The man sucked the nipple and soon engulfed a goodly portion of the firm-looking breast with his greedily sucking mouth. The woman squirmed her ass on the mattress and used her own hands to cram more flesh into the man's mouth. Soon he moved over and lavished the same attentions upon the other thrusting mound of taut-tipped flesh. Stacy wondered, as she had so many times before, just how it'd feel to have her own titties tongued and sucked.

"That feels damned good, Stacy! Only it feels twice as good when both titties are being sucked at the same time by two different fellows!" Stacy knew that Betty couldn't really read her mind, even if it did seem that way. She suddenly wished that she was as experienced as Betty. The worrying about taking so many important steps would at least be over, even if it turned out that she only had more worries of a different kind and they were much more serious. Which was the trouble, of course. Once a girl went all the way she could never retreat, and she'd had the romantic dreams about saving herself for a future husband for a long, long time.

The man left the breasts and trailed his mouth down along the woman's squirming body. He darted his tongue around and then into the deep belly button. Then he kissed and licked his way lower, skirting around the short, dark pubic hairs, going out near one of her rounded hips, and on down to her inner thighs when she parted her legs. He tongued both thighs and then ran the flat of his tongue up through her gaping gash. She lurched upward, but he pulled away and slipped his hands under her legs, behind her knees, and folded her legs back until her thighs were mashed against her titties.