Little Duckling

Lenya pressed her lips against the soft yellow down of Marte's pussy. More like a duckling, she thought, than a little pussy-kitten. It smelled of new-born life like a freshly hatched duckling.

Lenya loved kissing her little duckling, nuzzling up next to it, rubbing her nose and lips in it.

"Damn, girl, are you going to eat it or play with it?" Marte asked impatiently.

That was the problem with loving these hard-body aggressive types. Lenya loved watching Marte on the rugby field, dominating all her opponents with ease even though they outweighed her two to one in some cases. Dancing triumphantly over their fallen vanquished bodies. But the drive that gave her her commanding will to win seemed to make her overly goal oriented in other pursuits as well.

Marte wanted her climax now--not later. To be fair, she would lay there and let Lenya lick her pussy to her heart's content after she had her first few orgasms, but for now she wanted immediate relief.

"I thought it might be nice to take our time and enjoy ourselves, you know, go slow and build up." Lenya said.

"Think again, Bitch." Marte was sorry as soon as she said it. She didn't mean to hurt Lenya's feelings. She was just frustrated.

Lenya looked down and started licking. Her tongue lapped at Marte with a mechanical cadence. Passionless.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Marte said. "I'm still psyched from the win, that's all. Take your time if you want. I`m cool."

Marte lay back and relaxed as Lenya now went down in earnest. Marte figured she would. Lenya was good to her. Better than she deserved.

Lenya quickly had her Amazon mistress moaning. Marte looked at the angelic face between her thighs with grateful appreciation. That such a dainty slip of a girl could go down like a waterfront whore when she really wanted to, to please her woman, to please Marte, gave Marte such a rush that she suddenly let loose a gushing climax.

"Ooh, thank you, my little Dynamo. I love you." Marte said, petting Lenya's hair. Then stroking her cheek and lifting her chin to get a better look at her submissive angel.

"I'm an ogre, aren't I?" Marte said. "All my teammates are jealous of me. Having you to come home to and eat me. They'll be lucky to get licked at all much less by an angel."

Lenya just smiled and put her face to her little friend, her little duckling.

Lenya brought Marte to orgasm a few more times and Marte fell asleep contented.

Lenya nestled herself against the sweet softness of Marte's crotch like she was a duckling snuggling in the nest.

Marte briefly opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Lenya placing her hand on Lenya's head.

Before she drifted off to sleep again Lenya asked, "Am I your little duckling, Marte?"

"Yes, sweet thing, you are my little duckling."

Together they fell asleep.