Chapter 7
Betty-Ann Langdon was wearing only the sheerest black silk stockings and high-heeled shoes with ankle-straps, which pumped her shapely legs up erotically. She had nothing else on.
Nothing.
She was standing in the living room of Amanda DeVore's big log house. The fire was burning romantically in the big stone hearth, casting flickering shadows across her naked torso. It was the only light source in the room at the moment.
Across from her, seated on a sofa, wearing a black one-piece bathing suit and high-heeled shoes, was Amanda DeVore. Amanda's eyes roved delightedly and intimately along the fine lines of Betty-Ann's lithe young body, appreciating just what a purely physical animal she was!
Amanda had requested that Betty-Ann spend the evening with her and have dinner at her table. And what Amanda requested Betty-Ann to do, she nearly always did-which explained her reappearance at Camp Kanaki for as many summers as she wished to return.
At Amanda's express request, Betty-Ann had stripped to her stockings and shoes to serve the dinner, becoming, in effect, Miss DeVore's personal, naked waitress and cook. She had dined with the camp owner, wearing only her stockings and high heels, and made fun, relaxed dinner conversation, all bare-assed and bare-boobed. Amanda liked to have Betty-Ann around and at her beck and call. And she liked to have her around without any clothes on. This, somehow, enhanced her subservience, and made it crystal-clear that Miss DeVore expected her to be totally and willingly available for her every whim.
It was stimulating, thought Amanda, to have a lovely young thing like Betty-Ann eager to serve, and always nakedly available. To be able to look up any time she wanted to see her naked, full-figured young body seated or standing somewhere in the room really turned Amanda on!
And to be able to look down and see her willing and eager face buried between her widespread thighs ... ah! That, too, was exquisite!....
And would come later....
"Bring the wine bottle over here, Betty-Ann."
"Why, sure, Miss DeVore."
Betty-Ann filled the two long-stemmed crystal glasses with the last of the elegant white Rhine that had been the dinner companion. Setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, she handed Amanda her glass and, bending a knee coyly, toasted with a lusty clink the remainder of the evening.
"To us!"
"To us ... and this...." Amanda toasted Betty-Ann's luxuriant pubic triangle, pressing the cool crystal gently, but lingeringly, against her young bush. The base of the glass caressed her pouting labia in a cool circle. Amanda then -rimmed the glass with her tongue and drank her wine seductively.
Betty-Ann shivered. God ... she thought ... does she ever know how to get a girl ready! All evening, sitting around naked, just waiting for her to touch me ... and that's the first contact tonight!
Betty-Ann drank her wine without meeting her boss' gaze. They continued to sip in silence for a minute or so. Finally, Amanda broke the silence.
"Put your glass down for now, dear."
They both set their wineglasses on the coffee table.
Amanda's eyes wandered wantonly over her bared body, wallowing in its youthful resilience. Magnificent!
"Come closer, dear."
Betty-Ann stepped to within a foot of Miss DeVore, who was seated in front of her. Her boss straightened up into a sitting position, thus looking directly into Betty-Ann's curly cunt hair. The young girl was tense and nervous, waiting to have her boss touch her, kiss her ... lick her ... She knew that the waiting was a vital part of the foreplay for the older woman, but still ... how much waiting could a person be expected to stand!
Amanda's eyes followed the long, tapered thighs down into the black stockings, along the swelling calves, to the upthrust heels. Then she reversed her gaze and roamed up across the girl's rounded little tummy, her sweet, indented navel, her slim, high waist, the firm gourds that were capped with hanging cherries, full-blown with the gorged blood of desire, to the girl's lovely face.
Reaching out with a long finger, Miss DeVore trailed it scrapingly along her thigh, up and down, from the edge of her pubic hair to the top of the stocking. Then she allowed it to glide into the curly hair, teasing the sensitive area with tiny circles.
Betty-Ann caught her breath and clenched her fists.
The finger probed lower, to the top of the fur-covered slit of the girl's pussy, to her budding, nerve-tingling clitoris....
She prodded the magic button with her finger.
"Ooooooohhhhh...." squealed the younger girl.
The tender little clitty puckered right up for more attention, swelling pinkly, poking its lusty little peak through the fragrant hair. Amanda circled it erotically with her long finger, teasing it to full bloom. Then she peeled the puffy labia far apart with her thumbs, exposing the secret, coral-hued flesh within. Holding the lust-swollen, hair-fringed lips far apart, Amanda sent a stream of hot air directly into the girl's weeping pussy, eliciting a veritable trickle of lubricating readiness. Betty-Ann was ready. Her thighs trembled.
