Breaking the kiss suddenly, Karen jerked away. "Wait, wait, wait," she groaned. "You ate me. Now it's my turn to eat you. I want to eat you and eat you and eat you."
"Yes," Shanda moaned eagerly. "Eat me. Suck my clit and my cunt and drink my come. Do it, Karen. Please. Do it now."
Karen paused to savor the anticipation, and the other woman's incredible body. Shanda's muff, reddish gold and shining, was fluffy and soft looking. Her thighs were ivory columns. Her tummy was flat and trim. Shanda's legs parted, and Karen could see the pink ruffles of the woman's aroused inner lips. They looked like the petals of a flower.
"Suck me," Shanda groaned, squirming on the couch, spreading her thighs wider. "Suck me."
Slowly, Karen lowered her mouth toward the red pubic patch, then changed her target. Pressing her lips to the oval hollow of Shanda's navel, she sucked, then rammed her tongue deep into the hole. Shanda lurched up. Arching and straining, she jammed her gut into Karen's face. Her hands clutched Karen's head. Shanda writhed like she was being electrocuted as Karen reamed out her belly button.
Leaving Shanda's belly button, Karen nibbled a hot trail down the woman's satin-smooth belly. Karen's tongue left a shining trail of spit on the pale, flawless skin. Then Karen's nose was being tickled by Shanda's golden muff, and she was smelling cunt juices. With loving, tender fingers, Karen combed out Shanda's pussy-hair. The cunt lips dragged apart, showed the pink gash.
It looked just like the picture Karen had seen in a book one time. It was all there laid out just like the photograph. There was the cunt, a little pink button under a dunce-cap-shared hood. The hood spread and grew, formed the tattered, ruffled pink inner lips. Just below the clit, ringed by a dainty ridge, was a tiny hole. Shanda's pisshole. And below that, looking like the heart of a rosebud, was the puckery, rippled, shining pink hole of Shanda's cunt. Below that, the valley floor rose to a ridge. Out of sight, behind that ridge, was the brown cuter of Shanda's asshole.
Tipping her head so she could stroke from clit to cunt-hole, Karen leaned over. She plowed her tongue along the hot, slick furrow. Shanda lurched again. She moaned harshly as she convulsed.
"Oh, eat me," Shanda moaned.
Karen stroked her velvety tongue the length of Shanda's twat again. She scraped over Shanda's clit, then her pisser, to the tunnel of her cunt. Karen twisted her tongue into the rippled, slimy hole. She tasted hot, metallic-salty female come. She slurped up the copious juices, rolled them in her mouth, and swallowed them.
Shanda was groaning mindlessly now. Her hips were rocking in a wild fucking motion as Karen drilled her twat. Karen reached deep, curled her tongue in the hot, velvet depths, scooped come into her mouth. Her nose was drowning in the smell of Shanda's pussy, and the smell of her asshole. The dirty, earthy stink increased Karen's crazy lust, made her mash her face harder into Shanda's creaming snatch. Shanda's thighs clamped on Karen's head, opened, then clamped shut again.
Karen suddenly realized that a hand was dragging at one of her naked thighs. Cautiously, Karen let her leg be guided up onto the couch, then over Shanda's face. Then her hips were drawn downward, and Karen felt her own cunt being invaded by Shanda's skilled tongue.
The resulting flash of lust made Karen suck sharply on Shanda's twat. Slippery ripples of cunt flesh were trapped between her lips, then swept by her tongue. Karen jammed her crotch down on Shanda's face. As the woman clutched Karen's butt. Karen clamped her fingers into Shanda's firm ass.
Seeking and finding Shanda's cunt, Karen sucked on the little berry. Trapping the nubbin between her lips, she stroked and tweaked it with her tongue. Her nose, deep in Shanda's tunnel, was swamped with a thick, gooey flood of come.
Shanda did the same thing to Karen's clit, and Karen went into a mad convulsion.
Her teeth closed on Shanda's nerve button. There was a muffled shriek of pleasure that dinned up through Karen's gut from her cunt. When Shanda resumed sucking and tormenting Karen's clit, Karen again bit Shanda's mini-prick. Karen felt hard teeth slash her own sensitive nubbin.
Karen gave a wrench of her head. She wanted somehow to get more of Shanda's sex meat into her mouth, but couldn't. In frustration, she exhaled sharply. The gust of air farted through Shanda's sodden twat.
Karen dipped her tongue into Shanda's vagina again. Her nose dug at the hard rose of Shanda's asshole. Then, her guts knotting with lust and disgust, Karen decided to commit the ultimate act. A pull of her hands lifted Shanda's ass, presenting Karen with the brown wink of an asshole. Karen could smell it, and see it, right in front of her. It was a rosette pucker of dusky flesh. In the very center was a tightly clenched hole.
Her whole body locked rigid with lust, Karen lowered her face, stuck out her tongue, and gently tickled Shanda's bung. Shanda shivered under her. Shanda's mouth was still on Karen's twat. Shanda was waiting tensely for the next flickering touch of her brownie.
Karen again tickled the pucker with her tongue. She left it glistening with spit. She watched as the muscle-ring spasmed slowly, excitingly, from the delicate stimulation. She was going to do it. Just thinking about it was enough to make her snatch flood.
Karen again touched the clenched winkie with her tongue tip, then slowly pushed at Shanda's back gate. Harder and harder Karen pressed. She felt the wrinkles yielding slowly to her penetration. She wiggled her tongue tip and felt the ring of muscle embrace it. Slowly, desperately, she wedged her tongue deeper and deeper up Shanda's dirt road. Bit, by exquisite bit, she dilated Shanda's crapper, penetrated, violated the woman's butt. Karen's own guts were a boiling swamp of sick excitement.
She liked it. She liked the taste. She liked the feel of a rubbery ring gripping her tongue. She liked the smell. But what she liked most of all was the knowledge of what she was doing. She squirmed her face in Shanda's ass and drilled her tongue as deep as she could in Shanda's hot tunnel. Her chin pound against Shanda's cunt.
Shanda's mouth fastened on Karen's cunt, and Karen felt her hole being reamed by Shanda's tongue. Karen began to come again. It was a hot, flaring coming that burned away everything but her pleasure. Her body was a sparkling mass of electricity as she came and came. The world swam around her and she realized she had forgotten to breathe. She sucked in a gust of shit-tainted air and drew her tongue out of the greasy pit.
With a blubbering moan, she slumped onto Shanda in a boneless heap. Her orgasm faded as she caught her breath. She felt Shanda's body heaving under hers. The other woman was breathing deeply, and her hot breath was burning Karen's thighs.
With the lust gone, the smell became a stink. Karen staggered desperately to the bathroom to wash her face and rinse her mouth out. When she came back, Shanda was wriggling into her gown.
"Better get something on. I sent for Paul to repair our faces and hair," Shanda told her.
Wearily, Karen dragged her clothes on. She was just fastening her skirt when there was a rap at the door. The man whose cock she had sucked so well came into the room.
"Well, ladies, have a nice lunch?" Paul asked as he opened his kit.
"Delicious," Shanda answered.
Paul worked silently on first Shanda, then Karen. He gave no sign that he suspected what they had been doing, though all the evidence was right there on their faces in the ruined make-up. Nor did he make any comment about what he and Karen had done earlier. After he left, Shanda made a face at the door.
"What's the matter, don't you like him?" Karen asked.
"Won't even give me the time of day, the bastard." Shanda growled. "God, I'd like to show him what a real woman is like."
Karen almost let slip what she had done with the man. "But I…" she started. "I think if ah he wants to be the way he is, it's his business," she stammered awkwardly.