"Mmm." Brittney moaned against her pussy as she licked Katie clean from her unexpected orgasm, so grateful to finally be here with her.
"Oh sweetheart." Katie whispered out loud. "Brittney I... oh fuck I want you." She pulled Brittney up, kissing her deeply.
"I want you too." Brittney whispered against her lips.
"Lay on your back, Britt. I want to be inside you." Brittney nodded, pulling Katie's bra off, before laying back down. Katie smirked and flipped herself the opposite way, throwing her leg over Brittney's face. Brittney smirked, her googlemind, telling her that this was the 69 position.
Brittney fell underneath her body, pulling her down on top of her as both of their hands glided to their hot depths. Brittney cried out again as Katie's fingers filled her up beyond reason, capturing her body.
"Oh Katie, Oh yes!" Brittney cried out as she tried to grind against her hand. Brittney slid three of her own fingers into Katie's slick pussy, pumping them deep and hard.
"Fuck Britt. Oh my pussy, fuck it. Fuck it! Don't stop, don't stop." Katie cried out, begging Brittney as their fingers matched pace. Both woman were pleading with the other, not wanting this pleasure to stop. They were fucking each other, and it was fucking hot.
"Mmm don't stop Katie! Oh you feel so good inside of me. Don't stop." Brittney chanted.
Both were crying out now, their resolve shattering as the mind-blowing pleasure threatened to consume them.
"Brittney! Oh come with me." Katie begged as she slammed into her so fast and hard, struggling to maintain her own sanity as she felt Brittney's fingers do the same.
Both screamed out, seeing starts as their orgasms crashed together. Brittney shrieked out Katie's name, riding herself through the most intense orgasm of her life. Katie's screams of pleasure only barely registered in her brain and both fought hard to regain their breath.
"Brittney. Oh God, so good." Katie managed to choke out, falling off of her. "Oh God." Katie said again after a moment, moving up to Brittney and running her hand through her sweaty curls.
They kissed them, a kiss full of love and compassion, of lust and of promise. Finally breaking away from Brittney's delicious mouth, Katie whispered, "I love you Brittney. More so than a best friend should."
Brittney smiled, holding Katie close. "Then be more than my best friend Katie. Be with me." Brittney kissed her again before looking into her eyes. "I love you too Katie."
After a few moments Katie sighed. "We were set up."
"I know." Brittney nodded.
"I'm going to kill them." Katie smirked, before both woman smiled and laughed.
"Well I happened to enjoy the photo shoot. I'm going to thank them." Brittney smirked back.
"Maybe after I kill them..." Katie trailed off, kissing Brittney again.
They didn't know it, but Garrett and Tony were still behind the door listening. High-fiving the other they both smirked. Their planned had worked perfectly after all.
The End.
Birthday
I just got back from the most incredible birthday party I ever had. It was just me and two of my best friends (both women) and the gifts they gave me were amazing. It all began with Linda, my ex-lover. She's 45 and divorced. I'm 26 and single. We were together a few years after her marriage ended and we stayed friends after we broke up. We are really close and our sexual connection never faded. Sometimes when we are between relationships, we make love and it's always hot.
Linda knows what I like, and for my birthday she knew I'd broken up with my girlfriend and hadn't had any loving for two months. It felt like a lifetime. I was complaining about it one night while drinking at a bar with her. She asked me what I would REALLY enjoy if I could have anything I wanted. I was buzzed enough to tell her my wildest, horniest fantasy.
Linda upped it with Julie, her close friend since college. Julie, who's in her late 40s. is also divorced and dating, but not committed. I knew her pretty well from my years with Linda and we all got along really well. So I was happy when I arrived at Linda's apartment for my birthday dinner and found her there. The place was decorated with balloons and streamers and a big sign, and I had to smile when I saw them.
I never dreamed they'd do for me what they did. We'd always engaged in a lot of playful sexual banter and the ladies had obviously had a few glasses of wine by the time I arrived. I got a very warm greeting. They handed me a beer and put on some music and we talked and laughed while Linda finished cooking a nice pasta and salad dinner. By the time it was over, they were very tipsy and I had a nice buzz, but no idea what was in store.
