“Heh, what’s that?” Patty says, climbing up and rubbing her hands over Marcie’s shorts. She grips against the clothing and tugs them down, revealing those white panties. Dang, you’re so damn cute,” she sighs, leaning in. She opens her mouth and brushes her teeth against the exposed buttcheek.
Marcie squeaks and shudders, shaking her head. “H… hey, sir… w... What are you doing?”
“Just being myself,” Patty says. “You want me to back off?”
“No… gods no…” Marcie says, her breath an erotic growl as she hangs her head low. “Go at me… with all you have.”
“Gladly,” the tomboy says, hooking her finger at the panties and pulling them aside. Before her, the glistening pink blurs and swirls in her drunken vision, moving up and down and side to side. “Heh, quit movin’ around so much so I can go muff diving right,” Patty teases Marcie with a tap of her palm on her bum.
Marcie gasps, lifting her head a bit, closing her eyes, rolling her neck, but then blinking. “W… wait, sir, I’m not moving my aaaaaAAAAH!?”
Patty dives right in, not heeding the force necessary for penetration using the tongue. She wiggles that appendage and licks over the hole, even as she bumps her face against Marcie’s butt, shaking her head and letting out a vivacious growl.
Marcie grits her teeth, her eyes wide, her breaths coming out quicker than before. “S… sir… are… are you..mmmnn!” She cannot finish her sentence. Instead, she rolls her eyes back as she feels the unmistakable sensation that has befallen her.
There’s no doubt that she was never expecting Peppermint Paty to shove her tongue deep into her ass in a million years!
Marcie’s clenched teeth relax, but her lips are still quivering as she feels that tongue wriggling around deep inside her exit hole. She notices every slick and sloshes that spins inside her, spreading her out and loosening her up.
Meanwhile, Patty goes to town, her nose rubbing up along Marcie’s crack and her tongue slipping and sliding deeper and broader inside her friend’s asshole. The alcohol is so strong on her that the taste is not something she catches onto initially. Still, once her eyes flutter open and she stares at the butt right in front of her face, she yanks her tongue right out, rubbing it with her hand. “Ach, what the? Oh fuck, Marcie?”
Marcie loosens her grip on the sheets and turns her head over her shoulder, asking. “What’s the matter, sir? You don’t enjoy eating my ass?”
Patty blinks, her heart thumping. Looking at those eyes, she doesn’t have to say anything else. Instead, she leans in, grabbing Marcie by the legs and lifting her up.
Marcie yelps and finds herself pulled onto the bed, her shoulders resting upon the mattress as she looks toward Patty squatting in front of her. The stronger of the two spreads those legs out, holding Marcie down, and she lowers her head, kissing at her buttcheeks.
“Oh… oh fuck… sir… how do you… mmm…”
She can’t say anything else as that tongue swirls once more at her ass. This time, it has much more definitive determination as she sticks it in, swirls it around, and yanks it out. Patty does this multiple times, shaking her head and slurping and just getting deep in there.
Her reward isn’t the taste of her friend’s ass. No, it is instead the squirming of Marcie’s back and hips. It is the quick rising and falling of her chest. It is the squeaking panting breaths rising out from her chest. It is seeing the half-dressed, fully drunk woman scramble and squirm underneath her this entire time.
Most of all, it is that scream of pure delight as Marcie throws her head back and shouts “Siiiiir!” spilling her joy down over her pussy and stomach, staining her shirt.
And it is the feeling of the rush in Patty’s head as she finally collapses onto the bed, satisfied at night well spent, if not remembered.
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A phone buzzes and Marcie stirs, blinking, rubbing her head. She groans from the throbbing and scoots over to get to her nightstand when she bumps into something warm. Knocking her glasses back over her face, she burns bright red when she sees Patty, wearing only her sports bra and snoring loudly. She stares at the woman, with no care in the world on her face, just sleeping soundly.
Marcie shakes her head and scoots out of bed, silencing the phone and gathering her things. “It was a wild night last night, wasn’t it, sir?” she asks the sleeping girl there. She frowns, pulling her skirt closer to her. “Did we really cross the line, I wonder?” she asks this, a trembling in her lip as they curl up into a smile. “Or, is it possible that you and I have just started something?”
Giggling at a joke that only she knows the punchline to, Marcie rushes out of the room, ready to get on with her day. If patty remembered any of last night, then perhaps things would finally get interesting around this home, and Marcie will have someone with whom she could share her secrets once and for all.