roamed. The tube was snug around her tongue and she loved that. She worked one hand loose from Lisa's ass, got it into the woman's sweet snatch from behind, and she poked home with a lustful vengeance. Atop her, Lisa quivered and moaned, and Jo knew that she wasn't the only one enjoying this magic moment. Oh, God, she thought, it's really happening! No matter how the rest of my life goes, I've had this. And I'll never ever forget it!
Lisa rocked back, until she was lying atop Jo's lean body, her taut-fleshed legs on either side of Jo's head, her pussy jammed against Jo's eager mouth. Jo rammed her tongue into Lisa, then reached up, and took hold of the woman's jiggling tits. They were hard with excitement, the nipples an inch long and fat as pinky fingers. Jo squeezed the nipples, squeezed until Lisa throbbed and shook atop her, and she kept her tongue busy, in and out of her 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,' Lisa panted. 'Oh, you're doing it, Jo! 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! Ohhhhh-wowwwwww!'
Her pussy was responding like a well tuned engine. When Jo 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. Jo's face was already soaked, from sweat and cooze juice, but everything was good and she wanted more. Oh, God, she wanted everything!
Lisa jerked her pussy back, and Jo couldn't raise her face high enough to follow. Lisa rolled off Jo, 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 Jo's mouth and Jo sucked as vigorously as she'd nursed Lisa's clit. At the same time Lisa's hands were on Jo's body, ravishing her tits, sliding down her belly, fighting with the button of Jo's tight jeans. 'Come loose, goddamn it,' Lisa growled, and the button opened and her hand thrust inside.
She slid beneath the waistband of Jo's panties, fingers burrowing through Jo's little jungle of dark pubic hair. Jo's twat was leaky with hot juice too, and Lisa's fidgety fingers only increased the flow.
'Hair,' Lisa 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, Jo thought, docs she have to fucking ask? She lifted her ass and Lisa pulled down pants and panties in one quick motion, baring Jo to the ankles. The shoes had to come off before Jo could be stripped totally, and it was hard getting the shoes off because Jo's toes were curled tightly, tense with excitement.
But the shoes fell away, and Lisa was grunting heavily as she jerked off Jo's pants, and then both of them were naked, two glowing female bodies hot with desire and lust. She stared at Jo's twat, her eyes glittering as she drank in the loveliness of the curling hairs. Jo was just as turned on by Lisa's hairless twat. To each her own, she thought, her hand sliding up and down Lisa's smooth tanned thigh. The woman was tanned to the same shade of a new-penny copper all over, a tribute to the California sun and a landmark to Jo's arousal. Jo's hand worked up the inside of Lisa's leg and the fingers came to rest on the girl's puss-bare cunt-mound. The flesh was blazing hot, or so it felt to Jo's excited fingers, and the slice dripped sticky juices. Jo worked her fingers in that goo, then started to punch one into Lisa's hole.
'Right,' Lisa said. 'It's time to play!' She cupped Jo's mound, squeezed it. 'Hair tickles,' she announced with a girlish giggle. 'I shaved mine when I was married because Jim likes it that way. Maybe sometime, though, I'll let the fuzz grow out again. '
'I like it this way, too,' Jo husked. 'I really get off on it, too.'
Lisa giggled, and she arranged herself over Jo, pussy to face. As her hairless twat settled down on Jo's mouth, the auburn-haired girl thought it felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. '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 Lisa's mouth, Lisa's wet hungry mouth, covering Jo's entire cunt bulge, sucking hard. Jo 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 tear up the canvas and bind Lisa 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.
Lisa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Jo to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Lisa opened Jo'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, Jo told herself. How many others had there been? How many? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea. She hated the idea of other women having known Lisa, of the sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women's cunts. But I have her now, Jo thought, taking a death grip on Lisa's ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I'm not going to Jet her go! Not until I'm good and ready. And I may never be that ready.
Fingers stabbed into Jo, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Jo rationalized, I don't have to tell her what I like. She knows what to do to please me.
Her tongue raced up into Lisa'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. Lisa's clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Jo had ever seen in any of the magazines she had looked at, 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 Lisa's excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Lisa and wet the ball of Jo'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 Lisa's come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Lisa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Jo could easily drown. But what a way to die!
Had Lisa really seen her last night? Had Lisa been aware of Jo'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 in here today only to see if Jo would paint her, or had she come here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Lisa's, right from the start. In all her dreams Jo had never thought something like-this would happen to her…
But it was happening; even as she drank the flowing honey of Lisa's twat, Jo knew that it was wonderful. But, in a way, it was worse, too, worse than the passion she'd been nursing since last evening. She was getting Lisa, sure, but what was she getting? Lisa was her brother's wife. This could be nothing more than a one- afternoon-stand, to coin a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour's passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Jo'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 Lisa's pink-petaled pussy.
Jo grabbed the blonde woman's lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Lisa'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 Jo had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Lisa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Lisa, 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. Lisa 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,' Jo moaned. 'I'm going to come all over you, Lisa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!'