"Are you ready for your presents?" Linda asked, glancing at Julie, who smiled sheepishly.
"Sure," I replied, and they stood up, walked out and left me alone. Ten minutes later, as I wondered what they were up to, they came back wearing ribbons around their hips.
"So what is this?" I asked. "Shhh," Linda said, "Don't ruin the surprise..."
They walked to the sofa and kneeled on it with their backs to me. Each woman had a big colored bow on her ass --- Linda red, Julie pink -- and they looked over their shoulders at me and wiggled their butts. "Come open your presents," Linda said.
I was confused. "Where are they?" I asked.
"Here!" said Linda, slapping her wide, full ass. "I told Julie what you like to eat most."
My heart started pounding when I realized what she was getting at.
"We're giving you a two layer cake," Linda said, winking over her shoulder. "Vanilla with hot bittersweet chocolate. Your favorite flavor. I hope you don't mind that I told...."
"I uh..." I said, stunned.
"And I told Julie not to shower..." she said with a wink.
"You are such a pervert," Julie laughed, "but I'll let you lick my ass because it's your birthday and you're so hard up..."
I couldn't believe it. Linda has always been into me eating out her ass and she really gets off on it. There's nothing better than the scent of a woman's anal musk and the erotic intimacy of the taste as you slide your tongue into her asshole while the plush warmth of her butt surrounds your face. She knew it was my biggest turn-on, and now two older women were offering me their hot sexy fannies to taste...
"Come open your presents!' Linda said, parting her cheeks to reveal the dark slit of her pink, delicately wrinkled asshole.
Most comfortable with Linda, I went to her first and kissed her neck in appreciation. She's a red-haired, big-hipped woman -- both have the wide hips, soft bellies, full lush thighs and round asses I adore -- and I reached around her and unfastened her jeans. Sliding the zipper down, I opened the top and she gave her hips a little shrug as I slid her pants off.
Linda wasn't wearing underwear. Her wide, creamy ass looked and smelled delicious. I savored her musk and gave her warm, moist anus a kiss. She stood up to step out of her jeans and left them on the floor. Julie giggled and Linda mugged, putting her hands on her hips and sticking her big bare ass in Julie's direction before kneeling on the sofa again.
Then I moved over to Julie, my heart pounding with lust. She has long, thick dark hair and an olive complexion. She laughed as I fumbled with the clasp of her black jeans, but I finally got them open. Tugging them down, I was treated to their sight of her ample round ass. "Wow," was all I could say. Julie is the heaviest of the two and has the biggest ass, so beautifully firm. My hands trembled as I slid her thong down.
Julie reached back with both hands and I gazed with intense lust at the sexy brown circle of her anus, it's sharply musky scent so different than Linda's.
"You ladies are amazing," I said, just looking at them, nude from the waist down and kneeling on the sofa in such a way that their cheeks parted. I've never been so turned on and nervous in my life.
"Time to eat your cake," Linda said. I knelt behind her, my left hand palming Julie's smooth bare ass. Linda parted her cheeks wide. She hadn't showered, knowing I'd get off on the scent and taste of a day's worth of her sweaty, denim-clad funk. It makes her feel really sexy and desirab
le to know I get turned on by her body's dirtiest place.
I kissed Linda's cool, bare cheeks and ran my tongue up the crack from her pussy to the small of her back. My tongue lingered on her asshole, where her flavor was most intense. She wiggled her bare butt playfully as I eagerly licked, her scent filling me with raging lust, and she said, "Try the other flavor..."
I felt awkward and undecided for a few seconds before moving over to Julie. I palmed her wide, plump cheeks, kissing them and gently pulling them apart. I took my time running my tongue over her buns and down the warm, moist valley between them while she wiggled her ass in my face. I was fighting not to come in my jeans.
After slowly licking and hearing her breath quicken, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her anus. She tasted spicy, like bitter cinnamon. The walls of her tight hole were smooth like rubber and the warmth of her creamy butt cheeks surrounded my face as I pressed deeper. She smelled so good and my tongue tingled. I went deeper for more, and sucked her funky hole, leaving it slick with my saliva as I massaged and squeezed her glorious plump buns.
