"Oh, I'm dying for it," cried Abby.
These were just about her first coherent words, and with a laugh of relief at the permission granted, Cheryl resumed the cunt suck. She fingered forward the pink tissue until she could catch the girl's clitoris and some surrounding flesh in a suction peak inside her teeth. It was instinctive-what she would have liked done to her.
Holding that circle of flesh with the clit firm, Cheryl laved and stroked around and on Abby's main sex nerve with her tongue. That clit had the same sensitivity as the rich nerves just under the head of a man's cock. The results were fantastic.
"Ah, ohhhh, greee-ate!" gasped Abby. Soft thigh muscles strained as she lifted her pelvis in delight-shock at her taking. That wicked tongue fused Abby's whole network of pleasure nerves, making her body leek in exquisite joy. It felt so good she had to jerk and strain at the suffusing, mind-blowing ecstasy.
To add to her pleasure, Cheryl kept reaming into Abby's tight cunt with her finger, making Abby's vagina glove down on the finger in all out fuck-delight.
"Haaa,heee, hooo," gasped Abby, twisting to higher and higher joy.
Cheryl rose with her lover's rapture. Abby's soft thighs tightened around Cheryl’s head, blotting out all sound, and Cheryl could only see white, soft flesh and red pubic hairs. She was engulfed in the pure sweet world of hot cunt sex. She'd often dreamed of performing cunnilingus on another female and she'd seen it once. That must be why she was an expert on her first try.
Cheryl sensed Abby's pre-orgasmic state. Her victim hung there, impaled on Cheryl’s tongue, grunting and thrusting her pelvis. Up above, Abby kneaded her own breasts, head twisted back, her whole body a tensing, squirming network of joy as she got ready to pay off her total femininity to her roommate's demanding suck.
Cheryl eased off a bit. She slid her finger out of Abby's cunt. Far better to let the girl hang there on the edge of orgasm, tease and torture her gently, until the taken one was ready to scream for relief. So exquisitely tuned was she to Abby's body that she could tell exactly how close to wipeout Abby was…
Abby existed in a pure state of sex heaven. It was the best girl sex she'd had since high school, mostly because she stood in awe, and was almost in love with, the blonde New York girl. She'd hungered for Cheryl’s touch since the chapter president had told her she had to take Cheryl as a roommate because of Mr. Wallace's campus power. She certainly wasn't going to object. It made sense anyway since both the fathers of the girls were old friends and important alumni, even if the girls had never met.
Cheryl had an impressive New York cool. Not only was she more beautiful than the other Deltas, but she had the proper big city grooming, the right clothes, and knew how to wear them. She knew how to handle herself in all situations. Even though she was a freshman, Cheryl impressed all the Delts, if she only knew it. When she griped about wanting to go to Vassar, nobody laughed at her. She was a superior female who ought to be at Vassar, not Brighton, and they all knew it.
So Abby lusted for Cheryl and feared to show it. The cool blonde could wipe you out with a word or a look if you did the wrong thing. On top of it all was that stupid business with the necklace to make Abby fear Cheryl even more.
Then suddenly tonight a more human Cheryl appeared, with stained pants and lust in her own eyes. Abby had been so fascinated with the honey body of her roommate when she stripped half nude that she'd started to go into her sex trance.
Only one other woman had been able to capture Abby in a sex trance; that had been Miss Robbins, the women's coach at her high school, who'd given Abby her first lesbian experience.
"Abby, your father wants you on the varsity tennis team.”
"Yes, Miss Robbins. He said I'd get a new car on graduation of I made the varsity this year.”
It was Abby's senior year and she really wanted that car. The hitch was that she was a marginal player. There was only one slot to fill on the varsity and there were a couple of other girls as good, not seniors.
The two women were aloe in the gym. Miss Robbins was no bull dyke. She was slim, blonde, and wore glasses. She spoke softly, telling Abby that she'd have to have a special reason to promote Abby to the team. Abby was such a beautiful girl that Miss Robbins would like to promote her. Nothing crude. Just Miss Robbins standing close and undressing Abby, soothing her with soft words, talking about how women could do so much for each other because they were differently sexed than men.
Abby offered no objection. She wanted the car. She liked Miss Robbins. Above that, she had just broken up with her boyfriend after a glorious introduction to normal sex. The pain of that loss hung heavily on her and it was the first time she learned that lesbian love was a terrific antidote to male love when a man had just broken your heart.
So Abby let Miss Robbins seduce her and go down on her in the romantic (to her) gloom of the gym, experiencing that wonderful sex trance for the first time where she just stood there and opened up her body to the use of another woman's hands, mouth and body. At the last moment, that first time, Miss Robbins held Abby's wrists as her tongue forced the nubile young girl to orgasm, and Abby reveled in that imprisonment. By holding her arms, Miss Robbins took away all chance of resistance, it seemed, and Abby was blameless as her body locked and she spent in furious joy.
Abby made the team and brought them no shame, even if she set no records. She got her car and enjoyed a dozen or more romps with Miss Robbins, who shed real tears when Abby graduated…
Cheryl decided Abby wasn't going to stand much more teasing. The hot redhead had gone into a fit, almost like an epileptic. Her head, moist from passion, swayed as she moaned. Her body twitched with the hunger to be pillaged. Her soft muscles quivered. Her eyes looked vacant and she dug fretfully at her breasts.
Meanwhile, Cheryl had been having her own special joy as she kept Abby twisting on the back burner. She had a hand between her legs, fucking herself off joyously while she kept her lover hot. Her loins thrust with youthful passion against her hand and deep, deep thrills suffused through her body until she glowed white hot. The other hand moved pliable skin of Abby's lower belly while Cheryl's tongue flicked the clit to keep Abby bouncing and begging.
Cheryl was light-headed with her own orgasmic desire. It was harvest time for girlhood. Cheryl let go of her cunt, seized both of Abby's arms, and held them tightly so the girl couldn't escape. Then she laid a firm, insistent demand suck on Abby's cunt and clit.
"Ha-roooo!" went Abby.
She strained right up, lifting Cheryl's head and froze with animal whimpers of joy. Her paralysis ended with strong cunt throbs of ecstasy as Cheryl finally let her juice. Wham, wham-what powerful jolts of relief the girl had in her!
"Oh, Cheryl-lush-us," keened Abby, jerking as she spent.
Cheryl seemed to travel with her partner as the white-hot shocks of relief turned Abby into a happy spastic. It blew Cheryl's mind to feel that sexual surrender in another, triggered by her own love-making. Each delicious throb of Abby's squeezing cunt was a tribute to her. It would be impossible for a woman to have a greater orgasm, Abby's was so strong.
Her body burning in the same white-hot fervor, Cheryl finally let go of Abby's wrists and used both of her hands on herself to reach sex heaven, bucking off to joy, to a delicious muscular freeze and the relief of hot cunt throbs. Her face was still buried on Abby's cunt. Cheryl spent and spent, and sighed, and throbbed some more in this virginal completion of a lesbian love act. At last her thrilled cunt tapered off to occasional jerks and she seemed to ease down into a velvet world of true euphoria, sex needs satisfied. She lay for a long time, glowing, lightly kissing the soft skin of Abby's thighs as the girl juice dried. Regular breathing up above told her that Abby had been worn out and fallen into sleep after the hot suck. Just as well, because Cheryl felt too far away from the mundane world to want to talk about what had just happened.