"I knew you weren't permanent," Cathy said, running her fingers through Samantha Shepherd's hair. "To you, I was just a substitute for something or someone. I thought at first it was your husband, but I know now that I was wrong. And now he's come back into your life. Right?"
"It's so sick," Sammi whispered. "But it's been this way since we were babies. We were always closer than anyone else, and the whole sex thing seems so natural a development. Probably because we were twins, but maybe there's something more to it. Maybe Steven and I are really just one person who happened to be born as two, and we have to keep putting ourselves back together. Do you hate me?"
Cathy shook her head. "No, I don't hate you. Let me show you how much I don't hate you."
She bowed her head and kissed Sammi firmly, on the lips. Samantha's arm enfolded Cathy's neck, pulled her closer. Their tongues dribbled back and forth. Cathy's fingers reached down to undo the buttons of Samantha's blouse. Pulling it open, she placed her hands on the full round tits, covered only by a silk chemise. Her palms molded to the firm, but yielding flesh and felt the stiffness of her nipples popping up. Her salivary glands went into overtime. If it was her last suck on Samantha's tits, she was eager to have them in her mouth.
They had been lovers for almost a year, ever since Sammi had sold this bungalow to Cathy, through the Realty Company she worked for. There had been an instant attraction though Sammi didn't know it a first. Cathy was a lesbian. Sammi had never done it with a woman before. She'd read the invitation in her new friend's eyes and had come over for a house-warming party. The party – Sammi was the only guest – had ended, as she knew it would, with Cathy's face burrowing between Sammi's legs, sucking her pussy inside out.
Cathy was a small, thin redhead, with short hair, enough freckles for three women her size, and a compact, highly responsive body. She threw her legs over the arms of Sammi's chair and resumed her hungry kissing. Samantha returned the favor by undoing Cathy's shirt. She had on no bra underneath and her tits were small and firm. Sammi's hands cupped and squeezed Cathy's freckled tits, until the small redhead sighed, leaning her head back and pushing her chest forward until her pale, almost invisible nipples touched Samantha's face.
"Kiss my tits, please," Cathy asked breathlessly, rubbing her stiff nipples on Samantha lips.
Samantha opened her mouth, sucked them one after the other, moving her face back and forth until Cathy was squirming and purring with delight.
As she sucked, she was unbuckling Cathy's belt, unfastening her trousers, hands delving into them to find the unpantied carrot-colored bush. Cathy rose higher, popping her tits from Samantha's mouth. The pants dragged down her legs, and now she was standing in the chair, pushing her cunt onto Sammi's face.
"If it's for the last time, eat me inside out," Cathy begged. "Leave me something to remember you by."
The bristly pussy fur stroked ticklishly on Sammi's face. She inhaled the musky scent of Cathy's arousal, then opened the pussy and allowed her tongue to glide across the moist, slick flesh of its interior. The muscles of the pussy opening quivered tensely, and her tongue speared into them, withdrawing before it could be trapped and sucked in farther. Her fingers bared Cathy's cunt, and she licked her way up to it, coating her tongue in sweet juices all along the path.
This night hadn't been meant for a farewell date. They'd made the dinner date last week, and it was supposed to be just that – dinner at Cathy's, followed by a few hours of pussy eating – they met at least once, a week, sometimes more often.
But Steven's arrival today had changed all that. From the moment Sammi's tongue had glided across her brother's stiff cock, she knew that she would turn to him as she had always done.
At least Cathy understood. But Cathy knew only that Samantha had been fucking her twin brother since they were barely out of diapers. There were still things she didn't know, things that only Samantha Baines Shepherd knew. It had to be that way.
Cathy squirmed and fought herself free of Sammi's questing tongue. "Let's go to bed. We'll go out with a bang, not a whimper, sweet pussy of mine."
Sammi nodded. Her friend stepped down from the chair, took Sammi by the hand, and they went into the bedroom, which doubled as Cathy's studio. Cathy was a talented painter and sculptress. Half the room was a clutter of easels, workbenches and canvases set aside; the other half contained a neat sleeping area. Not exactly a boudoir, but they had made the bed rock many an hour, during the past year. Once or twice they had been able to fuck at Sammi's house, but not very often, as Maria was usually at home and she knew nothing of her mother's ongoing sexual affair.
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.
"Now, your turn," Cathy said. "I want to be sure you remember me. I'm gonna strap on my dildo and fuck the living shit out of you, and then I want you to look me in the eye and tell me he can give you anything better than I can. Okay?"
Sammi nodded, eyes aglitter with lust. Cathy was a mean fuck, with that eight-inch plastic prick jutting from her red-furred crotch. She fucked like a man. Sammi had gasped the first time Cathy strapped the plastic cock onto her body.
She had started to come almost as soon as Cathy slipped the big solid knob into her cunt.
"Okay," Sammi said, cupping her tits in a teasing manner to her lover, "but when you're finished, I'm gonna strap it on myself and show you just what he does to me. You may decide to switch to men."
"Same fuckin' chance!" Cathy laughed. "Ooohhh, I hope you're wet and ready. Big Dave, the dildo and I are gonna split your cunt."
"Promises, promises," Sammi taunted, steal big a peek at the clock. It was almost ten-thirty. Soon she'd have to go home and try to make some sense of her life, but there was still time.
Samantha leaned back, spreading her long, black-stockinged legs, fingers peeling wide the flaps of her dripping pussy.
"All aboard!" She winked, as Cathy approached the bed, with eight inches of stiff plastic prick.