Sliding her lips up the thighs, Lucrezia met first the slippery ooze of fluid glossing the tops of the legs. She lapped it like a dog. It represented the passion of a lovely girl — nothing unpalatable about that.
Over the swamp and to the very brink of the ravine, a plunge of the tongue and she was kissing and licking in that inundated wadi which squirmed and pressed against her and squashed its side flat against her mouth.
She searched, her tongue leading her blindly in the wadi until she found that steep, stiff monument. She grasped it in her lips and Carlotta's hips went mad, writhing and twisting so that Lucrezia had to hang onto her prize as if she were on a wild horse. But she clung to it, sucking it voraciously while a thin whine of passion, broken often by a deep moan, crashed down on her ears from the tortured face high up above her.
Her hands grasped those slim hips. How slim they were compared to her own. They made Carlotta seem that much more girlish, innocent, helpless.
She slid her hands under the hips and ran them all around the firm, tense balls of bottom. What an excellent little bottom.
She squeezed and worked its pliable bulk as she sucked and licked. The buttocks tightened and relaxed in her hands, swinging wildly in torment. The girl had become a raging form of sexuality. There seemed nothing left of her except a moaning, writhing mass of sensual flesh.
Lucrezia pulled the buttocks apart forcibly. They were hot in the crack between them. There were a few young hairs and then a sweating smoothness. Her fingers slipped over it like little snakes.
The anus nestled there, unprotected now and she rifled it with her fingers they way she'd liked her father to intrude in hers. And Carlotta had no reticence any longer. She didn't even try to press her backside cheeks together. On the contrary she pressed them wide and back so that Lucrezia's finger actually penetrated the anus, the tight little ring of flesh, near to her sucking lips.
She used her tongue on the clitoris which seemed so big as to be unreal. There was a taste of salt and parsley in her mouth; the liquid was running over her face, growing into a torrent.
Above, out of sight, she heard Carlotta's sob.
“Oh, oh, it's here, it's here,” she heard her cry, out of control.
She sucked even more furiously, jabbing her finger deeply into the tight, tearing hole. She was terribly excited herself. She got a vicarious pleasure from the girl's helpless passion.
Following on her gasped out words, Carlotta twisted first one way and then the other in a quick, shivering convulsion. Her mouth opened wide and a long, continuous moan of sound exploded from it as she clasped her thighs around Lucrezia's head and squeezed.
The grip on Lucrezia was strong and suffocating, but she bore it until it slowly relaxed and the thighs fell away.
She straightened up, realizing just how hot her loins had become. A little longer and she'd probably have come herself.
She looked at Carlotta. The girl seemed to have collapsed in a coma. She lay with her head thrown back dramatically, her arms wide out beside her head. Her eyes were closed, her breasts heaving in a great swell of emotion.
Lucrezia lay down alongside her and kissed her shoulder. After a while she spoke.
“Wasn't that worth a year in a convent? Isn't it worth anything on earth?”
Carlotta's eyes opened slowly, sleepily. She'd lost all trace of her early embarrassment.
“I feel purged,” she said softly. “I feel satisfied and purged of all the frustration and not knowing that I've ever felt.”
Lucrezia smiled at her and kissed her bare arm.
“You obviously enjoyed it,” she agreed. “Your enjoyment was so infectious that I almost had a climax myself.”
Carlotta opened her eyes again and looked at her. Realization had dawned that there were, of course, two of them, that Lucrezia had given her undreamed-of pleasure, that it was now up to her to reciprocate.
“I'm not at all expert,” she said. “I shan't know what to do.”
Lucrezia began to quiver with anticipation.
“Just do what I did,” she said with a break in her voice. “And that will be wonderful.”
“I have to get my breath back a moment.”
They lay together for a few minutes longer. Lucrezia could hardly wait and she kept pressing her round belly again Carlotta's side and tensing her pelvis against her.
“God, I want it very badly!” she muttered.
At that Carlotta turned over toward her and she fell backwards on the bed. She lay there staring up at the ceiling concentrating on herself, looking inward at the sensation inside her.
She felt the warm face come down on her breasts. To Carlotta her breasts were enormous in comparison with her own. They just asked to be nestled against, to be used as a pillow in which to bury one's face.
The face brushed against the tight, hurting points of her breasts, piquing her with a spear-point of ecstatic pain that rushed straight to her genitals. And then those cool, well-defined lips closed on her nipple in a soft, fondling grip that made her squirm already.
They began to suck, drawing her pear of breast into the mouth, drawing it in, in, swallowing it, sucking it, pulverizing it with sharp, needed pain.
Lucrezia's legs began to jerk in spasms and the unknown fingers slid down her body, the image of her own, and went straight to the spot which played no timid games with them but waited, wide open like a trap, thighs wide apart and squirming.
Lucrezia held her breath waiting for the contact, expecting it, but still jumping with delight when it came. Cool fingers caressed her long, deep cleft which was stinging as the juices were washed into it from her inner regions.
The fingers explored like timid animals- and everywhere they touched and slid they left a burning, a prickling sense of near-destruction.
Lucrezia groaned. She liked to groan. She let the groans escape from her mouth-not that she could really have controlled them-to show her appreciation of what was being done to her.
Then with a sudden jump she felt the fingertips find her little erection. That was too much. She squirmed her hips in a movement that was almost circular, that was wild, exaggerated.
And the fingers were relentless. They pressed there, loved there, pinched there, gave no quarter although her moans became helpless sobs of passion.
Lucrezia felt her hole growing wide. The love-juice was swamping, too, and her belly was in unbearable torment. There couldn't be much more to go.
“Your mouth, your mouth!” she pleaded.
The fingers came out of her sultry cleft giving her a brief respite. But they were replaced immediately by a pair of cool lips which seized on her clitoris, sending a shock through her whole body.
“Oh, wonderful, wonderful!” she gasped. She could hardly utter the words. They tumbled out in a rush of sound which was mostly escaping breath, wheezing out like steam from a hot spring.
The mouth was working hard, giving her no chance to catch her breath. She was out of breath as if she'd been running hard.
And then the hands, remembering, slid around her hips and dug handfuls from her big buttocks, rummaging between them to find the anal orifice.
“Wonderful, wonderful!” she breathed again, lost and helpless.
She felt the heat like a great wood fire down in her passage. It was as hot as a lump of smoldering charcoal, felt ready to splinter into pieces at any moment.
“It's coming… it's… coming… oh!” she gasped, more as an outlet for her feeling than as a warning. She jerked her legs this way and that as if they were puppets and she held the strings. Speech was now impossible. The sounds from her mouth were animal noises, enlarging in abandon with every lick of that tongue on her erect little organ.