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full view of what he was missing. Of what he’d given up for
that stupid little kitty cat. Of what he was never going to have again, if
Whitney had anything to say about it.
    Then
Whitney dove back in, mouth fastened on Meg’s mound, using her expert tongue on
her friend’s sweet little clit while she worked the straps on the stupid gear
they’d put on. She wanted Meg, all of her, out of this stuff. One of the guys
moved to help her and she slapped his hand, giving him a dirty look. The rest
of them howled and “ooooo’d!” and laughed but she didn’t care. She’d marked her
territory. Meg was hers.
    She
finally got the straps undone and Meg’s bra unhooked, her breasts spilling into
Whitney’s waiting hands. Fuck, she was so beautiful, and she tasted so good. It
was like the nectar of the gods on her tongue. Whitney couldn’t get enough,
sucking at her clit like a tiny little cock, swallowing her juices again and
again, letting them coat her mouth and tongue.
    Her
own pussy felt fat, swollen, uncomfortably wet. Whitney snuck a hand down
between her own thighs, shoving it under the elastic band of her panties so she
could rub her own clit while she sucked on Meg’s.
    “Try
the vibrator!” Someone called. It was all a distant roar to her, but she heard
that.
    Whitney
had forgotten about it until that moment. She picked up one of the black vibrators,
recognizing the design and the controls. She had something similar, a rabbit
vibrator that rotated inside with a clitoral stimulator nub that vibrated.
    “Ready
for this?” Whitney grinned as she slipped the cock between Meg’s swollen lips,
watching in fascination and utter lust as it disappeared into her flesh. Meg
moaned when Whitney manipulated the controls, making the dildo rotate inside of
her friend’s pussy. Meg nearly came off the table when the black nub began to
vibrate against her clit.
    “Holy
fuck!” Meg cried and there were howls and laughter around them, like jackals.
    Whitney
worked the vibrator in and out, teasing her friend’s clit, the sound of her wet
pussy being fucking filling the room. The only other sounds were Meg’s moans
and the heavy breathing of twenty frat boys with hard cocks. Whitney twisted
and turned the humming toy, driving Meg crazy, seeing the taut tremble of her
thighs. She was so fucking gorgeous, Whitney had to taste her again and used
her tongue to flick the clitoral stimulator right against her little clit.
    “Fucckkkk!”
Meg cried, her feet planted solidly against Whitney’s shoulders. “You’re going
to make me fucking come!”
    The
hoots and hollars, the cat calls, filled the room. Whitney ignored them all,
focusing on Meg’s sweet button, back and forth, flick flick flick, buzz,
buzz, buzz, determined to make her climax.
    “Oh
God! Now! Nowww!” Meg arched and rolled her hips, forcing Whitney to abadon the
vibrator and grab on with both hands, stilling her hips and sucking her clit as
Meg’s pussy throbbed against her tongue. Oh she was sweet. So very sweet.
    “Oh
my God!” Meg sat, looking down at Whitney as the still humming vibrator dropped
to the floor. Meg was dazed, breathless, and she cupped her friend’s face in
her hands and kissed her.
    Whitney
was vaguely aware of the crowd around them. Meg hadn’t thought this through
very well—her spontaneous, crazy, determined Meg. The guys around them
grew restless. She felt the energy shift, growing hungry. They were prey in the
midst of a crowd of predators. She’d known a few girls who were strippers in
order to pay their college tuition and understood why it was important for
there to be rules in those clubs, why they had big, burly bouncers.
    For
protection.
    “Now
you.” Meg grinned, running her hands over Whitney’s tits, palms brushing her
nipples, making her shiver. Her voice grew louder when she said, “Bet I can
make you come faster than that!”
    The
boys took up that gauntlet and starting laying bets, never taking their eyes
off the