Nancy's entire face was now covered by Iris' voracious cunt and the warmness of the woman's body heated her own flushed visage. She could feel Iris' hands digging into her head, pushing her down and she thought she would suffocate. But she kept on slavering, her reptilian tongue working furiously, lewdly inciting the older woman to even greater abandon.
John was mesmerized by the scene. He had no idea that the depraved act would affect his wife so much. He had never seen her like this, not even in the throes of their most uninhibited lovemaking. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed him but he suppressed it. After all, who was he to deny his wife her pleasure, whatever way she found it, particularly in view of the way he had found his? So he contented himself with being an audience to the perverted scene, his eyes fixed with a glassy stare, anxious not to miss a single second of it.
Carla, too, was hypnotized by the lewd slavering. She was well acquainted with Nancy's active tongue, and watching the older woman being favored with its thrilling touch, she felt herself cheated and wanted to feel the same pleasure that it was obvious Iris was feeling.
She could see that Iris needed no restraining grasp from her so she was going to take her pleasure where she could find it, too.
Her attention was drawn to the madly flicking tongue of Iris, darting out, trying to coat her parched lips with saliva. Her mouth was half open, and her eyes were rolling crazily in her head, and she was tossing from side to side, her hands locked tightly, in Nancy's hair.
Bending over, Carla reached out and touched one of Iris' bouncing breasts. She felt it stiffen under her touch and the nipple leaped into longitude, pulling the brownish surrounding skin with it, making it wrinkle and squirm. She toyed with the other bud, pulling and tweaking it until it, too, jutted out from the golden flesh of her breast.
Lowering herself still further, she closed her mouth over one of the flushed buds, and began to suck fiercely on it.
The new sensation sent streaks of ecstasy rocketing through Iris and her mind was lost in a lustful daze of pleasure. She didn't know who was sucking and licking her breasts and she didn't care. The, important thing was that they were getting attention, and what attention!
Carla trapped the burgeoning bud in her mouth, holding it with her teeth, and wrapping her lips around her breast, until almost half of the firm fleshy mound was buried in her mouth. Then she began to tease the incarcerated nipple, biting at the areola, and flicking her tongue into the tip.
Iris writhed from this incredible new feeling, and tried to push her chest up to enclose more and more of her twin orbs in that delicious velvety mouth.
Carla's hair hung down and grazed delightfully against her body, trailing in the deep cleft of her breasts, and tickling her sides. Carla released her tit and started to trace a hot wet snaillike path over her whole upper body. She slavered over her throat, her neck, her ears, until finally, she came to Iris' lips.
Iris blanched. She didn't know if she could take this — a woman's lips fully on hers, but she didn't have time to decide. Carla was pressing her full lips down on the older woman's, and began to kiss her, a long deep soulful kiss. Gently, Carla pried Iris' teeth apart, and inserted her tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Carla's tongue darted forward, and finding Iris' inert organ, began to challenge it, until involuntarily, Iris' tongue rose up and began to dance with Carla's. The two organs entwined, and they swirled around and around. Iris felt her head twirling with her tongue. This kiss was like nothing she had felt before. She wanted this girl's tongue down her throat. She began to suck it in, trying to draw it entirely into her mouth, while her own tongue fenced madly, dashing back and forth, playing with the other. Then she reversed it. Iris insinuated her tongue into Carla's mouth, and pressed forward, making Carla gag from the pressure of Iris' tongue pulsating against her larynx.
Then, to Iris' dismay, she felt Carla withdraw and move away from her. Disappointment crowded in on her and tears started to form in her eyes.
But suddenly, a weight descended on her face and she felt her breath cut off and her vision darkened. Something warm, moist, clinging, was on her face. It was Carla! For a moment, Iris was put off-guard by the sweet fragrance of Carla's cunt — it smelled of beautiful roses, and the softness of it clung tantalizingly to her face. She felt Carla settle herself over her, burying her nose and mouth in her cunt.
Gingerly, Iris extended the tip of her tongue and it flicked briefly at the tender outer area. Carla flinched from the wonderful touch and Iris, encouraged by her reaction, reached her tongue out again and swept it along the full length of the young furrow.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh…" Carla sighed, her hands falling to caress Iris' upper face and hair.
Iris' tongue swept out and began to kiss the soft feathery down on Carla's pubes, leaving it wet and slick like a kitten that has just been washed. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting her pungent woman-odor, and licking at the tender inner folds. Her tongue found the crinkled edges of her fine little lips, and sucked on the minute fringes. She dabbed at the tiny clitoris, nestling just below the dark curtain of hair, and teased the very tip, feeling it already beginning to stiffen. Her tongue roamed around, testing her and searching there, until it found the petallike flower of her cunt. It flicked at the sensuous opening and Carla gasped and sighed above her, grinding her hips down over Iris in a desperate attempt to suck the organ into her inner cuntal depths.
Iris reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the wet, open pussy flesh. It jumped around inside her cunt, slashing and poking at the hidden walls, the dark and secret corners of Carla's cunt.
Iris had never believed that orally fucking another woman could be so heavenly as this. At the same time, the intense tongue fucking she was getting below incited her to greater action, striving to give Carla the magnificent satisfaction she herself was getting. She felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two beautiful young girls, and she wanted to lave their bodies with her own love juice.
So she slaved on, her tongue working like a demon possessed of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Carla above, who was writhing and twisting, caught in the whirlwind of a tremendous joy.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Carla's eyes were squeezed shut. Her beautiful face was flushed and her mouth was opening and closing like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in unbelievably crimson points were dancing with the force of her thrashing. A thin trickle of sweat was running down the valley of her breasts to her navel where it disappeared in the little hole.
Her taut stomach was pounding in and out, and a faint sheen of perspiration covered the entire smooth plain. Her dark pubic curls, sparse as they were, were still damp from her ministrations, and Iris could see the cords standing out on the girl's thighs, so tightly was she clasping at her head.
Iris could feel Nancy's hands digging into her asscheeks, and her cunt felt numb from the drubbing it was receiving from Nancy's young voracious tongue.