Beauty Pageant

Sarah finished applying her makeup and smiled at herself in the mirror.  The eveningwear competition was coming up and she knew she was going to win this part.  Her low-cut black dress showed off just enough cleavage and hugged her svelte hips.  She slid her hand under the neckline of her dress and rubbed her nipples until they were hard, sticking out under the fabric of her dress.  A little advantage never hurt.

“Don’t bother,” a voice from behind Sarah said.  “You’ll never beat me.”  Deanna, Sarah’s pageant archrival walked up to the mirror beside her, fluffing her curly blonde hair.  She put an artificial smile on her face.  She turned to Sarah and frowned.  “You’ve got something on your strap.  Let me help you.”  Deanna reached out her clawlike fingernails and tugged at one of the rhinestone straps on Sarah’s dress.  It popped free from the bodice of the dress, and the fabric fell away.  Sarah’s naked breast popped out, the rosy nipple pouting in the cool air.

Sarah gasped in astonishment.  “You bitch!” she said.  She reached out and yanked at the neckline of Deanna’s dress.  The delicate sequins poured onto the floor, and the fabric fell away, exposing both of Deanna’s large tits.  They hung on her chest like heavy melons.

Deanna reached out and pulled at Sarah’s nipple firmly, twisting it.  Sarah gasped and then moaned at the unexpected pleasure-pain of it.  “No, baby, you’re the bitch.”  She smiled when she saw Sarah’s expression.  “You like that?  Is your pretty little pussy getting all wet?”  Deanna’s hand moved to the other strap on Sarah’s dress and popped it free.  The top of the dress fell down to Sarah’s waist.  Deanna took both her hands and placed them on Sarah’s tits, pulling at the nipples with her fingers.

Sarah gasped and bent forward, catching Deanna’s breast in her mouth, sucking and then biting lightly at the nipples, one by one.  “I knew you were a dyke,” Sarah said triumphantly when Deanna let out a sigh of arousal.   “How about I tell the judges you’ve been eating pussy backstage?”

“That’d be a lie,” Deanna said.  Her hands slid down to Sarah’s waist and she pushed the tight dress over her womanly hips until it puddled on the floor.  “Unless you’re going to let me eat yours.”  She thrust a hand between Sarah’s thighs and penetrated her with a finger.  Sarah jerked and then moaned, holding onto Deanna’s hand and guiding it in and out of her silky cunt.  “That’s what I thought,” Deanna said.

Deanna guided Sarah into a chair and spread her legs.  She buried her face in Sarah’s pussy, tonguing her slit as Sarah tangled her hands in Deanna’s overly bleached, perfectly styled hair.  In no time at all, Sarah had wrapped her legs around Deanna’s neck, her high heels crossed neatly as Deanna tongued her to orgasm.  When she resurfaced, her makeup was smeared.  “You loved that, didn’t you, you little dyke?” she asked confidently.

Sarah’s eyes were glazed over from the pleasure of her orgasm, and the seat between her thighs was slick with her juices.  “I did,” she admitted in a husky voice.

“Good.  Then you’ll love eating mine.”  Diana pulled the floor-length skirt of her dress up around her waist.  Like Sarah, she wasn’t wearing any panties, not wanting to ruin the line of her dress.  Her cunt was neatly trimmed, with only a small patch of her fluffy hair, which was naturally a light brown.  Sarah dipped her tongue into Deanna’s wet, waiting pussy, tasting her salty juices.

Deanna moaned in pleasure as Sarah grew bolder, rubbing Deanna’s hard clit with her tongue, sliding it from side to side.  Deanna came loudly, lowering her hips and rubbing her clit against Sarah’s tongue.

One of the pageant officials came into the dressing room just as Deanna stepped back.  She surveyed the scene, the two women, Sarah naked and Deanna with her dress torn, both women’s makeup smeared, and the heavy smell of pussy in the air.  “I take it you ladies will not be competing in the eveningwear portion of the program,” she said, and turned on her heel.

Sarah and Deanna looked at each other and grinned.  A good orgasm was definitely worth sacrificing the tiara for.