Chapter 1
At ten-thirty at night, the April air clinging around the broken-down hotel was as hot and muggy as it had been at sunset. Even the sea breeze off the Havana waterfront couldn't stir the swampy thickness of incipient mildew that clung around the three girls.
Linda Martin had never been more than thirty miles from Akron, and the tumblers of fierce white rum she sipped had barely taken the edge off her tourist excitement. Linda was tall, nearly five-eight, and her wavy red hair rippled like a live carpet from her head to the middle of her back. Her wide green eyes were separated by an upturned, slightly freckled nose. The eager, thirsty look of those un worried .eyes was the only thing that could possibly take attention from the luscious sensuality of her red-painted lips or the high, proud breasts that forced the front of her mint-green nightgown up and forward. "We better put Maxine to bed," she said to Judy Hawkins, indicating the sharp-faced blonde's slumped body with her chin. Linda missed the surly, rum-soaked glare Maxine shot back.
Judy was a brunette, with short-cut hair and an on-guard look to her features. The few times she let herself relax, Judy was very pretty in spite of the cutoff sweatshirts and baggy corduroy trousers she wore at Akron Junior College. "Yes, Maxie's through for the night," Judy agreed. The striped cotton pajamas she wore couldn't conceal the lithe, ballerina-like grace of her motions, or the self-assured way she tugged the small blonde off the blotched rug.
Linda blushed, adjusting the falling strap of her nightgown and felt her boob bounce. "I don't see how you stand those jammies in this heat," she said, flapping the hem of her nightie. "You can't get any air circulation!"
Judy had a wry smile on her thin lips when they dropped Maxine in the bed. Maxine's nightgown was up over her hips, her puffy crotch filling her panties. The icy chill of Maxine's last unfocused glare held Linda stock-still until she staggered back against the edge of the other bed. Linda's innate Ohio modesty made her want to cover the blonde's half-exposed body, but she was paralyzed by the anger she'd seen in Maxine's face. The sultry young redhead blinked two or three times, then sat on the other bed. "Wooo," she muttered. "Maybe I should have stopped drinking sooner!" Linda put on the giddy, goofy smile that had helped win the cheerleader election back home.
Judy didn't buy it. She grabbed the half-full glasses off the table and sat next to Linda. She waited for the redhead to take another sip of the rum, then dropped a bombshell that shattered what was left of Linda's half-drunk composure. "I'm not going back to Ohio, Linda. I'm staying in Cuba." She waited while the words sank in, then went on.
"I'm going to join the Revolution." Judy's voice lowered to a conspiratorial half-whisper. "I brought money with me ... thousands of dollars for food and guns and medicine for Castro's army. I'm meeting a contact tomorrow ... April ninth, at noon."
Everything from those words on was a blur to Linda. The girl remembered agreeing to distract Maxine while Judy disappeared, and the hurried, quiet way Judy had stripped off her pajamas to show Linda how her body had hardened for the hot, hidden marches through mountain and swamp where the guerillas ran. The words were lost, dissolved in rum, but a snapshot of Judy's dry-skinned, lean body stayed in her mind. It was etched there permanently, from the brown-tipped cones of Judy's breasts, across the firm, taut skin of her belly and down to the light padding of feminine fat over long, lissome dancer's legs. In response to Judy's urgency, Linda had rolled to the center of the mattress, her pulse racing. She knew she was old enough that Judy's nudity shouldn't shock her, but the quick display struck a disturbing chord in Linda's own body.
Then, Linda remembered, Judy had rolled onto the mattress beside her. They had stared at each other, swimming in the bittersweet murk of too much rum. Their hands touched, and strange tingles ran along Linda's arms, then down to the center of her belly.
The feelings weren't completely new ... Linda had stifled a similar tingle when a date had tried worming his hands under her skirt. There was no threat this time, though, and the smooth, soft touches of Judy's hands were in tune with Linda's own feelings, like a harpstring picking up the clear hum of a tuning fork. The stifling heat and the rum and the slow, measured rotation of the lazy fan above them made it all seem dreamy, like swimming underwater. Linda let Judy slide the long green nightgown up to her hips, her waist, then lifted her shoulders and stretched her arms out as the garment flowed over her head. She made a helpless, beckoning motion with her hands, inviting Judy to hold her, but the brown-haired Lesbian was fascinated by the curves and textures of Linda's body.
