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Wedding Cake Island - Part 2

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

lifted all the way up until it touched her breast; Spike copied on the other side, Ruplai’s pussy now raised enticingly in the air but not yet open for business. Together we kissed and licked the backs of her thighs, moving slowly but surely together as we approached her sex. I moved in first; my nose and lips nearly touching Rupali’s shaved labia, taking in her scent, fresh and rich and sweet with the promise of sex yet to be fulfilled. “What do you smell now?” I asked Spike. He moved so close he could have tongued her slit, but he kept to my script and behaved, breathing deeply over her ripe loins. “It’s… spicy... sweet… delicious!” he said, surprised. “That,” I said, “is the smell of a clean, wet pussy that is ready to fuck.” “So can I…” he began. “No!” I cut in. “I still have some things to show you. I took his hand again and held the back to her pussy. “What do you feel?” “Warm. No, wait. Hot!” he marvelled. “God, it’s hot. You could cook on that.” I closed his hand except for one finger and touched it to the base of her vagina, just above the anus. Rupali’s juices responded to his touch like a siphon and began running down his finger. Very slowly, I moved his finger upwards, parting her labia over the entrance. When I reached the critical point, her lips opened of their accord, parting like the petals of a flower from the bottom where Spike was touching, upwards to expose her clitoris, now bulging out under its hood. Spike gasped; I don’t think he had ever seen a woman ... open up like that before. I wished I could see how his cock was responding. “Even though she’s ready, that’s no guarantee she’ll come,” I explained. “So what’s next?” “Tongue?” he ventured. “Yes, but not right away. I’ll show you…” I began. “No,” he stopped me. “I want to. Show me on my mouth.” That was a compromise I could live with; I get plenty of oral sex with Rupali; pretending Spike’s mouth was a pussy would be much more interesting. I abandoned my post beside Rupali and came around to where Spike was kneeling. I placed a knee either side of him and perched on his thighs, his cock, now getting hard again, was just inches in front of my shaved vagina. I felt warmth flood through my loins at the thought of his shaft so close my womanhood. “Hey,” said Rupali. “Have you two forgotten about me? I won first fuck fair and square, you know.” “Patience,” I said. “Everything I do him, he will do to you.” And then to Spike, “She has Attention Deficit Disorder; when she’s not getting the attention she gets disorderly.” I wrapped a hand around his stiffening member and said, “Come with me.” I got up and straddled Rupali’s ribcage, her breasts squeezed together between my thighs. Following my guiding hand on his cock, Spike stepped over and straddled her head, facing me with his balls above Rupali’s upturned face. “Now, can you find something to amuse yourself while I teach him to eat you?” I asked. “I’ll try,” she sighed. “Just be quick, OK?” I lieu of an answer, I used the hand not ...