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An ass for spanking. Really there is no other way to describe it. I watch her at the gym, bent over – one leg at an angle on the bench and the other on the ground bringing the weight up parallel to her shoulder and working her triceps and back. I can’t help it – I walk by and just want to smack it. I have images of her ass floating in my head a long time after I have showered and gone home. I know every one of her workout outfits, the green one is a favorite with the way the pants are cut and snuggling, cuddling, molding her ass that just makes me want to find a pair of scissors and cut them right off.

She is an unusual beauty. Strong and powerful, nothing flimsy and delicate about her. Her amazing hair a dark brown with bright red highlights throughout. Sparkling eyes and a life energy that practically leaps off her body. Her laugh an absolutely contagious sound, that can’t help bring your own laughter up from whatever depths it’s hiding in, especially with the snort that often punctuates at the end like an exclamation point. A little brash and perhaps a little rough around the edges, I find her delightful. She simply cracks me up and wets my appetite.

We chat in the locker room after a lunch time workout. Standing there in some form of undress. Full or partial. I like the colour of her skin, the curve of her back that reminds me of a delicate valley. I just want to be a miniature person on a snow board and swoosh down that curve and fly off the bouncing arc of her ass. Her breasts are divine little globes. Nothing big and bulky. No. Perky and perfect. I am not certain if they are real or not, but they fit her. Suit her. They don’t move.  Her nipples aren’t bee stings no … more like bumblebee stings, proud and just begging to be pinched or swatted. Would she snort at that too?

Neither one fully stares or flirts.

Neither one is “into” women.

Neither can deny that there is a physical pull.

I want to undress her.

I want to put my fingers in her hair.

I want to kiss her.

I can see it. Her man sitting on one side of the room. Mine on the other. One can’t cross into the other’s territory. The bed a no man’s land in its center. I want to find her there. She’ll laugh, even snort. I’ll be uncomfortable and nervous. Yet my hands, even if shaky, will start to undress her. A shoulder strap, a top pulled over her head, a tug at a bras and with a lick of my lips I’d undo that clip, throw the bras in the air … and then I’ll get to touch. Will my fingers be cold or warm? Will I have the courage to lean over to her succulent morsels and lick? Suck? Kiss even? Will she release me of my top? Will our hands caress and will she pull me into her or will I pull her to me? Or will we suddenly be overcome by embarrassment and stop the whole thing cold?

I wonder. Will my hand glide down her pants, unzip them? Will her breath catch in her throat as I do so. Will I want to play with her cunt or her with mine? Or will tits and ass be enough this time … will there be a next time?

Oh how I want to be on all fours. Two bitches in heat facing and facying each other. My mouth on hers while my man ploughs me, owns me and fills me and hers does the same to her. I want to see the flush in her cheeks. Will he spank her? Will I hear the reverberation of a loud *smack* on her firm flesh? Will she hiss her pleasure between my lips. As I climb to the heights of release, will I lean my head on her shoulder and hers on mine, our men expertly fucking us and will I watch his hands on her hips pulling her towards himself and imagine myself with a dildo strapped on doing the same to her. Will I picture that as I smell her scent in her neck and drive myself to release.

Our men would come … we would come…. We’d kiss, collapse and then …..?

*snort*

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October 19, 2009 Posted by | erotica, Threesome | 36 Comments

Playing with Fire – Part III

She walked up to the cross; he was now yanking weakly at his restraints. Still dazed but coming around. She undid the leather straps and he crumbled to the floor unable to hold himself up. He sat there dazed, his back resting against one of the metal legs. He was done trying to fight any of this. “You alright” she asked kindly. He looked up and realizing it was a total stranger tried to get up but she firmly pushed him down. “Rest and enjoy the show”. Puzzled he complied. Part of him was furious, a palpable anger below the surface. Seeing that look in his eye, I had a moment of fear. Had I gone too far? But he had never said the code word. I relaxed. Too late now.

