Rex Taylor - Turned on family

Robin moved in for, another kiss, one that lasted a long long time. "Do we have a choice?" she wondered.

She kissed her way down Bonnie's neck, and from there her lips traced her friend's spinal column, dipping right into the tight cleft of Bonnie's ass. "Kissing ass" was a synonym for being humiliated, Robin thought, but she didn't feel the slightest trace of that as she nuzzled between the slim buns, her tongue daubing and flicking across the tingly flesh of Bonnie's butt. She spread the cheeks with her hands and her tongue danced over Bonnie's hung. Robin didn't feel awkward doing that. Dennis had done it to her and she to him, and she knew there was nothing unsanitary about the practice, nor anything unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite, if your asshole was sensitive enough, and Bonnie's delighted squeal proved that hers was, too.

She lifted herself from the rug, raised on all fours, as Robin's mouth moved upon her upper thighs and haunches. Robin could feel the excitement in her friend's body, but it was nothing compared to what she felt herself right now. She touched Bonnie's legs, to move them farther apart, so she could lick pussy from behind. Putting her mouth on Bonnie's twat was the most important thing in the world at the moment to Robin Mackenzie, and she would not be denied that treat for anything.

She sniffed at Bonnie's cunt, inhaling its special, musky fragrance, and then she flipped out her tongue to make the first, most important pass.

He tongue glided up and down the splayed gash, touching the soft, wrinkled folds of flesh. It was too dark to see, but Robin was positive that Bonnie's cunt was rosy-pink inside, that it looked as fresh and beautiful as it tasted. Already there were telltale drops of feminine moisture dampening her friend's cuntlips and the slot between them, and she wanted to suck out that wetness, one drop at a time.

She brought her fingers up to join in the game, and Bonnie trembled mightily as she balanced on her hands and knees. She swayed like a tree ready for the falling and Robin clutched quickly at her ass to provide some steadiness. Bonnie shivered and sighed, and her hands gave way. Her head and shoulders fell onto the cushy rug and she continued to moan into the carpet, her ass still high and ready.

Robin twisted her head to one side and rested a fingertip on Bonnie's asshole, teasing and probing, as she began to scarf cunt greedily. Bonnie had to learn it, too, she rationalized with herself. That they didn't need men. That they could get along without the brutes altogether. All that mattered were two girls, two girls who loved each other as much as they did. Had all their years of friendship been but a prelude to this moment? Was this the reason they'd met in the first place? Because someday Bonnie would need a comfort, a shelter of love? Robin truly believed it. She closed her eyes and dipped her tongue into Bonnie's cunt hole, stabbing until she felt the hymen blocking her way.

Bonnie's cherry. Robin fretted about her own lack of virginity, wishing she could have come to Bonnie the same way. But without her own experience, she realized, she'd never have known how to make her friend feel better. So it was a two-way street. Robin's on loss of purity had paved the road for her salvation trough love.

She withdrew her tongue from her friend's cunt mouth and began to lick Bonnie's clit. The tiny, tender organ was stiff and aching now, and she could feel Bonnie's pulse through its little nub. It seemed the most natural thing imaginable to have it in her mouth, to be sucking and kissing it, just as if Bonnie's clit were a tiny nipple. Robin moaned as she sucked, for her need was now as great as Bonnie's, and she licked and ate pussy with a sense of driving compulsion.

Robin drank honey from her friend's hole, bringing the dark-haired virgin to one shattering come after another. Bonnie's knees trembled and she slumped onto the rug, lying flat and splayed, Robin's head still assaulting her puckered, dark-fringed slit.

But now Bonnie wasn't the only one who needed attention. Robin had been giving head so enthusiastically she hadn't had time to think of her own wants and desires. As Bonnie moaned in the grip of multiple orgasm, as her pussy dripped nectar into Robin's sucking mouth, the blonde girl felt an uncontrollable itching inside her own snatch.

Bonnie was limp as a dishcloth and Robin found it easy to turn her friend over. She poked between Bonnie's legs until they parted once again and she returned to her chores, lying with her own crotch in easy reach of Bonnie's hands and mouth. The exciting fragrance of her aroused cunt must have been obvious to the other girl. Still moaning, still sobbing, she reached for Robin with both hands, fingertips bruising the tender twatlips as she poked them inside.

Her inexperience was the best thing about her introduction to cunt-lapping. Bonnie didn't know what to do; she only knew that she must do something. She began to play with Robin's pussy as if she were finger-fucking herself, and Robin heard the bemused laugh. Bonnie's fingers had just slipped past the spot where her own cherry normally barred her from further passage.

She thrust farther, into what was, for her, virgin territory, her long fingers tickling the insides of Robin's cunt. And she added more fingers, till she had five digits snugly inside the girl's tight hole.

Robin could feel them, could feel each one of those fingers spreading her cunt, making it grow damp and sizzly, and she twisted herself, shaking her pussy, contracting and releasing her cunt muscles so that Bonnie's fingers enjoyed the ride of their life.

"It's so much different," Bonnie trilled. "I mean, I can put my fingers all the way inside you, and I can't do that with me."

"Forget about your fingers," Robin invited. "Use your lips and your tongue. Lick me, suck me, kiss me…"

"I don't know how!" Bonnie gurgled.

"Like this!" And with that Robin returned to cunt-eating, giving her friend a first-hand lesson in what she wanted done to her twat. She parted Bonnie's pink cuntlips with her fingers and began to lick and chew and tongue the delicate rosy flesh within.

Ronnie moaned at the renewed attacks on her already exhausted clit, but still she hesitated. Was she afraid to use her mouth on Robin's pussy? Robin couldn't guess. She could only act. Her heels slid across the fuzzy carpet and she jammed her wet cunt against Bonnie's face, giving her friend a mouthful of golden hair and a surefire excuse to begin sucking.

With only the slightest hesitation Bonnie put her hands on the cheeks of Robin's ass and dragged that snatch even closer. She cupped her friend's butt and stuck her tongue into the tangle of wiry, juice-wetted hairs, stabbing right to the heart of the matter. Robin felt the tip of Bonnie's tongue flick across her slightly protruding cuntlips and she stiffened with joy, her ass shaking in Bonnie's grip. In another second that roving tongue had found her clitoris and was tracing circles around it.

Her cunt that was the trigger of Robin's sexual artillery! Passion ebbed and flowed inside her twat as Bonnie's oral caresses grew more and more assured, more insinuating, more sensuous. She could feel, too, the increased juiciness of her snatch and she knew that Bonnie must be drinking her cunt juice even as she drank Bonnie's, and she only hoped that her pussy tasted half as good as her beautiful best friend's.

Again Robin bounced her tongue into Bonnie's hole, jabbing it cruelly upon the girl's hymen. Bonnie jerked and moaned at each pressing attack, but it seemed to stimulate her to even greedier sucks and licks around Robin's passion nub.

Robin wished her tongue were a prick, that she might pop through Bonnie's virginal seal here and now. Could she stiffen her tongue enough to perform that task? The pain would be fleeting, the joy unending. How many girls had deflowered other girls? But she couldn't. Her tongue refused to fulfill her wishes and Robin could only dart its tip against the little opening in the middle of Bonnie's flower, pushing as if she meant to drive right through. The tough membrane was too resilient for her to accomplish anything else.