Chapter 5
The thing that made Sally Owens profoundly different from
other girls her age -- and older, for that matter -- was not
just her insatiable passion for sex. She loved all kinds of
sex, oral, regular, anal, and whatever else might get her and
her lucky partner's rocks off in any way.
There were, of course, other teenage girls who adored sex,
although they didn't dream about it night and day, the way the
cute blonde did. Nor did they even begin to have Sally's
diabolical imagination and dazzling repertoire of tricks when
it came to the subject, particularly oral sex.
What made Sally different was not even sexual in nature. It
was a character trait, found in highly ambitious and efficient
people, carried to its peak in business tycoons and super-
achievers.
It was nothing more than a simple obsession with getting
things done. Analyzed and defined it could be called "action-
power". When Sally made up her mind to do something, she didn't
look for various ways to do it. She didn't sit down with a
pencil and pad and list all the possibilities and solutions
open to her, the various courses of action available. She had
absolutely no patience for thinking, or analyzing, or
questioning.
She just did whatever she had to do to get the job done.
Fast. Simple. And highly, devastatingly, effective.
Getting a job as an usherette at the Del Mar Theater, for
example. All she had to do was go in, leave an application and
sit around for a few weeks or months until an opening occurred
and Mr. Jenkins would probably hire her.
But it was much faster, much easier and far simpler to just
trade her hot mouth and tight, juicy little pussy for the job
she wanted.
And it was obvious to Sally by the time she'd finished
sucking and fucking the theater owner that he was feverishly
hooked on her cute ass. And although Sally was not an
intellectual giant, she knew at once that it was his own
daughter Jenkins really wanted, and when he'd admitted it and
asked Sally to turn Cindy on so all three of them could swing,
Sally's first reaction was to cheerfully agree, even though
she'd never made it with another girl.
But the idea of having sex with Cindy Jenkins, virginal,
beautiful, on the verge of blossoming into a gorgeously stacked
grownup, sparked a hot, deep curiosity in the horny young
blonde.
And the more she thought about it that night after leaving
Jenkins at the theater, the more Sally got aroused at the idea.
Even though she'd never had sex with another girl, Sally didn't
need any books, pictures, diagrams or charts. She knew with
absolute certainty what turned her on, and since Cindy had a
pussy too, all she had to do was set it on fire.
And the more Sally thought about it, and recalled Cindy's
sleek, sensuous young body, the more turned on she got. Most
people who faced a problem did so with a certain amount of
nervousness and fear. What made Sally different was her way of
looking at such problems, not as difficulties, but as
challenges.
If Mr. Jenkins wanted his hotly curved young daughter turned
on to sex with her, then Sally would bring every talent she
possessed to the task, meaning all her experience at sex. True,
she'd never finger-fucked a girl besides herself, and had never
gone down on a hot young pussy, and had never sucked on or
teased a pair of sweet young tits, but the same fiery lust that
drove her to become the wildest, hottest piece of ass in the
small, peaceful town of Pacific Gardens at a very tender age
now drove her to new heights of achievement.
She wouldn't just turn on Cindy Jenkins, she'd eat her sweet
little pussy until the girl lost her mind. She wouldn't just
masturbate Cindy, she'd finger-fuck her until her honey gushed
out in a mad loving fountain of cunt-juice. She wouldn't just
tease the sexy teenager, she'd arouse her until Cindy was
hotter than a smoking pistol, ready to come at the twitch of a
nipple.
It was this amazing facility for getting to the heart of a
problem at once that distinguished the so called town tramp
from the mass of doubting, struggling humanity. Not a soul in
town suspected that wild-eyed, ripe-assed little Sally. Owens,
scorned by so many middle-class minds, would someday be rich,
notoriously successful and one of the most sought-after women
of her time.
All because she'd gotten a job as an usherette in a small
movie-house in a little hick-town on the California coast. And
because she had a way of getting things done.
The day after her interview with Mr. Jenkins, Sally
immediately got down to the business of seducing Cindy Jenkins,
although Sally's direct sexual assault was more in the nature
of true rape than gentle seduction.
She called Cindy up that morning, reminding her who she was.
