1. Claire & Angie's Holiday Adventure


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: ubiquit2s, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    insane flowering throb of my clit, all melded together in my groin, and then lapped outwards until my whole body felt orgasmic. “Yes, yes YESSS!” We cried out together, hands blurring in each other, bodies shaking and shuddering in the seconds before we came. We were straining upwards bodies taut as bent long-bows, the intensity in Angie’s big blue eyes would have been frightening if I hadn’t felt just the same. Then we came, and it was like all the best bits from all the E’s and coke and spliff I’d ever taken in the old days, all rolled up together, and dropped on me in one go. We watched in awed amazement as fountains spurted from both our pussies, we were wailing, in ecstasy and wonder, cumming and squirting all over each other until we were soaked, panting, still buzzing, but over the peak at last. “Fuck… my… old… boots!” Angie panted, weakly trying to prop herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her hand slithered out of my pussy, more juice gushing after it. I was still twirling away slowly in her wetness, in a complete sensual daze. “In purely sexual terms,” she qualified, “that… was the best… orgasm… those were the best orgasms… I’ve ever had!” “Mmmm… me too hun,” I agreed. “Look at us… what a pair of dirty girls we are. You soaked me!” “So did you!” “I knew about the g-spot, but I never expected it to be quite like that. Richard’s got some learning to do! Oh don’t look like that… don’t get jealous on me babe… please!” She’d seen my face fall a bit when she mentioned ...
    Richard, but it was just because it meant the spell was over for the time being. I never expected Angie to suddenly go gay, and I didn’t want her too, but I was feeling very tender towards her after what we’d been through. I love my Paul, but sex with Angie had just blown me away. I gave my fist a vicious little jab inside her. “I’m not jealous, but that’s for mentioning him before we’ve had a proper cuddle. I can’t just snap out of how I feel.” “Yowch!” Angie yelped. “Sorry babe, you’re right. Get your hand out of my snatch and we’ll have that cuddle.” I did, and we did. Angie made up for her little slip. We cuddled and kissed and caressed until we got drowsy, then, pulling a blanket over us, Angie spooned into my back, and we slept until the gong went for dinner. “Did you have a nice day off?” The teacher asked us when we’d hurriedly sat down, last at the table. “Ever so,” said Angie, and I nodded in agreement. “Did you do anything special?” he asked. Maybe he saw the light in our eyes, or subconsciously caught the scent of pussy, barely disguised with a liberal dousing of Chamade. Angie and I just giggled. After dinner Angie looked at me, and I looked at her. “Scrabble and an early night for us,” she said to the group, and we left them to their fun and games, while we collected another bottle of Prosecco from the bar, and headed back to our apartment, and that big double bed. Teacher was on his way back to the group with some cans of beer. He gave us bit of a funny look, ...