Playing the game, Amanda asked, "What would you like, dear?"
Betty-Ann knew, and enjoyed the game. "Kiss it. Kiss my cunt."
"Like this?" she asked, leaning forward and delicately kissing the erect clit with her soft lips.
It leaped to attention, and Betty-Ann reacted as if struck by lightning. "Ooooohhh ... my Goddddd...."
Amanda licked the tasty morsel between her kissing lips, stirring it up. Her hands went to the back of Betty-Ann's firm, tanned thighs, her fingers sliding up into the dank furrow between her rounded, enticing buttocks. She worked her fingers around the rim of the young girl's asshole, teasing the sensitive orifice with the promise of invasion. Her finger centered right on the puckered anus, and Betty-Ann gasped and thrust her hips forward into the wonderful mouth sucking and kissing and licking her throbbing little clitty.
Amanda then opened her wide mouth and sent her long tongue slithering down into the widespread gash of her pussy, licking it from base to clit in sweeping, searing swipes, making the young girl's knees literally quiver with desire and anticipation.
"Yesssss ... yesssss ... lick me. . lick me until my legs are weak! ... lick me until I can't stand up! ... lick me until I bang!"
She reached up and squeezed her own ripe, hungering tits, pulling and lifting the proud fruits, twisting the stiff tips, while Amanda licked and sucked her ardent cunt below.
Amanda began to eat Betty-Ann in earnest now. She chewed her clitty and licked her gash and speared her sweet cunt-hole with her long, obscene tongue, making the girl standing before her sizzle with pent-up lusts. Betty-Ann was in torment as she waited for the explosion that would release her, tossing her long silken hair about wildly on her shoulders, her mouth open in a grimace and her teeth bared.
Amanda's finger tickled her very asshole all the while.
Then Miss DeVore pulled her mouth away from the sopping-wet, delectable pussy that she had been feasting on, and placed her hands on Betty-Ann's hips. Slowly, she turned the young girl around so that she was facing the far end of the room. Betty-Ann's sweet, young ass confronted Miss DeVore's eyes-a truly fabulous sight!
"Bend over. Grab your legs just below your knees."
Betty-Ann did as she was told.
Amanda DeVore found herself staring, as she intended, into the upthrust ass and pussy of the obedient counselor. The black silk stockings set off the whiteness of her satiny buttocks beautifully, and the high-heels thrust them up as though on a podium.
Fabulous! thought Amanda. Just look at this! What a gorgeous ass and pussy! All stuck out for my convenience and appreciation. And just look at those tits swaying like pears from a tree! Too much ... !
And Betty-Ann was having her own private thoughts ... My God, I feel so helpless! And so horny! Now she's got my cunt and ass to play with ... I hope she gets me off soon ... I'll die if she doesn't!
Propped up on her long, silk-covered legs, Betty-Ann's ass cheeks and helpless, hairy little pussy were just begging to be loved! And Miss DeVore was eager to help out.
She reached out and placed her hands on the fabulous ass cheeks, caressing them fondly. Pulling them apart, she exposed the dimpled, puckered asshole that she had just been fingering.
She gazed lustily up the sweet asshole of the raven-haired counselor, a greedy smile stretching across her face. Then she took her right hand and held it around the front of the bent girl, in front of her swaying face. "Here," she said. She indicated her index finger. "Suck this."
Enraptured, and ready to do anything the older woman suggested, Betty-Ann complied. She closed her red lips around Miss DeVore's long index finger, her silken black hair tickling her wrist, and sucked on the digit as if it were a cock or a clit. She tongued it feverishly and coated it with her saliva, sucking it as ordered. When Amanda withdrew the finger from her lips, the clasping, sucking mouth slurped maddeningly in an attempt to keep its prisoner, but finally accepted its escape philosophically and mewled her pouts.
Amanda DeVore then took the wet, slippery finger and pressed it directly against the young girl's asshole and slipped it in an inch.
Betty-Ann started to straighten up, when Amanda slapped her buttock hard with her free hand. "Stay the way you are!"
Betty-Ann subserviently bent over, clutching her superb calves once more.
She's got her finger in my asshole.' she thought. She's never done this before ... My God! It's incredible! So ... so ... so, goddamn, fucking intimate and erotic!
"What a lovely little asshole, my dear."
Betty-Ann had goose bumps from the finger in her rectum. A shiver coursed through her sleek body.