Yes, Cindy remembered Sally from school. Sally told her she had
something to tell her, something really important. Could Cindy
come over to her house that afternoon, at around three o'clock?
At first Cindy tried to get Sally to give her the information
over the phone, but Sally was relentless and firm. It had to be
done in person, and it had to be done that afternoon.
As usual, Sally got her way.
She chose that particular time because her mother, a cocktail
waitress now in bed with her current shack-up, one of the
bartenders where she worked, would be out of the house by then,
leaving it deserted for Sally.
Sally's mother was strictly an animal: she drank like a fish,
fucked like a mink, ate like a pig and had the disposition of a
cobra. Sally got along with her usually drunk mother by simply
staying out of her way, either locking herself in her bedroom
while her mother was home, or going out and not returning until
the house was empty. Simple solutions were best, Sally had long
ago found out.
Her mother was gone by two, which gave Sally time to take a
quick bath and perfume her pussy and her tawny, ripening tits.
While she intended to do her share of sucking and teasing on
Cindy Jenkins' fabulous body, she was going to make damn
certain Cindy was going to return the lusty favor.
Sally smoked a little grass and made a stiff drink for
herself from her mother's ample supply of stolen liquor, which
the bartenders provided for her in return for her wild pussy.
Normally, Sally only drank a few beers, but this was a very
special occasion, a first for her.
And as the horny girl waited, smoking and drinking like a
nonchalant adult, she felt the smoldering of a fierce new
excitement in her blood. She'd made it with so many boys and
men, she didn't have the vaguest idea how a pussy would taste,
or what it would be like to suck on a pair of luscious tits
like Cindy's, or what it would feel like to finger-fuck another
girl.
If it were anyone but Cindy Jenkins, Sally would have had her
doubts. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by
dark hints of pussy-eating. But once Cindy knocked on her front
door and Sally let the girl into her house, watching Cindy's
lush curves bounce and sway beneath her snug summer dress,
Sally's doubts faded like mist in the morning sun.
In fact, gazing at Jenkins' daughter now, it was Sally who
was hotter than a smoking pistol, her lips tingling, her
fingers itching, her own slippery cunt throbbing and oozing
honey. Jesus, Cindy was a knockout! Taller, more exquisitely
curved and far classier than Sally, she generated the wildest
excitement in the younger girl, the most powerful erotic urges
Sally had ever felt.
Sally offered her a drink and Cindy accepted a glass of wine.
Like two girls playing grownups they faced each other in the
shabby living room. Sally made no apologies for the seediness
of her house. As ravishing as she was, Cindy Jenkins was still
only a middle-class broad, so what did she expect, the
penthouse of the Ritz-Waldorf?
"Now what's this big secret you couldn't tell me over the
phone?" Cindy asked, her face serious.
With typical no-nonsense directness, Sally patted the sofa-
seat beside her. "Come on over here, Cindy. I'll whisper it to
you," Sally grinned with lewd, wet lips.
Puzzled, Cindy settled beside the younger girl on the sofa.
Sally wore a light dress too, but she was naked beneath and her
fat little nipples jutted out with lush, sexy effect. Sally
hadn't made a single calculation or plan about her assault on
Jenkins' daughter. As usual, she would improvise, do what she
felt the situation called for, and now, as Cindy sat beside
her, Sally had a powerful hunch about what would turn the other
girl on.
"It's about your brother," Sally murmured, putting her arm
around Cindy's shoulder and leaning close so that her plump hot
tits brushed Cindy's bare arm. "And about your father."
"What about them?" Cindy whispered back, spellbound by
curiosity now. The wine, which she'd gulped down nervously, was
making her high too.
What would turn Cindy Jenkins on, Sally decided as she gazed
at that lovely, innocent face, was "dirty talk". Obscene words
turned a lot of girls on, some of them feverishly, but you had
to pick the right person. In this particular case, Cindy
Jenkins, while probably expressing outward horror, would love
it and get wildly, deliciously excited.
And not just any dirty-talk, but vulgar gossip about her own
brother and father. Because Sally, with her wide experience and
street cunning, knew that Cindy was not what she seemed to be
on the surface at all. That scrubbed, wholesome beauty would
fool a lot of people, but beneath that small town front, Cindy
was a ripe, passionate animal just like herself. Afraid to show
it, sure, but it was there all right. Sally could smell her hot
passion, her buried lust, the way a dog could sniff out a bone.