And Linda accepted it. The glistening look of erotic admiration in Judy's eyes made Linda feel truly proud of her body for the first time in her life. A vague hint of inhibition tried to surface in Linda's mind, but the rum and her awakening body silenced it.
Judy reached slowly with her fingertips, and the long pads of her fingers traced a curving line along the outer swell of Linda's pale breasts. The pink cast of the sheltered redhead's skin paled slightly under the feathery touch, then colored again. Judy's fingernail scratched at the rim of Linda's coral aureole, and the surface of the circle crinkled and darkened.
The points of Linda's breasts were over an inch long, blunt-tipped and rubbery. Blood pulsed to them until the lush nipples looked lipsticked against the translucent skin of her bosom. Even the random dusting of tiny freckles on the tops of the mounds stood out more against the translucent blue of the tiny veins that meandered toward Linda's delectable nipples. Linda felt a glow of pride when Judy's lips opened slightly and the brunette's tongue moved sideways against the lingual surface of her even white teeth. Linda blushed.
The hot pinkish tint spread from her ears and cheekbones to her long, lovely throat, then down as far as the upthrust tips of her forty-inch breasts. Judy touched the tips of Linda's nipples.
Linda's expression was asking for something. She felt the hunger all through her, but she wouldn't allow herself to know what it was. Her hips whispered, moving from side to side on the shabby bedspread. She watched Judy's eyes moving on her skin, and the center of her loins warmed. Tentatively, afraid of a word, or even a glance, she touched Judy's upper arm.
Judy didn't stop her lascivious survey of the tall redhead's luscious body. Her fingers trailed from the peaks of Linda's magnificent breasts and followed the high-arched line of her ribs. She ran a fingernail along the vulnerable hollow of Linda's solar plexus, then into the wide, shallow cup of her navel. Linda's stomach curved softly to a trim line just above the lovely indentation, then rose in an enticing curve. At the outsides of the fine downcurve, her hipbones were padded with a thin cushion of feminine flesh. The curve beside each horn of her pelvis was wide as a cradle. It tapered down into insanely long, full thighs. Judy knelt astride Linda's narrow waist and stared lovingly into the very center of Linda's exquisite femininity.
A light, musky odor, like expensive perfume, had begun to rise from the ripe swell of Linda's lovemound. The coppery hair was two shades darker than the curls on her head, and it grew thinly enough that the crevice between her virginal pussylips showed through. A maze of bluish veins ran just beneath the surface of the tender skin, veins that swelled the outer labia into puffy readiness as Judy watched. A glistening strip of moister, softer flesh began to peek through at the center.
The tight, virginal shape of Linda's pussy invited the cupping pressure of a hand or the slow, lascivious caress of a slithering tongue. Tiny beads of pussycream clung to the bases of the red hairs, gleaming like tiny diamonds. Judy's breath stirred the hairs, and Linda involuntarily rolled her hips upward.
The rising power of the sensations in her body disturbed Linda. She'd never had to cope with feelings like the ones that emanated from her loins right now. There was a hungry, hollow throbbing in Linda's belly, like a far-off bass drum beating in time to her heart. Her nipples hurt in a strangely pleasant way. The whole mound of each titty ached for some pressure, some new touch that she'd not needed before. Linda reached up like a drowning swimmer and touched Judy. The brunette turned around and each girl gathered the other close.
Even in the muggy heat of the hotel room, the touch of skin on her own sweating flesh was welcome. The strange heat in her loins flared higher. Judy kissed her, both sets of lips opening slowly and lasciviously.
Linda's tongue found its way into Judy's mouth. Linda's body reacted with a lewd urgency that surprised her. Linda hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into the shared contact.
She ran her hands along Judy's back, running her palms from Judy's shoulders to the hot, round firmness of the brunette's asscheeks. Linda heard a moan, but the clinging wetness of the two girls' mouths hid the source. She didn't know if it was her voice or Judy's.
Judy's hands began moving again, gliding silkily along the outer swell of Linda's bosom, pressing the aching mounds up against Judy's own tits. Linda's nipples bored into the dry warmth of Judy's skin. Judy's titty-points pressed lascivious sensation into Linda's large, lewdly aching breasts.
