Quarantined with Kell, Part III - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part III

... her clit that was just peeking out from inside its little hood. I repeated that performance several times, then used my thumb and forefinger to gently part her lips and grant me access to her deeper parts.

“God that’s good,” Kell murmured. I lifted my head just enough to peer past her red bush. Her head was laid back, her eyes close, her hair a halo about her face. With one hand she caressed a breast. The other she was sliding down towards her pussy. When it reached her clit I lifted it and moved it away.

“No cheating,” I said.

“Ugh . . . god, well quit slacking and get busy.” The hand I had pushed away suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my entire face into her snatch. I came away wet from forehead to chin, with more running down my neck towards my chest. “Lick me, damn you!” she cried.

I slipped my tongue into the depth of the folds of her labia and ran it up. When I got to her clit, I planted my lips full around the tip and sucked. She moaned. “That’s better,” she murmured.

I glanced over at the TV screen. Bridget’s nipples had shrunken and hardened, tightening her breasts. She was running her fingers lightly across them, up and down, and occasionally licking them. All the while, her eyes were locked on the screen, watching me at work between Kell’s thighs.

I worked up and down Kell’s slit for another minute, eliciting sighs and a steady flow of grool, then I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling for that magic spot. When I found it I ...

... gave it a flick with the tip of my finger. She arched her back so I repeated the performance, again and again. I added more licks up the labia, sucks on the clit. Kell groaned loudly and arched her back again. Her tits were pointed skyward, her nipples hard as darts. She grunted and a flood of liquid gushed into my mouth and down my chin as she reached orgasm.

I continued my ministrations until she came again.

As Kell gathered herself after her second orgasm, I looked at the screen again. Bridget was still working over her breasts, but also had slipped another hand into her panties. “Enough of that,” Bridget said. “Suck his cock,” she ordered.

I adjusted the camera again. It was my turn to lay back on the edge of the bed and Kell leaned forward and kissed me. Our lips met, parted, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. To the side, Bridget moaned. Kell unbuttoned my shirt all the way and pushed it to the side, then ran her tongue down my chest. When she got to my cock, she dove right in, shoving her lips all the way down right away. I groaned and threw my head back.

Kell pulled back, stopped halfway, the slid all of the way back down.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmured. “Suck it.”

She pulled back to the tip, teasing the underside of the head with her tongue, drawing strings of pre-come and throat-slime from tip. She pulled free and looked over at the screen.

Bridget’s eyes were wide as she watched Kell work my cock. I could see the outline of her fingers rotating around ...