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Cruel Wednesdays

Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

clinked them together and sipped with dreamy expressions. Dew clung to the outsides of the glasses and sparkled prettily. She turned towards me, my goddess, and with a wicked smile, put the glass down on the table and right between my thighs. She giggled when she slid it closer and closer towards that rosy, naughty flower between my legs. Cold moisture touched me, made me gasp, and she winked. “Don’t move,” she whispered, and I couldn’t, not with the glass so precariously close to the edge. Drops of water from the glass trickled down my pussy lips, tickling me. The woman had been naked underneath her dress, and she was stunning. She grinned at me and let out a little half-lidded moan when my goddess’ lips kissed a soft trail up her neck from her collarbone. A stab of envy shot through my heart. Teeth nibbled at the soft skin, and she gasped, “Clarissa!” “Shush,” my goddess told her to be quiet and put a finger to her lips. At least I knew her name now, and I whispered it silently. My goddess, Clarissa, got on the couch and leaned back, propping herself up next to the corner, pulling the blonde with her. The woman breathed hard. She wanted her, I realized, just as much as I did - if such a thing was possible. I wasn’t sure. Clarissa’s legs parted and the blonde knelt between them, right next to me. She started to plant small kisses on the insides of my goddess’ thighs, slowly, one after another, alternating, while she knelt with her pretty bum high up in the air. God, how I ... hated her! I wanted to be her. I wanted to be the one to do that, to worship Clarissa’s thighs with my lips, to express my love and devotion with the softest kisses. A soft moan escaped Clarissa’s lips, and I looked at her. She was staring at me again, her eyelids heavy with lust. I could see her lips tremble and her chest heave at the edge of my vision. She moaned again, and then her breath hitched. The need to be the one to please her grew and grew, and she appeared even more beautiful with every little moan and twitch of lust. A growl answered whatever the blonde was doing to her, and then she started to pant, all the while still staring into my eyes with an intensity that held me tighter than any chains could. Her moans grew louder and faster, mixed with little whimpers of delight, and I felt my own juices respond to the lust in the air and trickle from my yearning, churning, unfulfilled pussy. “Oh god,” she moaned, “oh my god. I’m cumming!” Her body shook and trembled, and she buried her hands in the blonde’s hair. Still, her eyes never left me. They swapped position. Watching her make love to the stranger was even crueler. But again, I couldn’t extricate myself from the lust that saturated the air, and I watched on, nipples hard like steel and my pussy leaking on the glass table, while she brought the blonde to the edge and held her there with small, teasing nibbles on her pussy lips until she begged for relief with the most vulgar expressions. She came long and hard and ...