Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

Becky bad convinced herself. Now she only had to convince Marjie. Somehow it was very important to her that Marjie learn what she bad been taught last night. She felt possessed by a sense of mission, and she knew suddenly how the early preachers felt when they went out to spread the gospel among the heathens, knew how they could endure without flinching the most gruesome tortures and torments. It was because they believed implicitly in what they were doing. And so did she. She believed as deeply as she believed anything else in her life that this was the best way to make love that had ever been devised, and she wanted to make Marjie know it as well.

She put her bands lightly upon Marjie's shoulders, one on each side of the girl's neck, and she stooped as she did so. Marjie's face came around, a question forming on lips which immediately found themselves smacking against Becky's. The girl's eyes went wide in shock and she tried to pull her mouth free of her roommate's sucking kiss.

Her arms flopped in panic and she began to wobble upon the backless seat she was perched upon. Becky held onto her like a leech, mouth wet and open against hers, hands pressing Marjie's cheeks, forcing the prolongation of that kiss. Marjie tried to shake herself free, her tits bouncing, but as she struggled she found herself losing her balance and toppling backward.

Becky rolled with her, cushioning Marjie's fall against the soft carpeted floor, refusing to break the contact of their mouths. Though she was a few pounds lighter than the buxom Marjie, and though she had never been especially strong, Becky found that it was no difficult matter to drag Marjie with her across the floor to a point where both could stretch out.

Marjie was no longer resisting forcibly, and, though she did not reciprocate the kiss she was enduring, she did not try to push her roommate's attacking face from hers either. Her hands lay limp at her sides, and her legs were closing over one another, as it in an attempt to shield the dark mat of her beaver.

One of Becky's hands closed itself over Marjie's right breast, fingers squeezing and teasing the dark knob of nipple that capped the full ripe mound. Marjie groaned at the touch and her chest arched upward, forcing the tit into Becky's grip. Her thighs unclasped now, and began to spread apart little by little.

Becky decided it was time to change her approach. She took her lips from Marjie's, slid across the girl's upper body at an oblique angle, and sucked a nipple into her mouth. At the same time she was so lying that her own left breast was nuzzling Marjie's closed lips, its nipple stiff, erect, knocking to gain admittance.

"Please, Becky, what in the name of God are you trying to do?" Marjie whispered, but as she spoke her I mouth moved around slightly and Becky's nipple made the penetration it sought. Marjie's lips closed suddenly round the rubbery pink nub and sucked at it as if in amazement. Her mouth slithered open, wet, questing, and the entire point of Becky's fit oozed home. Lips and tongue went into action and Marjie found herself aching to reciprocate what Becky was even then doing to her own full breast.

As Becky nursed for the first time at her roommate's ample chest, licking and loving the teat that filled her mouth so fully, she let her fingers glide swanlike down Marjie's plumpish tummy, pinching and pulling at the dainty folds of flesh. And then she was tangling and untangling the hair in her friend's crotch, giggling round that sucked nipple as she felt the mossy growth. Its appearance was that of fine wire, but its texture was satin-soft, the tendrils of hair curling in Becky's twisting fingers like strands of thin unwoven silk.

Becky could wait no longer. Freeing her lips reluctantly from Marjie's nipple, she lifted herself, raised her body above the prone figure of her roommate, and let her head descend to explore all the more closely that delightfully soft cunt her hand had discovered. Her crotch hung above Marjie's face, and the puzzled girl's eyes were peering upward, looking into the depths of Becky's own pussy, so pink and pretty as it peeked out of its golden thatch of covering.

Slowly, slowly it began to descend upon her. Marjie tried to shout her fear as she watched the inexorable progress of Becky's cunt toward her slightly open lips, but when the inevitable contact was made her terror disappeared. She speared upward with her tongue, parting labia majora, piercing labia minora, brushing the clitoris, her mouth closing over the oval slice just as a hungry man's lips seize eagerly upon a steak sandwich.

And even as she did so, loving voraciously her first pussy-partner, Marjie felt Becky's tongue begin to service her own depths of churning womanhood. My God! her brain screamed as she stabbed her tongue again and again into the soft pink meat that was pressing upon her. Was this making Becky feel as great as Becky's tongue was making her feel right now? She hadn't known! Hadn't known at all! She'd sucked plenty of cock, all right, and had had her own pussy licked by a lot of guys, but now-to be giving and taking with another girl, both at the same time! It really made her appreciate the marvelous organ God had given her, made her thankful for the high degree of sexuality with which she had been endowed.

There! She thrust that tongue in once for thanks, thanks for the way Becky was servicing her right now. She thrust it in again for good measure, to compensate for all the snide jokes she had made in her time about dykes and lesbian butches. And she thrust home again, again, again, thinking as she did how much she had missed because her date wasn't able to help her tonight. Ummm! Becky's cunt was growing moist and tasty as Marjie's tongue loved it repeatedly. Where did all the guys get the idea a pussy smelled like dead fish? Pussies smelled just fine, like fragrant honeysuckle blossoms in a spring breeze. Becky's did, at least, and Marjie was confident that hers was just as juicy.

Becky was even then sucking and kissing every bit of Marjie's vaginal area, roiling the dark girl's oversized clitoris on her tongue, wetting it with her spit, sucking the lubricating juices that Marjie was emitting. And as she sucked she put her hands on each side of Marjie's loveslot, inserting both thumbs in the spacious gap. Marjie winced at the initial penetration, but arched her hips upward to help impale those thumbs in her soaking hole. Becky's other fingers were lolling with a gentle ticklish motion on the supersensitive insides of her roommate's thighs, sending shivers and tremors of tingling delight throughout Marjie's body.

She was coming! Marjie couldn't stop herself. Her pussy juices were flowing, her ovaries singing their own song of joy, her legs thrashing up and down on the floor. Unparalleled thrills swept her over and over as Becky continued to suck and finger the other girl's jubilant pussy. For a moment Marjie forgot that Becky's own cunt was even then on her mouth, its open labia imploring her to bring it as well to its fruition. But as her body reached its peak of orgasm, and feeling began to return to her numbed lips, Marjie saw and felt and tasted the still unsatisfied twat above her, and she remembered her duty. Her tongue flipped out once more, strong and stiff as a piercing cock, grateful in its execution of a duty that bore no burden with it, and she stabbed hard, hard, hard into Becky's pressing cunt.

Marjie's tongue was extended as far as it could go without being torn from her mouth, and she was buried in Becky's slick tender channel. As she flicked with her linguam, she fastened her mouth round the whole of Becky's vagina, her teeth brushing softly the sensitive labia. Becky's cunt passage began to throb and tighten round Marjie's questing tongue, and the sweetest syrup ever started to coat her tongue in honeyed stickiness. Becky thrust hard, down against Marjie's face, till the girl beneath knew she must soon suffocate, but the aroma of the strangling pillow was so sweet and lovely that she would have welcomed a death in such circumstances.