Message-ID: <13203eli$9807201658@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Paris Waterman" Subject: The Girl From the Village: Part 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980720175528.14203.qmail@hotmail.com> They stood alongside Bruno’s Mustang as Marie gave directions to her place, which was four blocks away. "Ya ain’t gonna find a space there, might as well leave it parked right here." Marie advised. Bruno nodded glumly and they started walking, Bruno two or three steps behind the women. Marie and Ginger were now arm in arm, with Ginger leaning her head on Marie’s shoulder. Bruno watched as Marie’s arm disengaged from Ginger’s and relocated to Ginger’s ass, looking and finding the crack and probing for her anus. Ginger shrieked with joy, and seemed to push against Marie’s probing finger. Bruno felt himself getting hard. This was not going to be easy he thought as he continued to follow at a distance. A few minutes later, Marie stopped in front of an old brownstone tenement, turned and grinned at Bruno. "This be the place. Ya comin’ in but make nice, okay? Bruno grunted his acceptance of the terms. Things have a way of changing, he thought philosophically. Marie inserted her key in the door and opened it permitting the group access to a roomy vestibule. Closing the door, Marie turned to Ginger and moved in close enough that Ginger could feel and smell her breath. She thought it delightfully obscene. Marie voice was sultry as she asked, "Has he seen your tits?" "Err . ." "For Christ’s sake I asked a simple question. Has Bruno here seen yer tits or for that matter has he fucked ya?" "Yeah, he has," Ginger intimidated again spoke so softly they had to strain to hear her answer. "That’s all I wanted tuh know. I don’t like breakin’ in virgins, ya know," and she poked Ginger on the arm. "Now take yer top off and lemme see those tits, gorgeous." Slowly Ginger complied, handing her top to Bruno. With her arms crossed across her chest, Marie casually inspected Ginger’s firm breasts and was heard to mutter, "They’ll do." To Bruno they were a magnificent pair and he recalled the night before and her unwashed body. "It’s different tonight," he thought. "Really different." He leaned against the inner door and watched as Marie cupped Ginger’s breast in one hand while placing the other around her neck and drew Ginger’s mouth to hers. Ginger’s arms went around her neck and she pressed her body against her lover to be. Marie revealed her hunger for Ginger to Bruno as she dragged her tongue from one corner of Ginger’s mouth to the other. Breaking off the kiss abruptly, Marie began a close inspection of Ginger’s nipples. Bruno watched as Marie’s eyes brightened the moment she caressed the now stiff, hard nipples. Ginger stood there at attention, hands at her sides, her legs trembling slightly as she grew wetter and wetter while Marie pawed her breasts. "Drop your pants, slut," barked Marie and Ginger quickly complied. She had not replaced her panties following her activity in the backseat earlier and this impressed Marie momentarily. "You were pretty sure you were gonna score tonight weren’t cha?" Marie smiled and crouched down, careful not to soil her slacks, and her finger traced the juices tricking down Ginger’s leg. Then Marie found the sperm. Some still drying, but a rather large deposit was still inside Ginger oozing out. "Well I’ll be damned." And she angrily whirled on Bruno. "You fuck! You’ve fucked her already." Bruno smiled. "That I did. What’s ‘a matter, don’t like sloppy seconds?" Angrily Marie lashed her hand out and her nails left a long scratch on his cheek that soon began to bleed profusely. Instead of hitting her, Bruno grabbed her and holding her close to him mashed his mouth against hers. She struggled against him while Ginger looked on, her nipples growing larger by the second. Her hand moved to the folds of her cunt as though it had a mind of its own. She was fingering herself frantically when Bruno broke off the kiss and smeared his bloody face on Marie’s fine linen jacket. "You cocksucker, look what’ cha done," Marie complained. But, Bruno noted not that bitterly and filed the thought away. "Stick to business," he warned. "Lookit she’s getting’ off for us." He