Georgina in the library - Sex Stories

Georgina in the library

... the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices. Then I was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, my nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. I had repositioned myself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of my senses was saturated with her. Georgina was lying back again, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, her hands clutching at the beanbag beneath her as I ran my tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy. Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was my turn to moan softly, letting out my own feelings while letting her know just how much I loved to be there, just how much I adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know I wasn’t just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good. I spread my hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling her pussy lips opening up to me. Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as I peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, my gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew me in. She trembled as she felt first my hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of my lips. For a brief moment, I tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, I moved back for a moment, kissing her ...

... inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before I got too close. Then my burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and I was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping my tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar. I was moaning again as I tasted her spice, revelling in my being so close to her, so connected. I gently parted her legs a little more to offer me maximum access as my tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices. And then I was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using my fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her. Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, my mouth engulfing her clit even as her vagina engulfed my middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made my cock rock hard down below. Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into my mouth, I felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. I started to suck her clit a little more f***efully, and with my finger sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina. She was writhing about under me by now, my tongue flicking over her clit, my finger being squeezed by her gymnast’s muscles. And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, my tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, my nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping my head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing ...