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The Mayfields and the Elledges arrived later in the afternoon that day. They had brought the converted bus Grandad Elledge had bought a few years ago. It was a service bus that he had removed the last four rows of seats from, to allow them space to carry other things in the back. The last four seats, at the rear, would lay all the way down making beds to sleep in. There were also hooks, 4 on each side to hang hammocks on, if it was preferred. It was ample for most of the things, as there was almost 12 feet of cargo space to the rear. Grandad had laughed as he worked on it. He had observed that if he and Granny had had this while he was still in the Army, they would have driven the wheels off the 3 times they were in Europe. They HAD had a Volkswagen bus. Both of them had fallen in love with the little, square box vehicle. He had bought it for $750 when he arrived, and sold it for $600, 3 years later. The only reason he hadn't brought it home was it wasn't built with American safety standards. He had sold it to his replacement Sergeant Major, for HIS family.
The gang had rushed out to greet them upon their arrival. Bruce had introduced each of them as they stood outside the gate to the yard. They had all felt an immediate kinship with Bruce's family. His Father and Mother, Chris and Nola, were just a little younger than the Breens and the Campbells elders. Almost the same as Pete and Doris. They had immediately started talking about the hunting in the area. All of them lived to hunt. Nothing was ever wasted. Granny Elledge and Nola were expert at tanning the deer hides to perfection. It was as soft and supple, when they finished as any suede you could find. Granny had learned from HER Grandmother how to cure them almost perfectly white, to make ceremonial garb. Her dresses were highly prized among the ladies, and her coats/jackets as highly prized among the men.
Grandad Elledge belied his former life as a retired Division Sergeant Major, with a cutting since of humor. He loved making people laugh. His favorite method was to portray himself as the old western movie Indian. He listened to the men discussing guns for their hunting, and quipped, "UGH!!! Paleface not know how go hunt good. He use bang stick. Bow and arrow only good way hunt! No scareum other a****l." He kept the stern look on his face until the others started laughing, then broke into laughter his own self. Granny poked him in the back, and told him, "That's enough o' your bull crap, Sitting On Ass. Talk like ya got a brain in yer head." This made the laughter even louder. Liz kissed her on the cheek. "Looks like we BOTH married clowns, Dear. Gotta love 'em, though."
Bruce, Billy, and Rick took the array of luggage up to the rooms that Cathy had given for their stay. She wasn't sure what to expect from Bruce's sister, but ALL had been surprised at her amazing beauty. She was, by ANY standard, BREATHTAKING!!! She was a hair taller than any of the other women, admitting that she was a half inch shy of 6 feet, and had straight, coal black hair to her waist, tied, for now, in a long braid. She had the most beautiful figure any could imagine, and tan complexion of a person who lived for the outdoors. Her eyes were very slightly slewed, and such a dark brown as to, at first glance, appear black. Her nose was straight, and perfectly formed, and her lips were a perfect cupids bow, and a delicious, rosy pink. She looked like she was begging to be kissed, which was, as a matter of fact, near her true nature. She was wildly romantic with family and close friends, loving to hold them close, and loving to be held. She greeted Bruce with a long, sweet kiss on his lips, tears of joy flowing from seeing her brother after so long. She admitted freely to their closeness. Cathy had guessed, correctly, that she would weigh probably 115 to 120 pounds. She told Cathy later that evening that she weighed in at 116, and had studied ballet, receiving offers to join several companies, but refusing to return to her rural background. She had come to hate the bustle and deceit of city life. Their hometown had less than 3000 residents. Granny was teaching her the old ways to live, and she loved it with all her heart.
They went in and got settled into their rooms, and came down to eat supper. Granny Elledge was the first to broach the subject. She looked over at her grandson and asked, "What about this booger problem ya told us about? Where didja see 'im last. How didja know it was a booger, and not a catamount?" She explained that a catamount was a mountain lion, or as most called them, a puma. Bruce explained that HE hadn't seen it, YET, but that SUE had. They had seen territorial markers, and heard its scream. Sue excused herself, and went up and retrieved the tape recorder, and played the sound they had heard the other night.
