Kat hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sally Ann's pajama bottoms and slid them off. Kelly and J.J. had gone completely silent, either finished with each other or, more likely, taking a little rest between bouts. In the quiet Sally's heavy breathing was clearly audible as Kat pulled her legs apart, breathing deeply the waft of female arousal that drifted up from her nether regions.
When Kat's tongue touched her pussy, Sally went stiff as a board and dug her hands into the ground for support. She didn't make a sound, though, and remained completely mute as Kat licked all around her vulva and inner thighs, then parted her lips and found her clit. Kat was inspired, intoxicated, feeling the pleasure reverberate through the redhead's body. It was a spiritual experience, almost; Kat forgot herself completely, her own ecstasy and Sally's becoming as one.
When Sally came Kat felt the power of the orgasm rip through her like an electric shock, accompanied by a very quiet, muffled, but delicious whimper. Kat savored the feeling for a minute -- kissing Sally's nipples, naughtily slipping one juice-slick finger into Sally's mouth -- before diving in again. Keeping her right on the brink, Kat gave Sally a series of explosive orgasms, and by the time she came up for air Sally was unconscious. There was just enough light to make out the sweet and innocent but unmistakably satisfied smile on her face.
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Kat awoke the next morning to the first hints of sunshine and a very pleasant sensation between her legs. Sally Ann, who was very susceptible to guilt in all its forms, had woken up feeling guilty for a new reason: because she had received so much pleasure while giving none. She pulled off Kat's panties and for awhile just lay staring into the blonde's crotch. She'd never seen a vagina close up like this before, and found it fascinating, beautiful, but a little intimidating. Tentatively, Sally extended her tongue and took a little taste; Kat encouraged her with a sigh and shifted positions to give Sally better access.