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Sister’s First Sleepover Ch. 06 Pt. 02

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Foreword: Good evening, Degenerates. It’s been a while. I hope you’ll forgive the wait, I was laid low by sickness, and then when I started writing… it seemed to grow every time I thought I’d stop. Your feedback has been much appreciated and I think many of you will find a lot to like about the utter degeneracy of this chapter. For those of you still checking back, wait no longer – the gates to our Degenerate Paradise are open once more and will stay open for the foreseeable future.

Thank you, dear degenerates.

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The bottle landed on Eliza, who picked dare. Tara gave her an easy one of going to make snacks; putting a pause on the game whilst she did. Becca felt a newfound shock of nerves, wondering how she was supposed to talk to Tara when they were alone.

Eliza went to the kitchen, Becca now noticing for the first time that Eliza had even had time to get changed whilst Tara rode her face. Maybe she could comment on that? She was desperate for something to re-break the ice when Tara announced, “Let’s go with her.”

Becca got up to follow, full of uncertainty and glad for some direction. She moved to follow behind Tara, the athlete already heading past her. Becca couldn’t help but look down at her strong thighs and curvy butt, it snatched her concentration like bait on a stick. Then, Tara stopped in the doorway and spun to face her.

Becca had to catch herself quickly to not bump straight into the younger girl and found herself looking up at the gorgeous blonde who had mounted her face – her face that still smelled of Tara’s cloying, delicious scent.

“It’s a shame we had to stop.” Tara said, smiling like a cat with a cornered mouse. Becca blushed, knowing what she meant but not knowing how to respond.

Tara raked a finger across the damp crease in her shorts, then pressed her finger against Becca’s lips – as if to stop her from talking. Becca could smell her again, stronger than the lingering, fading scent on her face, and desperately wanted to suck her finger. Tara smiled, sensing the older girl’s sudden excitement, and added, “We’ll make sure to finish next time.”

Despite the sudden shift in her own sexuality, and a new side of herself Becca didn’t know existed, that should’ve made her confused. Instead she felt her knees weaken and an overwhelming desire to do just that. Before she could nod, or say anything, or suck that delicious finger clean, Tara withdrew it and went after Eliza.

The sudden absence was like being plunged into cold water. Becca took a calming breath and lingered in the living room for a minute to collect herself. She could hear the two girls chatting whilst Eliza filled bowls with snacks.

When she came in, it was all normalcy and teenage girl-talk again – as if nothing had gone on at all.

Eliza grabbed chips, pretzels, more glasses of soda and other finger-foods that wouldn’t get in the way. Tara had grabbed a bottle of whipped cream from the fridge, cooly spraying some in her own mouth – Becca found herself staring until Tara winked; the older girl snatched her attention away, keenly aware of Eliza’s presence and Tara’s flirting.

Once Eliza was done, they returned to their seats and picked at their snacks. Then, Eliza spoke. “We’re gonna have to get more creative or nobody will ever lose.” Tara nodded her agreement through a mouthful of pretzels. Becca didn’t like that suggestion, the two girls had been plenty creative with their dares; her eyes glanced at the cup of her sister’s piss on the table. A stark reminder that these two played seriously. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was going to lose.

Becca was about to eat when Eliza gave the bottle a spin and it landed on her older sister.

Eliza’s thin lips sprouted into a naughty smile, sharp eyes latching onto her sister. Becca’s nerves fluttered once more – she recognised the look. Eliza had an idea and she was not going to enjoy it.

“I have to get you back for getting mom involved…” Eliza’s hand slipped into the pocket of her pajamas. “It feels good to be out of them really…” She withdrew her hand, holding something bundled up in her fist. Eliza held her arm out, untangling three fingers – holding the garment pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Her red panties dangled lewdly from her hand, gently swaying in the room for the two other girls to see.

“You can wear these on your head between dares, for the rest of the game.” Becca’s jaw dropped, a rush of horror and disgust filling her. Tara looked surprised, and greatly amused, too.

“Eliza…” Becca started, when her sister approached her, holding the garment with two fingers at each end of the waistband. Eliza found herself putting horrific puzzle pieces together. These were the pair Eliza had just been wearing. Underwear she had walked around all day in, sweated into, worn to the bathroom…

The brunette stood over her, the panties stretched between her two hands as if she were going to help Becca put them on – which, she supposed, she was. “Eliza that’s disgusting…” illegal bahis Becca couldn’t see inside of them, she didn’t want to look. Eliza could see them, as could Tara who craned her neck from her seat to get a better look.

