panties down.
How strange that she lusted for a woman!
But the very strangeness of it made this the perfect escape from her hunger for Sonny.
Myra placed a tight pink cigarette on the dresser before the mirror, murmuring, 'We'll smoke that later.'
Through the window Kit heard male laughter. Don's voice.
Myra stepped behind Kit, unzipping her dress.
Kit asked, 'Does Don know?'
'That I dig girls? Of course. As long as he gets his fucking, he doesn't care. Just so I don't sex with gals in the neighborhood.'
'Does he know that you and I-'
'Sure. When he phoned me from Barney's and said you were acting randy, I told him to bring you home and then get lost.'
She unhooked Kit's bra, swept dress and bra down her body.
Myra gasped, 'No wonder they call you Mrs. Pretty Tits!'
Kit gazed at herself in the mirror. Her nude breasts were high, almost perfect spheres, the pink nipples precisely centered on large, puffed aureoles. She had always been proud of her titties, and now, seeing Myra's hands rise under them, slim fingers winding circles about the orbs, they pleased her more than ever. Yes, she wanted Myra to caress her tits, to pant over them, to become as excited as a man would be.
Myra's hot breasts pressed her bare back. Kit shivered with delight. In the mirror she saw that her eyes were hooded, dark with heat, her smile puffy-lipped and sultry. Her whole body was slowly undulating as the girl behind her stoked and kneaded her breasts, tugged daintily at her nipples until they protruded like pegs from the swollen cushions of her aureoles.
Myra dropped a hand. Without surprise, Kit watched slim golden fingers caress her belly and slip under her panty waistband and furrow the thick tangle of her mound curls.
'You're hairy-twatted,' Myra whispered.
'Do you mind that?'
'I love it!' Myra's knuckles now stretched the panty crotchband. Gently, her fingers slithered boneless down Kit's cunt lips, spread them and explored her gash.
Kit moaned and hipped into the tantalizing caresses.
'Kit, your slit is drooling. You're hot for me, aren't you?'
Myra made another of her abrupt movements, again disturbing Kit's taffy-pulling-slow time sense, quickly whipping down her panties, then turning away to divest herself of clothing.
Nude, she stood beside Kit, an arm around her. They gazed at their mirror images. Kit was first struck by the width of their hips. Two women hip to hip seemed triply wide. And their tits took up a lot of space. But more important was the graceful way they vined together, two forms without angles, a sweet, sisterly pairing. She slipped an arm about Myra, saw her hand emerge on the other's hipbone where the white triangle of bikini- protected flesh began, swooping down Myra's belly just above her tawny pubes, up to meet a similar white hip band mark on Kit's flank. Myra was the more deeply tanned, her breasts and belly whiter. Kit's flesh had a pinkish cast.
She studied the other girl's pussy, big lips tightly closed, the hair neatly furrowed. Her own cunt was more open, the glistening inner lips just visible in the masking fur.
Then, at the top of Myra's split, she saw a pink nubbin protrude.
As she watched, it grew, glistening, like a tiny cock nuzzling out through the tawny cunt hair. Was Myra- abnormal? Puzzled, Kit reached to the girl's twat and fingered the appendage. It was oily, and slid away before her touch.
Myra said, 'Yes, I have an oversized clit. My doctor says it's unusual but not rare. I can jerk it off like a cock. I think that makes it grow bigger. Masturbating, I mean. It used to swell out like a tiny bubble when it got hot. But now-play with it, darling, see how big it is.'
Kit pinched the little projection between thumb and forefinger. After spreading Myra's cunt lips she found it was sufficiently long that she could indeed jerk it off. But it was elusive, and as Myra grew excited and began hipping, Kit lost it.
Myra gave a groan and abruptly turned Kit, facing, pressing their tits together. The four swollen breasts formed what felt like a single, giant, pulsing, hot cushion.
Myra began to shake her shoulders.
Like shivering. Very slight, very rapid movements. The effect was a liquid rolling in the tit cushion that made Kit gasp. Almost instantly she responded by mimicking the shoulder shivering. The firm jelly of their tit mass rolled like ocean waves trying to break but failing. Waves mounted, crested, tumbled, yet paused hanging in midair, quivering about. Indenting nipples were hard points of certainty but Kit could not tell which pair of the four were her own.
She gazed down and was surprised to see that the shaking tit cushion was not a solid mass. There was a cleavage between. Each facing pair held fast through the traction of rubbery aureole discs and digging hard nipples. All four tits quivered like jelly, the meaty firmness that made them protrude seemingly liquefied.
This silken pulsing between them was utterly feminine, a world in which nothing as harsh as a man's stiff cock could exist. Kit thought, If this is lesbian ism, then I like being a lesbian! It rules out the man problem. A stick of pot, a girl with magnificent big tits, that's all I need.
The shoulder shivering had spread down their bodies. Their hips and legs shook stiffly, increasing the quivering-jelly tempo of their only points of contact, their breasts. The waves within the tit cushion mounted and tried harder to break, and Kit wondered if she could have a tit orgasm. The four breasts so filled her existence that her cunt seemed distant, unimportant.
Then Myra's mouth opened, her tongue protruding. Kit pressed eagerly to it, licked into the girl's rolling lips. Their tongues flowed together forming a limber unity, a soft, slithering roll of sensation connected to their titties, which had again lost identity and trembled on a single heartbeat. Myra's hands touched her hips and she arched in, her hot belly pulsing against the other girl's, their pubic mounds rotating together.
Myra spoke in her, mouth. 'Honey, you're close to a come, aren't you?'
'Yes-'
'Then, on the bed.'
Kit felt herself moved. The backs of her legs struck the edge of the bed. She fell.
Myra dropped to her knees on the floor between Kit's spraddled legs.
Kit saw the blonde head thrust in between her thighs. Myra's mouth yawned..
Her tongue lashed right up Kit's cunt.
She shrieked at the instant ecstasy of the wet length shooting up her hole, swabbing the walls as it entered. It felt as big as a cock. She knew this was an illusion deriving from the grass she had smoked. Yet her cunt was full of the flailing wet softness and her inner suction pulled in long surges, announcing a coming orgasm.
She looked down her belly at Myra's head in the notch of her raised thighs, a fringe of reddish pubic hair across her brow.
The tongue withdrew.
Kit reached down and clutched Myra's head, trying to force it in again. Then a wet suction seized her clit and she shrieked as fire boiled from the swollen clitoris into her belly.
Myra lipped off. Kit saw her clit protruding, a coral nubbin dripping saliva and cunt juice.
Myra gasped, 'Oh, honey, you have the sweetest cunt!'
She coiled her tongue about the red clit.
Moaning, Kit threw her legs across Myra's back and began heaving, fucking her face. She felt her titties rolling wildly about. She seized them, kneaded, pulling the nipples. Myra's tongue again slid up her hole, a cock-sized lashing whip.
Finally the girl fingered up Kit's asshole, driving her to the peak.
Kit's hips were jerking crazily as she fucked at the piercing tongue and finger. A tidal wave stormed within her, rising, rising. She was coming not violently but like a toppling wave, a female-soft, hot wave spilling and washing her cunt, breaking endlessly, flooding the giant tongue.
Her heels dug into Myra's back. That was her only contact with reality. The rest of her was a gushing cunt
