by Vallen Green
Now Carrie was atop Laarni. Their kissing didn’t stop despite the change in position. On the other hand, the kiss intensified. Carrie was so wild with desire that before she knew it, she had parted Laarni’s lips with her tongue. Laarni gladly let her, and a second later, Carrie’s tongue was making its erotic dance inside Laarni’s mouth.
Carrie’s tongue explored every inch of Laarni’s mouth. Laarni parted her lips even more to give Carrie more access to her mouth. While this was going on, Carrie placed a hand on Laarni’s face. Laarni’s skin felt so soft and smooth to Carrie’s palm, another thing that added to Carrie’s arousal. She ran her hand down Laarni’s jaw and neck, eventually settling down her collarbone and remaining there. Laarni, on the other hand, ran her hands all over Carrie’s back and wrapped her long legs around Carrie’s hips.
Carrie broke the kiss, only to plant her lips on Laarni’s chin, where it remained while her hands began to move from Laarni’s collarbone to one springy breast. Laarni moaned again when Carrie’s hand touched her breast. She arched her back while she moaned, sending her breast deeper into Carrie’s waiting hand. Through Laarni’s shirt, Carrie fondled and played with Laarni’s round tit. She felt the nipple harden, and she gave it a tweak, to which Laarni responded with another moan.
Carrie couldn’t take it anymore. With a groan, she released Laarni’s chin from her lips and sat upright. She frantically removed Laarni’s loose T-shirt and tossed it aside. Carrie saw Laarni had no bra on beneath the shirt. The only piece of clothing still present on Laarni’s body was a flimsy-looking boyleg underwear, which Carrie simply tore and set aside when it was in tatters.
“My turn,” Laarni announced. In a single motion, she had rid of Carrie’s plain cotton tee. The sight of Carrie in nothing but her midnight-blue underwear turned Laarni on. She grabbed for Carrie suddenly and buried her face in Carrie’s breasts. Carrie moaned and began to move her hips slowly. The movement made Laarni draw in a sharp breath, but she went on and began to lick Carrie’s breasts fervently.
Carrie tossed her head back as Laarni kissed, nibbled, and licked her breasts. She realized her bra was in the way, preventing Laarni from feasting on her hardening nipples, so she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Laarni whistled as soon as Carrie’s breasts sprang free, and she immediately fastened her mouth over one nipple. Carrie bit her lip to keep herself from screaming. She let Laarni know how much she liked what Laarni was doing by moving her hips even faster.
The tables were turned. It was now Laarni who was doing the ravaging, but Carrie was a willing victim and she let Laarni do her thing. Laarni was kissing and biting on Carrie’s breasts like there was no tomorrow. Carrie herself felt her panties growing moister by the minute. With her hands buried in Laarni’s sunlight of a hair, she wondered how long she could last before she would explode from all the pleasure.
Laarni seemed to have read her thoughts. With her mouth still on Carrie’s nipple, she let go of one hand around Carrie’s neck and slid it under Carrie’s skirt. Carrie gasped and sat upright. Laarni’s fingers moved like crazy around Carrie’s thighs and cunt until it finally found what it was looking for. Laarni grinned—Carrie felt the grin on her breast—and inserted a slim finger into Carrie’s pussy.
“You’re so wet, Carrie,” Laarni whispered, her finger moving slowly but eventually picking up speed inside Carrie. “Why are you so wet, you little cunt?” The finger moved even faster. A second later, another finger joined the wild dance inside Carrie’s cunt.
Carrie grinned. “I’d like to see how wet you are yourself,” she answered. Her hand groped on the space between Laarni’s legs. Without saying anything, she too thrust a finger inside Laarni’s pussy. The move would have hurt under normal circumstances, but Laarni was also very wet. In fact, Carrie could’ve sworn she was dripping. The thought that she excited someone made Carrie even more excited. She matched Laarni’s motions by sliding another finger inside Laarni. Then she thought, Why not? And thrust one more finger inside Laarni’s cunt.
The move made Laarni writhe like mad. She began to moan continuously, but she wasn’t too absorbed in her own pleasure to forget Carrie’s. Laarni moved her fingers inside Carrie with every moan until she came up with a kind of rhythm. Carrie did the same, wriggling her fingers like mad in unison with her own moans and groans. She too got to find her own rhythm. It wasn’t long until both girls found their own rhythms of pleasure. By then, they were both moaning and rocking to each other on the couch. Laarni bit Carrie’s shoulder, and Carrie raked the fingernails of her one hand down Laarni’s back.
Carrie started to move faster and faster. A split second later, Laarni did the same. Both girls looked at each other with wide eyes, and both simultaneously increased their movements and thrusts inside each other’s pussies.
“Oh, my God, I’m coming,” Laarni said breathlessly.
“I am too,” Carrie gasped, jerking her fingers faster and faster.
Laarni let out a soft cry and, while shuddering, collapsed against Carrie. Carrie felt every surge of Laarni’s orgasm in her hand, and she welcomed every one of them. She placed the palm of her hand against Laarni’s mound so it was like she was cupping Laarni’s cunt. She let out a fresh batch of bodily fluids again, completely soaking Carrie’s hand with the whitish fluid.
