Veronica King - Brenda_s last fling

"I should have brought us in here in the first place, but one always tries to do the right thing, I suppose," she said, sighing in a mock fashion. "It's always polite to have a drink first, isn't it? Shit!"

The room was little more than a large closet, containing tripods, extra lenses and shutters and a couple of broken benches and background murals. There was a chaise lounge pad in a corner with a blanket over it. Brenda wondered how many girls Sonya brought back here – or how many tricks the boy had enjoyed in this tiny room.

"Now," said Sonya, smiling brightly arid unbuttoning the plum-colored blouse. "We'll give Teddy his no-no signal." She knocked on the door, a complicated tattoo that reminded Brenda of a sorority initiation secret. From within the shop, they heard the boy's laugh and his voice calling out, "Okay, I read you!"

Sonya stood with her long slender legs spread wide, her deft fingers working quickly over the line of tiny pearl buttons on the bell sleeves she wore.

"We mustn't shock Teddy. He's never seen a naked woman before; he'd have a stroke if he saw two wouldn't he?"

Brenda could not take her eves off the body that was being slowly revealed to her. First the blouse with its seeming hundreds of buttons, then the tight knickers. Sonya stood in flesh-colored bikini pants and a scrap of lace that was her bra, both lighter than her honied skin. Under the near-transparent pants Brenda saw a dark swatch of hair, like a black G-string under the creamy lace. She tossed the bra aside, exposing small, firm breasts with tiny nipples, almost like a little girl's. They quivered and fell forward as she bent to shuck off the narrow pants.

Brenda trembled as she saw the thick bush of crotch hair and the dark pink lips that poked through it, open and moist with desire. Sonya saw the direction of her eyes and stood proudly, letting her have her fill. Her hands rested lightly on her hips as her legs parted enticingly. She thrust her crotch forward and revolved her hips in a circle, slow and lazy yet full of tireless passion.

Brenda tore off her clothes until she stood naked a few feet from the tall, dark temptress. How different they were, one so dark and the other so white and pink.

Sonya drew close, passing her hand in a curving caress about Brenda's rounded ass as she reached for the mattress and blanket. The touch burned with only a hint of what was to come. They sank to the floor and molded their bodies together in a twisting knot of arms and legs and soft bellies.

"Let me," Brenda gasped. "I want to eat you."

She had to do it, she had to! Never had she seen anything so succulent as that pink slit surrounded by all that curly black hair. What had happened to her! It should have repelled her but instead her mouth watered for pussy. I'm changed now… different… I'm Ginny now.

She lay on her back as Sonya knelt over her face, leaning forward on all fours as she thrust her swollen brunette mound into Brenda's mouth. Brenda's arms curved around the lithe thighs and her tongue shot out, aiming for the slit.

It was delicious! Like nothing she ever expected! It opened like a flower slickened with dew and drenched her tongue with its fresh, salty tang. In an unbelieving ecstasy, she reached back and squeezed Sonya's trim cheeks and drew her closer, until her lips flattened against the fragrant cunt.

Sonya shrieked in delight and jabbed her hips forward, rubbing her pussy hard against Brenda's face. The coarse black hair burned her mouth but it was a heavenly torture.

"God, you lick so gooood! Oh, yes! Do it like that, just like that!"

The self-possessed cool of the slim dark girl vanished as vixen lust took over. She threw back her head and tossed it to and fro, the mahogany hair whipping about her face. Her thighs trembled in the vise of Brenda's arms as she gave herself up to the noisily slurping tongue.

Brenda gasped for breath and dove in once again to the coral folds of the sweet pussy in her mouth. Her mind swam with a hundred fragments of this new and delightful knowledge. This was just like her – she had one, too, yet what a discovery it was! She thought of all the times men had gone down on her and realized with proud joy that this is what she had given them. How wet it was. So many secret folds… how many? It felt like dozens, and all of them led up to the hard little clitoris. She licked in a circle over it, prodding it with the tip of her tongue until Sonya's hips jerked in automatic response.

"There! Right there… Ooooooooommmmmmmm. God! God! You're making me get it! Uuuuummmmm, God, am I getting it!"

Sonya's hand grappled for Brenda's, drawing it under her body.

"Go inside me while I come! Hurry!"

Brenda found the entrance to her cunt and jammed her fingers against it, striking a sling of muscles that locked for a moment, then opened in sucking eagerness, grabbing at her fingers like a hungry mouth. She shoved two in, as deeply as she could, scissoring them inside the cunt tunnel until Sonya grunted and strained in delight.

"Oh, now! Now!"

The torso that straddled Brenda began to snap and heave like a whip. For a second it was almost frightening to see what she was doing to this svelte, sculptured body as the climax wracked it in the dizzy, heady aroma of salt and femaleness Brenda thought. She's like a bitch in season… and so am I, so are all women. She had never been aware of a woman's passion like this. This was herself, sameness, a mirror image of her own capacity for lust.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, I'm cuming! Fuck my cunt, fuck it hard!"

Brenda's arm came up under the spread thighs in a massive thrust, sending her fingers hard against the flesh of the cervix at the very top of the swollen vagina. Something happened in there, something that felt like a sudden spring shower. The pussy walls fluttered and pounded out the rhythms of sex as Brenda's fingers rammed in and out.

Sonya, her eyes closed, wove dizzily over her and then rolled in a tired heap across her body, still trembling and rubbing her legs weakly against Brenda's.

"God, you're good," she murmured. "You really know what to do with these little things, don't you?" She brushed a hand over Brenda's cunt.

Brenda's ready slit ached at the touch. "I… I never did this before. With a girl I never did."

Sonya rose up on an elbow and searched her face, her mouth quirking in amusement.

"Oh, come on."

"Really. You've got to believe me."

The brushstroke eyebrows rose inquiringly. "Well… I suppose I have to, don't I? Let's say, then, that you're a quick student."

No, it's just that I learned from Ginny, "Why…" she began haltingly, "What made you… spray like that inside? I never knew…"

She was interrupted by Sonya's earthy laugh. "Now I really do believe you. That's always the big surprise the first time you have your hand inside a girl. We cream ourselves, too, just like men. It's a shock the first time, I know. But a nice shock."

Brenda smiled slowly. "Have you ever slept with a man?"

"Hah! Now I'm two hundred percent convinced about you. Only new recruits ask that. Of course I've slept with men. I enjoyed it physically, but I prefer women for a lot of reasons. Namely, I just plain like them and respect them more than I do men." Her voice lowered to the old sultry note. "Enough talking. Now for some action. I'm recovered."

Brenda spread her legs eagerly and wrapped them about Sonya's slender warmth. Her golden thatch touched Sonya's face as the brunette rubbed her mouth sinuously over the dense growth of hair.

Suddenly the long pink tongue shot out and bisected the downy cunt lips. Sonya emitted a low growl of pleasure and reached around the tops of the milky thighs to spread the hot pussy wide, holding back the hairy lips while her mouth sank into the glistening folds. The tips of her thumbs pulled the wet vulva apart until it was flattened into a gaping, lust-tormented crevice.