"And what about when you make love? How good is it? How can it be anything like making it with a man?"
"Hasn't a man ever kissed your cunt?"
"Where?" Betty said coyly.
"Here," Natalie said, reaching out and touching Betty's body. As her fingers touched the soft flesh, desire raged through her. The touch, however, seemed to have no effect on Betty.
"Yes," Betty said.
"Did you like it?"
"Of course. Why shouldn't I like it?"
"Well, imagine the same thing, only a hundred times better. Better because a woman is gentler, and only another woman can know exactly what you are feeling."
Natalie's fingers, trembling slightly, were still pressed against the other girl's body. Now she pressed harder and felt a faint reaction.
"What about the other part… doing it for a man? Have you ever done that?"
"You mean, suck a cock?" Betty giggled. "Hell, yes, I've sucked a cock. Shit, I've sucked more cocks than there are hairs on your pussy."
Natalie gritted her teeth at the comparison, but continued the pressure with her hand. She let the tips of two fingers trail down and lightly brush the pubic hair at the top of Betty's beautiful pussy.
Betty was weaving slightly. Suddenly she lost her balance and fell backward on the bed. As she, did, her ass drove forward and one of Natalie's knuckles, split her cuntal lips and mashed against her clitoris.
The redhead let out a little gasp, but didn't try to remove the hand. Instead, she spread her legs a little farther and relaxed. She then set the glass and bottle at the head of the bed and looked at Natalie.
"Can you really make it as good as with a man?" she asked, her voice tight.
"Better. Much better," Natalie told her, moving closer.
"I've always wondered what it would feel like with another girl. Would you do it to me?"
"I've already begun," said Natalie, smiling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barry felt her warmly resilient body pressed tightly against his own, felt the firm, wonderfully alive muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, and smelled the fragrance of her perfume and hair. There was a slight tremor to that body.
"Are you cold?" he asked, feeling protective and concerned.
"No… not now," she said.
"Scared?"
"A little," she replied, her eyes thoughtful as they gazed into his. "Is Chile a good fuck?"
He almost laughed out loud, but he managed to hide it, knowing she had asked the question in all seriousness. "Yes… very good. She loves it."
"I figured," Ellie said.
"Let's don't talk about Chile," Barry said. "And let's forget for a while that you're just one of Chile's girls. Right now you're here, naked, pressed against me, and you're one of my girls. I want to fuck you."
"Yes," she moaned, "fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper than you've ever fucked before."
He lowered his lean, powerful hips between her thighs until he could feel the rubbery knob of his cock brushing against her pubic fleece. "Put it in… take my cock and put it in your hole!" he groaned.
She reached down between their bodies, groping for his cock. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to find it, as large and as hard as it was. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around the hot, throbbing flesh.
She could feel every muscle, every beating vein in his meat. She enclosed it tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the hot flesh up and down on the shaft. He moaned with delight from the touch of her hand and fingers.
The heat was building up rapidly in her loins. Her pulsing cunt wanted his long hard cock in there… she wanted it in the worst way. Even now she imagined she could feel it sliding down into her. She guided the lust-swollen cockhead toward her waiting cunt.
He lowered his body a bit more, and his massively erect prick tickled against her pubic hair. Ellie pushed down on it and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her belly and inner thighs as the searing hand touched the sensitive, flooded lips of her pussy. She used the hot bulbous tip to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her moistly quivering cuntal lips. She moved it up and down, feeling it push deliciously against her erect clitoris.
"Open your legs as wide as you can and put it in now," he demanded.
Ellie sighed, closing her eyes in rapture, and then centered the tip of his magnificent prick at the opening to her throbbing cunt. Although she wanted him to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Do it to me slow… and gentle."
The pressure at her tightly stretched cuntal lips continued for a moment, then gradually increased in strength until, with a slight wet popping noise, the lust-swollen head slid up inside her. "Oh, God, that's beautiful!" she crooned.
"Fuck me, Barry… fuck me good!"
Barry felt the velvet warmth of her pussy enclose the head of his cock. Using her feet and leg muscles, she raised her hips tentatively from the bed and discovered that the movement caused his desire-hardened prick to slide in another inch.
"Ohhhh," she chanted. "That's… so wonderful!"
She dropped her hips and his thick cock slid out until only the heavily pulsating head remained buried between the lips of her cunt. She raised and the long hard shaft moved in further… then she fell back, and felt it partially withdraw again.
Then she pushed her pelvis up again, moaning in frustration, and Barry decided it was time to end the game. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed his stiff cock inward. It slipped easily through the inner muscles, up through the warmly clasping walls of her cuntal passage.
Ellie's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry.
She had never believed that a cock's first thrust could be so heavenly; but then, she had never been so aroused, so lubricated before. Up, up, up into her his cock went. She thrilled with each new inch. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Barry was in her his full, hard length. She could feel the bristles of the short hair on his softly swaying testicles tickling her sensitive asshole. She could feel the massive cockhead buried deep inside of her, throbbing against her cervix. She could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his prick pressing against her hotly quivering cuntal walls. And over it all, she could feel overwhelming contentment and happiness.
Barry began to withdraw slowly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her clasping pussy with his eyes closed in deep appreciation. She was milking him with her inner muscles. One set worked on the throbbing head of his cock, squeezing it then releasing it, squeezing, releasing, until he thought he would go out of his mind. Another set of muscles, somewhere in the area just below the inner lips of her cunt, were moving sideways back and forth against the sensitive under part of his shaft. All of this was going on while she was rising to meet each of his thrusts.
Her body was alive with sure, independent motion. Her brain could relax and let the incredibly wonderful sensations roll over it. Time simply dissolved into nothingness. She didn't know how long those slow, gentle, maddeningly beautiful strokes had been plowing into her, but gradually she began to feel that it was not enough. She wanted more.
"Fuck me harder now, Barry… fuck harder!" she pleaded.
She was almost making him come through her use of her cuntal muscles alone.
"All right, baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder!"
Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted them until her kneecaps were pressed tightly back against her tits. He pulled the wetly glistening shaft out until only the head remained locked between her wetly clasping cuntal lips, then slammed down, down, down… his long hard cock burrowing far deeper into her cunt than he had ever been before.