The girl's hot mouth was slipping farther down her body, the wet, tickly tongue drawing a fiery trail over her rib cage, then down to her quaking tummy.

"A crazy pussy, too," Bettina whispered. "All that cunt hair, so rich and black, so deep. It's steaming, Lauralee."

Lauralee jerked uncontrollably when she felt hot breath blowing into the edge of her pubic hair, when she learned the flicking caress of that educated tongue. Now Bettina's hands were firmly gripping her thighs, spreading them wider, and her drilling tongue burrowed its way into the shaggy hair.

Now it thrust deep into the fur, and strongly against her labia, sending a shock wave throughout Lauralee's straining body. Her vulva quivered, and she gasped when the girl's tongue delved through the lips and into the pulsing wet cavity itself. She had never felt anything like it, never even imagined the sensuous contact or the spiralling thrills that shot up into her vagina.

Then Bettina was shoving her entire face into Lauralee's crotch, forcing her mouth to cover the shuddering cunt lips, and sucking – oh Lord, sucking! Colors flashed before her eyes, and keening sounds hissed through her clenched teeth. Oh no – it just couldn't be happening to her, she couldn't be letting this occur.

But she was and it was, and her entire aching body was glorying in the experience, wriggling and heaving, and the nipples of her breasts were so rigid they felt as if they might snap off. Her thighs moved together, caressing the honey-blonde head between them, and Bettina's hands fondled the uptilting cheeks of Lauralee's ass.

ASS, she thought; not buttocks, but ASS, and the honesty of the word was good inside her head. She rolled her ass and surged her pelvis, forcing her pussy lips deeper into the eagerly gulping mouth fastened so greedily to them. The girl's tongue darted and curled, acting like a small penis within the satin folding of the sheath, and Lauralee revelled in the magic sensations that were flooding her being.