Before long, Carrie felt herself begin to convulse. She shut her eyes and gave in to the convulsions, letting them take over her completely. Laarni was spent, but she wasn’t too spent, obviously, as she began to make several figures-of-eight motions inside Carrie’s pussy. The movement jolted Carrie in places she never thought possible, and again, she felt herself about to explode. She shut her eyes tighter and let her body take over, as her pussy let out wave after wave of bodily fluids. Laarni’s hand was also drenched in the process, but Laarni didn’t care. She wanted every inch, every secretion of Carrie’s body. She kept moving her fingers even while Carrie was experiencing one burst of pleasure after another. Carrie gave one giant shudder before she too collapsed against Laarni. She placed her head on Laarni’s chest and clamped her mouth over one nipple. Laarni’s breasts were delicious. Carrie found out she couldn’t get enough of them.
The two girls rested a moment before Laarni sat upright again and gave a devilish grin. Carrie groaned but not in displeasure. “What are you up to now?” she asked, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“You’ll see,” Laarni said. In one move, she had rid Carrie of her skirt and underwear. Lying naked in an instant under Laarni, Carrie burst into laughter. “You should be a magician!” she exclaimed.
Laarni laughed too before she placed a finger—still coated with Carrie’s fluids—on Carrie’s mouth. Carrie’s eyes widened slightly. She could smell herself on Laarni’s finger, and the knowledge turned her on again.
“Hush,” Laarni said. Then she climbed on top of Carrie, but in reverse: her ass was in the direction of Carrie’s face while her face was in the direction of Carrie’s ass. Carrie’s eyes widened some more as soon as she understood what Laarni was up to.
“Laarni, are you sure about this?” Carrie whispered.
Laarni answered by placing her pussy right above Carrie’s face. Carrie looked up and saw the pink folds of Laarni’s pussy still swollen and glistening with come. It throbbed deliciously and seemed to beckon to Carrie. With a groan, Carrie grabbed Laarni’s hips and pulled, bringing Laarni’s pussy to her mouth. Laarni moaned in response, and Carrie, feeling very naughty now, slid her tongue inside Laarni’s crack.
Carrie was enjoying the smooth, moist sensation of Laarni’s cunt when she felt something slide deep down within her. Carrie realized Laarni was doing the same thing to her down there. The idea excited her, and Carrie spread her legs open even wider to give Laarni all the access she needed. Laarni answered by pinning Carrie’s legs with her arms and trapping Carrie’s legs in that wide-open free-for-all position. Laarni slid her tongue inside Carrie’s cunt again. When Carrie moaned and moved her hips, Laarni
began to suck on Carrie’s clitoris.
Carrie decided to take revenge by spreading Laarni’s legs wide open as well and plunging her tongue even deeper inside Laarni’s pussy. Carrie inserted one—no, two fingers inside Laarni’s cunt as well, making Laarni pause on whatever it was doing on Carrie’s pussy. Carrie kept on doing her thing: she made her tongue swivel and explore every inch possible of Laarni’s deepest secret, all the while making her fingers thrust in and out of the same hole. It took only a moment before Laarni began to secrete her exotic fluids and Carrie’s face was smeared with Laarni’s come.
Laarni, on the other hand, kept on sucking Carrie’s clit. She decided to make Carrie pay by placing three of her fingers inside Carrie’s cunt. By then Carrie was so wet that Laarni’s fingers slid in smoothly and easily. Carrie bucked her hips, sending Laarni’s tongue even deeper inside Carrie, something that Laarni didn’t mind. Suddenly another idea came to mind. She removed her fingers, now dripping wet with Carrie’s fluids, from Carrie’s cunt. Without warning, she slid them inside Carrie’s ass.
The movement took Carrie by surprise. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and the sensation was new to her. Laarni knew Carrie had never been done in the ass until that very moment, but instead of making nice and asking her if she was okay, Laarni went on and plunged her three fingers deep inside Carrie’s ass. Carrie, her tongue still inside Laarni’s cunt, grimaced in pain, but it wasn’t for very long. After the initial attack of pain came a different kind of pleasure that Carrie enjoyed. Laarni kept thrusting in and out of Carrie’s ass, and Carrie kept thrusting her tongue and fingers in and out of Laarni’s cunt.
Carrie decided to do the same to Laarni. She spread Laarni’s butt cheeks apart. Laarni, sensing what Carrie was about to do, simply let her. Carrie sensed Laarni’s willingness, and she got excited. She spread Laarni’s cheeks as far as possible. When it was spread far enough, Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s cunt and inserted it inside Laarni’s asshole instead.
Laarni was so surprised, she forgot to breathe for a moment. The surprise wasn’t for long, though, because desire and arousal suddenly made their entrance. Laarni shut her eyes and began to moan like mad. She had been fucked in the ass several times now. It was one of her favorites. However, until at that moment, she had never been fucked in the ass by a girl. It was a prospect that excited her terribly. She pumped her hips in time for Carrie’s tongue, creating a sort of rhythm that made Laarni squeeze her eyes shut again.