"'very, very lovely." Amanda rotated the finger in a small circle, feeling the elastic passage accept the tiny, wriggling invader. The puckered little ring squeezed the long finger, and it slid deeper....
Deeper....
All the way in....
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... Up my assssss ... up my assssss...."
"Yes, my dear. Up your ass. Quite right. Up your pretty ass. Feel it ...?" She rotated the digit around lewdly in the secret passage while Betty-Ann's mouth hung open, her pink tongue hung out, her pear-shaped tits bobbed and dangled, and her hands tightened around her sleek, smooth calves, leaving pressure marks.
"It's such a lovely ass ... and such a perfect pussy...." And so saying, she slid her other finger up the oozing cunt-tunnel, tantalizing the tight-muscled elastic hole in tandem with her other hand's probing.
Now Betty-Ann was impaled in both the cunt and asshole! It was like being double-fucked strangely degrading, yet startling in the intensity of excitement it created.
She began to slide her hips around in a seductive circle, the better to feel her lover's fingers.
"Yes ... yes ... that's it ... fuck yourself with my fingers ... in the cunt and ass ... do it ... keep it up...." Amanda's eyes were wide with lust and power. She was seeping her own love sap into the crotch of her bathing suit, and rubbing her thighs together in unison with the thrusts and twists of her fingers.
"Oohhhhhh ... Miss DeVore! ... I can't believe it! ... It's fucking fantastic!....
Amanda's thumb moved to Betty-Ann's taut clit and began to stimulate it manually, rubbing and stroking and pushing and teasing it. Her fingers continued to fuck into the girl's holes.
Betty-Ann was losing her mind. The additional attention to her clit was the straw that was going to break the proverbial camel's back.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, wow, wow, wow, ooo, ooo, ooo rubmerubmerubme fuckmefuckmefuckme."
Her hips were in full motion, her gorgeous ass rotating like a beacon burning brightly in the flame-flickering light of the room. She began to shake her hair out' so that it fell toward the floor and trailed along the pine boards there.
And in a blasting, sudden bolt of spasming, she climaxed fiercely! "OoohhaaaaahhhhhhHHHHHHHHAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW wwwwwwwoooooooooooooo....
UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UHN!!!" She spread her thighs widely and bucked back onto the intimate fingers, again and again, and again and again....
Raven-haired Betty-Ann Langdon, twenty-year-old senior counselor at Camp Kanaki, mindlessly fucked herself back onto Miss Amanda DeVore's obscenely probing fingers, impaling her lovely young ass and cunt repeatedly as wave after wave of pent-up orgasm broke free to course and shudder through her stunning and subservient body.
"Do it! Do it! Oh, oh, oh, oh ... fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS AND FUCK MY CUNT! DON'T EVER STOP!"
Her hands remained clamped on her calves, keeping her loins widespread and upthrust. She shook a few more times convulsively, shivered, quivered, then began the long, slow descent back to reality, back to the physical pace which accompanies the aftermath of a satisfying climax.
Amanda lingeringly withdrew her exploring fingers, wiped them on a nearby napkin, and bent forward to kiss a perfect ass cheek and rest the hot flesh against her cool, elegant cheekbone, snuggling her face to the soft, creamy buttock skin.
Slowly, Betty-Ann straightened up, easing up from the dizziness of her posture. As she did so, Amanda's hands roved up her flat stomach to cup her hanging gourds, nestling them gently in her warm palms. She continued to keep her cheek pressed affectionately against the young counselor's moon-shaped buttock.
Gathering her strength and settling her mind before attempting to speak, Betty-Ann could only comment, "That was really something, Miss DeVore ... You really know how to set a girl up for the big event. If even half the guys had your instincts and ability to bring a girl off, there'd be no virgins anywhere! We'd all be in line for it!"
Her words stirred a memory in Amanda DeVore. Something about no more virgins ... Ah! ... Of course ... that was it! ... Young Chuck Ramey and Debbie Cumberland ... They'd gone out tonight on a "date". Unless I miss my bet, she thought, Debbie Cumberland is no longer a virgin ... especially after what I saw as the preliminaries down at the beach last week.
She'd kept an eye on the pair more so than usual after her accidental "sighting" of their genital groping, and could see how they were both steaming to get back to one another and back to what they'd been so rudely interrupted at that morning.
Glancing at the clock on the far wall, she saw that it was 11:30 PM. Curfew soon. They'd be back shortly.
An idea began to form in her head.
A bit of fun! That's what we need ... And Chuck and Debbie could provide it.
She looked at Betty-Ann. Sure, she thought.
