1. Butterfly Beach I : The Wreck of the Golden Dove or the Consequences of Unfamiliar Fruit.


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: sprite, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    want you,” I breathed into her mouth. Those were the last words spoken until later, when we lay in each others arms, spent from our encounter. I felt no need for words or explanations as an all-consuming desire rose up within me. Hungry for her, I pressed my mouth to hers and explored her with my tongue while she did the same, lost in our sexual frenzy. I knew that this was out of character for Emma, just as it was for me, but I felt no compulsion to stop as each touch seemed to heighten the sensitivity of my flesh. With fingers trembling with desire, I pushed my hands beneath her threadbare camisole and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her already hardened nipples as breath escaped her lungs with a soft hiss of pleasure, and fingers slid like the teeth of a comb through my unwashed blonde tresses. While no words passed between us, we were not silent. With only the language of our bodies to converse, we were left free to make all manner of lustful noise. Her kisses upon my throat drove the last of my good sense from me and made me burn from within. I could feel the heat of my pussy, a word I would never had used before that moment, radiating as she cupped it through the material of my petticoat, a flood of musky sweet discharge soaking my silk panties. Gasping, I tore open her camisole and fastened my mouth to her breast, sucking on her swollen nipple, my rough tongue flicking against the tip. Nimble fingers pushed my drawers aside, causing me to bite down harder as ...
    they invaded my soaking cleft, her slender finger filling me, clumsily at first, and then, less so. Emma had always been a clever girl and a quick learner. I gasped with pleasure as her thumb discovered my swollen button, brushing and rubbing against it. Although normally sensitive, I had never before felt such pleasure burst inside of me and climaxed with a full-throated moan partially smothered by her soft breast and stiff nipple. Rather than relieving the sexual tension that held my body taut, my orgasm only seemed to heighten it. I felt my senses reeling, my thoughts scattering like pollen on the wind as she continued to finger me, her mouth seeking out mine, prying it from her firm bosom and filling it with her tongue. Spurred on by whatever it was we were feeling, I pushed her petticoats and drawers down and thrust my hand between her wide spread legs, letting the slickness of her inner thighs guide me to her mons, mirroring her movement, a single digit peeling her open and pressing between her petals. Her thighs closed on my hand, trapping my arm between them as if to make sure I didn’t regret my actions, and she began to roll her hips forcefully, thrusting against my hand and driving my finger in deeper. Without conscious thought I extended a second finger and then a third. I could feel her pussy pulsing frantically as her muscles clenched and she climaxed with a cry muffled by the hot kisses we were sharing. I was unable to contain the flood of her nectar as it leaked ...
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