Chapter 10
Maxine sat in front of Mr. Blevins with her tanned, slender legs carefully pressed together. It was one thing to have a boy her age or a good-looking man try to shoot a little beaver, but it made her feel icky to think a man old enough to be her grandfather would try it.
He was very congenial and explained what they would do to establish whether she'd work out as a model. They would go to the photo studio and he would show her the clothes he wanted her to wear. In spite of her unfavorable impression of him, she smiled brightly and was as courteous as possible. She was keeping in mind what her mother had told her about the importance of landing the part-time job there.
Inside the studio he closed the door and turned the lock. When she inquired why he had locked the door he was only too happy to explain the reason for it. "Well, honey," he replied, "since you're going to be wearing quite a bit less in here than you have on right now, we don't want just anyone who happens by to be able to step in and see you, do we?"
She shook her head from side to side.
Mr. Blevins knelt beside her and put his arm over her shoulders. "I know you may be a little nervous, Maxine," he said understandingly, "about doing this modeling. It's natural for a young girl like you to be a bit skittish about appearing in front of someone she doesn't know ... when she's not wearing quite all of her clothes, especially. Let me assure you that no one else will come in here and see you. You just do what I tell you and we're going to get along just fine."
I'll bet! Maxine thought to herself.
He told her to go into the dressing room and remove her clothes. She'd find the things he wanted her to model for him lying out ready for her to slip into. He would remain outside and take notes about his impressions of her suitability as she came out in each successive change of outfit. She was to walk to the center of the floodlit area, turn slowly so he could see how she looked from behind in the garment, then turn facing him again until he asked her to don the next outfit.
As she walked briskly into the dressing room he called out, "Oh, be sure and take all your clothes off, honey. Even your little under things. Most of the outfits I need you to model are various sets of undies, so you'll need to take your own off."
"Okay," she replied obediently as she entered the dressing room, "I will, Mr. Blevins." She grinned to herself as she closed the door and raised her skirt. She wondered what he would do if he knew she wasn't even wearing any panties to take off-only a brassiere.
Outside he waited with damp brow for her to return. He was so greedy about seeing everything possible that he thought seriously about installing a peep hole in the dressing room before she was due to arrive. But he was afraid he couldn't do it without attracting attention.
Maxine emerged from the room and walked toward the spot-lit area. "They have numbers on the tags," she commented. "You want me to put this 'number one' on first and then so on, down the line?"
He said that was right.
The outfit Maxine wore was a light green nightgown that came all the way to the floor. It was one piece, so she hadn't bothered to put any panties on under it. She made the moves he had explained to her, winding up with her front toward him. "That what you want?" she asked.
"Yes, honey, that's fine," he answered. "The pictures we'll want of you later for our company's catalogue will show you in one of the positions or another."
He dismissed her and she went back to put on number two. Maybe he wasn't as much of an old lecher as he appeared to be, she decided. The first run-through hadn't been anything but strictly business. But the number two outfit was quite a bit more revealing. It was a pastel blue shorty nightgown with full half sleeves and a saucy bow below the breasts. She came out and walked gracefully to the spot as before, made the turn and stopped before him. This time she saw that he was scrutinizing her closer.
"Let's see the back again," he said.
She dutifully" turned and presented her posterior to him. It made her feel sort of sexy to be parading like this in front of a man with all these bedroom-type clothes on. Too bad it wasn't some young, good-looking guy watching her do it, she thought.
"Step over here a minute, honey," he said.
She backed toward him and felt his hand on her hip. He moved it up the side of the bodice.
"Isn't this outfit a little tight for you?" he asked. "I'm thinking there may be an error in the design of it."
"Not where you're touching," she replied, "but it is pretty tight in front."
"In front?" he repeated. "Let's see ... turn around ... that's the way. I could tell it wasn't fitting you somehow or another."
Now she faced him with the perky points of her tits poking up from beneath the diaphanous, nearly trans parent material. She kept her face completely passive although she could see that he was quite attracted to her curvaceous figure.
"You mean right here?" he asked, "... right here across your ... uh ... bosom?"
"Yes," she innocently answered, "right there." It was all she could do to keep from laughing at the language he used. She didn't know which was more amusing-the way he stared at her body or the self-conscious way he talked about it.
He fluttered his fingers across the tight swell of the material over her bulging tits and she stood as innocent as a lamb. She could see a few beads of sweat on his brow. His eyes told her he was dying to press his fingertips to the skimpy little garment and at least feel what those nice jugs of hers felt like from the outside, but she could see he hadn't yet quite built enough confidence to try it.
