Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25

... He looked hungrily at Sophia's femininity.

"Daddy," Lilly said, batting her eyelashes, "Be nice. She's our guest."

"No, Lilly. It's okay," Sophia said, "I want this." After a moment, Sophia gently took hold of Daddy's dick. Rolling her thumb over the purple head, it grew shiney with his pre-cum. Then she moved to Gustov and finally Uncle Lars, squeezing and then stroking them all before dancing her slender fingers over the purple-blue tips. She marveled at their impressive size. Her eyes lit up and her smile was sweet. "They're beautiful," she said to no one in particular. Then she took a few minutes to gently fondle their balls, weighing them and cupping them in her small hands. She giggled. "So heavy." Sophia's cheeks went rosey and Lilly thought she looked more beautiful than ever. She saw the admiration on her men's faces.

They liked Sophia and so did Lilly.

Her special place stirred.

Lilly smiled and sipped her drink. "I know. And they are generally full. You'd be impressed with how much...milk...they can produce." She had to stifle a laugh when she briefly thought about a dick's resemblance to a cow's udder.

Sophia smiled back. "I would like to see that."

It came as no surprise to Lilly that Sophia really enjoyed being korka igen. As the men encircled their muse, Lilly reclined on the enormous sofa. She sipped from her glass with one hand and casually massaged the pearls over her clit with the other. As she watched, she waited for her back to go ...

... stiff or her temper to rise. Instead, she only became more aroused.

The men went slowly and were gentle with Sophia. Like they had done with Lilly on Santa Lucia, they gave Sophia the option to select where each man would impale her. She slowly walked around them, as if appreciating statues in a museum.

Lilly was impressed by the woman's willingness to give herself over to them. But the men were beautiful and non-threatening and very talented. They had carried Lilly's mattress from her bed and placed it on the floor in the middle of the living room. It was covered with fluffy down pillows and soft cotton sheets. Candles were lit, soft music was playing, and as the sun dipped behind the hills to the west, Sophia pointed to Gustov's dick and quietly said, "You." Then she giggled and brought a hand to her mouth. "Can I get on top of you?"

He smiled and nodded and kissed Sophia on the cheek. Then kissed her neck and breasts and continued down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. He circled her belly button with his tongue, then ran it downward, over her mons. He kissed her heart-shaped bush and Sopia's breath caught. Delving further, his tongue wormed inside her pleat. Sophia gasped as Gustov took dainty nibbles of her meat before continuing down her legs. He finished by placing a small kiss on each or her toes.

He lay face-up on the bed, his audaciously thick manhood stood tall and unyielding and beautifully golden in the candlelight. He gently touched her ...