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"Hi. My name's Wendy. What's yours?"

"Denise." The brunette felt the black man's eyes fastened on her, examining her like a bug under a microscope as he took in every word of the conversation.

Wendy said, "I sort of ran through the guys that were playing with me. I see you did the same to Thompson and… Duke." Wendy's eyes widened slightly in awe when she realized that Denise had brought off the black giant.

Somehow, Denise was filled with pride at her accomplishment. She wasn't sure how many chicks Duke fucked in a week, but she'd have bet any amount of money that it was a lot. And she'd gotten him to come after only ten minutes of fucking her perky ass!

"If you're not doing anything…" Wendy let the rest of her sentence trail off in obvious invitation for a more intimate encounter. Denise wasn't sure she should answer the redhead at all. Making love to another woman seemed perverse to her, yet Wendy was really sexy and… appealing.

Denise couldn't honestly say the redhead was pretty, but there was a pixieish quality about the flaming red hair and the china white oval far with the bright green eyes. An innocence seemed to exude from the redhead that Denise knew didn't exist, for Wendy was able to talk about sucking off two men at once and not get the least bit flustered.

"What did you have in mind?"

Wendy smiled and moved closer to Denise. "I thought you might like to share some of Thompson's fruit."

The redhead reached over and picked up two bananas from a nearby bowl on a coffee table.

Denise furrowed her brows. She didn't understand what Wendy meant. Not exactly, at any rate. It was obvious she didn't want to eat the bananas, but what…?

Wendy's hand reached out and lightly touched one of Denise's fiery red nipples. The feathery touch of the other woman's hand sent an electric surge into Denise's chest that delighted her. It astounded her, too. She hadn't thought she could get so turned on by another woman. She was very wrong.

Wendy continued to lightly rub and caress the snowy white tits presented to her by Denise. When the joys coursing through her body became too much, the brunette lay back on the soft shag carpet and just enjoyed the feel of the other woman's hand on her boobs.

The gentle massaging turned mare and more aggressive. Soon, Wendy was mashing both of Denise's boobs flat against her chest. Thumb and forefinger gripped around nipples and pressed down hard on them. The nubbins of erectile tissue transmitted Denise's excited heartbeat directly to Wendy's fingers, telling her how much the dark haired woman was being turned on by the tit fondling.

Wendy leaned over and placed her lips firmly against Denise's. For a moment, Denise resisted. It was futile. When the redhead's tongue managed to force its way between Denise's lips and enter her mouth, the brunette knew there was nothing to do but relax and enjoy.

Her tongue began to race around Wendy's. Together, their tongues, swirled and twisted about, then began darting back and forth. First, both tongues would be in Wendy's mouth, then in Denise's. The oral acrobatics began to occupy Denise's consciousness, and she didn't notice that the hands that had been fondling her boobs had stopped.

Wendy moved down the snowy cones to their broad bases after she had squeezed the boobs a couple of times. Noticing that Denise didn't appear to respond very much, Wendy's hands drifted lower and lower on the other woman's body until one hand came to rest on a gentle curve of ass.

The other found a tangled mat of pussy bush. The jungle of wettened muff hair betrayed Denise's rising lust for the other woman. When Wendy went still lower, she encountered a fully erect clit. A light brush across the most sensitive organ of Denise's body produced an earthquaking throughout the brunette's torso.

But still Wendy went lower, separating the pink, scalloped pussylips, her fingers lightly touching the edges of Denise's gash, then making a sudden, forceful entry into the dark hole of her cunt.

Denise shuddered at the sudden invasion of her frothing man hole. She had never had a woman feel her up like this. It was still another instance of Denise's broadening sexual expertise.

Wendy's hand pressed down hard on Denise's twat, her fingers plunging deep into the flowing well of the brunette's cunt. When she began to flex and wiggle her fingers, Denise felt the tides of passion rising within her horny cunt.

"Oh, yesssss! That's the greatest thing I've ever felt!" she exclaimed, surprised that she could possibly consider another woman's attentions to be all right.

Wendy said nothing. She dived down to kiss and suckle one of Denise's jugs and when her mouth closed over the ruddy tip of areola, Denise thought she would go insane with ecstasy.

The fingers in her cunt twisted and turned and stimulated the nerve ending around her entire pussy mound. The addition of a wet mouth sucking and tonguing her nipples was too much for the aroused woman's completely overloaded nervous system.

Denise weakly collapsed and felt like rubber inside. She felt the rug crush under her weight but didn't really care that it prickled and scratched a bit. The primary things were the fingers inside her cunt and Wendy's sucking mouth.

Lances of delight jabbed into her belly every time the redhead twisted her hand, and it felt like thousands of tiny feet dancing on her nipple when Wendy would lick with her tongue.

The redhead was having a lot of fun turning Denise on to the lez action. Her hand was covered with the brunette's twat juice, which allowed her to stroke up and down the pussylips without chafing their tender surfaces. The motion of her hand drove Denise crazy with passion, and it did a lot in turning Wendy on, too. The redhead enjoyed the feel of another woman's cunt under her hand.

The oozing juices excited her. The tender flaps that protected the depths of a cunt were so soft and squishy. She loved stroking the gently scalloped ridges of a gash with her fingers. And Denise's tangled bush really turned Wendy on. Running her hands over the pussy mound, then lacing her fingers in the thatch and stroking were exceptionally exciting to her.

Just fondling another woman did things to her deep inside. Wendy couldn't explain it. She just knew she enjoyed the hell out of making love to another woman.

And Denise was really getting to the point of total abandonment of all her morals. She was doing things that would have repulsed her less than a week earlier. Now she was ass fucking with the best of them, sucking cock – and allowing another chick to make love to her.

As Wendy continued to suck and pull the expanding nipple into her mouth, it occurred to Denise that she should be doing something in return for the pleasure Wendy was giving her. Stroking the red hair as the woman sucked on a convenient boob wasn't quite enough.

Denise finally reached down and gripped both of Wendy's jugs. With a passion born of her own inner needs, she squeezed down and manipulated the other woman's tits with a fierceness that she didn't really intend. But Wendy wasn't complaining. She enjoyed rough treatment. The feel of the fingers brutally kneading the doughy flesh of her well formed tits added fuel to the flames of her lust.

To return, in kind, the favor that Denise was granting her, Wendy started to suck on the brown haired beauty's nipple for all she was worth, her cheeks going concave under the intense suction she exerted. Her mouth seemed to draw the tiny pillar of fiery red flesh out of the marshmallowy base and stiffen it. When Wendy shoved her tongue firmly down on top of Denise's nipple, the girl could detect the brunette's heartbeat through the pebble of aroused flesh.

Wendy knew that she was going to get off then. She had Denise strung out to the point where the woman would do anything.