1. Chinese Massage Triangle


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ANcpl, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Drawing a finger back, he skilfully parted my engorged lips and his thumb found my clit. He circled it, teasing the moisture over my swollen bud, making it vibrate like a finely tuned instrument. “ Ei ya mi ya. (Oh my God),” I gasped as he inserted two fingers. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The overwhelming sensation of his thumb working on my clit as he finger fucked me was almost too much. I gripped his forearm, my fingers turning white as the first wave of orgasm flooded over me spiralling through fireworks, to stars then darkness as I cried out and collapsed beside him. “Is she okay?” Max whispered. “She is now,” Jack nodded with a smile. Eyes closed, chest heaving, I was floating in orgasmic heaven. Jack gently rubbed my feet and as darkness faded from the edge of my vision I was glad to see him and affectionately squeezed his hand. Sitting beside me, he breathed in the fresh aroma of sex and sent a shiver through my body as he drew his fingers over my glistening lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered. In the freshness of our relationship, my juices would ooze at the merest suggest of sex. Jack’s dream of reopening those floodgates seemed to be working. Inspecting his hand, he watched in amazement as my juices dribbled from finger to finger. Raising them to his nose, he drew my essence deep within. “Humm… nice,” gasped Max, licking his lips as if he could taste me. “Would she like a rest?” “Nope,” I snapped before Jack could answer. They laughed, a silent understanding ...
    passing between us. The massage ruse was over. Jack returned his attention to my clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud while I jerked and rocked my hips in time with his fingers. Wanting to show I was not there just to be fucked, I reached behind me in search of Max’s equipment. The change in position caused my breasts to thrust out proudly. I felt so raunchy, so wanton. Max couldn’t resist and leaning over, he drew a nipple between his lips and sucked as if his life depended on it. My eyes widened as I found his cock. It felt so heavy and like a child with a new toy, my spellbound fingers struggled to explore the ridge between his weighty shaft and engorged head. When I raised my head to look, its large bulbous tip sat atop my dainty fingers like a blueberry ice-cream in a child’s hand. Max kissed me, not a kiss of passion, but of affection, then the kiss changed and my tongue took on a life of its own, a fierceness he didn’t expect. Responding, he sank a hand under my hair, clutched it in his fist and pulled my mouth tighter to his. Tightening my grip on his cock, I raised it and kissed the tip, tasting, testing, wanting. It was his turn to groan, his buttocks tightening, thighs quivering as I licked around the rim fluttering the tip of my tongue on the magical ‘V’. Driven on by his reaction, I sank my hot mouth fully over him; it felt so good, so smooth and full like it belonged there. I sucked as hard as I could, which given the distraction of the attention my pussy ...
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