smiled even as the blood cascaded down his face. He reached into a pocket and withdrew a clean handkerchief and pressed it against the wound. Marie watched as Ginger strove to herself off. She moved to Ginger and held her hand still. Ginger was trembling, at the edge of cuming, but fearful of losing Marie. The older woman gestured to Ginger to move closer and she did. Marie slowly placed her hand under Ginger’s breast and hefted it, testing the weight. "Nice tits, Ginger," was her only comment and she took the tip of the nipple in her mouth and began to suckle. Ginger groaned and trembled, and her arm reached around Marie to pull the woman tighter against her. Marie slid downward and onto her knees, pulling Ginger with her. Bruno could feel the heat being generated by the two women. Marie never relinquished her prize for a second. She kneaded the mass of the breast with one hand, pushing the nipple forward, deeper into her hot mouth. She drew Ginger’s pleasure up, centering all of Ginger’s attention on that one set of assaulted nerve-endings. Ginger was amazed. The older woman had guessed correctly and found Ginger’s most sensitive nipple, and was now playing the pleasure center like a violin, setting Ginger’s body afire. Ginger ground her hips against Marie’s and the older woman fell back to sit on her heels, letting their legs intertwine. Her arousal reaching a desperate point, Ginger started rubbing herself against Marie’s thigh and felt Marie’s hips move on her thigh. The crotch of Marie’s linen slacks was hot and damp. Knowing she was the cause of this arousal sent Ginger into a small orgasm. The seam of the slacks rode roughly against Marie’s engorged bud, sending shots of ecstasy through her. Bruno heard incoherent moans and whimpers came from both women. "Oh, Christ . . . I can’t . . ." Ginger couldn’t complete her sentence. "Yes . . .yes . . .yes you can!" Marie half moaned to her. Are ya gonna cum for me now baby?" "I . . .I . . ." Their mouths met in a blind, searing kiss. They mixed their breath, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths. Ginger felt the heat and tension rising and spreading from her groin into her stomach, her chest. Her muscles locked and she screamed into Marie’s mouth. She felt Marie’s thigh withdraw contact from her and then her hand darted between Ginger’s legs. Marie pressed her palm against Ginger’s spasming clit and caused it to vibrate rapidly against it, causing Ginger to cum violently. Ginger screamed and cursed into Marie's neck, her body bent in a rictus of rapture. It went on and on and on, Marie holding her close and continuing to grind her hand against her, slowly the waves began to slow and shrink, Marie shifted her hand a little and pushed one finger into Ginger, who turned her head toward Bruno and looked at him pleadingly. Confused and fully aroused, he took a step forward and placed his hand on her neck, pulling her mouth close to his. Ginger’s tongue was reaching for his but froze in place as she reacted to Marie’s locating her g-spot. Ginger was only vaguely aware of this spot, never having found it herself. The touch of Marie’s finger there set Ginger screaming and a set of short convulsions swept her body. "Oooooooo, here I . . . . Oooooh, there’s an . . .nuther . . .Oh, Jesus! I’m cum . . .cum . . .cuming! "Ohhh shit! . . .I . . .ca . . .can’t . . . .stop the fu . . .fuckin’ . . ."She buried her face in Marie’s hair, her curses becoming incoherent shrieks as the minutes stretched on. Ginger gradually came back to herself, sobbing and whimpering, curled in Marie’s arms on the floor. Marie’s hand was still massaging, but she was allowing Ginger to sink back to consciousness. After a moment more, Marie withdrew her hand from the throbbing, wet cunt and wrapped herself around Ginger, who gasped and shuddered with her sobs, clinging to Marie as if she were the only person left in the world. "Shhh," Marie whispered in her ear. "It's all right. Everything's fine. Just hold on." Turning back to face Bruno she leered and said, "Still here ‘eh? When you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry I was such a bitch wit ya Bruno. Ohhhh, looka what you got there in your pants. You’re glad tuh see us, ain’t cha honey? Let’s get