The narrow strip of fabric was creased with faint white and yellow stains, the thinner side that had rested against her butthole was flecked with tiny dots of brown, and the red fabric inside was darker than out – where it had soaked up her ass and crotch sweat all day.

“Do we have our loser?” Eliza asked, barely keeping the cruelty from her cheerful tone. Becca narrowed her eyes, not knowing what to say but very much wanting to punch her sister. When she didn’t reply, and started to reach towards the panties, Eliza gave her a victorious, magnanimous smile. “Allow me.”

Then, twisted the garment around and pulled it down over Becca’s head. Eliza made sure to avoid her sister’s ponytail, angling the garment forward and stretching it down so that the waistband was practically around her sister’s neck – putting the crease of fabric nestled against her pussy against Becca’s mouth, whilst the part that touched her asshole ran up over her nose. It looked like a strange, inverted mask. Eliza let go, briefly admiring her work at how silly Becca looked, then reached to adjust the section over Becca’s nose. Becca slapped her hand away, so she retreated – knowing well when to push and when not to.

Becca felt the fabric touch against her scalp, then the pressure as Eliza dragged the waistband down past her ears; the red fluttered past her vision and suddenly her nose and mouth were embraced by the damp, still-warm fabric of her little sister’s underwear. The narrow gusset stretched tightly over her nose – making her shudder internally with the knowledge of where it had been.

The smell hit her then, on the first instinctive intake of breath when her nose was covered. A strong, tangy-sweet smell that was vaguely similar to Tara’s vagina, mixed with less pronounced, but much more unpleasant acrid undertones of pee and sweat, along with an earthy, musky scent that Becca unfortunately recognised as the smell of her sister’s asshole from higher up the garment. It was both overpowering and horrific – the smell was so intense and unpleasant it might as well have slapped her. She knew exactly what it all was. She couldn’t help but think of how Eliza must not have wiped thoroughly after peeing – not even being able to comprehend or consider that Eliza had done so knowingly. It made her want to hurl. It was even stronger and more overwhelming than Tara’s smell – as if the fabric had soaked in the scent of Eliza’s private area and concentrated it.

It was all bad. The smell didn’t even go away breathing in through her mouth. If she breathed through her nose, it smelled slightly more like ass, if she breathed through her mouth, the pussy smell was even stronger – and seemed to waft over her taste buds. Becca knew she couldn’t taste it, but it felt like she could.

Finally, she dragged her shameful eyes from the floor – worse still, she felt stupid wearing them over her head like that – and saw Eliza and Tara looking at her, unreadable smiles on their face. They didn’t say anything, which made her feel more humiliated – vaguely wondering if she could bear wearing them any longer. “…I feel dumb. This is disgusting.”

Tara wafted a hand at her, as if brushing aside an unreasonable complaint. “Relaaax. You look great.” Becca blinked, momentarily forgetting her predicament – was Tara openly flirting or was that comment normal? Eliza seemed to take it as the latter, sitting back in her seat and snacking on a handful of chips.

“It’s your turn.” Eliza prompted, mid-chew. Becca’s train of thought about abandoning the game was again derailed, both by a desire to please Tara and a desire to get Eliza back. She reached down and gave the bottle a determined spin. Tara. Damnit.

“Dare.” The younger blonde said, breezily.

Again, Becca found herself having to rapidly come up with something that wasn’t ‘too bad’ because she was terrified of making Tara dislike her. “Uh… do thirty squats.”

Eliza rolled her eyes and remarked, “Lame…” Becca couldn’t help but agree. It felt like a weak choice even to her. She was trying to save her meanness for Eliza.

Tara got up, turned so that her ass was facing Becca, and began the exercise. Effortlessly bending until her ass was almost touching her calves – stretching the already thin, pink fabric tightly over her beautifully sculpted ass. “One.” She counted off, confident and unphased. Becca briefly caught herself staring, but quickly looked away – only ‘casually’ snatching a look at Tara every so often.