And caressing Cindy's arm softly now, working her fingers
over to her juicy tits straining at her dress, Sally began to
tell Jenkins' daughter in the most vulgar terms what it was
like to have sex with both her brother and her father.
She described in vivid detail the feel of her brother's huge,
pounding rod in her mouth, ramming lustfully away in her pussy,
then gorging her thrilled asshole. At first, Cindy stiffened
with shock, as Sally expected, but then beads of sweat dotted
Cindy's face and her luscious tits began heaving wildly and,
very gently, she began squirming her ass on the sofa as Sally
described her anal rape.
The younger girl had no way of knowing that Cindy had
experienced the very same sensations the night before, and that
it helped her cause considerably. In fact, what was really
happening was that Cindy was reliving her own depraved orgy
with her brother, the hot memory making her blood sing and her
skin tingle and her cunt throb. All of this was enhanced by
Sally's choice of obscene words, and by the fact that one of
her hands had moved down to Cindy's velvety bare thigh,
stroking and creeping upward beneath her hem to her burning
pussy. Cindy pretended not to notice ...
Now Sally's husky voice moved on to Cindy's father as she
recited the torrid encounter she'd had with him the night
before in his theater office. This time, Cindy was stunned --
as well as jealous and tremendously excited.
She knew that her father probably screwed around on her
mother, but not with little nymphos like Sally Owens! But as
Cindy listened in awe to Sally's vivid, obscene description of
her father naked, how his cum tasted and felt in her pussy and
asshole, how Sally had purposely called him Daddy, and his
lustful response with his massive prick quivering madly, Cindy
knew it had to be true.
And before Sally was halfway finished with her whispered
tale, Cindy's panties were soaked through with her excitement.
Sally had called him Daddy and he'd nearly shot off on the
spot! So he had the same idea in mind that had been tormenting
Cindy for months now!
Sitting side by side on the sofa with Sally's fingers now
rubbing Cindy's burning crotch, her other hand gently squeezing
and loving Cindy's ripe tits, the older girl began moaning
softly and spreading her thighs with fierce excitement.
God, how she'd love to have seen her rugged father fucking
Sally! She was hotly aware now that Sally was playing with her
steaming pussy, and she secretly prayed the girl would finger-
fuck her, would relieve her maddening sex-tension. Cindy shut
her eyes tightly, her tits heaving wildly, and spread her legs
wide, slumping further down on the sofa. With her skin flushed
almost crimson and her cunt gushing and throbbing eagerly,
Cindy was deliriously aroused, so primed her cunt felt like a
hair-trigger.
Quickly, Sally slid a finger inside the moist crotch of
Cindy's panties, found her juicy slit and began pumping gently.
Instantly the older girl was gasping and shuddering, locking
her thighs tightly on Sally's hand. Her breath was a loud rasp
in the living room as Sally finger-fucked her to a steady lewd
rhythm, both girls caught up in a fierce, depraved excitement.
It was the first sexual contact either of them had had with
another girl. And at their tender ages, it was deliciously
naughty and tremendously exciting, so much so for Cindy she was
already hunching her boiling cunt on Sally's jerking finger,
having a furious climax just to relieve the nerve-screaming
tension in her loins.
Whether Sally would have been successful with her blunt
assault if Cindy hadn't lost her cherry to her brother the
night before, if her feverish young sex-glands weren't humming
away like a blast furnace ever since their torrid session,
Sally would never know.
Or care.
Because right now all she wanted to do was suck on Cindy's
beautiful heaving tits and lewdly lick and kiss every inch of
her satiny skin before digging her mouth down between those
sleek tanned thighs.
But Sally continued finger-fucking Cindy for another two
minutes, slipping her hand inside the other girl's dress to
squeeze a burning tit and pinch the nipple while Cindy moaned
and gasped and trembled furiously, still coming over Sally's
stroking finger.
Sally didn't want a case of instant remorse or doubt on her
hands. She wanted to be absolutely sure Cindy wouldn't back out
once she stopped finger-fucking her, because she wanted to drag
the luscious schoolgirl into her bedroom where they could strip
and really get down to the raw wanton action.
