"You have such lovely tits," the blonde said, touching an index finger to each of her friend's hard brown nipples. She pushed, as if the candy-drop nips were little buttons, and her friend covered the caressing hands with her own. Slowly the two women moved closer, their eyes shutting as their mouths came together, and then they were kissing hotly, each of them fondling the others bare breasts. The camera moved in for a tight close-up of the smooching mouths, showed off the tongues as they pulled back and forth, the dribbles of spit that formed on each woman's mouth. Clothed, the blonde girl looked almost innocent. Naked, hotly kissing her friend, she presented quite a different picture.
Pam watched with growing interest. The women were really into this, she couldn't help noticing. When they kind, when they, felt one another, you could tell, even on 8mm film, that they meant it. The sighs, the rolling eyes, the fluttering fingers, the stiffened nipples, the way bodies brushed together and clung as if they were glued. She felt a wetness oozing between her thighs and it was a pleasant sensation. Pam squeezed her legs together upon the puffy swell of her cunt and she made that pleasant feeling build and grow, and she didn't let up for a moment in her oral attention to Mr. Ford's cock.
The only problem was – if this was a lesbian flick, as it appeared to be, how would she know when to make him squirt? Oh, play it by ear, she told herself. Or at least by tongue. You're a pro, aren't you? At least an afternoon pro.
The angle changed quickly, and the camera was suddenly very far back, an extreme long shot. The girls were still busy with one another, removing shorts, kissing, feeling, but they were tiny dots of flesh in the middle of the screen. A quick, blurry pan, and the camera was face to face with a rather handsome black man, tall and well-built. From the smile on his face he had apparently seen something which pleased him, and Pam smiled too, for the movie had finally taken shape in her head. No problem now, she thought. It's in the bag.
Back to the ladies. The blonde was on her back, legs wide, the sandy-haired girl kissing her stomach just above the small, triangular patch of dark-gold pubic hair. As she kissed, the other girl began to rub the blonde's cuntal slice, and the camera moved in close to show that slice, its lips prominent and deeply cleft.
Fingers spread those lips, revealing the violet pink flesh inside, and Pam watched with interest, still eating Mr. Ford. The camera kept closing in, as if the filmmaker meant to thrust his lens up the blonde girl's pussy, but somehow Pam didn't think that was likely. The sandy-haired girl eased a finger into the snug little pussy mouth and there seemed to be no room for anything else in those tight confines. She began to fuck in and out with her finger, and the blonde's flat stomach suddenly began to ripple in soft waves, her thighs trembling on each side.
The women were both fully naked now, and as Pam watched and sucked with equal commitment, they moved into a lesbian 69, the blonde on the bottom. The sandy-haired girl kept using her finger in her girlfriend's snatch but she brought her mouth into play as well, long pointed tongue shaking and tickling the clitoral nub at the upper end of the blonde's gash. From time to time she licked lower, casing her tongue into the vaginal mouth alongside her finger, but it was clearly a tight fit. And a pleasant one, if the ruddy, healthy glow of her face proved anything.
A quick cut brought the viewer's attention to the blonde, who was quite eagerly mouthing the cunt that had settled atop her sweet face. She didn't look at all innocent now. She licked pussy, then raised her straining head to let her tongue glide across the other girl's asshole, a tiny red pucker amid a forest of thick dark hair that completely filled her crotch and threatened to spill uncontrollably down her long legs. At the nine time she kept her fingers very busy on the sandy-haired girl's deeply tanned ass, pinching into the firm-looking buttocks, spreading them wide so that pussy lips gaped forth from the canyoned slit.
The color was excellent, and the photography was quite flattering to the two girls, who were lovely to begin with. Their skin glowed in the slightly diffused sunlight, and they moved upon one another with a becoming pace. Pam found herself strangely touched, not knowing why. She cupped Mr. Ford's balls in her hand and let the other hand drop between her own legs, where it found a twitchy, itchy, rather bitchy cunt waiting. Pam took a deep swallow of dong and thrust a finger up her snatch.
She wasn't sure why this particular movie was affecting her so strongly, but she knew that it certainly was. There was something quite beautiful about the lesbian cunnilingus the two girls were performing, about the interlocking patterns of the two lovely female bodies. It was softness mounted upon softness and she found it almost irresistibly erotic.
I wonder what it would be like? Pamela thought, still wolfing pecker. She had a busy finger in her snatch and a hard dick in her mouth, but her eyes kept returning to the screen and she found herself full of curiosity. How would it feel to slip her tongue into another cunt, to feel a feminine tongue nibbling its way up her own twat?
She'd never done anything like that in all her life; she'd never wanted to, for God's sake! Back home in DuBois, girls were too busy getting it on with boys to waste time fucking around with other girls. She'd not had a really close girlfriend since, oh, hell, since junior high, at the latest. But now, she found herself growing quite interested, and as she delved in her nookie with a stiff quivering finger she could close her eyes and pretend, almost that she was one of the women up there on the movie screen, that an alien female hand was caressing her cunt. But how about her part of the action? Shouldn't she be eating or doing something? Pamela tried to guess how a cunt might taste, but it was hard to fantasize orally when her mouth was full of a large, throbbing rod that drew nearer to gushing each time she suctioned it.
Cut again to the black man she'd noticed earlier.
He was still watching the girls, his face glistening in the sunlight, white teeth shining. One hand dropped to his crotch, and he rubbed until a lump filled out the front of his pants. He looked down at it, nodded, and moved out of the frame.
The next shot featured the naked bodies, one tanned, one lily white. A black hand entered the frame, came to rest upon the sandy-haired girl's back. "Hello, girls, need any help?" read a subtitle.
The girls came apart, looking up at the man, and the blonde's eyes were large in panic. But her friend was quite up to the occasion. Grinning broadly, she rose onto her knees and kissed the big hard lump in the man's pants. Then she unzipped him bid hauled forth an enormous, black tool, which she rubbed against her cheeks in a kind of ecstatic yearning.
"Care to join us?" she asked, looking up at him, indicating the picnic lunch spread out on the tablecloth and the naked bodies of herself and her blonde friend.
"Mmmm-hmmm," the man said, pulling off his pullover top. In another moment he was naked, in the pass, and the sandy-haired girl was planting herself atop him, guiding his hard black dick into her brunette-furred snatch.
"Aaaahhhh," she moaned as she plunged down burying his pecker in her hole. She fucked him with great agitation and energy for several moments, and then she arose, turning round to face away from him. He held his prick upright, and she took it home again, settling down with a pleased expression on her face. As she began to fuck, black hands came up to entrap her firm, tanned breasts, and black fingers began to squeeze passionately at her fat, thick nipples.
The blonde girl poured a glass of champagne and tipped the glass while the man drank the bubbly wine. When he was finished, she moved in and kissed him, her pink tongue licking the driblets of champagne from his lips. He captured her tongue and began to suck it. She pressed against him for a few moments, then retreated and offered him her small but perfect tits, first pouring champagne from the bottle across their small, pink-capped cones. He was as eager to suck her nipples as herd been to suck her tongue.