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Wendy continued to suckle on Denise's milk bag, her fingers still explored the pink flaps of her cuntlips, repeatedly plunging into the juicy depths of Denise's tight and fiercely hot snatch. When Wendy inserted a finger up Denise's asshole, the woman came.

She had tried to hold back the rising tide of orgasm she felt building up in her body, wanting to fully enjoy the fondling and sucking she was getting from Wendy, but her body betrayed her. Denise couldn't restrain herself when Wendy thrust that finger up her tightly clenched asshole. She was increasingly aware that her ass was a potent sexual area, an erogenous zone second only to her cunt.

Wendy wiggled her finger inside Denise's cunt and ass repeatedly while the winds of orgasm gusted through the brunette's body. When the gale force winds died to a gentle breeze, Wendy continued her sexual arousal of her willing and completely wanton sex partner.

"Don't stop, Wendy. Please don't stop!" begged Denise, afraid that the girl might cease her delicious activities now that she had come.

"Don't worry, Denise. I won't. This is too damn much fun!"

Wendy's hands roved over Denise's supple body. The lightest touch produced hurricanes of delight in her body. She knew she was still in control of Denise from the way the beauty's cunt overflowed with twat juice.

The sight of all that lubricant going to waste spurred Wendy on. Her own cunt had long since turned watery and cried out for attention. She reached down and handed one of the bananas to Denise, taking the other one for herself.

"Here, Denise. Stuff it up my cunt, then fuck me with it."

Denise was momentarily confused, her brain not yet recovered from the veiling fog of lust created by her orgasm.

"What?" was all she could ask.

"Here, do this!" Wendy ordered, slipping the yellow fruit between Denise's smooth white thighs, poking for an instant until she found the liquid hole, then ramming the banana all the way into the woman's cunt.

Denise screamed out, "Aaaaaiieeeee!" as the fruit sailed up her quim. She felt the slightest curve in the banana twist through her cunt in ways that a man's cock never could without breaking off. A prick simply didn't bend like that. But the fruit stimulated hidden nerves that Denise didn't know existed in her cunt.

She fell back to the rug again and wiggled her hips, her eyes tightly screwed shut and her entire world centered around her cunt. The feeling of the fruit stuffed into her twat was a totally new experience. When Wendy began to fuck her with the banana, Denise was certain she would lose her mind.

But the white curtain of lust that covered her brain rapidly dissipated, and Denise started to get control back, to concentrate on the pleasure soaring through her entire body. Her cunt was the center of all that sensation. The banana was the cause.

As Wendy expertly fucked Denise with the curved fruit, she watched in rapt fascination as the yellow dildo would disappear almost entirely up Denise's brown thatched pussy, then squirt out when the woman's cunt muscles squeezed down.

The yellow of the banana soon glistened with Denise's twat juice.

Denise fought to keep control of her body. Soon, she could enjoy the feeling of getting fucked by the banana without being totally dominated by it. She rolled to her side while Wendy continued to slip the fruit in and out of her wanton cunt.

Denise reached out, hesitant and unsure of herself. Her trembling hand rested on the cool, silky smooth inner thigh of the other girl. With increasing confidence, Denise began to stroke up and down across Wendy's flame red pussy mound. As her hand became coated with the redhead's cunt juice, Denise found herself growing hotter and hotter.

Being fucked with the banana drove her crazy, but the kinky idea that she was actually stuffing her fingers up another girl's cunt turned her on almost as much. When Denise inserted the banana she held into Wendy's cunt, the other girl shuddered in erotic response.

Denise was spurred on by the other girl's reaction. She started ramming the yellow fruit in and out of Wendy's twat as fast as she could, fucking the redhead until she had a climax of her own.

Watching the passion-racked features of the other girl produced an odd combination of feelings inside Denise. She delighted in the knowledge that she was the one who brought off Wendy, but there was guilt, also. It was wrong for her to fuck with another woman. Her upbringing told her so.

Applying the same standards she had used since deciding to make money by whoring, Denise quickly decided that anything that felt this good couldn't be bad. God wasn't a cruel, heartless bastard. He couldn't deny a woman pleasure. Cunts wouldn't have been placed in women's bodies if they hadn't been meant for use.

What was the difference whether a man or another woman gave her the ultimate in human ecstasy?

There was no difference.

The two women continued to shove the yellow fruit into each other's twats. Denise watched her banana slide out, then disappear back into the unknown depths of Wendy's cunt. From the shivers and shudders of the redhead's body, Denise knew that she must be feeling the same emotions that racked her own body. That common bond of shared experience seemed to draw her nearer to Wendy than she had ever felt with another sex partner. What matter that she was enjoying lesbian lovemaking?

The two women passionately locked together when their bananas simultaneously were crammed up inside them. Kissing, their tongues explored the other's mouth. Their salvias mixed, sweet and heady tasting. Their aroused nipples poked into each other and stimulated them all the more.

Denise found that she could keep the banana buried far up her cunt by scissoring her legs together. She rubbed her pussy mound wantonly against the red thatch of Wendy's bush and, locked together in each other's arms, the two women began to roll over and over on the rug.

Denise found herself approaching another climax. She didn't even try to hold it back this time. It seemed too important to her to just let it rip through her mind and seize her body with the iron grip of supreme ecstasy.

Wendy rocked through her own climax. Still gripping each other, they slipped down the pleasant slopes of post-coital dreaminess.

Wendy reached down and plucked the banana from Denise's cunt. Grinning wickedly, she began to lick and suck on the banana to get all of the other woman's twat oil off it, then peeled the fruit and ate it with obvious gusto.

Denise asked, "Good?"

"Ummm, you bet!" came the immediate answer.

Denise pulled the banana dildo out of Wendy's snatch and duplicated the redhead's actions. She found the succulent taste of the woman's cunt juice intermixed with the tang of the banana skin. When she peeled the fruit and started to eat it, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the flavor had penetrated the fruit itself. The banana was warm from its berth inside Wendy's cunt. It was also highly flavored by the woman's cunt juices. Denise devoured the fruit with obvious enthusiasm.

As she was eating, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"You. The one with the nice ass." Duke's hard-on was obvious as was the lust in his voice.

"You want a job? I got a place for a nice cunt like you. I run fifty girls. All top-notch stuff, high pay and a fancy pad."

Denise looked at him. "Exactly what are you asking?" She thought she knew but wanted to be sure.

"I'm in business to make money. You can make me money. I can guarantee you a lot more bread than you get freelancing. Dig? You work for me as one of my girls, we both get a lot of bread. I know a dozen guys who'd try to cut each other's balls off just to get a chance to fuck you."

"You want me to whore for you, is that it?"

"Yeah. We could make a great team, you and me. I find you the johns, you take the money. We split 70-30, me getting the lion's share. And I'll take care of any unpleasant customers." Duke seemed confident that Denise wouldn't turn him down.