She'll go along with it ... if I tell her about it ... It's right up her alley....
Betty-Ann turned to face the older woman. Since Miss DeVore had not yet climaxed, Betty-Ann was wondering what she might have in mind. She knew that she had to cum somehow ... especially after the preliminary round they'd just been through.
"What can I do for you, Miss DeVore?"
Amanda smiled. "Listen, my dear. I have an idea that might be interesting-and fun! You know that Debbie and Chuck went out together tonight?...."
Each of the four counselors presently at Kanaki was fortunate enough to have his or her own cabin-at least until the beginning of July when further troops would arrive. Following her discussion with Miss DeVore, Betty-Ann had placed the note in Chuck's cabin-on his pillow, and had gone to Debbie's cabin to await her return.
Miss DeVore had said that she was sure that both Chuck and Debbie had been having a highly sexually inclined evening, based on evidence and observation-and intuition. It was the perfect time to hit them with further potential sexual escapades, since they would still be reeling from the effects of the night, and it would seem to flow naturally from the previous chain of events.
Betty-Ann, she had said, could have Debbie. She herself would try Chuck for tonight. It was their chance to initiate them to newer ideas....
Almost right at twelve, Debbie came through the door.
"Betty-Ann! What are you doing here?"
Betty-Ann's eyes quickly took in Debbie's short skirt and half-open blouse. Her hair was disheveled. Yes, she thought ... she's been going at it pretty heavy tonight. Probably got herself good and fucked, if she's at all smart.
"Couldn't sleep. I'm all tense, Debbie. Sorry for barging in on you like this. I know you were out with Chuck. Have a good time?" She smiled.
"Uh, why, yes...." Debbie's eyes glanced away.
"I'll just bet you did, sweetheart! Betty-Ann watched as Debbie put her purse down in the corner and noticed the puff of silk peeking out of its open top. She squinted and looked more closely....
Panties! Her panties! She doesn't even have them on! Well ... that's good news!
Betty-Ann's eyes roved up Debbie's long legs, knowing that she was bare-ass naked under the tiny skirt. Debbie seemed embarrassed at her staring and turned to kick off her high-heeled sandals.
Betty-Ann was sitting on the side of Debbie's bed in a baby-doll nightie without panties. Debbie was surprised, to say the least. She could see the pink, pointy circles of her nipples through the flimsy garment too. It certainly hid nothing!
Debbie could even see her dark triangular pubic bush, nestled hidden under the nightie's frilly nylon hem. Her eyes followed the older girl's long, flowing, tanned legs to where her ankles locked together on the floor. She really is beautiful, Debbie thought.
And Debbie felt a strange warmth as she gazed at her co-worker's sensual body-a warmth that surprised her in its similarity to the heat that she had experienced with Chuck....
God, she thought ... Her body's exciting! ... In a strange sort of way ... Got to get that out of my mind....
"It's my ... my ... breasts, Debbie," said Betty-Ann with calculated shyness. Her comment drew Debbie's eyes to the high, pointed mammaries behind the sheer nylon veil. "They're so ... so sore ... that I needed another girl's opinion about whether or not they were OK...." She even managed a blush!
Debbie was instantly filled with sympathy. "Why, that must be awful! Of course, I'll help ... What can I do?"
A smile secretly crossed Betty-Ann's face. Then it quickly disappeared. She slipped the baby-doll up and over her head and sat on the bed starknaked-and, realized Debbie, stunningly attractive.
"They're so sore, Debbie! If you could just check them over and give me your opinion-I mean, a kind of neutral, detached examination, to see if you can spot anything I can't see ... Can you help?"
Debbie hummed for a minute. "Why, sure, OK, Betty-Ann. If it'll help. Sure...."
She went over and sat beside the naked beauty. Her own skirt rode up on her firm, swelling thighs. "What can I do?"
"Feel them. Check underneath them where I can't see. They feel so tight and hard! Maybe you could tell me if it's something physical, in your opinion, or if it's just my imagination." She thrust the ski-sloped jugs forward. Their tips looked like startled rabbits.
Again, Debbie felt strangely uncomfortable, and not a little excited. The girl was, after all, quite beautiful! And she was naked....
Debbie reached out a hand and touched Betty-Ann's naked, swollen tit. Then her other hand sought out the other bare boob, catching it in her cupped palm.
The flesh did feel tight and hard! But it also felt smooth, warm, and like expensive satin. Debbie felt her own nipples harden in response to the contact with the girl's bare skin.
