The white dress - Sex Stories

The white dress

... a little. Pealing your bra down over your left nipple, I took it into my mouth, rolling my tongue round and round, biting gently with my lips covering my teeth. You moaned softly and I moved to your right breast, repeating the attention I had given to your left one. I kissed you then, pressing you against the wall, my tongue probing your mouth, its tip tracing lines across the roof of your mouth, our tongues entwining and feeling each other's sensations. We lingered over the kiss as our bodies grew even more aroused. "I want to taste your cunt," I said. "Do you want me to lick your cunt?" I asked. "Yes!" you replied. "Say it!" I commanded. "Yes, I want you to lick me," you replied. "No, Lynda. Tell me you want me to lick your cunt," I said. "I want you to lick my c-c-c-cunt," you said. "Please Stormy, lick my horny cunt." I knelt down, running my body down over yours as I did so, and I pressed the front hem of your dress against the front of your thighs. Your legs parted a little, and slowly, teasing, I pushed your dress up. Even before the delightful flower of your wet, aroused cunt came into view, I noticed a little strand of clear, glistening, lubricating juice running out of your cunt, and stretching towards the ground. "Lynda, I love you this horny," I said. "Your cunt juice is dripping on the ground." I twirled the little strand of your liquid lust around my finger, and slowly stood up, letting your dress fall back down. I put my finger in your mouth, letting you ...

... taste your own juices, and then I kissed you, drinking in your taste through the kiss. Needless to say, you moaned, and pressed your pelvis against me, wanting to feel more tactile stimulation. "OK, Lynda. I am gonna eat your cunt now," I said smiling as you let out a soft moan. "Yes," you said. "Eat my wet cunt." I slid down your body, and pushed up the sexiest white dress I have ever seen to reveal the most beautiful pussy on the planet, between two beautiful, smooth, brown legs. It was freshly shaven, all nice and clean, with slightly swolen pretty brown lips that parted just a little to show a wet pink line. Your clit was swolen too, and its hood raised as if inviting me to kiss it. I tucked in like a hungry man, and I was hungry, hungry for your cunt, hungry for your pleasure. Your taste was delightful, the musky salty taste of arousal. Your scent too. "I love the taste and smell of your horny cunt," I said, stopping licking for a moment. I flicked my tongue back and forth over your clit, then down between your lips, sucking each of your lips in my mouth in turn, tugging on it for that different sensation. Flicking back over your clit, I tugged on your lips with my fingers, slowly twirling their silky wetness between my fingers. I wanted you. My cock was hard, your cunt was wet, and there was a wall against which I could fuck you, and you were leaning just nicely against it. I opened my zip, still wearing the suit I had put on for a special meeting I had at work. I had come ...