really happening! No matter how the rest of my life goes, I’ve had this. And I’ll never ever forget it!
Melissa rocked back, until she was lying atop Sheila’s tall, lean body, her taut-fleshed legs on either side of Sheila’s head, her pussy jammed against Sheila’s eager mouth. Sheila rammed her tongue into Melissa, then reached up, and took hold of the girl’s jiggling tits. They were hard with excitement, the nipples an inch long and fat as pinky fingers. Sheila squeezed the nipples, squeezed until Melissa throbbed and shook atop her, and she kept her tongue busy, in and out the vagina, up to bathe the clit in hot saliva, back down to the hole again. Everything was so delicious she didn’t know where to lunch next. She wanted to eat that cunt hole, to chew it up and digest it and absorb it into her own system so she could keep it with her always.
“Suck me sweet,” Melissa panted. “Oh, you’re doing it, Sheila! You’re eating me! Nobody eats like another woman, do they? Nothing tastes like a pussy? I want to smother you with my cunt! I want to get your whole head into me! I want to pull you up my snatch and never let you go! Your tongue, baby! Use your fucking tongue! Fuck me with your motherfucking tongue! Slurp, slurp! Ohhhhhh—wowwwwww…”
Her pussy was responding like a well-tuned engine. When Sheila wasn’t burying her face in the sweet hairless crack, that sweet hairless crack was thrusting at her face, cooze juice leaking from the slit, thick and tart and as addictive as good wine. Sheila’s face was already soaked, from sweat and cooze juice, but she wanted more. Oh, God, she wanted everything!
Melissa jerked her pussy back, and Sheila couldn’t raise her face high enough to follow. Melissa rolled off Sheila, turned around fast, threw herself down upon the supine girl, began to kiss her mouth hungrily, using lips and tongue and teeth. “I can taste me,” she said. “I can taste me all over you.” Her tongue shot into Sheila’s mouth and Sheila sucked as vigorously as she’d nursed Melissa’s clit. At the same time Melissa’s hands were on Sheila’s body, ravishing her tits, sliding down her belly, fighting with the button of Sheila’s tight jeans. “Come loose, Goddamn it,” Melissa growled, and the button opened and her hand thrust inside.
She slid beneath the waistband of Sheila’s panties, fingers burrowing through Sheila’s little jungle of dark pubic hair. Sheila’s twat was leaky with hot juice too, and Melissa’s fidgety fingers only increased the flow.
“Hair,” Melissa sighed. “I like to nuzzle in hair. Get your pants off. Let’s eat each other. You can lick me with no hair and I can wallow in your fluff. Okay?”
Did she have to ask? My God, Sheila thought, does she have to fucking ask? She lifted her ass and Melissa pulled down pants and panties in one quick motion, baring Sheila to the ankles. The shoes had to come off before Sheila could be stripped totally, and it was hard getting the shoes off because Sheila’s toes were curled tightly, tense with excitement.
But the shoes fell away, and Melissa was grunting heavily as she jerked off Sheila’s pants, and then both of them were naked, two glowing female bodies hot with desire and lust. She stared at Sheila’s twat, her eyes glittering as she drank in the loveliness of the curling hairs. Sheila was just as turned on by Melissa’s hairless twat. To each her own, she thought, her hand sliding up and down Melissa’s smooth tanned thigh. The girl was tanned to the same shade of new penny copper all over, a tribute to the California sun and a landmark to Sheila’s arousal. Sheila’s hand worked up the inside of Melissa’s leg and the fingers came to rest on the girl’s puffy bare cuntal mound. The flesh was blazing hot, or so it felt to Sheila’s excited fingers, and the slice dripped sticky juices. Sheila worked her fingers in that goo, then started to punch one into Melissa’s hole.
“Right,” Melissa said. “It’s time to play!” She cupped Sheila’s mound, squeezed it. “Hair tickles,” she announced with a girlish giggle. “I shaved mine when I was working at the massage parlor. The customers really get off on it. Maybe I’ll let the fuzz grow out again.”
“I like it this way,” Sheila husked. “I really get off on it, too.”
