Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two

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Marsha moaned upon hearing Peter's request. She kissed me deeply on the mouth and then broke our kiss. Whispering in my ear, she said, "Massage his cock while I strip for you and Peter."

I moved alongside the bed and snuggled into Peter's side, resting my head on his shoulder. My short dress slid past the tops of my stockings, exposing creamy white flesh to his gaze. His arm came around me and slowly started sliding up and down my back and through my long hair.

Marsha took a very seductive pose, spreading her feet as wide as her skirt would allow at the foot of the bed, her hands sliding up and down her shapely thighs and skin-tight skirt. She leaned forward, letting her lover and I gaze between her succulent tits. She slowly shook her shoulders, causing her tits to sway and jiggle playfully. Smiling widely, Marsha slowly pulled her sweater up and over her head. The red lace bra she wore held her giant double D tits firmly in place. As she straightened up, she lowered her head and licked at the exposed flesh above her bra. The deep succulent cleavage begged to be fucked.

I slowly slid my hand onto Peter's thigh and let it creep up toward his growing erection. He moaned as my fingernails scratched his muscles through his slacks.

Our eyes were fixed on the sexy woman performing an incredible strip tease. Her hands touched every inch of exposed flesh, her tongue licking at those spots she could easily reach.

My fingers slowly found Peter's cock. I ...

... began sliding my open palm along the length of his erect manhood. He groaned as my hand slid across the head. His hand increased the pressure of the back massage he was giving me.

Marsha turned to face away from us and slid her hands over her ass. I looked up into Peter's eyes. His lustful gaze was becoming more and more intense as the seconds passed. I moved my lips to his and kissed him. Open lips darting tongues, our mouths crushed together in a passionate kiss. Breaking our kiss and returning my attention to the sexy blonde stripper before us, I noticed Marsha had been watching me kiss her lover in the mirror. She had a massive smile on her lips, letting me know she enjoyed watching me kiss him.

I let my fingers begin moving more intensely over his erection. His moans of pleasure became more profound with each stroke I made down his cock.

Marsha whispered, "Unzip him, baby."

My delicate fingers pulled the zipper of his slacks open just as Marsha pulled the zipper of her pencil skirt down. My hand disappeared into the opening of his slacks as Marsha began peeling that skintight skirt from her hips. An inch or two down, she'd exposed the matching red lace garter she wore. She moved her hips seductively side to side as the skirt dropped lower and lower on her hips. I pressed my hand through the front opening of Peter's jockey shorts to grasp his now throbbing cock. The veins pressed into my flesh.

"Oh fuck!" Peter exclaimed as my soft fingers circled the ...