"Oh Lord, it's hot!" cried Cindy, crushing her moist thighs
savagely on Sally's hand. "Ooooooh, jeeeez, I'm so worked up,
Sally! Unnnnngh! Ah, God, I'm still commmingggg!" Yessss! Mmmf!
Agh!"
Now Sally knew Jenkins' daughter couldn't back out if her
life depended on it, not in her deliriously hot state. Sally
jerked her finger out, which brought a painful cry of protest
from Cindy's lips.
Grabbing her hand, Sally pulled her off the sofa. "My
bedroom," she hissed. "Come on, Cindy, I'm hotter than hell
too! Let's just strip and have at it."
She pulled Cindy into the bedroom and shut the door. Now both
girls stripped urgently, watching each other with blazing eyes.
Gone was Sally's nonchalant poise and control. She was
astonished at her own wild lust, at the way her heart hammered
against her ribs and the way her fingers trembled as she
undressed.
And when she saw Cindy stark naked, she knew why. What an
incredibly gorgeous piece of pussy! What magnificent tits!
Cindy was the lush dream of every girl who ever yearned to be
sensuously stunning, the essence of pure classical sex-appeal
and lewd beauty, with honeyed tits and a deliciously ripe ass
and perfect silken legs.
It was the only time in her life Sally felt a brief stab of
regret that she wasn't a man and didn't have a prick ten inches
long.
When they were both naked, Sally wrapped her arms around the
other girl and pulled her onto her bed, rolling over so that
Cindy was beneath her. She kissed Jenkins' daughter
passionately on her sultry mouth, rubbing their swollen naked
tits and bellies together, their cunts grinding at each other
eagerly.
In Cindy's feverish state, she was twice as excited as she'd
been the night before with her own brother. She was shocked at
her own lustful behavior too, but it wasn't even a twinge
compared to the mad excitement she felt at having sex with
Sally Owens.
After Frenching Cindy for a minute and making eager fucking
motions with her dripping pussy, Sally slid down, pausing to
clutch a velvety tit in her greedy fingers and suck on the
nipple, teasing it with her teeth and tongue to make Cindy cry
out with urgency.
"Oh God, Sally, eat me! Eat my cunt, honey, I'm going crazy
with ... ooooooh, yessss! ... crazy with sex! So hot, my pussy
is so hot, hurry, honey, unnnmmmm!"
The passion between the two naked, feverish girls was
electrifying as Sally slid further down to lick and suck at the
soft flesh of Cindy's belly. Then Sally hunched between Cindy's
drawn-up thighs, clutching her naked ass tightly in her hands,
gazing with intense curiosity and fascination at Cindy's hotly
sucking cunt.
Although Sally had seen enough pricks in her tender young
lifetime to fill a scrapbook, she'd never before seen a pussy
close-up. She stared at the soft rosy lips, the juicy wetness,
the delicate pink color tinged with flaming red now, the silky
nest of curly cunt-hairs, and realized she'd never seen
anything so lovable, so utterly sweet and kissable in her life.
"Hurry!" wailed Cindy, clawing Sally's bare shoulders with
her nails, like pincers. "Going crazy! Eat me, darling!"
Instead, Sally showered a circle of kisses around Cindy's
fiercely throbbing slit, teasing her to near hysteria. Her
nostrils quivered at the heady fragrance of teenage pussy in
heat. Then Sally gave the pink flesh a cautious kiss, just to
see what it tasted like.
"Wow!" she whispered, her blood singing in her ears.
"Oooooooh, this is gonna be wild!"
A moment later Sally went delirious with hunger as the first
taste of tender young cunt triggered an insatiable craving in
her mouth. And with her first session of cunt-sucking, Sally
brought to it all the expertise and artistry she'd lavished on
countless cocks over the years.
She began by whipping her tongue in and out of Cindy's
succulent pussy, scooping up her honey with deep moans of lust,
bringing her partner a second shattering orgasm that left red
claw-marks on Sally's smooth back. Then Sally pushed back on
Cindy's belly with one hand to expose her tiny clit bud, its
hot little tip quivering with joy. Sally planted her tingling
lips on it and sucked, flicking her tongue against it to make
Cindy scream and shudder madly as a third, nerve-racking climax
tore through her loins.