Becca picked up a pretzel, pulled her ‘mask’ aside and put it in her mouth. Eliza was watching her like a warden, arrogantly waiting for her to put underwear back over her nose and mouth. Becca gave her a rueful, disparaging glare, but obediently pulled the red gusset back over her mouth. The sensation casino siteleri made her cringe, again feeling the damp fabric rub against her lips and nostrils. As she chewed, the strong scent of her sister’s sex seemed to flavor the snack, adding it’s own horrid twist to the taste.

“Whose do you prefer, mine or Tara’s?” Eliza asked after a mouthful of soda. Tara briefly paused her squatting, glancing over her shoulder. Becca gave her sister a questioning look, unsure if she was being teased or tricked. Eliza rolled her eyes again, as if having to explain something to an idiot. “Which of our pussies smells better?”

The question felt like a slap in the face. So far, it had all gone unsaid. If nobody said the words, it wasn’t real. She had vaguely hoped Eliza didn’t know where her nose had been. Becca realized it wasn’t hard to deduce; Tara had been sitting on her face, and now she was wearing Eliza’s panties on her face, but to have it put into words like that so shamelessly…

She was a little at a loss for words. But both girls looked at her expectantly, as if it would be weird and awkward not to answer.

“Uh… Tara’s.”

Initially, she said it because one of them was her sister’s vagina, which inherently made it a worse experience. But also, she couldn’t think of anything she’d rather smell right now than Tara’s. Eliza didn’t even look put out, making a face as if hearing an interesting fact. Tara smiled, clearly pleased by the answer, before resuming her squats.

“Well, you’re smelling my underwear, so I won’t hold that against you.” Eliza quipped, not sounding at all like this was as weird as Becca felt it was.

It felt vaguely surreal, but before Becca could think about it anymore, Tara sounded out, “Thirty.” And sat back on the couch.

Eliza reached out and gave it a spin. Her and Tara had practiced a bit with the bottle, getting a rough idea of the kind of force it needed to stop in the direction they wanted – between that and their positioning of the seats, the young brunette was confident where it would go. The bottle did three revolutions before sliding to a halt just short of Becca.

The older blonde grimaced, as she did her facial muscles pushed at the taut fabric – her lips brushing against a wetter part of the fabric. She wanted to hurl, both through the sensation and the repeated nausea inducing anxiety of seeing her evil mastermind of a sister determine her next torment.

When Tara picked up the whipped cream again, squirting a blob into her own mouth, Eliza snapped her fingers. “Oh, that’s it. I dare you to lick whipped cream from between Tara’s toes.” The younger blonde gave a laughing sneer, “Aw, ‘liza you’re gonna ruin whipped cream for her!”

Eliza wafted her hand, brushing the mock-concern aside. “It’s not that bad, better than licking your toes without it.”

For once, Becca agreed with her younger sister. They couldn’t see her face from beneath the red panties, but she had a look of relief; which a moment later she felt bewildered by. She had been thoroughly acquainted with the taste of both of their feet now, which still disgusted her, but the cream would certainly make it more bearable.

With a flood of relief, she pulled the underwear from her head and threw them at Eliza. Eliza caught them with a mean smile. Despite offering a faux-protest, Tara now leaned forward and pushed the tip of the whipped cream canister between each of her toes; it gave a quick, hissing spurt of cream with each pull of the trigger. Becca had already thoroughly made out with Tara’s feet – they were still damp with perspiration but most of the sock lint had fallen away during the ‘massage’ – except between her toes. Tara didn’t use a lot of cream, just enough that Becca would have to dig between with her tongue to get it all. Once she finished one foot, she extended it out towards Becca, grinning like she had offered her a meal.

The older girl again slipped to the floor, sitting herself down in front of Tara’s sole. A small part of her wondered if she should just give the futon up, she sat on the ground so often. Then, she cupped Tara’s ankle to give her support and examined the smooth, meaty sole of the athlete; the slightly scuffed heel, the flatter arch, the meatier pads on her heel, arch and ball, and the slightly longer, thicker toes – now with blobs of white cream between them. The scent was still there, the musky smell of Tara’s sneakers and socks along with the cheddary, sweaty smell of her feet.

