Connie leaned back, breaking off the kiss but holding the close embrace. She inched between their bodies and undid the buttons of her blouse, folding one side of it back to bare her small, hard breast. She didn't have to look down to know that her nipple was standing up in supple erection, and she pushed Denise's head toward that nipple. The girl moved willingly, fitting her lips around the pap. Her technique was too overdone at first, the product of her nervous ambition, and she nursed Connie with loud smacking noises and fierce lip-tongue action.
"Oh, a little softer, please," Connie whispered, stroking Denise's lovely golden hair. She remembered how silky it had felt, the first time she touched it, and she wondered if a sexual attraction had lurked inside her since that day.
Her left breast ached from Denise's furious oral attentions, and Connie couldn't endure it another second. She flipped aside the other half of her blouse, pulled the mouth from her left tit and guided it to the matching right mammary. Denise's tongue left a wet trail across Connie's cleavage and up the slope of the fresh boob, and when she snatched the nipple between her teeth for some frenzied chewing, Connie's voice rose in a tight, breathy scream that shrilled back into her ears. Her head wobbled from side to side, and she caught a glimpse of Roger. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling as he watched the two women entwined atop the sheets. Would he only watch, or would he find himself driven to join them? she wondered.
Connie got out of her blouse while Denise kept sucking tit. The girl went on as if she were afraid to stop. If she'd never done this before, she was doing just fine for her first time out. If anything, she was a bit too wild and unrestrained, but Connie had no thought of asking her to tone it down. When the film was made their coupling in lesbian intercourse should be an exciting sight.
"Lie back," Connie commanded, prying Denise from the titty she suckled. Connie rose to her knees, sliding down her slacks and panties. As the garments dropped, revealing the fluffy brown fur of her bush, she felt Denise reach out to touch it with her fingers. The girl stroked the hair softly at first, her hand soon growing bold enough to comb through the curls and caress the flesh beneath. Two fingers located the tight pink mouth of Connie's curd and Connie sighed aloud, feeling her clitoris begin to stiffen inside her gash. She covered Denise's hand, crushing it upon her pubic mound, holding it there till enough moisture had oozed from her slit to coat the young girl's slim fingers, and then she spoke in a husky, breathy voice. "Lick your fingers," she suggested to Denise. "Find out whether you like the taste."
Denise's hand flew to her mouth. Her tongue stole out daintily to lap at the soft coating of dew, and Connie saw the girl's eyes brighten instantly. In a moment Denise had thrust her middle finger into her mouth, where she sucked it lustfully. How much of it was real, and how much was acting? Denise was a professional. Even if she found the taste unbearable she must have understood that her audition depended upon enthusiasm. Or was she that good an actress? There was one way to find out.
Connie lay down beside the girl, their heads pointing in opposite directions. She pushed at Denise's velvet-soft thighs, bidding the upper one to slide back and lay open the ravine of Denise's cunt. It was boldly revealed in the close-trimmed pubic fur, and not far away the red rim of Denise's asshole presented itself as well. Both twat and anus were attractive orifices, each of them a challenge to Connie's erotic imagination. As she eyed them she realized that Denise lay panting and ready beside her, apparently waiting for Connie to show her what direction the game should now take.
Connie blew warm breath across the girl's perineum, dividing her wind between cunt and asshole. Denise jiggled as the breath drifted across her intimate parts, and there was a little droplet of moisture gleaming among the folds of her puss. With it came a faint aroma of aroused femininity, tickling Connie's nostrils with its temptation.
She leaned in, tongue coming out as her head moved, and she licked away that bead of cuntal moisture. It tingled on the end of her tongue, forcing her to insert her member and dredge for more. Denise was no stranger to the sensation of being eaten. She reached down with one hand, aiding Connie in the task of parting her labial flanges, and the scarlet, rubbery surface of her vulva sprang into Connie's field of vision. Among those folds of soft, delicate flesh lurked a love button not yet in erection, and Connie made the search for Denise's clit number one on her list of priorities. Her tongue strode in confidently, sifting through the vibrating contours of Denise's cunt, and the clitoris she sought seemed to pop out at once, its tip seeking Connie's tongue as eagerly as her tongue searched for it.
Connie kissed the clit first, smacking her lips upon its supple erection, and she made the bed jiggle as she moved her loins closer to Denise's face. She could feel the heat and arousal of her cunt, she knew that Denise was smelling it in all its musky glory, and she made sure that Denise learned by first-hand experience how sweet that female musk could really be. Connie jammed her crotch against Denise's face, throwing her leg across the girl's head, trapping the blonde actress in a strong thigh grip. Denise could keep sniffing and puffing, or she could begin to eat as she was being eaten. There were no other choices open to her.
She chose to eat. Her tongue was as vigorous and wild as it had been upon Connie's nipples, and she used her hands to claw at Connie's ass, in an effort to smother her face in that swampy fur pie.
Connie's thigh was an iron grip on her head but Denise didn't resist the pressure. Indeed, she seemed to revel in it, thrusting her face so closely it might have been her desire to stuff her head up Connie's vaginal tract. Whatever Denise's thoughts or intentions, she was taking to pussy-eating the way a politician takes to graft.
Connie extracted her tongue from Denise's sucking tunnel, letting its wet tip slide around and around the vulva before departing altogether. She stroked her way over Denise's perineum, that sensitive fleshy divider between pussy and anus, and Denise squirmed with each wicked rotation of Connie's tongue.
Spreading wide the cushiony swells of the girl's buttocks, Connie made her tongue a spear point on the ring of Denise's asshole itself. She licked till the anal opening dripped with spit, then used her little finger's tip like a drill bit on the hole before zipping in once more for some additional licking.
As she varied her attack, Connie could feel Denise following her lead. The girl was responding, trying to do for Connie what was being done to and for her, and of course she operated on a slightly delayed basis. By the time Connie felt Denise's tongue spurring at her asshole she had already returned her oral attentions to the blonde girl's cuntal pit.
Still, Denise was doing just fine, if this was indeed her first lesbian experience. To gauge by the intensity of her responses it probably wouldn't be her last. No more than it would be Connie's.
Denise's clit was swollen tremendously now, sticking up like a thumb. Connie used her lips and tongue and teeth, and Denise throbbed when she was kissed or licked, moaned deliriously when she was suckled, and screamed and chewed when she was bitten ever so gently on the clit. Of the three reactions Connie preferred the latter, because it was her own cunt that was screamed into or nibbled on, and so she devoted most of her attention to the careful brand of clit biting that Roger had been the first to demonstrate to her.
Something touched her mouth, something hot and hard beyond belief. Connie opened her eyes. It was Roger's cock. He was trying to shove himself into Denise while Connie licked the blonde actress' gash.