1. Wedding Cake Island - Part 2


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

    deep breaths and now seemed no worse for wear from his near asphyxiation. “And you?” I glared tearfully down at him between my thighs. “How did you…?” “Ha! I could have kept going a while longer,” he grinned. If you want to stay alive in big surf then you gotta have lung capacity.” Rupali reached down and stoked a finger through my incandescent slit, silencing any further questions and recriminations at their cruel mistreatment of me. “Oooohhh,” I sang in a rising voice as this time my back buckled and I fell forward onto Spike. Like making a dog scratch by rubbing its tummy, my pussy was almost acting independently. At Rupali’s touch my bottom arched high in the air again, offering itself wantonly and shamelessly to be penetrated from behind. She touched the tip of her cock to my lips and pushed fractionally forward; the lubricated knob slid frictionlessly into the socket. I wriggled my hips to feel it dance around the sensitive edges of my entrance, savouring the anticipation as I waited for her to drive it deeper. An then, finally, my reward: Rupali closed her long fingers onto my hips for leverage and simultaneously pulled and thrust, effortlessly ploughing the six inch shaft all the way home. With an undulating dolphin-like rhythm she rocked her hips, dragging the tip maddeningly over my G-spot on the way out before gliding smoothly all the way back in. Slowly, gently and lovingly; she fucked me – not roughly like a cave-man, which I still wanted – but luxuriously ...
    like it was a gift. If day-spas offered fucking, this is what it would be like: a mineral bath, shiatsu massage, then hair, nails and a facial followed by a full hour of lady-fucking. I still held my bottom high in the air but rested my breasts and head on Spike’s stomach, sighing with pleasure at the pampering my pussy was receiving. I let my mind drift, watching Spike’s cock, so close I could take it in my mouth; it was still swollen from its exertions but soft and motionless. It occurred to me that I knew almost nothing about soft dicks. Every time I encountered one it was well on its way to becoming rock hard, which is pretty much the only way I picture them. Although Mr Gallows likes to play with my pussy after sex, I pretty much leave him alone, trusting that he’ll let me know when he’s ready again. I reached forward and stroked it, expecting it to rear a bit as a semi-erect cock does when I hold it, but there was still no movement. Taking hold, I gave it a squeeze from the base; it was strange: like play-dough, moulding to any shape I made in my hand, but otherwise completely lifeless. I was fascinated. Rocking forward, I licked from tip to base, expecting my tongue to get results where my fingers could not. I understood that it was a matter of timing rather than intent; it was barely five minutes ago he filled Rupali to overflowing, but for some insane reason I saw it as a challenge to my womanhood: harden this cock or you’re a disgrace to your sex! I took him into my ...
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