Olive found Cathy's mouth and their naked bodies joined together. Olive's tongue darted inside Cathy's mouth and the hot insides steamed with the passion of both of them. Olive's kiss was wet and juicy and as she lay atop Cathy's naked body she ground her pussy against the younger girl's as though trying to penetrate her with her clitoris.
Cathy felt the solid bones of Olive's box pressing against her own pussy and she thrust upward so that their pussies met. Olive rubbed hard against Cathy's pussy while her tongue darted in and out of Cathy's mouth. The two girls rubbed in countermotions, their labia opening so that the juicy inner linings met in ecstatic tribadism. Olive's clitoris strained to push through her pussy lips and encounter a like member, but was too small to reach. Still, the vigorousness of their rubbing together transmitted the feeling of coitus to each of them and their kissing became more heated, their tongues exchanged jabs that brought the saliva to their mouths just as their pussies became soaked with the oils of love.
Cathy, locked again in a waking dream world, translated Olive's pressures on her body into erotic images of a dark man mounting her. Olive, her eyes glazed, the aggressor, rubbed until her slit was wide open, the juices flowing from her gash like wild honey. By rubbing a certain way she found that the clitoris could be reached by transmission through the active muscles. As Cathy lay beneath her, quietly enjoying the erotic pleasure of tribadism, Olive shuddered as multiple orgasms shook her body.
Their panting filled the adobe with animal sounds.
"Olive, I'm getting tired," Cathy said, after awhile.
Olive stopped rubbing Cathy's pussy with her own. She blinked her eyes in the dark.
"Tired?" she asked rhetorically.
"S-sort of."
"Oh well, I'm not finished yet. I want to show you something even better."
"Better?" Cathy asked. She didn't know how anything could be better. Never in her life had she dreamed that her body could give her such pleasure. With Olive, this night, she had felt things she hadn't known existed and how Olive was offering the impossible.
"Yes" breathed Olive, taking her body off of Cathy's. "Just relax and spread your legs. Don't be surprised at what you feel. Just remember it'll be me."
"I-I won't," Cathy agreed. But she was puzzled. She heard Olive moving nearby but couldn't see her well except when distant flashes of lightning threw her into relief.
Olive turned around next to Cathy and then straddled the girl in the opposite direction so that her face was above Cathy's cunt and her own cunt was high in the air over Cathy's face. She spread Cathy's legs wider and dipped her face down to the soaked pussy between her friend's legs.
Olive put her hands on Cathy's labia and spread them as she dipped her face down to the satiny insides of Cathy's cunt. She had her tongue extended as her other girl friend had taught her and she could smell the heady musk of Cathy's dank cunt the closer she got. Cathy waited for the mysterious new experience with bated breath. She did not have long to wait.
Olive's tongue glided over the soft insides of Cathy's labia and the younger girl almost buckled with the ecstasy the new sensation brought to her. Olive buried her face in the damp swamp.of Cathy's pussy, her tongue pushing past the lips and into the pink folds of smooth flesh. She found Cathy's throbbing clit quite easily and when the rough tip of her tongue made contact, Cathy's body gave a spasmodic jerk.
"Wow!" she exclaimed in a heavy whisper.
Olive was silent. And busy.
The older girl's tongue set up a furious rhythmic twanging of Cathy's clit bringing fresh floods of fluid gushing through her already well-soaked cunt. She spread the lips even wider and took the swollen clit in her mouth and sucked it as her tongue thrummed the tip to a frenzy of ecstatic pleasure that was almost unbearable to Cathy.
Caught up in the sheer delight of her act of cunnilingus, Olive buried her face even deeper in Cathy's crotch. Her tongue laved the creamy insides of Cathy's cunt and tripped the clit-trigger as fast as she could work. Her reward was the rich mush of Cathy's sex in her nostrils, the feel of her thighs pressing against her face and Cathy's own rhythmic movements which had begun to build as Cathy found delight in her friend's sexual stimuli.
"Oh Olive, you don't know how good that feels!" she exclaimed. She knew that Olive's own pussy was up in the air not very far away from her. Somehow, she wanted to do the same thing to Olive that was being done to her. She wanted to explore the older girl's pussy and see what mysteries it contained.
Olive lifted her head out of Cathy's steeping crotch for a moment.
"I'm going to drop my pussy down, Cath," she said. "You do it to me while I'm doing it to you. It'll be wild!"
"O-okay," Cathy gulped as Olive went down on her once again, her tongue finding the flame-hot clit easily.
Cathy felt smothered at first, as Olive's dripping wet cunt dropped over her face. She could still feel Olive's fingers spreading her own gash apart, so she did the same, extending her tongue as she did so.
She could smell Olive's sex and it excited her. She breathed in the musk.
She spread her friend's pussy-lips and put her tongue to the raw pink flesh. Olive bucked with excitement as the tongue touched the mucous membrane.
"Jesus!" Olive exclaimed.
Encouraged, Cathy pushed her nose into the top of the gash and urged her tongue deeper in the dank tunnel of flesh.
It was, as Olive had said, even better. She could feel Olive's tongue inside her, touching the love button and bringing her to orgasm over and over. And, now, here she was, doing the same thing as though she had been doing it all her life. She exulted in the yielding feel of Olive's pussy flesh and when her mouth found the clit and sucked it to a willowy hardness, her own juices gushed through her already soaked caverns.
She pulled on Olive's buttocks bringing the girl's pussy even more over her face. Her tongue found deeper territory to explore. She sucked on Olive's clit and tongued it just as her friend was doing to her. She could feel Olive coming. She felt the love honey pour into the love chamber like a newly opened spring. Her own vagina seemed to be opening like a giant flower, hoping that Olive's tongue would swell and fill her.
Cathy lost all thought of where and who she was. Sex was all-important to her now. The storm seemed like a distant army in skirmish over a far hill. With her were the plump thighs of Olive and the deep soft pink flesh that she plied with her tongue. In her mind was the wild electricity of sex that was being drummed from her cunt by Olive's expert tongue. It was like a dream come true, but more bizarre in its reality than any dream she had ever had.
Gone was the image of the dark man mounting her.
Instead, there was only Olive with her young, breasts hanging loose as her face found a nesting place in her thighs. There was Olive with her woman's body and her experienced tongue. There were the memories of her finger and her rubbing, cunt to cunt in a smothering love. There was the heady musk of sex in her nostrils and the dripping pussy covering her own face.
And there was the incredible tingling electric sensation of her clit being tongued while orgasm after orgasm shook her body like a restless volcano.
Sex had come to Cathy all of a sudden and she seemed surprised that it was so good and so needed. She exulted in it and she wondered at it. She knew only one thing. She wanted it all the time and as much of it as she could get. With Olive as the catalyst, Cathy had discovered a deep need in herself that would take a long time to satisfy.
As the storm crashed around the adobe the two girls fought a battle of their own, one of extreme excitement that enclosed them in its fury like the black, cloudy night filled with electric danger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the dark, Darlene felt the huge proportions of Pete as he mounted her.