No Boys Allowed

by Lucy Felthouse

  Amber nodded and began pulling off her shoes and clothes, as Justine did the same. With seconds, they were both nude. They clambered hastily onto the bed, reached for one another and fell down onto the duvet in a tangle of smooth, pale limbs. Their mouths met once more, and the sounds of their increasing pleasure grew louder as they became lost in one another.

  Justine rolled her hips towards her new lover. She could hardly help herself - by now her need was so great that she was desperate to have Amber’s fingers - and mouth - on and in her pussy. Thankfully, the redhead took the hint and without hesitation pushed her hand between Justine’s trembling thighs.

  “Oh fuck!” she yelled, as nimble fingers parted her rapidly swelling labia and sought the distended bud at their apex.

  “I could say the same thing,” Amber replied. “You’re so wet already, and I’ve barely touched you. That’s really fucking hot!”

  Justine didn’t say anything. She couldn’t - she was too busy biting her lip and tangling her fingers into the duvet as Amber’s fingers stroked and rubbed at her clit. At the rate Amber was going, it wouldn’t be long before Justine came. Not that she was surprised - it had been a while since anyone else had touched her down there, much less somebody so freaking hot. And talented.

  “Oooh, God!” Justine said as the redhead slipped two fingers inside her and sought out her g-spot. Then, just when she thought things couldn’t possibly get any better, Amber crawled down the bed and closed her pretty lips around Justine’s clit.

  Now Justine clung to her bedspread so tightly that her knuckles turned white and started to ache. But she really didn’t care - all she could think about were the delicious sensations crashing through her body. The pressure against her g-spot and around her clit was immense, and before long she felt the pleasurable tingles at the base of her spine which hinted that her orgasm was imminent. Her abdomen grew tighter and tighter as Amber teased her most erogenous zones. Then, with a few more deft flicks of her tongue, Amber sent Justine over the edge.

  Screeching like a banshee, Justine bucked and writhed on the bed as her climax scorched through her like a wildfire. She heard Amber gasp as her fingers were squeezed tightly by Justine’s strong internal muscles. She grinned a little; then wider as pure orgasmic bliss overtook her body. She tensed... then released and felt utterly boneless as she sank back into the mattress, gasping.

  Amber moved back up the bed and lay back on the pillows, then pulled Justine into her arms. Justine went willingly, snuggling into the redhead’s grasp and sighing contentedly.

  “Wow,” she said. “Just... wow. There are no words to describe what just happened.”

  Amber giggled, idly stroking Justine’s hair. “I aim to please.”

  “Well,” said Justine, turning in Amber’s arms and pressing a kiss to her lips, “that’s just something else we have in common, isn’t it?”

  She moved down the redhead’s pale body and settled eagerly between her thighs with a grin. Now it was Amber’s turn to grip the duvet until her knuckles turned white.

  The last rational thought that went through her head as she lowered her mouth to Amber’s slick pussy was that she had a funny feeling she wasn’t going to visit a geeky place by herself ever again. And for that, she couldn’t possibly be any more grateful.

  Little Miss Goody Two Shoes

  “This garden sure is beautiful. I’d love to live here,” said my girlfriend Izzy as we walked hand in hand down the gravel path.

  “What, out here?” I joked. “You might get a little chilly in the winter!”

  “No, silly.” She nudged me. “I mean I’d love to live in the house, and have this as my back garden.”

  Izzy turned to face the building we’d recently exited. I turned too. She was absolutely right, of course. An old manor house open to the public, Newberry House was all high ceilings, four-poster beds and creaking floorboards. A quaint old pile that many people would love to call home.

  “It is lovely, sweetheart,” I said, tucking my arm into Izzy’s and steering her round so we could continue our exploration of the grounds. “If I won the lottery, I’d buy you whatever house you wanted.”

  “Aww, we can but dream, eh?”

  “Mmm.” I said, nodding and falling into step with her as we continued our stroll in a companionable silence for a while, enjoying the scenery. Every now and again we’d glance back toward the house to see it from different angles. Soon, though, we moved into a part of the grounds where that view was lost.

  High hedges lined the path on one side, and a mixture of trees and undergrowth adorned the other. It was a beautiful day. I sighed contentedly, drawing a smile from Izzy and a squeeze of my hand. I squeezed back. Seconds later, I received an entirely spontaneous pressure on my fingers, and Izzy crowded in close to me, her eyes wide and hand covering her mouth.

