Ice Cream Girl Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ice Cream Girl Part 2

... expressed more hurt.

In a soft voice, Jodie said, "I could never laugh at you. Yes, I know there is an age difference, but I love your hidden spirit. I want to set that spirit free; to show you, there is a wonderful world of sexual possibility out there."

Now it was my turn to feel hurt. How could I make someone so beautiful and desirable so sad? I kissed her, pressing my lips hard against hers. Forcing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed with passion, then Jodie climbed onto the table.

"Eat me; make me cum all over your kitchen table," she urged.

I obliged. My tongue was diving into that sweet honeypot. God, she tasted so good. I worked my tongue in and out, then sucked her clit. My fingers entered her pussy. Jodie writhed, moaned, and pulled my hair as if she were trying to pull me inside of her. I buried my tongue as far as it would go. Flicking and biting that swollen clit. Driving her wild. Jodie was so wet that her pussy juice was running down my chin onto the table. The table was where I would feed my family later. This thought drove me on. I put one, then two fingers in her arse. That was the final straw. Jodie let out a guttural scream and squirted her orgasm into my mouth and all over my face. I was lapping as fast as I could but could never have collected it all. I raised myself up and placed my mouth over Jodie's. She hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. We stayed in that passionate embrace for what seemed like an age. When we finally uncoupled, ...

... Jodie said.

"That was one of the best orgasms I have ever fucking had."

Her face and chest were still flushed, make-up smeared and her hair disheveled. She looked sexier than ever. At that moment, I would have done anything to please her.

"I think it's only fair; I return the favor," Jodie said as she climbed off the table.

I was about to climb on the table when Jodie said, "Not here; I know a room that will be quite naughty."

Jodie led me by the hand out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Past my bedroom.

She then asked, "Where's your daughter's bedroom?"

"We can't fuck in there," I exclaimed in my best, shocked voice.

Jodie kissed me. "Why not? The thrill of fucking on your daughter's bed will heighten the sexual pleasure for us both."

The mom in me knew it was wrong. The new lesbian slut that was taking over me thought it was a fantastic idea. Now it was me leading Jodie to my daughter's room. I opened the door, revealing my daughter's very girly, pink, and flowery room. Just standing there naked with my equally naked teenage lover had my pussy dripping. From behind, Jodie slid her fingers into that soaking hole of mine. My pussy muscles tightened around them.

Jodie pushed me onto the bed; her fingers never left my cunt. She carried on with her fingers as she kissed my neck. I was approaching climax when she suddenly withdrew her fingers. I was about to plead for her to insert them again, but they were already entering my arse. I let out a long ...