When Gerlinde's kisses began to be returned, welling up from the nectarine repetition of Lisle's lips, rising from the drizzle of her tongue's touch, Gerlinde nearly spent in her kitty puss' pussy right there.  She husked deep moans to keep them from stacking in her throat, bidding each goodbye with a slice of her own tongue over Lisle's.  That took care of the steam shuddering through her.  As for the cramped urge to expel that charged her penis, she let off the pressure with rapid thrusts of its wide bar into Lisle's body.<br/><br/>For awhile, Gerlinde's thoughts just whirled around the bouquet of the taste of Lisle's mouth, fondling it.  Then Lisle murmured her reply - "Good.  Kitty Good" - and Gerlinde had to see her kitty's face right away.  She broke the kiss the way taffy breaks between a little girl's fingers, and raised her head up enough to see and speak.<br/><br/>What she saw - that heart-shaped face, those eyes, the fine nose panting rapid as a scenting feline - made the knob of Gerlinde's penis grow so huge that Gerlinde felt she couldn't move it in the clasp of Lisle's tummy.  The feeling struck her like a challenge; she dragged her hips back, then gouged forward into the resistance of Lisle's vagina, as she spoke.<br/><br/>"<em>Yes</em>, yes you are, yes you are, you're a good, good kitty." Gerlinde was sure her face was all Lisle could see.  Lisle's was all she could see.  It was all she could imagine wanting to see.  She stroked its side to tell it so, giving Lisle a thumb to suck on.  She spoke right to the green, the lips, the tiny flexing nose.  "It feels...so wonderful...to be in you...to make kitty...feel good."<br/><br/>Gerlinde shuddered.  All of her shuddered.  She had to start panting again.  She did, and the muscles under her soft bottom flexed hard, continuing to pummel into Lisle.<br/><br/>Pressed together like that, Gerlinde felt like their bodies were fused:  Lisle's legs cupping her back in their precious distortion.  Lisle's breasts collided under her breasts, her breasts' huge weight guiding the smaller pair in jiggling, nipples fiercely hard and licking together like wanton tongues.  And Lisle's clitoris, that amazingly long, wet root, smeared below her.<br/><br/>A thought from her teenage years strode through her mind - of a time waiting outside a Munich dance club, trying to light a smoke in the rain with a damp paper match.  The sky's hair was wet, her eyes glinting soft and bright all around, and the paper match had warped and smeared against the flint of the match book as Gerlinde tried to strike it.  That was how Lisle's clitoris felt - a long strip, infused with fire, with Gerlinde's flat belly trying determinedly to make it burst; to ignite Lisle and make her hiss to life with climax.<br/><br/>Gerlinde brought the hand from Lisle's hips and touched the side of her tit with it.  She rubbed its mass against Lisle's, making the flesh bunch up near Lisle's mouth.  The friction made a wet heat billow huge inside Gerlinde's chest.  She added the delicious friction of thrusting into it as she worked Lisle's vagina hard with her thrusts.<br/><br/>"Now you know, Lisle kitty," Gerlinde purred, her lips shiny moist, her chest massaging Lisle's, her cock churning Lisle inside.  She was fucking the core of Lisle's being, she thought; changing her essence with each thrust, stroking it with her cock head to make it cling with learning.  "You know why you make all that cream.  Cream is to let me inside.  You need me inside.  And you make more cream than anyone - than anyone.  You need it more than anyone."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's hand slipped from Lisle's face to cradle her.  She lifted Lisle off the bed in a lover's embrace; lifted her firmer onto the angle of Gerlinde's thrusts.  She cradled her and thought of spending, spending in Lisle's pussy, up into Lisle's belly, while their eyes and breasts were joined.  But not yet, she told herself, panting faster.  Not yet.<br/><br/>She needed more of this too.