In a flash three pairs of hands were tugging at my dress, and I was enveloped again in my favorite lesbian fantasy. All their glossy-nailed fingers were stripping me, caressing me. Feminine hands cupped my soft, full breasts, and I could feel each woman’s lips press against my steaming flesh: my neck, my cheeks, my lips, my breasts, my legs.

Voluptuous, red-haired Anita stood behind me, reaching around me to pinch my throbbing nipples. Her tongue licking at my neck, below my right ear, caused my knees to tremble. Debra was pressing herself against me from the front, her hands working feverishly at her own shirt buttons, while her lips ground themselves against mine and her tongue thrust into my mouth. Cuddly, blonde Cindi had quickly stripped her own clothes off and was now helping Anita and Debra shed theirs. It was the most erotic five minutes of my life, and the wild dream had barely begun!

All four of us were naked and pressed together in a writhing mass of flesh, exploring each other’s supple body with hands and mouths. Suddenly a hand groped between my legs, and Anita said, “Wow, this girl is just dripping! Let’s get her into bed!” As a group, we moved to the bed, and they positioned me in the center, gapingly spread-eagled. Debra’s hand combed my thick pussy hair and slipped into my crotch. Her talented fingers spread my engorged lips and found my pulsing clit. “You really need it bad, don’t you, sweet baby?”

“God, yes!” I groaned, thrusting my cunt up against her hand feverishly.

Debra was kneeling between my thighs, her hand alternating between tickling my clit and sliding two fingers up my sopping cunt. I could feel my juices running between my asscheeks, and as I wriggled under Debra’s attentions, I could feel the flow coat my asshole. Debra stopped fingering my cunt and started moving slowly up the bed.

She leaned down and kissed me long and hard on the lips, her tongue probing mine, and this time I thrust my tongue back into her mouth. We broke off, gasping for breath. “I’ve never eaten another woman, Debra,” I whispered.

“Then I’ll just have to teach you,” she gasped, her hands now molding my breasts and pinching my granite-hard nipples. She swung one leg over my head and straddled my waiting, upturned face. Still rolling my nipples between fingers slippery with my own juices, she said, “Just do to me what I do to you.”

Slowly she lowered herself until I could feel her breasts brush against my hips and her long black hair tickle my thighs. She shook her head, knowing the tingling I would feel as her hair swept back and forth across my ultrasensitive skin and pouting, waiting cunt lips.

Her own hips were still raised, and I watched her sex, which was hovering inches above my untried lips. I tried to raise my head to taste her sweet honey. Then her face dropped and her mouth was on my slit. Her tongue dug furiously between my lips, finding and caressing my engorged clit. I thrust up and was rewarded with her tongue pushing deep into my dripping tunnel. A groan of pleasure issued from my throat but was quickly silenced when her own succulent cunt finally smothered my lips.

Debra expertly settled her slippery cunt lips over my mouth, and I responded instinctively. My tongue searched desperately for the center of her being. I licked my way deeper and deeper through her trembling flesh, and suddenly her throbbing clit was at the tip of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around this perfect little organ of pleasure and felt Debra tremble in response. I left her little bud and explored her now gaping cunt, coating my tongue with her tangy drippings and lapping away at this feast like the hungry little wench I had become.

Together we feasted, our tongues and lips working feverishly on one another. Minutes or hours later — I couldn’t tell which — Debra and I exploded together in our first orgasms. Behind my closed eyelids, blinding lights flashed, and in the depths of my cunt, muscles contracted explosively and wave after wave of pleasure raged through my body. My hips continued to jerk and thrust involuntarily as, above me, Debra’s hips trembled, her delicious-come-drenching my lips and coating my cheeks and chin. “My God!” I whispered. “My God!” And I heard her moan, with a trembling mouth, “Yes, my God, yes! It feels so damn good! I love it, I love it!”

Through the haze of orgasm, I felt a movement on the edge of the bed, and then Debra, still limp from our lovemaking, made way for Anita and Cindi. And as the two of them began playing with me, the one tonguing my breasts and pinching my nipples, the other swooping down between my still spread legs to lap at my syrupy pussy, I knew that my wonderful lovemaking with Debra had been but a prelude to even more blissful moments with her equally talented girlfriends. Dream on!