By now Cindy was in a frenzy of passion, rocking and
thrashing as the younger girl greedily sucked her off,
surprising Cindy again and again with hot new thrills One
minute Sally was tenderly kissing her boiling slit. The next
she was sucking furiously at her cuntlips, then wriggling her
long tongue deep into Cindy's crack to make her quiver like a
bowstring.
Now Jenkins' daughter twined her fingers in Sally's hair and
tugged desperately to vent her maddening excitement, raising
her knees high to dig her heels into Sally's shoulders. She
fucked the girl's face with savage jerks of her frantic
exploding pussy, incoherent raving coming from her lips.
"Unnngh! Love you, Sally! Love your mouth! Ooooooh, darling
honey sweetheart, aaaaaaah! Oh, lover, suck it, eat it, harder,
faster, eat meeeee! Suck it foreverrrrr!"
This was not the first time Cindy had her luscious pussy
eaten. Her brother had been unable to resist it the night
before. For that matter, Cindy was the kind of sensuous, ripely
stunning girl who immediately triggered the hot desire to go
down on her when any man looked at her.
But her brother's eager venture into oral sex with Cindy was
a shabby echo compared to what maddening little Sally Owens was
doing to her at this moment. Now the horny girl had snuggled
her mouth down to Cindy's tender asshole, and suddenly flicked
her wet tongue deep. She wriggled and churned it until Cindy's
mind was reeling with ecstasy and her thrilled asshole felt
faint with bliss.
And while Cindy climaxed again and again, fierce, spine-
tingling orgasms that made her entire naked body quiver
hysterically with rapture, Sally discovered that she had found
a thrilling new mission in life, a wild new hunger that was
every bit as profound and lusty as her obsession with huge
cocks.
Because if Cindy was now hooked on being voraciously eaten by
sexy young girls, Sally was now feverishly addicted to the
sweet delights of cunt-sucking. Cindy's burning pussy was
streaming hot nectar into her eager mouth, wildly delicious
pussy-juice that was utterly different from a man's come, like
delicate wine compared to raw whiskey.
Sally had never felt anything remotely like the strange
ecstasy of having a luscious young cunt smearing her face
obscenely with liquid love, of having sweet burning thighs
crushing her cheeks, a silky hot ass bouncing madly in her
fingers, cries of girlish lust echoing in her ears.
A natural for oral sex ever since she could remember, Sally
Owens' worship of stiff, throbbing pricks now had a serious
rival.
And she couldn't get enough of her thrilling new love either.
After twenty minutes of furious kissing and sucking and
lapping and lewd tongue-lashing, after a series of violent
orgasms that racked Cindy's body like an electric current
ripping through her exploding loins, Cindy desperately tried
to escape Sally's lust-crazed mouth.
But the younger girl clung to her hips fiercely, her mouth
locked savagely to Cindy's juicy slit in a leech-like grip of
raw hunger. And the cause of Sally's insane greed wasn't just
the obscene feel of Cindy's sweet pussy grinding to her mouth,
squirming with wet fire.
Without knowing it, men had spoiled her.
Sally's sex-drive functioned like virtually everyone else's,
men and women alike. You put your lips or pussy or cock in an
erotically stimulating place and you got your reward, a thick
hot flood of it if you were a girl.
And because Sally had gone down on so many men over the years
and always got her reward in the form of a fiery flood, she was
now conditioned to gulping down torrents of pungent male cum.
But a girl's pussy didn't function that way. Cunt-honey did
not spurt in torrents, it oozed and seeped and in some cases,
like Cindy's, gushed in a small but steady stream of hot
passion. There were no violent spurts of boiling jism, no great
machinegun-like bursts of stinging cream, just a relentless
flow of delicious pussy-juice.
And Sally's feverish mouth was so used to thick spurts, the
stream of utterly sweet honey trickling into her eager mouth
only whetted her appetite into a frenzy. She wanted more of
Cindy's wildly exciting juices, yearned for a gallon of it
flooding her throat and pouring into her stomach. Her lips and
tongue, so accustomed to the sharp spurts of jism, worked into
a delirium of greed while they waited for their just reward.
