Kay's dreams turn towards the lewd. Her mind fills with images of bunny cunny and Vivian's cruel depredations. She dreams of mouths sucking on cunts, of cocks thrusting in mouths. She's never been the type to have wet dreams, but tonight she's going to cum all over herself in her sleep. This sets off some sort of internal alarm, something in her hindbrain that realizes this isn't normal. It wakes her.
She's back in the realm of the waking again, staring at the ceiling, body sweaty and uncomfortable and unbearably horny beneath the covers. She tosses them aside to get a little airflow. And that's when she sees Noelle: huddled up at the foot of the bed, hands on Kay's thighs, hem of Kay's nightgown hiked up, face buried in Kay's naked crotch.
"Ghh--!!" Kay chokes. Noelle, her button nose against Kay's clit, stares back at her like a deer in headlights. Kay kicks her feet wildly to find traction against the sheets, and struggles herself into a sitting position away from Noelle. She cowers against the headboard, shielding herself with the covers. She breathes ragged. Her lips tremble. Noelle, still on all fours at the foot of the bed, is like a cat poised to pounce. She meets Kay's eyes, and the two exchange a wordless, bewildered gaze that lasts for many long moments.
And then Noelle actually does pounce.
"Get off of me!" Kay yowls, trying to push Noelle back.
"Hold still -- hold still--"
"Rapist! Fucking dyke! What are you doing!"
The catch of desperation is plain in Noelle's voice. She paws at Kay's legs and tries to pry them open again. "I just want to sleep like this! It's fine! You won't notice a thing!"
"You crazy bitch-- get away--"
"Don't fight it! Why are you being so selfish!"
Kay's heel hits Noelle in the nose, knocking her back and causing her to roll entirely off the bed. She falls to the floor with an "oof," scaring off Guy and Kuso alike. It wasn't Kay's intention to land that blow, but it does fend off her would-be attacker.
"Fuck!" Kay shouts. Then, glancing over the edge: "--Are you all right?"
"Errgh..."
Kay is too nice. She internally chastises herself as she reaches down and helps Noelle upright again.
"You're supposed to ASK before you put your face in someone's pussy," Kay says.
"I did ask!" Noelle sputters, rubbing her nose.
"Yeah, and I said no!"
"Exactly! What was I supposed to do?"
Kay pokes Noelle in the chest. "You have been hanging out with Whitney WAY too much."
Noelle folds her arms. "I don't want to have sex with you. Not if you don't want it. I just -- want to try sleeping like that. You'll hardly notice me at all."
"You are a psychopath. Oh my god."
"Please?" Noelle says. Her voice goes a bit emotional. "I just... I like you, okay? I had a lot of fun with you, after that minigolf game... didn't you have fun with me?"
Kay sighs.
"I promise I won't do anything you don't ask for. I got carried away, that's all... I'll keep a lid on it."
Kay is still indecisive. "If I let you into bed with me -- you'll let me sleep?" She asks.
"Yes."
"No groping, licking, et cetera?"
"None."
Kay sighs again. "...All right."
Hesitantly she lies back down, propped on her elbows to watch Noelle. Noelle climbs up with her, and resumes her position at the foot of the bed. Gently, she rests her face in the crook of Kay's crotch, her lips strategically resting against the tiny space between Kay's pussy and asshole -- her nose resting on Kay's wet vulva.
Kay is still majorly weirded out and self-conscious as she stares down at Noelle in the dim light. Noelle, meanwhile, is like a person calming down from a panic attack. She breathes deeply a few times, getting her respiration back under control. A goofy smile spreads across her face, as her eyes go half lidded. She's enjoying this way too much...
"Fank you," Noelle says into Kay's pussy. Kay isn't sure whether Noelle is thanking her as a person or actually just thanking her genitals specifically.
Kay points at her. "If I ever hear you call someone else a freak -- EVER again -- I am telling them all about what happened here tonight."
"Okay. Fank you."
Kay lies flat on her back. She settles in, and takes the covers in one hand. "I'm covering back up," she announces.
"Okay."
Noelle is engulfed in darkness as Kay says simply: "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Noelle's voice is doubly muffled now, and almost unintelligible to Kay up above.
Noelle snuggles up to her, giving Kay's supple thighs the slightest squeeze -- contact Kay flinches at. Noelle's entire world now is nothing except Kay's two wet holes in her face. Kay's perfumey scent, that feminine mixture of sweat and arousal, is amazing... the absolute best. It's like a salve for Noelle's debased soul. Nothing on Earth is better than this feeling... this closeness, this raw heat, this overpowering aroma. There's so much more that she wants to do... but she promised she would be good...
Kay tries to sleep. But the knowledge that Noelle is under the blankets, face buried in her pussy, keeps her wide awake. What a perverted dyke slut. This house really does corrupt people, doesn't it? As much as she tries to resist it, she's wet already, and getting wetter... she's acutely aware of her pussy juicing up, and she knows this can't possibly be escaping Noelle's notice either. Yes, Noelle can tell how wet she's getting. That fuels a self-perpetuating spiral. The wetter Kay gets, the wetter it makes her. The stuffiness of these covers isn't helping matters. She's all sticky with perspiration now, too... covering back up was a mistake, but it's too late to go back.
