Terry's breathing, however, signaled passion. It was like the scraping of satin against silk. Her tongue was as loose as if it had been severed from her throat. She was pushing Irene's clitoris down against the bed of thick, coarse hair. She took the tiny bead between her thumb and forefinger and teased it until the fire began in Irene's groin.
Irene stretched her arms and pressed her fingers into Terry's broad shoulders. She had let the hair grow beneath her arms. Irene loved the touch of the long hair, moist with perspiration. The smell that stayed on her fingertips did not give a clue to sex; it was a nameless sweat. Irene felt her throat go dry just as, somehow, her lips seemed most moist. "Kiss me, please," she whispered, though there was no need to whisper -- the baby slept soundly in the next room. "Kiss me," and the words were stopped by the stroking of a wet tongue against her lips. Their tongues moved against each other until Irene was overwhelmed with the soft force of Terry's mouth, which seemed to invade and overpower her own.
Her fingers traveled from the armpits to the massive breasts, and Terry clenched her eyelids and tightened her ups as Irene's hands molded and remolded the flesh with the wonder that filled her each time she took them into her hand. They seemed gigantic, like mountains, and yet they were so soft. And though they were soft, they responded so well to her touch. Irene was conscious of her power. "You love me so good." Terry sighed, her breasts moving against Irene's smaller tits.
Irene noticed the tears that escaped Terry's eyes. Catching her breath, she lifted Terry's face with her hands. Her thumbs were hooked under the girl's jaw and her longer fingers framed the face as they stroked the high cheekbones. "What's wrong?"
"I just love you so much, that's all," and choking on the last two words, Terry moved down her body until she felt a sweet wetness on her mound. The large tongue drenched her pubic hair with saliva and battered the clit into fresh erection. Terry's thumbs were pulling at the sides of her hole, drawing the tissue apart just as it tried to press together to obscure the cavity. Her tongue dipped inside and wagged against the first inch of the walls, already covered with a thin veneer of juice. Her upper lip twisted and turned against the hair and the labia and the button, swelling and burning her deep into her stomach.
"Touch me... touch me there..." Irene sighed, but Terry teased her. The long, thick fingers played with the hollows of her thighs, moved to her belly, stretched the skin of her waist tight, dug into the curve of the pelvic bones. Then they were under her, squeezing the buttocks. Irene arched her spine and offered her cunt in spasms of movement. She felt Terry's teeth scrape the exposed flesh, and Terry's breath rustled through the hair.
Her fingers combed frantically through Terry's hair, rubbing the perspiring scalp. She tried to pull her legs even farther apart, and her ass left the bed as she attempted to jam the whole of her cunt into. Terry's mouth. Terry was breathing hard, and her tongue worked like a whip over the hairy surface. Her finger wiggled inside while the tip of her tongue concentrated on the button. Her index poked between the ass cheeks until she felt Irene's warm hole. The nail pushed open the sphincter, and she buried her finger inside to the first two joints. The walls of the rectum were dry and tense.
Irene knew that Terry liked it when she raised her legs and rested them on her shoulders. Her thighs pressed against her lover's neck, and Terry's thumbs jabbed the center of each cheek as she lifted Irene's ass from the bed, sucking her. The taste of Irene's cunt was like bitter salt, a tangy sweat. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, wetting the flaps with spit that cooled the surface of the hole just as the lining became hotter and hotter.
Wet with perspiration, Terry's palms slid up Irene's body until they closed in on her breasts. The tits became rigid against the center of the hand, and the fingers twisted the creamy flesh until it seemed to Irene that she was swelling with pleasure. The walls of her cunt opened in a convulsive spasm, contracting just as quickly and just as violently. Irene reached under her ass as she arched her spine and dug her heels into the mattress. She separated her ass cheeks as she left the bed and came closer against the other woman's mouth. Terry turned her head and sucked the labia between her front teeth, rolling her tongue over the tissue, gentle with the edges of her teeth. Her thumbs pressed against the insides of the globes as they joined, and she felt Irene's wrist push down on her, forcing her to slide with her wet mouth to her asshole. Irene had drawn her legs up, and she was rocking anxiously. "Suck me, suck me... Fuck... Oh, yeah, fuck me..."
The flat flesh of Terry's tongue was nevertheless like a moistened dart as it grazed the soft, almost pouting circumference of the rectal hole. The small cavity radiated fiery heat. Terry's nose jammed into the underside of the pubic bonework just as she forced her stiffened tongue inside the ass.
"That's so good," her lover exclaimed. Irene felt helpless now. She could not direct her senses, she could not control her body. Her arms flailed irregularly at her sides. Her upper body twisted and turned just as she tried to staple her cunt to Terry's face and her asshole to Terry's mouth. She pushed her hands, palms down, into the mattress, and she raised herself up, watching Terry's head as the woman sucked her off. A burning sensation went all the way up the rectal hole, and her cunt was itching for want of the attention that had been diverted to the anus.
Terry solved the problem by rolling her mouth, half-closed, the tongue hanging now limply from between her lips, up and down, touching in one second the primary hole and in the next the almost hairless tighter cavity.
Irene's fingers curled her hair and pulled at it until Terry gasped with the pain. Irene wiggled under the assault of her mouth, drooling uncontrollably. Saliva poured from the insides of her cheeks, but her throat was dry, and her lungs were sore from the air she was breathing in so excitedly.
Irene started to rub her breasts with her own hands. The moist palms massaged the aureoles until the nipples pointed up like needles, sharp and dangerous. She grabbed the breast flesh, squeezing it. Her muscles were taut as stretched rubber bands, and she was waiting for the release that only Terry's tongue could give her.
One hand moved down to her crotch, which a mixture of cunt oil and spittle had made soft and damp. She pulled the labia apart and dared Terry to enter with her tongue. The sides of her cunt closed on the tongue when it came, and Terry pushed the knuckle of her index finger down hard on the erect clitoris.
Irene bit into her lower lip, hard and painfully, just as she started to deliver. Two of Terry's fingers had grabbed the clit and were pulling at it, teasing it, while her tongue moved side to side against the walls, glistening with fluid.
Irene's hips still propelled the orgasm, but it was building toward an even greater one, and this was only the first of a wave of violent cumings. Terry's mouth went wild with her passion for the taste of the cunt, and the tip of the tongue spread the sweet-scented juice all over the hair and onto the skin of her belly, the insides of the thighs -- until Irene, pumping frantically, moaned for her to drill her with her tongue, mash her, drown her in the spit, make her cum, cum, cum, until the climax had emptied her body of every emotion, of every tremor of excitement.