Miriam broke the kiss and slipped around so that she could suck on Tammy's tits while offering her to the brunette's answering kisses. The younger girl caught one soft mound of breast in both hands and held it in front of her lips. She kissed the nipple gently, then slowly took the button into her mouth. She sucked sweetly, letting the nipple get harder and harder. Slowly she drew more of the throbbing breast into her mouth. She opened her wide lips and sucked as much of the tit as she could into her mouth. Her hands caressed around the soft, swollen outer circle of the breast. The feel of the soft skin, the feel of the luscious tit sent her body into shimmering delight.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Ooooo, Miriam, it's soooo good. You feel so good in my hands. Mmmmm."
"Damn!" her friend answered. "I never knew a girl could have so many curves. You're the sexiest woman I ever saw, by far the sweetest cunt I ever had in my arms. These tits are driving me crazy!" Tammy felt that the redhead was driving her tits crazy, too. Her breasts were masses of pulsing ecstasy. The older girl was moving her face all about them, kissing and sucking and licking and nibbling about them. "Ohhhh, God!" she kept moaning. "Ohhhh, God, what beauties!"
The redhead slid further down the brunette's body. Site paused at Tammy's navel for a moment, sucking the indenture and running her tongue into it. Then she moved further. Her lips brushed through the cunt hair, steadily approaching the pussy which already was pouring its juices opulently. Tammy trembled in anticipation and scooted her face inside Miriam's thighs. She damped her mouth over the older girl's cunt just as she felt lips close about the lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, beginning to suck at the luxurious cunt. She ran her tongue into the pussy, tasting the oils which were flooding freely. She sucked, then blew into the opening. She shuddered with the sudden sucking of Miriam's breath. The girls rolled about the bed, throbbing against each other in the mounting excitement of their suck. Tits pressed together. Thighs wrapped about necks. They embraced wildly, frantically, as they sucked harder and more fervently.
Tammy became far more aroused than she had the night before. Perhaps it was the softer, more loving touch of Miriam. Maybe it was the lack of fear. It could have been just that she had been agreeable to this toss on the bed. Whatever the reason, she felt her climax begin to build up inside her. Her pussy glowed and pulsed from the way it was being sucked. Her body shook with a series of spasms. Her brain was whirling from her passion. She could scarcely breathe from the roaring fires which blazed inside her.
She held her mouth more tightly against Miriam's crotch. She sucked, then blew into the steaming pussy at her mouth. She alternated more rapidly. Miriam was moaning constantly, squeezing her between her thighs and writhing about the bed. Tammy's body seemed to freeze for a moment. Everything was completely still. Her body was like a meadow just before a storm sweeps across it. Tammy lay still for another split second. Then she exploded in wild, frantic spasms. She soared into a fabulous orgasm. Her mouth went back to work at her friend's pussy with increased fervor. She felt the same mammoth spasms wrack Miriam's body. They sucked and shuddered as they merged into a single glorious climax.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms.
Tammy's cheek lay against the redhead's tits. She listened to Miriam's deep breathing and caressed her friend's soft thighs. This had been better than last night. This time she had reached her orgasm. That made a difference. That made a hell of a difference. The brunette closed her eyes and joined her friend in a sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunlight streaming in the window woke the girl. Tammy stretched luxuriously. Her body was still tingly from the night before. She could feel Bart Williams' arms still around her. She still smelled the exotic scent of his cologne, still tasted the touch of his tongue in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, twisting her luscious body beneath the sheet. It had been so nice to cuddle with him in his was he sat in front of the house.
She had been surprised when he asked for a date. Tammy had almost decided that he was a lost cause for her. He had remained warm and friendly whenever they met on campus, but he seemed to avoid her when he positioned herself close to him in the student center. Tammy smiled at the memory of the embarrassment on his face as he backed into her tits, not realizing that she was behind him. He had been too flustered to speak.
"They aren't breakable," she laughed in her most sultry voice. She was afraid that she had really scared him off with that. She hadn't, though. She had almost finished her hamburger when he stopped at her table and asked for a date for Friday evening. She smiled at his conscious attempts to keep from staring at her breasts.
He had still been trying to keep his eyes off them as they sat beside each other during the concert. Tammy did not make things easier on the boy. She leaned toward him, letting the ripe tits pour over the top of her dress. She made sure he saw them. She made sure he felt them against his arm. On the way home she snuggled against him in his car, thankful that he had bench seats and hot a sports car with bucket seats that served only to keep a couple separated. Ban put his arm around her and hugged her tightly as he drove. They stopped in town for coffee and a sandwich, then drove in the countryside before returning to Uncle Paul's house.
She was waiting as he parked the car, waiting as he turned toward her. She looked up, lips parted in anticipation. He looked at her, almost frightened by her loveliness. He kissed her gently. He kissed her with increasing fervor. As she melted against him, he ran his tongue between her lips. They kissed and sucked at each other. Bart felt the surge of excitement along his cock. His prick began to swell inside his pants.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him with deeper intensity than she'd ever kissed a boy. She sucked at the roving tongue he sent back into her mouth. She twisted her body slowly to let her tits roll against him. Her hand felt the warmth which was coming to his groin. She trembled in delight, waiting for the right time to let her hand steal over and grasp the cock.
"Ohhhhh, Tammy," he told her. "You're the softest, sweetest girl I ever kissed. Oooo, you are getting my heat up." His hand went around her waist, his palm just at the side of her tit. Tammy turned her shoulders and laid the tit squarely in his grasp. She felt him jump at the sudden feel of her tit in his hand. He kept hold of it, though, and began to hesitantly caress its firm curve. As Bart became more convinced of her willingness to have her tits played with he caressed it more fully, his hand trembling at the thought of holding such fantastic breasts. He'd wanted to do this since the first afternoon he saw her walk across the campus. Hell, every boy on the campus had been itching to get his hands on these beauties. The boys who had dated her, however, complained that the brunette wouldn't let them get their hands near her. She sure didn't have any objections tonight. He listened to her murmur softly as she yielded her body to his sensuous explorations.
"Ooooo, yes," she purred. "Love them, Bart. Love them up good, make them swell over my chest." Tammy shivered at the delight of his touch. Her hand stole closer to his cock, feeling the throbs which ran about his thighs as she came closer. Her fingers taunted steadily toward the pulsing bulge in his pants. She fingered the maddened pecker as he tightened his hold on her tits. The brunette clamped her hand on the cock and held him firmly, her body shaking with excitement as he slipped his hand beneath her sweater. The tits lunged into his caress, their satin skin, glowing at his touch. Tammy pressed one hand against the outside of her sweater, crushing his hands over her throbbing tits beneath the soft knit. Her other hand groped about his cock more brazenly, tracing the outline of his warm tool until she felt she had its shape and size committed to memory. She suddenly clamped her fingers over his shaft and pumped happily as he lunged about the seat in excitement.