No More Wasted Time: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Finally, though, she’d had enough and rolled onto her back, pulling Krissy on top of her. She spread her legs and with her hands on Krissy’s shoulders, pushed Krissy’s head down to where she needed it. No more waiting.

“Oh my fucking god!” Krissy mewled. “I can’t believe I finally get to do this!”

That was the last thing she said.

Becca cried out as Krissy’s tongue began its work on her pussy, licking up all that wetness and then pushing inside her just a little bit to get more of it. Her inner walls were fluttering rapidly and her toes were curling as if trying to grab the bedsheets. Krissy was ignoring her clit for now, apparently contenting herself with licking and drinking from Becca’s source, the bundled nerve endings at Becca’s entrance electrified and sending pleasure all through the lower half of her body.

Krissy is eating me out! Oh fuck…Krissy is eating me out!

Krissy slid her hands under Becca’s ass, raising her pelvis slightly and then…

Fucking hell!

Becca’s eyes snapped open and she looked down at the auburn-haired head between her legs.

Christ almighty!

How long was Krissy’s tongue?

Becca’s eyes started to roll back and her cheeks started going numb as more of the blood in her body flowed to her hyper-aroused pussy. She had never been penetrated so deeply with a tongue! The sensations of that writhing and wriggling appendage licking parts of her passage never before licked were mind-blowing, bringing her even faster to the point of no return.

“Krissy! My fucking GOD!”

How had she never noticed this about her best friend before? Of course, how often do grown-up women have occasion to display their tongues to one another?

This was far different than having fingers or a dildo inside her. Far different and far better.

She was almost there! She was going to come just by being tongue-fucked by Krissy. She knew Krissy must realize it, that her freakishly long tongue must be able to feel how Becca’s opening and inner walls were starting to quiver and convulse more rapidly.

The inevitable explosion came when Krissy, keeping her wriggling tongue deep inside Becca, pinched Becca’s clit and started stroking it.

A flash of white light—like the flashbulbs of those news photographers—burst behind Becca’s eyelids.

“Kri-SEEEEEEEEE!” Her scream was blood-curdling, even to her own ears, as her pussy quaked with the release of the orgasm, clenching inside, convulsing on the outside, her pooled arousal being pushed out.

“Mmmmm,” Krissy hummed, her tongue still whipping around inside, Becca knowing that at this point, Krissy was drinking what her pussy was giving her.

Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through Becca and she grabbed her own breasts, arcing her back while pinching her nipples, continuing to cry out for the duration of it until, finally, the orgasm petered out and Becca collapsed her back onto the mattress, letting out a huge breath.

Krissy, after withdrawing that incredible tongue and kissing Becca’s still tingling pussy a couple of times, came up from between her legs, looked down at her, quirked an eyebrow and said, “Surprise!”

“Let me see it,” Becca said and then gasped when Krissy rolled out her tongue to full length. “Holy shit,” she muttered, her voice trembling slightly. That tongue was long. Even more sensationally, Becca could see it streaked with bits of her own come that Krissy had yet to swallow.

Once more, she placed her hands on Krissy’s shoulders and pushed her head back down to her pussy.

“I need more of that, please!” she said and then let out a guttural cry when Krissy complied.

When the second orgasm hit a few minutes later, Becca bucked so hard on the bed that she actually flipped herself over and screamed into the mattress.

***

They eventually stopped at close to four a.m. After that first round of orgasms, the two women then spent slow, purposeful moments exploring each other. For Becca, the freedom to finally touch, caress, kiss and lick any part of Krissy’s body she wanted to, felt like being set free. It didn’t even have to be any of Krissy’s sexy bits, either. At one point, she thanked the stars for being able to kiss the crook of Krissy’s elbow. At another point, she felt like the luckiest woman alive to be able to bu

ry her nose in Krissy’s underarm and inhale her musk now that her deodorant was wearing off.

Krissy, meanwhile, did the same—exploring Becca like a traveler scouting a new land. She kissed each of Becca’s fingertips; she turned Becca face-down and licked the entirety of her back, telling Becca that every time she had given her a back rub she dreamed of doing that. She sucked on each of Becca’s toes.

They fucked some more, of course; each of them taking turns topping the other, thrusting into the bottom with fingers while their breasts and nipples rubbed against together.