1. Wedding Cake Island - Part 2


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

    for the first time, knowing that they are delicious individually, but never imagining that the combination could produce a coupling that surpassed the sum of its parts. I couldn’t get enough; I roughly pulled Spike softening cock from Rupali’s pussy and sucked it greedily into my mouth, stripping the wonderful mixture first from the head and then working deeper until his cock was squeezing down my throat, licking, sucking and swallowing until I had him balls-deep and still I snaked out my tongue to clean the remnants of their combined sex from his balls. When I got it all, I pushed him away and went down on Rupali, licking the hot well-spring seeping from her steaming hole and when it was gone I delved my tongue deep into her womanhood to find more. Here the taste was different: more Rupali and less Spike, but still a sweet combination; both delicious and indescribably sexy, it had both my mouth and my pussy watering. Rupali crunched her stomach and buried her own tongue in my pussy. Sixty-nine was a position we had never tried before; she is 6’1” and I am 4’11” and three-quarters; the poor girl had to fold herself in half just to reach my pussy. But Rupali had gone way past just reaching; she mashed her face against my melting slit and thrust her tongue deep inside; I could feel her exploring the depths of my love canal, opening me up ready for Spike’s seven inch cock – or so I thought. My tiny, tight pussy yawned wide to accommodate the thick base of her tongue while the ...
    slimmer point flicked and licked at my inner core, pushing back against the enclosing pressure, building up a delicious friction and probing in directions that a cock could never replicate. When I finished all the cum that I thought I could get from Rupali’s pussy, I sat up on her face, allowing her to lie back down flat on her back – another new position for us – changing the angle of entry into my pussy and firing off all new sparks of desire between my legs. She came up for a breath and called “Spike! Black bag!” Before burying her relentless tongue back in my womanhood. Stroking her breasts and squeezing her nipples and trying not to cry out, I watched through slitted eyes as Spike opened Rupali’s black velvet pouch to reveal (surprise, surprise) a sex toy. “Funny lipstick,” he said, turning it over in his hands, trying to work out which bit went where, and whether any of it would involve him. I recognised it immediately and chastised myself for not picking its shape in the bag. Rupali and I had been browsing strap-ons online, looking for something a bit less labour intensive than Rawhide, the communal but largely unused strap-on in the senior girls’ dorm. To the best of our knowledge, Rupali and I were the only ones who used Rawhide, but even though we mostly kept it in our room it was still a killjoy to wait for the interminable buckling and tightening and wiggling when all you wanted was for your girlfriend to fill you up with cock – and living with Rupali’s long limbs, ...
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