Roberta Jean had her knees up in the air. Her thighs were spread as far as she could get them. Roberta Jean had her thighs so far apart that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging in their muscles. Roberta Jean Richardson made a vain attempt at pointing her knees at opposite walls of the cheap roadside motel.
The blonde managed to get her knees opened past a ninety-degree angle, to an obtuse angle. The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell had her thighs parted so far that her cunt lips and her ass cheeks parted a little bit along with them.
Roberta Jean felt like opening and closing her thighs rapidly, so she could fan the flame in her crotch.
She would have, too, except she was afraid that she would forget herself and hurt Bertha's head in the vise.
"Ummmmm, I love the way your pussy smells," Bertha said.
"How does it smell?"
"Like fish. I love the smell of cunt in general, but…"
"But what?"
"I think you have the best smelling pussy I have ever smelled."
"Thank you."
"You are welcome."
"I have a secret for you, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.
"What's that?"
"I have been told that I taste every bit as good as I smell."
"Wow."
Roberta Jean Richardson and Bertha Klemmer could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before the entire room reeked of the scent of the blonde's quivering quim.
Bertha kissed and licked and bit up and down the insides of Roberta Jean's finely tapered thighs, all the way from her bent knees to a pair of spots that were less than an inch away from the sides of her vulva.
Bertha allowed her mouth to come as close as she could possibly get to the outer lips of Roberta Jean's pussy without making direct contact with those hypersensitive mucous membranes. Bertha Klemmer could feel Roberta Jean Richardson's blonde pubis tickling her nose a little bit as she got closer and closer to the edges of the blonde's thoroughly engorged cunt. Bertha could see that Roberta Jean's pubic hairs were the same golden yellow color as the hair on her head.
"Lift up your legs for a second, Roberta Jean." Bertha said.
"Why?"
"I want to work over the backs of your thighs with my mouth."
"Okay."
"I want to kiss your ass," Bertha Klemmer exclaimed.
"Well, all right!"
"I want to kiss you in between your ass cheeks!" Bertha said.
"You mean…?"
"I want to rim your asshole, Roberta Jean," Bertha said.
"Oh my."
"I want to lick your asshole clean, Roberta Jean!"
"Wow, no one has ever done that to me before, Bertha."
"There has to be a first time for everything, baby."
"Yeah!"
"I want to lick your asshole clean inside and out."
"Really?"
"Yes! I want to stick my tongue right up inside your ass."
"Wow."
Roberta Jean lifted her legs high up in the air. She straightened her knees and pointed her toes at the ceiling.
For a moment Roberta Jean Richardson was making a perfect vee with her long and femininely shapely legs. Then Roberta Jean tucked her knees up toward her big tits and reached up to clutch herself at the backs of her thighs to help hold herself in this tucked position.
Bertha kissed and licked and bit at the backs of Roberta Jean's thighs. Then she worked her mouth downward toward the cheeks of Roberta Jean's ass. Bertha sucked at the blonde's milky white ass cheeks. Bertha licked at the firm yet supple flesh of Roberta Jean's buttocks with the flat part of her tongue. Bertha Klemmer bit hard at Roberta Jean Richardson's ass cheeks, so hard that the blonde squealed. There was a moment when Roberta Jean thought Bertha was going to break the skin with her teeth. This was not the case, but Bertha did bite hard enough to leave several semi-circles of red teeth marks.
Bertha then pulled her mouth away from Roberta Jean's ass cheeks and placed one hand on either of the fanny cakes.
She caressed gently with the fleshy part of her fingertips. She scratched at Roberta Jean's ass cheeks with the edges of her masculinity squared-off fingernails.
Then Roberta Jean could feel Bertha massaging her ass cheeks with strong fingers, kneading the flesh as if she were preparing a pair of white bread loaves for a stint in the baker's oven.
Then Bertha turned her fingertips inward toward the crack of Roberta Jean's ass, while pushing her elbows outward so that they were pointing in opposite directions.
Bertha pushed her fingers inward, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between the ass cheeks, closer and closer to Roberta Jean's pink and puckered asshole.
Bertha Klemmer pushed her fingers inward until the tips of her middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of Roberta Jean's rectum on either side.
The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian then curled her fingers at the knuckles and pressed into Roberta Jean's ass flesh with her blunt fingertips. Bertha pushed hard enough to cause Roberta Jean's ass flesh to pucker a bit beneath the pressure she was exerting. The heavily-tattooed and nail-tough bull-dyke then began to peel Roberta Jean's ass cheeks open. Bertha did this slowly and ceremoniously. Roberta Jean Richardson's companion and best friend pulled the blonde's ass cheeks apart as if she were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. The brown-haired and distinctly masculine woman did not stop pulling Roberta Jean Richardson's ass cheeks apart until the ass cheeks were separated as far as they could go, until the skin in the crack of Roberta Jean's ass was stretched taut, until even some of the puckers in Roberta Jean's rectum were smoothed.
The baritone-voiced and muscular female parted her lips and stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it.
She placed the tip of her tongue at the very top of the crack of Roberta Jean Richardson's sweet ass.
She touched Roberta Jean with her tongue at the y-shaped cleft at the top of the ass crack, close to the small of the blonde bombshell's back, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of her lesbian lover's kidneys.
Bertha began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly with the tip of her tongue. Bertha's chin was pressed against the ridged dark red bedspread. As it so happened, Bertha's chin was on the bedspread directly in the center of the wet spot Roberta Jean had made there beneath her ass with the natural lubrication that was still dribbling like honey from the base of her pussy. Bertha Klemmer looked at the juice dribbling from Roberta Jean's cunt, and she couldn't help but think that it looked like so many melted pearls were oozing from the blonde's cooze.
The scent of Roberta Jean's cunt was rich in Bertha's nose.
Her nostrils were flaring.
She sucked the scent of Roberta Jean's cunt deep up into her sinuses. She felt intoxicated by that odor.
Bertha licked upward slowly, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between Roberta Jean's ass cheeks, closer and closer to Roberta Jean's asshole!
"Lick it! Lick my asshole!" Roberta Jean Richardson screamed.
CHAPTER NINE
Bertha could taste the natural lubrication that had dripped down into the crack of Roberta Jean's ass.
Bertha Klemmer could tell that Roberta Jean had been telling the truth before. Even before Bertha licked Roberta Jean's pussy itself, she knew that the cunt really did taste every bit as good as it smelled.
The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly all around the outermost portions of Roberta Jean's rectum.
The heavily-tattooed and nail-tough bull-dyke stopped for a moment to pluck a golden short and curly ass hair from the tip of her tongue with her right thumb and forefinger.