Chapter 2
The car bounced wildly over the old dirt road, but little Leslie didn't feel it. She was unconscious.
She came around once, sometime during the trip, and screamed insanely into the filthy piss-soaked gag until her throat was throbbing and sore. But the only sound was a muffled moan.
She smelled the strong stench of her own shit, and her own cold piss, and slowly sank back down into oblivion.
The man behind the wheel was sweating hard. His heart had not stopped racing madly since the moment he'd grabbed the pretty little girl.
He licked his lips over and over as he drove, thinking about the things he was going to do to her body.
She was such a little beauty. So petite. And he was such a huge man, with an immense cock that knew just how to split a tight cunt wide-open.
"Damn!" he cursed, gripping the wheel harder. The car swerved around a corner, skidding over onto the shoulder. A steep incline fell away to the river on the right, and a steeper hill came right down to the roadway on the left. And in the dark, it was dangerous going.
The tires squealed again, sliding sideways across the stony road. The whole car lurched hard, and the rear end swerved, throwing the child in the truck against the side wall.
She didn't feel it.
"Fucking damned car!" the man screamed, gripping the wheel in a stranglehold. He was sweating hard, his heart battering at his ribs. It hurt. It hurt like hell.
He let go of the wheel with one hand, and clutched at his chest.
"Oh, my God!" he shouted, gasping hard, sucking air, and suddenly falling onto his side on the seat.
The car whipped back and forth across the road, bouncing and rocking wildly. It slammed into the hillside, veered back across the narrow road and over the soft shoulder and skidded at an angle down the slope toward the river.
The man fell to the floor of the front seat, bouncing limply, his knee jamming between the seat and the pedal, locking the brakes.
The car slid down the grassy slope and spun as the brakes locked. It skidded to a stop, its rear wheels splashing into the rushing water, sinking slightly into the mud.
The man was dead. A huge hole had blown in his heart, caused by the pounding pressure of his excitement and a weak artery. His cock would never puncture little Leslie's virgin pussy.
The police were of no help. The officer on the night desk told the caller he couldn't accept a missing person report if the kid was less than a mother-fucking hour overdue, damn it! He slammed the phone down in annoyance.
Jerry slammed the phone down himself.
"I don't believe it! He won't do a thing!"
The other boys and girls had gathered around him.
"I know she's in trouble!" Jerry said firmly. "She knew we were planning this party. We all gave her enough hints. Shit!"
He pushed through the crowd and began pacing rapidly, running his hand briskly through his dark hair. Leslie was his special girl. They'd been going steady for more than three months. Damn it! And that fucking movie had let out more than an hour ago.
He chewed his lips.
He was shaking, partly in fear for his young girlfriend, partly in anger at the policeman. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit around for the next twenty-four hours, waiting for enough time to pass so that he could file a missing person report. And even then, they probably wouldn't do anything.
Jerry gritted his teeth, whirled and paced faster.
Even now, whoever had taken little Leslie could be doing God only knew what to that beautiful little pussy of hers.
And she had promised it to him.
Tonight!
Last week, coyly, the young girl had hinted that on her birthday she would give him a very special present. And the way she had demurely cupped her young tit with one hand, and let the other slip down and brush the front of her short skirt, right over her cunt, had told him exactly what she was going to give him.
Herself!
Damn it! His cock ached. It throbbed wildly. He had been eagerly waiting for tonight, waiting for the party to end so he could be alone with his young girlfriend-and her pretty little tits, and her wonderful virgin cunt!
He wanted to scream.
"I'm going after her!" he shouted. "Who's going to help me find her?"
Everybody! They, too, were worried about the missing girl, frightened that she was in really bad trouble.
Together, they tore out of the house. Jerry and a couple of the other boys ran all the way to the theater and started backtracking. At each alleyway, they dashed wildly from one end to the other, flashing their lights into every possible nook and cranny.
Within half an hour of starting their search, one of the boys found Leslie's blouse and bra.
Jerry took it out of his hand.
"Oh, my God!" he cried.
He wanted to sit down and bawl, but his mind was racing. Time was critical. He barked orders to the boys around him.
"Knock on doors. Find out if anybody heard anything. Anything! Screams, struggling, maybe the sound of a car back in here! Get moving! Move!"
He grabbed the nearest boy's arm, and pulled him along as he explained. They ran all the way to the police station. Jerry burst into the tiny room, and threw the flimsy garments on the night officer's desk.
"These belong to Leslie Brown, Officer! She's been kidnapped! We found the spot she was taken from. You've got to help us find her!"
