With that Sharon's belly erupted. Shrieking, she fell, tumbling on top of the other girl.
The whole world had gone black.
When Sharon at last came out of it, the blackness had hazed and green oozed in. She was again a mermaid a mile under the green sea.
She was lying on the couch, her head resting on Lita's belly. The other girl was caressing her cheeks. Fingers wound slowly down her throat to her titties, and there drew teasing circles.
Sharon's cunt still pulsed. Her crotch felt swampy.
Lita was murmuring, 'The time I decided I had to have you, it was about two weeks ago, one morning at the motel. I was terribly busy sorting out deliveries to the Boutique. I hurried into the john to pee. I opened a stall door without imagining that anybody was on the toilet. There you were, squatting, pissing, your panties down at your ankles and your thighs spread wide apart. I saw your muff, that lush, oversized bush of hair. Just a glimpse. But it turned me on instantly. Oh, I was already gone over your wobbling breasts. But seeing you sitting there, white thighs winged out, that glorious, red bush filling the space between, I knew I had to have you. Do you remember?'
Sharon nodded. 'You had already lifted your skirt when you opened the stall door. You weren't wearing panties.'
'We both laughed.'
'Yes.' Sharon rubbed her cheek on Lita's downy belly. She gazed at her mound, then caressed the thick tuft of blonde pubic hair. Lita sighed deeply and spread her legs. Sharon explored her crotch, first the plump, hairy, outer lips, then the gash. She caressed the oily inner lips. She became aware of the nostril-twitching odor of cunt. A pulse hammered in her temple. Trembling with desire, she raised up and climbed in between Lita's legs.
She kissed slick, golden thigh flesh while gazing into the girl's boat-shaped, pink inner twat. Lita's heels came down on her shoulders. She nibbled the wet lip hair, and she suddenly became voracious. Open-mouthed, she crowded in, pressing to the wet snatch, tongue extended to lash the rubbery clit. She licked into Lita's hole.
Lita shrieked, 'Darling! You're licking my cunt! I'm going to come, honey!'
Sharon clung to the other's heaving hips to keep from being thrust away. She sucked the hairy lips into her mouth and shook her head, ragging them about while stabbing her tongue into the blonde's hole.
Sucking at the juice, tonguing the girl's convulsing snatch, Sharon felt a savage delight. She was drowning in the musky juices, wallowing in the incredible squishiness that rolled about her face, spearing her tongue into her lover's sucking cunt. Yes, she loved nuzzling this steamy, writhing, tossing gash. Would she ever again care about cocks?
Lita cried, 'I want to lick you. Give me your pussy!'
Without leaving the delicious slit, Sharon climbed over Lita's thigh. The other's touch guided her as she straddled her torso and knelt, knees far apart, then lowered her crotch to Lita's face.
The first tongue-lash was like a splash of fire opening her pussy.
Groaning, she pressed her tits to Lita's hot belly, curled her arms around her thighs and fingered into her asshole. Lita arched up, quivering, her twat open so wide that Sharon's whole face was bathed in the hot juice of her palpitating gash.
Lita's tongue seemed a yard long, coiling and whipping in the depths of her cunt.
Sharon shrieked, 'Lick me, lick me, I'll come!'
She began churning toward an orgasmic peak. She lost track of time. Por ages, it seemed, she mouthed the hairy cunt and thrust her tongue into the sloshy vaginal cavity, screwing her finger deep into Lita's asshole.
She could see only the white cheeks and her finger. Then a red burn blotted out everything.
Lita's tongue seemed to extend through her split to her own mouth, and then extended into Lita's own hole. Sharon realized then that she was coming. She choked feebly, 'I'm there, Lita. I'm letting it all go.'
As she wove and humped through orgasm she thought, I'm a cunt lapper. I'm a lesbian. And I love it.
CHAPTER NINE
At three in the afternoon, Lita drove Sharon home.
She had slept a couple of hours and was still groggy when she left the car and climbed the path to her house.
In public – driving – Lita had been her proper, poised, beautiful self, though her hand had crept across the car seat and over Sharon's thigh to press the crotch of her shorts and squeeze her pussy.
Sharon entered the house. It was a nice enough place, small but decently furnished. They would have far better if her father did not spend his earnings like water on young broads. She heard noises.
She paused, holding her breath. Listening, she slipped into the dining room. Bedsprings were creaking.
She heard a loud moan. 'Buddy!'
He said, 'Spread your legs wider, Nancy. I want to whack all the way into your big hole.'
'Buddy! Your prick feels like a cannon!'
Sharon's eyes narrowed. Nancy! She hadn't had enough last night, had come here chasing Buddy's cock!
Sharon tiptoed through the dining room to the hall. The door of Buddy's room was ajar. She peered through the crack between door and jamb.
Buddy was on top, his ass to Sharon. Nancy's white legs were wrapped around his waist. He had raised up and was fucking her high. Sharon saw his scrotum fly up, baring his big pink cock as it slid into Nancy's cunt. His balls flopped down, swatting the white swells of her ass.
When Buddy's enormous, pink cock next pulled out, his balls fell to the side and Sharon could see the full curved length of prick, that pink, suckable man-meat, and the head that would choke any woman's hole.
She gazed at Nancy's big, livid cunt and at the wealth of dark, wet twat hair surrounding it. Sharon licked her parched lips. She wanted to mouth Nancy's cunt. Lita had really turned her on to the lesbian scene.
Despite her experiences of the day, Sharon was instantly hot. She raised her halter to her armpits and began kneading her breasts. Then, without unclasping the waist of her shorts, she unzipped the fly front and shoved a hand down inside her panties to the furry snatch that Lita had licked so many times. She probed her wet gash. Her clit was up again like a little prick, like Buddy's years ago when she used to bathe him. Was that why she had seduced him yesterday? Because his little peanut had been the first she ever held?
Nancy groaned, 'Oh, Buddy, I can't get enough. Will you come to the motel tonight and fuck me again there? Please?'
'I'll be pooped. This is the third time I've banged you this afternoon.'
'Buddy, if I promise to suck it, will you come to the motel? At about three in the morning? I'll suck it all the way, and drink your cum.'
Sharon spread her legs and slid two fingers into her snatch. She panted as she watched Buddy's fat pink cock slide in and out. It looked a little soft now. She wished she could go down on it and suck it to renewed stiffness. And she would lick Nancy's hairy cunt too. Were such thoughts disloyal to Lita? She did love Lita, and the things they had shared, the pool, the chaise lounge for two, the labyrinth of hedges, the sex room where she had first tasted woman juice.
Buddy sighed and drew out of Nancy's cunt. His salami of a cock was not limp but it lacked its normal, rigid curve.
He said, 'I'm kind of worn out. Do you want to suck it now?' He fell on his back. Nancy eagerly twisted down his body, seizing the softening member in her two hands.
She placed the pink cock between her tits, a dark-capped pair that Sharon guessed were as large as her own. She squeezed them in on it and rocked back and forth. Tiring of this sport, she raised the cock to her mouth and began licking the white goo from the glans.
Sharon could fairly taste it herself. She jammed her fingers deep into her cunt and thumbed her clit, bowing her legs and hipping into the thumb pressure. She had come many times today, but orgasmic pressure was building up again inside her.
