State Rally Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

State Rally Ch. 04

... him her rosebud. And between her legs he saw her swinging breasts, nipples pointing to the floor in front of her. He noticed that she embraced a bush style much like that of her mother. Both were completely bare (waxed?) below the clit, each retained a landing strip above there. While Karen's was in the shape of a broad triangle point to her favorite button, Wendy had trimmed hers into a capital T, presumably in anticipation of these very events.

"Reach your hands out a little in front of your toes. Place your palms flat on the floor and relax your ass. And thank you -- the view from here is quite spectacular." Tony wasn't exaggerating. Wendy's young pussy spread open slightly. Her labia were a vivid pink, glistening with the first effects of her rapidly moistening pussy. Her rosebud retained the pink of youth older women in porn spent hours and hundreds of dollars submitting to anal bleaching to attempt to replicate.

Tony rose and moved into position just to the side of Wendy's left hip. His right hand reached between her legs with his first two fingers spread into a wide vee. Careful to avoid her most sensitive spots for now, he placed one fingertip on either side of her clit, right in the fold of her leg joint. With a slowness that was likely excruciating for her, he dragged them down her full length then up and over her butt, never touching any of the places screaming out for it.

Tony repeated this three more times, knowing it was driving Wendy mad with lust. ...

... He knew, too, that the position he had made her assume put her off-balance. She was fine as long as she stayed right where she was, but standing up without assistance would be nearly impossible. She was far more likely to end up flat on her face on the floor.

Finally deigning to show some compassion, Tony again placed his fingertips as he had at the start. But this time, instead of drawing them down beyond her pussy he slid them together and over her hood. Wendy gasped as Tony now used his thumb and forefinger to gently grasp her hood and used it to stroke her clit into full attention. When he felt it pop out from its hiding place he switched forefinger to middle finger and used the former to tease the very tip of her clit. Wendy moaned and shuddered instantly.

"Careful," Tony cautioned. "It wouldn't do for you to fall over right now, would it? I've barely begun my inspection."

For the next ten minutes Tony explored every millimeter of the external components of Wendy's pussy. Although he made generous use of the wetness of her juices, and teased frequently, not once did he allow so much as a fingertip to actually enter her. Instead he traced a trip from top to bottom and beyond. He brought her lubrication up and over her taint and onto her rosebud, where he circled her opening with a firm finger, yet never firm enough to enter.

Abruptly he stopped. Standing behind her he pressed his hard cock, still within his silk robe and briefs, against her nether regions and, ...