Myra said, "Yes, I have an oversized clit. My doctor says it's unusual but not rare. I can jerk it off like a cock. I think that makes it grow bigger. Masturbating, I mean. It used to swell out like a tiny bubble when it got hot. But now-play with it, darling, see how big it is."
Kit pinched the little projection between thumb and forefinger. After spreading Myra's cunt lips she found it was sufficiently long that she could indeed jerk it off. But it was elusive, and as Myra grew excited and began hipping, Kit lost it.
Myra gave a groan and abruptly turned Kit, facing, pressing their tits together. The four swollen breasts formed what felt like a single, giant, pulsing, hot cushion.
Myra began to shake her shoulders.
Like shivering. Very slight, very rapid movements. The effect was a liquid rolling in the tit cushion that made Kit gasp. Almost instantly she responded by mimicking the shoulder shivering. The firm jelly of their tit mass rolled like ocean waves trying to break but failing. Waves mounted, crested, tumbled, yet paused hanging in midair, quivering about. Indenting nipples were hard points of certainty but Kit could not tell which pair of the four were her own.
She gazed down and was surprised to see that the shaking tit cushion was not a solid mass. There was a cleavage between. Each facing pair held fast through the traction of rubbery aureole discs and digging hard nipples. All four tits quivered like jelly, the meaty firmness that made them protrude seemingly liquefied.
This silken pulsing between them was utterly feminine, a world in which nothing as harsh as a man's stiff cock could exist. Kit thought, If this is lesbian ism, then I like being a lesbian! It rules out the man problem. A stick of pot, a girl with magnificent big tits, that's all I need.
The shoulder shivering had spread down their bodies. Their hips and legs shook stiffly, increasing the quivering-jelly tempo of their only points of contact, their breasts. The waves within the tit cushion mounted and tried harder to break, and Kit wondered if she could have a tit orgasm. The four breasts so filled her existence that her cunt seemed distant, unimportant.
Then Myra's mouth opened, her tongue protruding. Kit pressed eagerly to it, licked into the girl's rolling lips. Their tongues flowed together forming a limber unity, a soft, slithering roll of sensation connected to their titties, which had again lost identity and trembled on a single heartbeat. Myra's hands touched her hips and she arched in, her hot belly pulsing against the other girl's, their pubic mounds rotating together.
Myra spoke in her, mouth. "Honey, you're close to a come, aren't you?"
"Yes-"
"Then, on the bed."
Kit felt herself moved. The backs of her legs struck the edge of the bed. She fell.
Myra dropped to her knees on the floor between Kit's spraddled legs.
Kit saw the blonde head thrust in between her thighs. Myra's mouth yawned..
Her tongue lashed right up Kit's cunt.
She shrieked at the instant ecstasy of the wet length shooting up her hole, swabbing the walls as it entered. It felt as big as a cock. She knew this was an illusion deriving from the grass she had smoked. Yet her cunt was full of the flailing wet softness and her inner suction pulled in long surges, announcing a coming orgasm.
She looked down her belly at Myra's head in the notch of her raised thighs, a fringe of reddish pubic hair across her brow.
The tongue withdrew.
Kit reached down and clutched Myra's head, trying to force it in again. Then a wet suction seized her clit and she shrieked as fire boiled from the swollen clitoris into her belly.
Myra lipped off. Kit saw her clit protruding, a coral nubbin dripping saliva and cunt juice.
Myra gasped, "Oh, honey, you have the sweetest cunt!"
She coiled her tongue about the red clit.
Moaning, Kit threw her legs across Myra's back and began heaving, fucking her face. She felt her titties rolling wildly about. She seized them, kneaded, pulling the nipples. Myra's tongue again slid up her hole, a cock-sized lashing whip.
Finally the girl fingered up Kit's asshole, driving her to the peak.
Kit's hips were jerking crazily as she fucked at the piercing tongue and finger. A tidal wave stormed within her, rising, rising. She was coming not violently but like a toppling wave, a female-soft, hot wave spilling and washing her cunt, breaking endlessly, flooding the giant tongue.
Her heels dug into Myra's back. That was her only contact with reality. The rest of her was a gushing cunt gulping a tongue.
She dissolved in a gush, her being reduced to a Technicolor droplet of cunt juice.
Much later-minutes or hours-Kit found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, an arm curled about Myra, kneading a big tit.
Myra was lighting another pink cigarette.
Kit took her turns at pulling on it. Each time she ballooned, pot smoke raising her off the bed.
She gazed at Myra's tits. Incredibly swollen. The aureoles were long cones flowing into the finger-like nipples. They made Kit recall the time she visited a farm and tried milking a cow. The fleshy, hand-sized teats had been like this. Kit fisted one. It filled her hand. She bent down and licked the turgid nipple, then impaled her mouth on it and sucked.
She nibbled in rubbery aureole, gulped the nipple to her throat.
Myra finished the pink grass stick while Kit tilled her hands with tits, sucking one and then the other. She thrust her face in between them and laughed as she rolled the, soft melons on her cheeks, into her ears, her eyes.
They fell onto the bed then.
"Kit, baby, are you going to lap me?"
Kit abandoned her mammary feast and looked down Myra's white belly at her tawny pubes, a soft-edged triangle of hair extending almost to her hipbones, a froth of curls bushing on her mound, curving down between her legs to separate into sticky cunt lip hairs. The fat labia were ovaled about her gash, a wide, glistening red trough, and the oversized, dripping clit pointed up at her.
Kit said, "I never have-"
"You'll love it. Try it, baby."
Kit paused, thinking that in lesbianism there was freedom from Sonny's cock. But she could not picture herself going down on a girl's snatch.
She moved, perhaps impelled by curiosity, into the cradle of Myra's thighs and the hairy gates of her twat. The long clit was standing out from under its hood. The inner lips were swollen and seemed to quiver, shedding juice; Myra's hole was an immense coral ring leading to darkness. Below it, ass hair almost concealed the pucker of her anus.
Kit grasped the undersides of the girl's white thighs. Nearing, her nostrils quivered at the smell of hot cunt. Her blood pounded. The odor writhed hotly in her mind and sent her down into the gash, licking hard.
She swabbed the slippery flesh, the softest, slickest thing she had ever tasted. Within seconds she was sucking the long clit, holding it in her mouth and licking it. She loved it!
I'm a lesbian now, she thought. A grass-smoking cunt lapper, and I love it. She speared her tongue up the hole. Delicious! She sucked the juice. Soon she was drunk on it. She mouthed the whole cunt, sucking the big, hairy lips into her mouth, drawing off and swallowing a mouthful of vaginal drool.
Myra cried, "Honey, you're a wonderful cunt lapper! Let's do it to each other."
Kit responded eagerly. Soon she found herself on her back, gazing up the spread of Myra's thighs to her hair-fringed snatch and the white globes of her ass. She drew her lover down, digging her fingers into pearly buttocks, licking even before the drooling gash was within reach.
It was sheer ecstasy. She heeled the girl's shoulders, felt the tit cushions between them flatten under Myra's weight, and when her cunt gulped at the other's lashing tongue, she puckered her lips on the oversized clit above her and sucked it right into her mouth.