Granny had listened several times, and agreed with them that it was a "booger," and that the scream was a challenge. That meant that there were, almost certainly more than just the one. She had gone into great detail, relating the circumstances of her sighting that night, and how she thought it had been a black man looking at her, until he had left without a sound, and described the area as overgrown with thorn bushes and brambles, that she had NEVER seen a person negotiate. It was entirely too thick.
Granny had listened carefully, asking questions here and there. She finally nodded. "Yep. Ya gotta a booger tryin' ta take over. Ya did the right thing ta tear down their markers. They're just like some city folks, ya give 'em an inch, an' they try ta take a mile. Can ya take me ta see the place ya saw 'im that night? They agreed to show her in the morning. The dishes were cleared and cleaned up. In a way, surprisingly, Esmerelda, or as she was called, Essie, and the grandmothers jumped in and helped to clean the supper dishes, and kitchen. Cathy saw Essie was studying her in minute detail, and offered anything she wanted to know about her. Essie hugged her, and returned the sentiment. They were well on the way to a very close friendship. After the tasks at hand were finished, Essie and Cathy went out on the front porch to visit, and get to know each other much better. Both were surprised at the openness of the other. Before long they had got to a point where each knew that the other was being totally honest with her.
Essie asked her about the closeness that she was seeing among the family, and told her that Bruce and her had talked several times since he had been visiting. He had mentioned that they were as close as their own family. She had related about how her an Bruce had shared a room all their lives, discovering each others bodies, and learning to make a partner happy. Cathy related about the first date her and Billy had gone on, and how he had graciously accepted her gift of her virginity. Essie had smiled, and told her that she had given HER virginity to BRUCE. Granny had taught her, against the time it would be needed, how to keep from getting pregnant, and had gathered the herbs needed to help her. She had done as her Granny had taught her, and it had been then that they achieved the closeness, and intimacy, that they both so enjoyed. She had told her Mom the next day, and her Mom had simply asked if they had enjoyed themselves. Dad had smiled, and admitted that he wondered when it was going to happen. He recognized their closeness, and knew it would happen sooner or later. He and Mom had sat them down and explained the need for discretion, and watched them have sex, offering them suggestions for pleasing each other even more. Finally Mom and Bruce had made love together, with Mom coaching Bruce, and her and her Dad had made love, with her Dad coaching HER. Nobody had held back, and both parents had received the fullest measure, with her Mom letting Bruce cum inside her, and her Dad coming in HER, as well. They thought nothing about any of them enjoying a night with the other. Her Dad and her made love often, and Bruce and their Mom had done the same.
Cathy told her about HER discoveries, with the rest of HER family. She had admitted that ALL of the men in the house, had had her at least a few times. She also admitted that her first time with Bruce had been better than she could have imagined. She also admitted that she looked forward to having Bruce fuck her as often as possible. She mentioned, several times, that the women in all the families seldom wore anything at home. Clara wore her panties, but they were see through, so nothing was out of sight. Essie studied Cathy's face as she described their affinity for nudity, and asked, "So, if we come down in the morning, naked, nobody will think we are strange?" Cathy assured her that it was par for the course. Essie looked relieved. "GOOD!!! WE ALL HATE CLOTHES!!! We only wear what the weather dictates, in the cooler months." Cathy laughed at her response. "Just be prepared to get felt up a bit, Sweetie. Especially you and your Mom. You two are so beautiful, the guys won't be able to keep their hands off of ya." Essie smiled at her. ""They can feel anything they want, as long as they agree that we want to get laid when we get felt up. We get turned on so easy. Ya know that Granny and Grandma ain't half bad, their own selves. They don't like saying "NO" either. They talked about getting the "new blood" on the way up here. Granny said she wished she looked half as good as she did when she was in her 30's and 40's, so she could get laid like she did back then. Grandad told her that she never had a problem, even in her 50's. We all got a laugh from the way they carry on. Your Dad has been getting the eye from Grandma all evening, if ya ain't noticed. By the way, Hon. We ALL love ta go skinny dippin'." Wait'll the ladies get a load of my Dad, in the raw. He's quite a figger of a man, an' has 11 inches ta offer a gal." Cathy almost drooled at this news. "If that's the case, I can't wait for him to bury his bone in ME!!!"
