gasping, she went all weak, practically collapsing in a surfeit of sensuality that left her breathless and limp.
She lay that way for a long while, full of love and peace, dying the little death and in love with it.
At last she opened her eyes. The room flickered, then hazily swam into focus. She looked up into her lover's eyes. She smiled.
"Oh Charlotte! That was lovely! Lovely!"
"I'm glad," the other woman smiled. She had laid the vibrator down, against the outer edge of Rosalind's left leg. "I do love the way you pop your cork, little girl."
Roz smiled, passed a hand across her own breasts, shivered. "Now it's my turn," she said.
"Did you like the feel of my teeth on your nipples that way?".
"Yes... it was scary," she said uncertainly. "Do you think you'd like that?"
"I know very well that I wouldn't," the larger woman said. "But I thought maybe you'd dig it. And my finger in you, too. You know I can dig on that."
"Yes-s... I did... that was a little scary, too. I-I felt it once, just the tip, just short of hurting. Right against my hymen."
Charlotte nodded. "Yeah. Well, I don't have one of those. It took a lot of time, a lot of years, but I like fingers up me, now."
"And tongue." Roz smiled. "I know you like tongue, Char!"
Char shuddered. "Yeahhhh... "
"Well, you just lie back now, and-or would you like to straddle me and let your breasts down to my mouth?"
"Christ no! You selfish slut-my legs are shot from kneeling over you so long."
"Ooooh, poor Char... lie back then and let me make it up to you."
The larger woman did, stretching out on her back, small almost hard tits standing on her large, thrusting chest, the nipples so dark they could be mistaken for black in the dark. She was dark, though far from black; a big, olive-skinned woman with black hair so curly as to be almost unmanageable and a great mass of curls clogging her lower belly and running up like a bushy shrub and sending out a single tendril to her navel.
Rosalind, who was five-foot-three, moved on her knees along the sprawled, darker body of her lover, who was five-eight and whose wrist bones were as big as Roz's arm well above the wrist, whose great dark columnar thighs made Roz's look like a child's. Indeed, measured just under the sulcus of her buttocks, Char's thighs were twenty-six inches in circumference, which was two inches more than her smaller lover's waist measurement.
Strangely, Charlotte Madlock's chest measured thirty-eight inches while the other woman's was only thirty-four. The difference was that Char's widely spaced, moon-shaped, extremely firm and hard-nippled breasts would fit into A-cups, while her friend required bra size 34-C. The first measurement was back and chest, the second breasts. Except that Charlotte absolutely did not have to wear a bra and never never did-while Rosalind always holstered her jumpy, jiggly, swingy breasts.
And both of them liked it that way. Roz loved the fact that Char was big, strong, bigger than she herself and had those nice small tits with the twiggy little nipples that were so hard. Her own were like sponges, large for a woman of twenty-five who remained a virgin and had never had male lips on her breasts. Of course she'd had a number of female mouths on her tits... and Char had had many. Their relationship and their roles were clear, though Charlotte wasn't one of those dykey women Roz just couldn't stand.
She had a lovely pussy too, in this mass of twining curling glossy black hair, a pussy that had been torn open by rape when she was only thirteen, ten years ago and yet her pussy was strangely tight and small, too. Roz knew that; she'd had her fingers and tongue in that hot little snuggery many times.
She fondled it now, gazing fondly at the high-mounded black thicket, kneeling between the other woman's long, big legs that were open for her. Propping her head comfortably up on a doubled pillow, Char watched the way Roz's titties hung down and were never still as the girl knelt between her legs, bending more and more forward so that her naked ass poked higher and higher into the air and her hair slid down to dangle past her face, hanging loosely and swaying like her breasts.
"Ummmmm," Rosalind said from her throat, "I just want to eat you up!"
"Baby-eat me up! If I ever get enough of that sweet mouth and hot whore's tongue of yours, sweetheart, I'll tell you!"
Roz shivered. She liked words like that and Char knew it.
The black-haired younger woman's tits were not as sensitive as Roz's. Roz knew it, and determined to pay her lover back for all her pleasure and her sore legs, sent her mouth straight to the heartland.
She sent her tongue all over the inner surfaces of those hot, perspiration-damp thighs. The hollows were not as pronounced as hers, in those thick olive columns, but they were there and she traced them out and the ridges of tendon that formed them. Her tongue slid across Char's lower belly, crossing the upward rising line of jet-black hair, just above the top of the seam of the brunette's cunt.
Char sighed and shivered a little at the feel of' warm breath riffling the hair on her mound. Then she grunted, for her kneeling girl-lover had run out her clever little tongue and had touched her just the barest micro millimeter above her clitoris. The tongue moved, while Charlotte held her breath and made little moaning sounds of happiness and need. She felt it, felt it, the other girl's tantalizing her with gentle, brushing kisses, her tongue pressed out between her gliding soft lips, occasionally slipping forth a bit more for a nice wet lick on her needy flesh.
Deep within that black forest of hair, the puffy lips of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically. They stayed a bit more ajar each time, gleaming moistly. The salaciously, lovingly teasing tongue raised hot lust in the big brunette and made her whimper with pleasure, made her almost plead. Secretions welled up copiously in the hot, woman-loving little cavity of her sex. Roz began tongue-whipping the other woman's clitoris.
She groaned, going all hot and wet between the legs and her stomach humped helplessly up and down. She grunted aloud and flung her head back and forth in an erotic frenzy.
