As our mouths and bodies touched, an electric charge hit us both. We embraced.
Our arms were motivated by a crushing hungry force as we pressed our bodies together with fever. Her tits against mine were like two burning coals as we pressed our pelvis bones hard against each other. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt along her teeth and gums. The soft skin under her tongue felt like the burning flesh between the lips of my pussy, soft as velvet. Then she was sucking my tongue as deep into her mouth as she could pull it.
I freed one hand and slid, it between our bodies in answer to an unbearable urge to feel her breasts and fondle them, knead them and the hard nipples. Her heat against my hand spread up my arm and straight to the core of my sexual being, matching the fire in me that was consuming my senses.
She was running her soft hands along my spine, and the small of my back, caressing the round, firm globes of my buttocks. Tearing my mouth from hers, I began kissing all along her neck and ears then, bending, I caught her breast to my hot mouth, sucking the nipple in, nibbling on it lightly. She was squirming almost as much as I was, and she was mouthing words of bye. "God, yes. Suck it. It's so good. Please!"
An insane urge to devour her was driving me on as I sucked on her other breast and played a hand over her tight, quivering, stomach muscles. I felt her arch her hips, urging my hand downward. My thigh muscles were trembling as her hand caressed me. I left a hand on her breast, fondling it, and began kissing along her stomach: it shook her, so badly that she was writhing beneath the onslaught. Her hands were in my hair one moment, then trying to pull my head or press it to her arching pelvis as she tilted it up toward me.
"Sheila! God, please, don't stop!"
Her voice was rasping in the heat of her passion; I had no intention of stopping as my own passions were rampant. I didn't know what I was doing; it just seemed to be natural, what I'd like done to my own body.
Spreading her legs, I kissed along the inside of her thighs as the first wisps of the musky smell of her love box reached my nostrils. It drove me wilder as I looked at the slightly parted lips of her pussy, glistening with her secretions.
A hunger to taste her sex pulled me to her pussy. I let my lips brush hers. They were puffy in her need. Her hands caught my head and crushed my mouth to her as she arched her burning love box to me.
I let my tongue explore her moist cleft, tasting her juices cautiously, then hungrily, as a whimpering moan of sheer delight came from her throat. I pushed my tongue bravely into her hole, then let it come up to where I had captured the hard, protruding bud of her clit. Sucking it into my mouth, I played my tongue over it lovingly, savoring the taste of her and the heady fragrance of her musky sex.
Her hips were pressing her crotch into my face as we set a rhythm to our delicious madness. I slid my middle finger into the tight bud of her anus, wet with her juices and those slipping from my mouth, as my tongue darted and flew over her button. I began working my finger in and out of her anus, with each inward thrust she'd push her ass onto it as hard as she could impale herself.
"Sheila, oh, eat me, finger me, it all feels sooo good! Umph, oh, yes, fuck my ass. I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming!"
She was into the throes of a wild soul-shattering climax, then another, each shaking her like a rag doll. I was nearly as delirious as she was with desire and this forbidden sex. I wanted to drink every drop of her juice from her pussy, lap it until it was dry. Then her whole body tightened and arched, the muscles of her stomach standing out taut as she trembled from head to foot in the wildest, most shaking climax ever. There was a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her mouth, was screwed up, and she was biting her lower lip. Her glazed eyes were rolled back. Then her body collapsed to the bed. Her clenched, little fists relaxed as a deep sigh escaped her.
Her sexual excitement had mounted so intensely that when her final exploding climax was over, she fainted.
I was nearly as frantic in my own need and in a frenzy to feel my own climactic release. I returned to the position of lying alongside of Barb and sank my fingers into my wet heated depths, rubbing the heel of my hand hard against my clit. It was sticking out hard from its sheath and I was beside myself. I was whimpering as my hunger sent me racing towards wild, primitive abandon. Then I went wild as I felt Barb's mouth cover my tit and suck the hard nipple into it. It felt like little tiny pricks of heat hitting me everywhere her tongue touched.
Her hand pulled mine away from my pussy. She raised her head and whispered hoarsely, "It's my turn to do you, now."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes!"
Her head returned to my other tit, then she began to trail her tongue over my tits, then worked down. Again the licking, tiny flames were burning into my flesh, searing me to my cunt. I was the one begging for her to hurry now, pleading, whimpering for her to sate my thirst.