“You’re crazy, you know?” My friend commented as she walked toward me on the couch. I just grinned and nodded. “You are going to get yourself raped or killed one of these days.” I scowled at her. The words “don’t say that” escaped before I could think of something wittier to say. She was right. This was a very dangerous game indeed. After all, I knew absolutely nothing about the man I had brought “home” to play with. I was suddenly grateful for her presence.

She settled next to me, looking at the box of toys open before us. I watched her hand glide over some of her favorites. We had been here before. She pulled out a double-sided dildo and a wicked smile crossed her face as she looked at me. I was so hot and wet that the very thought of it sliding into me sent a ripple of pleasure across my entire body. Not far away I heard an appreciative moan as our guest settled down, grabbing a throw blanket and made himself comfortable. He seemed unaffected by his experience. I could almost hear him thinking, “The guys will never believe me!”. I couldn’t help wonder what parts he would omit in the retelling.

My friend’s hand had cupped a breast out of my corset. Her fingers playing with the nipple, rolling it, pinching it. Her lips in my neck, her saliva leaving a trail of cold moisture wherever it went. My hand reached down and found the fountain of wet slickness between my thighs. “You want me to take care of that?” she asked quietly in my ear. I nodded. As much as I love a man, a woman’s touch can far outdo the most skilled of them. Her fingers brushed my own aside and I felt her touch manipulate its mark. Her mouth on mine, I hissed with pleasure.

It didn’t take long for her to bring me to the very edge. With the skill of a well-practiced lover, she slid the large dildo, slowly, agonizingly so, into my gaping cunt. I was so overcome with pleasure I slid off the couch onto the floor the toy still buried inside of me. My friend giggled in a low sexy tone and came down to meet me. This time, she lay facing me, our legs crossing each others, Indian style. She impaled herself on the other end of the battery-operated rod. Facing one another, filled by the same “cock” we rocked back and forth. I was leaning against the coffee table and she against the couch. One hand on our clits the other holding us up, we lashed out in a feverish frenzy, splashing together, stabbing into each other, biting our own lips. Surprisingly, she came first. She lurched forward, as her body washed away in uncontrolled orgasm, her hips pinning me in place.

Frustrated that I had been denied release, I closed my eyes to let my fingers finish. But I felt a set of strong hands lift me off the floor. He was back. He put me on the couch, my ass towards him, my chest and arms folded comfortably on the backrest. I bent my left leg, placing the foot on the seat giving him the most spectacular view. He kissed his way down my back, but with no added foreplay, knowing I was ready to burst, he slid inside. The heat of his cock and the smell of the condom sent me nearly off the edge. I grabbed back and held his balls, letting them roll in my hand like delicate plums. My friend joined in and, placing a dollop of lube on my asshole handed him the dildo and walked away. “Revenge is sweet my friend” she laughed as she left us to it.

He grabbed my long hair and shoved the dildo into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded. I loved it. The roll reversal was inebriating. I sucked it as he fucked me. “Shit that’s sexy,” he moaned. Pulling the vibrator out of my mouth, he then placed the tip against the ring of my anus and pressed. I relaxed welcoming the intruder. The most glorious feeling rewarded me. I could feel his member rub against the dildo now firmly up my ass, the thin membrane separating the two growing hotter with every thrust. I reached down again letting my fingers play with my clit, almost loosing traction as the excessive moisture leaked out of me like tears of joy.

He fiercely pulled my hips, and his legs trembled as semen coursed upward into the lengthy rod and burned its way to burst from the end to explode like fireworks. Knowing he was coming for the third time was such a turn on that I finally felt it. I screeched and swung my head wildly with painful glee as my body went into a trembling orgasm. My hands grasped at thin air, as my tongue furiously lashed across my lips. I bolted and jerked against both dildo and meaty shaft. I fell across the couch, exhausted, spent, satisfied.

