Chapter 9

"Oh, lover," Karen murmured when she felt Joyce's splayed pussy rub against her thigh, "I can't believe how wet you are."

Joyce rolled around on the bed until her pussy was up by Karen's face. She spread her legs as wide as the position would let her, then began to run her fingers in mindless tracings on the young girl's body.

Karen looked at the puffy folds of the cunt, her face only inches away, and decided that eating pussy was one of the nicest things anybody had ever shown her. She moved her head in between Joyce's legs and rested her head on the firm, full thigh. Her lips were as close to the beautiful waitress' wet slit as they could possibly be without yet touching.

Karen slowly pushed her tongue out, barely touching the cunt which lay before her. It was enough to make Joyce quiver more than a little and draw in a deep breath of air.

"You like that, lover?" Karen asked.

"You know it ... " Again Karen's tongue darted out, and this time she pushed it into Joyce's cunt as far as she could. She held it still for a moment, then began to gently rotate it around and around, caressing the soft lips of the older woman's pussy in the lusty way that only an educated tongue can do.

"Unnnnnggggggg, do it to me ... " She pulled her tongue back out of the splayed cunt and put her lips to it, wetly kissing it and making huge smacking sounds each time.

"You're so good, honey . . . so much better than you were. Yeah, eat me ... " "Sure, lover, sure, I'd love to eat you. It tastes so good, so much better than any meal I've had in a long while. But tell me, which do you prefer-my feathery soft lips, or my wet, darting tongue?"

"Both, Karen-I love them both-yeah . . . give both of 'em to me at the same time ..."

Karen began to kiss, covering every accessible portion of the wet pussy. Then she darted her tongue out, fucking the older waitress with it, driving it as deeply within her pussy as it would go, and then back out again.

Karen pushed Joyce's legs even wider apart, and maneuvered the beautiful, horny lady onto her back. Karen climbed atop her, keeping her mouth on the musky pussy which lay open beneath her, and planted her knees on either side of Joyce's neck. As she increased the pace of her tongue fucking, she felt the first, tentative caress of Joyce's skilled mouth on her own splayed cunt, as light and gentle a touch as could be imagined, yet enough to make her think of cumming one more time.

"Joyce, thank you-that feels so good."

"Thank you too, lover ..."

They began to tongue fuck each other's cunts in a frenzied rhythm. First Karen would shoot her wet tongue into Joyce's pussy, then she would feel the older woman's tongue reciprocate.

"Ohhhhhhh . . . Karen . . . ohhhhhhh ... do it to me ... " Karen began to hump her cunt down into the older woman's face, and Joyce quickly followed suit, smearing the rich juices of her pussy over the young girl's cheeks, chin and mouth.

"Joyce, Joyce, Joyce, I'm gonna cum ..."

It was welling up within her one more time; she sensed it coming over her like an avalanche-there was nothing she could do about it, nothing she would even want to do about it.

"Gonna cum-gonna cum!"

She concentrated only on two things-the hot spot between her legs which was about to burst at any moment, and the quivering pussy which was spread open like a banquet beneath her searching lips and tongue.

The two began to move faster, pushing their pussies into each other's faces as rapidly as they could, darting out their tongues as though they were snakes, faster and faster until Karen was on the verge of cumming . . .

"Unnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . . . Joyce, do it me. Yeah-please-so good-gonna cum!"

"Karennnnnnnn!" Joyce shrieked, "I'm cummmmmmmminnnngggg ..."

The pussy which lay beneath Karen's searching mouth was suddenly even more wet than it had been, if such a thing was possible, and the young girl knew that Joyce had cum, too.

"God, Joyce, what a great tonguer you are," Karen murmured, pulling her mouth away from the beautiful waitress' drenched pussy.

"You're all right yourself, kid," Joyce replied.

Karen lay atop her for a while longer while Joyce gave her a few final kisses and sucked up some of the juices which had poured out of Karen when she had cum. Then the lovely Hps left her pussy, so she slowly rolled off the older woman's luscious, quivering body and stretched out on the bed. She was fully, completely, spent.

"Well," Tony said after a moment, "you two make quite a pair, I'll say that much."

"Thanks for the compliment," Karen somehow managed to say. "I can't remember the last time I fucked for so long ..."

"We'll have to do it again sometime, honey."

Karen was so inspired by Joyce's suggestion that she moved her head up the bed to the older waitress' foot and proceeded to take her big toe into her mouth.

Karen wondered, later, what would have happened if they had not been interrupted by a knock on the door, and she finally decided that they would have played with each other for quite some time, then ended up tongue fucking again each other until they both came. But the knock came on the door ...

"What is it?" Tony called out in a professional voice that sounded as if he were doing nothing more than going over the day's receipts.

"You're needed out here, Tony," came the voice of One of the waitresses who worked the shift after Karen.

"What the hell for?"

"Well ..."

"Out with it, Rita!"

"Your kid's in a fight out in the back parking lot."

"With who?" Tony called out while pulling on his shoes. "Billy."

"Ohmigod," Karen said, pulling her mouth away from Joyce's big toe. She quickly climbed off the bed and began to dress.

"Okay, Rita, thanks a lot. I'll be out in a minute." He finished dressing, glanced over at Karen, who was zipping up her uniform, and said, "Damn him."

He was out of the office in a flash, and Karen was practically on his heels.

Karen glanced over at the battered, bloody boy she was driving home.

"Why won't you tell me what you two were fighting about, Billy?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"He's a sonofabitch all the way through. Isn't that reason enough?"

"Well, something must have set it off."

"He hit me when we were working, Karen. Don't tell me you forgot that! What would you expect me to do, just let that pass? And I was carrying a buspan of dishes at the time, so he hit me when I didn't even have a chance ,,,."

"There wasn't, well. . . something else that made you tear into him? I mean, you were practically whipping him, and he's a lot bigger than you. Something must have really made you mad."

He looked over at her through his puffy eyes. "You really want to know, huh?"

"Of course."

He was silent for a moment, then pointed and said, "That's where I live. The dumpy looking green house."

"It looks nice to me."

'Yeah ..." He managed a smile. "I guess it's not all that bad, it's just that when you feel like a mountain just fell on you, well ..."

She chuckled and said, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I like you." She pulled into his driveway. "Aww, go on."

"No, dammit, you grow on a person." She paused. "You've changed."

"How's that?" He was looking away from her now.

"You act smarter, older, and you'll stick up for a girl you happen to like. Would you have done that when I first met you?"

He thought about that for a moment, then took her hand in his own. "You know what we were fighting about, then."

She nodded.

"He said some filthy things about you. Look, it bothered me that you fucked him, but it's not like we had any kind of hold on each other. That's not why I tried to turn his head into hamburger . . . " "Why, then?"

"Well, he called you a whore, and he started describing exactly what you two did, and I guess that's when I tried to remove his balls from the rest of his body."

She thought about that for a minute, and finally decided there was no other way to measure if a boy-no, a man-loved you. She tried to think of something to say, but finally decided that kissing him was enough.

"That hurts, Karen," he said with a pained chuckle.

"Oh, sorry ..."

"Do it again ..."

After a time, she said, "Well, I should be getting home, and you should see about those cuts and other things on your face, and well ..."

"Yeah, I love you too."

And with that he slowly, painfully, climbed out of the car. They waved at each other for what must have been five minutes before she started her car and drove away.