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... of my teenage body. She kept doing it, that abnormally, sensationally long tongue whipping my every nerve up to a frenzy while I could only experience it, the apprehension and second guessing I'd felt when I first met these two women now completely wiped away. The thought of stopping Carrie from helping me to a seat on the counter never crossed my mind, this act and the sight of my capris being pulled to my ankles being like a dream where propriety and thoughts of self-imposed decency were irrelevant and non-existent. She then grabbed a desk chair, placed it in front of me and they both helped my feet up to rest on the seat and spread my knees wide. And I let them because, at this point, they were allowed to do anything they wanted with me. Anything, Carrie watched with great, perverted interest as Dawn took the top of that little triangle and pulled it down to expose my now soaked, hairless pussy. They both looked at each other with those hungry smiles again, then at me. Dawn stuck her tongue out and lewdly waved it at me while beginning to pull my thong down my thighs, to my knees, and finally to my ankles where, along with my capris, they kept me hobbled. Of course, I knew what was coming and I only looked at them, moaning, wordlessly and shamelessly begging for it. And I got it. Dawn went down, moving to a position between my spread knees, and her tongue appeared again, licking me up as it did before, except this time without my thong in its way. I jumped at the contact, ...

... wailing a little as she sloppily lapped at me before retracting her tongue to taste me more completely for a couple seconds with her eyes closed. When her tongue came at me again, it kept licking, bathing my swollen lips, lashing my hardened clit and teasing my opening as I could only make funny, high pitched sounds while jerking in extreme pleasure. Carrie laughed softly just before grabbing my boobs, licking my right nipple, then nibbling at it almost to the point of pain while her friend worked me over from below. I jerked around on that countertop like I was overdosing, emitting soft squeals and yips while they used me as they pleased. And this, I think, was the aspect of it that I loved so much. I'd had sex before, several times with my boyfriend including oral on both our parts, and I did enjoy it in the sense that I received physical pleasure from the acts themselves, but it was nothing like this. You see, Drake satisfied himself with me in the same way he could have satisfied himself with his hand, except his hand wasn't as good and quite impossible to run around bragging about. I was popular and that added to it for him, but I knew he was only satisfying himself. He wasn't really there anymore than he would have been with his hand. Dawn and Carrie, however, (especially Dawn) weren't just eating me to fill their stomachs until they were hungry again, rather tasting me, savouring me, completely devouring me in a sense that made me feel so desired and lusted after. How ...