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Wedding Cake Island - Part 2

Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

We both climbed off Spike to let him up and Rupali and I undressed. “Okay, foreplay dummy, on the bench.” Ruplai lay on the yellow board, legs out straight and a big cheesy grin on her face. I climbed around the other side of the board and motioned Spike in so that we knelt either side of her pussy. Spike looked pretty focussed, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “This is for your benefit, you know,” I scolded. “You want her to come, don’t you?” “I made her come before,” he said defensively, but with a bit of a smile. He sensed a game. Everybody loves games. Especially my games. “You, my horny young friend, rubbed where she told you to and then I guided your hand at the end. Pay attention, you’ll learn something.” I took Rupali’s leg and lowered it to the ground beside the board and instructed Spike to do the same on his side. Now her thighs were spread wide and we could both see her hairless pussy lips. They were still closed, thank goodness, for this was part of my lesson. I bent down so that my lips and nose nearly touched her pussy and breathed deeply. “Smell,” I instructed Spike. “I know what pussy smells like,” he smiled. “Humour me,” I said. He bent down just like I did and inhaled deeply, less than an inch from her pussy lips. “Smells like… nothing? No smell?” “That’s what a clean, dry pussy smells like,” I said. “Give me your hand.” I took his hand and held the back of it to Rupali’s vagina. I raised my eyebrows questioningly to him. “Cool,” he said. “It ... feels cool.” “Right,” I said. “Remember that. Come up here.” We moved up to her breasts. I looked up at her face and she still had that big grin; she loves it when I play games. I took Spike’s hand again and held the back of it to Rupali’s nipple. He was getting the idea now and not waiting for me to ask. “Soft,” he said. “See what you can do about that,” I said. That made him smile. He cupped a hand around the nearest breast and leaned down to take the nipple in his mouth. “Without touching it!” I said. He looked up at me, not sure whether he was still enjoying my game. He removed his hand and thought about it for a moment. He tried blowing on the nipple to no avail, and then looked at me beseechingly. I moved up to Rupali’s face and kissed her, gently at first and then more forcefully, running my fingers through her glossy, black hair. My breathing picked up, partly as a result of my own excitement and partly for show; I kissed her hard and pulled away panting a few times, my breasts heaving. Kissing her neck, I worked my way up to her ear. “You are so beautiful,” I breathed. “I want you.” I sucked her earlobe firmly; flicking it with my tongue, and then kissed back down to the hollow of her throat where I tickled with the tip of my tongue, moving ever so slowly down her chest with my tongue, stopping just above her breasts. I opened my eyes. Thank God , her nipples were rock hard and standing up like soldiers. “Do we kiss her nipples now?” I asked Spike. “Yes!” interrupted ...