The pleasure of the finger inside my cunt was becoming unbearable.I started to breathe heavily as his thick finger continued to fuck my pussy. It was ...oving deep in and out and I felt like a small cock was fucking me. I could even hear the sounds of my wet cunt being finger fucked. I looked around, hoping nobody else could hear the squishy sounds from my swollen wet pussy lips.My hips kept moving too as I could feel that his cock was now pressing hard on my ass. His finger was now deeply buried. I tried to keep myself calm again, but I surely wanted to scream. With every passing second, I wanted to fuck her more and more. Regardless of where that took us in the future, I wanted it to happen. So, I put my other hand on her head too and pushed her head even further on my tit.I made us both go back and forth a few times, but she held tight and made sure we both stayed on the bed. I massaged her head and kept the most eye contact possible. I had to break it from time to time, but I never. Mary looked at me and asked if I wanted her to help with it. I was not sure what she had in mind but I wanted my cock to go down and to stop hurting. Mary then pulled down my undies allowing my cock to spring free. She commented that I was a fine looking young man and then asked if I had ever been with a woman. I told her no. Mary looked my cock over and wrapped her hand around it and stroked it a few times. Mary then stated that she did not have lube and then she said she would put that in. Cunt meeting cunt...in the fullness of time. But this was so much more than just a meeting. It was a flesh bond of two women who had both loved and hated the fact that they were so evenly matched. Over time, casual appraisals and curious, interested glances between them turned into lip licking seductive glares; glares of hate and repressed excitement over an inevitable clash. Woman to woman seemed inevitable. That their cunts would meet like this was kismet. Before scissoring with each other,.