Sandra wasted no further time in getting what she wanted. She had always been a direct and aggressive girl, and now she was with a woman who fired her lust and her imagination. They were going to have one hell of a fuck together.
She pulled away from Kit for a few seconds, dislodging the girl's arms with difficulty. Still, Kit would have to learn a little patience; what Sandra was going to do now would turn the girl on all the more. Already the beautiful older girl could almost taste the girl's cunt, feel the soft pussy melting slowly in her mouth.
She reversed her position on the bed so that they were lying head to foot. That way it was easy for her to get at Kit's pulsing twat, shoot her tongue out and continue stimulating the girl in a way that could not be resisted.
Kit sighed with relief as she felt Sandra's tongue sliding eagerly into her dripping cunt. She had always been sensitive to cunt-lapping, and the girl was eating her out better than any man had ever done.
Sandra worked on Kit's clit for a few seconds, pleased at the way the tiny pink organ was responding to her tongue-lashing. It was easy as hell to turn Kit on, but the girl was nowhere near ready to have her climax. No, she was going to have to work hard to make Kit reach that point of release.
Her tongue was doing its work well and it was easy to wrap her arms around Kit's ass and hold the girl close to her own hungry body. Kit was beginning to approach her now, but it seemed as though Kit were still afraid to touch her pussy. It was frustrating as hell but she knew that Kit would soon come around, do the same thing she was doing to her.
Now her tongue had left the girl's clit and was plunging in and out of her fragrant snatch. Kit was warm and wet and totally delicious, the loveliest girl she had ever touched. Things were getting better and better between them, and soon the girl would know how to turn her on.
Suddenly Sandra felt the girl stoking her pussy, extending her long pink tongue and exploring the opening of her cunt. It felt absolutely fantastic already, even though the girl was hardly touching her. Still, her confidence was growing by leaps and bounds and that was the important thing.
'Yes, baby… that's it. Use your tongue… lick me, eat me!' Sandra cooed her encouragement.
Their bodies were locked together in a passionate embrace, Kit shooting her tongue in and out of Sandra's snatch with growing ease and assurance,
getting into it more and more, really doing a number on Sandra's honeyed cunt. They bucked and rocked against each other, trying to devour each other's pussies with their hot, lashing tongues and teeth. Moans and animal-like mewlings bounced off the walls of the tiny room.
Sandra forced her finger into Kit's asshole, wanting to turn the girl on all the more. Kit cried out, almost ready to spill her juices into Sandra's mouth. The other girl could hardly wait for it to happen. She had worked hard to seduce the beautiful younger girl, and soon she would receive the rich reward.
Kit pressed herself close to Sandra again, shooting her tongue deeper into the older girl's pussy. She was creaming heavily and now she was learning how to turn a woman on, how to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage. It had felt strange at first but now seemed the mast natural thing in the world, something she should have done years earlier.
Sandra had slowed down the pace of her caresses somewhat but Kit was aroused now, no longer able to control her reactions. Soon she would be ready to fill the girl's mouth with cunt-cream.
Her body started to react at that point, bucking back and forth, making it difficult for Sandra to keep her tongue inside the madly vibrating pussy. Yes, Kit was really passionate, Sandra thought. It was no wonder that both men found her so irresistible.
'Oh, my God,… it's happening… I'm coming! I'm coming!' Kit cried out, her body writhing and convulsing, raising her ass completely off the bed.
'Let it happen, baby give it to me… cream in my mouth!' Sandra urged as the river of sweet pussy-juice poured into her hungry mouth.
Kit squirmed and twisted on the bed but Sandra's expert tongue continued to drive her wild, flicking in and out with ever-increasing speed. She was feeling all sorts of new things inside her lovely body, one spasm of lust following another until she thought she was going to pass out.
On and on the streaming juice flowed, with Sandra eagerly lapping and swallowing the delicious honey in long, slurping gulps, until it overflowed her mouth and trickled down her chin, onto her heaving fits.
Slowly Kit's passion began to abate, and, heaving a long sigh of release, she foil back onto the pillows, knowing that no man had ever been able to eat her pussy out that well, not by a long shot.
'Was it good, lover?' Sandra cooed, reaching down to her own unfulfilled pussy, and ramming three fingers deep inside her seething hole.
'For me, fantastic,' Kit moaned softly. 'But, now, it's your turn.'
She eased her tongue back into Sandra's hungry cunt. The whole experience would be a waste unless she could turn Sandra on equally well, give the girl her reward.
Sandra gasped, savoring the aftertaste of her lover's cunt-cream. The girl was eating her out again, not expertly, but with great feeling and devotion.
Already her passion was beginning to mount again and she knew that it would not take much more effort for Kit to bring her over the edge.
Even now the girl's tongue was driving her crazy with desire, shooting in and out of her pussy tirelessly, not resting for a second. She was getting better with every flick of her talented tongue, an apt pupil, Sandra thought to herself.
Then she could hold back no longer. The girl's tongue was up inside her cunt as far as it could go now. Kit doubled her efforts, flicking her pink tongue like a serpent in and out of Sandra's clasping pussy, burying her nose hard into her sensitive cunt, bringing moans and gasps of joy from the lovely girl's lips.
She shot her tongue in once more and felt the woman starting to come.
'Oh shit, lover… I'm there! I'm coming like a fucking dam bursting!' Sandra wailed as an ocean of pussy-cum flooded Kit's sucking mouth.
She swallowed furiously, savoring every drop without hesitation, wanting to give her female lover all the ecstasy she had given Kit. Sandra had shown her the way and she was eager to show her gratitude.
It was over in a few minutes, the two girls lying in each other's arms, each nursing her own thoughts. Sandra was worried that Kit might have second thoughts about what she had done, but Kit was smiling up at her, showing that she had loved the whole experience and would soon be ready for more.
'I got the part!' Kit shrieked, hanging up the phone and shaking Terri by the shoulders. 'I report to Galaxy Studios Monday morning at 6 o'clock!'
'And who says it doesn't pay to sleep with the producer!' Terri replied, laughing and giving Kit a hug. 'What kind of a part is it, anyway?'
'Well, it's a western, and I play one of the dance-hall girls in a saloon, and I fall in love with Lance Westwood, the leading man, only he doesn't love me, he loves the school librarian, and in the end I die saving his life, and-'
'All right, already… I'll go see the movie!' Terri interrupted, moving to the bar and dropping ice into two glasses. 'This calls for a drink!'
'It calls for more than that! Let's really celebrate. Call up Cliff Richards and tell him he's taking us put for a night on the town!'
Cliff was more than happy to squire two gorgeous girls out for an evening, particularly these two, who had fucked him so totally and expertly for an entire weekend on the boat. And, after the evening he had in mind, he was sure he'd get more of the same.
Cliff escorted them to the most, lavish restaurant in town. They laughed, ate, and drank champagne. Heads turned all around them and the buzz of convention in the restaurant centered on their fascinating beauty, which included all three of them. One couple ventured up to their table, just as they were getting ready to leave, to ask for Cliff's autograph.
He signed a napkin with a great flourish, and then turned to the girls. 'Let's get out of here. There's some place very special I want to take you next.'
His sleek white Jag pulled to a stop m front of a low, secluded building. The words 'Club Carom' were printed
