“Ohhh yesss,” she moaned, wiggling. “Lick me, Tara… lick my pussy.”
I couldn’t resist-her flesh was soft and wet, and I sank into her heat with my lapping tongue. Her clit was very thick, and she gasped when I sucked it between my lips, using a back and forth motion over the fat nub with my tongue. She really seemed to like that, and I felt the vibration of the cock again my lips as I licked her, moving the shaft in and out of her hole.
I could see her belly quivering, the fiery red landing strip of hair above her slit still beaded with water, and the swell of her breasts swaying as she rocked with me, her nipples caught in her fingers as she tugged and pulled on them. Her juices flowed like water and I felt them making the shaft of the cock more slippery, making my fingers wet as I fucked her, that vibrating bird plunging its long tongue into her ass.
“Oh Tara!” she moaned, abandoning her nipples and reaching down with both hands to mash my face into her flesh. “Make me come!”
I made some noise, a gasp of encouragement, but it was completely muffled against her pussy as she shuddered with her orgasm, her whole body racked with it, convulsing and twisting. My slippery fingers lost hold of the vibrator, but it didn’t matter, because the strong muscles of her cunt drew it deeper inside of her with each contraction.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered, over and over, finally letting go of my hair. I licked my lips, slick with her juices, and slowly slid the pink shaft out of her pussy.
She groaned, taking a deep, shuddering breath.
“Hey, where you going with that?” she teased as I stretched out beside her on the bed with the vibrator. “Gonna have to teach you about multiple orgasms. I’m good for at least one more…”
I smiled as she sat up on the bed, her fingertips moving lightly over my belly, upward to my breasts. They were much smaller than hers, my nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling, but they were incredibly sensitive and I gasped when she pinched them.
“Easy,” I whispered and she raised her eyebrows, leaning in to suck one. “Ohhh yes… like that…”
Her rolling tongue made circles and her other hand slipped between my legs, surprising me once again at the raw sensation of being touched there now that I was bare. I was dripping wet and aching for her. The fingers sliding inside of me, the rock of her palm against my mound, the licking of her tongue against my nipple, were all spreading fast heat through my body.
Grabbing the vibrator off the bed, she grinned at me and said, “Your turn.”
“Oh yes,” I moaned, watching her lick the head of it, still sticky wet with her juices.
“But I want some attention, too,” she said, swinging her leg over my head as she climbed onto me, centering her still-wet pussy over my face. “Let’s see if you can multi-task.”
I laughed, but when she turned the vibrator on and slid it against my flesh, my giggle turned into a moan. I had played with it countless times myself, but it felt entirely
different having someone else pushing the shaft past my swollen lips, seeking the deepest parts of me with the tip.
Then I felt her tongue, sweet, soft heaven slipping between my smooth, shaved lips, a sensation I couldn’t have described before if I had tried. There was no protection, nowhere for my little clit to hide, and her lips found it right away, sucking and licking on it as she began to fuck me with the vibrator, filling my pussy with a deep, aching hum.
“Don’t forget me,” she murmured, wiggling her bottom, and I opened my eyes, looking up at her open, wet slit, shaved just as smooth as my own.
She moaned when my mouth found her clit, going straight there. I couldn’t focus, feeling her licking and fucking me, and I knew I wouldn’t have the concentration to explore her with my tongue, so I just stayed at that sensitive rise of flesh, licking back and forth, letting her juices flow down my cheeks and chin.
Her tongue was competing with the hum of the bird at first, pressing into my flesh. It felt for a while like she was nudging it back and forth over my clit with her tongue, playing with it, teasing it. Then she turned it, like I had inside of her, making me gasp and squirm when she pressed the buzzing little probe against my asshole.
“Kelly!” I moaned, my voice muffled against her flesh, but she ignored me, pressing the vibrator in further, the shaft sunk deep into my flesh, the rotating beads teasing the outer edges of my pussy, and the hum of the little bird now pressing his long, thin proboscis deep into my ass, his head buried there too, all the way up to his wings.
Her mouth went to work, then, and I knew I couldn’t hold off. I just grabbed onto her hips, rocking with the sensation between my legs, teetering on the edge of release,
my own tongue moving over her clit in a fierce, persistent rhythm. If I was going, I wanted to take her with me.
A moment later, I got my wish, my climax flooding like a tidal wave, my body trembling with the force of it. Kelly moaned and sucked and licked at me even faster as I came. Her hips were bucking and thrusting against my tongue so hard it was difficult to stay on her clit, but I managed, rewarded with her shuddering orgasm, her hips rocking in my hands as she came right along with me.
When she rolled off of me onto the bed, we were both panting with our pleasure.
Her hand was still on the vibrator between my legs-although she had turned it off, she hadn’t taken it out.
“So…” Kelly murmured, going up on her elbow to look at me. “I’ve got an idea…”
“For me and John?” I looked up at her and saw that she was grinning. “Or you and me?”
“Actually…” She turned the vibrator back on, making me moan. “It involves all three of us…”
The vibrator hummed, making my pussy contract around it, and she started to move it slowly in and out. I wiggled, gasping, and knew it was going to be a while before I actually got to hear her idea-but I didn’t mind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Friday night, and we both knew what that meant. I loved the anticipation of it, all through dinner, talking about our day. It seemed normal, it sounded perfectly mundane, but there was an underlying promise in every movement-the angle at which he leaned back in his chair, the way his eyes followed the spoon to my mouth, the tingle along my arm when my hand brushed his passing the salt.
My lingerie order from Kelly’s party had come in and I had been wearing a pair of black, crotchless panties all day under my skirt, and every time I moved, it felt as if the two thin, sheer bands of cloth were conspiring to press my pussy lips together and caress my clit until I was driven beyond distraction.
“Do you want help cleaning up?” John asked, leaning over and kissing the top of my head as he stood, holding his empty plate. His lips felt like they lingered a little longer than normal and my breath caught when I met his eyes. “I’m going to go downstairs for a while.”
My heart sank, knowing exactly what he was going to do down there. Determined to be more of a distraction than the phone, I stood up, snaking my arm around his neck and nibbling at his ear.
“Why don’t we forget the dishes?” I whispered, taking his hand to guide it down to the hem of my skirt and lifting my leg to wrap it around his. “In fact, why don’t we make more of mess?”
“More…?” His eyes were questioning until his fingers, kneading their way up my thigh, found the soft, smooth skin of my pussy lips between the two bands of material.
“I’m so wet,” I whispered, wiggling my hips against his hand, wanting to feel him touch me. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you fucking me.”
“Tara,” he groaned, one finger sliding into me as I rocked against him.
My hand found him, his trousers doing nothing to hide how hard he was, and I worked his belt with one hand.