She cupped and hefted and stroked the bare boobs, going through the motions of checking for something out of the ordinary. As she inspected the tits, the only thing she did notice was the way the girl's nipples stiffened and grew into tough, spiked nubbins. Her own nipples were as hard as nails!
Betty-Ann's hand dropped and rested on her thigh, at the edge of the short skirt. Pretending she didn't notice it was a monumental task, as her thigh broke out in gooseflesh! Her grip on the older girl's bare tits tightened slightly, and she began to breathe deeply, as if she were surfacing from a long dive.
She was getting turned on!
And Betty-Ann did not fail to notice.
She slid her hand up the silken thigh to the warm, welcome tangle of pussy curls hidden underneath. Debbie gasped and rolled her eyes back in her head, gripping Betty-Ann's rubbery breasts in her long fingers, reshaping them to fit her squeezing hands. Her long evening of fucking and sucking with Chuck Ramey had left her totally vulnerable to any overtures of a sexual nature, so stirred up-and stimulated was she-both physically and mentally.
"Oh ... Betty-Ann! We shouldn't! It's just not right...."
The older counselor silenced her by pressing her soft, open lips to hers, and reaching right up boldly to cup her pouting pussy with her entire hand! Her naked tits pressed against the younger girl's firm breasts through the blouse that separated them. Her tongue stole into Debbie's lovely, warm mouth, seeking her own tongue ravenously.
Debbie sighed audibly and gave in.
Her thighs spread apart, opening the gateways for Betty-Ann's searching hand. She couldn't believe how exciting it all was! It was so forbidden ... to make love to another female ... She had heard that such things were done ... But to do them!....
The older girl's hand roamed freely, and gently, over the upper and inner thighs, over the belly and curly pussy hair, down into the swollen cuntlips, stroking, caressing, petting. Debbie lifted one foot up onto the bed, spreading her legs farther apart....
Betty-Ann ran her fingers down into the crack of her ass, and teased up the fissure, finally imbedding one long finger all the way up Debbie's oozing snatch.
Debbie countered by sucking furiously and lustily on the girl's tongue, holding it prisoner by pure suction. Her hands twisted and worshipped the bare boobs in her grip, pinching the long nipples to full erectness.
Suddenly, Betty-Ann pushed the pretty blonde down on the bed on her back, quickly undid the buttons on the blouse, and pulled it open, baring her full, rounded breasts, like overturned bowls, with flower petals on top of each summit. Then she bent and sucked a nipple up into her mouth, pulling and loving it with her lips, startling Debbie with the intensity of her passion....
A passion which served to fuel her own....
"Oh my God! Betty-Ann! What you're doing! Sucking my breast ... my nipple ... your mouth ... your tongue...." She moaned and arched her tit into the sucking mouth. "We shouldn't ... we shouldn't ... oooohhhh...."
Betty-Ann remained undaunted, sucking and laving the stiff tit with her lips and tongue, making it as hard and rigid as a tiny piece of coral. With her other hand she fondled the other quivering boob, stroking it out into an elongated pear-shaped fruit, ripe for plucking.
Debbie's hands continued to knead her colleague's firm cones.
Letting the tit slip from her lips with a naughty popping sound, Betty-Ann sat back and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Debbie's shirt. "Lift your hips, darling."
"Ohhh ... Nooo...." But she lifted her wide, feminine hips, and Betty-Ann pulled the short skirt off her limp legs completely. Debbie lay on the bed, her tempting body bared except for her tangled, open blouse.
Betty-Ann knelt on the floor and swivelled the girl so that her legs, bent at the knees, dangled to the carpet. She was kneeling between her long, parted limbs, while the luscious blonde's upper body rec-lined on the bed, her arms tossed wide in abandon.
My God ... what am I doing? thought Debbie.
First Chuck ... now Betty-Ann ... What's happening to me?
The one thing she did know was how wonderful the evening had been. And now this! There had never been an evening like it-and probably could never be another. All this sensation-and for the first time!
Her ripe young body could not get enough!
Betty-Ann's lips touched the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh, and she felt like she had just been branded-but pleasantly. Sighing, and opening her thighs wider, she exposed her recently fucked and sucked and chewy pussy to the wicked advances of the older girl. Betty-Ann's hands moved up under the gorgeous ass cheeks of the supine girl and dragged her forward by the squishy mounds, leaving her ass suspended half-on and half-off the bed. Then she pressed the gates of her thighs farther apart and enjoyed the spectacle of the girl's pouting, blonde, hair-fringed cunt.
