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.