"That's right!" Pat gasped. "Now you're starting to cook, baby! Put that tongue in there! Stick it up that juicy hole and lick me 'til I cream all over your mouth!"
Hearing those words made June gag slightly, but she nudged her tongue further into the hot crack and began to lick the moist, jelly-like membranes on both sides of the deep tunnel. It was funny, she thought, how all the little tricks and secrets she had learned about cunt-lapping the previous summer were coming back to her now. It was almost as though nothing had changed and she was still doing what she wanted most in the world.
But things had changed, June knew. Pat was no longer her lover, and what she was forcing her to do to her had nothing at all to do with the tenderness of loving. This was like rape, in a way, as she twisted her thighs tighter and tighter around June's head and thrust that hot, dripping cunt up and down at her face with more and more reckless abandon as her passion mounted.
If Gary had never come into her life, June knew, she might be enjoying this as much as she had in the past. But the boy had shown her the intense pleasure of a different kind of lovemaking and ever afterward things couldn't be the same for her with Pat or any other girl. It was like she had grown up during the last months of school and what she was now doing was a relic of her foolish, childhood days. This was something that girls did for one another because they didn't know anything better, she thought. Surely, if Pat had known the same joy she had, June thought, she wouldn't be so insistent on this kind of sex. She would know that a wriggling wet tongue, no matter how skillfully it was used, was no substitute for a long, thick, pumping cock moving in and out of her cunt.
"Deeper! Deeper!" Pat moaned, rocking her cunt from side to side as June's twitching tongue curled around inside it. "Stick that tongue all the way in me, baby! Stretch it as far as it'll go! Make me feel sparks from it shoot all the way up to my belly!"
June's mouth made wet, gurgling noises as her lips smacked open and shut against the pulsing cunt. Her tongue was starting to get sore from stretching in and out of the hot hole. She knew by the increasing tension in Pat's body that it wouldn't be much longer before she reached a climax, and the faster and harder she licked her cunt, the sooner it would happen. But at the same time, she dreaded the orgasm that would flood her mouth with the sticky syrup of Pat's hole. She wished she could pull her head away before all that thick juice dribbled into her mouth, but the way the girl's thighs were holding her tightly in place she knew it would be impossible. She was trapped by Pat's flesh; doomed to stay there until the bitter end.
"Oh, come on! Come on, baby!" Pat gasped, thrusting herself more violently up from the bed. "I'm so close! Eat me, baby, and make me come! Do it for me! I'm so close!"
She raised her head slightly from the pillow and stared down the length of her naked body. A hot little thrill shot through her as she stared at June's bobbing head moving between her thighs. It was almost as exciting for her to watch her cunt being eaten by the other girl as it was to experience the feeling itself. It was almost like June was her love-slave, she thought. Her willing little servant, who would do anything she was ordered to do. Even push her face into her mistress's cunt and use her tongue to give her the satisfaction her body craved.
"Wouldn't I love to have a picture of this to send to your boyfriend!" she thought wickedly, staring down at Pat's blonde head between her legs. "Of course, with your face pushed halfway up my cunt he'd have a little trouble recognizing you, but he sure as hell wouldn't have to wonder what you were doing! No sir, baby! You're eating cunt!"
Suddenly, from somewhere deep inside her, a rush of tenderness for the girl came flooding through Pat's mind and body. It could have been so wonderful for them this summer, she thought, if only things hadn't changed while they were apart during the last months. She recalled all the nights of the past summer at the camp, when they'd made love until it was almost daybreak, then fallen asleep locked in one another's arms with the sweat of loving still clinging to their flesh. There would be none of that this time, she knew. As soon as June had brought her off, she'd want to pull away and have nothing more to do with her. What she was doing wasn't the same as it once had been. It was just raw sex. Satisfying, yes, but with none of the intense love in it that had once made such an act the ultimate satisfaction for them both.
Something had changed it all, she thought. Probably this was the last time she would ever feel June's tongue moving in and out of her cunt, or feel the warm drool from her mouth running from her open lips and sopping into the thick bush of black hair surrounding the hole. It made Pat's heart ache to think June wouldn't even be doing it now if she wasn't being forced. For a moment she considered relaxing the pressure of her thighs around her head and letting June pull free before she climaxed. It might make a difference if June understood how she felt. Perhaps later on, as the days of summer passed into weeks and they became close to one another again, she would change her mind and want to resume their affair. How much better it would be, she thought, if June wanted to make love to her like this. How much more intense the feeling would be for them both.
But then again, she quickly thought, there was no guarantee that such a change would happen. Maybe June would never be her lover again, no matter what she did or how she tried to recreate the past. It might be foolish to release her, when satisfaction was so close she could almost taste it. She'd gone to sleep the previous night in sexual frustration, and the encounter with Roxanne earlier that evening had done little to give her peace of mind. If she didn't climax soon, she knew, she would be in a wild state of frustration.
Besides, she thought angrily, turn-about was only fair play. Hadn't she eaten June's cunt until the girl climaxed? Wasn't it only right that she should return the favor? Didn't she have as much of a right to gratification as anyone else?
Her thighs squeezed with the last ounce of pressure left in them, and she ground her wet, hairy cunt up at June's face. "I'm ready, baby!" she panted. "Hold on! Just keep pushing that hot little tongue of yours in there, because I'm ready now! I'm going to give you a big, big drink of my juice! Open your mouth wide, baby, because here – it – aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! – comes!"
With a shudder that rocked her whole body, she thrust herself up against June's face and let the dam inside her cunt burst free. Her legs trembled around the other girl's neck as she felt the warm ripples moving through her hole, sending gusher after gusher of thick, bitter-tasting cream pouring over June's tongue and into her mouth. She could hear her gagging and making choking noises in her throat as she tried to swallow down the thick outpour, but her thighs held the girl firmly in place until the last convulsion had eased away. She was determined that every drop of her juice was going to find its way into June's mouth and not be wasted by dribbling onto the sheet or sticking in the tangle of wet hair outside her cunt. This was an orgasm she wanted June to taste in her mouth for days afterward, as a reminder of all she'd given up. Maybe, Pat hoped, it would re-awaken the desire in her and force her to realize that no man's vile cock or its sour-tasting cum could hope to be a substitute for the bliss of another girl's body taken in love.
When at last she had stopped coming and June's tongue lay motionless inside her hole, she eased her thighs apart and dropped them slowly back onto the mattress. June pulled her head away a few moments later. There was a distant, almost dazed look to her eyes as she stared up at Pat's face.