I deeply tongue-fucked Julie's delicious asshole for a few more minutes as she cooed contentedly. I was so horny it was unbelievable, and the ladies were turned on, too. I had their pussy juices on my chin as I knelt behind Julie. Her clit was swollen, her pussy lips parted with a glistening wetness that she rubbed with her red-nailed middle finger. As I slowly swirled my tongue around and inside her fudge hole she sighed, "Ooooh, he's good."
I pressed the tip deep into her anus again and sucked. My cock was hard and aching, throbbing and leaking in my jeans and I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I never wanted this to end. I went back to Linda for a few more minutes, then Julie again, savoring the different flavors and scents and textures of each woman's ass, working my tongue as far into them as it could go.
We were all crazy horny. Linda and Julie started kissing and feeling each other's breasts as I licked and caressed and probed and tasted.
"I didn't know you two were such good friends," I said from behind Julie's bare bottom. Her hole was wet and swollen with excitement, easily admitting my tongue into her satiny rectum. The scent of ass and pussy was in the air as she took off her top. She was now nude except for her sneakers and black knee socks. I slid my tongue into her again, deep and long, pressing my nose into her crack and my chin against her sopping cunt until she came and I could feel her anus clenching as she wriggled and moaned, her thick pussy honey soaking me.
Linda and Julie were still kissing and fingering each other's cunt, so I knelt behind Linda again and slowly slid my middle finger into Julie's asshole while I licked and sucked Linda's. Both women came after a few minutes, moaning and whimpering. When they were through, I pulled my finger out of Julie's ass and sucked it while they watched. It was slick and funky and bitter and salty and the taste made me want to come.
"Well," said Linda breathlessly, peeling off her black top and bra so she, too, was completely nude in all her voluptuous glory, "now it's our turn."
As I stood, the ladies turned around and sat on the sofa facing me. Tucking their hair behind their ears, Linda unfastened my belt and opened my jeans as Julie watched.
Linda stroked me, sending a wave of horny pleasure through my fully erect cock. Then the soft warmth of her mouth surrounded the head and she sighed "Mmmmmm" as she sucked. Man, it felt so good. I was moaning. Linda really knows how to pleasure a penis and she took her time slowly swirling her tongue on the head while she glanced at her friend.
"Let me have some!" Julie said and I turned to her, placing my erection against her full lips while taking a deep breath to hold off my orgasm. She cupped my balls and gently stroked my cock, licking a big clear drop of precum while looking up at me. "You are horny aren't you?"
"Uh huh," was all I could say and I gasped when she took me deep in her mouth, sucking hard and moving her head slowly back and forth. I was really fighting to avoid unleashing a torrent of hot cream when Julie and Linda only added to my sweet torture by planting soft kisses on the glistening head and licking the shaft down to my balls and back up.
"Gonna cum," I gasped and Julie took me again with a deep suck, unleashing the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I let out a loud moan and spurt after spurt of thick white cream shot over her tongue and lips. Linda leaned in and took some in her open mouth. "Mmmm," they both purred appreciatively as Julie kept squeezing and stroking, urging me back to an almost unbearable peak of ecstasy. And just as I was breathlessly finishing, my cream everywhere, Linda gave me one last long suck as she squeezed my last drops out onto her tongue.
My head was spinning and I was catching my breath when these wonderful ladies gave my still throbbing cock a kiss and said, "Happy birthday!"
I was speechless. All I could do was moan, "Thanks." And that was it. They stood up, dabbing white globs from their breasts and chins, and licking the warm, sticky cream off their fingers as they smiled devilishly at me.
We finished up with a few more drinks -- the ladies put their tops back on but stayed bottomless the rest of the night so I could admire them -- before it was time to go. The memory of what they did for me made me intensely horny again after I got home. I'll be getting myself off forever just thinking about each sexy friend, each bittersweet, delicious ass I tasted and pleasured that night. That was a gift that will definitely keep on giving.
