Starlight XXXplorers
Enjoying Inner Spaces in Outer Space
Chapter 3
Where Wendy 'Hotpants' and the alluring Priscilla Ward usher
their woman-on-woman encounter into its stellar glory.
Wendy and Priscilla became more impassioned in their explorations of each other's bodies. The silky material of Wendy's bed cushioned their entwined bodies as their lips continued to kiss, their hands roaming freely. Wendy bent her head to Pris' breast and sucked greedily on one dark nipple.
Finally, she finally could control her desire no longer, and her hand slid down Pris' taut belly and sought out the waistband of Pris' panties. Diving underneath, her fingers grazed across the tight and trimmed curls nesting inside. The warmth from farther down beckoned. Pris gasped lightly as Wendy's fingers continued to slide lower, falling under Wendy's spell, Pris shifted a leg to open the way.
Wendy obliged by sliding her hand the final few inches and cupped Pris' heated labia with her fingers. Pris moaned. Wendy worked her fingers gently and slowly over the other woman's pussy. As she dipped her middle finger between the previously closed lips she drew out some of the wetness from within. She patiently spread the slick wetness all around the outer lips of Pris' pussy, massaging the soft fleshy folds. She gently sought out the bud of the clit, tentatively stroking it, teasing its hooded hiding spot. Every motion brought more juices flowing into Pris' vagina, and soon Wendy's fingers were slick with it.
Pris' hips gently gyrated in time with the motion of Wendy's hand, and the blonde started spending more time tweaking the now engorged clitty between her fingers. Pris opened her legs wide, fully lost to the attentions of the curly blonde wrapped in her arms.
With the sixth sense she had, Wendy slid down Pris' body without a word until her head was positioned between the other woman's thighs. Locking eyes with the titillated Priscilla, Wendy lowered her mouth to the other's dripping honey pot.
Pris' back arched in pure pleasure as Wendy's mouth pressed into her labia. She felt Wendy's tongue flick out and lap with expert strokes. Pris wrapped one hand in Wendy's yellow curls spilling between her thighs while the other sought out one of her own breasts. She kneaded her sensitive flesh as Wendy's mouth thrummed on her kitty.
Pris let out heavy moans and her hips continued to grind of their own accord. Wendy's hands slid under Pris' backside and gave her purchase on the squirming body.
As the minutes flew by, Wendy smiled in glee as she felt Pris building toward release. Pris pussy became wetter and wetter, slick juices mingling with Wendy's own salivations. Her tongue performed long strokes dipping first into the entrance to Pris' vagina and pulling upward to slurp over the hard bud of the clit at the top.
Pris' body tingled with electric fire that was centered on the point where Wendy's golden head nestled into the pleasure point between her spread thighs. Finally, with a shout of pure ecstasy, Pris' climax crashed through her over stimulated loins. Her vagina muscles contracted over and over and waves of vaginal juices gushed outward, past her throbbing labia, coating Wendy's lips and chin. Wendy drew back in surprise and the final few jets of warm, clear fluid shot across the gap and splattered into Wendy's low hanging breasts.
Wendy watched intently as the orgasmic spasms subsided and juice trickled out of Pris' trembling labia to the damp sheets below. Wendy looked up, and Pris noted her surprised expression. "Wow," was all Wendy could manage to say.
Pris was trying to calm down her heavy breathing, her breasts rising and falling with her chest. "Should I have warned you?" she asked breathlessly.
"No, I loved it!" Wendy said. "I've heard that some women do that, but never seen it. It was awesome."
Pris smiled, and then giggled as she saw how wet Wendy's face and chest were. Pussy juice dripped from the blonde's chin and ran in rivulets into her cleavage and off her breasts. "You're a mess," Pris teased.
Wendy smiled seductively. "Sweet, tart pussy juice....ummmm, nothing better." She licked her lips and stuck her damp fingers into her pouty mouth. She gave Pris a wink then slipped form the bed and disappeared into the small bathroom. She returned in a moment, drying her face and chest off with a towel. She used it gently on Pris still sopping pussy as well, then tossed it aside and slid back into Pris' welcoming arms.
"That was wonderful," Pris commented.
"Ummm," was all the reply she got, as Wendy's lips once again found Pris' own. Though the wetness was gone from Wendy's lips, they still smelled and tasted of Pris' fragrant orgasm. This renewed Pris' arousal, tasting herself on Wendy's hungry lips. Soon her mind brought images of Wendy's own pussy to mind and she needed to see it for real. "I taste me," Pris whispered into Wendy's mouth, "But now I want to taste you."
"Yes!" Wendy said happily. "Lick my little kitty."
"I'm afraid I may not be as talented as you," Pris admitted. Wendy responded by planting a kiss on Pris' forehead. "Practice makes perfect," she said.
Pris shimmied down and Wendy pulled her knees up and spread her creamy thighs wide, giving Pris full access to her waiting pussy. Pris took in the view, realizing that seeing it so close and glorious was better than any imaging's she'd had. The patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair pointed directly down to the soft, pink folds below. Wendy's labia looked to be more puffy and tightly closed than Pris' own.