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First Class - Part 2

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

that,” Vicky’s eyes flashed nervously as she shook her head. “Nonsense,” said Celeste. “It’s nothing compared to what you let your gyno do. And it’s so worth it.” “Worth it?” “Hell yes. Guys can’t go down on you quick enough!” she laughed; her whole face lighting up. “You let them get a hand in your panties and then watch the look on their face when their fingers slide over smooth, bare skin. They practically start drooling to get their tongue into you. And it’s not just lick, suck, let’s fuck: they stay down until you’re coming like an early Christmas.” Vicky blushed at the mental picture inspired by her friend’s profanity, still staring at her pussy in the reflection Celeste turned to face her. “Close your eyes,” she said quietly. “What are you going to do?” Vicky asked nervously. “I’m almost naked and I’m feeling modest. So just shut them, OK?” Vicky closed her eyes and then felt Celeste gently take her left hand and cup it to her pussy. She gasped in surprise, but didn’t pull back. She could feel the little crop of hair against the heel of her palm but everywhere else – all the way down to the tip of her middle finger somewhere near Celeste’s anus – was completely, utterly smooth. With her own hand cupped over Vicky’s, Celeste slowly stroked up and down, Vicky’s fingers slid with frictionless ease over the soft, hairless flesh until she felt her friend’s juices welling onto to her fingertips. “Now imagine you’re a guy,” Celeste said softly. “Imagine how that feels ... against your lips and your tongue.” “Mmmmm. I can imagine it,” said Vicky, her voice catching as she struggled to control her breathing. And then, summoning up every shred of courage she could muster: “But I’m not imagining I’m a guy.” In lieu of a response, Celeste continued stroking herself with Vicky’s hand, but applied the tiniest pressure over her middle finger. Vicky needed no further encouragement; she doubled the minute pressure and Celeste’s swollen lips opened like a flower, instantly coating the length of Vicky’s finger in her lubricating juices as it ploughed between the soft, hot folds of her womanhood. “Wait,” Celeste breathed as Vicky tried to go deeper. “Let me shave you first; the boys aren’t going anywhere.” Vicky opened her eyes. Too nervous to speak, she bit her lower lip and nodded. “Great, give me a moment.” Celeste was all business again and transformed into a whirlwind of movement and grace that Vicky had already witnessed a couple of times. From her bag she pulled a foil sachet of sex lube, a miniature manicure kit containing a tiny pair of nail scissors, and - most improbably - a disposable razor. “Girl Scout,” Celeste explained as Vicky looked with surprise at the little collection. Taking control, she pushed Vicky back onto the settee; pulled her bottom forward right to edge and stripped off her cotton panties in one swift movement. With Celeste kneeling in front of her, Vicky had a moment of second thought, holding her knees tightly together as Celeste ...