Curlygirly and Mazza s Big Sandwich Part 1 Getting Ready
- 4 years ago
- 34
- 0
Curlygirly And Mazza’s Big Sandwich, Part 1 – Getting Ready free porn video
This is a story written jointly by myself and my pal, Mazza. We’ve had a forum thread, Curlygirly and Mazza’s Big Sandwich, running for quite a while now on Lush and we thought that it might be fun to write about how things might go, if we could actually make it happen. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!
Curligirly picked up her ridiculous bubble-gum flavoured coffee from the kitchen counter and took a long swig, almost dropping the phone, which was cradled in the crook of her neck. She glanced at the TV, not paying much attention, as she beat some eggs in a stoneware bowl, to glaze the apple pies she was making. The aroma of apple and bubblegum was a most pleasing combination, as it filled her nostrils. She pressed a number and adjusted the phone at her ear, with floury hands.
“God, if cooking has become the new sex, then it sure as hell is just as messy,” she thought, wiping flour from her nose with her sleeve, as she waited for the call to be answered.
***
“Oh you dirty Scottish bitch!” The deep voice growled into Maz’s ear.
“Yes, you know I am and you fucking love it!” She sighed, pressing the phone closer to her face, all the while furiously rubbing her clit.
“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum,” he promised. “You’ll be walking with a limp for a week!”
“Oh, oh, I’m sooo close…” Maz gasped, as she suddenly became aware of an insistent beeping noise in her ear. “Aw, fuck, hold on, I have a call trying to get through, shit!”
“You’re kidding me, right? I’m just about to cum!” He yelled. “Ignore it, ignore it!”
“Nah, it could be important. Sorry, give me a second,” she apologised as she pressed a button. “Hello?” she breathlessly gasped into the mouthpiece.
“Maz, it’s me, Curly! Listen, what time are you gonna get here? Hey, you sound out of breath, did I interrupt something?” She giggled, “Have you decided what you are going to wear yet? Are you going for classy or tarty?”
“Oh hi, CG! Sorry, I was kind of in the middle of erm, something… Hey, I can do classy AND tarty, as you well know – You’re a great teacher, I’ve learned from the best!” Maz brayed, slapping her thigh as she laughed.
“In the middle of what ? Or should I say, whom ? Anyway, you know that I am simply classy as shit, the tart bit is all your own doing. You should definitely show some cleavage though. I think that little black number with the plunging neckline is the way to go,” Curlygirly advised.
“Hold on, give me a second to finish off here, will ya?” She pressed the button to switch calls. “Hello, gorgeous, listen, I’m sorry about this, but I have to go. Can we finish later?”
Her male friend laughed, “Don’t worry, I actually finished while I was waiting for you, looking at a pic of your glorious pussy. Just wiping up my sticky mess now. You owe me one, you sexy little cock tease!!”
“Ha ha, thanks! Dammit, I wish I’d heard that, I love hearing you come and I’m all super horny now! I’ll make it up to you soon. Gotta go, bye!” Maz switched calls back to her friend, “Hey, CG, I’m back, sorry about that. You were saying?”
“I was thinking, why don’t you just come over here and get ready? I’m baking an apple pie, if that’s any incentive?”
“Ha, ha! You domestic goddess, you! You’re always trying to tempt me with your puddings!” Maz laughed, but Curlygirly never heard her, something else had caught her interest and her attention was now focussed on the television.
They were announcing the lottery results, and she’d just registered that they had called out two of her numbers.
“Maz, hold on a sec, I’ve just had two numbers come up on the lottery,” she said, letting go of the whisk, her full attention on the television set.
“Forty seven,” said the glamorous presenter. “Seventeen and finally… Twenty five.”
“Holy fuck!!! Maz, MAZ? Did you hear that??? Oh my fucking god, oh my god, oh my god!” CG brought her hands up to her face, simultaneously putting a powdery handprint on either cheek and dropping both the phone and the bowl of beaten eggs. Her cell landed briefly in the sticky liquid as it fell to the tiled floor, where both bowl and gadget broke into pieces in a yellow, sticky, eggy puddle.
“CG? What’s going on? Are you okay? Talk to me, Curly! Shit, do I need to call an ambulance? Have you fallen and broken a hip or something?” Maz’s cries were barely audible to CG through the viscous layer of egg which was now coating her cellphone, like some bizarre, yellow, phone case.
Curlygirly simply stood, trance-like, frozen in shock at what had just happened.
Suddenly she spotted her purse sitting on a chair and leapt forward to get it, so that she could check her ticket, to see if it was really true. She didn’t notice the sticky pool on the floor and her high heel slipped in it. She flew into the air and landed in a heap, beside both the broken bowl and Maz’s whiny buzzing from the phone. She could feel cold egg soaking through her skirt, into her thong and pussy, as she picked up the phone.
“Maz, Maz! I did just fall on my ass, but I think my hips are okay. I’ve got fucking egg in my pussy!” CG began to snigger, then giggle and then she began to laugh uproariously, runny egg mix on her face now, oozing down her arm and squelching between her legs.
She could barely speak, she was laughing so hysterically, and she could hear Maz going crazy on the other end of the phone.
“Listen, you, get your Scottish ass over here NOW! I think we’ve just won the lottery!”
Curlygirly lay back on the kitchen floor and laughed and laughed so hard that she almost peed her pants.
***
Maz pulled her mobile phone away from her ear and looked at it, confused. The line had just gone dead and she had no idea what CG had just said to her. It sounded as though she were talking underwater. She didn’t know what was up, but she sure as hell sounded hysterical, something about her pussy, her ass and the lottery? God, she knew Curly had always been after her arse, but getting her hands on it would hardly compare to a lottery win. Or would it?
