As she began to lick down the side of June's face and onto her neck, she heard the girl whimpering and making soft protests in her throat, but she suspected she was still playing a kind of game with her where no meant yes.
"Please… don't…" June sobbed, as Pat reached down to spread her legs apart and then scrambled between them on her knees. She tensed as she felt Pat's tongue moving down from her neck to her chest, then over the slope of her breasts. Her nipples tingled as the girl's warm, licking tongue moved nearer and nearer to them. When she touched them, it felt like an electric shock had just run through her body.
Pat's lips closed around the hardening nipples one at a time and sucked them until they were as hard as rubber bullets inside her mouth. She'd almost forgotten the sweetness of June's nipples when she sucked them, but the first taste had brought back all the memories of the girl's lush body and what she'd done with it the previous year. Her mouth became rougher, her sucking more forceful, as her own passion mounted.
"Touch me, darling," she murmured, as she moved her mouth off June's tit and lifted up for a moment. "Please? Just put your hand on my tits and squeeze them. It's been so long since you've touched me like that."
Hesitantly, June's fingers reached for the offered breasts. She seemed to be fighting a kind of war inside herself, as though two directions were pulling her at the same time. She wanted to resist what was happening once again with Pat, knowing full well where it would inevitably lead, and yet her body craved the satisfaction she knew the girl could give her. A sigh of pleasure and excitement broke from her throat as she touched Pat's breasts and found the nipples at their tips as hard as her own.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Pat moaned. "Squeeze them for me! Your hand feels so wonderful! Touch me all over, honey. Touch me down there, too."
June's eyes blinked as she shifted them to the dark patch between Pat's legs. She'd played her fingers through that hair many, many times and run her tongue into the bush and further just as often. She knew the scent of Pat's cunt as well as its taste, but her hand was reluctant to do as the girl asked.
"Please?" she whimpered. Reaching out, she took one of June's hands in her own and brought it down between her legs. Her thighs closed in on it, trapping the fingers against the wiry bush of dark black hair. "Oh, yes! Yes, darling!" she sighed. Her hand dropped from June's wrist and reached behind her, wriggling over the girl's bare belly and into the fuzzy blonde hair around her hole. She was startled and delighted, too, to discover how moist June was down there. Whether her voice and mind protested or not, her cunt was eager for some hot loving.
"I want you, darling," Pat murmured, nudging the tip of her finger between the wide lips of June's cunt. She felt the muscles inside her tense and then relax as she prodded her finger deeper. "Let me make love to you," she begged. "If you don't want to again after tonight, I won't bother you; I promise. But just don't leave me like this. Not after I've waited for you so long and dreamed about this moment when we'd be together again."
"I-I just don't know, Pat," the girl whispered. "I want you to – but I don't, too. I just don't know what I want."
"I think I do," Pat smiled. "Let me see if I'm right."
Moving away from June's hand, she got back onto her knees in a crouching position between the girl's spread legs and bent her head down to the furry softness. She ran her tongue quickly around the outside of her mouth to wet her lips good, then pressed them into the soft mound of fuzz. She could feel the muscles working in June's cunt, tensing and relaxing just as they had when she'd tickled her finger into the hole.
"Darling! Oh, darling!" she sighed. "You have such a beautiful little cunt! I love this fuzzy blonde hair around it and the pretty pink lips of you. I could lick you with my tongue forever and never get tired of the taste of you."
June made another whimpering noise in her throat, but it was neither a protest nor a sigh of consent. It seemed no more than a natural groan in response to physical gratification, "Do you want me to do it to you?" Pat asked. "Tell me, darling. Do you want me to use my tongue on you? Do you want me to make you come and then I'll drink your juice?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Tell me, darling," Pat insisted. She burrowed her face closer against the pulsing hole and licked her tongue up and down the parted slit. "Do you want me to keep doing it to you?"
"Uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!"
"Tell me!" Pat rasped. "I want to hear you say the words."
"Yessssssss!" The cry broke from June's throat like a sob of desperation. Her whole body seemed to buck forward suddenly, thrusting her twitching cunt at Pat's hungry mouth. Her thighs closed in on the girl's head, trapping it there, and she began to work her ass up and down from the mattress. "Lick me!" she whimpered. "Put your tongue in my hole and lick it for me, Pat! Do it to me! Oh, please! Do it to me the way you know I like best! I can't stand it any more! I need you! I need that hot, wet tongue of yours inside my cunt! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Please! Lick it!"
It wasn't necessary for her to beg. Pat was more than eager to oblige in whatever June wanted; all she'd been waiting for was the sound of her lover's voice telling her what to do. She knew, now, that there was more than a fighting chance of winning her back from the boy she'd met at college. She'd prove to her, in every way she could, how good it would be for her if they stayed together always.
With her mouth pressed flush against the moist, hairy hole, she wriggled her tongue slowly from between her lips and began to lick at June's cunt. Her mouth tingled from the slightly bitter, but oh so wonderful taste of her lover's open-lipped cooze. It was a taste Pat had dreamed about during all the long, lonely winter months they'd been apart and now that she had it once again she was not going to let it go easily.
"Darling!" June moaned, reaching down to curl her fingers in Pat's thick black hair and push her head even closer between her spread legs. "Oh, darling! That feels wonderful! Push it in me now! Please? Push your tongue in me, darling, and lick me inside my hole. I want to feel your tongue working in and out of me like a…" She stopped, swallowed hard, then added, "Like a love machine."
Pat, knew what she'd really meant to say, though. "A cock!" she thought bitterly. "That's what you want, you bitch! Even with my tongue in you, you're thinking about cock! Well," she vowed silently, "I'll show you that there's not much a cock can do that my tongue can't match! Just hold on, honey. If you want to get tongue-fucked, I'm just the gal to do it!"
Taking a firm grip on both of June's thighs, Pat spread the girl's legs as wide apart as they would go, so that the outer lips of her cunt were stretched wide and all the pink, wet, juicy meat inside her was vividly exposed. Then, with a deep gulp of air into her lungs, she buried her face in the hot quim like a deep-sea diver going down for buried treasure. There was a treasure to be found inside June's cunt, Pat knew. Not only the delicious taste of her and the exciting feel of the slippery flesh being licked by her tongue, but the ultimate treasure of her lover's warm cream flowing into her mouth and down her throat when she'd brought her to orgasm. At that moment, Pat knew she would have sold her soul for a drink of the other girl's thick, salty syrup.
Stiffening her tongue as rigid as she could make it, she began to make little stabbing motions in and out of the spread-open cunt. She could feel June's thighs tensing against her hands and from the way the girl was starting to rock herself from side to side on the bed she knew the effect she wanted to produce was starting to work. June was starting to become as passionate as she'd remembered from the previous summer, as her body came alive with need and responded with full force to the licking of her own tongue in and out of the hole.