Foreword
LUST FEVER
Cathy was no stranger to that delightful form of pleasure, to be sure, but she had never before seen a woman having her pussy eaten. The sight was enough to turn her own youthful slit into a mass of hot, quivering, jellied flesh and she could not force herself to look away from the fascinating sight. Birgitta had one of those full-lipped pussies, the kind that looks like an overripe plum split in two. The lips were dark with lusty fever and moist, from Ken's active mouth and from her cunt's overflowing oils. As Cathy watched, open mouthed and wide-eyed, he sucked up the lips into his mouth and pulled at them, bringing a low, throaty groan of approval from the woman's throat. He tugged at the lips for a moment-and Cathy could well imagine what fierce, penetrating delights he was giving her-and then snaked out his tongue. He scraped his tongue from her asshole all the way up the livid slit, gouging deep at the cunt's mouth, and ended by licking her clitoris with a slow, sensual swipe of his tongue.