Essie leaned over and kissed Cathy on the lips, taking one breast in her hand, and squeezing gently. "How do ya feel about time with other girls?" Cathy had notice that Essie had not had a bra on, earlier, under her sweater. She ran her hand up under Essie's sweater, and squeezed HER breast. "NICE!!! I love time with other ladies, when they are willing. May I see 'em?" Essie unfastened the buttons, and shrugged the sweater off. They were GORGEOUS, as she had expected. They were, perhaps, a tiny bit larger than Carol's or Sharon's, but equally shaped and perky. There was absolutely no sagging to them. A pencil test would be passed with flying colors. They were the same tanned hue as the visible skin on her, with darker brown areola, and lovely nipples, that were standing at attention, fully extended. Cathy moved to kneel between her knees, and sucked each of them hungrily. Essie pulled her face closer, and whispered, "Feel my pussy. I'm soaking wet." Cathy released her nipple, and told her, "Nobody will bother us. Take off your clothes." She stood up and removed her own shorts and T-shirt, to stand naked in front of Essie. Essie stood and removed her own shorts to be naked, as well. Cathy stuck her hand inside the screen door to turn off the porch light. The full moon gave them all the light they wanted, or needed. Cathy led her down to the chaise on the end of the porch. She pulled the cushion off and laid it in the floor for them. They sank to their knees, kissing with open mouths, their tongues fighting a battle with no winner, or loser.
Their hands roamed freely about the other woman's bodies. Both discovered the silky softness of her partner, and enjoyed the feelings they shared. Cathy stretched Essie out on the pad, kissing the length of her body down and back, several times, finally coming to a stop near the juncture of Essie's legs. Essie had pulled her legs up, in anticipation, and was rewarded by the feeling of Cathy's tongue resuming the exploration of her body. Her breathe quivered as she felt Cathy's tongue search, and find the opening of her vagina, and, a little later, her clitoris. It rose to see who was disturbing its slumber, and throbbed its pleasure with each beat of Essie's heart. As Cathy's tongue invaded her inner sanctum, she hissed her pleasure at the way Cathy lapped her juices, savoring the taste and texture of the fluid. She was dancing as Cathy delved even deeper within her supple body. Her legs raised higher and wider, to allow the smaller woman access to her shaking body. She tried, in vain, to remain as silent as possible, but her assailant would have nothing of it. Her Mons was an open story, and Cathy was ready to exploit it to the fullest. It wasn't as puffy as many she had seen, even her own, which was the smallest of all the ladies, but it was unbelievably soft, and had much less hair than most of the ladies she had seen. Her pussy had about the same amount of hair as her own. Misti was the only one of the women to have less hair, naturally, on her pussy, than her.
Cathy was sprawled out between Essie's legs, and was eating her like she hadn't done in a long while. She had the most delicious flavor to her. It was, to her, comparable to any other woman she had been with. It was a fresh taste, but, slightly saline, and smelled like a warm spring day. This was a perfect reward to those connisseurs of eating a girl's pussy. it was the ultimate reward. She ate her until she got a groan that was louder than the others. She tongue fucked the tall lady unmercifully, making her bounce with all her might under her attention. Suddenly she was still. Cathy raised to look at her face, Her eyes were open and she was smiling. She had fainted from the exertion. Cathy massaged her thighs, and dipped a manicured finger into her vagina, then two, and finally, three. Her pussy contracted as they entered her body. She sighed, and pulled Cathy up to kiss her on the lips, delving her tongue into Cathy's mouth and holding her tight to her bosom.
She rolled Cathy to HER back and started her own exploration. She kissed Cathy, as Cathy had kissed her, covering her in kisses, and whispering to her. "We must be sisters in our souls. That is the only way you and I could give each other so much pleasure." She kissed Cathy's neck and sucked at her earlobes, nipping delicately at the flesh with tiny love bites. She kissed Cathy's breasts, and sucked her nipples, until Cathy felt her groin begin to tingle with anticipation. She kissed and licked Cathy's tummy, making the muscles quiver and shake. She went down further kissing the crease where her abdomen and thighs joined, and followed the line to the juncture of her legs. She gently parted Cathy's legs and kissed the top portion of Cathy's Mons pubis, capturing the sparse strands of hair and pulling them gently with her teeth. Cathy's legs opened, unbidden, to reveal the full beauty of her womanhood. Her Mons was only a tiny bit larger than her own. She secretly envied the girls who had the larger, softer, Mons than her own. She heard the boys talk about the girls who had a "fat" pussy, and how soft they were. Nobody, though, had ever complained about her.