"Hmmm, yes, I'll have to make a note of that for the cutting department," he mumbled.
The number three outfit was plain old panties and bra. It wasn't even supposed to be worn to bed-it was a regular set of underwear for a girl to wear under her clothes. When she stepped under the light he could hardly keep his eyes from bulging from their sockets. The panties, pale yellow in color, fit the firm curve of her young ass like a second skin. And the pale yellow brassiere, although not low cut, showed up every square inch of her ripe tits because of the soft, porous, sheer material.
"Mr. Blevins, what do you think so far?" she asked as she made her turn and gracefully showed him her front. "Can you tell yet if I'll be okay for the job?"
Her question took him by surprise. She was being so cooperative he was getting the idea he might be able to do a lot more than he had been. "Well, you're doing just fine so far," he said. "Some young girls become very embarrassed, you know, when they wear nothing but undies in front of a man. Even if he's just a photographer or a ... a program director like I am. But that part doesn't seem to bother you too much."
"Gee, no," she replied softly. "It doesn't bother me any. I mean it's just to model the clothes, right? I mean, you don't even notice very much what I'm like underneath them, do you?"
He felt his prick begin to rise. The kid might be much easier than he thought. "Why, yes," he quickly responded. "Yes, that's exactly right, Maxine. The only thing we're interested in ... heh heh ... is the clothes."
"I have to admit one thing though," she said shyly. "Wearing this outfit is a little embarrassing for me. I mean at least the first two were things you wear in the house in privacy, you know. But jeez ... this is just a regular panty-and-bra outfit like I wear every day under my clothes to school. To tell you the truth, I feel sorta like I'm parading around in front of you in my own undies." Her face turned crimson.
The effect on him was like a powerful aphrodisiac. His ancient cock stiffened under his pants and sweat popped out on his cheeks and above his upper lip. "Heh heh ... yes," he nervously acknowledged. "I ... I guess it must seem kind of naughty to you."
She took a step toward him as she completed her turn and stopped before him. "It does," she said. "It does seem naughty. It seems worse than that, actually. It seems nasty to me. I mean, to let you see me in nothing but a pair of panties and bra ... heck, I don't even ever let my boyfriend see me like this. My mom would spank my little butt for me if I even thought of it."
The sight of her sexy adolescent curves covered only by the scanty undies was too much for Mr. Blevins. "Step over here a minute, honey," he said. "Does that little bra feel entirely comfortable to you?"
She was within arm's reach now. "You never did say for sure if I'm going to get the job," she whined. "Am I, Mr. Blevins, or not?"
"Yes, honey," he told her, his voice acquiring an edge of urgency. "Of course you are. It's settled. Now let me examine this bra."
"It does feel just a little tight," she said, allowing him to touch her under the arms where the strap crossed. "How could you tell?"
"Because I've been paying close attention to those tits of yours ever since you got here," he said, surprising her with his language.
She feigned shock. "Mr. Blevins!" she cried. "What are you doing to me? You ... you're putting your hands all over the bra, not just on the tight straps!"
"That's not all, you sweet little nymphet," he exclaimed, putting his hand on her ass and drawing her between his legs. "I'm going to put my hands under it too, in there where those sweet tits of your are hiding. If you want this job you'll keep your mouth shut to your mom, too, do you hear?"
His new aggressiveness made her look at him in a new way. He became more attractive to her. But still she pretended innocence in order to support his early impression of her and keep the job on ice.
"I ... I won't, Mr. Blevins," she said, acting frightened. "But please don't hurt me. I've never had anybody do things like this to me. Oh, this is awful!"
"I won't hurt you. I'm gonna make you feel good," he said, slipping his hands under the cups of her bra.
He forced the cups up with the back of his hands and she felt the strap pop behind her. The bra fell to the floor. He massaged his wrinkled hands greedily into the proud flesh of her exposed tits. He unzipped his pants and told her to look. He asked her if she'd ever seen one before and she lied that she hadn't. He made her put her fingers around it.
Shit, she thought, the old bastard's digging what he's doing so much it almost makes me horny just front watching him. I'm gonna give him a good time.
"Oh ... oh, Mr. Blevins," she cried. "Putting my hand on your thing makes me feel so funny between the legs. What... what's happening to me, anyway?"
The sweat was pouring off his brow. "Your little cunt's getting hot, sugar, that's what's happening to you. Jesus Christ, you're a pure little virgin who doesn't know a damned thing about her body, aren't you? Well, I'm gonna show you, honey. Lie down!"