The sergeant looked the clothing over, picking it up and shaking it out. He eyed the bra critically.
"Very pretty," he said. He sat back down. "Now, you boys want to get this junk out of here?"
"Officer, this isn't a joke. We're not playing a game. Leslie Brown is missing. She was supposed to be at a surprise birthday party tonight, and she didn't show up. We backtracked from the theater; and we found her clothes in an alley. Jim, tell him it's true! Please, sir!"
The sergeant snorted and picked up his newspaper again.
"Twenty-four hours, boys. Come back tomorrow, same time, same place. See what we can do for you then."
He dismissed them curtly.
Jerry was shaking with rage.
Jim grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. Jerry sank down to the steps, clutching his girlfriend's tiny bra in his trembling fists. He bent over and began crying into the soft cool material.
Wendy Young was crying, too.
After she got the news that they'd found Leslie's clothing, she ran all the way home, racing blindly along the sidewalk, and locked herself in her bedroom. She threw herself onto her bed, and began screaming into her pillow, clawing at it in horror and despair.
Leslie was her very best girlfriend. The thought that poor little Leslie was being stripped and raped, maybe even tortured, right this very moment, drove Wendy into hysteria.
Wendy clutched the pillow and sobbed her heart out. Her body shook hard. Images of Leslie filled her mind. Leslie screaming and struggling against some dark huge man as fingers grabbed at her little tits. Leslie lying demurely on her own bed, with Wendy stroking those same small mounds.
Wendy shuddered hard, then rolled over onto her back. She blinked back her tears, and tried to focus her mind on the good things. She let her mind move back through time to the day before yesterday. How beautiful it had been!
Upstairs in her bedroom after school, Leslie had just slipped out of her school clothes. She was about to try on the nice new under things her mother had gotten her for her birthday, even though it was still two days away. Her mother and father had other plans for that day, and they were leaving in the morning. They had given Leslie her birthday presents before she'd left for school this morning, a new set of underclothes, and a two hundred dollar gift certificate at one of the most expensive clothing stores in town.
Leslie sighed. She liked the money, but she would much rather have had her parents home on her birthday. But they were always on the go. Leslie shook her head, but finished undressing and picked up the box with her bra in it.
There was a light knock at the door.
"Leslie? Your mom said to come on up. You in there?"
"Yes, Wendy. Just a minute."
Leslie quickly donned a thickly quilted robe, then yanked the door open. Wendy burst into the room, whirling and shutting the door. She was giggling.
"Hey! What's up?" Leslie asked with a wide grin. She tied the cloth belt around her waist in a knot over her hip.
"Oh! Wait until you hear!" Wendy laughed, throwing herself onto Leslie's bed. Her long slender legs flew wide apart. Her short skirt flipped up over her tummy, revealing her tight blue silk panties. Leslie's eyes locked on the dark triangle under the girl's taut panty crotch!
Leslie's own pussy had a slight downy muff of blonde hair, but it was so light in color that it made her look hairless.
But Wendy! Wow!
Leslie caught herself staring and glanced away. But Wendy had seen where her girlfriend was looking.
Wendy licked her lips. She had always been interested in Leslie, and not just as a girlfriend. She felt a deep longing to touch and hold and caress the other girl. She loved Leslie.
Wendy opened her knees wider. She began moving her legs and her tummy and her puffy cunt mound up and down on the bed in a slow inviting undulating motion. She began bouncing her tight little ass on the mattress, just like she was fucking.
Leslie couldn't keep her eyes away from her friend's crotch.
Wendy smiled as she saw Leslie blush.
And Leslie gulped. Wendy had a lot of hair. A few stray curls of rich brown cunt hair peeked out from under the tight elastic of the leg holes on her panties. The curly pussy hairs rested against the bare flesh of her thighs, curled and matted to her soft skin!
Leslie's blush grew redder. She was embarrassed to be looking so openly at Wendy's most private parts. Yet Wendy didn't seem to mind. She could plainly see that Leslie was looking hard. And she was pumping her pussy into the air on purpose. She was enjoying Leslie's blatant gaze.
Leslie suddenly tore her eyes from the wonderful darkness between Wendy's slim thighs. She turned and picked up the narrow box that contained her new bra. She sat down on her bed with her back to her friend, her face very red and hot.
Wendy reached out and stroked Leslie's wrist very lightly.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to look at me down there, Leslie. It's perfectly natural. And I don't mind. I kind of like it, in fact."