Becca looked up at both her sister and Tara, watching from their seats on the couch. Eliza swigged at some soda, whilst the blonde watched her with a smirk of anticipation. Better to get it over with now, she thought. With much less hesitation than any other time she had kissed, licked or sniffed the younger girls’ feet this weekend, she moved her lips close to Tara’s toes and extended her tongue; shaping it to a point, she pushed her pink tongue between the pinky and fourth toe of Tara’s foot – using it like a wedge to slip between poker siteleri and spread them. At first all she could taste was the whipped cream, her tongue dug until she felt it press against the base of the crevice between Tara’s toes. Once there, like when Becca licked between Eliza’s toes, she stroked her tongue back and forth, quickly gathering up the confectionary and toe jam within.

Her tongue came away, to her view, with a mound of whipped cream. The two girls watching her could see the back end, speckled with toe jam. Becca unknowingly brought it into her mouth and swallowed it down. Eliza hid her disgust with her soda, Tara teased her, “Taste good?”

Becca looked up from the foot to Tara, having been trying to focus and just get through it. To be honest, it wasn’t that bad – there was a hint of foot sweat, and the smell of Tara’s feet colored the flavour somewhat, but it was certainly more bearable than without. “…It’s better than nothing.”

The older blonde went back to Tara’s foot, licking again between the next two pairs of toes; her tongue pushed deeper each time, requiring her to stroke her tongue more thoroughly to collect all of the cream in one sweep. She swallowed, and continued to the final pair – the big and second toe. Becca held Tara’s foot close to her face and pushed her tongue between them at the base, rather than coming from above. She reasoned that she could sweep her tongue up and get all of the cream in one pass.

Tara had a better idea, curling her toes and pinching Becca’s tongue between them – the older girl’s eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden squeeze. Tara giggled, wiggling her foot back and forth, dragging Becca’s head from side to side by her tongue. “Eeghhhh?” Becca whined, not quite pulling with enough force to free herself, instead producing a wordless sound of confusion and pleading for mercy. Eliza doubled over laughing at the spectacle.

Finally, Tara relented and let go, Becca fell back on her butt, a look of exasperation on her face – her cream and toe jam covered tongue slipping back into her mouth. Tara cocked a head, all warm smiles and light hearted mirth. “Just wanted to make sure you got it all!”

She was teasing, Becca knew that. She scoffed, not really having a response for the unprovoked action and instead filled the silence with a laugh of her own – she saw the humour in it, even if it wasn’t making her laugh.

Tara went towards her second foot but Becca shook her head. “Nope, ‘liza didn’t say both feet.” The younger blonde gaped, sad that her other toes would go un-licked. Eliza shrugged her narrow shoulders, a wry expression of acknowledgement that it was true. Despite her confusing feelings towards Tara, Becca wouldn’t let herself be a complete doormat – she had her pride, as small and malleable as it was. So, she sat herself back on her futon, feeling like she had won some small victory in this game where she felt so close to losing.

Now, it was Tara’s turn.

The athlete chewed on her options, her pretty blue eyes drifting to her own saliva-soaked toes, then to Eliza; her best friend was truly a good opponent, it was often hard to match her when cruelty and creativity came into it, but Tara loved a challenge. Finally, her eyes landed on the older blonde girl she had found great pleasure in teasing and tricking into doing whatever they felt like. It was time to step things up and win this game.

“I dare you to lick my butthole. For five minutes.”

Becca, self conscious of her awful panty-mask, had been idly watching Tara make a decision. Somehow, she wasn’t nearly as anxious about the outcome. All she could think of was the weight of the girl straddling her face, and the delightful smell, and the strangely arousing feeling of what she knew to be the girl’s labia against her face. After what Tara had said, she was finally sure Tara was interested and, despite the initial feelings of shame, she was shamefully excited. Then she heard Tara’s proclamation and any hope of leniency faded away.

“Your… butthole?” The idea was revolting. Kissing her sisters… god, she couldn’t believe she even did that, that was easily the most disgusting thing she had ever expected to do in her lifetime. Licking one? More than once?

Before the older girl could let her disgust and reluctance mount, Tara clambered to her knees on the coach and turned, so she was bent over the back cushions. Her thumbs hooked into her waistband and slid down her shorts, revealing the smooth, pale white form of her magnificent ass. Wide hips, strong muscle and a healthy amount of fat gave Tara a butt any woman would die for. It even sat so perfectly as to have a straight, defined cleft at the bottom of each cheek, where it hung past her thighs.

