"No, I'm not…" Mimsy stammered. "I mean – I… I – oh, I don't know what I mean any more. I didn't want this to happen, Roxanne. Honestly, I didn't know you were a…" She cut herself short in mid-breath and gulped hard, lowering her eyes from Roxanne's without finishing what she'd started.
"You didn't know I'm a what?" Roxanne growled. "A dyke? Is that what you were going to say? Or maybe you were going to use the fancy word and say you didn't know I was a lesbian. Is that it? Well, honey, I've got news for you. Either word tells the story. I'm both. And I'll tell you one more thing: you're not getting away from me tonight until you've let me push my tongue up your cunt! If you start to scream or make any kind of a fuss, I'll swear that you lured me out of the cabin, tried to put the make on me, and when I refused to play along with you, you started to scream as a way of getting back at me."
"You wouldn't do that!" Mimsy gasped.
"Wouldn't I?" Roxanne laughed wickedly. "Just throw back your head and scream, honey. Watch what happens. I'm sure there were at least three or four other girls in that cabin who were awake and saw you come over to my bunk and ask me to go outside with you. Do you think anyone would believe it was the way you'd tell the story? Do you think anyone is dumb enough to believe a sixteen-year-old girl is afraid to go to the toilet by herself? Or do you think they'll believe what I'd tell them?"
"Please let go of me," Mimsy whimpered, her eyes starting to glisten with the sheen of tears. "I won't scream and I won't tell anyone about this, if you'll just let go of me."
"Honey," Roxanne chuckled, "I know you won't scream and I know you won't tell anyone about tonight, but I'm not letting go of you until we've finished what we came out here to do. I'm going to eat that cute little pussy of yours if it's the last thing I do!"
As her hand began to work its way higher in under her nightgown, Mimsy struggled to brush away the intruding fingers. She felt icy tingles of fear running through the pit of her belly and only Roxanne's warning of what would happen if she screamed kept her from crying out for help.
"Lay down on the grass!" Roxanne hissed. "And stop fighting me, unless you're looking for a slap in the face!"
"Please…"
"I don't know what the hell you're making all this fuss about in the first place," Roxanne spat at her. "I'm not asking you to eat my cunt, am I? I'm not some guy with a twelve-inch prick who's trying to rape you, either. All I want to do is lick your cunt, for crissake! Do you have any idea how good I'm going to make you feel?"
"N-n-no," Mimsy stammered. "B-b-but I d-d-don't want you…"
"Shut up!" Roxanne suddenly threatened. "I've had about all the sniveling out of you I can stand for one night! If you don't lay down and spread those legs so I can stick my face into your cunt, you're going to be in big trouble."
Mimsy gulped hard and slowly lowered herself onto her back on the soft patch of grass. Her legs, however, remained locked firmly together. Her whole body was held rigid against Roxanne's moving, prying fingers.
"Open up!" the dark-haired girl snarled angrily. "I'm not going to hurt you! Open those legs, so I can get my head between them!"
"No… please… no…"
"Open up!" With a hard shove of both hands, Roxanne forced the girl to spread her legs. Quick as a flash, she burrowed her head between them and pressed her mouth against the light-colored fur of Mimsy's tender hole.
"Oooohhhhhhhh!"
"You see?" Roxanne chuckled, recognizing in the shriek more pleasure than pain. "I told you it was going to feel good. Just wait 'til I get my tongue up there and really start working on you!"
She wriggled her tongue through her lips and stroked it gently against the quivering pink lips of Mimsy's cunt. There was so little pubic hair around the hole that it seemed almost as though she was attacking a girl who hadn't yet reached puberty. It reminded Roxanne of some of the younger girls she'd seduced at the boarding school she attended. Girls ranging in age from twelve to fourteen, who had been as frightened as Mimsy at first, but who soon got to love the touch of Roxanne's tongue inside their cunts as much as she was now convinced the blonde girl would. By the end of the summer, she told herself, Mimsy would be begging for her to do what she was fighting against with such determination now.
"How did that feel?" she chuckled, lifting her mouth away from warm cunt for a second. No answer came from Mimsy. "Do you want me to do it again?"
"No," came the whimpered reply, but both girls knew by the tone of Mimsy's voice as she made the protest that she didn't really mean it.
"No?" Roxanne laughed. "Are you sure you didn't like how this felt?" She put her tongue back down on the trembling slit of cunt and pushed the tip of it through the outer lips and inside the hole. She felt Mimsy stiffen her thighs in response and heard a soft groan of pleasure break unwillingly from her throat. "No," she thought to herself, "you don't like what I'm doing to you at all! Not much!"
Holding tightly to both the girl's legs to keep her from pulling away, Roxanne burrowed her face deeper into the juicy mound of fur and flesh. Her tongue drilled higher into the crack and began to lick at the moist, slippery walls inside. She could feel Mimsy working the muscles of her cunt, squeezing them closed as if to keep the invading tongue from prodding any higher into her, then suddenly relaxing them and opening herself wide for the sweep of intense, licking pleasure coming from that same tongue.
"Oh, please…" she moaned, but Roxanne could tell by the urgency in the cry that the girl was no longer resisting. Her please no longer meant "don't"; now it meant, "Please do! Please eat me! Please keep that big, wet tongue of yours inside my cunt! Please keep licking me with it like you're doing! Please keep me feeling so good! Please – oh, please – don't stop!"
Roxanne had no intention of stopping, though. Her own need was at too high a pitch. She was used to having sex with another girl almost nightly, but more than that, her body was tuned to a fever pitch by what she'd seen happening in the older girls' cabin. Her hunger was insatiable as she drilled her tongue deeper and deeper into Mimsy's twitching hole. Knowing that she would never be able to convince the girl to do the same thing to her in return, and wanting to achieve satisfaction for herself before going to sleep, she used one hand to push her pajama trousers down to her knees, then wriggled her fingers between her legs and started to play with herself while she ate the blonde's hot snatch.
It tasted so good, licking and rolling her tongue around inside that pretty young cunt with its soft blonde hair. The flavor was like salty candy; sweet and yet sharp at the same time. Her nostrils were flared wide as she lapped with her tongue again and again and again, drawing into her lungs the intoxicating aroma of Mimsy's cunt at the same time her tongue drew the actual taste of it into her mouth.
Suddenly, after Roxanne had been tonguing her for about five minutes and her own cunt had been brought to the very brink of orgasm by the skilled use of her fingers inside it, Mimsy's body stiffened and began to rock up and down from the ground. The tension in her thighs and the heavy panting noises she was making with her throat left no doubt that she was getting ready to come.
"That's right, baby!" Roxanne thought, frantically working her fingers in and out of her own hole with the same speed she was plunging her tongue into Mimsy's. "Come, honey! Come for me! Let me go to sleep with the taste of your juice in my mouth! Come, baby! Come all over that tongue of mine! Pour it all over my mouth and make me swallow you! Come, dammit! Come…!"
At the very moment that the tension inside her own hole became too strong to hold back any longer, and the first hot burst of juice began to trickle down around her fingers, she gulped hard as she felt a flow of sticky cream begin to run from Mimsy's cunt and over her lips into her mouth.