A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

... knickers. Turning her back on Lain, she hoisted the back of her skirt and quickly sat on his bucking cock. Blanche froze, stunned. He grasped Polly’s hips and slammed up at bare buttocks in mighty, grunting, spasms. Polly shook her head, cheeks crimson. She rolled her hips on his lap. “Blanche,” she sighed. “Meet my husband.” Blanche’s knees trembled; she pressed her hands to her mouth. Her lips quivered, a million words wanting to come out at once, but her mind had imploded. Polly barked suddenly over her shoulder. “DON’T STOP!” Lain, eyes drooping, jumped and quickened his pace again. Her face melted at Blanche’s pain. “Sweet, Darling Drip! Forgive me…” More tears popped out of Blanche’s eyes and Polly, still squirming on Lain’s lap, caressed them away with her thumbs. “No, don’t cry, it’s not what you think…Leon doesn’t like… certain things. Things that I need.” She sucked Blanche’s tears from her thumb. “The things we love.” Polly cursed and ground down at Lain’s lap, straddling it, now, like a stubborn horse. “My ...

... love… I’m afraid… you’ve been my… mistress.” Her face was crimson, lips parted. She held up her finger to stop Blanche from saying anything. “There’s more. We… Oh Leon. Tell her.” Leon grinned. Again, that knowing, complicit smile. His wife, Blanche’s lover, arched back and chewed her hips on his lap. Her raised dress exposed white thigh above her stocking tops, but draped between, hiding the frantic movement of Polly’s fingers. Blanche balled her fists between her knees. How wrenching Polly’s arousal was. But how irresistible. “Join us Blanche!” he burst. “We can travel the world. The three of us. Together. We will have the time of our lives!” Blanche watched Polly struggling to find satisfaction on the flagging erection. Then she looked out at the mist clearing over the world of ordinary people below. She felt bewildered, excited. And wet. She let out a long, deep sigh. “So sweet and so short,” she whispered and settled between her lovers’ knees. She lifted Polly’s skirt, pressed her lips to all she found there, and licked.