In due time Sally would, of course, orient herself to pussy-
eating and to the disappointing fact that the boiling sharp
spurts she loved so dearly would not be forthcoming no matter
how eagerly she sucked a girl off. She would simply learn to be
satisfied with a juicy trickle, steady if small, like a
babbling brook instead of a bursting dam, when she greedily
went down on a girl.
But with her voracious mouth now savagely locked to Cindy's
delicious cunt, Sally had no interest in analyzing her greed.
She wanted more of the girl's steaming honey and, goddammit,
the way to get it was to suck faster and harder and more
eagerly.
Which she did with a blazing singleness of purpose.
Whimpering that she couldn't take any more, that she would go
insane if Sally didn't stop, Cindy went into unbearable spasms
of excitement, her tits heaving furiously, her eyes glazed with
shock, her naked soft flesh shuddering in violent tremors of
runaway lust.
She tried tugging viciously at Sally's hair, clawing her
shoulders; pounding with her fists, wrenching her hips free,
but all to no avail. In her attempts to free herself Cindy
gradually and desperately worked her way off the bed and onto
the carpet, which didn't deter the young nympho in the
slightest. Sally would stay riveted to the source of her new
ecstasy, would pursue it to the ends of the earth if she had
to, intent only on filling her crazed mouth with more thrilling
cunt-honey.
Only when Cindy suddenly went limp, fainting dead away, did
Sally slowly come to her senses. While Cindy's pussy kept
spasming with a will of its own, she noticed her sexy partner
wasn't moving. Not an inch.
In a daze herself, Sally reluctantly tore her mouth away from
Cindy's juicy slit. She licked at the sticky-sweet fluid on her
cheeks, moaning happily. God, eating pussy was fantastic! Then
she crawled up beside Cindy on the floor, panting for breath
and staring down at her with concern.
"Hey, Cindy! You okay, honey?" she said. She gently slapped
Cindy's cheeks and the girl moaned and stirred, her eyes trying
to focus on Sally.
"Nnnnnnmmmm, oh God, no more," sobbed Cindy. "Can't take any
more! Just let me rest, please, Sally, just, whew, let me,
ooooooh, stop coming ..."
"Gee, I did get carried away a little, didn't I?" Sally said
with regret. She clutched Cindy's beautiful naked tits in her
fingers and massaged them lustfully, her own cunt now a
throbbing ache demanding its own due.
"Okay, no more for a while, Cindy," the younger girl told
her, "but I'm gonna kiss you all over, everywhere but your
delicious pussy, so don't get panicky now, right?"
Sally had never seen skin so silky and glowing as Cindy's,
and she began licking it in a strange ritual of sex-worship,
moving down from Cindy's arms to her gorgeous tits and over her
belly. She took great care not to come too close to Cindy's
twitching pussy, but she slavishly kissed and licked her moist
inner thighs, then every inch of her satiny slender legs, then
her toes and the soles of her feet.
It was a tongue-bath, a gently thrilling tribute to Cindy's
sensuous beauty. And a blissful relief to Cindy after Sally's
maddening blowjob.
Gently, Sally turned her over and worked her lips and tongue
back up Cindy's naked flesh, kissing her voluptuous ass with
hot whimpers of delight, lasciviously tickling Cindy's tender
asshole with her tongue. Not harsh and greedy, like before, but
a dreamy slow probing with her long tongue, reviving Cindy to a
fresh new excitement, a languorous, easy-going excitement, not
violent and urgent as before.
With her usual cunning, Sally now gently nudged Cindy onto
her side on the floor, and worked her body around so that her
thighs were edging close to Cindy's ripe mouth, while Sally
nibbled on her bellybutton and toyed with her asscheeks.
Cindy's glazed eyes watched in fascination as the other
girl's tiny pink pussy moved closer. A whiff of sex-fragrance
drifted into Cindy's nostrils and she licked her lips and
moaned softly.
Then she reached out and clutched Sally's tawny ass in her
fingers. Taking a deep breath, Cindy buried her face into the
steaming heat of Sally's thighs.
