Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... folds of her outer lips and then Yvonne released Deeny’s hand from her own, giving Deeny free reign to do whatever she wanted to do.

The shape was the same… yet different, Deeny thought to herself as she let her fingers trace over Yvonne’s vulva. Her hair was so soft, and wet. Yvonne’s outer lips were swollen and meaty, and she had large inner lips that were poking out from that velvet sheath. The biggest difference though was the older woman’s clit. It was twice again as big as her own, and there was a meaty hood that nearly covered, but not quite. Deeny used her second finger, just the tip, to trace lightly up the middle of her hot swollen and very wet lips all the way up to that massive nub. When the tip of the finger brushed against it… ever so lightly… Yvonne’s body jumped and she immediately came.

The orgasm startled both women, Deeny, in that she had caused it on a woman other than herself, and Yvonne because it was totally unexpected. Unexpected perhaps but oh so welcomed. Yvonne would later admit that she was so worked up and horny that that one touch was all it took to set her off. But in the moment… it was mind bending for her. The fireworks had only just begun to fade behind her eyes when she felt an intrusion.

Deeny was still curious, and she thought that if this light feathery touching was giving Yvonne that much pleasure, she was going to try something that she knew made it double for herself. Tracing her longer second finger, the middle finger, back ...

... down Yvonne’s wanton wet seam, she eased it into those folds. Between those excited and swollen lips into her heated and dripping inner treasure. Just the one finger, again… going as deeply and slowly as Deeny could reach… before curling it and swirling it around and around inside.

When she withdrew her finger from that heated wet well, Deeny brought her hand quickly up to her own face. Yvonne, sighed a low moan at the departure of that wonderous connection but then nearly growled as she watched Deeny first smell her finger. Deeny let her eyes roll back for a moment as the scent caressed her sinuses and signaled her brain about that sapphic bouquet and how wonderful it was.

Opening her eyes again, she turned her hand so that she could see a single bead of Yvonne’s nectar forming into a glistening drop on the end of her finger. Before it could fall, however, she stuck her tongue out and caught it. Bringing it into her mouth to savor, again her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. The moan this time was from Deeny’s throat… from deep down inside of her.

As she opened her eyes again, she locked them on Yvonne’s as she put that finger into her mouth to clean every last bit of that nectar. She wanted to taste it all… which gave her an idea. It made perfect sense in the moment. Deeny had been fortunate enough to have had a couple of guys attempt to give her oral pleasure by going down on her. Oh, it had felt wonderful at the time but none had ever really done anything ...