Most had told their friends about what a good fuck she was, so she MUST be doing something right. They would have been surprised, and probably shocked, to know that her best lover shared her bed EVERY NIGHT!!! NONE of them were half as good to her as Bruce. He could turn her into a quivering mass of jello any time he wanted. She sprawled out, as Cathy had, to gain the needed access to Cathy's private parts. She licked from her ass to the top of her Mons, spreading the twin globes apart with her tongue. She enjoyed feeling Cathy's body jump and jerk as she licked across her clitoris. She decided that she wanted to repay Cathy's expertise with a sample of her own. She spread Cathy's pussy, licking her inner lips, and making HER groan in pleasure. She maneuvered her tongue inside the vaginal opening, and plunged her, what she had been told, was a VERY long tongue, inside her pussy. She took her time to tongue fuck her for a VERY long time, causing her to jump and squeal, at nearly every stroke. She was also making sure that her tongue kept contact with her clitoris at all times, so she was being assailed both ways. Inside and out. Cathy had used, apparently, strawberry flavored douche, sometime recently. Her pussy smelled, and tasted, of fresh strawberries. She enjoyed the taste and the tightness of her pussy, Her pussy was contracting repeatedly, on her tongue. Cathy was whimpering softly, and clutching the back of her head to draw her closer. She had planted her feet flat on the floor, and was humping into her face at the same time. Suddenly, she groaned and whimpered and rose to release her latest orgasm. A tiny stream of fluid seeped out of Cathy's pussy, making a small puddle under her butt. Essie smiled and kissed her on the belly button. Cathy was the first girl that she had made squirt by eating her pussy. She was satisfied that she had made her newfound friend happy. She raised up to kiss Cathy on the lips, and Cathy had wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her as hard as she had EVER been kissed. Cathy looked deep into her eyes, and whispered, "That was the best I've EVER had. THANK YOU!!! I KNOW we'll be the best for each other each of us could hope to find. I'll DREAM about THIS night. I LOVE YOU!!!"
They leisurely redressed, and sat on the stoop, holding each other, and glorying in the feel of each other. They kissed as lovers do, and smiled at each other. There was a closeness between them as neither had EVER felt for another woman.
The gang had rushed out to greet them upon their arrival. Bruce had introduced each of them as they stood outside the gate to the yard. They had all felt an immediate kinship with Bruce's family. His Father and Mother, Chris and Nola, were just a little younger than the Breens and the Campbells elders. Almost the same as Pete and Doris. They had immediately started talking about the hunting in the area. All of them lived to hunt. Nothing was ever wasted. Granny Elledge and Nola were expert at tanning the deer hides to perfection. It was as soft and supple, when they finished as any suede you could find. Granny had learned from HER Grandmother how to cure them almost perfectly white, to make ceremonial garb. Her dresses were highly prized among the ladies, and her coats/jackets as highly prized among the men.
Grandad Elledge belied his former life as a retired Division Sergeant Major, with a cutting since of humor. He loved making people laugh. His favorite method was to portray himself as the old western movie Indian. He listened to the men discussing guns for their hunting, and quipped, "UGH!!! Paleface not know how go hunt good. He use bang stick. Bow and arrow only good way hunt! No scareum other a****l." He kept the stern look on his face until the others started laughing, then broke into laughter his own self. Granny poked him in the back, and told him, "That's enough o' your bull crap, Sitting On Ass. Talk like ya got a brain in yer head." This made the laughter even louder. Liz kissed her on the cheek. "Looks like we BOTH married clowns, Dear. Gotta love 'em, though."
