From the correspinfance of the 'little bland girl'
Just as she was going to touch me between my legs, I heard the little girl on the floor mutter something about "Fu*k her ... make her scream'. I saw the brown haired girls eyes openwide and a grin flicker across her face, then her fingers were pressing up at me.
I was shocked at how easily they slipped into me, moving them gently inside me, exploring as far as her hand would let her reach, even more shocked when she pulled them out, dripping with
my juices, which she then
licked off her fingers.
As she did, her other hand was already under my skirt, three fingers moving inside me, her thumb rhythn=mically pressing on that, so sensitive spot. She leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto my face, letting me taste myself for the first time. I remember a little panic, as her lips neared mine, at the thought of tasting myself and then an incredible sense of sensual release when I realised that I liked - no I loved - my own taste! For a few moments, i was so caught up in that taste and the mouth that was imparting it, that I lost track of what was happening to me elsewhere.
Still kissing me, she turned my round and placed me between the other girls legs, while she straddled her upper body. Even while she moved me, her fingers were inside me, so moving was like some complicatred dance move, applying pressure to places inside me that I simply didn't know I had. Then she scooted back, pulling me with her, knelt asride the girls upper body and pressed herself backwards, pulling me with her, tilting me back a little tooo, so my bottom was in contact were the girls belly, my legs stretched out either side of her, I had left a wet trail up her belly as a slid along it. I could feel the soft warm flesh below me, damp now, the fingers pressing slowly into and out of me, then my mouth was released, and my brown haired girl started kissing her way down my throat, neck and chest, to reach my left breasts, where she began to suckle the liquid she had plasted over it, while my mind was elsewhere.
Now she was being pressed up and down from below, I could suddenly 'see' her being eaten, in the same way as she had eaten the girl below us, except, now the eater has trapped below both our bodies, a slave to our wishes.
The thought of her being a 'slave' trigerred a series of impulses in me, that I never imagined I would indulge in. My left hand strayed out, along her chest, tickling her, ribs, up to her tiny, beautiful breasts, stroking then tweaking the nipple, feeling her buck against me as I did.
My right hand was straying behind me, running over her pubis, forcing its way between her thighs, sliding over her wet crotch, her lips, between her lips, straining to press deeper into her. Copying my 'tormentor', I used my thumb, perhaps harder than I should, against her prominant clit, pressing, then flicking.
The brown haired girl removed her hand from me, causing me to grunt in protest, then pushed into me with the other one, pressing more figers into me, judging by the sense of fullness, now stroking, pressing and even flicking my clit in a regular pattern as she fingered me inside. The freed hand spread its coating on my right
breast, then mer moth went to work there, while the fingers offered themselves to my mouth, filling me with my own nectar.
Then more hands started to explore, one snaking around my waist to reach a
breast in front of me, the other, pressing up the crack between my bottoms. I remember thinking 'NO!', as a finger pressed at this naughtiest door, then it popped into me. Before I could asses this latest sensation another came, covering me with waves of pleasure / pain / ecstacy, spasms of total abandonment, shaking and screaming 'yes, yes, yes'.
I collapsed backwards, away from my mentor, who continued to ride the face below her. Only as my senses started to recover, did i realise that my hads had now stopped working inide my little cushion, my arm aching from the difficult angle, as I lay backwards along her, an effecrt rewarded, almost immediately as her body tightened on my hand, shuddered and flooded me. Looking up, I could see the brown haired girl sat, still upon her victims, chest, moth wide open, eyes closed, breathing like she had run a mile. I hadn't heard or seen her climax, at all!