nipples.
They seemed to swell and blossom to breathtaking proportions as I mouthed them, one after the other, and Belinda pressed her chest against my face. She had a full, womanly set of tits, and I could have been content merely to put my head between them and let the tanned globes caress my cheeks.
Belinda was tan all over, her body an even, sun-kissed shade of gold, and her face was flushed with excitement. I could feel a pounding of blood in my own temples, and there was a mist of spittle on my lips as I took them from her breasts and we stood face-to-face once more.
'It's my turn now,' she husked, and she grabbed me by the waist. Resisting her was a fun thing to do, and we wrestled our way to the bed, bouncing upon it together in a tangle of legs and arms. Belinda pinned me easily, my legs apart, hers between them. She lay atop me, our crotches pressed tightly, and there was so much wetness between my legs that hers must have been leaking onto me. As she perched there, her boobs jiggled, the nipples sticking out big and pink, and my tits were heaving, too, and my nipples were just as big, just as pink, and I wanted so much for Belinda to suck on me.
Her teeth were smooth and white and even, a model's set of teeth, or an actress', and her lips were full and sensuous. I pursed my own, imagining how those lips would feel when they began to chew and pull my teats, and I wanted to see the red marks of her lipstick on my jugs. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her head downward. She laughed, all silver and sparkle, and her open mouth fell upon my tits.
We rolled on the bed as Belinda nursed me, and I found out how erectile my nipple tissue really was. The points engorged and thrust out a mile as her mouth pulled and twisted on them. I wrapped my hands around her head and clutched her to my bosom.
She reached between my legs as we writhed, and her hand seized a painful of my copper-bushed cunt- mound. The first sensation I felt was pain, the awful memory of that nasty Alan fucking me so rudely, but the soreness vanished as Belinda's hand applied itself to the job of soothing away my cares. She rubbed and caressed, my pussy hair crackling electrically, and her knuckle joints tickled the tender lips of my slit. When two of her fingers went inside me without warning, it was a moment I knew I'd never forget.
Remember, I was still menstruating, and my cunny was sore as a busted finger inside. Belinda didn't abuse me – she remembered, too, it was obvious – but she did show me how thin and how delightful was the division between pain and ecstasy. Her fingers were long and slim, and they wiggled in my tight glove-like pussy, squirming so deeply that her finger rings scraped and tickled the flanges at my entrance.
I whined and jerked and tried to fuck my pussy onto her fingers, to suck her hand all the way up my cunt. I could have done it, but she wasn't ready for that. At least not yet. She just kept diddling me with those two long fingers, all the while sucking, biting, and kissing my tits.
She had a good oral technique. Her mouth fondled my nipples, teeth gently pulling the points as far as they would stretch. And before the rubbery tips could retract, she would lave them round and round with her tongue, last of all planting a smacking little kiss on the titty hard-ons she had orally nurtured. And just as often she would abandon the nipples altogether, using her tongue to lick big swirling circles on the lower and inner curves of my tits, teasing the sensile tissue there in ways I'd never been teased before.
My hand stroked up and down her back, into the cleft of her butt-cheeks. I found her asshole and probed it with a fingertip. Belinda wasn't uptight about her shithole. Apparently it had seen its share of use and was ready to be used again, for my finger met no resistance at all from her sphincter muscle. If anything, she was able to open herself up and suck me inside her ass, and her butt wiggled happily when we came together.
So there we were. I still couldn't believe it. Belinda made Lilly seem an amateur at lesbian love, and I knew that I was being had by an expert. Was Belinda a dyke, like Lilly and I were? I wanted to know, of course, but that could wait till later. We had some screwing to do.
I pulled my finger out of her asshole and patted the plump cheeks of her butt. 'I want to eat you,' I told the top of her head. 'Let me eat you. Please!'
She raised her head. 'Unh-unh,' she giggled. 'You're a guest in this house, and my guests always come first.'
With that she touched my thigh, beckoning it to slip aside, and she pulled her fingers from my pussy. I caught a quick sight of her mood ring. It had been black when we first met, there in the woods, but now it was a gleaming purple. No doubt at all about her state of mind. She stroked my tummy with the flat of one hand, her eyes fixed on my pussy, and then she dropped her head and moved in on me.