Without underwear, the twin globes were parted slightly, pale skin leading to darker, browner skin around the crack. At the joint of her legs, Becca could see the pronounced mound of a pussy she had buried her nose into. Tara’s outer labia was thick, a camel-toe, with a slit of pink hiding between both lips. It was shaved bare and deliciously inviting. With her knees spread slightly, Becca could even see the glimpse of a hole in the tight line of pink within. North of Tara’s vulva was a darker spot at the bottom of her crack where her butthole was hidden.

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Amazing Grace

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I want to fuck her so badly! I don’t care that she’s my student…I don’t care that she’s 19…I just don’t care! There are lots of beautiful girls at this university, but Grace stands out. I think it’s because she’s young for her age–she truly doesn’t realize how sexy she is. A lot of the young women I see every day know exactly how to tease older men, and I’m sure they have wonderful sex lives, but Grace’s innocence stands in stark contrast to their sophistication.

Grace is an amazing little package–barely five feet tall, straight brown hair, and dark brown eyes that are always smiling. She’s not that bright, but for my purposes, that’s perfect. All I want is her body–perfectly round, perky C cup tits, flat tummy, smooth tanned skin, and a tight little ass that fills her yoga pants perfectly! The best part, though, is what’s up front–she always wears light grey yoga pants, and when she stands up to move around the seminar room, I savor every second because her sweet pussy is starkly outlined by the material, curving up and over her thighs, dipping down her belly, and swelling gently to show off her mound. On a good day, I can see the shadowy line of her pussy lips. Every time I get that view, I wonder if she’s completely shaved–girls are doing that, and she’s generally pretty fashionable, so maybe…

Anyway–I stand over her group a lot, helping them out. The tops of her tits are always on view, and I let my eyes wander down the valley between them, imagining tracing that silky line with my tongue…

I let my mind finish that thought later, when I’m home alone.

I imagine Grace has come over for extra help. It’s not unusual for students to find their professors outside of class, but a young woman coming over alone is not how it’s usually done. Grace seems unsure of herself. I know she needs the help, but she doesn’t bring up any school topics. I’m not sure if she even knows why she’s there. She stands shyly in my kitchen, drinking the iced tea I poured her, answering my conversation softly and distractedly. Finally, I move next to her at the counter and take the glass out of her hand, setting it aside.

I let my hand rest on her shoulder and say reassuringly, “Grace, we can talk about school work later, OK? I think there’s something else on your mind, and I know there is definitely something else on my mind right now.”

My hand slips from her shoulder to her fingers, and I turn her gently until she is facing me. The top of her head is below my chin, and I have to lean down to meet her lips. With gentle hands, II pull her close to me, kissing her softly so as not to scare her away.

When her tongue starts to respond to mine, I feel her body relax a bit against me. Kissing my way down her neck, my hands caress her gently, stroking her arms, her sides, her hip, and then her shoulders. When I nuzzle her there, she sighs and relaxes against me even more and I know she’s mine.

With both hands, I slip the straps of her top down her upper arms. She pulls back a little, startled by the sudden realization of what I’m doing. I kiss her again to soothe her, and my hands continue their work, moving behind her to pull and roll until her breasts are about to pop out. Dropping to one knee, I hold her waist while I kiss the swelling tops I have uncovered. Her arms wrap uncertainly around my head as she savors this new feeling. When I tug a little more, her small, dark nipples pop into view, standing out against the pale white of her tan lines. Before she can pull back again, I take one between my lips and suck firmly, one hand coming up to give equal attention to the other side. After a few moments, I switch hand and lips and lavish some attention on the other nipple.

She murmurs, “Oh, my God” as I suck harder.

Just to keep things moving, I start to lick and suck the slightly salty valley between her breasts while my hands move behind her. I hold her hips at first, but quickly change to caressing her ass, almost kneading the firm flesh I’ve been dreaming of for so long. She’s still holding my head, and I get the sense that she’s still scared of what’s happening. I stand up then, holding her close to me, one hand on her ass still, and the other stroking her hair.

“Grace,” I tell her, “you are so beautiful, and so sexy!”

She looks down then, but I can see the edge of her smile. I don’t want her looking down too much, though, because she’ll realize that she’s standing in my kitchen with her breasts exposed. I pull her chin up and kiss her again.

