"Tell me all about it while you eat my cunt, suck on my clit the same way he did on yours," Emily nearly screamed, standing up and curling her fingers into her friend's hair.
At first Traci thought she'd heard Emily wrong. Surely her best friend hadn't said something about her eating out her cunt. That was for lesbians, dykes, women they used to make fun of. But as the dark-haired girl tugged painfully at Traci's hair, she realized that that was exactly what had been said. Unbelievable! Downstairs Emily's parents were having dinner, completely unaware of the perverted act about to take place above their heads.
"No, stop it, Em. Don't… don't do this to me," Traci wailed.
She could have screamed. But that would have drawn attention to her. If there was anything Traci didn't want at this point it was attention. And besides, God only knows what kind of explanation Emily would offer to her parents should they come upstairs to explore any sounds of a fight. She might accuse Traci of having made the first advance. Oh, what a horror show that would be!
"Keep it up, bitch. Go on, you little slut, I'm going to show you something about sex you never even dreamed of," Emily snarled.
How could she have ignored this side of her friend? Of course, she'd known Emily was fast, traveling in certain circles she didn't even want to think of. Her mind flashed back to the times in the shower room after gym class when Emily lingered behind supposedly to relax under the rushing warm streams of water. Were there other girls there? Did they and Emily get it on while the others were toweling off in the locker area?
"No, I'm not a bitch," Traci wailed as Emily forced her down to the floor.
"The hell you aren't. And you with that little girl look like you've never had it before in your life. Hell, you're so hungry for cock you cry when you don't get it. Well, let's see how you do with a little pussy," Emily said, forcing the girl to her knees.
Traci felt her knees touching the floor as the pain in her scalp became unbearable. Emily was still tugging at her hair, drawing her face close to the dark, pungent-smelling cunt in front of her. She raised her head to the dark patch between the girl's legs. Slowly she bent forward, drawn by a force she couldn't describe. The black-haired pussy gleamed with sweat and pussy oil. Under the thick growth of wiry, tangled hair Traci could see the dark, red gash of Emily's cunt. She'd never seen a woman's pussy this close before. It looked like a big festering wound. She stopped, unable to go any farther.
"Come on, honey. Come on and suck that cunt," Emily said in a little girl's voice. She was mocking her, making fun of her while forcing her to commit this outrage. Twice, Traci tried to back away. But just as the bikers had done Emily held onto her hair, pulling it so hard tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She had no other choice. She had to lick Emily's pussy or run the risk of being exposed to the girl's parents as a pervert and a slut.
"Lick it!"
Sucking in a deep breath the girl relented, her face fitting between Emily's tight, young thighs. She could feel the girl's legs trembling against her cheeks and chin. Yes, she was excited, excited as hell as Traci's nose shoved into her slit. The dark-haired teen held her firmly in place, ignoring Traci's attempts to pull away to breathe.
"I said lick it. You're down there already, so stick your tongue down my cunt and lick. Don't worry, I've done it plenty of times at the gym and it won't hurt," Emily said reassuringly.
It sounded so evil. And yet there was nothing she could do. Reluctantly, the girl stuck out her tongue and started licking up the slit. The oil that bubbled out subsequently tasted like the pre-cum that had washed into her mouth when she blew the biker.
"Oh yes, yes," Emily hissed.
What was happening? Instead of feeling revulsion or sickness Traci found herself throwing her arms around her friend's naked ass, digging her fingertips into those soft cushions while sucking so hard her cheeks caved in. Oh, it was a new low for her, another sexual experience in her life of continuing depravity. How far down could she go, she wondered, before she turned into a sex-hungry whore who thought nothing about fucking in every imaginable way?
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhhh…"
That moan from Emily marked the end of her anger with Traci.
"Yes, do it. Oh, shit, it feels so good to have your tongue in my hot pussy. Oh, I want to take care of your cunt, too. I want you to feel my… unnghhhh, to feel my tongue up your cunt… ughhhhoohhhh…"
Emily was rocking back and forth, her fingers working through Traci's blonde hair while the girl's tongue wriggled up and down her juicing fuckslot. The dark-haired teen was hunching her pussy into her friend's face, squeezing her ass together, shifting her thighs from side to side as her cunt was worked open farther by that wonderful, lapping tongue. In a moment, the two of them were on the carpet side by side stark-naked.
"Oh, what am I doing?" Traci wondered out loud.
Her pussy was tight again, actually hot and tense and eager. And no man was around! That was the awful, frightening thing. No man was around. Only Emily was here, another girl who was exciting her terribly.
"Unngohhhooo…"
Traci felt her sore cunt being massaged by careful fingers. It felt so good, so gentle and soothing after the brutal fucking she'd received earlier. Emily stroked open her pussy, peeling back the outer lips, then trailing her fingertips along the slick, sensitive band of flesh separating her outer and inner cuntlips. The effect was exhilarating! Traci grunted, hunching her hips back and forth, feeling the carpeting starting to burn her thighs from the violent movements she was making. How could this be happening to her? She'd never thought much about making it with another girl. She wasn't a dyke. No, she enjoyed men, enjoyed them to a shameful degree. This was a fluke, something that was just happening, something that once started could end only in one way. Traci knew enough about her cunt to know that.
"Ohhhh yessss…" Emily sighed.
In a moment they were in a 69 position. Slowly Emily's curly-haired cunt came down almost to within licking distance. Traci lay on her back, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her tongue licking her dry, lower lip as she moved her legs sensuously over the thickly piled carpet. Her heat was beating like a trip-hammer. Could she actually be capable of doing something with Emily? Of course, she could. She wanted that cunt pressing against her chin, wanted to feel what it was like to have her tongue stuck up another woman's fuck slot.
"Suck it, oh, yes Traci, stick your tongue up my pussy and lick it clean," Emily sighed.
Just as the red slot parted Traci felt a tongue being shoved into her own pussy. It pushed carefully inside, easing past the eager cuntlips. Emily blew a hot breath through her blonde cunthairs at the same time, tickling her while she licked her clit. Gently and easily the dark-haired girl fitted her mouth into Traci's cunt and started sucking, working her tongue rapidly back and forth in butterfly motions.
The result was maddeningly exciting. Traci arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the rug while flexing her ass muscles and hunching up to Emily's mouth.
"Ohhhh, I'm sorry for anything I've done. Please eat me, Em. Oh, it feels so good. I'm so sore. You feel good. Suck me, lick my cunt, eat me…" Traci wailed.
The blonde didn't have to tell her friend anything. Emily had done this several times before. The girl used her fingers expertly to pull the tender cuntlips apart. Inside that red-hot slot, Emily ran her tongue teasingly. Flicking it in and out she teased the velvety flesh, drawing out more frothing pussyjuice. At the same time as she was tonguing Traci's pussy she lowered her body so her cunt was right over her friend's mouth. She could feel the blonde panting into it, her hot breath rustling through the curly hairs. Her clit popped out, throbbing and hard, slick from the juice running out of her cunthole.