Melissa giggled, and she arranged herself over Sheila, pussy to face. As her hairless twat settled down on Sheila’s mouth, the auburn-haired girl thought, a massage parlor. A split-beaver centerfold model. I have picked myself a slut this time, and that’s for sure! And isn’t it what I was looking for? A girl to roll in garbage with? “Come here,” she murmured to the descending pussy and her tongue lifted to kiss it hello…
Something kissed her own pussy at almost the same instant. It was Melissa’s mouth, Melissa’s wet hungry mouth, covering Sheila’s entire cuntal bulge, sucking hard. Sheila moaned, her mouth full of hot hairless twat, and she began to writhe. She was so juiced-up that it wouldn’t take much to set her coming, but there would be more. God, if she had to, she’d rip up a canvas or two and make little ropes to bind Melissa hand and foot! Keep her out here the whole Goddamned day, rape her as thoroughly as any woman had ever been raped in this world’s history!
Melissa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Sheila to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Melissa opened Sheila’s snatch and started to lick her way in and out, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I’m not the first cooze she’s eaten, Sheila told herself. How many others had there been? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea of other women having known Melissa, of that sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women’s cunts. But I had her now, Sheila thought, taking a death grip on Melissa’s ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I’m not going to let her go! Not until I’m good and ready. And I may never be that ready.
Fingers stabbed into Sheila, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Sheila rationalized, I don’t have to educate her, the way I did with Lucy and Janice. We’re not starting from scratch. We’re equals, in a way, this young girl and I. And the best way to prove we’re equals, the best way to show her I know what I’m doing too, is…
Her tongue raced up into Melissa’s rippling snatch and she felt the eager play of muscles inside the sweet- scented pussy. Hot drippings smeared her face, coated her raging tongue. Melissa’s clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Sheila had ever seen, a thrill to behold, a treat to suck, a privilege to make love to. She washed it with her tongue and she sucked it and she loved it, and she felt Melissa’s excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Melissa and wettened the ball of Sheila’s chin. Reluctantly she left off clit sucking and scooped low with her tongue, hungry for those juices. She drank them avidly and her tongue worked inside, lapping up still more and more and more of Melissa’s come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Melissa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Sheila could easily drown. But what a way to die!
Had Melissa really seen her last night? Had Melissa been aware of Sheila’s desire from the moment of their first meeting? It seemed incredible, almost impossible to believe, but it had to be true. And had she come up here today only to watch Sheila paint, or had she come up here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Melissa’s, right from the start. In all her other relationships Sheila had made the first move. Maybe this indicated that her luck was beginning to change? God, she hoped so! If anyone needed a change of luck…
But it would not be. Even as she drank the flowing honey of Melissa’s twat, Sheila knew that it was hopeless. In its way, it was worse than the passion she’d been nursing since last evening. She was getting Melissa, sure, but what was she getting? Melissa was Lou’s girl. This could be nothing more than a one-afternoon-stand, to turn a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour’s passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Sheila’s heart began to deflate. There was a God and he was punishing her in the most vindictive fashion possible. He was giving her a taste of paradise, but he would also take it away and she could only hunger and pine for all time to come, aching for one more sip of the manna that dripped, not from heaven, but from something much better—the crack of Melissa’s pink petaled pussy.
Sheila grabbed the blonde girl’s lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Melissa’s cooze as if pussy were going out of style tomorrow and she needed to get more than her greedy share today.
It was good. Jesus, it was so good! Better even than she’d dreamed it could be. Her fantasies had been only fantasies. She had never guessed that they might be capable of fulfillment. All last night Sheila had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Melissa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Melissa, and she knew how sweet dreams could be, how gratified a body could feel when hungers were fed. She worked her tongue in and out of the tight sweet crack, and she felt magic things take place in her own twat. Melissa had a tongue like an angel, and if those fingers of hers were artistic in no other fashion, they were talented when it came to pronging and stroking a hot, horny cunt.
“I’m going to come,” Sheila moaned. “I’m going to come all over you, Melissa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!”
