college brunettes and blondes deep throat

**Taboo Tastes: The College Brunettes and Blondes Deep Throat**

The sacred halls of Saint Midian’s Academy buzzed with illicit energy. It was supposed to be a quiet weekend of exams, but the raging hormones of its female students had other ideas. Especially one particular blonde – Missy Hunter, a petite cheerleader with an insatiable hunger for pleasure.

Missy had nurtured a secret fantasy about engaging her best friend Tiffany, a brunette, in a sapphic indulgence. Tiffany’s innocence was magnetic, and Missy yearned to be the one to shatter her puritanical facade. Through a intricate web of lies and manipulation, Missy lured her naive friend to the secluded library after dark.

In the stillness of the empty stacks, Missy leaned in close and parted her lips, inhaling Tiffany’s sweet breath. “Tiff, I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Your beauty, your innocence… it drives me wild,” she purred.

But Tiffany was confused and nonplussed. She tried to pull away, but Missy’s lithe grasp was iron. “Missy, we can’t! It’s not… right!” she protested feebly.

Missy silenced her with a whisper against the skin of her neck. “Shhh… Just relax and let me show you the pleasure you’ve been yearning for.” To punctuate her words, she dragged her tongue languidly over Tiffany’s earlobe.

Sensing Tiffany’s resolve weakening, Missy trailed her fingers down the contour of Tiffany’s throat, then over the swell of her breasts, tracing across theCrest of her cleavage. “Let me taste you, Tiffany. Let me worship your body as you deserve.”

Tiffany’s breath hitched and her nipples hardened beneath her cotton shirt. Unable to resist any longer, she surrendered to Missy’s seduction in a frenzy of grasping hands and hungry mouths.

The blonde cheerleader pushed Tiffany against the bookshelf, kissing her neck and collarbones with messy abandon. “I want to make you cum so hard you forget every straight thing in your life,” she growled.

She dove down the V of Tiffany’s shirt, kissing and sucking at the swell of her breasts. “Please Missy,” Tiffany gasped, “I want you to…”

Without warning, Missy shoved Tiffany’s skirt up and peeled off her panties. Before the brunette could object, Missy was sucking her clit, tongue flickering and teasing.

“Oh god…” Tiffany moaned, fingers clenching in Missy’s blonde hair. The stimulation was too intense. Pleasure coiled tight in her core as Missy lapped at her wet slit, plunging her tongue deep into Tiffany’s tight channel.

Missy looked up with a wicked grin, eyes dark with lust. “Mmmm… you taste so good, Tiff. I could eat this perfect little pussy all night.”

Seeking more, Tiffany grabbed Missy’s head and ground against her face shamelessly. Missy could feel Tiffany pulsing beneath her tongue, close to the edge.

“Come for me baby,” Missy urged. “Let me taste you.”

She sucked Tiffany’s clit hard, pressing two fingers deep inside. Tiffany shattered into ecstasy, climax crashing over her as she squirted into Missy’s eager mouth.

Tiffany floated down from her high, trembling and sated, as Missy lapped up her essence. Her orgasm became a new kind of hunger though, a need that could only be fulfilled by sensual gratification.

She wrapped her fingers in Missy’s hair and yanked her head back to stare into her eyes. Tiffany’s voice was a husky rasp edged with dominance. “My turn.”

With a strength that belied her petite stature, Tiffany shoved Missy onto the studying table and ripped open her top, exposing the blonde’s perky tits. She suckled as if starving, tongue swirling and lapping.

Missy cried out, back arching in pleasure. Tiffany could feel the blonde’s arousal dripping onto the desktop, leaving a shamefully slick trail. She needed more.

Yanking Missy’s skirt up, Tiffany dove between her legs and began tonguing her vibe, not letting up. Pleasure built swiftly, Missy’s moans growing louder, eyes wild.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!” Missy screamed, cumming so hard she gushed into Tiffany’s greedy mouth. The brunette licked up every drop.

As the two recovered, panting, their gaze locked. In those sidelong glances, a new understanding festered. They would be at this again – conquering every taboo, consuming each other in insatiable passion. Their illicitness had only just begun.