Fivers

Through A Glass Dirtily

Only a night ago, Roxy’d had virtually nothing to do with other women in her sex life, besides looking at them, having the sight of them intrude later during a masturbation session or when the guy she was with was particularly lame. But over the course of that night of passion, she’d become an expert, at least where Tana was concerned.

While Tana tongued Roxy’s clitoris, Roxy withdrew her own tongue from her newfound love and pressed the tip to Tana’s little nubbin. It was larger, more prominent than the little pearl Tana had—a tiny, beating heart the size of a marble. And it only beat faster as Roxy’s tongue applied pressure to it. Woman and girl locked in heated need, the two primary objects of lust in Kon’s life now finding that they were just as capable of captivating each other as they were the Boy of Steel.

Tana laid on top of Roxy’s slender body, her lush curves covering Roxy’s modest ones. She knelt astride Roxy’s face, her smooth thighs enclosing Roxy’s head. As she rocked and writhed with Roxy’s lashing tongue, her voluptuous ass smothered the girl’s face. And with her lips and tongue working on Tana’s sex, Roxy raised her long, slim legs into the air, kicking and shaking in an open vee that grew wider with each caress Tana’s tongue performed on her clitoris. Her cunt was soaked with her own juices, her pulse racing, her orgasm getting closer and closer.

Roxy tried to fight back her climax, wanting to come at the same time as Tana—not wanting Tana to be better at eating pussy than she was. But there was no resisting what Tana’s tongue was doing between her legs…

Three of Them

You feel out Betsy’s tits, subtle compared to Karen and Felicia’s, and for some reason that makes you touch them with strange delicacy. It’s exciting in its own way, the svelteness of them, the modest weight fitted so elegantly to her willowy body. Then you move down to her taut belly, wonderfully soft to a light touch, but firm as steel when you put down enough pressure to feel the muscle underneath. 

Then you’re down in the gully of her sex, warm and wet enough to be slick, bare and smooth as a riverbed. You search it thoroughly, tracing your fingertips along the tender lines of her slit until you come to her clitoris, which you rub with two fingers, your big blocky fingertips seeming to dwarf the little target you’ve centered on.

No one can resist the skilled insistence of your touch, not when you’ve found the perfect spot for it. For all her inscrutable coyness, Betsy begins to shift her weight uneasily, moving away from the intensity of the sensation, then giving into it, bending into your body like the closer she gets, the better it will feel.

“So much feeling,” she whines, lust deepening her voice. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Soon,” you promise.

You hold to her as you sit down, pulling her into your lap, so of course she feels your growing erection right between the cheeks of her big ass—bulging so hugely from her slender frame that of course she makes a show of it, with her uniform sliding between her buttocks like a goddamn thong. It’s a wonder you haven’t shoved your cock into that deep valley sooner.