Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change

... lace and firmly ripped it wide apart, exposing her glistening and craving pussy. “Oh fuck!” Sophie moaned. Sophie was waxed and smooth. I took in the appearance of her aroused sex. Her labia was pink and puffy; the soft lips were slick, glistening and lubricated for sex. Her engorged clit looked demanding and insistent, emerging as it had from under its hood. I leaned forward once more and felt my tongue against my lips. The taste of Sophie’s sex, taken from Veronica’s fingers, was still in my mouth as my tongue met her yielding folds for the first time. I drew my tongue up and down her drenched opening and moaned softly as her taste filled my mouth again, this time much sweeter and more potent. I became lost for a few seconds in how she tasted and how she felt against my tongue. I then allowed my tongue give way to its need to press between her moist lips and slip inside her. As I pressed against her them, her sex almost sucked me in with its urgent, desperate desire. Suddenly, from behind, I felt the back of my skirt being lifted slightly. I sensed that Veronica was now behind me. I felt her fingers drift over the soft flesh at the top of my stockings and caress it. I moaned as my body began to react and respond overwhelmingly to her touch. My tongue was now firm and driving in and out of Sophie’s pussy. Between my legs I felt Veronica’s slender fingers tease the edge of my panties aside and slide underneath to find my own pussy, which was soaked in my smooth nectar. Her ...

... fingers slid around my labia and soft folds, rubbing my entrance up and down. Every so often her fingertips would alight on my own engorged bud and tease it for a moment, causing me to let out little yelps of pleasure. Driven on by Veronica’s fingers, my tongue became more demanding. I flicked and teased Sophie’s swollen clit. Each teasing touch of my tongue would make her writhe in the chair and increase the intensity of her moans. My tongue was now covered in her juices, which were flooding from within her like a raging river. She draped her thighs over me, allowing me to penetrate her more deeply with my greedy, wanton tongue. I slid it lasciviously against the velvet walls of her sex, satisfying my thirst for her on the sweet, flooding lust she was now giving up so easily. Veronica’s fingers were now moving more feverishly in and out of my drenched pussy. She was penetrating me deeper and deeper and in a way I never had been before. I lifted my bottom and offered my craving, desperate sex to her wild thrusting fingers. At that moment I felt as though I were her toy, in the same way that Sophie was mine. As Sophie moved to the very edge of her climax, Veronica slid her fingers onto my clit and began to vibrate it firmly and insistently. I felt my own legs judder and low moans escape from my mouth into the wet confines of Sophie’s sex. Within seconds, driven on by my urgent moans, she surrendered in a spasm of uncontrollable pleasure to her own desperate need for release. ...