To keep her company, I quickly pull my polo shirt up and over my head, then pull her against me. Her hands shyly wrap around me again, and I feel her hands start to move on my back just a bit, shifting from one place to another, not ready to stroke me yet, but almost. Her breasts are firm against my body, her nipples tiny, tight little points. I finish pushing her top down to her waist and let my hands wander over the soft skin of her back, her Escort bayan sides, and her hips. Our kiss at that point is deep and sensual…it’s time to move things along again.

“Grace,” I say gently, looking into her eyes. “I want to make love to you. Is that why you’re here?” She looks down again, and pulls her breasts back away from me without answering.

“Grace…you came to my house for extra help, but that’s not really why you’re here, is it?”

No response. I pull her chin up, kiss her softly again, and persist: “Grace, what do you want? Do you want me to hold you like this some more?”

I get a small nod in response.

“Do you want me to touch your body some more?”

Another nod.

“Okay,” I tell her with a smile, “that’s all I wanted to know.”

With that, I pick her up in my arms–she’s so damn light! I kiss her again and walk into the living room–I’m pretty sure the bedroom would freak her out. Instead, I set her down on the couch with her head against the pillowed arm. Kneeling beside her, I stroke her hair with one hand and kiss her some more. My other hand glides across her belly and comes up to cup her breasts again. When I feel her tremble with pleasure or anticipation, I kiss down her neck again, then begin moving back and forth between her nipples again, more firmly this time, sucking hard and squeezing her firm breasts. To keep her on edge, then, I kiss between them and start to work my way toward her belly button. I can tell all this is new to her, and I smile to myself imagining how she will react when I do what I’m about to do…

My free hand tugs off her sneakers then, and I dip my tongue into her belly button, drawing a gasp at this sudden, sensual intrusion. She lifts her hips slightly, unconsciously beckoning me to keep going, and I don’t let her down. I kiss a little lower, and run into the waistband of her yoga pants. My hands move to each hip, and I start to slide them down ever so slowly, kissing across her smooth belly as each new inch is exposed. When I reach the material of her top still bunched around her waist, I can feel her core trembling. I don’t want her to have second thoughts, so it’s time to distract her again!

With one smooth move, I pull the leg closest to me up and across my body…now I’m kneeling between her legs, my hands on her hips, her pants starting to come off and her top all the way down. I pull her upright, then pull her top up over her belly and breasts. Her arms go up automatically, almost obediently. I pause when her eyes are covered and kiss her suddenly. She smiles at the unexpected contact, and I finish removing her shirt. I lean into the kiss a little bit and turn her sideways–she lies back onto the couch, facing out this time, until her head hits the back cushion. Fortunately, the couch is soft and deep, and there’s plenty of room for her torso. Her head is tilted down a bit by the pillowy back cushion, which will give her a perfect view of what is about to happen.

Breaking our kiss, I repeat my earlier soothing ritual. I kiss each nipple. I kiss her lips. I move down a little and kiss her belly again. Her eyes are wide and watching me. I kiss her at the waistband of her yoga pants, then tug them down to the top of her panties and kiss some more. Then I plant a kiss on her fabric-covered mound. Her eyes close, but when I do it again and nuzzle her for a moment, enjoying the thrill of that milestone and the heat I can feel beneath my lips, her hips move of their own accord, arching up just a tiny bit, asking for more. That is my signal, and I carefully peel her pants down and onto her thighs, carefully leaving her panties in place–all I can see is a small cotton triangle, red with dark stripes. I kiss her mound again as I pull her pants off over her feet.

Lowering my body a little more, I kiss the insides of her tanned thighs. Her pussy is an inch from my lips, and I can feel heat radiating from her. I plant a kiss right on her pussy lips then, and she squirms with pleasure. I kiss harder, moving up a bit so it lands right where her clit is hiding, and she pushes up against me.

“Grace,” I say. Her eyes are open wide, staring right into mine. “I’m going to taste your pussy now…I’m going to taste every inch of you!”

She nods just a bit and whispers, “Okay.”

Grinning with anticipation, I grasp the tiny waistband of her panties and slide them down. I lift one leg and pull them over her foot. She lifts the other leg to help me, then lets them both relax down again. That won’t do at all! Grabbing her ankles, I set her feet up beside her hips, and her thighs fall open, exposing what I had been dreaming of all year–her smoothly shaven pussy! Her lips are parted slightly, and with barely a pause to admire the situation, I lick her from bottom to top. I hear her gasp of pleasure, and do it again. Another gasp, and her hands reach down to grab my head. Her eyes are half-closed, and she is holding her Bayan escort breath just a bit. My own eyes drink in the beautiful sight in front of me.

