Elizabeth Watson - The doggie doctor

Her cry was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted once again to rise, to leave that bed. She just couldn't stand any more. What would Daddy think… and Mommy! No! She couldn't stay! "Noooo!"

"Hush, darling," Carrie whispered. "Let me show you something you've been missing…"

The brunette turned to the coed, clamping her body to Mimi's, her full generously proportioned breasts mashed tight to the younger girl's naked sensitive breasts, her salacious mouth seeking and finding the make-up free mouth, pressing against her lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue sliding out, slowly, gradually, to twirl in sensuous circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity, without undue demand. Meanwhile her hands busily tantalized Mimi's luscious body, playing over her perfectly sculpted contours like a swarm of hungry insects to transmit her own need, causing uncontrollable slashing urges to scar deeply through the coed's already aroused loins.

Mimi had never kissed a woman before, and at first contact, she had felt revulsion and loathing. But after several hesitations, she relented. Soon she began to feel a thrill of her own, generated by the femaleness of the other woman's body. Tentatively, she put forth a timid hand and felt a bare shoulder. Sometime during those first searing caresses Carrie had removed her clothes and was now reaching down to unhook the clasps of her bra, releasing the full firmness of her velvety smooth breasts.

"Here, honey, feel this…" crooned Carrie.

Hesitant, but unable to resist, Mimi reached out to touch the other woman's passionately heaving breasts, watching spellbound as the nipples coned to pert erection. She felt a shudder pass through Carrie's body and she realized that her handling of Carrie's breasts had been the cause. That pleased Mimi, somehow. A weak sigh keened through Carrie's body and Mimi realized she, too, felt exactly the same thing… in the same way. Relieving, too, was the absence of men. Nothing was being forced, nothing hurt.

With a trembling moan, Mimi sought Carrie's mouth. Their lips welded together, tongues moving in and out hungrily as hands were busy on each other's naked bodies – Carrie's with the knowledge of experience, Mimi experimenting as her fiery loins egged her on.

Then Mimi broke the moist contact of their mouths, pulling away and muttering across the short intervening distance, trying not to look into the smoldering eyes of the oilier woman. "I've never made love to a woman before…" she gasped hesitantly.

"What…" Suddenly Carrie sat up and stripped herself free of her remaining clothing. "That's better… now you…"

Mimi obeyed, forgetting about free will and determinism, college knowledge couldn't help her now. It was experience she was after.

Almost savagely then, Carrie turned to recapture Mimi's mouth, her naked upper leg moving in between the coed's white tapering thighs, spreading them until their legs intertwined and their loins met and mingled, the two bodies nestling close. Reaching over boldly, Carrie pulled the rounded fullness of Mimi's quivering white buttocks in tight. Her hand moved down between them to the pussy cleft, and without hesitation she dipped a finger into the moist aroused opening. She found it amply lubricated, telltale evidence of the younger girl's arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erect unhooded clitoris. It was hard, throbbing and taut, and Carrie began to stroke it ever so gently.

Mimi felt Carrie begin to move, slithering down her body, rolling her gently to her back, her mouth busy as she kissed her passionately throbbing breasts then began to suck them, moving the nipples in and out of her mouth quickly, while she maintained a constant exciting sucking pressure. The highly erotic sensations keened through the younger girl's body, flashing through her. Then her hips began to move in a steady countering rhythm to the sinuous stroking finger… and she knew she had lost all free will, that she had succumbed, tacitly just as she had surrendered to John Dobkins in the university horse barn.

"Oh… God!" she shuddered helplessly.

Now she felt those avid woman's lips moving down, down, down across her flat belly, the agile tongue dipping into her navel, tantalizingly… and then the gentle insistent hands spreading her thighs, exposing her palpitating needful cunt to the other woman's lewd gaze. She was acutely aware that Carrie's face was peering between her widespread thighs and that those knowing hands were moving on the smooth, softly velvet flesh of her defenseless pussy.

Then that mouth was kissing her naked thighs, her hips, her abdomen, the inner sides of her thighs, gradually working up to her heatedly pulsating cunt. It drove Mimi wild with feverish anticipation. She knew now it would happen, and she was powerless to stop it.

And just before Carrie's mouth reached that pit of her femininity, a disquieting thought charged through Mimi's mind. Somehow, she knew in that instant, she would be different… she would be losing an innocence she could never regain. Like losing her maidenhead.

Then there it was! Carrie's probing, licking tantalizing tongue was there… on her clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her brain, and Mimi knew that there was never in this world – or the next, either – a more voluptuous ecstasy. But again that indoctrinated brain, loaded with moralizing, its taboos and its fears, interfered, "No! Please… no! God," she cried out.

The working mouth stopped. But she didn't want it to stop. Words came to her as from a distance. She heard, but did not hear, as her senses reeled. It was Carrie's voice from down there between her legs. "Relax, honey… enjoy!"

"I can't! I can't let you do this to me!"

"But you like it!" countered Carrie, speaking assuredly. She dropped her mouth to the seething moist flesh of Mimi's pussy, her tongue probing this time into the heated liquid depths, searing into the clutching cuntal opening moving in then out to the rhythm already set by Mimi's spasmodically grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in and out with the measured regularity of a tiny cock.

Mimi could stand it no longer. She had to have it! If she didn't cum, she'd go mad. Throwing reasons to the winds, conscious only of the electric-like sensations that ached in her naked loins, she cried out, "Yessss!"

The lapping mouth paused. "I've got a good idea, honey. Let's complete the circuit." And with that Carrie swiftly shifted her position, swinging herself around to straddle Mimi's face, her own head falling into place naturally over the tender loins of the young chestnut-haired coed.

Startled, Mimi looked up and saw the moist warmth of Carrie's hair-lined cunt hovering scant inches above her face, the brown puckered ring of her tiny anus winking down at her. She knew what she must do, what she had to do! But her whole being rejected it. How did I ever get myself into this mess? God, I must be vulnerable!

With a swivel-hipped wriggle, Carrie's vibrant pussy smashed down against Mimi's face.

"Mmmmffff!" Mimi's first impulse was to scream; she felt suffocated… trapped, but the contact of the experienced woman's tongue with the quivering bud of her own clitoris elicited a long moan of sexual surrender from deep in her chest. She gasped, her mouth gaped open, and instinctively her face nuzzled up into the moist female furrow above her. Unthinking, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, and found the tiny shaft in its fold of hair-rimmed blood-engorged flesh.

To her surprise, the slightly pungent flavor of the woman's pussy was not at all distasteful and she quickly became more bold, more dexterous, licking, then sucking. Finally she established a lewd rhythmic movement to match Carrie's licking and sucking of her own cunt.