Playing with fire had paid off.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
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May 25, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Threesome, Tied Up | , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Playing with Fire – Part II

I motioned to the couch, where he could lounge for a moment and left the room to strip down. I love the power of lingerie, perhaps a vestige of playing dress up as a child. I had chosen well for my outing; not that I had planned this, but what I wore was perfect. I removed my “outer wear” to reveal the visual feast below. I grabbed one last item, put it on, and walked back into the living room and my guest.I saw his eyes go wide with a mingle of appreciation and a little apprehension. He took it all in. The tight black bustier with fuchsia trim that made my breasts look like they hovered and accentuated my hip to waist ratio. The way the detailing framed my curves making everything seem higher, rounder. My legs long and lean in fuchsia leathered heals …. But where his eyes froze; was at the strap-on I had slipped over the fuchsia mesh panties with the word “beware” stitched across my ass.

“What you going to do with that?” he laughed nervously. I arched an eyebrow high … wasn’t it obvious? I walked over, confidant but not threatening. “Exactly what you want me to do…”

I straddled him – the synthetic cock between us like a third wheel. He kissed me as he continued to chuckle, still a little nervous. His finger slid inside me, I was so wet and so ready … but I wanted to make this grown man grovel and beg for mercy. I wasn’t yet sure, how I was going to make it all happen but I knew what was going to transpire.

He let his finger covered in my juices glide along my tongue, the taste of my own secretions always a turn on. His lips were on mine again … hungry with desire as his own member came back to life, rising like Lazarus. I pinned him down with my weight – he let me. He was far stronger than I was and could have easily overcome me – he chose not to. My hands caressed his body, my teeth bit into his flesh. I let my canines and fingers create red welts along his jugular and left battle scars everywhere they went. I kissed him and bit his lower lip … hard. He hissed and kissed back urgently. His breathing was fast, his body shivering with every unyielding or feather light touch.

“Get up” I order. In a daze and trance, he obeyed. I walked him over to the metal cross and before he could think too long about the consequences; I snapped him in, the leather straps holding him in place. There he was – facing the wall – his ass mine …quite literally. I leaned in and whispered, “The code word is “Panther” do you understand?” He nodded suddenly trembling. I soothingly rubbed his body. I reached for some oil and used it to massage his shoulders. He sighed and relaxed. I switched to lube and placed some liberally around the ring of his ass and all over the fake shaft still attached to my pelvic bone.

I let my fingers caress the skin on his back … barely touching. I could see goose bumps spring up and involuntary shivers take over. I leaned down and grabbed his member – it was almost painful as I pulled it back unnaturally. Holding it tight in one hand, I played with his balls and teased the tip. I let the other hand wander down and started massaging his puckered anus once more. His breath caught and he could feel his resolve dissipate. He tensed and I knew if I didn’t stop or break the rhythm he would come. I swiftly stood up, and firmly pressed my body against his. He let out a yelp as the head of his penis, now released, sprung back to the front and hit the cold metal of the x in the cross. My own spear pushed against his ass, the tip pressing against the ring. He tensed, and I let my fingers dig into his hair and pulled his head backwards. The gesture shocked him as he struggled to breathe, his head pulled so unnaturally. It was enough … I pressed the head of the dildo in, felt resistance …. Waited … waited … I leaned in and bit his shoulder blade hard. He reacted again with a muffled scream and I slid in all the way.

“NO!!!” …. he shook and trembled. I waited for the code word … but it never came. I started to fuck him. This strong heterosexual male was at my mercy and for all his denial and litany of No’s … he was enjoying it. His body betrayed him. He yanked on the restraints and whimpered as I invaded his body in a way it had never been before. I reached for a whip, and never breaking my rhythm, let the leather leave mark after mark on his back. Oh the power. To see such strength reduced to this. To watch him give up control. A cavernous, angry and powerful moan came from deep within him. It was animalistic in everyway – if he had not been tied up, I would have feared the sound. I never broke tempo as the dildo and whip took turns beating him down ….Beating his orgasm up. It was coming and he feared it – fought it.

