Ron Taylor: The family lays together

Sammi turned and saw the voluptuous nude that Cathy had painted of her, hanging on the wall overlooking the bed. She loved the picture, wondered if she dared ask for it, now that they were breaking up. The idea of hanging it in her own bedroom, at home, and of fucking Steven while the picture smiled down at them, was an instant turn-on.

Cathy threw down her unbuttoned shirt and slid out of her jeans. Her body was slender, pale, with small tits and a narrow ass. Her legs were short, but pretty. Her summer tan had faded. One could hardly see her nipples, except when they were hard and aroused, as they were now, from Sammi's fervent sucking.

Cathy stroked her nude body, an almost boyish form, ending up in her wiry carrot colored pussy fur, which still bore a few droplets of Samantha's oral juices, mixed with the musky-smelling leakage from Cathy's own cunt.

She went to Sammi, standing on tiptoes so they could kiss, and then she undressed the other woman. Cathy was twenty-two, nearly young enough to be Samantha's daughter. Fucking her was like jumping the generation gap. They had little in common except the joy each felt in sucking the other's cunt and in feeding an the other's tits.

Cathy's fingers stroked Samantha's underwear, the silk chemise, the garter belt underneath and the black stockings. The younger girl stripped away the chemise and the panties, leaving Sammi in just her garter belt and stockings, and drew her to the bed.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Cathy husked breathlessly, "maybe make you forget all about him."

Samantha smiled and kissed her deeply as they rolled together on the cool yellow sheets.

Cathy's mouth began to work its way down Samantha's body. She loved her tits, so enormous compared to her own. She couldn't get enough of them. She sucked and dragged on the nipples, like taking a joint, as if she wanted to pull them deep into her belly.

Cathy got past the tits and led with the point of her chin, into Samantha's bush. Her fingers moved ahead of her face, locating a clit that was already up for action, tracing the puffy-lipped line of Sammi's cunt, moist sweetness already dribbled forth.

"Oh, fuck," Samantha moaned.

If there was one thing Cathy knew how to do, it was to eat a clit. But the young girl had been practicing long enough. She'd soaked her face in a lot of pussies in her twenty-two years. And the more she sucked and nibbled now, the more her fingers played in Sammi's crack, the more soaking juice there was for her face to wallow in. She moved her head down, her tongue shooting up Samantha's pussy in little slithering penetrations.

"Eat me, you horny little bitch!" Samantha purred, running her hands up and down Cathy's slim, firm little body.

She petted the cheeks of her friend's narrow ass, slipped her fingers between them, and touched Cathy's pussy from the rear. The crinkly red hair wasn't so crinkly now; it was sopping with leakage from Cathy's own aroused cunt. Sammi's hand rubbed back and forth, while Cathy's smooth thighs squeezed and flexed, sometimes tensing to pull the fingers tightly against the redhead's hot, dripping pussy.

Cathy lifted her face, picking a stray hair off her tongue. "I'll keep it as a memento. Let's bump and grind."

Samantha nodded, rolling onto her side. Cathy lay down, feet toward Samantha's head, and they moved into a clothespin position, legs clutching each other's body and the hairy muffs of their cunts brought together. There was a squish as the wet pussies bumped together, and Samantha purred at the rubbing sensation. She clutched Cathy's thigh, stroked it, and rocked herself again and again, onto Cathy's grinding cunt. It was a position she had never dreamed of before her affair with Cathy, but it was incredible once she tried it. Trouble was, it worked properly only in pussy-to-pussy encounters.

With a man it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

But right now it was just cunt against cunt, both of them wet and aroused, the bushes damp with leaked feminine secretions, the clits standing up.

"Frig me off," Cathy pleaded, reaching down to stroke Samantha's clit. "You do me and I'll do you."

Samantha didn't have to be asked twice. Her own head was swimming with pleasure as Cathy began her knowing brand of clit stimulation. Coupled with the delight of pussy-bumping, Sammi knew she was soaring dangerously close to an orgasm. She squirmed closer, kissing Cathy's wet pussy with her own equally wet organ, and she began to return the masturbation favor gleefully. Cathy liked it rough, and Sammi was rough, abusing the delicate little button until her own flesh crawled with excitement. Cathy wasn't much gentler. To be truthful, Sammi rather liked it rough, too.

"Turn over," she said, and Cathy rolled onto her belly, pussies remaining in contact.

Sammi raised one foot, and slid the high spike of her shoeheel up and down Cathy's bare back. Cathy squirmed, moaned and shuddered.

The frigging and rubbing continued, the pussies dripping and the clits throbbing as they pressed against smooth damp flesh. Sammi clutched her tit, digging into the firm, but tiding mound and pulling her nipple. She dipped her head, caught the nipple between her teeth and sucked it till she groaned aloud around the throbbing bump of arousal.

"Oh, let me do that!" Cathy pleaded, turning her head.

Again the women moved, so that they were again face to face. Short Cathy could, by stretching just so, bring her face up to brush it against Sammi's stiffened nipples without losing the electrically-charged contact of their pussies. Pussy strained against pussy and Cathy snapped and chewed at her friend's hot nipples.

The redheaded girl's head fell back. Her body was drenched in sweat. She put everything she had into a fuck. Her cunt ground against Samantha's. She moaned, sobbed and shook. Samantha, thrilled with her own excitement, shoved back, moaning, sobbing and shaking, too. Their cunts felt as if they were glued together, crack against crack, cunt against dl.

"Gotta eat you!" Sammi wailed, struggling to break free. "Have to eat you!"

"Yes, eat me," Cathy replied. "Get your face in it one last time. Make me remember you."

She squirmed back, knees uplifted, her puffy red-haired cunt showing between her slim, sweaty thighs. Samantha threw herself forward, on her tits, heading nose-first into Cathy's pussy. She shoved her face into the funky pussy, her shoulders braced against the undersides of her friend's thighs, and she worked her mouth up and down the oozing cunt slice, gobbling Cathy from clit to asshole. She trapped the clit between her lips, pulled it out an inch and sucked every fraction of that inch.

Cathy screamed, moaned and shook in abandoned delight. "Suck me! Eat my cunt, bitch! Suck me dry!"

The taste of her orgasm came, and her frenzy went into overdrive. She tightened her thighs on Sammi's head, pulled the older woman's face into her pussy, and smeared juices all over Samantha's face. Sammi gobbled the juices, working her tongue again and again into Cathy's churning cunt. Her hands caressed the thighs that trapped her, reaching up from time to time, joining Cathy's own fingers in delicious abuse of the redhead's little tits and their incredibly stiff nipples. But primarily she ate, feeling Cathy shudder and moan with a second orgasm. The redhead was multi-orgasmic; sometimes she could go on for what felt like hours.

The right tongue in the right place could drive the cute little bitch crazy. Makes two of us, Sammi thought, still eating.

Her tongue flailed Cathy to a third orgasm, and the little redhead began to sob for mercy.

"Please, you're killing me!" she whimpered, caressing Sammi's chestnut hair.

Sammi raised her face and slid up her girlfriend's body to spread the musky cum juices onto Cathy's hungry lips. Their mouths melted together as their pussies had, and they drank deeply with lips and tongues.