Amy shoved her finger all the way up her cousin's cunt. "Just looking to see if I can figure out why you think this hole's so fucking special. It feels just like a pussy to me," and she jabbed her finger in and out, stabbing the tight dry hole until Betsy began to whimper and cry little salty tears.
"Dish it out, but can't take it, huh?" Amy sneered. Her finger moved faster. Mmmmm! She could feel oozy wetness starting to leak from Betsy's pussy sheath, coating her ginger as it worked in and out. The smell of aroused cunt was drifting into her nostrils. She could feel the pussy beginning to move as she fingerfucked it, and she could feel the walls beginning to ripple gently, a counterpoint rhythm to the in-but thrusts of her finger. Betsy's tummy heaved, and the blonde girl was flush-faced, panting as if she'd just run a mile on a full stomach.
The pussy muscles sucked, suddenly, milking in a provocative motion round Amy's finger. She gasped, and she started to push her finger toward the center of that milking response. Betsy sucked in her breath and her eyes opened. They didn't look angry now and they didn't blaze with fury. They were soft and amber, tinged with the slightest flash of warmness. She blinked a couple of times, and her eyes grew even softer, filmed over as they were by a thin veil of teardrops. Why, Amy thought, she really is cute I guess! She began to feel sorry that she'd hit Betsy so hard, even if the bitch had deserved it.
"Oh, wow!" Betsy said in a high voice. "That feels strange – you don't stroke it quite the same way I do when I'm jerking off," she giggled. "Mmmm, do it again, just like that, yeah!" Her head leaned back, eyes closing again. Reaching down without looking, she took hold of Amy's hand and pulled it against her pussy. The finger slipped deeper into Betsy's cunt, and Amy could feel the heat emanating like moist steam from Betsy's pussyhole. Liquid oozed from the cunt gash, surrounding her finger, and the pussy was growing noticeably wetter.
Betsy held Amy's wrist. She moved it in a couple of short, firm plunges, that pushed the finger into her pussy, pulled it out, then shoved it up again. "Yeah, that feels really good, Amy!" she said, opening her eyes.
"It does," Amy agreed, feeling the muscles quiver and suck at her finger. "It truly does, Bets! Oh, God, I'm sorry I hit you and called you names, but only if you're sorry too. I mean, we don't have to fight, do we? I think we might have some potential as friends, hmmm?"
"I never did this with a girl before," Betsy whispered, "but, Jesus, Amy, I think I wanna do it right now with you! Slide over here, lemme lift that skirt up, yeah, you dirty slut, not even wearing panties! Look at that little cunt gash down there! Your hole is so fucking tiny, I don't see how a boy can ever get his cock into it in the first place! It's all I can do to put my finger in you."
But her finger eased right in, and Amy's pussy sealed shut around it, the muscles rippling in delight response just as Betsy's was doing right now around Amy's finger. Amy slid a bit closer, until her bare tits brushed Betsy's smaller tits. Amy's were bare, the pink nipples sticking straight out, while Betsy's were still covered by her bra.
Amy reached out and put her hand on one of Betsy's tits, stroking it delicately. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the cup and the small tit popped out, its red nipple hard.
She felt her lips twitch, the way they and everytime she got a look at a boy's stiff cock. She knew she loved to have her nipples licked; she wondered if it would be anywhere near as much fun to lick someone else's. There was only one way to find out. Amy leaned down to her cousin's chest and she took the pointy red nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at its tip. She heard Betsy sigh, and the finger up Amy's pussy began to jerk in and out excitedly.
"We better go inside," Amy said, relaxing her lips. "Or at least around back of the house. I'd hate for someone to see us and maybe get the wrong idea – that we were queer for each other or anything like that, you know?"
"Oh, sure!" Betsy agreed. "I mean, just because I stick my finger in your pussy, and let you suck my tits doesn't mean we're lesbians or any of that skit, does it?" she giggled. "Did you ever lick anybody's pussy? I love to have mine licked, and I wonder if it tastes as good as it feels."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Amy smiled.
Betsy spread a blanket on the back parch and the two girls stripped, eyeing each other carefully as they undressed. They'd seen each other naked yesterday, of course, but that was different. They'd been enemies then. Now they were a lot friendlier. Amy watched the slim, sleek curves of Betsy's slender body.
She was especially intrigued by the two cherry-red points on Betsy's tits. As her cousin leaned over, Amy reached up and took hold of the nipples, her fingers squeezing insistently, and she pulled Betsy down onto herself. Their faces came together and Amy knew that she was supposed to kiss Betsy now. She closed her eyes and pretended she was kissing one of the Robbins boys, just in case the act left her feeling kinda queer, but as her lips brushed Betsy's, she didn't want to pretend shit! Her lips opened and her tongue touched Betsy's, and the two girls merged together, their hot tits rubbing, their bellies grinding, the hairs of their aroused pussies tickling each other's cunt gashes.
They lay on their sides, legs entwined so that Amy's pussy was able to brush directly against Betsy's. "This is great," Amy enthused between kisses and tit-slurps. She wiggled, and her pussy did a little dance against her cousin's. Betsy sighed too, and she pressed back. Both their crotches were dripping wet. Amy's hands covering Betsy's tits, her wet cunt stroking Betsy's equally sloshy cunt.
"It doesn't take long," Betsy agreed, leaning down to start licking her cousin's nipples.
Amy moaned in glee as her tits cased into Betsy's warm wet sucking mouth. She cupped her tits and fed them to her cousin, back and forth, trilling whenever Betsy sucked or chewed on the upstanding pink tabs that crowned her full young tits. She worked her cunt more excitedly against Betsy's, soaking in the delicious sensation of rubbing pussies with another girl.
"Let's eat each other," Betsy said, looking up, licking her wet lips. She had drooled all over Amy's tits and left her teeth marks and her lipstick prints on them. She rubbed the red stains of lipstick with her fingertip, until the color seemed to blend into the pink flesh of Amy's tits.
Amy's eyebrows lifted. "Why not?" she agreed. "We've gone this far, haven't we? Who goes first?"
"We could do it at the same time," Betsy suggested. "I'm sure you've done some sixty-nining with Joey. He's crazy about eating pussy while he fucks your mouth, but I imagine you already know that, huh, Amy?" Amy smiled and blushed, then nodded. "Well, it should work the same way with two girls, except that there's no long cock to put in your mouth."
"Speaking of long cocks," Amy said, shifting herself around, "you really oughta take a ride on Chad Robbins' cock. Big! My God! He should have a license for that thing!"
"I can hardly wait." Betsy grinned. "Now that you've paved the way. I just hope I can fuck up to your standard. On the other hand, I may get hooked on this sweet tight pussy of yours and never wanna go near a guy again."
"Fat fuckin' chance of that!" Amy smirked. "You're a cockhound just like I am, baby, but since we don't have any cocks around, why don't we make the best of what we do have?" It wasn't so much different from sixty-nining with Joey, except that there wasn't a cock to hang onto. Amy pushed her face into Betsy's cunt, using her hands to stroke the pussy, then open it wide. She felt Betsy squirm as she stretched the pussy labes as far as they'd go, and then she stuck her tongue into the hot wet cunt trench.
She lapped into Betsy's pussy, tasting the sweet musky fluids other cousin's cunt, and she couldn't keep her tongue still. She worked her finger back and forth until Betsy's clit opened up and came out to play in earnest. It was a fat pink button, slippery under her tongue, and it got more slippery the more she licked it. She heard Betsy sigh and moan, and she knew she was doing all right.