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possible.
    “Yes!” She
gasped, thrusting toward my probing fingers. “Fuck me! Do it! Finger me hard
while you lick my cunt!”
    I squeezed
my legs together, feeling the fiery throb of my own cunt, and thought I might
just climax from her words. Dizzy with lust, unmindful of my newly-manicured fingernails,
I slipped my fingers into her hole. She was smooth as silk, a velvet clutch and
release.
    “More!” she
insisted, not shy now about telling me just what she wanted. She was too close
to her goal for that. “Put them all in me! Stretch my pussy wide open!”
    That wasn’t
so easy. She was tight, even though she was incredibly wet, but I managed to
get three fingers in, giving them to her in fast, easy strokes. But that wasn’t
enough, not for Jen.
    “Ohhhh god,
don’t stop!” she cried, fucking back against my hand, guiding my mouth onto her
pussy, rubbing my whole face against it so I had to chase her clit with my
tongue. “More! Oh fuck me more! Harder! Deeper! Faster!”
    I groaned
with the effort—my shoulder was actually aching—but I was so turned on I had to
keep squeezing my legs together, afraid my pussy juices were going to run down
my legs all over the bed like I’d wet myself. Besides, keeping it locked up
tight that way felt so good. I knew I could come in an instant if I spread my
legs and nudged my clit just a little bit, but I didn’t want that. Not yet. I
wanted to make her come first.
    “Ohhhh fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She repeated it over and over as her belly began that
telltale spasm, her pussy clutching at the deep thrust of my fingers. I
fastened my mouth over her mound, sucking hard at her throbbing clit, her nails
raking over my scalp as she bucked on the bed. Her orgasm left us both
breathless and gasping for air, but when I lifted my head from between her
legs, she grabbed a fist full of my hair and grinned.
    “Don’t
stop,” she whispered, spreading her swollen lips with the fingers of her other
hand, showing me the damage I’d done. Her flesh had gone from pink to blush-red
from my attention, her pussy juices pooling at her entrance, a creamy, sticky
mess. “I want to come again.”
    My eyes
brightened and I leaned in to capture her clit once more, feeling her whole
body tremble, as if I’d given her an electric shock.
    “Come here,”
she begged, reaching, grabbing for me. “Ohh god, Mandy, your tongue is so
good!”
    I swung my bottom
around, letting her situate me, feeling her slender arms wrapped around my hips
as she pulled my pussy down to her face.
    Now it was
my turn to swear. “Oh fuck!”
    I knew I
wasn’t going to be able to stand that kind of attention for long. Her clit was
thick and swollen against my tongue, and the way she moaned against my pussy
when I licked it drove me wild. Jen was eager but skilled—she’d clearly done
this before. She found my sensitive spot in moments, focusing there with a
flutter and tickle that made my knees want to buckle.
    Knowing now
what she liked, I slid my fingers deep inside, hearing her groan in response,
her hips rocking up to meet me. I fucked her hard and she fucked me right back,
her muffled “mmm-mmm!” response hot against my flesh, which I could only
translate as “more-more!”
    But when she
started to do the same, working a finger into my pussy, I wiggled in protest, unfastening
my mouth long enough to explain.
    “No
fingers,” I instructed. It was far too distracting. “Please, just my clit.”
    She focused
her attention back on my clit, working magic with the flick of her tongue, sending
heat through my whole body. My nipples were hard against her belly, and one of
her hands found my breast, tweaking, squeezing, pushing me feverishly close to
my destination. I knew I was going to come, but I wanted to make her come again
too.
    I worked my
tongue and fingers together furiously, trying to stay centered on the task at
hand, but her mouth was far too good, and the way she rolled my nipples while
she