The fierceness of the scream that ripped through him was proof that every single inhibition, wall and self-image he had of himself had been trampled. He was at the mercy of his bodies desires. He could not control it, could not stop it …. It owned him. He was no longer master of his domain, the orgasm was and I was the pilot. His head thrashed back, I dropped the whip, plunging in hard one last time and placed one hand on his mouth and the other pinched his nose. He could not breathe. His body panicked as the supply of air died. His chest pulling for oxygen that never came. I slowly resumed the pelvic thrusts, gentle now, driving the dildo inside him again and at last, he came. He shot his load and at that moment, I released him. He took a deep shuddering breath and roared with pleasure at the same time.

He hung limp from his straps. Too weak and spent to stand on his own. I pulled out. Sat on the couch, flushed and sexually unsatisfied; disinfected the dildo and put a few things away. Just then, my friend walked in with a smile on her face….. I looked up and grinned back at her. “How long you been listening at the door?” …. She was flushed and her hand was twitching with a need to release sexual energy. “Long enough” she purred.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
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May 18, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Threesome, Tied Up, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

Playing with Fire – Part I

Photography by Danniel Oickle

I have been called many things in life. Femme Fatal, Amazon, Package Deal, Nymphomaniac, Sex Goddess, Triple Threat… to mention just a few. All of them I take with a grain of salt or even wear the badge with pride. I am not ashamed of who I am, nor do I hide my voracious appetite. Even being called a “bitch with attitude” doesn’t bother me. After all, it can be true.

I love the curves of my body. I was once told I was like a white girl with a black woman’s ass. I have never forgotten that particular calling card. Trust a Cockney bouncer to come up with that one!

I had gone out after a long day and was having fun dancing. I recognize that many people go to clubs to hook up; most bars are meat markets. Not me. I go because I love to dance. I enjoy letting the music move me, love the way it feels like it’s caressing my body… I relish the abandonment, the escape. The energy I get from dancing is astonishing.

I had managed to keep men at bay all night, but walking to the bathroom an idiot grabbed my ass pinching it hard enough to bruise. “Oh how I would like to get into your panties” he garbled … I pulled away and threw over my shoulder some quip remark about one asshole being enough, thank you.

When I returned, I noticed a newcomer; there was something disarmingly honest about his face. A large, easy smile that made my own lips curl upwards. He happily talked to his friends, with the ease of a man sure of who he is and secure in his identity. Oh, yes… now he … he was yummy.

I insinuated myself between him and his buddies, leaning over to place an order with the bartender for a drink I didn’t really want. In the mirror behind all the bottles, I saw him look down at my derriere and give it an appreciative nod. Then, surprisingly, he locked eyes with me in the mirrors reflection – smiling. He knew. He knew I had targeted him and saw through my tactic. Only he was game. It was written all over him.

He leaned in whispering: “Should I be buying you that drink?” I shook my head no, took my beverage, downed it, walked three steps away, and put out my hand in a “come hither” gesture. His friends shouted a “no!” telling him that he’d be crazy to go. “She‘s hot man – women like that are bitches“. It was the only push he needed. Oh yes, I liked him more and more.

He followed me to the dance floor, where we let our bodies ride the musical waves together. He had rhythm, and knew how to move. Promising indeed. My arms languidly dropped around his shoulders and I could feel the heat rising between us. We kissed passionately, each comfortable in our own cockiness. Both aware of our charms and power over the other in that moment. Things were going to happen. We both knew it and both of us wanted it. We were playing with fire.

One friend of his in particular was irate. Feeling left out he kept trying to cut in or discourage the attraction. But we laughed it off. The more he and others disapproved, the more we enjoyed each other’s presence. Apparently neither one of us had quite outgrown our inner teenage rebel.