inside, come on Ginger, my little peach." After helping a still quivering Ginger to her feet, she opened the inner door and led them down a long, narrow hall to a door near the rear of the building. "I’ve got two floors in my place, so does the guy next to me. Opening the door to her apartment, Marie tossed her keys and purse on a table and walked into the middle of the room. They followed her in. "This is my pleasure palace," she grinned. "It’s very nice," said Ginger, almost automatically. She seemed unconcerned about her nudity. Bruno noticed that when Ginger turned away from him her shaven cunt was visible beneath the cheeks of her ass and closely resembled a ripe peach. "Was that what Marie meant a minute ago," he thought. He reminded himself to have her pose that way for both of them later. "Ripe is right," he thought to himself. "Thank you, darling. Let’s make ourselves more comfortable," said Marie, and without preamble added, "I’m gonna get out of my clothes, come on Ginger. Bruno why don’t you make us all a nice cool drink? You’ll find everything you need in that pantry there and the ice is . . . you know where the ice is." And with her hand on Ginger’s ass, they left Bruno standing there. Bruno made five gin and tonics, placed them on a tray and carried them into the bedroom, and set the tray down on a small sideboard. Ginger could hardly believe what she had just done in the small vestibule entry and above all, how much she enjoyed it. She sat on the edge of Marie’s king-sized bed and giddily wondered what else Marie had in store for her. She watched as Marie disrobed in the semi-darkness of the room. Marie’s small breasts and erect nipples stuck out in front of her, bouncing slightly as she bent slightly to remove her panties and walked to the bed wearing only a golden belt around her waist and a golden ring in her clitoris. Marie’s hips flared out supporting a wider than average ass. Her legs were those of a showgirls. "You’re very beautiful Marie," Ginger said in a low voice. "It's time, my little one," said Marie, ignoring the complement, as she reached out to Ginger, pulling her into a firm embrace that found them toppling onto the bed. This was the moment Bruno entered the room and set the tray down on a small sideboard. Bruno picked up a drink and took a long gulp and selected a comfortable looking chair and sat down to watch. As soon as they stopped rolling on the bed, Marie began to caress Ginger's lithe body. Pausing for a moment, she picked up an elongated shaped cushion and put it under the other woman's hips. Ginger gave a little moan as she felt the lower part of her body lifted up high and raised to her lover. The top half of her body sloped away from Marie and her cap of shiny, blonde hair fanned out on the bed. Marie parted Ginger’s thighs and looked down onto the neat little mound, and licked her lips in anticipation. Using her thumbs, she pried open the lips of Ginger’s rosy labia, peeling them back to expose the delicately frilled inner folds and the erect bud that peeked out from it’s hood. Ginger tensed and arched her back, the muscles in her thighs bunching under the smooth skin. 'Do you mind me doing this?' Marie asked softly. "No, no . . .not at all. It’s very nice," she almost purred. Her teeth were caught in her bottom lip and her hands were balled into fists belying her words as Marie took a deep breath and absorbed the pungent odor drifting up from Ginger’s juicy gash before spreading Ginger’s long legs and sliding a finger into her richly marinated cunt. Bruno found this whole situation tremendously exciting and lowered his zipper, discreetly removing his cock. He recalled his earlier promise to watch and not get involved. He meant to keep it, but he thought that surely no one would mind if he stroked his dick a little. Ginger lay there, eyes open but not seeing, and found herself loving the feeling of being mauled by this strange women, and closed her eyes as her body writhed in lustful pleasure. Marie curled her fingers about the cheeks of Ginger’s ass, squeezing them, stretching them, before administering a hearty slap. "Naughhh," went Ginger. "Slap, slap, slap." The sounds reverberated around the room. Ooooooh!" "Shut up, Ginger you cunt! Ginger