Returning to my task, I grab her little ass with both hands, lift her up toward me just a bit, and drive my tongue as deep inside her as it would go. For almost a minute, I fuck her with my tongue, spreading her open, tasting the tangy moisture emanating from inside her. It is intoxicating, and I keep a steady rhythm going: a few deep licks and a long, broad lap from bottom to top. She gets into it, and her hips rise every time my tongue hits the top of her slit…I know what she wants! With another smile at her reaction, I move one hand away from her ass. I use the thumb to stroke her pussy lips up and down while I zero in on my target. Her clit peeks out from its hood, and I lick both sides of it, back and forth steadily. She scrunches down a bit to drive herself against my tongue, rocking her hips faster and faster. I begin to make circles then, never letting up on her.

When I feel her stomach and thighs start to twitch, I know she is getting close. I take a deep break and drive my tongue faster around her clit.

From above me, I hear a muted, “Oh my god…” and then another.

Her words come in time with each thrust of her hips. I push my thumb into her clasping pussy then and start flicking as fast as I can across her clit, pumping and twisting the digit inside her at the same time. Her hands are tightly wrapped in my hair at that point, pulling me hard against her. When I feel her body start to spasm, I do two things at once to drive her over the edge completely–I jam my thumb all the way inside her and suck hard on her clit. Her reaction is immediate! Her body goes rigid, and her pussy clamps down like a vise, throbbing tightly around my thumb.

One long syllable is wrenched from her lips—“yyyyyyyyyyesssss!” as her orgasm washes over her.

When I heard her breathe again, I pull my thumb out and kiss her clean-shaven mound once more, which brings a smile to her face even though her eyes are still closed. I kiss her belly. Noticing her hands are now cupping her breasts, I move them aside and kiss each nipple. Pulling her up so we are face to face, I kiss the lingering smile on her lips. Her eyes are open now, and wide with happiness. She kisses me back hesitantly, but then more eagerly, letting her tongue taste herself on me.

I can tell she doesn’t know what to say, so I ask her a leading question: “How did that feel?”

“Amazing…” she says. “I’ve never let…”

I’m sure–no way would a 19-year old innocent like Grace have a lot of experience in this area!

“Well, now you have!” I tell her with a smile. “You taste incredible, too,” I add, which brings another smile, a blush, and a total avoidance of eye contact.

Giving her another firm kiss, I climb onto the couch, turning her so that she lay lengthwise again, but facing in toward me. This keeps her from feeling trapped and changes her to a less exposed position, but also gives me access to her whole body. Her breasts are just touching my chest, and I slip one arm beneath her head while the other rests across her waist. I know this is a pivotal moment, so I take things slowly and let her get to the next step at her own speed.

“I never imagined we’d end up like this,” I say–no sense telling her I had fantasized constantly! Instead, I simply told her, “You are so beautiful and sexy.”

She blushes some more despite the intimacy of our positions, and I add “and you taste so good!” just to lighten the moment and keep things sexual instead of romantic.

She doesn’t know what to say to that, so I kiss her again to ease her mind. I start to stroke her hip, and nudge my knee between hers so that my thigh ends up between her parted legs, just to remind her subtly what I am after. In this position, her arms are between us, her hands down by my waist…good plan, huh? When she feels the need to stroke something in response to my wandering hand, her choices are limited. She caresses my waist and abs a little bit while we kiss, but her hand keeps bumping against my cock, which is standing tall inside my shorts. She isn’t ready to go after it yet, but she can’t stay away from it! She seems to settle into a compromise, stroking my thigh with her palm, but letting her wrist drag along the length of my shaft…and she absolutely knows what she is doing.