I needed some air and walked away – certain he would follow. He did not disappoint. I walked out of the club and he sauntered up next to me. We enjoyed the play of electricity between us as we walked up the street in silence to the outskirts of a park. There we kissed. Our lips brushed, our tongues mingled, and my hand squeezed his cock through his pants. I am strong, and not afraid to show it. He moaned into my mouth, pulled back and just smiled. It was time to take him home…

… Not my home. I took him to a friend’s house for which I have a key and an open invitation to let myself in at all times. A friend with some interesting décor choices.

I have never been a big fan of real, serious S&M. Nevertheless, like anyone that enjoys sexual adventure and collecting sexploits, it is of interest to skim the surface. This was that kind of love shack. I walked into the room, turned the lights on low thanks to a dimmer and asked him to strip. He seemed a little taken aback at the authority in my voice, but obeyed. I could see his eyes following the four walls of the room, his confidence slightly shaken. Not so sure now as he nervously eyed the large cross of steel on the wall with leather cuffs hanging from each extremity – not to mention the abundant collection of whips, knives and other paraphernalia.

I wanted to let him know that this was about mutual pleasure. I kneeled and kissed the length of his stiffening manhood with moist lips until it stood tall and straight before my face. Then flattening my tongue I gave it a broad, slow licking, back up the flared head. Finally, I opened wide and surrounded the pulsating rod with my sucking mouth.

I practically inhaled his cock with complete abandon. All traces of sophistication now gone. I was at present nothing more then a simple woman going insane over a gorgeous penis. Up and down … Up and down. My hands cupped and snuggled into the valley of his ass. He didn’t stand a chance. My index finger probed into his warm crack to find his asshole. Finding the mark, I followed the anal ring around and around. It felt too good for him to do anything but enjoy it. I let my finger dig inside the tight muscle and started exploring.

I sucked hard never breaking my steady rhythm. Finger dipping and twisting driving him crazy. I allowed the thick honey to erupt on my chest but I kept gouging with my index as lurch after involuntary lurch came from his hips. Nothing was coming out now; but to him it felt like it was… long after his climax usually ended. The finger was driving him, causing him to make jerk after jerk. Reading his body language, I knew the moment of pleasure had passed for now.

I slowly eased from the depths of his anus and he whispered, “wow…”.

The trap was set.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
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May 11, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Threesome, Tied Up, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Three Is Not a Crowd

Her name is Severine. I’ve seen her at the gym. A tiny framed 21 year old blond with a lovely figure. I’m not in the habit of looking at other women in the change rooms. I’m not even all that into women. But there is something about her. Her skin has the flush of a new tan and her blond hair is simple and fetching, framing her small face. She is always perfectly groomed and even looks lovely sweating. She is in a word – Lovely.

She has a fit and lithe body; she works out as hard and is as dedicated as I and it shows. I feel strong and powerful next to her delicate frame. But she’s got strength too; I can see the muscle ripple when she moves. Most fascinating to me are her small breasts. Smaller then mine, they seem light as if gravity had no effect on them at all, unlike my own that seem more to defy then float. Hers are perky, with nipples that point upwards; I can’t help imagine what it might be like to wrap my lips around them? More then 10 years my junior I wonder … what does such youth taste like?

I would enjoy the opportunity to explore her young body, as much as you would, and my imagination unfolds before me.

It would be late; the gym would be near closing. Severine and I would be the last ones there. We are regulars and the staff knows us well. We’d be walking into the change rooms to shower when a staff member would stop us. “you two done?” we nod … “do you mind closing up – I know it’s highly unorthodox but I have a bit of an emergency and I need to go and it’s closing time and if I give you the keys can you just turn off the lights and lock the door – then leave the keys with the commissionaires upstairs … do you mind?” We agree and move into the locker room.