She let him guide her onto the floor and he stripped off her panties with trembling hands. She kept her hand on his cock, barely fooling with it as though she'd never touched one before in her life. When the golden nest of her cunt was naked before his eyes he got down on his knees.
"Oh, my God," he wailed, "this is too much for an old man's heart. You're so cute and sexy under your clothes you're gonna kill me dead, you know it? You know what else? I don't give a good goddamn!"
He put his face on the flat surface of her tanned stomach and wallowed there like an animal. He made sounds in his throat that disgusted her. Yet some perverse part of her sensual young soul liked what he was doing to her, loved it. He worked his slobbering lips to the base of her tits and she wiggled her ass on the floor in ecstasy.
"Mr. Blevins," she crooned in his ear. "My ... my pussy-it's all wet. All wet and itchy!"
His response was a groan and a stream of mad mumbling she could barely make out.
"Ummmm, yes," he babbled. "That little pussy needs it... oh shit ... you pretty young sexpot... that pussy ... those legs to be fucking .. . umm ummm ... in there where it's juicy . .. fingering you, frigging your clit for you ... have you spread open and lemme feel you all over ... lick that hot pussy juice off your legs ... your mouth on me, your fat little tits all over my face ... oh, my God ... fucking your young cunt for you ... fucking you and looking at your naked twat and titties ... oh, my God, oh, my God!"
She wrapped her childish legs around him, strangely womanish in their length and curves, then pushed her cunt off the floor into the stiff monster sticking from his fly. The old man mashed the head of his heated organ against the fresh, juicy meat of her young cunt. She spread wide and let him know she needed it. He pressed it in. She yelped like a pup and pushed her tits into his face. He powered it on inside her, mumbling and gibbering as he did so, and she fairly steamed from the pleasure of feeling it slide across her plushy cunt walls.
"I ... I hate you for making me do this nasty stuff," she gasped. "I hate you for making me want to be fucked. But I sure do want to ... oh, man, I sure do want to be fucked. Oh, fuck me, Mr. Blevins . .. stick your old prick in deep and let me have ... that's the way ... oh, that's the way ... fuck it hard!"
The man was going crazy. His heart was pounding so hard he seriously thought every breath might be his last. Finally he gave one last surge into her hot young cunt and got his nuts off. He was so tired he didn't make a sound, just folded over and lay on the floor.
The old creep, thought Maxine to herself, her pussy throbbing and her tits drenched with sweat, he came before I was ready! She rolled onto her side and jammed her fingers into her red-hot slit, then jacked herself off till she got her cookies. She had such a good start that once she hit her peak she was able, by industriously frigging herself, to bring herself off two more times. Then she flopped onto her ass and lay panting and sweating in the rosy afterglow.
She hopped up and ran into the dressing room after a few minutes, leaving Mr. Blevins to recuperate as best he could. She found a small bathroom off the narrow hall behind the room and showered off. Then she dressed and went back to where Mr. Blevins was lying. It appeared he hadn't moved a muscle.
"When's the next time I'm supposed to come model things, Mr. Blevins?" she chirped brightly, as though nothing had happened. "And when do I get my first paycheck, huh?"
"I'll talk to you about it next week," he said weakly, and covered his eyes with his forearm.
"Hump!" she snorted. She turned on her heel, went back to the dressing room and grabbed two pairs of new panties. One she stepped into and wore and the other she stuffed between her school books. The old bastard can go to hell, she thought to herself as she walked out and slammed the door behind her. I have a good notion to tell Mom he raped me. No, I won't do that, I guess. But I won't take the model job, either. I couldn't stand to be around him very long.
When she got home there was a note from her mother saying that she had gone with Glen for a weekend on the lake. Trudy had called to ask if Maxine could spend Saturday night at her house and she gave her permission for it.
Friday night Maxine slept like a log. The next day she cleaned up her room some and ironed a few clothes. She looked forward to the night. It would be fun to spend the time overnight at Trudy's house.
During the day Trudy called to make sure and Maxine confirmed she'd be there. At seven o'clock she showed up at her front door with an overnight case and a smile on her face.
"Isn't it great!" exclaimed Trudy. "My folks are gone and we've got the place to ourselves."
Maxine eagerly agreed. They watched television for several hours and ate a big late dinner. Maxine started talking about boys a few times but Trudy never quite seemed interested. Maybe she wasn't old enough yet, Maxine decided.
