Kisses of Pleasure from My Friend

At the moment when Tena pulled the narrow string of the thong from the crack of my ass, when her pointed tongue began to play its intoxicating game on the ridge between the two holes, my knees buckled, and I almost collapsed.

A soft sponge soaked in fragrant bath foam from a top manufacturer glided over my velvety skin when I heard the doorbell. If I hadn't felt a bit lonely due to my parents' absence, I might have ignored the call, but this way I can even say I was all happy, wrapped myself in a robe, and simply ran to the front door. Tena, my childhood friend, was a guest, and of course, I invited her in.

- Will you just wait a moment while I shower and dry my hair? - I asked her.
- How about I wash your back? - was her counter-question delivered with a smile.
- Well, your idea isn't so bad - I replied, and the next moment I regretted it because she took my agreement seriously, and being playful as she always is, she would be disappointed if I refused her now. So I quickly jumped to my room to put on a thong; there was no need for a bra since we had already bathed topless together many times during summer vacations.

I turned my back to Tena, and the gentle, damp sponge began to glide over my back. To my surprise, it was accompanied by Tena's long nails, just along the spine, just the way they provoke shivers and erotic excitement, which I tried not to show. When Tena's hands and the sponge touched my thong-revealed buttocks and began to gently massage, I reacted with a sigh of protest.

- But we didn't agree on this. What are you doing to me?
Tena's response was to drop to her knees and press kisses into the halves of my ass. The scene I watched half-turned, the juicy lips of my friend on a spot I was particularly proud of, her tongue sliding towards the narrow and thin fabric of the thong, through the steam that created a haze, was infinitely erotic. Combined with the beautiful bodily sensation caused by Tena's lips and tongue, it was simply too strong for me to have the strength for a sudden interruption, despite still having a strong rationality. I could only hope that maybe my friend would do it, knowing again that I would simultaneously be very disappointed...

At the moment when Tena pulled the narrow string of the thong from the crack of my ass, when her pointed tongue began to play its intoxicating game on the ridge between the two holes, my knees buckled, and I almost collapsed.
- Linda - said my friend who fortunately understood the situation - come here, sit down.

I couldn't believe when I, in a daze, realized that she was inviting me to sit on her face, for which she was already prepared, lying on the mat, with her mouth open and tongue extended. If I hadn't been endlessly excited, the sight would have certainly been so funny to me, but this way I just stepped out of the thong and took the offered place, which I could freely call a throne at that moment. A throne of passion because as soon as Tena's tongue penetrated my slippery and swollen intimacy, I thrust myself with all my strength, and in the rush of its flickering, I surrendered to the climax.
The lips of my fluffy little pussy first curled around the tongue of a woman, for the first time I felt an orgasm of that kind. It was simultaneously sweeter and fiercer than the orgasms I experienced with a man's tongue inside me.

When she relaxed a bit after the climax, I straddled Tena's face to the opposite side so that my lips could indulge in her intimacy. And they indulged, what more, they feasted on that wet, pink baldness.
My friend, just like me, was already so aroused that our bodies turned into a mass that jerked incoherently in all directions of passion. Our hungry bodies were shaken by numerous convulsions of pleasure that afternoon, mine more than hers, because simply put, I was lighter on the trigger...
Now, a few months after that event, our boyfriends already know that Tena and I often bridge their sexual weaknesses with female love.