“Now!” Janice said as they ran towards Laura. They tackled her onto the ground. Christine went straight for her pussy, licking at a moderate speed, while Janice circled her tongue around Laura’s asshole. Laura closed her eyes and let them work their magic. Christine was shoving her tongue down Laura’s pussy as far as it could go. Janice caressed Laura’s crack with her tongue. This went on for several minutes. Christine pulled her tongue out of Laura’s pussy and started furiously sucking and licking her clit. Janice shoved her tongue into Laura’s asshole and brought it in and out rapidly. Laura yelped and started moving her hips around, putting extra pressure on one girl’s face at a time. Janice and Christine sped up their tonguing and sucking as fast as they could. Laura’s hips bucked like crazy on the girls’ faces as a massive orgasm ripped through her.
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Wayne entered the bedroom and all three of us made a move towards him. Janice kissed him the lips, I reached between them and started to unbutton his shirt while mum knelt and started to remove his trouser Nina (my sister) would never believe what were up to.
Wayne was very soon naked. Mum and Janice had previously made love to Wayne, this would be my first time with him. He suggested mum and Janice had sex together which they started to do by kissing each other on the lips.
Wayne turned to me our lips met, wasting no time, I slid my tongue forward into his mouth, seeking his. I held him tightly as our tongues made love to each other, stroking, probing, and sliding across each other. I could feel my heart beat speeding up, and a sensation in my breasts as my nipples began hardening. And then there was that peculiar slightly quivery feeling in my abdomen that I get during arousal. I knew I was ready, everything that would happen from here was going to be pure gold.
When our lips separated, I felt his fingertips brush softly across my cheek and up to my forehead, lightly sweeping hair aside before kissing my on the neck. He started at my jawline, then moved to the base of my neck, finally pressing his lips into the hollow of my throat, sending chills through me every step of the way. Then he began gently nibbling on my earlobe, I heard myself moan out loud at that. I started involuntarily squirming my hips and legs slightly in response to this stimulation.
I felt his hand, first rubbing my knee, then slowly making its way up my inner thigh caressing me as it went. I squirmed some more in sheer anticipation. His hand lingered there, caressing the sensitive flesh of my upper inner thigh before moving on. I inhaled sharply when he began rubbing my pussy. I was so aroused at that point that alone was almost enough to get me off; almost but not quite.
He slid his arm back around me again and kissed me. While our tongues sensuously stroked each other, his free hand cupped my breast, gently massaging and jiggling it with his palm pressed against my erect nipple. I was slowly, blissfully engulfed by a wave of erotic sensations. He kissed his way downward in a trail; my lower lip, chin, upper throat, lower throat, finally reaching my breasts.
His tongue began deliciously tantalizing my nipples one at a time, circling them, flicking back and forth across them, and just plain licking them. He then started kissing them and sucking on them, his tongue still highly active. One of his hands slipped between my legs caressing my pussy, slipped between the lips, finding my clitoris and gently pressing down on it. I slumped back on the bed, moaning softly, virtually helpless under his ministrations. I was rubbing my hand on his back, I became even more aroused losing myself in the sensual delights I was experiencing.
He began kissing his way back up, retracing his earlier downward trail; cleavage, throat, chin, lips.
When he kissed my lips, I came back to life, throwing my arms around him, aggressively hugging him briefly. Then, still joined at the lips with our tongues engaged in erotic play, I pulled my arms back and slid them between us. I clutched his erect cock, squeezing it tightly. Now it was his turn to lean back as I began moving my hand slowly up and down. When he stopped kissing me and leaned back I got my first real view of it. Erect, strong, and clean looking, it sent a thrill through me. It was like some sort of magnet, attracting me, drawing me towards it. I shifted back on the bed, then wordlessly pushed on his hip, indicating for him to move over, to give me room. Once he did this, I turned sideways and bent down and kissed the object of my desire.
Once my lips touched the head, I couldn’t stop. Tipping my head sideways, I began running my lips up and down the shaft, kissing and licking as I went, occasionally rubbing my cheek against it the way a cat does around something it likes. When I heard him groan, I knew it was time to get serious.
