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Pippa’s face was so close to mine that my eyes had difficulty focusing, her breathing still irregular across my skin, strange little sobs trapped in her throat, her moisture filled eyes unusually bright, her lips so close to my own, her fingers sliding down into the crevice between my slightly parted thighs. Pippa’s forceful caresses sent my petite frame spiralling as pulses of sensation spasmed along my quivering pussy walls, as my body writhed atop her beautiful fingers, as my tiny breasts and thick stiff nipples heaved violently beneath my tears dampened blouse, as my stomach clenched and my thighs began to shake uncontrollably, as the tension trapped inside my wonderfully filled sex thrummed desperate to be released across my entire body.
Page after page of glossy photographs celebrating the sheer beauty of the female form; page after page of impressively voluptuous women; page after page of cleavages that I could press my head between and lick their sternum whilst they suffocate me with their flesh; page after page of huge stiff nipples that I could take in my small mouth and suckle as they quiver and bounce beneath my attentions; page after page of soft, yielding breasts that I want to caress, lick, bite and dribble across with my eager and demanding mouth.
I watch as the amber liquid gurgles down the bottle neck, between Robert’s pursed lips and into his undeserving mouth; my eyes skitter sideways to take in Jonathon looking enquiringly at me, before dropping down to rest on the semi-erect flesh that Robert is slowly but persistently massaging between thumb and fingers. I feel fingers in my hair pulling me upward, leading me, guiding me, directing me, my mouth parting, teeth hidden, tongue resting passively in the soft warm cave of my mouth, breathing through my nose, trying to avoid the smell as I feel the partly swollen helmet of his cock pressing at my lips.
I can feel her wriggling in her heels, her hand cupping the heavy weight extending before incomparable her, running it sideways across my lips, pushing them wider at the edges, pulling the top lip upwards, pressing its compatriot ever down until her drenched little bitch is open and panting before her saliva soaked cock. Cock gliding through the sea of my saliva to press at the tight entrance to my throat; her digits manipulating my head to ease its rampant passage into the narrow air-filled confines of mewling me; her hips thrusting rhythmically at my splayed mouth; nose flattened as it bashes into the soft, receptive flesh of her pubic mound; gagging as her cockhead slides inexorably.
Yet now here was someone to save me from that; lovely Anita with her cascading hair, starring eyes and fulsome lips, who perhaps desires the caress of my fingers over her ample breasts, who wants to feel my lips kissing their way across her glowing skin, who needs my tongue lapping at the slippery wetness of her pussy as the soft squidgy flesh of her thighs closes around my trapped head.
It’s exactly the same with first dates; they promise you the earth as they spread your creamy thighs and slide their thick cock into your lustful, warm, wet pussy but come the morning the fingers that danced so adroitly across your shivering skin can’t seem to find their way around a mobile’s keypad. Deposited on Robert’s cock, my pussy lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth, arms coiled around his neck, legs wrapped around his abdomen, feet clinging to his buttocks, back sliding up and down the smooth wall, arse smacking against the plasterwork, eyes staring unseeingly, mouth agape in a silent ecstatic scream as he ravages my ejaculating pussy with his throbbing muscle.
Pippa has this little thing that she does with her mouth when she isn't entirely happy ... a small pursing of her lips that makes her nose twitch ever so slightly, and I've never told her about it because I've always enjoyed knowing a bit more about what she's thinking than she wants to let on. Well, I don't know what I expected from Pippa, but a huge grin cracks we sit at separate ends of her sofa, a wine glass in one hand and the Pippa cracks a grin, dips ‘her' head into her wine and watching Pippa, slightly flushed, eyes closed, hair falling forward to Carefully, Pippa crawled back to her end of the sofa cradling her dildo
I tiptoe across the shop; calves taught, thighs extended, a tap of metal, a swish of nylon clad leg, the soft gentle pressure of my thighs caressing my swollen labia with every step as I allow my hips to find the rhythm of my feet and my bottom to wiggle beneath the second skin of my dress. I reach the end of the walkway; wobble uncertain of how to turn, my legs jelly, my body flushed with excitement, the pressure spreading ever upwards through my delicate shaking legs to vibrate in the glowing furnace of my pussy. I stand there a moment panting as my body shakes beneath me before slowly opening my eyes and allowing myself to return to the here and now.