A warm, slightly scratchy sensation near the base of Linda's belly turned moist. It was as warm and soft and erogenous as the feelings in her own pussy. Linda rocked her hips upward and tautened her belly against the rubbing, sliding pressure of Judy's vulva. Linda opened her thighs and a long, slender leg pressed against her lovemound.
Linda was amazed at the erotic sensitivity of her flesh. Without the grabbing, hurried creep of a boy's fingers there, her labia seemed to blossom open. Judy's thigh didn't threaten to invade her secret channel, or grab and twist at the curly hairs. It merely pressed easily to and fro on her labia, spreading the slow-oozing cream from her vagina to the stiffening tension of her clitty. Linda tightened her hands on Judy's springy ass.
"Ummm-hmmm," Judy moaned, twisting her lips against Linda's mouth. She tugged at Linda's shoulders and the two women rolled onto their sides. Both pairs of legs opened, inviting the kneading pressure of a female thigh against the steamy warmth of exposed labia.
Linda moved her hand slowly up toward Judy's breast. She cupped the joyously hard mound. A forbidden excitement grew, like the rising flicker of flames in a fresh-lit fireplace. Mild as it was, it was Linda's first taste of active sexual participation. She felt her body flowing against Judy's like the taste of liqueurs coating her palate in some smoky club. She felt the need and urgency of another person's hungers, and she wasn't afraid. Linda melted against Judy, every nerve on the surface of her skin finding a fresh, delicious way to feel femaleness.
Linda lost track of the places her hands caressed and squeezed, molded and kneaded. The rising roar of her pulse in her ears orchestrated the chords of musical sensation four hands drew from two ecstatic bodies.
Linda looked at Judy's smiling face, at the lips that were glossy and wet with hunger, at the eyes that were closing with sheer pleasure, and nodded at the question that hung in the air between them.
Linda marveled at the firm, sweet-Burfaced sway of Judy's breasts in her hands. She caressed the whole luscious shape of each conical titty, and then ran her thumbs across the rubbery nipples. Linda felt a pure, child-like joy when the tips sprang back into place, all but begging for another touch.
Judy's lips began to creep down Linda's body. A thrill of shame flashed in Linda's mind, then disappeared under a flood of heat when Judy's gluey-soft lips touched her breast. Lips gripped the tip of Linda's nipple lightly, pulling out and away. The coral point slipped out of her mouth, setting concentric rings of rippling sensation in motion. The lusty feeling went all through the jelly-like mound of her titty and set waves running up and down her spine.
That feeling of sin, that half-remembered prohibition, grew stronger, but the luscious beauty of Judy's lips on her nipple overwhelmed it. Linda arched her back, offering her bosom to her friend. She felt the lasciviously erogenous slide of a tonguetip across the semicircle of aureole beneath each nipple. Linda moaned.
She gripped Judy's breasts harder, relishing the contrast of lean firm flesh under the satiny smoothness of Judy's skin. The nuggety brown points of Judy's nipples pressed against Linda's palms in the same lewd, hungry way Linda's nipples offered themselves to Judy's mouth.
Linda loved the way those enticing lips covered the whole sensuous ring of each aureole in turn, then glided back to tug at the tips again. Linda sighed, and her fingers pressed deeper into the lewd springiness of Judy's tits.
An oily warmth flowed from Linda's vagina, a bubbling stream of luscious juice that heated the whole trough of her loins. Linda pushed the mysteriously swampy center of her pussy up at Judy, and her thigh touched Judy's pussymound.
The lewd heat in her breast had a strange, erotic connection with the crinkly moistness of the other girl's cuntal zone. Linda rubbed her full, fair-skinned thigh against the puffy warmth of Judy's pussy, and a slick, oily fluid coated her skin. It was a magical liniment that oozed soft warmth into her muscles. Linda slid her hands down the wide curve of Judy's hips and marveled at the youthful firmness of her ass cheeks. Linda pulled Judy to her, revelling in the flow of cream on her thigh and the grinding, rolling motions of Judy's leg on her own pussy. "Ohhh, Judy," she moaned, pressing her breasts at the brunette's face and tugging at her hips. "Ohh, god!"
