sweeping
tongue. I focused on my taut vaginal flesh, her tongue licking me,
tasting me. What did lesbians do to each other? Would she finger
me?
Closing my
eyes as Den clicked the camera, I felt the girl's tongue move down
my open crack and sweep in circles around my vaginal entrance.
Suddenly, her pink snake entered my sex hole, exploring inside me,
licking my wet inner flesh. I'd known that Den would use me for his
own sexual gratification, but to force me to endure lesbian sex?
I'd misjudged him, underestimated his decadence beyond all
comprehension!
As the
lesbian's fingers penetrated my vagina, massaging me, stretching me
wide open, I shuddered. I felt humiliated, degraded in the extreme
as she sucked my stiffening clitoris into her hot mouth. The most
private part of my body blatantly on show, abused by a naked girl
as the camera shutter clicked, I knew that I'd sunk to the bottom
of the murky pool of depravity. In my naivety, I was sure that I
could sink no further. Surely there could be nothing more insane
than having a lesbian finger and lick me?
My clitoris
responding to her feminine tonguing and sucking, I tried to
convince myself that a tongue was a tongue, a finger a finger, male
or female. But her perfume wafted up my nostrils, the smell of her
hair, her female scent. There was no getting away from the fact
that my clitoris was responding to the sexual stimulation of
another woman.
My sex juices
flowing in torrents, she slipped her wet fingers out of my
tightening vaginal sheath and stood up, her dark eyes locked to
mine. As she knelt on the arms of the chair, her shaved vaginal
lips gaping, only inches from my face, my mouth, I focused on the
globules of opaque liquid clinging to her distended inner petals. I
couldn't perform the lesbian act, I knew, as she moved forward, the
heady scent of her cunt filling my nostrils.
"Lick her,"
Den instructed me as he knelt on the floor beside the chair,
focusing the camera on my flushed face. "Lick her cunt, bitch!" He
was angry, male, cruel and hard - she was soft, smooth in her
femininity. Pressing her yawning sex crack against my mouth, her
warm cream wetting me, she gasped as I tentatively pushed my tongue
out and tasted her there. Her juices trickled down my chin, bathing
me, dribbling.
Pulling her
fleshy lips apart, she exposed her erect clitoris, her pearl, to my
sweeping tongue, her naked body quivering as I repeatedly lapped at
her sex button. Savouring the taste of another woman's vaginal
juices, I closed my eyes, my frightening appetite for lesbian sex
spiralling as I discovered another side to me.
"Tongue my
cunt!" the girl breathed, swivelling her hips and aligning her open
sex hole with my mouth. I felt my own juices of arousal seeping
from my vagina, running down between my buttocks and wetting my
anal entrance as I slipped my tongue deep into her hot pussy. Her
cream tasted beautiful, feminine, sexy - her inner flesh hot,
smooth and soft. I drank from her sex duct, lapping up her flowing
juices, savouring her sticky honeydew as she stretched her pussy
lips wide apart, opening her love hole to my thirsty mouth. In my
arousal and confusion, I began to wonder whether or not I'd be able
to enjoy a penis after my lesbian experience. Was I now
bisexual?
I wasn't aware
of Den kneeling between my parted thighs until he rudely rammed his
penis deep into my tight cunt. Gasping through a mouthful of wet
vaginal flesh as he withdrew and thrust into me again, my tethered
body jolting, I wondered at my emotions. My naked body tied with
rope, a lesbian about to come in my mouth, a man's cock about to
spunk inside my cunt... I was awash with sex.
I felt alive
with arousal but, at the same time, riddled with guilt. My body
trembling as my own orgasm neared, my pulsating clitoris massaged
by Den's pistoning cock, the girl's sex nodule throbbing beneath my
snaking tongue - never had I known such pleasure. Far removed from
making love with Mat, I was wallowing in the
tongue. I focused on my taut vaginal flesh, her tongue licking me,
tasting me. What did lesbians do to each other? Would she finger
me?
Closing my
eyes as Den clicked the camera, I felt the girl's tongue move down
my open crack and sweep in circles around my vaginal entrance.
Suddenly, her pink snake entered my sex hole, exploring inside me,
licking my wet inner flesh. I'd known that Den would use me for his
own sexual gratification, but to force me to endure lesbian sex?
I'd misjudged him, underestimated his decadence beyond all
comprehension!
As the
lesbian's fingers penetrated my vagina, massaging me, stretching me
wide open, I shuddered. I felt humiliated, degraded in the extreme
as she sucked my stiffening clitoris into her hot mouth. The most
private part of my body blatantly on show, abused by a naked girl
as the camera shutter clicked, I knew that I'd sunk to the bottom
of the murky pool of depravity. In my naivety, I was sure that I
could sink no further. Surely there could be nothing more insane
than having a lesbian finger and lick me?
My clitoris
responding to her feminine tonguing and sucking, I tried to
convince myself that a tongue was a tongue, a finger a finger, male
or female. But her perfume wafted up my nostrils, the smell of her
hair, her female scent. There was no getting away from the fact
that my clitoris was responding to the sexual stimulation of
another woman.
My sex juices
flowing in torrents, she slipped her wet fingers out of my
tightening vaginal sheath and stood up, her dark eyes locked to
mine. As she knelt on the arms of the chair, her shaved vaginal
lips gaping, only inches from my face, my mouth, I focused on the
globules of opaque liquid clinging to her distended inner petals. I
couldn't perform the lesbian act, I knew, as she moved forward, the
heady scent of her cunt filling my nostrils.
"Lick her,"
Den instructed me as he knelt on the floor beside the chair,
focusing the camera on my flushed face. "Lick her cunt, bitch!" He
was angry, male, cruel and hard - she was soft, smooth in her
femininity. Pressing her yawning sex crack against my mouth, her
warm cream wetting me, she gasped as I tentatively pushed my tongue
out and tasted her there. Her juices trickled down my chin, bathing
me, dribbling.
Pulling her
fleshy lips apart, she exposed her erect clitoris, her pearl, to my
sweeping tongue, her naked body quivering as I repeatedly lapped at
her sex button. Savouring the taste of another woman's vaginal
juices, I closed my eyes, my frightening appetite for lesbian sex
spiralling as I discovered another side to me.
"Tongue my
cunt!" the girl breathed, swivelling her hips and aligning her open
sex hole with my mouth. I felt my own juices of arousal seeping
from my vagina, running down between my buttocks and wetting my
anal entrance as I slipped my tongue deep into her hot pussy. Her
cream tasted beautiful, feminine, sexy - her inner flesh hot,
smooth and soft. I drank from her sex duct, lapping up her flowing
juices, savouring her sticky honeydew as she stretched her pussy
lips wide apart, opening her love hole to my thirsty mouth. In my
arousal and confusion, I began to wonder whether or not I'd be able
to enjoy a penis after my lesbian experience. Was I now
bisexual?
I wasn't aware
of Den kneeling between my parted thighs until he rudely rammed his
penis deep into my tight cunt. Gasping through a mouthful of wet
vaginal flesh as he withdrew and thrust into me again, my tethered
body jolting, I wondered at my emotions. My naked body tied with
rope, a lesbian about to come in my mouth, a man's cock about to
spunk inside my cunt... I was awash with sex.
I felt alive
with arousal but, at the same time, riddled with guilt. My body
trembling as my own orgasm neared, my pulsating clitoris massaged
by Den's pistoning cock, the girl's sex nodule throbbing beneath my
snaking tongue - never had I known such pleasure. Far removed from
making love with Mat, I was wallowing in the
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