"What…" Suddenly Carrie sat up and stripped herself free of her remaining clothing. "That's better… now you…"
Mimi obeyed, forgetting about free will and determinism, college knowledge couldn't help her now. It was experience she was after.
Almost savagely then, Carrie turned to recapture Mimi's mouth, her naked upper leg moving in between the coed's white tapering thighs, spreading them until their legs intertwined and their loins met and mingled, the two bodies nestling close. Reaching over boldly, Carrie pulled the rounded fullness of Mimi's quivering white buttocks in tight. Her hand moved down between them to the pussy cleft, and without hesitation she dipped a finger into the moist aroused opening. She found it amply lubricated, telltale evidence of the younger girl's arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erect unhooded clitoris. It was hard, throbbing and taut, and Carrie began to stroke it ever so gently.
Mimi felt Carrie begin to move, slithering down her body, rolling her gently to her back, her mouth busy as she kissed her passionately throbbing breasts then began to suck them, moving the nipples in and out of her mouth quickly, while she maintained a constant exciting sucking pressure. The highly erotic sensations keened through the younger girl's body, flashing through her. Then her hips began to move in a steady countering rhythm to the sinuous stroking finger… and she knew she had lost all free will, that she had succumbed, tacitly just as she had surrendered to John Dobkins in the university horse barn.
"Oh… God!" she shuddered helplessly.
Now she felt those avid woman's lips moving down, down, down across her flat belly, the agile tongue dipping into her navel, tantalizingly… and then the gentle insistent hands spreading her thighs, exposing her palpitating needful cunt to the other woman's lewd gaze. She was acutely aware that Carrie's face was peering between her widespread thighs and that those knowing hands were moving on the smooth, softly velvet flesh of her defenseless pussy.
Then that mouth was kissing her naked thighs, her hips, her abdomen, the inner sides of her thighs, gradually working up to her heatedly pulsating cunt. It drove Mimi wild with feverish anticipation. She knew now it would happen, and she was powerless to stop it.
And just before Carrie's mouth reached that pit of her femininity, a disquieting thought charged through Mimi's mind. Somehow, she knew in that instant, she would be different… she would be losing an innocence she could never regain. Like losing her maidenhead.
Then there it was! Carrie's probing, licking tantalizing tongue was there… on her clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her brain, and Mimi knew that there was never in this world – or the next, either – a more voluptuous ecstasy. But again that indoctrinated brain, loaded with moralizing, its taboos and its fears, interfered, "No! Please… no! God," she cried out.
The working mouth stopped. But she didn't want it to stop. Words came to her as from a distance. She heard, but did not hear, as her senses reeled. It was Carrie's voice from down there between her legs. "Relax, honey… enjoy!"
"I can't! I can't let you do this to me!"
"But you like it!" countered Carrie, speaking assuredly. She dropped her mouth to the seething moist flesh of Mimi's pussy, her tongue probing this time into the heated liquid depths, searing into the clutching cuntal opening moving in then out to the rhythm already set by Mimi's spasmodically grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in and out with the measured regularity of a tiny cock.
Mimi could stand it no longer. She had to have it! If she didn't cum, she'd go mad. Throwing reasons to the winds, conscious only of the electric-like sensations that ached in her naked loins, she cried out, "Yessss!"
The lapping mouth paused. "I've got a good idea, honey. Let's complete the circuit." And with that Carrie swiftly shifted her position, swinging herself around to straddle Mimi's face, her own head falling into place naturally over the tender loins of the young chestnut-haired coed.
Startled, Mimi looked up and saw the moist warmth of Carrie's hair-lined cunt hovering scant inches above her face, the brown puckered ring of her tiny anus winking down at her. She knew what she must do, what she had to do! But her whole being rejected it. How did I ever get myself into this mess? God, I must be vulnerable!
With a swivel-hipped wriggle, Carrie's vibrant pussy smashed down against Mimi's face.
"Mmmmffff!" Mimi's first impulse was to scream; she felt suffocated… trapped, but the contact of the experienced woman's tongue with the quivering bud of her own clitoris elicited a long moan of sexual surrender from deep in her chest. She gasped, her mouth gaped open, and instinctively her face nuzzled up into the moist female furrow above her. Unthinking, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, and found the tiny shaft in its fold of hair-rimmed blood-engorged flesh.
To her surprise, the slightly pungent flavor of the woman's pussy was not at all distasteful and she quickly became more bold, more dexterous, licking, then sucking. Finally she established a lewd rhythmic movement to match Carrie's licking and sucking of her own cunt.
Together then they began to spiral, mouthing higher and higher toward the orgasmic release, tongue licking and slashing in and out of throbbing cunts, hands grasping, mouths gasping out little mewls and groans of mutual lesbian ecstasy.
Thus entertwined, head to loins, mutually giving and receiving eroticisms, the two women came to the epogee of sexual climax.
It began for Mimi first – a long shuddering convulsion of her body causing her to jerk spasmodically upward with wave after wave surging a welcomed orgasm through her body leaving her spent. "Aaaauuugggh! I'mmmm cummmming!"
"Oh, that was lovely, Mimi!" Carrie gasped.
Mimi could only moan in half-conscious agreement. She could only crawl around on the bed and offer her lips to the other woman again, clinging to her, confused but sexually satisfied. It was strange but true and, for the moment, she didn't question it.
"Wait…" cautioned Carrie, getting up from the bed and rummaging through the absent assistant's bureau drawer as if she'd done it before. Mimi, half consciously considered it rather rude, but didn't ask questions. She was in no condition to ask anything. Finally, Carrie found it… a black box, and inside was something Mimi had never before lain eyes on. A vibrator!
Then it was on her… the vibrator, moving exhilaratingly over her abdomen teasing at her satiated cunt, the oscillating vibrations transmitting renewed sensations of pleasure through her belly as Carrie expertly manipulated her instantly hard clitoris.
"This will give you more of a charge than any man's cock possibly could," put in Carrie, grinning to herself, knowing she'd captured this beautiful coed before Ed had a chance to. That was part of their game… and maybe a large part of the unexplainable reason why Ed and Carrie continued their charade at romance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You think so, huh?" grated a voice from the doorway. Mimi's eyes went wide at the sight of Ed Buyers and that menacingly wonderful German Shepherd standing vigilantly at his side. And any thoughts she had in the way of explanation were quickly dispelled as his hands went to his belt, then his zipper, and his pants dropped with an alarming thud.
Mimi watched hypnotized as his penis came throbbingly into view, its dangling length already hard. She knew she should scream and put an end to this filthy perverted madness, but she couldn't… her eyes were glued to an incredible spectacle; the swelling serpentine growth of that rising cock.
Woodenly, she watched him slowly pump it into lustful erection, its fat bulbous head throbbing with a life that knew but one death, its length so dilated that, beyond the two beefy hands it, one behind the other, there still appeared from one end the unencumbered knob and at the other at least two inches of thick stalk that merged into an overgrown thatch of curly black hair.