Kay's breathing is unsteady and strained. She finds herself pawing at her own breasts -- and then stays her hands, mentally cursing herself. She tries not to writhe her hips, but her hips seem to have a will of their own, and want to move against her permission. Why did she agree to this? She can't say. It's just because of how pathetic Noelle was acting, right? Not because she, too, wanted this...
From under the blankets now, comes Noelle's dreamy voice: "You smell really good..."
"Fuck," Kay grunts, unable to stop herself.
"You're so wet..."
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up."
"Do you want me to lick you?"
"No," Kay insists. "You stupid whore. I told you no already."
"Okay."
Kay chews her lip. This fucking bitch is obeying orders all of a sudden. Rather than ravish her, Noelle is dutifully refraining from any non-consensual contact. She just keeps her face nestled against Kay's crotch, smelling but not touching, her exhalations coming out hot against Kay's throbbing clit. Kay drums her fingers urgently against the satiny blanket over her chest, praying for strength.
"Why... why do you like this so much?" Kay asks.
She feels the blankets shift, as Noelle shrugs. "I don't know. I just do... I *love* pussy... don't you love pussy?"
"Jesus," Kay says, gazing up at the stucco on the ceiling. Carrying on a conversation like this is so strange. "A little, I guess. Maybe? But... I honestly prefer dicks..." She closes her eyes and tries to envision Alabaster Soliloquy's squirting cock.
"Dick is fun," Noelle agrees. "But pussy is SO much better..."
Kay shivers, as she feels a rush of air across her cunt created by Noelle taking an especially deep breath.
"Are you having fun, too?" Noelle asks.
"Go to sleep. Idiot. Fucking lesbian bitch."
"Okay."
Kay's pussy cramps, begging for relief. Relief Noelle is refusing to provide unless explicitly asked. Somehow the tables have turned. It's Noelle who has what Kay desperately wants, not vice versa.
It's so close, Kay knows... Noelle's lips are right there, on her taint -- those ruby-red, wet lips -- and behind them a wonderful pink tongue. All ready at a moment's notice to lick and suck and slobber all over Kay's messy orifices, ready to suck Kay off, ready to make her cum, to service her all night long, if she wants it... to relieve that aching itch inside her cunt...
"All... a-all right..." Kay whispers.
"Hmm?"
"I said all right. Fuck."
"All right, what?"
Kay throws the covers off and grabs two handfuls of Noelle's hair. She grits her teeth, enraged. "I said all right! Fuck!" She wraps her calves around the back of Noelle's head and mashes her pussy against her face. "Lick me, fucking bitch! That's what you wanted! Lick my fucking holes!"
Noelle happily complies. She slides her palms under Kay's butt and pulls Kay's lower holes to her lips. She kisses, licks, and suckles -- guzzles down Kay's tasty cream. It's not enough. Kay is out of her mind with need, and aggressively humps the woman's mouth like she's trying to suffocate her. Her demands devolve into a string of lewd insults: "Lick me, you fucking dyke cunt! Suck me off! Make me cum! Perverted fucking freak rapist! Nasty slut! Whore!"
But Noelle doesn't mind the verbal abuse as long as she's got a mouth full of pussy. She laps at Kay's holes, not discriminating between anus and vagina -- totally pigging out, eating Kay with gusto. Kay rips off her own nightgown and rubs her sweaty tit meat, luxuriating in the feeling of a skilled mouth working her over. This might be the hottest she's ever been... this feels way, way too good. Better than dick? Maybe... yes, definitely. Soon enough she's squirting a load of girlcum all over Noelle's smiling face. She feels the orgasm from deep within her belly, radiating outwards, making her legs shake. That itch inside her is being replaced with that wonderful, tingly, wet release of orgasm. She cums shamelessly all over Noelle, tweaking her nipples to heighten her pleasure, and almost passing out in joy.
When the stars clear from her vision, she pulls herself off Noelle's face. Noelle gasps like a drowning victim being resuscitated. Her face and hair are totally coated with Kay's cunt-juice. Kay, wild and still horned-up, grabs Noelle and rips her nightshirt off. Noelle hardly fights. She lets Kay get her onto her back, and her legs in the air. Straddling Noelle and holding one of Noelle's calves for balance, drippy crotch to drippy crotch, Kay begins to grind. She cunt-fucks Noelle like she's got an invisible cock, still spitting obscene abuse at her: "Bitch! Stupid fucking cunt! Let me fuck you! Get raped!"
Noelle gasps and heaves, a lilt to her voice. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she sings. The bed bounces beneath her. "Fuck me... fuck my pussy..."
Turning, Kay gets down onto her elbows. They're all entwined, their tits rubbing up against each other, and their cumming pussies kissing, as they join lips and begin to make out. Like a pair of horny teens, they tongue each other, and cum wetly on each other's bodies. They leak all over each other, and get each other off. Their fingers slip into each other's holes -- Noelle enjoying the tight squeeze of Kay's cute little pussy, and Kay taking a sadistic thrill in prodding the rubbery opening of Noelle's pale asshole. Kay shoves another set of fingers down Noelle's throat, gagging her. Noelle responds by fingerfucking both of Kay's lower orifices at the same time. They pour sweat and cum and scream into each other's mouths and compete to see who can be the most aggressive and rapey. They do share the bed that night, but neither woman sleeps.