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

    out and spilled down my forearm. A distant noise made me peripherally aware that our companions were similarly engaged. For a brief moment I felt envy, jealousy even, that it was not I who was impaled by the Lieutenant’s prick or the Bulls, wondering if his manhood was as large in stature as he was. Strangely, their homosexuality did not bother me in the least, not that I dwelled long upon it, seeing as Emma strove to distract me with great enthusiasm, using her fingers to – fuck me. A crude word, admittedly, but so apt at the moment. She moaned again, rolling me over on my back, her mouth descending down my vulnerable throat, the playful kisses and nips she delivered making my blood boil as she made her way south, forcing me to pull my fingers from her dripping pussy, releasing her pent up juices to sluice all over my thigh. The musky sweet scent of sex and perspiration assailed my senses until I thought I might drown in them, so thick did they cling to us. I found myself suddenly divest of petticoat and drawers, Emma’s mouth fastened to my cunt – another vulgar word that would have shocked me before the moment, and yet one that I came to embrace as I felt her muscular tongue push past my outer lips and spear me like a prick. So overcome with bliss at her invasion, I climaxed again, much to her apparent delight as she lapped and sucked ...
    until I thought I might pass out, forcing yet another orgasm from me before reversing her path and kissing her way past my rib cage and breasts. I am not sure if it was my doing, or hers, so fevered was our passion, but by the time she mounted herself upon my face, her thighs to either side of my head, finger woven into my dampened tresses as she guided my mouth to her cunt, we were both completely undressed. She began to grind herself against my mouth until my lips, chin, and cheeks were covered with her heady essence. With one arm stretched straight so that I could coax myself to yet another orgasm, and the other cupping her squirming bottom, I did my best to thrust my tongue into her as she had done to me, while she rode me like a filly, her perky breasts out thrust, her back taut and curved like a bow, and her moans and cries increasing in volume until she too dissolved in an earth-shattering climax, signaling the end of both our energies, if not our desire. Afterwards, we lay entwined, breathing heavily, touching each other and gifting out butterfly-like kisses and murmuring sweet endearments to each other as we listened to the gentlemen rutting away nearby. More than once did I play with the notion of reminding them of our presence, but they seemed to quiet shortly after we did and soon, I was lost in the sweet embrace of slumber.
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