shuddered, on the brink of cuming again. "Ye . . .yes . . . Ma . . . Marie, she sobbed. Mouthing her nipples again, Marie moved from one nipple to the other; mashing her face into Ginger’s breasts as Ginger’s arms flailed the air, wanting to embrace her, but afraid to. After a time, Marie moved down to Ginger’s moist cunt lips again and closed her mouth on the fragrant flesh, using her relaxed lips to tease Ginger’s rock hard protuberance as she licked and sucked at the entrance of her moist vagina. Ginger bucked against her mouth, as hushed gasps and incoherent little cries burst from her. "Nauuughhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Nauggghh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Several quiet orgasms rippled through her body and Ginger snorted twice, then gained enough control to whisper hoarsely, "I wanna touch you all over! I wanna have you touch me all over!" Marie couldn't hold in a low laugh of delight. "Ginger, baby, you’re so hot!" Ginger moaned loudly as Marie pressed her mouth to Ginger’s enviably flat belly. Then she worked her way up Ginger’s still-trembling body and took Ginger in her arms. They lay entwined until Ginger grew calmer, contentedly stroking each other gently and kissing now and then. In a while they began to get aroused and to experiment once again with new intimate caresses. "Here? Shall I touch you here? Marie asked softly, slipping a finger along her clit. Ginger’s hips suddenly thrust upward as if jolted with an electric current. " Do anything you like,' she whimpered. 'I'm almost cuming again." Oh, my God! You're pussy is burning up!" Marie reached out, pulled Ginger's face to hers, and began to French kiss her, an ardent intensity on her part surfacing for the first time. Bruno watched their red, flushed bodies squirming on the bed from the chair. His cock pointed at the ceiling, although not quite straight up, for his cock was shaped like a banana. His clothes lay strewn around his chair. He was working on his third gin and tonic when Marie called to him. "Get over here and do like I’m doin’." She demonstrated what she had in mind by beginning to pinch Ginger’s already fully upright nipples. Bruno leapt up from the chair and clambered onto the bed, grabbing Ginger’s other nipple exactly the way Marie was doing. Ginger blubbered in pain, for it was hurting her nipples, but with Marie’s finger fucking and drawn-out French kisses, the pain vanished into a tide of steady sexual pleasure. It was only a minute or so until Ginger was pulling back from the pinching fingers to heighten the excruciating agony her nipples were taking. Marie spoke tersely to Bruno, "How’d ya like bein’ my assistant banana boy?" She’d pulled her fingers from Ginger’s nipple and was now scratching Bruno’s cock with her long red fingernails." "S’good," he croaked. He hadn’t expected this. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, confident Ginger could not hear. "Now watch me become a real bitch." She smiled lewdly as she uttered the words. "I will," he replied, reaching out and capturing one of Marie’s fingertips between his teeth. Ginger watched, mesmerized as Marie’s eyes closed momentarily as he nipped it, the smile never leaving her face. Ginger’s stomach cramped with the desire she knew the other woman was feeling. Marie dropped his cock and Bruno released her finger. She returned to tormenting Ginger’s nipple. Twisting her head a little she wriggled her tongue into Ginger’s ear, whispering, "Do ya like this, my little bitch in heat?" Ginger rolled her eyes and choked a little from the saliva she’d forgotten to swallow. Marie slapped her hard across the breast. It stung and Ginger groaned. "Answer me you cunt! That’s right, I called you a cunt. Ya got one don’cha?" Ginger nodded and sniveled as tears rolled down her face. "Do ya like bein’ hurt kid?" She grimaced and nodded again. Apparently satisfied for the moment, Marie turned to Bruno. "You, cowboy! "Yeah," Bruno quickly responded. "Stick a couple fingers up her ass, she’s ready for the next plateau," and Marie cackled wickedly, causing the phlegm in her throat to make her cough. It was a whiskey drinker’s cough. Bruno complied, first finding enough juices drooling from Ginger’s cunt to easily