1. First Class - Part 2


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    have her own cock to wank. God, guys are so lucky. Still stroking her cock, she looked up at Celeste who was staring back at her with a slack jaw. This role reversal, where she was able to surprise and rock the super-confident, self-assured redhead, was very appealing. “Join me?” she asked. “Fuck yes,” she husked, quickly unbuttoning her vintage stewardess mini-dress all the way up the front, releasing her full, firm breasts and the pink folds of her hairless pussy lips. Wanting that full skin contact again, Vicky unbuttoned her own dress and – like Celeste – left it on and open at the front. Celeste climbed carefully onto the reclined chair and straddled Bob’s legs, wriggling awkwardly forward to bring her pussy up to Vicky’s, with just Bob’s cock between them. Nestling in on the other side, she pressed her wet lips against Bob’s shaft and they opened effortlessly, closing around the side until they brushed the sensitive tips of Vicky’s pussy lips. Leaning forward, Vicky brushed her hard nipples against Celeste’s, tracing little circles, teasing the other woman even as she teased herself. Unable to sustain the titillating contact any longer, she closed her arms around Celeste’s narrow waist and pulled her into a desperate kiss, crushing their breasts together with nervous flutters of excitement as their flat stomachs made contact above the hard shaft of Bob’s cock. Stopping before she lost control, Vicky pulled back to drink in Celeste’s naked beauty; the sensuous curves ...
    of her narrow waist and full breasts, her flawless, milky skin, red lips and flashing green eyes. Unpinning the little blue pillbox hat, she released Celeste’s long auburn hair from the loose bun, allowing it to fall in sparkling cascades around her shoulders and to frame her perfect breasts. Heart pounding, Vicky leaned forward again – slowly this time – and kissed Celeste, feeling those electric sparks fly again as their breasts touched. Her pulse raced as Celeste kissed her back, seeking out her tongue as her hands stole around Vicky’s waist and pulled her closer. Holding on tight, Celeste rose up on her knees, bringing Vicky with her as Bob’s cock slid through the twin embrace of their pussy lips. Reaching the top, Vicky felt the ridge of his knob graze over her clitoris and stopped, changing direction to slide back down before they lost contact. They rose and fell in a synchronized dance, never losing contact with the hard shaft that dictated their range of movement. On the next upstroke, Vicky rose a little higher when Celeste stopped and the natural curve to Bob’s shaft brought the tip to Vicky’s soaking entrance, which greedily opened and with a small movement of her hips, Bob was firmly seated in Vicky’s opening. “Oh, you didn’t just do that!” Celeste breathed, breaking their kiss. “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it,” Vicky teased, rocking her hips on Bob’s cock and working a few inches into her tight love canal. “I did think of it,” Celeste protested in a ...