Her voice was calm and warm, soothing and very gentle. Leslie cleared her throat, and nodded slightly.
"Hey!" she said, the sudden enthusiasm in her voice somewhat strained as she tried to change the subject. "What had you giggling so hard when you came in?"
Wendy stroked the girl's wrist a little longer, then sighed and sat up, pushing her hem down to her knees and scooting over beside Leslie.
"You know that girl who just moved here? The one with the really awful red hair?"
"Uh, Norma?"
"Yeah. Norma. Well, guess what? She's gonna have a baby! And guess whose baby it's gonna be. You'll never guess in a million years!"
Leslie shrugged, but her heart gave a skip. Oh, no. Please don't let it be Jerry. She froze for a split-second, then a horrible shudder ran through her body. She relaxed. No way. She grinned a bit as she recalled her promise to the handsome young man the last time they'd gone out.
No way it could be Jerry. Wendy was giggling into her cupped palms. "Billy Dawson!" she shrieked into her hands.
"I don't believe it!" Leslie gasped. Her embarrassment was quickly forgotten as the two youngsters giggled and snickered over the situation between their classmates. As they chattered away, Leslie opened the box and drew out her brand-new bra. It was certainly beautiful. She held it up and touched the silken cups, the lacework over the tops of the cups and the softness of the straps. Lovely.
And Wendy took advantage of her girlfriend's lack of attention. She leaned close, pretending to be very interested in the bra, and carefully slipped free the knot over Leslie's hip. She had gotten so hot and bothered, letting Leslie look at her cunt, that she was willing to take a chance. She wanted to see Leslie's tits.
"It's really pretty, Les!" she said enthusiastically. "I love it!"
Leslie sucked her lower lip. If only her mother and father could stay home for her birthday. How happy she'd be. She sighed deeply.
Wendy noticed the sigh immediately. She felt her friend slump.
"What's bothering you, Leslie?" she asked tenderly, slipping her arm around the girl's shoulders. She pulled her close, and Leslie let herself be held.
Wendy gladly snuggled the girl closer, hugging her. She slipped the knot completely open, and loosened the front of Leslie's thick robe, touching, patting and stroking. Leslie accepted the touches and caresses as a matter of course, letting her best friend comfort her. She needed to be comforted so badly.
Leslie had spent the past few years nearly totally ignored by her parents. It was beginning to affect her. She'd pretended it didn't bother her for a long time. After all, she had lots of friends. She was popular at school. And she had all the money she needed to buy the nicest clothes.
But she needed more!
She needed a mother who would spend time with her. Talk and walk with her, explain those mysterious things that had been happening to her body lately. Help her with her desires, her choices, her life! Damn it all.
She sniffled. Wendy stroked over the wide collar on the robe and slipped her fingers inside against the soft warm skin of Leslie's pulsing throat.
Leslie moaned.
Wendy pushed her advantage. She slid her whole hand inside the front of the robe, and rubbed the flat of her palm against the upper slope of Leslie's right tit.
Leslie was resting her head against Wendy's shoulder, whining to herself, breathing in sharp little gasps as she pitied herself.
Suddenly, she realized what was happening!
"Wendy! What are you doing!" she protested. She jerked her body upright, yanked at Wendy's wrist and pulled her hand off her tit. She clutched the edges of the robe tightly together at her throat, and stared wide-eyed at her friend.
Wendy turned bright red.
She stammered for a moment, then lowered her eyes.
"I ... I just wanted to see your tits, Leslie," she whispered.
Leslie stared at the girl's lovely brown eyes, reading there the innocence of her desire. Her own deep desire to be hugged and held and loved suddenly swept over her, overwhelming her. She reached out, and grabbed Wendy, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her close. Wendy moaned.
She sniffed back tears as she lifted her arms around Leslie's back, hugging her hard.
Finally, the two young girls broke their embrace, and sat back, looking at each other guiltily. Leslie made her decision. Slowly, she reached up and began pushing the collar of her robe open. Wendy watched, wide-eyed, licking her lips. Leslie slipped the thick quilting back off her shoulders, shrugging the heavy material down her arms to her elbows.
As the robe slipped down the child's slim arms, it parted automatically, exposing her firm young tits to Wendy's wondering gaze.
Wendy sat still, staring at Leslie's bare chest. She watched the gentle rise and fall of her sweet young breasts. She drank in the vision of those two lovely little tits, high and round on Leslie's smooth chest, perfectly formed and unblemished. Her breasts were tipped with the most succulent delicious-looking nipples, pale and puckered and a lovely rich pinkish-brown.