Who, most certainly, shouldn’t be stood, naked on lovely Grant and Anita’s balcony, squeezing my pussy muscles together, ogling Grant’s cock and hoping beyond hope that he’ll take me by the hand, lead me to the bed and fill my aching wetness with his hard, thrusting, muscle. I shake my head, there is no room in my mind for memory, it’s full with aching ankles and shaking legs, with Grant’s nuzzling cock and my impatient, empty, desperate, sodden pussy, with Anita’s fluttering fingers and teasing words … no reasoning, no thought, no anything, just flesh and blood and cum.
Which is what he is going to do; so I’m gonna have to dash because I’ve got a virgin who needs their cherry popping, arriving very shortly and I do want to look my best … but don’t worry I will pop back and tell you how it went. I drove myself down on his splendid cock, my pussy muscles clamping fiercely around him, wet squelching noises accompanying every descent, my lovely little bottom jiggling as it crashed against his thighs, my tiny breasts bouncing wildly beneath my blouse, my hair stuck to my face by a light sheen of sweat and the remains of his cum, my hands gripping the back of the chair, my face inches from his, eyes locked on each other and my mouth screaming, screaming, screaming … “Fuck Me.”
With one last firm caress of your tremulous cock; with a final thrust of three fingers into the deepest depths of my pussy; with one final glance at gorgeously exposed, cock sucking me; three bodies explode, starbursts consuming our minds, waves of pleasure resonating through our twitching bodies, girl and boy cum spurting from our wonderful sexes. Silent screams, lost amongst the too large rubber ball pressed and strapped into my mouth, soaked now with drool that coats my chin, splatters down onto y wildly heaving breasts, splashes onto the mechanical monster that I grip fiercely with every remaining ounce of my strength between my uncontrollably twitching thighs.
Time seeps by; the ache of my taut limbs more intense with every passing second, salted sweat springing forth from my every pore to drench my skin, the little quivers of sensation that rippled through my pubis rising in a series of minor crescendos, each more assertive than the last and leaving me panting delightfully. Their eyes will consume my body, shaking before them, bathed, glistening and quivering in orgasmic pleasure as they find each other in the darkness, as mouths swallow throbbing cocks, as fingers flick their way across swollen clitoral nubs, as nipples are sucked, pussys licked, and as phalluses are buried between soaking wet labia all eyes will be on me.
Even as Grant’s cock splits my beautifully naked, shaven peach, even as his tempo accelerates, even as he fills me yet deeper with every thrust, even as my pussy muscles clench around his thickness, even as he invades my most private place, even as Anita’s tongue slides up his still cum soaked length, even as her tongue tip explores along both sides of my cock-split vulva, even as she drifts up and around my exposed, pouting clitoris and Grant pushes every last millimetre of his throbbing muscle into the wonderfully orgasmic wetness between my splayed legs … throughout all this, despite the ascending crescendo of pleasure emanating from my fucked and teased pussy, I remain quivering and cumming poised as I’ve been positioned with my legs shaking uncontrollably and my ankles screaming for mercy, determined to be a good girl.
Can you taste the wetness pooling in your mouth as your tongue tip teases along the undulating ridge of exposed teeth before flicking further outwards to coat those soft lips in glistening saliva? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? My over-sensitised skin demanding that manicured half-moons trickle across their trembling surface; that it be teased into wretched spasming pleasure; that they traverse it slowly, always heading inexorably southward seeking the smooth, razor tended mound of my pubis as I thrust myself upwards to offer myself to their tormenting touch.