Bruce, Billy, and Rick took the array of luggage up to the rooms that Cathy had given for their stay. She wasn't sure what to expect from Bruce's sister, but ALL had been surprised at her amazing beauty. She was, by ANY standard, BREATHTAKING!!! She was a hair taller than any of the other women, admitting that she was a half inch shy of 6 feet, and had straight, coal black hair to her waist, tied, for now, in a long braid. She had the most beautiful figure any could imagine, and tan complexion of a person who lived for the outdoors. Her eyes were very slightly slewed, and such a dark brown as to, at first glance, appear black. Her nose was straight, and perfectly formed, and her lips were a perfect cupids bow, and a delicious, rosy pink. She looked like she was begging to be kissed, which was, as a matter of fact, near her true nature. She was wildly romantic with family and close friends, loving to hold them close, and loving to be held. She greeted Bruce with a long, sweet kiss on his lips, tears of joy flowing from seeing her brother after so long. She admitted freely to their closeness. Cathy had guessed, correctly, that she would weigh probably 115 to 120 pounds. She told Cathy later that evening that she weighed in at 116, and had studied ballet, receiving offers to join several companies, but refusing to return to her rural background. She had come to hate the bustle and deceit of city life. Their hometown had less than 3000 residents. Granny was teaching her the old ways to live, and she loved it with all her heart.
They went in and got settled into their rooms, and came down to eat supper. Granny Elledge was the first to broach the subject. She looked over at her grandson and asked, "What about this booger problem ya told us about? Where didja see 'im last. How didja know it was a booger, and not a catamount?" She explained that a catamount was a mountain lion, or as most called them, a puma. Bruce explained that HE hadn't seen it, YET, but that SUE had. They had seen territorial markers, and heard its scream. Sue excused herself, and went up and retrieved the tape recorder, and played the sound they had heard the other night.
Granny had listened several times, and agreed with them that it was a "booger," and that the scream was a challenge. That meant that there were, almost certainly more than just the one. She had gone into great detail, relating the circumstances of her sighting that night, and how she thought it had been a black man looking at her, until he had left without a sound, and described the area as overgrown with thorn bushes and brambles, that she had NEVER seen a person negotiate. It was entirely too thick.
Granny had listened carefully, asking questions here and there. She finally nodded. "Yep. Ya gotta a booger tryin' ta take over. Ya did the right thing ta tear down their markers. They're just like some city folks, ya give 'em an inch, an' they try ta take a mile. Can ya take me ta see the place ya saw 'im that night? They agreed to show her in the morning. The dishes were cleared and cleaned up. In a way, surprisingly, Esmerelda, or as she was called, Essie, and the grandmothers jumped in and helped to clean the supper dishes, and kitchen. Cathy saw Essie was studying her in minute detail, and offered anything she wanted to know about her. Essie hugged her, and returned the sentiment. They were well on the way to a very close friendship. After the tasks at hand were finished, Essie and Cathy went out on the front porch to visit, and get to know each other much better. Both were surprised at the openness of the other. Before long they had got to a point where each knew that the other was being totally honest with her.
Essie asked her about the closeness that she was seeing among the family, and told her that Bruce and her had talked several times since he had been visiting. He had mentioned that they were as close as their own family. She had related about how her an Bruce had shared a room all their lives, discovering each others bodies, and learning to make a partner happy. Cathy related about the first date her and Billy had gone on, and how he had graciously accepted her gift of her virginity. Essie had smiled, and told her that she had given HER virginity to BRUCE. Granny had taught her, against the time it would be needed, how to keep from getting pregnant, and had gathered the herbs needed to help her. She had done as her Granny had taught her, and it had been then that they achieved the closeness, and intimacy, that they both so enjoyed. She had told her Mom the next day, and her Mom had simply asked if they had enjoyed themselves. Dad had smiled, and admitted that he wondered when it was going to happen. He recognized their closeness, and knew it would happen sooner or later. He and Mom had sat them down and explained the need for discretion, and watched them have sex, offering them suggestions for pleasing each other even more. Finally Mom and Bruce had made love together, with Mom coaching Bruce, and her and her Dad had made love, with her Dad coaching HER. Nobody had held back, and both parents had received the fullest measure, with her Mom letting Bruce cum inside her, and her Dad coming in HER, as well. They thought nothing about any of them enjoying a night with the other. Her Dad and her made love often, and Bruce and their Mom had done the same.