She hoped CG was okay as she hurriedly gathered up the things she would need for their evening together. The original plan had been for her to get ready at home and then go over to her friend’s house, but given that most of her stuff was already sitting out ready to wear, she could just take it with her and grab a shower over there. She swept up the pile of makeup, lotions, potions and paraphernalia that it would take to get her looking good, into a bag. She took a quick look around to make sure she had everything and left her house.
***
She arrived at Curlygirly’s apartment shortly after, knocked on the door and went inside, still worried about her friend, not knowing what had happened when they’d been talking on the phone.
The TV was blaring as she dumped her bags on the kitchen table and called out to announce her arrival. There was no response and she frowned as she walked towards the living room, almost slipping on a pool of congealing yellow liquid which had the pieces of a broken bowl in it.
More than a little worried now, she called out again, “CG? Curly? Where are you?”
Mazza moved quickly through to the living room, but there was no sign of her friend and she called out yet again as she made her way upstairs to her room. As she got closer, she could hear CG’s voice. It sounded as though she was being attacked or something! Fuck!!
Mazza sprinted up the stairs and burst into her room. She wasn’t there but her voice could clearly be heard, “Waaaaaa!”
She almost ran into the ensuite bathroom and spotted CG immediately. She was in the shower, singing her heart out, completely unaware that Mazza had come into the room. She sang as she washed her body. Maz recognised the song, but couldn’t quite place it…
Mazza stood and watched.
‘God, she’s got a great figure,’ thought Maz, as she watched her friend rubbing shampoo into her curly locks.
Although the shower door was steamed up, it was clear enough to see as CG’s hands began to move over her taut body. She stuttered in her singing, pausing as she washed each breast, perfect shiny globes with erect pink nipples, as the bubbly water coursed over them.
Maz was entranced and looked down and noticed that her own nipples were firm and poking jauntily through her top. Her hands absentmindedly began to cup her own breasts, almost mirroring her friend’s movements.
Curlygirly caterwauled the final lyrics, and Maz finally recognized one of their favorite QOTSA songs. “I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chu, again and again and again.”
As she finished up the song, CG grabbed a razor from the shelf and put her shapely leg up on the built-in shower bench. She lathered some more soap between her legs preparing to shave.
Maz continued to watch her friend in the shower, by now, more than a little fixated. Despite the steam, Maz got a perfect look at her friend’s pussy when she placed her foot on the bench and she was shocked when she felt a tingling between her own legs.
As CG quickly and efficiently shaved her pussy lips, Maz’s hand slipped inside her shirt, firmly squeezing her own breasts. She felt goosebumps rise on her flesh as she saw her friend spread her lips open, attempting to get a closer shave. As she bent over slightly to get a few final swipes with the razor, Curly noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t surprised to see Maz in her bathroom, since she had told her to rush right over, however, she was surprised to see that Maz’s hand was inside her blouse and quite blatantly fondling her tits! Although there had never been anything physical between them, there had always been a sexual undercurrent in their friendship. Maz was so busy tweaking her own nipples, that she didn’t see CG surreptitiously glancing her way.
Curlygirly realized she was getting very turned on, knowing that her friend was watching her and also that she was so very obviously enjoying what she was seeing. Since Maz seemed to be appreciating her performance so much, CG figured that she might as well make it a triple X-rated show. She placed the razor back on the shelf and then squeezed out some raspberry-scented body wash on her shower puff. She slowly caressed her skin with the puff, being sure to pay special attention to her breasts. She circled them several times and teased her nipples into hard points, then she closed her eyes as her body began to respond to the sensual stimulation. Slowly, very slowly she moved the puff down her tummy until it was between her legs, with one foot still positioned on the bench, it afforded Maz the perfect view as CG gently rubbed the puff over her mound and her other hand moved up to pinch her nipples.
As CG rubbed harder, Maz couldn’t help but slip her own hand down inside her jeans and into her now-damp panties. Maz began to feel a bit light headed, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the raspberry-scented steam in the room or just from her own excitement. She teased open her pussy lips and began to flick her stiff little nub.
As her own breath quickened, CG dropped the puff to the floor of the shower. Her hand spread her slippery lips as her middle finger plunged deep into her pussy and a soft moan escaped her mouth. She peeked at Maz from under her long eyelashes, as she continued to finger her cleft. She could see that Maz was furiously finger-fucking her own cunt as she stared open-mouthed at her friend’s pussy. CG was already very close to cumming and she wondered if it was because her friend was watching her that she had gotten to this point so quickly. Pulling her middle finger out of her pussy, while still keeping her swollen lips spread, Curlygirly started to frig her clit furiously while pinching her nipple hard.
“God, it feels so fucking good!” She thought to herself.
Noticing her friend’s increased pace, Maz rubbed her own clit faster and faster, matching her movements. She could not believe that she was here, standing in this steam-filled bathroom, masturbating, whilst watching one of her closest female friends do exactly the same. She’d never done anything like this before, but she didn’t care. It was so fucking hot and she had never been quite so fucking turned on as she watched her friend pleasure herself.
CG leaned her head back and slid down the shower wall, as the hot water beat a tattoo on her wet skin. She rubbed faster and faster as she felt her orgasm approaching.
A soft ‘Mmmmmmmm’ escaped her lips as her pussy started to pulse, then she cried out, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!! I’m cumming, Maz! I’m cumming!!!!”
Working her own clit faster, Maz felt her orgasm building, but hearing her name snapped Maz back to attention.
Miracle
- 09.01.2021
- 29
- 0
Nandita To Nandini
- 4 years ago
- 282
- 0
Randi s Vacation Part 3 of Randi
- 4 years ago
- 313
- 0
