Unknown - Hit her harder!

Roberta Jean Richardson could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed upward and out of the way by her little man in the boat – and she knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before her love button would feel like it was going to explode from the internal pressure she was experiencing down there.

Roberta Jean could feel the little glands inside her hungry pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication – the juice designed to allow a man's cock to slide in and out with ease.

Roberta Jean could feel her pussy getting moist, and she correctly assumed that it was not going to stay moist for very long.

Roberta Jean knew that soon her pussy was going to be more than just moist – more than just damp. The blonde knew that soon her cunt was going to be soaking wet with her lesbian lust.

They entered the motel room.

It was plain but clean.

The bed was crisply made.

"Home sweet home," Roberta Jean Richardson exclaimed.

"Let's go to bed!" Bertha said eagerly, rubbing the palms of her hands together with her anxiousness.

"Let's get naked first," Roberta Jean said with a smile.

They undressed in a flurry. Clothes were strewn about the room.

They met, both as naked as the day they were born, at the foot of the bed and embraced. They pressed their tits together.

They pressed their loins together.

Their muffs.

Their lips.

Their tongues.

"I want to taste you, Roberta Jean, I want to taste your cunt," Bertha said. The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian could feel her mouth watering with her lesbianistic anticipation.

Roberta Jean got on her back on the bed. The blonde pulled both of the foam rubber pillows out from beneath the previously crisp covers. She placed the pillows on top of one another and then punched the top one with a tightly clenched right fist to make an indentation for the back of her head. Roberta Jean Richardson wanted her head to be propped up a little bit so that she would better be able to see what Bertha Klemmer was doing.

They kissed again.

Bertha sucked Roberta Jean's neck.

Bertha Klemmer sucked Roberta Jean's tits.

The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian kissed Roberta Jean's belly.

The heavily-tattooed and nail-tough bulldyke pushed her tongue right into Roberta Jean Richardson's bellybutton, and the blonde bombshell was pleased to discover, thrilled to discover, that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.

Roberta Jean Richardson's companion and best friend kissed at Roberta Jean Richardson's abdomen.

Her loins.

Her inner thighs.

The brown-haired and distinctly masculine woman crawled all the way down to the foot of the bed and began to kiss at Roberta Jean's feet. The baritone-voiced and muscular female began to suck at Roberta Jean Richardson's toes, first one at a time and then in groups of two and three. Roberta Jean was amazed that it didn't tickle. Only later did she figure out that it was impossible for her nervous system to be horny and ticklish simultaneously.

Bertha used her thick fingers to pull Roberta Jean's toes apart – two by two – so that she could flick the tip of her tongue back and forth in between them.

"I never knew that my feet were so sensitive!" the blonde said.

"I have ALWAYS had a foot fetish," Bertha Klemmer said.

"You dig feet?"

"Yeah."

"Dig my feet?"

"Oh, Roberta Jean, you have the sexiest feet I have ever seen."

"What do you think is so sexy about them?" Roberta Jean asked.

"It the toes," Bertha Klemmer said after a moment's thought.

"The toes?"

"They are so long!"

"The toenails?"

"No, no, no, no, the toes themselves," Bertha said.

Roberta Jean Richardson mused on this and then laughed.

"What's so funny?" Bertha asked.

"I just thought of something, something that happened a long time ago," Roberta Jean Richardson said.

"What?"

"Oh, it's silly."

"Tell me!"

"When I was a little girl I used to impress my mother, who was always drunk of course, by picking up pencils off the linoleum kitchen floor with my toes."

"I would have been impressed too, Roberta Jean," Bertha said.

Bertha kissed Roberta Jean's ankles.

Her shins.

Her calves.

Bertha Klemmer lifted Roberta Jean Richardson's legs, one at a time, so she could flick the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the hypersensitive and super-erogenous skin at the backs of the blonde bombshell's knees.

Roberta Jean could feel her pussy's natural lubrication gathering at the base of her pussy gash.

Roberta Jean Richardson could tell that soon her cunt's secretions were going to come spilling right out of her cunt.

The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell knew that soon her poontang was going to start drooling.

Soon, she knew, the juice was going to dip right over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her pussy and her tight puckered asshole.

The redheaded and large-breasted bar brawler knew that soon the crack of her ass itself was going to be wet and slippery with the secretions from her tunnel of lust.

The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman knew that soon she was going to start making a wet spot on the dark red and ridged bedspread beneath her ass.

The heavily-muscled and mean-tempered female could feel her pussy flesh starting to crawl around between her legs as if it had magically and suddenly developed a mind of its own.

Roberta Jean began to rub up and down Bertha's bare back with her feet as Bertha kissed and licked and nibbled with her teeth up and down the insides of Roberta Jean's thighs.

Roberta Jean had her knees up in the air. Her thighs were spread as far as she could get them. Roberta Jean had her thighs so far apart that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging in their muscles. Roberta Jean Richardson made a vain attempt at pointing her knees at opposite walls of the cheap roadside motel.

The blonde managed to get her knees opened past a ninety-degree angle, to an obtuse angle. The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell had her thighs parted so far that her cunt lips and her ass cheeks parted a little bit along with them.

Roberta Jean felt like opening and closing her thighs rapidly, so she could fan the flame in her crotch.

She would have, too, except she was afraid that she would forget herself and hurt Bertha's head in the vise.

"Ummmmm, I love the way your pussy smells," Bertha said.

"How does it smell?"

"Like fish. I love the smell of cunt in general, but…"

"But what?"

"I think you have the best smelling pussy I have ever smelled."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"I have a secret for you, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.

"What's that?"

"I have been told that I taste every bit as good as I smell."

"Wow."

Roberta Jean Richardson and Bertha Klemmer could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before the entire room reeked of the scent of the blonde's quivering quim.

Bertha kissed and licked and bit up and down the insides of Roberta Jean's finely tapered thighs, all the way from her bent knees to a pair of spots that were less than an inch away from the sides of her vulva.

Bertha allowed her mouth to come as close as she could possibly get to the outer lips of Roberta Jean's pussy without making direct contact with those hypersensitive mucous membranes. Bertha Klemmer could feel Roberta Jean Richardson's blonde pubis tickling her nose a little bit as she got closer and closer to the edges of the blonde's thoroughly engorged cunt. Bertha could see that Roberta Jean's pubic hairs were the same golden yellow color as the hair on her head.