Cathy told her about HER discoveries, with the rest of HER family. She had admitted that ALL of the men in the house, had had her at least a few times. She also admitted that her first time with Bruce had been better than she could have imagined. She also admitted that she looked forward to having Bruce fuck her as often as possible. She mentioned, several times, that the women in all the families seldom wore anything at home. Clara wore her panties, but they were see through, so nothing was out of sight. Essie studied Cathy's face as she described their affinity for nudity, and asked, "So, if we come down in the morning, naked, nobody will think we are strange?" Cathy assured her that it was par for the course. Essie looked relieved. "GOOD!!! WE ALL HATE CLOTHES!!! We only wear what the weather dictates, in the cooler months." Cathy laughed at her response. "Just be prepared to get felt up a bit, Sweetie. Especially you and your Mom. You two are so beautiful, the guys won't be able to keep their hands off of ya." Essie smiled at her. ""They can feel anything they want, as long as they agree that we want to get laid when we get felt up. We get turned on so easy. Ya know that Granny and Grandma ain't half bad, their own selves. They don't like saying "NO" either. They talked about getting the "new blood" on the way up here. Granny said she wished she looked half as good as she did when she was in her 30's and 40's, so she could get laid like she did back then. Grandad told her that she never had a problem, even in her 50's. We all got a laugh from the way they carry on. Your Dad has been getting the eye from Grandma all evening, if ya ain't noticed. By the way, Hon. We ALL love ta go skinny dippin'." Wait'll the ladies get a load of my Dad, in the raw. He's quite a figger of a man, an' has 11 inches ta offer a gal." Cathy almost drooled at this news. "If that's the case, I can't wait for him to bury his bone in ME!!!"
Essie leaned over and kissed Cathy on the lips, taking one breast in her hand, and squeezing gently. "How do ya feel about time with other girls?" Cathy had notice that Essie had not had a bra on, earlier, under her sweater. She ran her hand up under Essie's sweater, and squeezed HER breast. "NICE!!! I love time with other ladies, when they are willing. May I see 'em?" Essie unfastened the buttons, and shrugged the sweater off. They were GORGEOUS, as she had expected. They were, perhaps, a tiny bit larger than Carol's or Sharon's, but equally shaped and perky. There was absolutely no sagging to them. A pencil test would be passed with flying colors. They were the same tanned hue as the visible skin on her, with darker brown areola, and lovely nipples, that were standing at attention, fully extended. Cathy moved to kneel between her knees, and sucked each of them hungrily. Essie pulled her face closer, and whispered, "Feel my pussy. I'm soaking wet." Cathy released her nipple, and told her, "Nobody will bother us. Take off your clothes." She stood up and removed her own shorts and T-shirt, to stand naked in front of Essie. Essie stood and removed her own shorts to be naked, as well. Cathy stuck her hand inside the screen door to turn off the porch light. The full moon gave them all the light they wanted, or needed. Cathy led her down to the chaise on the end of the porch. She pulled the cushion off and laid it in the floor for them. They sank to their knees, kissing with open mouths, their tongues fighting a battle with no winner, or loser.
Their hands roamed freely about the other woman's bodies. Both discovered the silky softness of her partner, and enjoyed the feelings they shared. Cathy stretched Essie out on the pad, kissing the length of her body down and back, several times, finally coming to a stop near the juncture of Essie's legs. Essie had pulled her legs up, in anticipation, and was rewarded by the feeling of Cathy's tongue resuming the exploration of her body. Her breathe quivered as she felt Cathy's tongue search, and find the opening of her vagina, and, a little later, her clitoris. It rose to see who was disturbing its slumber, and throbbed its pleasure with each beat of Essie's heart. As Cathy's tongue invaded her inner sanctum, she hissed her pleasure at the way Cathy lapped her juices, savoring the taste and texture of the fluid. She was dancing as Cathy delved even deeper within her supple body. Her legs raised higher and wider, to allow the smaller woman access to her shaking body. She tried, in vain, to remain as silent as possible, but her assailant would have nothing of it. Her Mons was an open story, and Cathy was ready to exploit it to the fullest. It wasn't as puffy as many she had seen, even her own, which was the smallest of all the ladies, but it was unbelievably soft, and had much less hair than most of the ladies she had seen. Her pussy had about the same amount of hair as her own. Misti was the only one of the women to have less hair, naturally, on her pussy, than her.