Leslie blushed a little, but let her girlfriend look all she wanted to. After all, Wendy had just let Leslie look at her body, in the most private place of all. Fair was fair. Leslie even pulled her shoulders back a little bit, accenting the upthrust beauty of her little tits.
Wendy looked long and hard. She had never seen another girl's breasts. Her own mother was prudish beyond belief. No one in her house was ever seen even partly undressed.
And poor little Wendy, for all the magnificent bush of lush pussy down she carried between her strong thighs, was utterly, absolutely flat chested!
Not the slightest hint of a tit mound puffed out her blouse. It caused her endless frustration and embarrassment. And not a little bit of fear that she would never have tits.
She longed to have huge knockers! But her own mother was almost as flat as she was, and the future didn't look too bright for her chest. And to make matters worse, her boyfriend absolutely loved big tits. The bigger the better. On every date they had, he pointed out at least a dozen other girls and licked his chops at them, grinning down at Wendy's own flat unfilled blouse.
She didn't even have to wear a bra.
And worst of all, her nipples were big. Big and dark and oh soooo sensitive. The slightest touch sent them into thrilling erection. And they poked out the front of her blouse so obviously, so tiny and pointy, that it just brought everyone's attention to the fact she had no big tits.
She looked Leslie's breasts over carefully.
They were so damned pretty. How she longed to have such tits. To Wendy, even these small bumps were huge!
"God! How beautiful they are, Leslie!" she whispered, her throat tight.
Wendy's hands clutched at the front of her skirt, kneading the soft material hard. She wanted nothing more in the world right now than to reach out and touch those firm breasts! Her hands shook! But she just didn't dare try it.
Leslie read her need.
"You . . . you can touch them, Wendy."
It was soft and gentle. It was as though her tits were far away and belonged to somebody else. When Wendy touched them with her tender soft hands, cupping the smooth undersides and lifting them slightly, feeling the weight in her palms, Leslie moaned. Ohhhhh! She had never dreamed that being felt by another girl could feel so good.
When Jerry grabbed her tits, he did just that. He grabbed. He crushed. He ground her tiny mounds back into her rib cage until she wanted to scream at him.
But this! Wendy's hands were, like silken feathers, touching so lightly, stroking so sweetly.
Leslie felt as though her nipples were vibrating. They grew hard. Wendy brushed her thumbs quickly back and forth over them and they popped into such hardness that Leslie thought they would really explode!
"Oh!" she cried, delighted.
"Did I hurt you," Wendy gasped, jerking her hands away.
Leslie grabbed Wendy's hands and pressed them back against her breasts, arching her back to press her small mounds firmly into the girl's palms.
"No! It felt wonderful! Don't stop!"
Wendy relaxed. Leslie smiled at her. Both girls signed slowly, and settled down to the game of touching and exploring Leslie's young tits.
Wendy soon found herself bending closer and closer, and she suddenly realized that she was about to kiss one of her girlfriend's nipples.
No! I can't go that far! Not yet!
She didn't want Leslie to get scared. And besides, she was a little scared herself. She'd never touched a girl like this before, and it was overpowering, exciting beyond words. Her heart was battering at her ribs. Her breath was ragged and shallow. She felt hot and sweaty.
Wendy didn't realize that Leslie was dying to feel her lips on her breasts.
Leslie was quivering. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She was praying that the young girl would bend just that little bit closer, so she pressed her tit to her lips and made her kiss her nipple.
But Wendy suddenly sat upright. She picked up the new bra, her hands shaking badly. When she spoke, her voice was weak and broken.
"Let . . . let's put this on you . . . OK?"
Leslie closed her eyes briefly. She wet her lips. She nodded.
Wendy took the crisp new bra and unfolded it carefully again. She lifted the silky cups up against Leslie's breasts, fitting them over her firm full little mounds. Leslie helped her by shoving her hands and arms through the narrow straps. She sat still while Wendy adjusted the straps over her thin shoulders.
Leslie lowered her arms and turned her back, letting Wendy hook the strap in the middle of her back. Wendy's fingers shook badly as they pulled the ends of the strap together between Leslie's sharply pointed shoulder blades. She fumbled for a moment, but finally got it hooked tight.
Leslie turned back toward her girlfriend, cupping the new bra and shifting her tits and her shoulders until the cups felt comfortable.
But her pussy felt very uncomfortable! It itched. It felt all slippery and warm and gushy.
