gulping a tongue.

She dissolved in a gush, her being reduced to a Technicolor droplet of cunt juice.

Much later-minutes or hours-Kit found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, an arm curled about Myra, kneading a big tit.

Myra was lighting another pink cigarette.

Kit took her turns at pulling on it. Each time she ballooned, pot smoke raising her off the bed.

She gazed at Myra's tits. Incredibly swollen. The aureoles were long cones flowing into the finger-like nipples. They made Kit recall the time she visited a farm and tried milking a cow. The fleshy, hand-sized teats had been like this. Kit fisted one. It filled her hand. She bent down and licked the turgid nipple, then impaled her mouth on it and sucked.

She nibbled in rubbery aureole, gulped the nipple to her throat.

Myra finished the pink grass stick while Kit tilled her hands with tits, sucking one and then the other. She thrust her face in between them and laughed as she rolled the, soft melons on her cheeks, into her ears, her eyes.

They fell onto the bed then.

'Kit, baby, are you going to lap me?'

Kit abandoned her mammary feast and looked down Myra's white belly at her tawny pubes, a soft-edged triangle of hair extending almost to her hipbones, a froth of curls bushing on her mound, curving down between her legs to separate into sticky cunt lip hairs. The fat labia were ovaled about her gash, a wide, glistening red trough, and the oversized, dripping clit pointed up at her.

Kit said, 'I never have-'

'You'll love it. Try it, baby.'

Kit paused, thinking that in lesbianism there was freedom from Sonny's cock. But she could not picture herself going down on a girl's snatch.

She moved, perhaps impelled by curiosity, into the cradle of Myra's thighs and the hairy gates of her twat. The long clit was standing out from under its hood. The inner lips were swollen and seemed to quiver, shedding juice; Myra's hole was an immense coral ring leading to darkness. Below it, ass hair almost concealed the pucker of her anus.

Kit grasped the undersides of the girl's white thighs. Nearing, her nostrils quivered at the smell of hot cunt. Her blood pounded. The odor writhed hotly in her mind and sent her down into the gash, licking hard.

She swabbed the slippery flesh, the softest, slickest thing she had ever tasted. Within seconds she was sucking the long clit, holding it in her mouth and licking it. She loved it!

I'm a lesbian now, she thought. A grass-smoking cunt lapper, and I love it. She speared her tongue up the hole. Delicious! She sucked the juice. Soon she was drunk on it. She mouthed the whole cunt, sucking the big, hairy lips into her mouth, drawing off and swallowing a mouthful of vaginal drool.

Myra cried, 'Honey, you're a wonderful cunt lapper! Let's do it to each other.'

Kit responded eagerly. Soon she found herself on her back, gazing up the spread of Myra's thighs to her hair- fringed snatch and the white globes of her ass. She drew her lover down, digging her fingers into pearly buttocks, licking even before the drooling gash was within reach.

It was sheer ecstasy. She heeled the girl's shoulders, felt the tit cushions between them flatten under Myra's weight, and when her cunt gulped at the other's lashing tongue, she puckered her lips on the oversized clit above her and sucked it right into her mouth.

Myra moaned loudly. Kit wrenched her hips, shoving them into a fuck movement that soon had her flowing, her hole a pool of juice that her lover frothed with her gyrating tongue.

Kit's cunt was churning into orgasm, but now, sucking clit, fingering the girl's luscious behind, she was again time-stretched, gazing into the inviting depths of the big cunt hole, tonguing away at the dl, languorously lipping the jellied inner labia, almost lazily breathing into the yawning cunt before licking up it.

Her come was surprising, a high point flowing into another without breaking the rhythm of her belly's soft inward pulls. Myra came harder, squashing her open split on Kit's face.

Kit wolfed in the tender flesh, drank of it, breathed only the intoxicating cunt odors Her next come seemed to turn her pussy inside out. But nothing ended! She was rising toward yet another climax.

She realized that they were going to lap each other and come every few minutes until exhaustion made them stop.

It's all I need, Kit thought. At last I'm content

CHAPTER FOUR

Sonny rode with Lily and her father to deliver the last of the spring petunias, straggly, overgrown plants, to the Circle Market. He and Mr. Folsom hauled the flats out of the station wagon. For once Lily did not help. Wearing a brief pink dress, she remained in her seat, like a princess being waited on.

As they drove off Sonny noted that she was wearing a bra, which made her titties stick out, unnaturally hard cones. But she sure looked beautiful, roses in her cheeks, her glowing eyes feeding on Sonny when she turned his way. She had never looked this beautiful before. It was surprising her father did not notice, and figure that something extraordinary had happened to her.

As always Mr. Folsom was wrapped up in his thoughts. He was a hard-jawed man with powerful hands on the steering wheel, thickly haired arms, and a bull neck developed by ball-playing.

He had a gravelly voice. He asked, 'Movie out at eleven? Then you'll be home by quarter after?'

'Yes, Daddy,' Lily said.

They would be home at quarter after. No dodging that.

Mr. Folsom took a cigar stub from the car dashboard and bit on it.

He said, 'Tomorrow we'll pot the first of the May violets. Sonny, you want to earn some dough?'

'Sure. Unless my mother has something scheduled.'

Mr. Folsom nodded.

He let them out at the theater, handing Lily a dollar. He said, 'For popcorn,' and drove off.

In the lobby Lily took Sonny's arm and cuddled up to him. Kids they knew from school eyed them. Sonny took her to the popcorn machine, not because he wanted some but to let Lily show them off as a twosome.

They sat in the back row. She squirmed into the curve of his arm, looking up for a kiss. He did it gently. Gosh, he sure had learned a lot in a short time. How to brush his lips over hers, wet them up with his tongue, then suck lightly.

She sighed, dropped her head on his shoulder. He reached under her arm and caressed her bra-firmed breast. Lily whispered, 'Urn-mm. I like that.'

In her ear he said, 'But your tit is hard. It doesn't feel right.'

'Well, the bra makes my breasts stick out so people will notice them. Anyhow, I'm not wearing panties. That's the important thing.'

He slid a hand under her skirt and caressed her furry little pussy. She spread, her legs to let him finger into her honeyed slit.

Her hand climbed over his thigh and fastened on his cock.

The movie was different from any he had ever seen, a wide-screen blast of color about ten miles away. They watched it. They laughed when everybody else did. But it was beyond their horizon and when they left and walked homeward, arms about each other, Sonny had not the faintest idea what they had seen.

They stopped every block to kiss and got home at ten after eleven. Both houses were lighted. They groaned. Five minutes to go.

In the shadows of the big maple tree at the curb between the two houses, they stood together, kissing. He raised her skirt and stroked her cunt lips. She unzipped him and slid a hand inside his pants, squeezing his horny prick.

He whispered, 'I'd like to-' 'So would I.'

'We could go out back of the greenhouse.'

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