Full i****t service - Sex Stories

Full i****t service

... they used me was totally different, and I totally loved it! Dawn's tongue began worming its way up inside my pussy, her hands holding me close by my tush. I jerked around, groaning and yelping, eyes rolling as Carrie switched to my other nipple, sucking delightfully as I started to feel one hell of an orgasm coming on. And that tongue, that amazing probe from Dawn's mouth began squirming around up inside me. Her lips were fastened to mine, drinking me as she began humming, the vibration tickling my sex and causing that orgasm I knew I'd never hold back even if I'd wanted to. I squealed louder, Carrie's hand covering my mouth just before I started crying into it. My body convulsed as though I was having an epileptic seizure, but Dawn just kept sucking to the point of pleasure overload. Head thrashing back and forth, Carrie was now trying to hold me down with her other hand on my shoulder as Dawn relentlessly sucked my juice, humming needfully as though it was the waters of life. I'd never cum so hard, so long. I never even knew such an orgasm could even be possible. When it was over, Carrie let go of me and Dawn disengaged from my pussy. The brunette beauty's face was suddenly a few inches from mine and she was speaking to me with a very serious expression, but my vision was blurry and my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton. I was faintly surprised to feel tears on my cheeks as she took my chin in her hand to repeat herself in that dark, sultry voice. "You got a ...

... boyfriend, sugar?" I managed to loll my head in a nod. "Get rid of him; you belong to me now. If he has a problem with that, I'll get rid of him." As Carrie grinned at this, I managed another nod. "You live with your mother?" Dawn asked. "Y-uuh..." "Not anymore. You're moving in with me. You're gonna be my little green eyed pussycat." My reply was to raise a trembling hand to the back of her neck, supporting myself with the other, leaning forward as I pulled her close for a deep kiss. "Welcome to the f****y," Carrie said from a million miles away. And that was how I became bisexual. To elaborate, while I did have an interest in men after that, I didn't really lust after them in a personal sense like I lusted after Dawn. Drake was only the best example of why I felt the way I did about her, and while I'd never looked at a woman with a sexual or romantic thought in my life, she was different. The way she looked at me, the way she treated me and felt about me was the ultimate extension of how I got off when men leered at me. Had she been a man, I'd have felt the same way about her. I suppose the only way to explain this is that my feelings for Dawn makes her body all I'll ever need, but that doesn't mean a cock isn't still fun to play with. You see, for me, there's just this certain something about Dawn. I felt it when I first saw her, her dark beauty and the way she made me feel like the most desirable thing in the world. It was more intoxicating than the pot and made her sudden ...