that, Freda?”
“Caroline, please, I am burning. Do what you will with me. I am yours to do with as you please.”
“All over you?” and she rumbled as the true meaning dawned upon her and she hid her blushing face in Freda's bosom, that she might not see the look of lust and the eager light of passionate greediness that lighted her orbs.
“Why not, Caroline?” said Freda. “A little tonguing down there would not hurt me and of course it would not do anything to you. Besides, your finger hurts me so, and your tongue would not. Will you do it, sister mine?”
“Why, you surely do not want me to get down there and insert my tongue into your cleft, do you?”
“Oh please, Caroline, your finger hurts me as I said before. Your tongue will be more soft and pleasing.”
“In there?” persisted the tantalizing Caroline.
“Yes, in there and all over me. It will not kill you, and it will be much nicer than having your finger groping about. Besides, you can see where you are and enjoy it as much as I.”
“But, Freda,” exclaimed Caroline, not desiring to appear too willing to capitulate. “You would not like me if I obeyed. You would not care for me if you realized that I would deliberately go down and slobber over your person.”
“Oh, Caroline,” exclaimed Freda petulantly, “what is the matter with you? Why be so silly about this matter? What is a little tonguing between friends, just for mutual pleasure. There is no harm in it. Why, silly, I would do the same for you.”
“What,” exclaimed the astonished Caroline, rising up on the bed and looking at Freda to see if she were joking. “Would you really do it to me also?”
Without a word of warning, Freda rose up and toppled Caroline over on her back, and before the astonished but enraptured Caroline could say “Boo,” she had dived between her legs and implanted a throbbing kiss upon her quivering quim.
Inserting her burning tongue within Caroline's hot slit, she tongued vigorously upon Caroline's stiffening clitoris, thrusting her tongue up into the lax crack, causing Caroline to almost leap from the bed in ecstasy. The touch of her sister's tongue was thrilling in the extreme and her eyes rolled upward and she moaned with lust.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Freda, enough, enough. I cannot stand it. Stop! Stop! I tell you,” and as Freda lifted her head from Caroline's burning crack, Caroline pushed down her dresses and, turning on her side, lay quivering and panting on the bed.
Freda continued to gaze at her sister while she mechanically fingered her own coosie, and at last she turned to the exhausted Caroline and said, “Nicer, isn't it?”
Freda continued to gaze with rapt attention at the prostrate quivering Caroline.
Suddenly she turned her over again and, with a feeble protest from Caroline, lifted her dresses and explored the pulsating crevice.
The rich plump outer lips quivered and contracted and a thin slimy stream of ooze issued from the warm retreat.
Freda continued to gaze at this with greedy eyes, and lowering her head again between the white firm legs, she gently lapped away at the outer portal of her sister's cave of pleasure.
Caroline twitched and tossed as she felt the soft warm tongue with its caressing motion go gently up and down the outer lips of her coosie.
The pleasure was comparable only to that in which a man lays his rampant organ against the outer portals and slowly and with tantalizing motion draws his throbbing weapon against the mouth of a woman's throbbing, pulsating bower.
Freda was indeed adept in the difficult art of lapius, as it was known to the ancients, although, at present, through puritanical tendencies of this age, it is not generally practiced.
Far away and long ago on the famed isle of Lesbos, the amorous females of that ancient period congregated and indulged in just such loving bouts, to the exclusion of any male participants.
Heliopolis, Melodolous, and Sappho, famed beauties of the ancient days, would spend what might now be termed vacation days on just such loving bouts as we have mentioned here in these annals of love.
Nor was it considered a disgrace, such as people of today are wont to call it, lifting their eyes in alleged horror, lacking the courage to do what their very being calls, out for, then-very natures crave.
But to return to our modem exponents of this gentle art:
Freda continued to gaze at the recumbent Caroline, examining her quivering parts.
She ran her fair hand about the glorious and tempting mound, between the heavenly thighs, and molded and patted it gently.
Turning Caroline over, she attempted to gaze into her face, but Caroline buried it in Freda's bosom, from her sister's too ardent and greedy gaze.
“Come, Caroline, you have had your pleasure. I have demonstrated that I was willing to go down upon you. You no longer have any excuse for hesitating; everything is in readiness for your administrations. The stage is set. I am burning with an almost unquenchable lust. You have your job cut out for you. Show me just how much better you are than I. Get up, Caroline, come!”
“Oh, Freda!” sighed Caroline, her whole being a prey to the most delicious feelings and sensations. “Really and truly, my beloved sister, I feel perfectly strange.”
“Come,” said Freda, drawing Caroline's head gently yet firmly down to her neck, as she turned her head sideways. “Come, dear sister! Start on me now! No malingering! No subterfuges! You must go all the way down to that exciting spot that I know when touched will set my very mind afire.”
Caroline allowed Freda to press her face to her shoulder and, thrusting forth her trembling velvet tongue, she moved gently over shoulders and neck in quivering caresses, causing the young girl to experience the most delicious of sensations!
Slowly brushing her tongue over the delicate swell of her young sister's bosom, she ascended the soft quivering hills, causing Freda to writhe about; and upon reaching the delicate apex, crowned with a pinken erect nipple, hard and eager as if to do battle, Caroline engulfed the tip with her lips and rolled it gently between her teeth.
This delicate titillation seemed to drive Freda into a perfect torment of sensual feeling, and passing her hand behind her sister's cool head, she hugged it closely to her breast and panted in a perfect fever of emotion.
“O-o-o-h! Caroline!” she murmured. “Your tongue is a pleasure to me. The thrills that you inspire within me seem to sear my very brain! I am afire indeed and beg you, dear sister of mine, to love me with all your might.”
For answer, Caroline moved to the other breast, and after repeating this operation, she moved down a bit and allowed her agile tongue to skim gently the surface of her sister's now leaping abdomen. Licking in fast crisscross strokes, she hesitated an instant at the navel and buried her tongue in this delicate opening, causing Freda to leap back and forth, as if she were being penetrated by an erect organ.
Lower and lower sank the titillating tongue, until now she tongued the quivering and leaping loins of her sister's naked form; then, lifting her head for an instant's breath, she lifted one leg of the younger girl and, starting at the naked ankle, tongued her way up to the pleasing juncture of Freda's belly, causing the girl to undergo a tumult that at times threatened to throw her off the bed.
Repeating this operation with the other leg, not forgetting a few caresses upon the loins of the writhing girl who now lay as wax in her hands, Caroline slipped down to the floor, and drawing apart widely Freda's thighs, she gazed directly into the seat, the very heart of her sister's sensations.
The tender pinken outer lips, pouting like a half-blown rose, were parted tenderly by Caroline's finger, and the inner lips, their coral substance glittering and glistening with a slight preliminary dew, closed tightly around that tender, standing button, now slightly rosy and gorged as it nervously swayed. Caroline gazed with wonder at the tiny torturous channel, not as yet opened to the projectile of man, and she again tongued the inner flesh of Freda's thighs close up to this quivering orifice.
Each touch of Caroline's velvety tongue caused both of the sisters to experience the most tumultuous of sensations.
Pressing her lips closely around the knob, she sucked it furiously between her lips and drew in its swollen entirety within her fevered mouth, causing her passion-crazed sister to throw her thighs about Caroline's head, and press her sister's head in a sensual embrace.