My hand curls around her ass, pulling her a little closer. My fingers slip along the crack of her ass, then trace the length of her sopping wet pussy, signalling a change in our cuddling routine. She bends her knee up to allow me more access, and her hand moves of its own accord, coming up to stroke my cock with her palm. I pull her head toward me and kiss her harder, letting her know that I like what she is doing. I also slip one, then two fingertips inside her, dipping them in and out just a little bit at a time. Escort Because I am being so overtly sexual, she responds in kind to keep up, and I feel her wrap her hand around around my cock as much as she can, tracing the thickness beneath her fingers, exploring the head. I moan gently to let her know she is on the right track. Then I make it easier for her. I shift myself so I am lying on my back. Her thigh is still across mine, keeping her pussy open for my fingers. Her tits are pressed hard against the side of my chest, but now whole body is available to her.

She gives up on kissing me then, and lays her head on my shoulder. When I feel her hand glide across my abs, I know what she is up to. I stop fingering her pussy (it is an awkward reach anyway!) and bend my leg up to make it easier again. With the fabric loose, her hand wraps all the way around my cock. She strokes its full length, hesitantly at first. I growl deep in my chest and start stroking her arm as she rubs me. Her hand moves to lay flat on my stomach again, and I can feel her making up her mind.

“That feels so good,” I whisper, which seems to help. Without further ado, her hand slips under the waistband of my shorts and wraps itself around my bare cock.

“Oh, my God…it’s so soft…” she murmurs. “I mean it’s so soft and so it’s so hard…” She pauses uncertainly, her hand tugging me gently, not sure what to do or say next.

I want to say, “Grace, suck my cock!” I want to flip over, climb between her thighs, and fuck her immediately. Those thoughts are discarded in an instant, though…she needs time to process this. Too direct an approach would scare her off, I tell myself.

“It’s so hard because you’re so damn sexy!” I tell her instead.

She bows her head a bit so her proud little smile doesn’t show. I don’t want to tell her that she makes me hard all the time, so I soften what I am thinking yet again.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” I say. “I can’t believe you’re holding me like this, and I can’t believe how beautiful you look, or how good you feel against me…”

All lovely, but it’s time to move things along, I think to myself, so I start shifting gears again verbally, getting her used to the idea of us like this–wet pussy, hard cock, sucking, fucking–all those sweet, nasty words she’s too shy to say out loud yet.

“I really can’t believe that you’re so wet and ready for me, Grace. I love the way you taste, and I love the way you’re holding my cock. I want this to go on forever. I want to feel every inch of your body, and taste every little bit of you!” I carry on with that idea, planting it in her head, letting her hear how eager I am for more so it will be OK for her to feel the same.

Then I kiss her again, tracing her lips with my tongue, giving her time to think.

I almost laugh out loud when she murmurs, “I want to feel you, too” in a shy little voice.

With a smile and another kiss, I pull her on top of me. Her lithe little frame settles comfortably along my length, feet tucked between my calves, knees spread a little to fall on either side of my thighs, her belly against mine, those firm little tits against my chest, and her head resting in the crook of my neck. Her hands are off my cock now, resting on my shoulders. Do I even need to mention that her pussy is sitting right on my cock? Her lips are spread across the middle of my shaft. I can feel how hot and wet she is, and I don’t think she realizes at that moment how close I am to flexing my hips and jamming myself balls deep inside her. I know, though, that I would lose her right then if I do that. She has to decide for herself that it is time to fuck.

Instead, my hand roam down her back, falling quite naturally on her sweet little ass. I knead the soft, firm flesh there and kissed her cheek. When she looks up, I renewed my kiss, letting my tongue play against hers, feeling her body relax as her attention focuses on the dual sensations of my hands on her ass and my tongue in her mouth. Unconsciously, she wiggles against me, savoring the full-body contact and incidentally letting her pussy glide along my shaft. I encourage this by stroking her from thighs to back, each movement helping her grind against me a little more blatantly.

To keep things less obvious, I move my hands to her back and then stroke her shoulders and her neck. When my fingers slip into her hair, our kiss grew more intense. Even without my hands urging her along, she keeps sliding her pussy along my cock. I feel her moisture spreading along its length, and I know her clit is feeling better and better. Since I am leaking pre-cum as well, things are getting pretty slippery between us–too much to ignore, in fact. With only a little bit of exaggeration, I pause in our kissing and groaned softly.

“Grace,” I say, “you feel so good against me…do you have any idea how good that feels?”

Again, I get a shy little smile in response. “You’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe how sexy you are right now.”

Another smile, but this time, I kiss her in the middle of it to keep her from ducking her head. I want to keep her focused on the action again. I want her to imagine fucking me right now.

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