We start to undress and as I pull up my tight top up I get slightly wedged in – I can’t get it over my head! I start to laugh. I’m trapped with my arms over my head – my breasts protruding forward standing in otherwise nothing but my thong. Severine sees my plight and starts to giggle too. “Need a hand?” I reply with sarcasm “You think?” She walks over I can only hear her but not see her – the fabric of my top is blocking my view. I feel her small, slightly cold hands brush up against mine – she must be standing on the bench to pull up – there is no other way! Tug … tug … off it comes.

I stare ahead of me and see her tight stomach. Smooth and silky, I look up at her as she looks down from her perch handing me my top. She’s like a little Greek Goddess painting, her perfect small globes hovering above my head … I take a risk …tentatively reach out … look her in the eye …. Will she bolt?

She tilts her head to the side askance … and a light suddenly goes off. She understands … a small and nervous smile spreads across both our lips. I caress the soft underside of her breast, her nipples become hard and a small gasp escapes her lips. She steps down. We stare at each other for a moment. I can’t help feel huge next to her. It’s her turn, she raises her hand and caresses the upper slope off my breast and cups a breast in her hand. “Superbe” she whispers in French. It would seem she finds me as attractive as I do her. She shares with me how she has envied me my curves, my firm and ample ass, my hip to waist ratio and more she envies me my confident and flirtatious ways. She says she could never be like that.

I look at her … amazed. How can she say that? Has she looked at herself? I sit her down on the bench, and kneel on the floor. Looking up at her I tell her how beautiful she is. I let my finger paint the picture I’m describing to her. I draw a line from the back of her ear to the collarbone to her delicate neck. I draw another line – the one that falls between her breasts and then cup them both with my hands sharing with her my vision of them, how they float, how they appeal. I lower my lips and let my tongue gently scoop up a nipple and take it in my mouth, sucking gently. My tongue follows the inner curve up to her neck, her chin and her lips, with their lovely cupids bow. I kiss her, gentle … tentative.

She kisses me back. I find myself playing the role of the man and I’m ok with that. She’s shaking a little … I stop and I ask if she’s alright … does she want this to continue? … I’m game if she is…. “Oui …. oui …” barely there, but a green light none the less.

I stand and reach down to her, my head making a “follow me” movement. We walk hand in hand to the large shower stall. I grab my shower gel, turn on the hot water and pull her into me. I let the water rinse away the salt of our workout. Taking some gel, I place a small dollop in the palm of my hand and say: “do to me – what I do to you … ok?” She nods grabbing the gel and putting a dollop in her own hand. Looking up at me waiting to play follow the leader.

I rub the shower gel over her shoulders and, pulling her in towards me; scrub her back with my finger tips. She lets out a nervous giggle and does the same, arms locked around each other I enjoy the feeling of her nibble fingers following the trail of my spine, down to the small of my back… she hesitates … I let my own hands slide down and cup her ass… she does the same and I feel a wetness between my thighs that isn’t coming from the shower. The shower head in this large space is a hand held, I pull it off and rinse her, then kneeling I gently spread her legs before me and, place the shower head so that the hot water is spraying onto her clit. She breaths in and stiffens, then relaxes as the water pressure starts to do its magic, I can see a new flush to her skin, a creeping redness across her chest. There is a small plastic bench … this handicap shower stall is well designed. I drop the hand held and cupping her ass direct her to the bench – she sits and of her own will spreads her legs far and wide apart. I’m astonished but pleased. Her naked body is beautiful, her hair wet, her chest and cheeks flushed with excitement, her hands holding herself up, her lithe legs spread in a “come hither” way. I walk up and once again find myself on my knees, as if worshipping. I can still hear the water wasting away in the corner, but I don’t care. I let my fingers spread the folds of her cunt and look at my prize. A small ball, erect and swollen. I lower my lips and gently suck. Her head leans against the shower wall all residue of will power gone. I suck one more time and then allow my finger to massage her clit. Three circles and a lick…. three circles and a lick ….now 4 and a lick .. now 5 and a lick….5…6…7…. Suddenly a moan rips through her and I find my head clamped between her thighs as an orgasm travels through her.

