Friends: Choosing A Groomsman - Sex Stories

Friends: Choosing A Groomsman

... said she was ready for a little bit more. Rachel's pussy lips had swollen with her desire. Her clit and inner lips now protruded slightly. Chandler paused, then gave her a long slow lick, the full length of her slit. "Oh god... oh god..." Rachel gasped. "Do that again... more... lick me more..." Chandler fulfilled her requests, completely unconcerned that he was striving to pleasure a woman who was not his wife. "Oh yeah... yeah... lick me... oh lick me, Chandler..." His tongue kept tracing its path forward and back, methodically pushing Rachel closer to orgasm. "Mm... mm..." she whined as one delicate hand grasped the crown of his head and pulled him in closer to her crotch - if 'closer' was even possible. Chandler's tongue wagged back and forth, gradually working its way deeper into Rachel. She was panting, and her head fell forward, eyes closed, simply enjoying the sensations between her legs. "Uhhnnnn.... uuuhhnnnn..." she groaned. Rachel realized for the first time that she could very well cum like this. She felt her partner's tongue begin to do small circles, swirling inside her cunt. She moaned, "OOOhhh, yeah." Rachel's hands left her breast and Chandler's head, and clamped onto his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the muscles. Undeterred by the slight pain (after all, Monica was known for leaving nail marks on his back too), Chandler drove onward, licking as far inside her as he could reach. Her face scrunched up in a look of either discomfort, or extreme ...

... pleasure. Judging by the erotic "OH! OH!" that accompanied her visage, it was clearly the latter. Rachel raised up on her tiptoes, and shifted her weight forward. She supported herself on Chandler's shoulders, as she practically tried to mount his face, wanting more of that tongue inside her. His fingers kneaded her toned ass, as his mouth coaxed her on. A hard-on was tenting his pants, and he knew that soon enough, he'd get to be inside her. She held each breath that rushed in through pursed lips. Chandler could feel her body tense with her approaching climax. His tongue abandoned its swirling motion, and began vigorously licking up and down the folds of flesh. That was all she needed. Seconds later, her orgasm hit. Rachel's calf muscles let go, and she dropped flat-footed to the floor. She groaned over and over, and her torso heaved forward as each wave surged through her body. Her partner kept on licking, stimulating these waves. As she began coming down, she moved away from Chandler's head. Brushing the hair from her face, she panted, "Omigod, Chandler. That was..." "Oh, but we're not done yet," he gently interrupted her. "We're not?" she asked with a hint of wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, no," he said as he stood. "Lay on the couch." Chandler quickly got naked as Rachel followed his direction. He knew that these moments were the best time to bring her back up again, and he didn't want to lose this window. "Nope. Face-down," he said sweetly, kissing her on the forehead. She turned ...