onto my head and kissed me harder, wetter, with some tongue. We were building a bonfire, Terri and I clutching each other tight, slapping our moist, neon-pink tongues together.
I slid my suddenly sweaty hands down Terri’s delicately curved back under the blankets, onto the twin swells of her butt cheeks. She breathed harder in my face, twining her tongue around mine, as I sunk my sharp fingernails into the curved, drum-tight flesh of her buttocks.
Terri started seriously rubbing against me, moving her body up and down on mine so that our nipples tweaked and our clits tripped. I moaned, gripping the girl’s bum, the snow melting beneath us. And when she grasped my lit-up boobs and licked my flared nipples, I thought the roof of the igloo would start raining.
“Yeah!” I groaned, Terri tonguing my nips up achingly high and hard.
Her sweet lips sealed around a vibrating bud, sensuously sucked on it. I dug my fingers into her crack and almost tore her darling bum apart. She nursed on my other nipple, kneading my overheated chocolate mounds were her hot little hands.
I shivered from tip to toe, not with cold anymore, but with delight. The girl pushed my tits together and flayed her tongue over both nipples at once. Then she tried to suck the pair right into her mouth at the same time. She only partially succeeded, but her erotic efforts met with rousing success from my body.
“I want to suck on your tits,” I gasped.
Terri looked up from my spit-slathered boobs, grinning. “Thought you’d never ask. The indigenous people are known for sharing — everything.”
The girl squirmed up higher on top of me, planting her hands on either side of my head, her boobs sticking out into my face. I reached up and grabbed onto the pert pair, squeezed.
“Oh, yes, Julie!” she groaned. “Suck on my breasts!”
Her arms quivered, her breasts surging with heat in my damp, grasping hands, nipples stiffening deliciously before my very eyes. I kneaded her tits, worked my fingers up onto her nipples and rolled them, making her whole body quake. Then I raised my head up a bit and stuck out my tongue and tickled the tips of her boobs with the tip of my licker.
She spasmed with joy. Her nipples jutted out at least half-an-inch, rubbery to the taste and touch, burnt- sugar bon-bons, her darker areolas silver dollar-sized and pebbly. I swirled my tongue all around one of her blossomed buds, the other. Then I sucked one into my mouth and pulled on it, chewed on it, spitting it out to do the same to Terri’s other ripe nipple.
“Oh, Julie! That feels so good!” the trembling girl wailed.
It did feel so good — her boobs in my hands, nipples in my mouth. I worked, fed on her mounds, squeezing, pinching, sucking, licking. I vacced a bud into my mouth and bit into it, sending Terri into fresh paroxysms of pleasure. I mashed her breasts together and flogged the pair of nipples like she’d done to me, with the same splendid results.
“My pussy! Can you eat out my pussy, Julie!?”
My paws froze on her boobs. The temperature inside our snow-hut skyrocketed another hundred degrees.
Terri didn’t wait for an answer to her awesomely provocative question. She lifted her tits out of my hands and shifted around under the blankets, so that I wasn’t facing her boobs anymore, I was facing her pussy.
She straddled my head with her thighs, her knees sinking into the mushy snow beneath the blankets. I felt her hands grasp my quivering thighs, heard her slide the blankets off her head and felt the cool air bathe my feet and legs, Terri’s hot breath steam against my bare pussy.
I stared up into the girl’s shaven slit. Her plump little brown pussy lips glistened with moisture. I was mesmerized, the spicy scent of the woman filling my dizzy head like her sex was filling my unblinking eyes.
Then I was jolted wickedly aware again, when Terri suddenly took a long, hard, wet slurp on my slit. “Ohmigod!” I shrieked, shocked with sensation.
She licked me again, and again and again, stroking my dark flaps with her tongue, setting my loins on fire. I could feel every bud of her tongue, as they dragged over my super-sensitive lower lips, velvet sandpapering my slit. I gasped into her pussy, and she splatted it right down onto my mouth.
I had no choice. I had to reciprocate — share and share alike. So I grabbed onto Terri’s taut little butt cheeks, really sinking my shaking fingers into the hot flesh, and I stuck out my tongue and shifted my head back and forth, licking Terri’s pussy like she was licking mine.
She spasmed and moaned, her voice vibrating deep in my pussy and echoing all through the rest of my shimmering body. The girl tasted just as great downstairs as she did upstairs, my happy lapping tongue teasing the juices out of her slit. My fingernails bit into her rippling buttocks, as I licked and licked and licked.
She pulled my flaps apart and shot her tongue right into my slit, burying it deep.
“Unnnh!” I gulped into the girl’s cunt.
I followed her sexy lead, slipping my fingers out of her bum and parting the fleshy curtain formed by her pussy lips. Then spearing my sticker right inside, forcing my hardened pink appendage full-length into Terri’s silky pink tunnel. She moaned inside me in appreciation.
Then she writhed her tongue around inside my pussy, sending electric jolts of joy arcing all through me, up from the plug-in point. I squirmed my tongue around inside her pussy, swabbing all of her pleasure nerves. We were joined at the tongues and twats, going native, in our element.
Terri bobbed her head up and down, tongue-fucking my pussy. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking her pussy with my tongue. We pumped faster and faster, pounding into each other with our mouth-organs, playing a way sensuous tune. Until Terri suddenly pulled all the way back, and out; then parted my flaps higher up, sealed her precious lips around my puffed-up clit and sucked.
My tongue jumped deep in her slit, giving voice to my profound appreciation for what she was doing. Then I reeled the appendage back in, found her clit and hit it with my lips, and sucked.
Her pink button was swollen up as much as mine; it throbbed in my mouth like mine in hers. I urgently sucked. She urgently sucked. We tugged each other to the very, slippery edge of all-out orgasm with our impassioned vaccing.
Terri halted the headlong rush to igloo ecstasy, at least temporarily. She popped out from between my legs and swung her luscious legs and pussy away from my gasping mouth. She positioned herself back on top of me, wanting to consummate our mutual lust face-to-face, pussy-on-pussy.
The girl showed me how one woman can really fuck another woman in such a small icebox. She was such a wonderful teacher, me her apt pupil.
Terri kneed my legs further apart and dropped her pussy bump right over mine, commenced rubbing. I don’t know if that’s how the Eskimo lesbians did it on long, cold winter nights, but it sure set my night ablaze. We were molten against one another.
“Yeah, Terri! Fuck me, Terri!” I cried, clutching her pumping cheeks, helping her grind our wildly tingling twats together.
We moved faster and faster. The wet velvet friction built and built. The sexual heat flamed inferno.
“Yes!” we cried as one, our lust exploding, almost blowing the roof off our cold-weather love shack.
Searing orgasm after orgasm stoked our shuddering bodies, burning up red-hot from our hard-bumping cunts, melding us together.
It seemed like an awfully elaborate way for the girl to get busy with me. She could’ve just come out and asked (I’d had a crush on her since the start of class), and we could’ve just hooked-up in my nice, warm dorm room. Then again, I did learn how to build an indigenous shelter out of snow, and how to make it melt.
Chapter 8 — A Night to Remember
Let me tell you about something that happened to me recently. It was one of hottest things I’ve ever done and I wont forget it for a long time, maybe not ever.
I’ve been married to a wonderful man for seventeen years now. Steve and I bought our first home together in the summer of 2001, in a small town in Quebec. Last summer, I got a job as a barmaid at our local bar and met some very interesting characters. This story is about one of them.