"Wanna take a shower?" Trudy asked.
"Well, I'm already real clean," replied Maxine. "but I think I would like to take one. You know, just for the feel of it."
"Groovy," said Trudy. "Me too!"
They headed for the bathroom and Maxine had herself half stripped before she realized Trudy was still fully dressed.
"Aren't you gonna join me?" she asked Trudy.
"Sure you don't care?" said Trudy.
"Of course not," replied Maxine. "Why would I care?"
"Well," answered Trudy, "we've just got the one shower stall. You know, we'd be naked together in it and all."
"Heck, that's okay," reassured Maxine. "We're both girls, aren't we?"
Trudy shook her head and grinned. She started stripping. Maxine watched her slip out of her clothes. When she was down to her panties, Maxine was able to get her first good look at her friends tits. They'd never seen each other completely naked before. Although Trudy's were much smaller, of course, than hers, Maxine saw that they were very firm and had a saucy, pointed shape to them. They were about the size of very small lemons, with the nipple sticking out pert and stiff on each. Then Trudy stepped out of her panties and Maxine saw that she had a tiny bunch of hairs around the top of her pussy. They were soft and coal black. There couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty of them.
She stepped into the shower stall ahead of her little friend. "Remember once last year when we were talking about growing up?" Maxine asked. "You said you didn't have any hair on your pussy yet. What's all that stuff between your legs then, anyway?"
Trudy grinned. She seemed pleased that Maxine had noticed. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago," she said. "I've grown some since then. Looks like you've grown quite a bit too."
"No, I've had hairs on my pussy for a long time," said Maxine. "It hasn't changed much."
"I don't mean that part of your body," said Trudy.
Maxine realized Trudy was looking at her big naked tits. They turned on the water as she answered her. "Oh, my jugs?" she said. "Yeah, they still seem to be growing. You know, they've always been kinda big."
Trudy asked her to soap her back for her. Maxine took the soap and applied a thick blanket of the white lather. Afterwards Trudy asked if she wanted the same done to her and almost before Maxine answered her, she felt the warm pressure of two eager hands on her back. Before it was over, Trudy even managed to lather up the sides of her rib cage and touch her tits a little. "Oops," she said, making a joke of it.
When they were through they dried each other's backs. Again Trudy reached farther than necessary and rubbed her busy hands over Maxine's tits several times. "When they're warm, the nipples almost disappear," she remarked, looking at Maxine's tits. "So do mine. I guess I'm dumb... I didn't know anyone else's did that!"
Maxine grinned good-naturedly and they headed for the bedroom. Trudy seemed a bit embarrassed there was only one bed. Maxine said, "That's okay. One bed's all I have in my bedroom too. It's a double bed. There's plenty of room for both of us."
They climbed in and doused the light. Lying in the dark together made Maxine feel relaxed and peaceful. She began talking about personal things in her life. She came very quickly to what had become her central problem-being a thirteen-year-old girl with such big tits. Although she didn't tell Trudy all the details, she admitted to her that she had lost her cherry and let more than one man fuck her. She began to get a little despondent. All men seemed to care about was the size of her knockers, she said. She said she would like to find a guy who would really be in love with her. Closeness was what she wanted, she said.
Trudy had been listening intently without speaking. Now she said, "Listen, Maxine, I don't know how you feel about me-but you're my best friend. My very best. That's closeness, isn't it?"
She was really being sweet, Maxine realized, and she appreciated it. But even the deepest friendship with another girl couldn't satisfy her craving for a love affair with a boy. She told Trudy so. Then she heard her little brunette friend sigh and turn over facing the wall.
"Good night, sweet dreams," she said to Maxine. Maxine bid her the same, then tried to go to sleep. After a long time she felt the bed begin to move. It was very light, like a trembling. But it was regular as clockwork. Then in a flash, she realized what it was. It was Trudy-and she was obviously playing with herself! She had evidently waited until she thought Maxine was safely asleep and then started working on herself between her legs.
So she does frig herself, Maxine thought. She had suspected as much for a long time. She'd never been in the presence of anyone else playing with themselves before. It was kind of strange. But very soon Maxine began to experience a very different feeling. It was ... very sexy to be in the same bed with a person doing it to herself. She sensed her face was turning red in the dark. She knew very well that it was dirty to have such thoughts about another member of your own sex. The more she lay still beside Trudy as she masturbated, the more restless she became. She simply had to do something. At least speak up and tell Trudy she didn't have to hide what she was doing.