Cathy was sprawled out between Essie's legs, and was eating her like she hadn't done in a long while. She had the most delicious flavor to her. It was, to her, comparable to any other woman she had been with. It was a fresh taste, but, slightly saline, and smelled like a warm spring day. This was a perfect reward to those connisseurs of eating a girl's pussy. it was the ultimate reward. She ate her until she got a groan that was louder than the others. She tongue fucked the tall lady unmercifully, making her bounce with all her might under her attention. Suddenly she was still. Cathy raised to look at her face, Her eyes were open and she was smiling. She had fainted from the exertion. Cathy massaged her thighs, and dipped a manicured finger into her vagina, then two, and finally, three. Her pussy contracted as they entered her body. She sighed, and pulled Cathy up to kiss her on the lips, delving her tongue into Cathy's mouth and holding her tight to her bosom.
She rolled Cathy to HER back and started her own exploration. She kissed Cathy, as Cathy had kissed her, covering her in kisses, and whispering to her. "We must be sisters in our souls. That is the only way you and I could give each other so much pleasure." She kissed Cathy's neck and sucked at her earlobes, nipping delicately at the flesh with tiny love bites. She kissed Cathy's breasts, and sucked her nipples, until Cathy felt her groin begin to tingle with anticipation. She kissed and licked Cathy's tummy, making the muscles quiver and shake. She went down further kissing the crease where her abdomen and thighs joined, and followed the line to the juncture of her legs. She gently parted Cathy's legs and kissed the top portion of Cathy's Mons pubis, capturing the sparse strands of hair and pulling them gently with her teeth. Cathy's legs opened, unbidden, to reveal the full beauty of her womanhood. Her Mons was only a tiny bit larger than her own. She secretly envied the girls who had the larger, softer, Mons than her own. She heard the boys talk about the girls who had a "fat" pussy, and how soft they were. Nobody, though, had ever complained about her.
Most had told their friends about what a good fuck she was, so she MUST be doing something right. They would have been surprised, and probably shocked, to know that her best lover shared her bed EVERY NIGHT!!! NONE of them were half as good to her as Bruce. He could turn her into a quivering mass of jello any time he wanted. She sprawled out, as Cathy had, to gain the needed access to Cathy's private parts. She licked from her ass to the top of her Mons, spreading the twin globes apart with her tongue. She enjoyed feeling Cathy's body jump and jerk as she licked across her clitoris. She decided that she wanted to repay Cathy's expertise with a sample of her own. She spread Cathy's pussy, licking her inner lips, and making HER groan in pleasure. She maneuvered her tongue inside the vaginal opening, and plunged her, what she had been told, was a VERY long tongue, inside her pussy. She took her time to tongue fuck her for a VERY long time, causing her to jump and squeal, at nearly every stroke. She was also making sure that her tongue kept contact with her clitoris at all times, so she was being assailed both ways. Inside and out. Cathy had used, apparently, strawberry flavored douche, sometime recently. Her pussy smelled, and tasted, of fresh strawberries. She enjoyed the taste and the tightness of her pussy, Her pussy was contracting repeatedly, on her tongue. Cathy was whimpering softly, and clutching the back of her head to draw her closer. She had planted her feet flat on the floor, and was humping into her face at the same time. Suddenly, she groaned and whimpered and rose to release her latest orgasm. A tiny stream of fluid seeped out of Cathy's pussy, making a small puddle under her butt. Essie smiled and kissed her on the belly button. Cathy was the first girl that she had made squirt by eating her pussy. She was satisfied that she had made her newfound friend happy. She raised up to kiss Cathy on the lips, and Cathy had wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her as hard as she had EVER been kissed. Cathy looked deep into her eyes, and whispered, "That was the best I've EVER had. THANK YOU!!! I KNOW we'll be the best for each other each of us could hope to find. I'll DREAM about THIS night. I LOVE YOU!!!"
They leisurely redressed, and sat on the stoop, holding each other, and glorying in the feel of each other. They kissed as lovers do, and smiled at each other. There was a closeness between them as neither had EVER felt for another woman.
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