Jason Cannon - The starlet_s sucking lips

Sandra forced her finger into Kit's asshole, wanting to turn the girl on all the more. Kit cried out, almost ready to spill her juices into Sandra's mouth. The other girl could hardly wait for it to happen. She had worked hard to seduce the beautiful younger girl, and soon she would receive the rich reward.

Kit pressed herself close to Sandra again, shooting her tongue deeper into the older girl's pussy. She was creaming heavily and now she was learning how to turn a woman on, how to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage. It had felt strange at first but now seemed the mast natural thing in the world, something she should have done years earlier.

Sandra had slowed down the pace of her caresses somewhat but Kit was aroused now, no longer able to control her reactions. Soon she would be ready to fill the girl's mouth with cunt-cream.

Her body started to react at that point, bucking back and forth, making it difficult for Sandra to keep her tongue inside the madly vibrating pussy. Yes, Kit was really passionate, Sandra thought. It was no wonder that both men found her so irresistible.

"Oh, my God… it's happening… I'm coming! I'm coming!" Kit cried out, her body writhing and convulsing, raising her ass completely off the bed.

"Let it happen, baby give it to me… cream in my mouth!" Sandra urged as the river of sweet pussy-juice poured into her hungry mouth.

Kit squirmed and twisted on the bed but Sandra's expert tongue continued to drive her wild, fucking in and out with ever-increasing speed. She was feeling all sorts of new things inside her lovely body, one spasm of lust following another until she thought she was going to pass out.

On and on the streaming juice flowed, with Sandra eagerly lapping and swallowing the delicious honey in long, slurping gulps, until it overflowed her mouth and trickled down her chin, onto her heaving tits.

Slowly Kit's passion began to abate, and, heaving a long sigh of release, she foil back onto the pillows, knowing that no man had ever been able to eat her pussy out that well, not by a long shot.

"Was it good, lover?" Sandra cooed, reaching down to her own unfulfilled pussy, and ramming three fingers deep inside her seething hole.

"For me, fantastic," Kit moaned softly. "But, now, it's your turn."

She eased her tongue back into Sandra's hungry cunt. The whole experience would be a waste unless she could turn Sandra on equally well, give the girl her reward.

Sandra gasped, savoring the aftertaste of her lover's cunt-cream. The girl was eating her out again, not expertly, but with great feeling and devotion.

Already her passion was beginning to mount again and she knew that it would not take much more effort for Kit to bring her over the edge.

Even now the girl's tongue was driving her crazy with desire, shooting in and out of her pussy tirelessly, not resting for a second. She was getting better with every flick of her talented tongue, an apt pupil, Sandra thought to herself.

Then she could hold back no longer. The girl's tongue was up inside her cunt as far as it could go now. Kit doubled her efforts, fucking her pink tongue like a serpent in and out of Sandra's clasping pussy, burying her nose hard into her sensitive cunt, bringing moans and gasps of joy from the lovely girl's lips.

She shot her tongue in once more and felt the woman starting to come.

"Oh shit, lover… I'm there! I'm coming like a fucking dam bursting!" Sandra wailed as an ocean of pussy-cum flooded Kit's sucking mouth.

She swallowed furiously, savoring every drop without hesitation, wanting to give her female lover all the ecstasy she had given Kit. Sandra had shown her the way and she was eager to show her gratitude.

It was over in a few minutes, the two girls lying in each other's arms, each nursing her own thoughts. Sandra was worried that Kit might have second thoughts about what she had done, but Kit was smiling up at her, showing that she had loved the whole experience and would soon be ready for more.

"I got the part!" Kit shrieked, hanging up the phone and shaking Terri by the shoulders. "I report to Galaxy Studios Monday morning at 6 o'clock!"

"And who says it doesn't pay to sleep with the producer!" Terri replied, laughing and giving Kit a hug. "What kind of a part is it, anyway?"

"Well, it's a western, and I play one of the dance-hall girls in a saloon, and I fall in love with Lance Westwood, the leading man, only he doesn't love me, he loves the school librarian, and in the end I die saving his life, and…"

"All right, already… I'll go see the movie!" Terri interrupted, moving to the bar and dropping ice into two glasses. "This calls for a drink!"

"It calls for more than that! Let's really celebrate. Call up Cliff Richards and tell him he's taking us put for a night on the town!"

Cliff was more than happy to squire two gorgeous girls out for an evening, particularly these two, who had fucked him so totally and expertly for an entire weekend on the boat. And, after the evening he had in mind, he was sure he'd get more of the same.

Cliff escorted them to the most, lavish restaurant in town. They laughed, ate, and drank champagne. Heads turned all around them and the buzz of convention in the restaurant centered on their fascinating beauty, which included all three of them. One couple ventured up to their table, just as they were getting ready to leave, to ask for Cliff's autograph.

He signed a napkin with a great flourish, and then turned to the girls. "Let's get out of here. There's some place very special I want to take you next."

His sleek white Jag pulled to a stop in front of a low, secluded building. The words "Club Carom" were printed in elaborate script on the awning. "Get ready, ladies, for the wildest experience of you life," Cliff murmured as he opened the car door and helped Terri out.

Once through the beautifully carved front door, the girls were amazed to be thrust into what appeared to be an enormous casino, complete with roulette tables, craps, any conceivable game of chance. The place was packed with people, laughing, drinking, waving large bills to exchange for chips at the croupier.

"I didn't know gambling casinos were legal in California," Kit whispered.

"They aren't," Cliff said with a secretive grin. "But this place is very discreet. Very. But this isn't why I brought you here. The real show is on the third floor. This way."

He led them down a dark hallway and up a wide, marble stairway to the third floor. While they were walking, Cliff explained that the club was a very private, exclusive one. It was conceived as a place where very wealthy, and bored individuals could come for both business and pleasure. Here one could lose all social inhibitions. Gambling was the staple of the main floor, the second floor was the club room, the bar, and the offices, and on the third floor were the shows.

"What kind of shows?" Terri asked.

"You'll see," Cliff replied. "You'll see."

At the top of the staircase, they were met by a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman in a tuxedo, who stood in front of massive red velvet draperies.

"Good evening, Mr. Richards," the gentleman said. "I hope you and your party enjoy the show." With a slight bow, he parted the curtains, ushering them into the room.

Kit stifled a gasp. The entire room was an ethereal setting of water beds, lounging bodies, and a raised center stage full of cushions. Psychedelic lights played across the room, giving everything in it an other-worldly quality.

They looked around the room at the eight or ten girls serving drinks. Three-foot headdresses topped their Amazon heights. Buttocks and boobies squeezed and, on occasion, popped from the skimpy, too-tight costumes made of thin material that revealed almost all to the viewer. One of these Amazons strode up to Cliff and, with a gesture to follow her, led the three of them to a secluded corner. Their "booth" looked more like an Arabian night's tent, complete with pulled-back curtains at the sides, pillows all over the floor, and water pipes on low tables.