"Trudy, listen," she said, "I know what you're doing to yourself. But you don't have to hide it from me. I do it too, when I'm home in my bed and I get all worked up over something. Jeez, a girl's gotta get relief, doesn't she?"
Trudy stopped immediately upon hearing Maxine's voice. She had thought Maxine was about to tell her how nasty she was being. But when her words took such a different course, Trudy knew she didn't have to worry about being criticized for it. For a few minutes neither girl made a sound Then Maxine asked if Trudy hadn't heard what she said. "Go on and diddle yourself like you were doing before," she urged. "It doesn't bother me any. And I won't tell anybody, either."
Finally Trudy spoke. "You're groovy to admit you do it too," she said. "But I'm doing it for a different reason than you do it for. I... I'm afraid you don't understand."
Maxine rolled closer to her so she could hear Trudy's voice, which was fading out. It was clear she didn't want to talk about it, but Maxine couldn't understand why. Trudy said a few more words, this time so muffled it was impossible to tell what she said. Maxine leaned over her bedmate's body and found she had her face buried in the pillow. She put her hand on Trudy's shoulder and said, "What? I couldn't hear you. You've got to tell me. Why won't you talk to me?"
Trudy turned her face up and took Maxine completely by surprise as she threw her arms around her neck and hugged her. She buried her face in Maxine's thick blonde hair as she talked. "Don't you see? I was playing with myself because of you. That's why I'm ashamed to tell you," she said in a strained voice "What... what do you mean?" Maxine asked. Something told her she already knew the answer; that it was shameful and dirty. To make matters worse, Trudy's new position in bed made her hard little titties press right into the soft flesh of Maxine's jugs.
"That I'm in love with you, silly!" Trudy blurted out. "You can say I'm queer or whatever you want, but I've been crazy to have us naked together, hugging each other like this, ever since I've known you. Ever since we were only nine or ten years old! That's why I've never gone for boys. I always had my mind on you!"
Maxine was amazed at the revelation. But amazement was not the only emotion she felt. The closeness of Trudy's smooth-skinned, lithe little body was making Maxine feel a slowly but strongly growing passion. She tried to put it out of her mind but it wouldn't go. She felt her crotch go warm and damp. No, she told herself, I can't let myself feel this way. It's evil, it's the nastiest thing a girl can do. But she made no motion to remove herself from Trudy's tightening embrace. On the contrary, she found herself returning it! There was nothing at all between them now. At first they had only had their arms around each other, but now Maxine let Trudy worm her way under her body till Maxine was touching her from head to toe.
"Trudy, this is crazy," she finally said, "I know we shouldn't be doing things like this with one another but I... I-"
"Yes," Trudy excitedly demanded, "yes, what? You what?"
"I love the way you feel in my arms," Maxine admitted. "I really do. I always thought stuff like this was dirty but I... wow, you're so smooth and curvy next to me. Not like a guy at all."
"Oh, wow!" cried Trudy. "That's the way I've always hope you'd feel about me some day. I just never thought it would happen. It used to drive me wild to see your beautiful tits and think about rubbing mine against them. I've jacked myself off lots of nights dreaming about us doing that."
"What else?" asked Maxine, her voice soft and sexy. "What else did you dream about us doing together? I'm getting awful hot just hearing you talk about it."
"Here," said Trudy, "put your hand between my legs and you'll know how hot I'm getting. And lemme do the same."
The two youngsters tenderly pressed their fingers into each other's moist little slit. Their bodies trembled from the energy latent in their sweet, wet pussies. Although Trudy had thought about it for a long time, neither girl had ever actually had her hands on another girl before. Nor had either one ever had a female's hands on her. The forbidden thrill of making contact with another set of soft, firm titties and feeling the slick, juicy lips of another girl's pussy made their heads swim with desire for more.
Trudy squirmed out from under Maxine so that they both lay on their sides facing each other. She fingered Maxine's pussy and gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth. As soon as Maxine felt the fingers in her cunt, she knew immediately that she was in for a totally new and wonderful sex thrill. No man or boy had ever felt like that inside her pussy. Trudy seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched. And from the way the brunette was moving her ass back and forth and moaning, Maxine was having the same effect on her little cunt.
They opened their mouths and let their tongues meet. Maxine felt herself lost in the wild tossing of the mass of blonde and black hair that seemed to whirl around their heads. She humped her cunt against Trudy's fingers and luxuriated in the sensual pressure of their tits and tummies They licked each other's tongues and lips like sex-crazed little sluts. They were both sweating profusely, and Maxine could now smell the erotic scent of Trudy's hot, virginal little pussy. They worked on each other like cuddly little animals gone mad with perverted lust.
