"Yes, darling, yes," she thought with delight. "This is how I want you! Wild! Needing me! No cock can make you feel like this, can it?"
With her nose almost smothered in the bush of blonde hair above June's cunt, Pat wriggled her tongue into the slippery hole as deep as it would go. She could feel her lover's clitoris, stiff and throbbing with excitement. When she curled her tongue around it, the little love bud vibrated back and forth like it was made of rubber. She could already taste an increasing saltiness inside June's twat and knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was savoring the full release of all that warm, female cum.
"That's right, honey," she thought, as her tongue dug deeper and deeper with each lick into the wild hole. "Just let it all go. Don't hold back on me. Just feel what my tongue is doing to you and let your juice break loose when you can't stand the pleasure any more. There's no hurry, though. I'll do this to you all night, if that's how long it takes to get your cream."
June's head rolled slowly from side to side on her pillow as the tension and passion building within her increased with each fresh plunge of Pat's tongue into her cunt. It felt so good! Pier eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted, with a thin trickle of drool beginning to run from her mouth and down her chin. Every now and then a low moan of delight would ripple up from her throat, followed by a sharp gasp of excitement as Pat's tongue surprised her with a fresh attack on some other part of her inner depths. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was; she'd even promised herself faithfully before coming to the camp for the summer that nothing was going to happen between Pat and herself, as it had the previous year. But how could anyone resist so much physical pleasure? How could anyone take the steady, loving, wet licking of that tongue in and out of her cunt and not want it to keep happening until the ultimate pleasure had been achieved?
She knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was coating Pat's tongue with her orgasm juice. She could feel the tension building up inside her cunt like a spring that was slowly but surely being wound tighter and tighter. There had to come a point where the spring would snap, but she wanted to hold it back for as long as possible. Good as it would be to cream all over the other girl's hungry mouth, she knew that when it was over the pleasure would be at an end. She wanted to hold onto it for every second she could, enjoying the build-up as much as the ultimate release.
Lifting her head slightly from the bed, she looked down the length of her body and watched Pat's head bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. She could barely see any of her friend's face; most of it was buried in the hair and flesh of her cunt. It was exciting, though, watching the head of black hair moving against her hole and feeling at the same time what she was doing to her with her tongue and lips. It was a little like watching a pornographic movie, she thought, except that the girl whose cunt was being eaten was herself. That made it doubly exciting.
"Darling!" she suddenly gasped. "I-I don't think I can – hold back – any – ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
June's head dropped back onto the pillow and she suddenly thrust her belly and hips high off the bed, smothering Pat's face in the hot flesh. Squeezing her thighs tightly around her friend's head, she gasped heavily for breath through her open mouth. That hot, licking tongue was still wriggling inside her, even as the first burst of her juice shot loose and began to flow toward Pat's mouth.
"Take me, darling!" she sobbed. "Drink me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What Heaven this is! Take me! Uhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn! I can't stop coming! It's like a darn just broke in me! Ohhhhhhhhhggggg-hhhhh! Oh, God! Darling! Lick it out of me! Uhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes!"
Pat thought she was going to choke if any more of the thick fluid pouring from June's cunt went down her throat before she could swallow, but she didn't want to stop driving her tongue in and out of the hole for even an instant. She knew from past experience that the more she licked June's hole while she was in the throes of orgasm, the more juice she could draw from the wildly flexing cunt. She wanted a deep drink of the stuff that night, and kept licking until she'd coaxed every last drop from the twitching slit.
Finally, when June lay limp and exhausted by the force of her release, Pat drew her mouth slowly off her cunt and wriggled up on the bed to lie beside her. Taking the girl in her arms, she murmured, "Was that all right?"
June laughed and looked at her friend with shining eyes. "It was wonderful! I'd almost forgotten how good it feels when you do that to me, Pat."
"I knew you'd remember," Pat grinned, "once I got started. Now aren't you sorry you didn't want me to do it to you at first?"
June lowered her eyes and nodded her head slowly. "I – guess so," she whispered. It was obvious from the tone of her voice that once she'd achieved orgasm and the feverish pitch of excitement had begun to subside, she was once again having second thoughts about what she'd let Pat do to her.
"Do you want to…?" Pat suggested softly, pressing the warmth of her own cunt against June's thigh. "I mean – if you'd like to…?"
"Not tonight, darling," June murmured, knowing full well what her friend expected her to do. "I'm so tired and it's late and…"
"I know," Pat smiled tenderly. "It's all right, honey. It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it to me right now. I told you, I just wanted to make love to you. If you change your mind about returning the favor… well… we've got all summer to spend together, don't we?"
A little shudder ran through June's body at the sound of her friend's words, but she tried not to let it show on her face as she kissed Pat goodnight.
"Everything's going to be just wonderful for us this summer," Pat assured her, as she got up from June's bed and crossed the room to her own. "You'll see, darling. Everything's going to be wonderful."
CHAPTER THREE
"Did you ask her?" the little girl whispered in a frightened voice, as Roxanne Thomas closed the door of the campers' cabin and entered the large dormitory where the dozen or so girls under Pat's care were to sleep for the summer.
"Yes," Roxanne muttered, "I asked her."
"And what did she say?"
"She said there are no mountain lions in these woods, either, so shut up and go to sleep."
Satisfied that the last of her fears were groundless, the little girl rolled over in her bunk and closed her eyes. For Roxanne, however, sleep was going to be impossible. She was tired from the long trip on the train that day and all the activity of getting settled into the Summer Sisters Girls Camp, but at the moment her senses were tuned to a keen edge. After what she'd just seen going on in the cabin shared by Pat and June, sleep was out of the question.
"I thought I was right about her," Roxanne thought, as she climbed back into her bunk. "I was pretty sure from the way she was staring at me and that other girl in the shower room that she was a dyke, but I could have been mistaken. No more, though! Not after what I just saw her doing!"
A short while earlier, the little girl who'd clung so desperately to Pat and asked if she wouldn't sleep in their cabin for the first night had come to Roxanne's bunk and pleaded with her to get up, go over to their counselor's cabin and ask her if there was any danger of mountain lions attacking them while they slept. Roxanne knew it was a ridiculous question and if she'd been in the mood for sleep she'd have told the little girl to leave her alone, but the chance of escaping from their cabin on a legitimate excuse for a few minutes was a welcome one for her. She'd been dying for a cigarette ever since the train had pulled into town, but since it was forbidden for any of the girl campers to smoke she'd had to suffer her nicotine need in silence.