Jean squirmed anxiously on the bed. Her obvious arousal made Eileen's cunt hot. "Please, come here! Oh Eileen, you're so beautiful!"

It amazed the brunette to think how quickly their relationship had progressed from intimacy to great passion. It seemed the most natural thing in the world now for them to be together like this, to be craving the taste of one another's wet cunts. She made Jean tremble just a few moments longer, anticipating the moment when they would come together. Then, because she herself could stand the raw wanting no longer, she climbed onto the bed. Her cunt hovered over Jean's face as she buried her head back in the damp furrow of the younger woman's pussy. Her tongue resumed its labors at the place it had left off – Jean's hard clitoris!

"Oh, God!" Jean wailed. At first she was intimidated by the hairy black thatch that was squirming just a couple of inches above her face. Jean was suddenly unsure that she would know what to do to please another woman. Eileen's pussy looked like a strange little animal… with unknown desires and cravings.

It was the pleasure that hot from her clitoris as Eileen licked it that made Jean take the plunge. Her tongue dove deep up through Eileen's pussy-hair. It found firm slick flesh, Eileen's clitoris. She began to lick it, the way she felt her own cunt being licked. The taste was good. Her tongue drove deeper, toward her cunt, looking for more juices. Scarcely knowing how it had happened, Jean was suddenly absorbed in eating her best friend's pussy. She knew now that there was nothing alien about Eileen's pussy. It had the same desires and cravings as her own. When she dealt out the pleasure as she received it, Eileen moaned the way she did. It was easy. And it was incredibly erotic.