Two beautiful women would resolve personal matters between them. Two sets of thick labia would interlock and they would fuck and fight, and fight and ...uck to a heated, excruciating finish.At first full contact between their fulsome pussy lips, both women softly moaned and understood that they would be sealed together long into the night. One pussy would devour the other. One woman would prevail. But for both women, in their consciousness, it wasn’t so much about the destination as it was about. Even the dildothat Mandy had bought me for my birthday didn't seem to help. It washuge, vibrated, and I finally got it to fit inside me (which I wouldonly do after douching), but no matter how hard I make love to myselfwith it, it didn't help me achieve a good orgasm. Though it certainlyfelt good.Anyway, I went back to the plastic surgeon the Monday before theSaturday party, and he filled my breasts up. Turns out it's a goodidea I practiced with the larger inserts, because I was given agorgeous. She hadn’t slept much last night. The revelations of last night were running in a constant loop through her mind. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to, even Jonathan. She sighs, strips off her clothes, the same ones she wore last night, then steps into the shower.The hot water pours down her face and water, washing away the dirt and grime but not much else. A hand runs over her breasts, down her belly and over the heavy organ hanging lifelessly between her legs. Things have been. There it was. She could smell it. She felt Helen's mouth on her pussy and she knew Helen expected her to do the same.Why not? Brenda thought. I owe her that much. Besides, she was curious what it would be like. Helen's hairless cunt looked succulent and tasty.Closing her hands over Helen's ass, Brenda pulled the blonde's pussy down to her mouth.She slurped and sucked the juice dribbling over her tongue.I'm turning into a regular cuntlapper, she thought. But of course it wasn't true. Helen's.