I paused long enough to kiss the head one more time, then took his cock into my mouth as deep as I could without gagging and began bobbing my head up and down slowly. All the while my tongue was running insanely wild, caressing the length of his hard-on as my mouth moved up and down. I felt his hand on my back, then it moved upwards over my neck to the back of my head. I thought for a moment he was either going to grab a fistful of my hair, or try jamming my head down on his cock. I hate both these things and have been known to use pressure from my teeth, threatening to bite down if someone tries to skull fuck me. When it comes to a blow job, I feel the one doing the sucking should be in charge. He fooled me however, merely running his hand through my hair tenderly, occasionally moving down to stroke my cheek. Then there was the throb as several healthy gobs of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed quickly.
I know a lot of women don’t like to swallow, but I never understood that. If you take the dick into your mouth, you might as well let him cum into it, and if he cums in your mouth you might as well swallow it; it only makes sense. I never got any great thrill out of it other than knowing most guys like it when you do, and since I’m not going to blow someone unless I like him, why wouldn’t I make it as thrilling for him as I can?
He reached over, placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. It’s awesome when a guy will kiss you after you just got done blowing him, I was beginning to like him more and more.
He put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and kissed me. This was a different type of kiss, where the others had the feel of unbridled lust, this one seemed to convey gentile passion. I felt like I was going to melt, my stomach was filled with butterflies, and a quivery feeling overwhelmed me. Even though I was ten years older than him, it seemed reversed. At that moment it felt like he was a man and I was a girl; odd but true. He had taken charge and I loved it.
I briefly glanced at Janice and mum, Janice was sucking on mums nipples.
Then he kind of swung around off the bed and onto his knees in front of me. I could guess what was about to happen next.
He put his hands on my hips and kissed my naval, the tip of his tongue tickling me exquisitely. My stomach tightened as I tried to suppress a giggle, he bent down, kissing me lightly on my bare inner thighs, then his tongue traced a path up to my waiting pussy. He kissed each outer lip before slipping his tongue into the gap between them, where it moved upwards to my clitoris. When it made contact I inhaled in a short series of shallow, sudden, jerking gasps. I came down off my elbows and laid flat on my back, my hands now grabbing the bedsheets and clutching them tightly.
I laid there on my back, my knees pulled back as far as I could, breathing irregularly, being deliciously tortured by his tongue. While his tongue swirled and stroked me, he would periodically push a finger into me, wriggling it and moving in circular motions, then withdrawing it. But all the time, either tongue or finger attended to my clitoris, driving me erotically forward. I could feel something build up inside me, something that needed a release and that release came in the form of a spine rattling, hip jerking, ass clinching, crushingly intense orgasm.
My teeth clenched, I moaned like a wounded animal, before emitting a series of gasping sob-like groans as my lower torso seemed wracked with a wave of spasms. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, pulled it upwards, grabbing it tightly against my belly. It was almost as if I wanted him to share in this beautiful orgasm he’d created.
When it all began to subside, I was lying there limply, breathing heavily, momentarily in a state of exhaustion, still clutching his hand. I felt his hand moving in my grip, raised my head, and opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me, his cock was fully erect now I knew the best was yet to come (or should I say cum?). I swung myself around on the bed and slid over to the centre of the mattress. I held my arms out to him.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over my breasts and then bent over and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue making all the more interesting. I slipped a hand over and began stroking his cock and balls. He responded by moving down to kiss my breasts. The same tongue that had so adeptly worked on my clitoris was now doing the same for my nipples, pressuring them and flicking its way back and forth across them reawakening the fading orgasmic feelings that had just begun to fade. One of his hands was rubbing my pussy; I was ripe for the taking.
He moved into position, pausing for one last kiss. Then supporting himself on one elbow, holding his cock in one had he directed towards the right spot. Feeling the head of his dick rubbing and probing my cunt sent a thrill through me. When it hit its mark, he moved his hips forward pushing his cock into me; I find penetration to be an exquisite feeling, and this one seemed even more so.
Once in, he slid his arms under my back, supporting himself on his elbows while embracing me. He began taking long, slow, easy thrusts. I raised my legs up and around him, crossing my ankles behind him. I twisted my hips from side to side, meeting his every forward move with a grinding motion of my own, putting an ever changing pressure on my pussy and stress on my swollen clitoris. My revived orgasm was resurging rapidly, building up in me, ready to break free.
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