Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two

... tongue.

"Oh god, that's it, Marsha,” I exclaimed. "Fuck me with that sweet tongue."

I glanced over at Peter. He was watching intently as my swollen pussy slid across his lover's mouth. His hand slowly stroked his cock, twisting around the head as he reached the tip. My rocking motion steadily increased as Marsha continued licking between my pussy lips.

"Let me suck it for you, Peter,” I pleaded.

Instantly Peter stood and moved back onto the bed, standing with his back against the headboard and wall as he offered his cock to my waiting mouth. I leaned forward and took him between my lips, curling my tongue so the tip slid along the tender underside as it entered my hot oral cavity.

"Yeah, baby suck that cock,” He said as his hands grasped my head and pulled my mouth toward him.

His soft member filled my mouth, and I could extend my tongue over my lower lip to lick at his balls as he pressed my head tightly against his hairy pubic mound. My muffled groans of pleasure resounded around his cock as Marsha continued her tongue fucking my hot pussy. I began feeling that all too familiar tingling in my loins as she brought me closer and closer to another beautiful climax. I ground my pelvis against her face and sucked harder on Peter's cock.

I wanted his cock to swell, and I wanted his hardness pressing into my throat. I craved another taste of his sweet cum.

Marsha moved her mouth from my pussy and said, "Give it to us, Peter!"

Her words confused me ...

... somewhat. Peter was nowhere near hard enough or aroused enough to be able to cum again. His lover, Marsha, and I had drained every drop of sweet hot cum from his balls.

But I didn't care. All I wanted was to have her hot mouth give me another incredible climax. She tongued my numbing pussy feverishly as my orgasm crashed into me. My hips convulsed fast and hard against her mouth as she took me once more over the top.

"Oh god, YES, Marsha,” I screamed as my pussy flooded with juices. "Drink my cum!" I pleaded with her.

Marsha lapped at my dripping pussy and again said, "Give it to us, Peter; give us your hot piss, baby."

I instantly understood what she was begging for, and before I could react, Peter withdrew his cock from my mouth and began showering my tits with his hot urine. I involuntarily jerked back, trying to escape the hot golden shower streaming from his cock. It ran down over my tits and stomach, splashing from my crotch onto Marsha's face. I watched his stream splashing over my tits and could hardly believe my eyes when Marsha opened her mouth to let his stream of piss fill her.

His golden shower was as hot as cum, and I felt a sudden urge to spread it over my body. My hands slid up into the stream of piss, and I let him pee all over them, smearing the hot fluid over my chest. Marsha's mouth overflowed with the stream of piss, and she seemed to enjoy the taste of it. Should I, could I allow him to shoot some in my mouth? I questioned myself. My ...