Trudy felt herself approaching her peak first and began whimpering from the thrill. She asked, in broken phrases, if Maxine was about to get her cookies too.
"Oh, God, yes!" hissed Maxine, her voice too thick with lust to speak aloud. "I'm right on the verge of coming... go ahead and get yours, lover, come off whenever you can!"
Trudy began kissing Maxine's tits with long, lavish swipes of her tongue that set her nipples on fire. She felt the kisses grow more intense and change into quick little bites, sharp but delicate, on the proud points of the tits.
"Oh, shit, here I go," cried Maxine, "here I go! Oh ... oooh ... oooh ... my cunt's on fire ... Jesus, I'm dying to . . . get my . . . cookies off ... oh ... oh .. . oh ... aiiieeeee!"
As a frantic orgasm rocked her body, she felt Trudy's lips tighten on one of her nipples and heard her whine and squeal like a young colt. The pussy juice poured hot and bountiful from her scantily haired little cunt and Maxine knew that her love mate had hit her peak too.
After they had both gotten their jollies, their pussies were still primed for more. It was then Maxine realized a benefit of lesbian love. There was no waiting around for a cock to get hard again when girls did it to each other. She started to play with Trudy's cunt again but Trudy stopped her.
"Wait," she whispered, "I wanna do something better this time."
"I'll do whatever you want," Maxine sighed. "Listen, Trudy, let's never tell our folks about this and keep being lovers forever. I... I'll never let a man in my panties again if you'll be there to do it with me. You love me for more than just my big tits... I can tell. And Trudy, I love you too. I really do!"
"Oh, wow, do you mean it?" cried Trudy. "You know how much I love you. We're gonna have a great time together. And it's gonna start right now, Maxine!"
Trudy scurried under the sheets and crawled toward the foot of the bed. Maxine felt her hands pass over her tummy, cunt, and upper thighs. When she stopped, Maxine felt a fantastic thrill like nothing she could ever have imagined. The trim brunette had pressed her hard little tit into the wet slit of Maxine's warm cunt and was working it in and out just like a man's prick. What it lacked in stiffness, it more than made up for in bulk and powdery smoothness. It seemed like a terribly naughty thing to do-as though lesbian love itself weren't bad enough already for two young teenagers. Yet the sensation of Trudy's firm titty sliding in and out of her pussy was too exciting to think of putting a stop to.
"Oh, Jesus," she cried, "you're ... oh, wow, you've got me so hot I'm about to come already! You sweetheart... I'm gonna give your little pussy some nice lovin' too!"
By bending forward, Maxine could easily put her mouth on Trudy's naked, sweaty little crotch. In seconds she had her mouth plastered to the nearly hairless lips and was shooting her tongue between the tight lips.
Trudy switched tits, pressing the other one into Maxine's snatch, and cried, "Oh, wow, your mouth's making me crazy down there-just crazy! Oh ... oh ... ooooh!"
Maxine knew she was going to come off very quick. She wanted to bring her lover along with her. She began stabbing the wet, fleshy tip of her tongue against Trudy's tiny clit. Under the exciting touch of the hot, slick member, Trudy began to respond fast.
By the time Maxine felt her cunt swell with the sweet heat of her second orgasm, Trudy's pussy was panting toward the same goal. The two youngsters clasped each other tightly and shuddered together like eels. Maxine's tongue was moving like a hummingbird's wing against Trudy's swollen clit, and Trudy's taut titty was pressing passionately into Maxine's slick-lipped, overheated cunt. Their breaths rasped like twin bellows. Their young faces contorted in the throes of maddening desire, and they both yelled out at once. The peak of their pleasure electrified each of their hungry little cunts.
They dropped exhausted into each other's embrace. Mustering their last measure of energy, they crawled under the sheets till both of their heads were once more at the same end of the bed. Then the damp-skinned youngsters held each other close and drifted towards sleep.
Just before dropping off all the way to her dreams, Maxine noticed that Trudy's face was affectionately buried between her big tits. She smiled to herself in the dark. All the trouble her two oversized jugs had caused her in the past was over and done with, she realized. This is what they were meant to do-hold her young lesbian lover's head safely through the night.
She sighed to herself. In the morning, she was sure there would be plenty of time for more of the new pleasures she had discovered in Trudy's arms. And for the next weekend, and the next, and the next.