  “Whatever’s the matter?” I said, thinking at first she’d seen a spider or something. But she didn’t look scared, merely shocked.

  She pointed straight ahead. Before us was an alcove set into the hedge. Within it stood a beautiful white statue on a plinth. Judging from Izzy’s reaction, though, the beauty of the piece wasn’t what had attracted her attention.

  “What’s up, Izz?” I said, confused now.

  “Look at it!” she breathed, her eyes still betraying her surprise. “She’s...she’s naked!”

  I frowned. “Um...yes? What’s the problem with that?”

  “Well, you can see...everything! And she’s touching herself.”

  Izzy’s statement wasn’t strictly true. You could see most of the subject’s body, including high rounded breasts and curvy stomach and thighs, but the hand crammed between her legs meant that whatever delights lay between them were hidden.

  I was reeling with shock that my girlfriend, who’d seen and touched my naked feminine form on countless occasions, was offended by a statue in the grounds of a stately home.

  “Izz, what’s the problem?”

  “Well it’s just that...anyone could see!”

  I shook my head, still disbelieving. “Oh, don’t be such a Little Miss Goody Two Shoes. You’ve seen enough tits, pussy and ass to not be shocked by this, surely!”

  She looked me then, the hurt expression in her eyes enough to make me feel bad. Not bad enough to backtrack - I still thought she was bonkers - but enough for me to want to make her feel better.

  I took Izzy’s hand and tugged her with me into the alcove, slipping behind the statue. From there, of course, we could see the statue’s perfectly moulded ass cheeks, and beautiful arch of her back.

  “Come on, Izz,” I said, indicating what I was admiring, “don’t you think she’s beautiful?”

  Slipping an arm around my girl’s waist and pulling her tightly to me, I murmured in her ear, “Wouldn’t you like to grip those ass cheeks as you kissed her? Feel those tits pressing against yours?”

  I drew closer still and flicked my tongue in Izzy’s ear, making her squirm in my grasp. “Wouldn’t you like to pull her hand away and replace it with yours? Stroke her clit, her pussy? Slip your fingers inside her hot wet hole and pump her until she came?”

  By now, the arm I’d had around her waist had moved, my hand slipping down my girl’s back, over her ass, and between her legs. I flipped up the hem of her pretty summer dress, cupping her crotch through her panties. I could feel the delicious heat of her pussy through the cotton underwear, and when I rubbed my flattened hand against her vulva, Izzy moaned.

  The sound sent an insane shock of want zipping through my body. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t the time or the place to get frisky, but when Izzy rocked her hips, trying to get more friction from my hand, I couldn’t help myself.

  I grabbed Izzy and pulled her to me, pressing my lips forcefully to hers. She opened her mouth immediately, eager to deepen to our kiss. I r
esponded, my tongue exploring my girl’s beautiful mouth until she suddenly yanked away, murmuring a single word.

  “More...”

  I pushed her backward until her body was pressed up against the statue’s plinth. Then I dropped to my knees in the gravel, pushing her dress up. I lightly slapped the insides of her calves, indicating she should open her legs.

  Obeying, Izzy moved her feet apart a little. I caught the scent of her arousal and immediately had to taste it. There was no time for teasing. I was determined to lick my girl’s pussy until she came on my face. I pulled her knickers roughly to one side and pushed my face between her thighs. My mouth went to where she needed it most, the soft skin already slick with juices. I slipped my tongue between her labia, moans and groans issuing from above as I pleasured my girl with my lips, teeth and tongue. I grinned inwardly at the sounds she was making; it appeared she was so lost to lust she’d completely forgotten where she was. I just hoped I could make her come before we got caught.

  I alternately flicked and sucked at Izzy’s clit, every now and again dipping my tongue down to slurp up the sweet juices which slid from her hot pussy. Before long, the telltale signs of her approaching orgasm became apparent. Her thighs tensed and she bucked against my face, silently urging me to go faster. I obliged, pulling her distended clit into my mouth and sucking it for all I was worth.

  Izzy stiffened. Her back arched as she edged toward the precipice, then toppled off, her fall indicated by her wail of ecstasy and the way her hands suddenly gripped my hair and held my face tightly to her cunt. I could do nothing but let her ride it out, my tongue delving in her folds as her pussy twitched and spasmed and her cream ran into my eager mouth.

  Soon, Izzy calmed down enough to release me. I wiped her juices from my face with the back of my hand, looked up at her, and said, “Not such a Little Miss Goody Two Shoes now, are you?”

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