1. 13. Liv And Xanthe Always Get What They Want. Part 2 of 2


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    shoulders and arms wrapped around my neck. Her head lolled, staring at Xanthe as I fucked. Xanthe smouldered as she watched us. Liv made no sound, just gasped with each deep thrust into her. It might have been the drugs, but my cock felt unstoppable, I could do this all day. “So they call him Fluffer, do they?” Xanthe lifted onto her elbows. The acknowledgement of my existence, even as Fluffer, almost made me want to blub. Liv nodded. “Good head, then?” Xanthe, curled up toward us. “Try it.” Liv unfurled from my neck and pushed my shoulders away. The sofa seat was so huge there was space to lie back. So I did. Xanthe swung her knee over my face. This was a heavenly death by labia as Liv slid up and down on me, while Xanthe splodged herself onto my eager tongue. Everything went dark, liquid and squirmy. Sound muffled by Xanthe’s thighs. I could only dimly sense the girls chuckling, then sighing in kisses and eventually trembling on me. Before long there was a pulsing against my lips and a rhythmic clenching at my cock and they dissolved simultaneously into orgasm. I felt a pat on my stomach. “Good pussy-cat. Don’t move,” someone said but it was impossible to tell who, and I got a brief glimpse of daylight as they swapped ends, Xanthe’s great pudding replaced on my mouth almost instantly with Liv’s neat kebab. Below, a bowl of hot syrup replaced a warm, soft glove. I licked at one end and fucked at the other. My jaw ached, my cock throbbed, both ends of me dribbling with the ...
    girl’s arousal. Liv stirred her mound at my face, building herself up while Xanthe’s sloppy hollow created a delicious indefinable pull at my thrusts. A warning pulse ran through me, and I groaned. I felt, rather than heard, Liv say, “I think he’s close.” “Fucksake,” said Xanthe and the girls worked harder on me. Liv opening up her lips -- no doubt in some display to Xanthe -- but letting me sucker to her, quick-flipping the tip of my tongue at her clit in her favourite “motormouth” style. I grabbed Xanthe’s hips and -- stomach muscles trembling -- pushed so hard I lifted her off the seat. She barked, “Oh. Oh. Oh.” And moments later, at last, I felt her clench on me. One last frenzied push, one more wriggle of the tongue and the girls cried out, one more time, together. They flopped off me, arms wrapped around each other and kissed and wriggled together on the sofa. My cock and cheeks chilled. I might have been upset, but what was presented to me was completely irresistible: Two glistening vulvas pressed together, one copper, one black, just begging to be plundered. “More,” said my cock. Not that I had anything to prove, or anything. I knelt between the enticing spread and slid my cock easily, deep into Xanthe’s hole. She yelped. Then before she knew what was happening I slid out and straight into Liv’s. They were both so aroused it was effortless. I repeated, plunging into one hole, then the other creating a brilliant syncopation of gasps that soon had the girl’s floppy with ...
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