Its lips were pulled open and her clit jutted out obscenely. Below it, the fleshy folds narrowed darkly, then widened again at her vaginal opening, where the lubricating juices were flowing like a Spring run-off down into her split buttocks.
Debbie moaned and writhed under her lewd gaze.
Betty-Ann returned her lips to the creamy thighs, kissing and licking her way reverently up toward the succulent folds of her tasty pussy.
She ran her tongue along the girl's lust-inflamed labia, licking into the hairs, before burrowing it into the buttery channel and slurping up her heady, musky taste.
"Oh ... Betty-Ann!...."
The tongue continued its pilgrimage to unknown shores, licking and sliding and teasing the precious cunt offered to it.
She tasted fabulous!
"Yesss ... yesss ... I can't stand it ... lick me, Betty-Ann ... lick me ... Suck me ... oh, please, suck me ... Suck my hot cunt...."
"Pretty pussy...." replied the kneeling girl. "Delicious little pussy...."
She plunged her tongue right up the pink, elastic hole, pressing her teeth against the soft labia and her nose into the hairy triangle. She stretched her tongue farther....
"Oh! Ooohhhh! Oooooooooooooooo...." Her tongue is up my cunt! the girl realized. Right up my cunt! It's fabulous! It's magnificent!
"Fuck me with that tongue! Lick me out! Ohhhhh ... Do it!"
Betty-Ann wormed her way around in the tight, slippery feminine channel, fucking her pussy with her spongy tongue. Her hands squeezed the girl's buttocks, and Debbie's long legs rose up and settled on her shoulders, drawing Betty-Ann's face more firmly into the intimate nook.
Betty-Ann could feel the cool, smooth thighs against her cheeks, and the strong tapered legs locked around her head and back. Between Debbie's legs, she realized, was a wonderful place to spend your time!
She slipped her tongue out of the secret hole and licked upward, finally sucking the rubbery little clit into her lips.
"Oooowwwww...." howled Debbie. "Suck my clit! Yes! Yes! Suck my clit! CHEW IT!" She fed the bite-sized tidbit up into the clasping lips.
Betty-Ann sucked her clit relentlessly and expertly. Her lips were like an elastic band, her teeth like gentle scrapers, her tongue like a silken eel. The younger girl was lost.
It's like heaven! Debbie thought. I'm going to cum-again!
Like a long, low tidal wave, the orgasm rushed up from the depths of her loins and she screamed with joyous release, eyes wide and watery. The mouth continued to suck at her clit, draining every last shudder from her wracking form, sucking her to full, complete and resounding satisfaction.
It was several minutes before Debbie realized that the suctioning mouth had abandoned her tender pussy, leaving her vaginal muscles limp and relaxed. Opening her eyes, she realized that the girl was crawling up her naked body, straddling her-a leg on each side.
Betty-Ann crawled up Debbie's shapely torso until her hairy, pouting cunt was directly over the younger girl's face.
"Now," she said, "it's my turn!"
Debbie didn't know what to do.
"Do what I did to you-with ... variations. I'm really steaming for it, dearie. Lick me." She stared down into the wide eyes of the girl who'd only just been initiated into the raptures of feminine love. "Suck it. Suck my clit. Until I cum"
She bent her knees and lowered her cunt onto the girl's face, shifting it over her mouth. Debbie's hands came up to grip the girl by the buttocks, and she opened her timid mouth and her tiny, wet tongue peeked out.
And she licked the cunt.
She was surprised to find that it was not at all repulsive. In fact, it was delicious! And exciting....
She licked the flowery gash from top to bottom, from cunt-hole to clit, licking and pushing in with her tongue, trying to make the older girl feel as good as she had felt. She closed her pursed lips around the scented nubbin of the clitoris, sucking it like a leech.
Staring down at the face buried between her legs, Betty-Ann reveled in her conquest. Miss DeVore had been right. Debbie was ready for it-ready for anything! She watched in appreciative admiration as the young girl supped and dined at her cunt, eating her way to heaven, and taking Betty-Ann there as well.
Debbie Cumberland-sweet innocent little Debbie-was eating her cunt like it was apple pie with whipped cream. Betty-Ann hunched her pussy closer to the greedy mouth that was going to get her off, knowing that she could have Debbie's face buried there anytime she could arrange a time and a place this summer.
She began to slide her hips back and forth, delighting in the liquid sensation of the mouth of the stunning naked blonde between her taut thighs.
And she reflected, briefly, on what must be happening between Miss DeVore and Chuck Ramey right about now....