The End.
Tami And Hannah
It was dark. Impossibly dark. Dark, that was, except for a single dim lamp that hung from the tall ceiling, swaying lazily in the light breeze that blew through the basement, creaking eerily as it did so. The large, spacious room was empty, devoid of all furniture except a large wooden bench set off to one side. The only sign that it wasn't completely abandoned was the presence of two figures, both female. However, gender was the only real similarity between the two – their personas were virtual polar opposites.
The first girl was chained, spread-eagled, to one of the bare, cold stone walls, her naked back pressed against the chill surface. Her hands were above her head, crossed over and bound tightly, leaving little room for her to struggle against her bonds. Her legs were forced open and also chained. She had been deprived of her clothing completely in an attempt to make her feel dirty and humiliated, her curvy hourglass figure, large breasts and wide hips on full display to her "captor". Her fluffy chestnut hair was dishevelled and fell around her face, concealing a lot of it from view. Her eyes, however, shone though. They were an unusual colour, a yellowish-hazel, and right now they showed an odd mixture of fear and anticipation that would have come as a surprise to most who knew her – especially considering her current predicament. Her mascara and eyeliner was smudged across her face, giving the indication that she had been crying, and her beautifully pale skin still bore red marks and bruises from sessions of previous evenings. She shivered, an effect of both the cold air on her skin and because she knew what awaited her without doubt. It had been the same now for days on end. Her posture was that of one who had come to finally accept her fate as nothing more than a vessel for the sexual depravity of the one responsible for her situation – and who actually enjoyed being nothing more than a plaything, a living doll to fulfil the needs of others.
By contrast, the second girl was taller and stood unhindered in front of the first girl with her arms folded, straight, proud and domineering, the stance of one who knew exactly what it was that she wanted and didn't ask for it, but rather demanded it, sadistic in her need to order and manipulate others like toys. She viewed others as lower than herself, seeing them as barely human, there simply for her amusement, and nobody gave her more of a thrill than the one currently bound to her underground wall.
She was dressed downright provocatively and despite not having as much of a sexualized shape as the first girl, her outfit clung to her so tightly that it almost appeared painted on. A tight-fitting leather corset, black, pushed her breasts up so much that they threatened to escape from the material. From the waist do
wn, she had on a tiny, tight microskirt made from PVC, connected to the corset to form a dress of sorts, and under that lay a semi-transparent lacy red thong, flashes of which were visible as she walked around. Black silk stockings reached to her upper thighs, leaving only a slight gap displaying her lightly tanned flesh. From the knees down she wore long black leather boots, complete with high heels and numerous buckles, straps and zippers. Wavy brown hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her full lips, painted ruby red, were set in a permanent smirk, and her hazel eyes burned with an evil lust.
"Playtime, pet," she giggled softly and seductively, sauntering over to the bench, where lay her "toys", a selection of instruments designed specifically for both pleasure and pain. She was in her element here, so skilled in their use, able to draw out both soft moans and loud screams from her "pets" with equal ease. Firstly, she picked up a long handle tipped with a silky black feather.
"I think I'll tease you first...to get you wet for me..." she smiled darkly. "I love it when your pussy is dripping...means I'm clearly doing my job right...and you're such a slut that it never takes long..."
The chained girl was unable to prevent a sound of pleasure escaping her lips as the dominant female spoke to her in such a way. It was no secret to the few who knew this girl's sexual nature that, despite appearances, she actually got off on being talked down to and insulted, something that she had learned to love a long time ago. She readily volunteered to be tied to the basement wall each night, and had started to in fact look forward to it. She felt the area between her legs start to moisten and heat up already, and she blushed slightly. She really was a slut for the other girl – and indeed for anyone who showed her such treatment – an expression of her need to submit to others, to be controlled and used.
A second noise of enjoyment, louder this time, echoed around the basement as the girl in charge lightly stroked the feather down the other girl's form, tracing it from her cheek down her sensitive neck to her breasts, circling each nipple and then changing direction, running it up her legs and over her thighs, softly brushing the tip of the feather against the entrance to her pussy and over her clit.
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