Leslie tried to ignore the funny feeling between her legs, and she posed for her friend.
"How do you like it?" she asked, smiling, still cupping the undersides of her small breasts.
Wendy gulped and blushed bright-red.
Leslie lowered her hands to her lap and simply sat there, facing Wendy. And Wendy leaned forward, her emotions washing over her in hot mind-boggling waves. She mashed her eager lips hard against Leslie's moist pouty mouth.
Leslie gasped, but quickly shut her eyes, and pressed her own lips against Wendy's, her lips warm and soft and slippery.
Their first kiss. It was sweet and tender, their lips brushing so lightly, then suddenly hard and urgent, then lightly again. Wendy slipped her tongue over Leslie's lips, stroking insistently at the crease between them. She pressured the tip of her tongue between Leslie's lips, caressed the beautiful straight clean teeth inside the child's hot mouth.
Both girls moaned. They both felt their nipples pop into erect nubs of rigid sensitivity.
Wendy kissed Leslie with her lips and sucked the very tip of her soft warm tongue until Leslie stuck it into Wendy's mouth and let her suck hard. It felt funny. But good! And Wendy's mouth tasted so delicious.
Wendy sucked hard. She sucked and gnawed on Leslie's soft tongue, trying to suck it deep into her mouth, almost pulling it out by its roots. Leslie whimpered in quiet gasps at the sharp little pains deep in her tongue. But it felt so odd, in such a nice way, that she let her friend suck as hard as she wanted to.
Leslie suddenly became aware that her own hand was sliding along Wendy's bare thigh, moving high up under the girl's short skirt toward her pretty blue panties.
Wendy broke the kiss. Gasping for air, her lips and chin glistening with Leslie's saliva, the beautiful dark young girl threw herself back onto the bed. She jerked her feet wide apart and yanked the hem of her skirt up over her tummy. She lifted her knees high and pushed her tight ass up off the mattress. She reached down and grabbed wildly at the tight elastic waistband of her panties. She finally skinned them quickly down over her thighs and over her narrow dimpled knees. She kicked her legs in a frenzy as she tossed the limp material into the air. It landed on the floor, far away from the bed.
Wendy arched her body and lifted her bare young pussy, shoving her hands under her ass. She held herself arched and taut, her long legs thrown wide apart.
Her breathing came in ragged gulps as she held her pose. Leslie, too, was having difficulty breathing as she bent forward between the child's tensed thighs. She stared wide-eyed into Wendy's beautifully hairy cunt.
She was stunned. She was shaken more by her own overpowering excitement than by the sudden turn of events. She had always suspected Wendy, always thought she was a bit on the funny side. She was constantly touching and hugging and kissing cheeks and hands, and playing a kind of female version of grab-ass during gym class.
But now she was certain.
And delighted.
She was fascinated by the young pussy in front of her eyes. It was so sweet smelling, so downy haired, so moist and perfect and utterly beautiful!
Leslie reached out to touch it. Her fingers trembled as she touched the moist curls of pretty brown cunt hair. She knew what a hairless pussy looked like, owning one herself, but such a precious muff of womanly hair thrilled her to the core.
Her cunt seemed to spark and sizzle.
It tickled terribly.
"Look inside me!" Wendy whispered. Her voice quivered with her begging.
Leslie needed very little encouragement to do just that. She was resting on her elbows, and she got her face down very close to Wendy's cunt. She stroked the hair with her thumbs until she could see the puffy flesh of her pussy lips on either side of her wet slit. It was so deliciously pink and moist in there. Wendy's pussy was puffed open from her excitement. A wide little tongue of pink flesh, the soft wet inner folds, peeked out right in the center of her fresh clean slit! It looked so much like a tongue sticking out, that Leslie could have kissed it! And she did!
Wendy gasped! Her cunt jerked hard against Leslie's mouth, hurting her slightly when she mashed her lips against her teeth! Leslie kissed tenderly, then pulled her head back, tasting the sticky moisture that coated her lips!
Wendy felt her whole body burst into flames of lust. She shook under Leslie's mouth. Her fists clawed at her tight ass muscles, gouging deep red welts into her smooth ass cheeks.
"Oh, Leslie!" she moaned loudly, deeply thrilled by the feel of the girl's lips and tongue on her pussy.
Leslie sipped and kissed and wiggled her tongue against the sweet-tasting inner lips of Wendy's cunt hole.
Wendy was undulating her hips, grinding her cunt mound against Leslie's face, smearing her juices all over the girl's pretty cheeks and chin and nose.
