Freda, under this treatment, grew more passive and nestled against her sister as she worked with sure and deft touches with Freda's burning quim.
She squirmed and wiggled about, but with a mastery born of long practice, Caroline managed to retain her soothing caresses on Freda's cleft. Suddenly the whim seized Caroline, as she was caressing the bower of pleasure, that it would be a great sight to see her sister Freda naked.
After removing her finger gently from the hole, she drew Freda to her feet and, unbuttoning the top of her dress, allowed it to slip to the floor.
Freda made no protests as she soon speedily divested her of all the rest of her clothing, leaving her as naked as Venus rising from the bath.
Caroline turned her about and viewed her glorious form from every angle; then she pushed her gently back upon the bed, threw herself down on the bed beside her, and gathered the passionate Freda in her arms.
Resting her hands between Freda's glorious thighs, she found again that sensitive spot and commenced to titillate the grotto.
In response to this treatment, she felt Freda's warm arms encircle her neck and hold her close.
Freda was still sobbing softly, and Caroline, turning up her face to Freda's, sought out her rosy sensitive lips, and mouth to mouth they were soon exploring each other's lips and twisting tongues.
As she caressed and fingered Freda, she allowed one hand to seek out Freda's plump breasts, which she molded and pinched in a most inviting manner.
As she felt Freda's perfect contours, she marveled at their exquisite form and plumpness, especially the nipples now standing out hard and firm like two buttons.
“Ah, little sister, do you like that,” she cried, squeezing her bubbies warmly.
“Oh, Caroline, it is thrilling. I feel so strange, something impelling courses through my veins and makes me feel so strange, so queer-oh, do it some more!”
“Ah ha, you delightful little morsel. I see that you like my tender ministrations!” Caroline's musical laugh rang out, tinkling like a bell throughout the boudoir. “You greedy little thing, do you ever get enough? I see that you relish your sister's magic tongue.”
“Oh, Caroline, I like it, it is so delicious, so enthralling. I do feel queer though; a fire seems to consume me, my parts seem to be an unquenchable lake of fire; it is only when your finger caresses and strokes gently that I experience a modicum of relief.”
“Have you had sufficient, Freda dear?”
“Oh, Caroline, please do not stop now. I am but just aroused. I like it and want you to do it some more; your tongue does not hurt me. Please, do it all over again, all over me, a tongue bath.”
“Why, Freda,” grasped the astonished Caroline. “Do you actually desire me to go all over you-do you mean that, Freda?”
“Caroline, please, I am burning. Do what you will with me. I am yours to do with as you please.”
“All over you?” and she rumbled as the true meaning dawned upon her and she hid her blushing face in Freda's bosom, that she might not see the look of lust and the eager light of passionate greediness that lighted her orbs.
“Why not, Caroline?” said Freda. “A little tonguing down there would not hurt me and of course it would not do anything to you. Besides, your finger hurts me so, and your tongue would not. Will you do it, sister mine?”
“Why, you surely do not want me to get down there and insert my tongue into your cleft, do you?”
“Oh please, Caroline, your finger hurts me as I said before. Your tongue will be more soft and pleasing.”
“In there?” persisted the tantalizing Caroline.
“Yes, in there and all over me. It will not kill you, and it will be much nicer than having your finger groping about. Besides, you can see where you are and enjoy it as much as I.”
“But, Freda,” exclaimed Caroline, not desiring to appear too willing to capitulate. “You would not like me if I obeyed. You would not care for me if you realized that I would deliberately go down and slobber over your person.”
“Oh, Caroline,” exclaimed Freda petulantly, “what is the matter with you? Why be so silly about this matter? What is a little tonguing between friends, just for mutual pleasure. There is no harm in it. Why, silly, I would do the same for you.”
“What,” exclaimed the astonished Caroline, rising up on the bed and looking at Freda to see if she were joking. “Would you really do it to me also?”
Without a word of warning, Freda rose up and toppled Caroline over on her back, and before the astonished but enraptured Caroline could say “Boo,” she had dived between her legs and implanted a throbbing kiss upon her quivering quim.
Inserting her burning tongue within Caroline's hot slit, she tongued vigorously upon Caroline's stiffening clitoris, thrusting her tongue up into the lax crack, causing Caroline to almost leap from the bed in ecstasy. The touch of her sister's tongue was thrilling in the extreme and her eyes rolled upward and she moaned with lust.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Freda, enough, enough. I cannot stand it. Stop! Stop! I tell you,” and as Freda lifted her head from Caroline's burning crack, Caroline pushed down her dresses and, turning on her side, lay quivering and panting on the bed.
Freda continued to gaze at her sister while she mechanically fingered her own coosie, and at last she turned to the exhausted Caroline and said, “Nicer, isn't it?”
Freda continued to gaze with rapt attention at the prostrate quivering Caroline.
Suddenly she turned her over again and, with a feeble protest from Caroline, lifted her dresses and explored the pulsating crevice.
The rich plump outer lips quivered and contracted and a thin slimy stream of ooze issued from the warm retreat.
Freda continued to gaze at this with greedy eyes, and lowering her head again between the white firm legs, she gently lapped away at the outer portal of her sister's cave of pleasure.
Caroline twitched and tossed as she felt the soft warm tongue with its caressing motion go gently up and down the outer lips of her coosie.
The pleasure was comparable only to that in which a man lays his rampant organ against the outer portals and slowly and with tantalizing motion draws his throbbing weapon against the mouth of a woman's throbbing, pulsating bower.
Freda was indeed adept in the difficult art of lapius, as it was known to the ancients, although, at present, through puritanical tendencies of this age, it is not generally practiced.
Far away and long ago on the famed isle of Lesbos, the amorous females of that ancient period congregated and indulged in just such loving bouts, to the exclusion of any male participants.
Heliopolis, Melodolous, and Sappho, famed beauties of the ancient days, would spend what might now be termed vacation days on just such loving bouts as we have mentioned here in these annals of love.
Nor was it considered a disgrace, such as people of today are wont to call it, lifting their eyes in alleged horror, lacking the courage to do what their very being calls, out for, then-very natures crave.
But to return to our modem exponents of this gentle art:
Freda continued to gaze at the recumbent Caroline, examining her quivering parts.
She ran her fair hand about the glorious and tempting mound, between the heavenly thighs, and molded and patted it gently.
Turning Caroline over, she attempted to gaze into her face, but Caroline buried it in Freda's bosom, from her sister's too ardent and greedy gaze.
“Come, Caroline, you have had your pleasure. I have demonstrated that I was willing to go down upon you. You no longer have any excuse for hesitating; everything is in readiness for your administrations. The stage is set. I am burning with an almost unquenchable lust. You have your job cut out for you. Show me just how much better you are than I. Get up, Caroline, come!”
“Oh, Freda!” sighed Caroline, her whole being a prey to the most delicious feelings and sensations. “Really and truly, my beloved sister, I feel perfectly strange.”