Lydia slid a finger all the way up into Angela's cunt. Angela felt herself doing something she had never dreamed she'd ever do – caress another woman's tits. She teased Lydia's nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.
"Enough playin' around, Lydia," Barry snorted. "Get it on now… let's see some real pussy-suckin' action!"
Angela let Lydia guide her hand down until she felt the redhead's softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling, tickling. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Lydia's swollen cuntlips and she thrilled at her first experience with touching another woman's pussy. Her finger slid along the slit, feeling the moistness and the excitement mounting as Lydia rolled her pelvis out and spread her legs.
The two women were standing so close, their stomachs and tits touched. They swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Angela, with a wild thrill, felt her finger slide up into the redhead's warm, wet cunt. She began sawing in and out as the two of them pumped their hips in the motion of fucking.
Then the two female forms were against each other, wildly rubbing their cunts together, cunt fucking each other with an intense abandon.
Angela cupped the cheeks of Lydia's soft ass and brought her own cunt hard against the redhead.
"Yes, oh, yes, Lydia," she cried. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me with your clit!"
The women stood in the center of the room with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging free as they pound their cunts together.
Angela felt the thrill of her cuntlips slipping on Lydia's wet cunt. The electric excitement of the redhead's pubic bush scraping ever her clitoris and teasing it sent her to new heights of sensual feeling.
Angela felt dizzy with lust and excitement. She started to fall, completely uncaring now what happened to her, so long as this delicious moment would continue while the men watched, Barry gave a cry of delight as Angela fell on the cushion behind her, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over the sides. Lydia pulled Angela's hips forward until they were right on the corner of the cushion. Then she spread the girl's legs wide and Angela let them fall open. The redhead knelt between them, and, using the palm of her hands to force the thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Angela. Her tongue darted down and licked her navel and Angela let out a long moan of pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah… eat her! Eat her, honey!" Lydia Mayberry howled.
"Tongue her, Lydia… tongue-fuck a come right out of her!" Barry echoed.
Slowly, Lydia began licking down Angela's stomach, finally burying her face in the girl's quivering thighs. Angela's cunt opened and twitched convulsively, begging to be kissed as it glistened with excitement.
The men sat forward, watching Angela's cunt with awe.
Angela, her head thrown back, could think of nothing else but fucking. She wished they would all crowd around her, that they would fuck her one after another, and that Lydia would make love to her and that it would go on all night.
Lydia's pink tongue came out and slowly licked around Angela's hairless pussylips while the girl moaned and her whole body shook with desire. She thrust her hips up and split her legs wide while the men murmured and grew even more excited.
Slowly, Lydia's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it into wilder desire. Angela groaned as she felt the thrill. Her body began to move and writhe uncontrollably. She longed for more and more of this sensual lovemaking.
Suddenly, Lydia plunged her tongue into the depths of Angela's aching cunt. Angela reacted by crying out and bending her knees and pulling them back so that they crushed against her magnificent tits. As she felt Lydia's knowing tongue darting about in her hotly pulsing cunt, she thought she would go mad with desire.
Lydia pulled her tongue out to lick over the girl's trembling clitoris, and Angela found she couldn't keep her hips still as she writhed in delight.
Lydia, now wild with desire, broke away and fell on tap of Angela like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered hotly in Angela's ear as her pussy ground down hard on the girl's exposed cunt.
"Yesssss!" Angela hissed.
"Would you do that to me?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" the brunette croaked in a hoarse voice as their bodies, covered with sweat now, writhed together.
And it was true. Angela found herself in a state she had never experienced before. She wanted to please Lydia, and would do anything the other woman asked of her. The more the two of them writhed and licked and caressed, the more excited she became. She was being driven into a frenzy, a wild, heated, driving, surging passion. A feeling that kept building and swelling, that seemed to surpass even an orgasm. The more she did, the more excited she became; the more excited she grew, the more she wanted to do.
She wrapped her long legs around Lydia's waist and locked her ankles and squeezed with all her might, flattening her yearning cunt against Lydia's. They moaned and licked and writhed while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth. They rocked too far, teetered, and fell apart.
Dazed, Angela got to her hands and knees and looked around. Lydia was next to her on the carpet, sprawled spread-eagle, opening her moist cunt to Angela and the men.
Angela crawled between the redhead's legs and looked down at her. There was no denying the excitement of a woman in heat. For the first time, Angela saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. She bent her elbows slightly, lowering her tits so that her nipples just touched Lydia's.
She let her body sway back and forth, rubbing her nipples over the redhead's tits. Then, sensing the men and knowing her bare ass was facing them, she split her legs wide and stretched her knees out until they touched the insides of Lydia's thighs.
Harry and Barry moved closer, practically shoving their faces against Angela's hairless, glistening pussy.
"Jesus, look at that," Harry groaned.
"Just like a baby cunt!" Barry echoed, listing his iron-hard dick at the sight.
Slowly, Angela lowered her body onto Lydia, who was thrusting her hips up in wild abandon. Slowly she lowered her weight until she was pressed against the other woman's body and their seeping cunts met.
"My tits! Suck my tits, Angela!" Lydia cried.
Angela let her body slide down and took one of the pink nipples into her mouth. She gently sucked on it while the lips of her teeth nibbled teasingly. Lydia offered her breasts and Angela took them, caressing, sucking, licking.
A mad desire was mounting in her, an inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and on to the relief of orgasm. Her body was on fire and, as the men watched, she wiggled down over Lydia.
Suddenly she thought of Dom. What if he could see her now? What would he do if he knew what he had driven her to? Would he be shocked if he could see her about to suck another woman's cunt, with two men watching?
FUCK DOM!
Angela was transported. She was in a sexual heaven. In her drugged mind, it was almost as if she were a spectator, watching herself. It was almost as if she were outside of herself, another person, watching two other women make love. The sight was exciting.
Am I really doing this? she wondered. Is this really me?
Her eyes were slits, her eyelids heavy with passion. And there, not an inch away, was Lydia's red-fringed cunt. Her fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen cuntal lips and Lydia's pussy – bright, pink, moist, hot – was there, right in front of her eyes.