And Leslie gobbled at Wendy's cunt crease like an eager young puppy at a bowl of succulent liver.
Wendy was gulping air loudly, her small body humping Leslie's face in some deeply primitive rhythm, incredibly satisfying.
Leslie was cuddling her face into the warm moist nest of Wendy's lush pussy. She purred and cooed to herself in pleasure and delight, totally absorbed in her eating.
Wendy began working her body around on the bed. She lifted Leslie's leg and slipped around until she was lying on her back, her face directly under Leslie's cunt.
What a beautiful little slit. The blonde down that lay curled against her swollen pussy mound was so pale and sparse that Leslie could have passed for a hairless little girl of ten or eleven.
Leslie spread her knees a little wider to make Wendy more comfortable, but she never lifted her lips from the girl's dripping cunt. She lapped out the thickly flowing lubrication while Wendy reached up and grabbed her taut asscheeks, one in each clutching hand, and drew her cunt down to her lips.
Leslie helped by squatting her cunt down onto Wendy's mouth. She twitched as she felt the girl's hot breath blowing hard against her pussy. And she almost cried out at the first touch of Wendy's darting stabbing tongue!
Leslie's cunt felt like it was expanding, growing larger and larger, as Wendy jabbed and stabbed at her clit with the tip of her tongue, then stroked a long slow swipe from up near her tightly puckered asshole all the way down along the wet slit to her throbbing clit.
The girls became lost in each other, lost in their own new sensations. They lapped and licked and sucked at each other's clits and lips and assholes.
Leslie twitched and bounced her ass about, crushing it down against Wendy's mouth, then yanking it away when the sensations became too intense.
And Wendy arched her cunt into Leslie's mouth, trying to shove her swollen clit right down the child's eager mouth.
Leslie shoved her tongue deep into Wendy's cunt channel. She felt the girl tighten and groan with lust. She scooped out a tongueful of Wendy's sticky pussy syrup. She purred with delight as she swallowed it all down.
And she dove back in for more.
Her own cunt was dripping, all loose and wet as Wendy lapped her clit. She felt the nibbling lips and teeth nuzzling deep between her pussy lips.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, rocking her face from side to side, and smearing the slippery juices all over Wendy's trembling tensed thighs.
Wendy sucked at the slippery folds of inner flesh, thrusting her tongue as far as she could into Leslie's cunt tube. She sucked and slurped at the thick goo, swallowing it eagerly.
Both children were groaning and kissing and grunting and sucking wildly. Their tight young naked bodies undulated and humped and pumped against each other's pretty face. They were sweating and oozing and shaking wildly.
And suddenly Leslie gasped loudly. She lifted her head for a moment and moaned.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her whole body began shuddering hard. She dove back down and buried her face firmly between Wendy's quaking thighs.
Wendy went rigid.
And both girls suddenly came! At the same instant!
Wendy cried out, a cry that was muffled by Leslie's dripping cunt. She went in, sucking harder on her girlfriend's clit as her own pussy slammed against Leslie's sucking mouth. Wendy groaned and sucked madly, slobbering like an insane ghoul as she felt the hot hard sweet waves of her climax billowing over her, gushing her fuck juices into Leslie's gulping gobbling mouth.
And Leslie sucked every drop. She swallowed faster and faster. And her own cunt mashed into Wendy's mouth. She bounced wildly, shaking hard, writhing and jerking as she rode her climax.
Two pretty young faces were being battered by two even prettier young cunts.
They sucked and licked and lapped up pussy-cum as fast as it spurted out of their tight cunts.
Finally, Wendy yanked her mouth from Leslie's cunt hole. She gagged herself with a wrist to keep from screaming. Her whole body shuddered violently as she gushed at the peak of her come.
Leslie threw her head back, gulping air madly. She squatted her cunt hole right down onto Wendy's pretty face, squeezing the last drops of her hot wet sloppy come on the girl's lovely cheeks.
With a loud shuddering sigh, Leslie fell aside and rolled off Wendy's sweaty body. She crawled weakly around, giggling happily to herself, until she was stretched out beside her young lover. She let her arm flop limply across Wendy's heaving tits, feeling her pointy nipples stab into her soft skin.
"God!" she whispered. "How fantastic!"
Wendy nodded, turning her face to look into Leslie's glowing eyes. She smiled. She slowly closed her eyes, sighing with the happiest, most relaxing pleasure she'd ever known.
Both girls rested, slowly embracing as they relaxed completely, curling nakedly into each other's warm arms.