“Carrie, you’re a monster,” Laarni managed to get out. In her sudden surge of pleasure, she had forgotten what she had intended to do with Carrie down there. Instead, she lay her head on Carrie’s mound, although her fingers were still inside Carrie’s asshole.
Carrie kept on doing what she was doing. She varied her motions too; she was thrusting in and out with sudden speed one moment, then slow and steady the next. Laarni could never guess what Carrie was up to, but she liked it that way. Laarni kept pumping her hips, Carrie kept doing Laarni in the ass with her tongue, and a rhythm between the two girls was built.
Laarni arched her back. “I’m coming,” she announced.
Carrie didn’t answer. She was too absorbed with her fingers in Laarni’s pussy and her tongue in Laarni’s ass to answer. Carrie simply spread her legs even wider. Laarni got the hint and began to eat Carrie’s cunt with a newfound zeal and passion. She started to move her fingers inside Carrie’s ass and was pleased when Carrie humped her hips in response.
The girls kept pleasuring each other for a couple more minutes until Carrie began to thrash around the couch wildly. The pleasure was too much and too intense. Being pleasured by Laarni and pleasuring Laarni did something to Carrie that she never thought possible. Carrie felt like she was about to explode from the sheer pleasure that was radiating from her every pore. Without knowing it, she had wrapped her legs around Laarni’s neck, pushing Laarni even deeper inside her.
The sudden wetness that enveloped Carrie’s face let her know that Laarni had come. It seemed like the fluids would never cease to flow. They kept spurting and flowing out one wave after another. Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s ass and fastened her mouth over Laarni’s cunt, absorbing and drinking in Laarni’s fresh fluids. The movement made Laarni come even more, and Carrie got lost in the fresh surge of desire coming from Laarni.
A split second later, Carrie came herself. Laarni did the same by burying her face in Carrie’s cunt. Her face was drenched in Carrie’s fluids, but Laarni didn’t mind. She kept eating Carrie up, in turn making Carrie come some more until Carrie could no longer take it. She gave a small shriek of pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, and in one moment of deep arousal, her body secreted the juices of pleasure. Laarni lapped these up as well, making Carrie come one more time before collapsing into a weak and shuddering heap at the couch.
Laarni lost her strength too, and she collapsed on top of Carrie as well, with her face still on Carrie’s cunt and her cunt directly above Carrie’s face. Both girls were breathless. Their hearts were racing furiously, and both girls were trying to catch their breath. Carrie shut her eyes. Unknowingly Laarni did the same. They lay like that for several more minutes, until Laarni sat up and got off the couch.
Carrie jerked awake. With a gasp, she sat upright too. Laarni was now sitting beside her, smiling at her playfully. Carrie seemed to be transported back to her old self, the self which had not been kissed and fucked by a girl, the self which was an integral part of her until an hour ago. Carrie blushed furiously. This made Laarni laugh, and she reached out and gave Carrie’s breast a playful tweak. Carrie started, and she felt another slice of lust and pleasure in between her legs.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Laarni said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know what? I think I’ll like having you over here.”
Carrie grinned back. Amazing, but her shyness seemed to have magically disappeared. “I think I’ll like being over here too,” she said.
And was pushed back into the couch again by Laarni.
Come In, Jill
Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heart warming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.
Mrs. Whales---Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.
Mr. Whales----Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.
This particular Friday afternoon, she was all by herself at the living room when Mr. Whales arrived. Malik is still at school and will arrive in half an hour. She went early because class was dismissed an hour ahead and she had nowhere to go anyway. She was watching some chick flick when Mr. Whales handed her something. It was a beautifully wrapped package done in pink, with fine silver strings tied as ribbons. “Open it. A little something, for taking good care of Malik. He can be very unpredictable but he seems to like you a lot.”
Jill smiled and hurriedly opened the charming box and inside was a blue bracelet made from lapis lazuli. “Wow. This is beautiful. Thank you so much.”
Mr. Whales nodded and smiled. “I picked that because they are the exact colour
of your eyes. I am glad you liked it.”
“Like it? Are you kidding? This is like the coolest thing. Could you put it for me?” She held out her hand and watched as the clasp clicked. “Thanks, Mr. Whales.”
A bubble of laughter escaped his lips. “Please---call me Pierre. You’re like family to us.” She leaned a bit forward, revealing a shadow slash on her chest. He averted his eyes. It was the first time he has seen Jill up close and noted her creamy smooth skin and her naturally pink cheeks. Her most stunning feature however is her full bottom lip. It looks red and juicy and absolutely tempting. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes were glued to her face. She flicked her chestnut hair and smiled at him. “You’re very nice, Pierre.” She stood up, wearing skinny jeans and a camisole top inside her white cardigan. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered ever so slightly. “Thanks.” She teasingly licked his earlobes. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to do that. You’re kinda like my fantasy come to life.” She laughed as she stood.