lubricate and penetrate the normally tight hole with two fingers. At his initial probe Ginger responded as though poked with a cattle prod. Her pelvic region bucked upward several times as if that effort would shake off the unwanted intrusion of his fingers. It failed to do anything except force Bruno’s fingers in deeper. The pain was intense and unremitting. "Kiss me kiddo," Marie commanded. And Ginger instantaneously stretched her lips out to receive Marie’s offering. As their mouths opened against each other’s, Marie passed a long drool of saliva into Ginger’s mouth, breaking the kiss long enough to tell her to swallow it. "An I don’t want it back, you cunt!" Then she slapped Ginger viciously along the side of her face, twisted her neck with both hands and mashed her lips to Ginger’s. Ginger frantically swallowed and drove her tongue fiercely back against Marie’s. Bruno, acting on his own initiative, moved his fingers in and out finding entry rather easy. Grinning at Marie, he inserted a third finger in Ginger’s ass, and this seemed to turn the invasion from one of torment to one of intense ecstasy. Ginger was suddenly in seventh heaven. The pain in her nipples had faded into pure masochistic pleasure. The three fingers Marie was shoving in and out of her pussy made her head spin, but it was the fingers she was feeling sliding in and out of her asshole that was what she was living for at that moment. Ginger started babbling gibberish as she incoherently gestured at Bruno’s cock, which loomed close to her mouth. "Ugh, ugh, uggggggh . . .nugh . . .naw . . .huh . .huhhhh . . .ugggh . . ..ere . . .ere . . ." "Fill her mouth with that fuckin’ dong of yours big boy," Marie snapped at Bruno, who was already inserting it into Ginger’s mouth which now resembled a hooked carp. He nearly lost control as he felt her warm, wet mouth close over his purple-hewed cockhead, sucking the whole head into her mouth. Slowly, surely, she inched her way down, sucking the entire length of his prick into her mouth. When her lips finally touched the base, Ginger pulled back up; her lips tight as a vise and her mouth sucking like a vacuum. For Bruno the pleasure was exquisite. For Ginger it signaled Nirvana, for every hole in her body was filled. Bruno reached down and slowly tangled the fingers of his free hand into her hair, Ginger began to bob her head up and down, slowly at first, then with more passion. Soon, she was mouthing all over his cock, going at it like a starving child. Bruno knew he couldn’t take much more so he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed hunched over, his cock stabbing at phantom pussies in the air. while Ginger keened in distress at it’s loss. Deprived of Bruno’s prick, Ginger got on her knees and crawled up to Marie’s pussy. Marie reached out and grabbed Ginger by the back of her hair and pulled her face into her hot wet cunt. As Ginger began to lick, Marie’s expression changed from tyrannical to wanton slut. As for Ginger, the taste of Marie’s cunt set her off as she arched her back, and began to wildly toss her head back and forth licking and sucking Marie’s inner lips. "Yessssss! You cunt-lapping, cock-sucking, bug-hole lickin’ whore! Suck my pussy!" Marie cried, obviously reaching her first climax. "Get nasty you bitch! And she grabbed Ginger’s head and pressed it even more firmly into her cunt. "Slap her ass cockman! Slam it hard! Once again, Bruno was happy to follow orders. Raising his right hand he delivered a powerful smack to Ginger’s buttocks that rang out throughout the apartment. A bright red hand mark was left imprinted on her cheek. Seconds later the other cheek was similarly marked. A soft, muffled moan could be heard from Ginger whose mouth was almost buried in Marie’s twat. "More cockman! Faster cockman, she needs this and she needs it now! Wait ‘til she starts cumming again. You ain’t never seen nothin’ like it!" Shifting position slightly, Marie ordered Ginger to find her clit. Now Ginger was about to surprise Marie with her sophisticated expertise with cunnilingus in this area. Pulling her head back and grabbing a lungful of air, she leaned back down and sent a light breeze across the folds of Marie’s outer lips, causing Marie to shiver with