"Yes, Linda, yes!" Judy sighed. She gave the tip of each nipple a last flashing lap of her tongue, then -edged her thigh from between Linda's legs. She rolled Linda onto her back and turned around, straddling the red-haired girl's head.
Linda looked down and saw Judy's breast hanging enchantingly over her own belly. She opened her mouth unconsciously, licking toward the dark-brown tips of Judy's nipples. Linda raised her knees automatically when Judy's hands circled under her thighs. She opened her legs wider, responding to the light touch of Judy's fingertips at the tops of her thighs, then realized what Judy was about to do.
"Noooo! Judy...." Linda begged. Her knees moved together, trapping the brunette's head between her thighs. "It's ... I'm.... No, please!"
"It's all right, Linda," Judy whispered. "Ooooh, you're so lovely ... I have to!" She tugged free of Linda's loosening thighs and looked between their bellies at Linda's face. "Please, honey, you'll like it!" she begged.
Linda looked down through the high, wide canyon of her own cleavage, past the down-hanging delights of Judy's breasts. She couldn't stand to see the pleading look in Judy's eyes. Linda shifted her gaze, looking up.
There above her was a brown-furred nest that stuck in her mind like a photograph. The rich, wide, aromatic center of Judy's gaped-open pussy looked impossibly moist and inviting. The scent of Judy's arousal filtered into Linda's nostrils and stopped any protest she could still have made. Linda felt soft fingers work along the sides of her labia, and she let her thighs relax. A thin, soft stream of air caressed and cooled the center of her pussy, and Linda moaned.
Linda couldn't stop the silky slide of her hips on the bedspread. She stared up at the moist red center of Judy's pussy. That's what I look like, with the little fold at the top and those tiny inside lips right next to a little oval hole. My god, I can feel that same blush down there, the redder part that goes all the way to my back hole and out to my thighs!
The darkened edges of Judy's pussylips moved, opening and closing. The orchid-like mouth of her vagina slowly tensed and relaxed, showing the glowing pink of the inner folds. Red heat ran from the triangular hood of the brunette's clitty to the front edge of her rectum. The whole area was slick, glistening with the clear fluid of her arousal. Linda drooled as she looked up at the easy contractions and openings of the delicate pussymouth.
Like a hypnotized dreamer, Linda raised her hands. She slid her palms along Judy's trim waist and along the skin. Her hands reached the outside of Judy's supple buttocks. She stopped the slight, slow motions of Judy's hips long enough to study the enticing red of her pussy center and the surrounding nest of wet brown hair. Linda gulped.
A warm, wet touch on her own labia made Linda shut her eyes. The warmth, the texture, the incredible slipperiness told Linda that it had to be Judy's tongue. Her sphincters tightened with a chill that flashed the whole length of her spine. The lascivious slither went up the outer edge of one pussylip, then down the inside of her other thigh. The curly coarseness of her red pussyhairs pressed into the sensuous surface of her inner labia. Linda gripped Judy's asscheeks tighter.
The next gliding slither of tongueflesh went right down the tight crevice at the center of her lovemound. A ripple of tension traveled straight to Linda's brain. As the tongue passed, Linda felt her thighs opening wider, offering her secret center openly to lascivious motions of Judy's mouth. The sticky slices of her inner labia parted, and a second stream of exhaled air ran along the middle of the moist tissues. Linda moaned again, louder.
Judy kissed along the top of Linda's lovemound, and the redhead swiveled her hips. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever known. The easy, half-teasing motions of Judy's tongue tantalized her, making her anticipate the next touch. Judy waited just a fraction longer than Linda had thought she would, and the next slithering lick took her pussy by surprise.
The sliding rhythm of Judy's tongue accelerated, but never quite enough. The brunette's mouth stayed a tempting step behind the pace of Linda's arousal. Soon, Linda felt long, loving, almost constant strokes running up and down the center of her pussy. The moves alternated at random, toying with the rise of lewd heat in the redhead's cunt zone. The coppery hairs parted, and the crevice was ready.
Judy stopped licking. Linda thought she would die. Her hips rose and fell, moving in a sensuous figure-eight. She whimpered.
