with their mouths glued together, their arms around one another’s waists, and their legs intertwined like vines around a rod. For a moment I was disgruntled at having my pleasure cut off so abruptly, but immediately new possibilities offered themselves.
I sat up and watched. The sight filled my eyes the way a Boston cream pie fills my mouth. Too much richness to take in all at once. For a moment it looked like a woman lying next to a mirror, with the mirror making subtle changes. Regina’s great ass tightened and loosened, moved back and forth as she brought her cunt to bear against Kathy’s box. And opposite, Kathy’s smaller ass, which was flabbier but more knowing, looser but more decadent, rode in a small jiggling rhythm as she used her cunt more expertly, dipping the pubic bone down and thrusting it between Regina’s thighs. Their mouths were as engulfing as elephant cunts, and they sucked and bit at each other’s lips and tongues, as though it were a matter of life and death to draw some vital fluid out of the other’s body.
At this point it was pure flaming passion, with no self-consciousness or effort. The fire seared them both and they were groping now with their hands, taking their fill of one another’s asses and backs and faces. Regina made a sound like buttons running down the ribs of a washboard when a shirt is being scrubbed, and then collapsed suddenly, letting her body go small and burying her face in Kathy’s throat. Her knees buckled and she drew them toward her belly. Kathy propped herself up on one elbow and with her other hand reached down slowly, deliberately, and cupped Regina’s cunt. For a long while Regina just lay there, and then her legs began to open, majestically. Kathy’s hand went lower and I watched her put a single finger forward, up, and just barely between Regina’s cunt lips. She sighed a long quavering sigh, and her head came back, and her face came up. She had the look of a saint with a beatific vision. She opened her eyes and found herself staring full into Kathy’s face. Within a split second a universe of changes took place in her, all her conditioning and emotions and ideas about things rushed past with lightning speed, were checked and discarded, and what was left was the sense of pure bliss. I couldn’t see Kathy’s eyes, but I imagine she was recording parallel changes. Regina’s look just seemed to open and open and open, as though she were receiving understanding without limit, as though she were finally seeing something for the first time. I have never seen her look so much a woman as at that moment, when she let herself be touched and loved by a woman, and could accept it with all its ambivalence and crashing beauty. Kathy made a sound deep in her throat and said, “Yes, baby, yes.” And then Regina was in her arms, kissing her throat, moving her head down and lapping at her nipples. She took Kathy’s breast in her mouth and sucked at it with enough energy to drain it dry. Her hands came up around Kathy’s shoulders, and she lay back, drawing Kathy on top of her.
Kathy disengaged herself and let Regina lie there a long time, just watching her, and then she looked up at me. Some obscure warning bell went off in an untended corner of my mind, and my instinct was to continue sitting just where I was, but the sight of Regina stretched out like that, waiting, open, languorous, unnerved me. I scooted down and sat myself between her legs. Her cunt was copiously wet and little tremors made the insides of her thighs dance. My cock got hard at once, and completely silenced the clanging in my head. I leaned forward and lowered myself gently onto the waiting body.
The minute I entered her I knew it was wrong. It felt good to me, but she tensed immediately. All of a sudden my cock felt like a crude instrument, an ugly insensitive tool which had no business thrashing around such a fragile and almost other-worldly thing as a cunt. All the tales and horror stories
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