delight. "What the fuck? Ohhhh, do me baby! Did I underestimate ya or what?" Ginger blew a gentle stream of warm air again, this time a little higher and closer to Marie’s clit. "You’re near baby," Marie keened, her eyes bright with lust, "come on, lick it." "Come on out," Bruno heard Ginger whisper. "Come on you sweet little cock thing. I know you're in there." She blew against Marie again, and Marie watched as her clit began to swell before her eyes. "Come on," Ginger coaxed. "Just a little more." Ginger blew against Marie’s clit again, and Marie nearly wept for joy as Ginger’s breath invaded her cunt. Marie watched as Ginger bent forward, and took Marie’s pierced clit between her lips and began to gently suck on it, biting and twisting the ring that pierced it. Marie gasped for air again and started to buck under Ginger, who put one hand on the smooth skin of her belly and held her down. Then Ginger put her face between Marie’s legs again and started to lick her with renewed fury. Ginger lapped at her clit and shoved her hand in and out of her. Marie was moaning and wailing as Ginger violated her over and over, it was Marie who was begging Ginger not to stop; to fuck her cunt with her hand and so Ginger continued. It wasn’t long before Ginger felt Marie’s internal muscles begin to contract around her probing fingers and clutch at her hand. Now, her cunt was clenching so tightly that Ginger couldn’t get her hand out, so she moved it around inside Marie, licking her clit while Marie thrashed around on the bed, clutching Ginger’s head and hair with both hands, shoving her face into Marie’s musky crotch. Marie began to cum and it seemed an eternity before she finished. Ginger couldn't go anywhere, Marie’s strong legs were locked behind her head and wouldn't let go. Ginger had little inclination to ease up on her licking and sucking Marie’s swollen lips until Marie finished her orgasms. Finally, her orgasms passed and her legs relaxed and Ginger eased her hand out of Marie with a loud slurping pop sound and they both started to laugh like lunatics. "Can I try somethin’ different," Ginger asked still giggling. "Anything within reason Lover," Marie smiled. "What’s on your perverted, slut, bitch, cunt licking mind? "Oh, sweet talk me baby! I love it," Ginger giggled and glanced at Bruno, "Doin’ all right Brun?" He shook his boner in her face and her tongue flicked out, licking the pre-cum seeping from the tip. He smiled at her. "You got some business wit Marie right now," he said with a leering grin. "And I wanna watch. I’ll jus stroke it for a while. Okay with you girls?" Both Marie and Ginger nodded affirmatively. Marie took Ginger’s breast and palmed it, as though studying it. "Well, my shameless depraved ass sucking doll, what is it ya desire?" "Would ‘ja fuck me with yer tit?" "Ha, ha. That’s great! A new perversion for this old slut! Okay, how shall we do it? Ginger, thought for a moment, then said, "I’ll get on top . . ." "You would," Marie laughed that crusty laugh of hers, "Okay, do it!" Ginger straddled Marie as Bruno returned with a fresh drink and slouched against the wall near the bed. Using both hands, Ginger spread her cunt lips open and squatted just above Marie’s right breast. Marie was strumming the nipple frantically, coaxing it to it’s fullest, while Ginger hovered above. "I think I’m ready," Marie husked. And Ginger lowered her gaping cunt down. It worked! Ginger started to rock to and fro. "Rub harder, baby!" Marie gasped, watching Ginger’s pink cunt slide on her tit. Cunt juice was already glistening on her nipple, as it seemed to dart in and out of the slippery tightness. "Rub yourself on my nipple! Make yourself come, Ginger!" "I will! Oooooh, I will make myself come! Ooooohhh, this is so dirty!" She cackled wickedly. "I’ve been naughty before but this is . . .." "Licentious," Marie finished for her. "I dunno what it . . .Ohhhhh, I guess so. Shit this is fun . . . ain’t it?" Marie’s cunt was on fire now, her imagination generating the fever. With one arm supporting her tit, she slipped her other hand along her thigh until it reached her cunt. Then she began to ram her fingers in and out of her wet, juicy cunt, squealing with rapture as Ginger wiggled and twisted above her, frantically