And at her first taste of hot young pussy, Jenkins' daughter
went almost as wild as Sally. She moaned deep in her throat and
crushed her mouth ravenously to the younger girl's squirming
cunt. She buried her face between Sally's plump thighs as if
finding a warmth and security and magnetic lure she'd never
before known.
And she began giving Sally a feverishly hot blowjob in return
for the other girl's thrilling assault. Cindy plunged her
tongue madly into the juicy depths and caressed and squeezed
and loved the naked hot flesh of Sally's ass as she devoured
her with soaring lust, feeling the same strange delicious guilt
and mind-whirling giddiness Sally had felt when she'd first
eaten pussy.
Now Sally forgot her caution and her promise not to suck off
the other girl any more. She couldn't resist those sleek
thighs, that boiling young cunt, and she quickly dug her
burning lips and tongue into Cindy's pussy, which was still
gently spasming from her last violent orgasm.
Facing each other's crotches as they lay side by side on the
floor, the two schoolgirls ate each other with savage passion,
unable to get enough of each other's honey, groaning and
jerking and rocking as they began shifting on the carpet, their
tongues working hotter and faster and more greedily each time
their pussies erupted with cum.
For a few minutes Cindy was on top, ramming her head down
between Sally's trembling thighs, her feverish tits digging and
rubbing into Sally's soft belly. Then they rolled over and
Sally was on top, becoming the hungry aggressor.
Now that Cindy's complete attention was riveted to her new
passion, the taste of Sally's juicy slit grinding lewdly to her
mouth, the climaxes shattering through her cunt weren't nearly
as nerve-racking or intense.
For a solid twenty minutes the two teenagers moaned and
thrashed and rocked in sixty-nine on the floor of Sally's
bedroom, oblivious to everything but the lustful taste and
thrilling feel of tender hot pussy oozing sweet honey over
their faces.
It was Sally who gave up first, on the verge of total
exhaustion. Still Cindy clung to her thighs with blazing
hunger, now snaking her tongue deep in Sally's tingling
asshole, tracing her burning tongue-tip up along the crack of
Sally's asscheeks to give her a teasing new thrill, then
dipping back down to resume her lust-crazed blowjob.
And now it was Sally who was on the defensive, trying
desperately to escape Cindy's wild, relentless mouth sucking
her off in a pure frenzy of excitement. After a frantic
struggle, Sally finally wrenched free and whimpered, shaking
her head, dazed. Her pussy was numb.
For a couple of minutes both girls lay sprawled on the
carpet, heaving for breath, their wild eyes watching each other
with insatiable lust.
"I've sixty-nined with guys before," panted Sally, "but, oh,
honey, it sure wasn't like that! Wheeewwww ..."
"I could do it all night with you," whispered Cindy
feverishly, licking her lips at the lingering taste of Sally's
luscious little cunt.
"But not now," Sally cautioned, getting up. "I don't know
about you, baby, but my twat feels like raw hamburger! Let's
drink a little wine and smoke a little grass, okay?"
Cindy had only smoked grass once before in her life and she
didn't like it, feared the strange feeling of soaring
detachment, of being so high she felt out of control. But with
Sally it seemed natural.
Thirty minutes later found both girls lying side by side on
the carpet, giggling and half-drunk with their sexy addition to
each other. Cindy began to lewdly finger-fuck Sally, and a
minute later both of them were stroking their fingers rapidly
in each other's wildly sucking pussies, moaning and coming all
over each other's hands.
By the time Cindy left an hour later, both girls were humming
and glowing with fierce satisfaction, both of them feverishly
excited at their new discovery. Sally had not forgotten her
promise to Cindy's father. She told Cindy -- didn't ask, but
ordered her -- to return to her house at three the next
afternoon. Sally's mother would be gone.
But she did not tell her new conquest that her own father
would show up too. It would be a surprise for Cindy.
It would also be a surprise for Jenkins, because Sally had no
intention of telling him that Cindy would be there.
One of Sally's irresistible qualities was her impish charm,
her love of fun and games. Along with her simple quality of
getting things done without horsing around, it would someday
make Sally very rich and famous.
Even though at this moment she was nothing more than the town
nympho, who'd just discovered she loved to eat pussy as much as
she loved going down on a man.
That would help make her rich and famous too ...