'Hey!' I squealed as her mouth clamped down on my cunt. Had she forgotten so soon? Oh, God, this would spoil everything! As soon as she stuck her tongue into the sticky mess inside me. Belinda's mouth roved up and down my cuntal region, licking and kissing. She caught some pussy hairs in her teeth and pulled them friskily, making me jerk and squeak, and I felt her tongue gliding across the supersensitive region at the tops of my thighs. And then she was licking the slice of my cunt, licking it with a free good will, her pink tongue flitting and fucking on the little protrusion of my inner labes. Oh, I thought, this is too good to be happening!
Belinda spread my gash with her fingers and she rammed her tongue into my hole. If she noticed the female fluids created by my period, she didn't let me know. And when her tongue found my throbbing cunt and began to bat it from side to side like a croquet ball, I didn't care any more.
She made humming, appreciative sounds as she slurped and sucked between my legs, and my cunt opened up like a gaping mouth to give her access.
Her fingers played with the rim while her tongue stabbed inside, and it seemed as if she had her entire head inside me. I could feel the point of her chin burrowing between my cunt-lips, and then it was replaced by her dainty nose, and finally her tongue roved inside once again, giving me the best of all. I lunged upward time after time as her mouth loved me, and I smeared my pussy upon her lovely face.
Belinda's legs were near my head, and I reached for them. They were smooth and cleanly shaven, just like her cunt, and it was such a contrast from Lilly who believed that body hair was where it was at. Well, Lilly was fine in her place, but right now I was in Belinda's place. I couldn't pull the woman close enough to get my own mouth into action, but I was able to stick my thumb into her hole and my little finger into her shitter, and I began to use them as best I could for her benefit and amusement. It seemed to work.
She hopped when I double-pronged her and she lapped more furiously at my puss. Her mumbling moans increased and the vibrations tremored throughout my entire cunt. I got a thigh round her neck and pulled her head closer in a wicked wrestler's lock that Belinda didn't seem to mind at all.
She had the tightest, wettest snatch imaginable. It was in prime condition, besides. My thumb moved curiously inside it as I tested its velvety smoothness, and I kept brushing the bud of her clitoris. Bud? Her love- trigger was more like a treetrunk! It was big and limber, and it seemed to get bigger and more limber each time I strummed it in play. At the same time I'd wiggle and crook the little finger that plugged her asshole, and it seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
There's an old joke about how to tell when a snatch is worn out. You stick your thumb in the pussy and another finger in the ass and, if you can still snap them, then it's worn out. Well, that's a man's joke. And Belinda was nowhere near worn out. She was tight and wet and any guy in the world would have been drooling to be in my shoes right then. But it was me she was loving, and that was how it should have been.
The asshole and the cunt aren't very far apart. As my little finger jiggled inside her ass it could feel my thumb moving on the other side of the little wall of flesh that separates the two tracts. So I tried to work them in a kind of rhythmic alternation. Wiggle, thumb! Plunge, little finger! Each time Belinda squirmed where her body met my hand and joined it, and each time I made my finger work take on a slightly altered tempo so that she couldn't guess what I might do to her next.
As if I had any idea myself! Her cunt was tight and wet and oozing with vibrant energy. She knew how to use it. The muscles inside her twat rippled and milked my finger, and it wasn't so much me thumbing Belinda as Belinda cuntally ingesting my thumb. She heaved and jerked as she made love to my hand and snatch, and I could smell the lilac fragrance of her body so near to mine.
Belinda was no slouch in the snatch-eating department. God knows how I must have tasted to her. No one had ever gone down on me while I was on the rag before, and of course I loved it, but the girl must either have a cast-iron stomach or the most intense pussy hunger imaginable. She pried my labes widely with her fingers and she ravished my twat with her tongue, not forgetting to use her teeth when I least expected it.
My legs were thrown far apart and Belinda used her tongue and fingers on them, too, abandoning my steamy hole long enough for a bit of extracurricular stimulation. She'd be leaving teeth marks on my thighs,
