“There’s nothing like a good climax to take away a person’s self consciousness,” Amy told me. “When you’ve come like that in front of your friends, there’s no reason to hold back anything any longer!”

“You’re right,” I had to admit. “You’ve seen me come, and that really breaks the ice, I guess.”

“She was still fingering herself, slow and easy, and I could see that she was really turned on by it all. Her fingers were dripping wet from the pussy drip she’d turned out and the lips- great, thick flaps of meat that looked like they’d really be sensitive-were just covered with that clear oil a woman produces when she’s really up for screwing or something.

“Could I ask you something personal?” she said, getting up on her knees, but still keeping that one hand in place. “I’ve never felt a cherry. Would you mind if I felt yours? Please?”

“If you want to,” I said.

“He was still under me, of course, and he opened me up with his hands, pulling the lips of my pussy apart and making it easier for her to run a finger into the mouth of my cunt. She felt around and -when she was satisfied she pulled her finger out, and then she licked it off! Man that was really something, looking ‘at her lick her own finger after she’d had it in my cunt! That really got to me! Then she wanted me to turn around and get over him so I could rub the head of his dick over my pussy.

“You don’t have to worry about him coming,” she said. “But I guess you already know that be holds off his come as long as he wants to. Why don’t you try getting over him and running just the head of his cock into the mouth of your cunt? Not enough to burst that precious cherry, of course, just enough to give yourself a good feeling? I love seeing his prick nosing into a sweet, hot pussy!”