"Kiss me ... kiss my pussy, too," Judy said. Her voice was a passionate growl. She lowered her hips, bringing the dripping center of her nest almost to the tip of Linda's nose, and moved lustily back and forth.
Linda closed her eyes. Delicately, half-afraid of what might happen, she extended her tongue. The redhead raised her face and felt the marvelous wet warmth of Judy's pussyfolds against her lips. A tentative dab at the spot where she remembered Judy's vagina was coated her mouth with a marvelous fluid that soaked into the tissues of her palate. She swallowed, then kissed the sleek wet center of Judy's pussy again.
The tongue and lips in her own pussy began to move once more. Linda's hands tightened on Judy's ass, dragging the brunette down against her face. In the space of a single heartbeat, Linda thrust her hips up, grinding her cunt against Judy's face, and began slurping hungrily at the brunette's pussy.
The slow, lascivious rise of feelings exploded like a thunderclap. One second, Linda was gently offering her body, shyly kissing at Judy's loins. The next instant, her tongue writhed like a squirming eel in and around the brunette's cunt. She gathered curly hairs into her mouth, swallowed spit and cuntcream, and ground her crotch against Judy's face.
Linda became a tiger. A fist-size knot of feelings in her belly hardened and grew. She moaned, the fleshy muff of cuntflesh on her lips stifling the sound. She twisted, rubbing her belly on Judy's tits. Linda bucked and bumped her pubic bone against Judy's chin.
The hot spike of her clitty shot sparks. Linda found the pearl-hard nubbin at the top of Judy's cuntslit and sucked it. She pulled it into her mouth. Her tongue flashed back and forth, whipping frenzy into both women's motions.
The flailing heat on her own clit grew. Linda felt flames in her nerves. Her hips churned. Her tongue whipped back and forth. She thrust into Judy's cunthole, then sucked at her clit. The slick juice flooded her face. Linda wanted to jam her head into Judy's pussy. She strained her legs wider, offering her cunt to Judy's face.
The creaking springs of the bed protested under the accelerating motions of the two drunken women. The fumes of booze and sweat and cuntjuice filled the room. The cream squishing from both cunts sloshed loud. Gasping breaths and groans of pleasure echoed off the peeling wallpaper.
That knot of feeling in Linda's belly tightened, then exploded. Something unknown, but incredibly erotic pounced from her clit to her brain. Linda sucked and licked and bucked under Judy. Judy ground down against Linda's cunt, Linda's face, Linda's tits. They rolled onto their sides.
Twisting, writhing, gasping for air, they started to come. Judy's slim fingers dug deep into Linda's ass. The ancient bedspread wrinkled, then ripped. Both bodies ground wetly together. The groans, the gasps, the sweaty slapping of tits on bellies sounded like a battle to the death. Linda's long red hair tangled around Judy's legs. Judy's short brown hair rumpled against the tensing surfaces of Linda's thighs.
Linda was lost, drowning in sensation. The musky taste of cunt juice filled her mouth. The awesome force of her cuntal contractions bludgeoned her nerves. Nothing mattered but the cunt in her mouth and the mouth on her cunt.
It went on and on, reaching higher peaks with each gnawing suck against her cuntlips. Judy's mouth assaulted Linda's snatch. Linda ground her cunt fiercely against Judy's face. Sweat greased them both. Their tits were as wet as their cunts. Their asses gleamed in the light from the dingy yellow bulb. The slippery sheen of their sweat emphasized every lusty motion of their bodies.
Linda lost herself. She was all cunt, sucking hungrily to drag the entire world into her hole. Like a snake swallowing its tail, she shoved against Judy's twat and felt Judy's face grind into her crotch. The clasp of cuntflesh on her tongue reinforced the shocking strength of her own orgasm. Linda fought harder to come, fought harder to force ecstasy into Judy's pussy. Every part of her gathered tight before one last pulse. It held, waiting like a boulder on the edge of a cliff. She felt the waiting in Judy, the holding off, the knowledge that they would both die in the next wave of orgasmic feeling. Muscles were tight. Everything froze, then....
Linda let herself go spinning away, riding huge crests of feeling. A part of her mind couldn't believe the power of her awakened pussy. Her limbs slacked, and Linda rolled away from Judy's spasming body into a pit of unconsciousness.