It’s obvious she doesn’t know where to place herself; can’t meet my gaze, keeps flicking her eyes about the room as if assessing the alternative seating options, her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip, her knuckles white as her fingers strain against the glass and just the slightest hint of flushing skin playing about the small inverted triangle of flesh visible atop her primly buttoned and crisply efficient work blouse. I rotate my foot slightly; a soft squeeze of my thighs sending dreamy palpitations through my dribbling pussy; the rounded toes of my shoe sliding along her, pushing harder, seeking higher, trying to reach the sensitive flesh behind her knee so it may delicately kiss at the underside of her thigh, and forcing her pale trembling legs a little wider to allow me unfettered access.
She comes to me; sneaks beneath the covers behind me, the mattress adjusting to our twin weights, the duvet sliding off my heated skin, part revealing shaking trembling me as with firmly closed eyes, open mouth and gently panting breath, I feel the soft weight of her breasts pushing against the curvature of my back. I step out of the bedroom; naked, flushed, dirty, flesh clammy, dried sweat coating my skin, tiny flecks of vomit unnoticed on my lips, hair untended and quite disastrous, pussy throbbing, juices slick down my thighs, eyes unnaturally bright, nipples fierce stiff nubs atop my heaving breasts; and head off in search of my hostess.
I’m the scaredycat who’s been liberally doused in wine, beer and sambuca sat on the other end of the sofa; my eyes fixed on the black rubber member protruding from beneath Pippa’s skirt, my little breasts rising and falling in time with my raggedy breath, my hands shaking as they caress the pale, tender skin of my inner thighs and my pussy aglow, awash, a … a … a … a needy, pulsating, dribbling, furnace of lust. I’m no longer breathing just repeating “Fuck, yes” endlessly over and over as Pippa, fingers now flicking back and forth across my completely exposed clit, starts sliding ‘Mr Shaft’ in and out of my soaking slit; and with every gentle thrust, she buries him just a little deeper into my hot, sticky vaginal passage.
This is how I holiday; my body gently basting in finely applied suntan oil, reclining on a lounger, slightly out of sight of my fellow sun worshippers, invisible behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses, my eyes darting back and forth enraptured by the abundance of flesh on display, and my mind concocting fantasies about how my near, dear, neighbours will pleasure my little body. Low moans escape my mouth as fingers converge on the needy, soaked gash between my legs, my pubis rising and falling, muscles contracting as my pussy walls squeeze about my empty wetness, slithers of pleasure like firework rockets dart from my gently abraded clitoris to explode in my thighs, my stomach, my arse and my pussy.
Slowly I allow a single finger to slide between my puffy, dribbling swollen lips before bringing them up dripping to find themselves a home in the liquid recess of my mouth; and as my busy little mouth suckles the glorious juices from my soaked digit, I keep my smiling eyes firmly fixed on the all seeing orb. A single breath across his tip could send him over the top, a lick of my saliva soaked tongue could push him beyond any control, a flick of a finger, a squeeze or gentle slide of my hand down his length could turn me into the cum drenched girl of my dreams.
After Pippa had introduced me to ‘Mr Shaft’; after she had skewered me on that massive double-ended dildo and fucked my aching, stretched pussy until my whole body twitched and cum soaked my upturned arse; after all that, she left me helplessly spasming, my legs splayed, 6 inches of black, rubber cock filling my pussy and another 12 inches standing upright between my fair, alabaster thighs; left me and disappeared.
Embarrassment consumes me; my entire being flushing crimson as her hungry eyes watch my little girl body quivering with pleasure, fixed on the twin digits that have slid so effortlessly into the soaking wetness of my pussy. I want to feel my nipples stiff against the tightly stretched fabric, to have the flesh of my breasts barely contained within a pre-pubescent cup, to be constantly aware of the elastic in my bikini briefs as it bites into my hips and leaves tram lines across my arse cheeks. The words stop as she studies me; her eyes inspecting my face, her hands sliding down my cheek, fingers running down the length of my swan-like neck as I hold my head as high as if I was constrained within a posture collar.