She’s blushing and a little embarrassed but I kiss her and move back to the shower. We continue in happy companionship to lather up and clean.

We hear the door to the locker room open. We freeze, the curtain is no longer drawn and we are fully exposed should a person walk all the way to the back. We hold our breath.

“Hello??” I raise and eyebrow. That sounds a lot like … I poke my head out and find myself staring at your handsome face. “What are you doing here?” I ask. Severine pokes her head out too from behind me …”What are YOU doing?” comes the reply.

In a move I never saw coming, Severine steps out – naked as the dawn and kisses me on the lips – winks at you and answers with her lovely lilting French accent “what do you think?” She leans in and puts her arm around my waist. I’m now the one blushing. Where did that come from? She pulls me down a little and whispers “want to play more?”… I grin. We look at you and you sense a shift in the air. Our smiles must be playful and a little femme fatal. You actually take a step back that smirk gone from your face replaced by … is that uncertainty?

Severine grabs the keys and goes to lock the gym door – now is no time for any more intruders. Alone with you in the locker room I walk up to you. Grab my towel and ask “dry my back?” You take the towel, but toss it on the ground; you grab me and kiss me. You don’t know what is about to happen but you know you are going to enjoy it! “Your amazing… a wonder …” I nod. I know.

I unceremoniously pull off your top, your belt, and your pants. I get you to sit on the bench where it had all started what seemed like only moments ago … and pull off your socks. Your hand slides up and grabs my cunt. It’s wet, very, very wet. Unlike Severine, I have not yet had release. You let a finger slide in, I moan. Just then my partner in crime walks in and for a moment your hand goes to pull away. Then you reach out to her and while still letting your fingers dance in my cunt you kiss her as she bends down to you. Lips on her, fingers in me … Your cock springs out of your boxers demanding attention. Looking at me, Severine draws my attention to your situation. I nod.

We both kneel before you. What a view. My dark curls to her light blond hair… my voluptuous curves to her lithe form … it’s a portrait in opposites. I take the left, and she takes the right. Both our lips meeting again – with your member between us. We are both sucking your cock and kissing in intervals. The passion is mounting and you let out a deep growl.

We stop. Pulling your boxers off, I ask you to lie on the bench. One leg on each side, on your back your member rising up. Severine straddles you – hovering above your cock. I straddle you above your mouth. You now understand the plan. Severine and I make eye contact and in perfect unison lower. Just as your lips touch my cunt, her cunt engulfs your member. For a moment you are unable to move, to think … the sensation is overwhelming. I wiggle, reminding you that you too have a role to play in this. Your tongue flicks up and in. Every time Severine would move up – so would your tongue, every-time she would move down you’d suck. I’m looking at her enjoying your hot cock, riding it like a pro, her legs flexing and her hands clamped over your thighs … she looks at me, pleasure on her face, her breasts sway with the motion – they hypnotize… she moves in tandem with your tongue over and over and over and over… then… I feel it. It’s small at first, like a tension throughout, and then it focuses and builds, I can feel the inner walls clamp down and my body shivers in anticipation…. I moan “I’m coming”…. And seconds later I feel an orgasm run through my body. Moments later Severine sits a final time, impaled on your member and moans herself. You shoot your load inside her and I move away, to sit on the bench inches from the top of your head, my legs spread, and your hair tickling my sensitive clit. I look down and lean in to kiss you. My juice is till on your lips, and now transfers to mine. I look up and Severine is next to me “I’m going to clean up” she whispers. I kiss her before she walks away. I look down at you, your eyes gleaming. You sigh, sitting up, you turn around to face me, and wrap your arms around me … spent – we are spent. “Thank you…” I pull away … for what I ask? You shake your head…. “For what? THIS for this!! you silly girl!”. Then we hear Severine … “j’ai faim!” We all laugh as we get dressed.

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