The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... or talkative person. “I see. Did he make a pass at you?” She winked. “Ha! Well, sorta, I think. He kept his hands on me a little longer than I thought was appropriate.” “I see. Did it bother you, because if so, I will see to it that – ” “No, no, it’s fine,” Dolly said. “Let me know if you ever have any problems.” “I will, I promise.” “Good. I know Rodney goes out on Saturday nights a lot. Would care to join him? Perhaps we can both go out and meet up with him,” Fernanda asked, knowing Dolly’s answer. “Uh, no, no thanks,” Dolly turned, looking to the hulking man. “To tell you the truth. He seems kinda,” Dolly paused, “ugh.” Fernanda erupted in laughter. “That’s a term I have not heard used to describe someone before. But yes, there isn’t much to him, is it?” Dolly smiled and shook her head. Fernanda cleared her throat, leaned in to whisper, “I know a very, very nice man who is shooting down the beach a little ways. Perhaps we can meet up with him later. You and I.” “Are you suggesting we, uh,” Dolly gulped. “I think you know what I mean. And I also think you would like this man far more than Rodney,” Fernanda smiled, hoping the younger lady would pick up on her suggestion. ******* Seven hours later, just after two in the morning, Dolly stood, nude, tired, and sweating in front of a bed. Ulysses sat on it behind her, slowly licking up her lower back, kissing her ass, rubbing his hands all over it. Her legs were trembling, her spine tingling Fernanda approached her, kissing ...

... her lips tenderly. “See. I told you you’d enjoy him.” “Uh huh, yes, very much,” Dolly struggled to say, as Ulysses licked at her ass-crack. “Good. Let’s get him inside you again,” Fernanda said, gently pushing Ulysses onto his back, going to her knees, giving several, long licks to his cock, tasting her and Dolly’s mixture of pussy juices. Dolly turned around, slowly climbing on Ulysses. Fernanda guided his cock back inside her, and then climbed on the bed, throwing her leg over Ulysses’ face, sitting on it. “Ready? Just like before, we’ll cum at the same time,” Fernanda instructed. Dolly nodded, the two women held hands, grinding against Ulysses cock and tongue, working toward another mutual orgasm. An hour later, Fernanda climbed off Ulysses to join Dolly, still nude, outside on the hotel balcony. “It’s a beautiful night,” Fernanda said, switching to her native Spanish tongue, slipping her hands around the shorter Dolly. Dolly chuckled, resting her head back against Fernanda, “It certainly is. The last time I spoke Spanish was in a dream I had a couple weeks ago.” “I do in my head all the time. When I’m thinking it’s never in English,” Fernanda said. She looked over to a sleeping Ulysses. “Looks like we wore him out.” “We sure did,” Dolly turned around, kissing Fernanda’s lips. “I had no idea how much of a freak you’d be. But it looks like you are quite a wild girl. You remind me of myself,” Fernanda said. “Except you probably have better taste than I. Avoiding Rodney proves ...