"You're teasing me, bitch, bitch, little bitch!"
The slender orifice of her cunt flowed open to flaunt its wet inner folds. Her itchy, throbbing clit reared its proud little pink head. Hot breath whipped over it and it twitched. A wet, stiffly held tongue swiped across its tip.
She moaned and groaned, helpless beneath the marvelous titillation of that sinewy tongue. It was like a whip, a wet sinuous pussywhip that continued lashing her clit and then descended to the meaty lips it now steadily, viciously, carefully tenderized so that she could feel the burning of the strokes of this whip.
The tongue-lashing of her drooling pussy ceased. Roz's tongue was sore. She tucked it back into her mouth and let it rest. Opening her mouth wide, she gathered up the protuberant bulge of a pair of hairy, tight-pressed labia.
She treated the fleshy, supple lips to an overwhelming suction that made the sprawled woman grunt in almost-pain. A heavy sexual warmth was exuding from the mouth of her wildly aroused loins.
The big woman heaved herself partway up on her elbows. She stared. Her eyes sought the sight of her lover, crouching on knees and elbows, ass up and titties hanging, swallowing her intimate elixir and trying to swallow, too, the soft lips of her cunt.
She loved the sight and brain-numbing feel of it: the soft little slut with her head buried between silky, restless thighs and her hair brushing their inner surfaces excitingly; the soft little cuntlapper working, submissively giving, making her whole body lurch and twitch as though enduring hot pains; the virgin lesbian sucking greedily at her blazing secreting cunt!
Slippery fluid burst from her sloshing split and oozed slowly, lasciviously, along her forking thighs. Her clit-button felt like an impossibly tight nipple, like one of Rosalind's big spongelike nipples, the same consistency as the filters Char chewed on when she smoked and a little thicker. It was a great throbbing hard-on, that clitoris spearing wetly from her slashed mound, pulsing hard as lustful pleasure flared in her.
Roz released her oral grip on her lover's cunt and shot her tongue instantly down to the clit-oral hard-on. With a little cry, Char fell back and lay supine, staring at the ceiling. Her hips twisted from side to side in a reaction she could not suppress.
"Eat it up baby," she gasped. "Eat my hot cunt up!"
Roz sucked the stiff passion twig into her mouth and pulled strongly at it. Rolling her eyes up, she saw Char's fingers clamping her own nipples. More clitoral tumefying sent more and more of the hot little staff into her mouth. Roz smiled around it.
I'm sucking Charlotte's cock, she thought and the thought made her shiver. And she sucked harder, pulling at the emerging clitoris that was now past a half-inch in length, longer than a centimeter.
Jolts of intensive carnality made the reclining brunette quiver and shook the dark-tipped hillocks of her breasts. She rubbed them avidly, concentrating on Roz's mouth, on Roz's tongue, while thinking about Roz's titties, then she glided away in her mind, seeing again that huge-breasted blonde she'd seen in the bar-"Stella's"-the other night.
Sensuality became a mighty fire in her, way up in her soggy pussy and up in her confirmed lesbian guts, urging her whole, heated body to life.
She writhed madly as that mastodon-mammaried blonde-no no, Roz, easy little eager-to-please Roz-chewed and sucked her out thrusting, passion-swollen clit, sliding it in and out of her mouth with dedication and sweet skill, like a cocksucking queen.
The kneeling girl reached under and began playing with her ass, finger-stroking the long crack and teasing at the tight little anus while she sucked and tongue-stabbed the big elongated clitoris in her mouth.
I'm a cocksucker, she thought, though she'd never even touched one of those monstrous male rape-tools.
I'm sucking my sweet lover's sweet cock, she mused, though had she been fully aware, that thought might well have horrified her. She'd never have said it out loud. Charlotte would have surely belted her for intimating that she possessed one of those awful organs that had given her such pain when she was just a thirteen-year-old girl playing in the narrow street behind her parents' store.
As for Rosalind, she'd had no experience with cocks. None. She was as tightly locked in the vagina now as she had been at fourteen, at seventeen, at twenty, at twenty-four. She was a woman's woman. She knew that. And she liked to give. That she knew too and she was perfectly happy being that way.
She gave now, gave the hunching writhing groaning jiggling grunting Char all the oral skills she had developed over the years, lipping her, mouthing her, tonguing her, tickling between her large hard ass cheeks, sliding her finger up and down their sweaty crack while she ate her as well as she knew how-which was well.
She felt Char's last tensing, felt the absolute spurt of her cunt fluids-which she licked up and gulped down-and to make it even nicer for the other woman, she slipped just the tip of her finger inside the hot little asshole while she whipped her tongue with blurring rapidity back and forth across the brunette's large clitoris.
Charlotte cried out, hunched, grabbed Rosalind's hair with both hands, shot, quaked and fell back to lie very still. Her breathing sounded like that of the Derby winner right after the big race.
Roz crawled up alongside the large, darker body. "Was it good, darling?"
"Ye-eah, yeah, it was good, you darling little whore! Now turn around and let me get a finger into your ass, bitch!"
"Oooohhhh! Did-did it hurt? You didn't like that?"
"I don't like anything going into my body, slut! You know that!"
"Ooooohhh," Roz repeated sadly, "I'm so sorryy... I'll never never do that again! thought maybe it would be nice-I just want to be nice to you, Char."
"Yeah," Char said, squeezing one dangling pale breast hard and watching her friend's face screw up. "Yeahh."