fucking her nipple. The delicious pungent scent of steaming pussy assailed Marie’s nostrils, and she inhaled it eagerly, intoxicated by the smell of Ginger’s aroused pussy as well as her own. Marie’s orgasm came swiftly and suddenly, before Marie even knew she was going to come it was on her and it was a long one ¾ wave after wave, seemingly without end. Marie moaned loudly, her cunt gripping her buried fingers. Ginger was breathing hard now, fucking Marie’s nipple with faster movements, darting her little cunt up and down, actually fucking Marie's nipple as if it were a cock. Her pretty blonde head was thrown back, eyes shut tight, faint squeals coming from her mouth. Marie pulled her wet fingers from her cunt and thrust her hand up between Ginger's thighs, cupping the girl's grinding ass, feeling it bunch and twist in her hands. "Come, Ginger!" she urged. "Ohhh, baby, come on my tit! Fuck my titties! Oooo, fuck my nipple and come, Ginger!" "I'm . . . fucking it . . . fucking it . . ." Ginger gasped. "I'm fucking your tit, baby! I'm fucking your tit . . . but I wanna fuck a cock! Nauggggggh! I wanna fuck a real big hard cock . . . like Bruno’s cock! Uuuuhhhh! . . . . I'm gonna fuck Bruno, Marie honey! I'm gonna fuck his cock and make him squirt all over us!" "Yes, baby, yes!" Marie moaned. " . . . I'll lick it all up!" Then, with a quick movement she pushed Ginger's pussy off her tit. "Hey!" Ginger wailed. "I was gonna come!" "You will!" Marie gasped. With another quick movement she pulled at Ginger’s hips, bringing that soft, wet, ravaged cunt to her face. "Ohhhhh, God. Honey, I've got to do this! I can't help myself!" Marie pressed her open mouth against Ginger’s cunt, sucking and licking hungrily, closing her palms about the tight curves of Ginger's taunt ass. Her tongue swished up and down the slit of her cunt, and then darted deeply into it. The taste made Marie's mind spin in exultation, and her pussy spewed a trail of clear, bubbled cream down her thigh. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhh, do it, Marie!" Ginger sobbed, grinding her cunt onto Marie’s hot mouth. "Suck it, Baby! Ohhhhhh, that's so good! Suck it! Suck my pussy, Honey!" Marie jabbed her tongue in and out, reveling in the feel of Ginger’s lustrous, satiny cunt, as Ginger used muscles she didn’t know existed to clasp her tongue tighter. She fucked frantically at the sugary wetness, her tongue now and then twisting about Ginger's throbbing clit. Marie was forced to swallow often as the sweetness dripping into her mouth increased its flow and her tongue was slippery with pussy juice. She squeezed the grinding cheeks of Ginger's ass tightly, both thumbs now inserted to the first joint in Ginger’s asshole all the while making lewd wet slurping sounds as she licked and sucked hungrily. She found she could close her mouth right over the mound of Ginger's cunt, and suck on both puffy pussy lips as her tongue fucked in and out between them. She was Frenching Ginger’s cunt like a queen of sapphism should. "Uuuuuhhhhhh, Goddddd! You're gonna make it happen!" Ginger wailed loudly. "Ohhh, you're gonna make me come! Ohhhhh! I'm gonna come so hard!" Marie felt Ginger's sweet cunt grab at her tongue tightly, felt the fiery pulsation’s of her heart while sucking it. Then she felt a trickle of wet heat. Ginger's spasming cunt was cumming right into her open mouth. Marie sucked up the gushing juices and delighted in every swallowed drop. The very thought of consuming her latest conquest’s cum sent Marie into a quivering orgasm of her own. She clung to Ginger's grinding ass, sucking the girl's cunt desperately as her own climax crashed through her squirming loins. "Marie! Ooooh, you mother-fuckin’ Goddess of tongue! Uuuhhhhhhhnnnnngghhh! Fuuuuuuuccckk!" Another tremor swept through Ginger's sweat sheened body, and then she let out a shriek of pleasure as her cunt convulsed against Marie’s mouth. The orgasm was very strong, very intense. You know Celeste's creedo, give the writer a blow job if ya liked his/her stuff. I can be reached at the_panda@hotmail.com or visit the website: http://members.xoom.com/Pandas Pen/index.html Please note the space between Pandas Pen. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----