All of those delicious, forbidden sensations crowded in on her, flashing through her overloaded nerve endings with lightning speed to slash at her loins with merciless insistence, and uncontrollably, her hips began to undulate up against Charlotte's cunt-teasing finger. She was ready now, all her reservations seeming to melt away. She wanted everything.
"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly. "What are you doing to m-me?"
There was no answer, for now she felt the other woman's hungrily teasing lips moving down and down, as Charlotte slithered down over her spread-eagled body. Now, her tantalizing tongue dipped swirlingly into her navel… and her thighs were being spread by warm gentle female hands, and she knew that her genitals were being exposed completely, nakedly, to Charlotte's gaze.
Her eyes were closed now, but she was aware that the black-haired wife of Jim Harding was coming in between her thighs and that her hands moved on the soft silkiness of the flesh of her inner thighs, caressingly.
And, then the soft mouth of her woman-lover was there, following the path her hands had blazed down the warm, quivering flesh heading irrevocably for the angle of her thighs, at the cusp of which her expectantly pulsing cunt, wildfire blazing there in her, waited for that electric moment when two unlike mouths met in erotic congress.
Somehow, the insane idea crossed Cheryl's mind that the very thing she anticipated would, in some way, change her, make of her a different kind of woman.
Then, it was there!
Charlotte's obscenely probing tongue, lovely, tantalizing, and at the same time somehow shameful, made moist sensuous contact with her throbbing clitoris. Instantly, the most powerful sexual sensations she had ever experienced charged electrically through the confused wife's yearning body. It was what she had been waiting for, but her censoring mind was unable to accept it for the joyous thing it was.
"No! Oh, God! N-No!" she cried out. "I can't let you do that… to m-me!" She writhed desperately to escape it.
Charlotte's tantalizing mouth paused for an instant, only scant fractions of an inch from her searingly aroused cuntal mouth, and words came drifting up murmuringly, the warm wash of the other woman's breath a further goad to her erotic response. She felt as though she were standing near the brink of a deep chasm resisting mightily as she was being pushed inexorably over the edge. "Relax, honey… and let it happen! You'll be glad you did! Believe me!"
"But, it's so… so wrong! Unnatural!"
"You say that, but you don't believe it!" Charlotte breathed. "You really do like it, don't you? Those wonderful sensations keep saying yes to you… while your mind tries to make something dirty out of it!"
Suddenly, then, Charlotte dropped her mouth down the final quarter inch, her full sensuous lips making electric contact with the involuntarily pulsing cuntal opening of the quivering younger woman, her tongue probing deep into the fiery, liquid depths of her yearning pussy. With deliberate intent, she began moving her tongue in and out to the tempo already set by Cheryl's undulating hips, using her tongue with the regularity of a man's cock fucking in and out. She heard Cheryl's gasp of pleasure and knew that the highest hurdle of her seduction had been cleared. Pressuring upward then through the coral-pink cleft, she found the wildly pulsing clitoris and licked at it moistly. Cheryl moaned aloud her voice rasping from labored lungs, as her loins writhed down into the mattress to escape the intensely erotic sensation, only to gyrate back up against her woman-lover's mouth in the following moment.
All reason fled. Cheryl was conscious only of the crashing heat-lightning that flashed and grounded in her naked and now upturned cunt. She had to have it! Now!
"Oh, yessssss! Oh, God! Yes! Yes, YES!" Cheryl begged.
Charlotte's mouth was withdrawn, then, and she was asking, "Do you want me to make you cum this way?"
"Oh, God, yes! Any way!"
"Okay… then we'll cum together!"
"H-How can we do that?"
"Easy! Have you ever licked and sucked another woman's cunt, darling?"
"No!"
"Then, you'll learn, now!" Charlotte cooed. "That's how we do it… together!"
"Do I–I have to?"
"If you want to cum!"
"Oh, I do! I'm so hot!"
"Then, we'll do the sixty-nine thing, honey!"
Swiftly Charlotte reversed her position; she straddled Cheryl's face, her own mouth coming down naturally over the sparsely hair-lined cunt of the younger woman, glistening moist and pink, pulsing vibrantly… expectantly.
And, Cheryl found herself looking up, startled, into the moist, fleshy crease, softly lined with jet-black pubic hair, which hung only inches over her face, the wet pink inner lips, flowering open petal-like to reveal the vaginal entrance all pink and pulsing, the hardened shaft of the other woman's clitoris throbbing with a heartbeat of its own… just as she knew her own pussy below throbbed with a desire she had never known.
With an undulant swiveling of her hips, Charlotte's pussy came down against her face, as at the same time her mouth came down to make ecstatic contact again with Frank's wife's quivering clitoris her tongue lashing out to drum an erotic tattoo on its pulsating head.
Cheryl felt suffocated, trapped, for a moment, but Charlotte's tongue licking at her aroused clitoris elicited a long, shivering moan from deep in her chest, emanating from her very soul, as shimmeringly erotic sensations pervaded the whole of her belly, causing her to nuzzle up into the woman-flesh there above her, the heady perfume of the other's femaleness drawn deep into her lungs… and with a tentatively exploring tongue, she timidly probed upward to lick experimentally the miniature phallus shielded in its protective fleshy groove.
Then, wildly, she wanted to do everything that was being done to her. Her tongue now shifted upward to flick deep into Charlotte's equally aroused cuntal mouth; soon she matched the rhythmic licking of her clitoris by her hostess' tantalizing tongue, stabbing in and out like a substitute penis.
Together the two women began to mount higher and higher, by progressive degrees to heady plateaus of arousal, as tongues slashed and licked and hands grasped and caressed soft pliant feminine flesh, while hips ground undulantly and mouths gasped and mewled out little moans of joy.
Suddenly, Cheryl was mouthing words up into the moist cunt above her. "Ooooooooh! That feels sooooo gooooood! Oh, God, Charlotte! Don't stop! Don't stop licking me!"
Above her and below, dimly, she heard Charlotte's countering cries. "Eat me, darling! Oooooooooh! Eat my cunt…! Eat it… goooooood! OOOoooooh! Just… like… that!"
CHAPTER SIX
Afterward, Nancy Barber snuggled down between the two virile men. She had never felt happier than at this moment, but something disquieting had happened, she remembered, just at the moment Frank, pummeling into her, had brought her to soaring orgasm, while at almost exactly the same time she had been desperately swallowing Jim's thick semen jetting into her mouth.
"What was Cheryl's problem?" she asked, turning to Frank.