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When we stepped out of the car, Lisa was already awaiting us at her place. As soon as she saw Melanie she knew that something had occurred to her. Mel was still somewhat feeble and had a glassy look in her eyes from all her orgasms in the car.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Lisa said in a caring tone. "Did you get sick in the car?"
"I'm more than okay, love," Mel replied. "You don't need to worry about anything. I'm so happy to see you, you can't imagine."
We had a soup-and-salad dinner, apparently Lisa's favorite kind of light evening meal. We shared a bottle of wine too. Then we went out dancing but returned relatively soon. I think we all knew what was about to happen and we all wanted it to happen.
Lisa's bedroom featured a big queen-size bed that she had prepared for the three of us. No other sleeping accommodation was there. Mel was going to lie in the middle. The wine had its intended effect and we got into a playful mood. We fooled around with each other, caressed Mel and were caressed by her.
"Let me check on your tits," demanded Lisa and moved with her hands underneath Mel's dress.
Mel uttered a light moan and replied daringly, "Let me check on your clit, lover." She slid her hand inside of Lisa's pants while Lisa kept twisting Mel's nipples. Soon both moaned more audibly.
Lisa looked at me and asked if that was okay with me. It sure was! Mel then started to undo my pants and brought out my rock-hard cock.
Lisa and I began to undress Mel then. Every inch of her appearing skin was greeted with kisses and licking. We shared her and both wanted to pleasure her. Meanwhile, Mel caressed both of us at our most erogenous spots. We all started to breathe more heavily.
Lisa leaned over to Mel, their tits touching, their tongues intertwining in a long kiss. They started to ride with their pelvises on each other's legs. They caressed each other's breasts and faces with their hands. Every so often Mel stroked my cock, but concentrated more and more on Lisa. I knew she was approaching a climax fast. Her vagina made loud slurpy sounds by now. And so was Lisa's.
"I'm gonna ride you to it," whispered Mel. Lisa's response was a harder riding rhythm, more heavy breathing and louder splashing from her crotch. Their sex juices ran all over their legs now.
"Please hold your breath before you come," I begged Mel. (I knew she could have ground-shaking orgasms when she held her breath just before coming.) So she did and Lisa rode her like crazy with her wet leg. Then Melanie burst into a wild uncontrolled orgasm that shook her body over and over again. She came so hard and didn't stop for minutes. Squirming like that, she sent Lisa over the edge too.
Lisa's moaning turned to screaming and she clawed her nails into Mel's sweaty skin as she came. Both girls orgasmed multiple times! Their keenness on each other was released in a mutual masturbation frenzy I hadn't witnessed before. For many minutes they went on like two ferocious animals until their climaxes finally subsided. God bless the female body!
They lay there, wet and exhausted, still breathing hard from the sexual tempest. Slowly Mel turned toward me and said in her sweetest voice, "Would you like to make love to me now?"
I couldn't believe she was still ready for more. We started kissing and I caressed her wet pussy with my hard cock. She pushed me in slowly, enjoying every inch of it. I could barely feel the texture of her skin, so wet was she. I began moving slow and deep inside her and along her upper rim. Her eyes were half closed and she was in pure sexual bliss.
Lisa moved toward us and inserted her index finger into Mel as well. I could feel how she circled Mel's clit around my shaft. Mel actually became aroused again and started to squirm under our pleasuring her. Her hands wandered off to Lisa's breasts and we both kissed Mel, taking turns.
Mel is such a strong and extremely sexual lover! She came again with my cock and Lisa's finger inside her pussy. I felt her vaginal muscles stiffen, her orgasm approach and all her lust overwhelming her again. Her orgasm was weaker than the incredible climaxes she had just minutes ago. Yet, she flooded her crotch, her legs and the bed again. She came like a Mahler symphony: mighty and beautiful. I then filled her with everything I had, my river meeting the river inside of her, slowly running down between her thighs.
From all of this, Lisa got horny again also wanted more. "Do you think you are still strong enough to eat me out?" she asked an exhausted Mel.
"Put your pussy over my face, lover," Mel replied. "I'll suck your clit until you can't come anymore."
The girls now put on a tremendous licking session. They changed positions various times, but Mel's tongue was constantly inside of Lisa's pussy. It all ended up in a 69 position with both girls licking each other toward another climax. I couldn't believe their sexual strength, they were both so horny and keen on each other's pussy. They didn't allow themselves a break now.
Then both came and gushed their orgasms into each other's mouths, and again the waves of their climaxes lasted many minutes. They did it relentlessly to each other now; no one would stop first. Their muffled screams filled the room and the gushing sounds of their orgasms was the only thing one could hear.
"Don't stop!" screamed Lisa inside Mel's crotch. "I can still cum more!"
"Don't you ever stop!" screamed Mel from within Lisa's legs, "I can cum even more than you!"
So they went on licking and cumming over and over again. After each series of climaxes, they challenged each other for more. Neither girl was going to be weaker than her lover.
"Show me what you still got," whispered Mel.
"I can still cum much more. What have you got left?" replied Lisa.
"I can cum all night long, you know this," said Mel.
"I can go on like this, whatever it takes. My clit is in full training. Before you came I've already masturbated for hours," said Lisa.
Mel then told her about her masturbation session in the car, which made both of them even hornier. Again they started licking each other towards new climaxes. By now they screamed with each new orgasm. Their writhing bodies were under maximum sexual strain; their clitorises didn't get a break, but they continued to eat each other out, sucked each other to more orgasms and swallowed all of each other's cum.
It became a matter of sexual pride now. During one of her orgasms Lisa screamed, "Lick me harder, Mel, faster and harder!"
Mel then nearly killed Lisa with her tongue and demanded the same from a completely exhausted Lisa. "Do it to me as much as you can and I'll make you cum more if you still can."
Lisa's voice was desperate. "Cum for me and I'll cum even more for you!" She sucked Mel as hard as she could, then she opened her legs again for Mel's lips, tongue and fingers. Both girls exploded in a wild orgasm frenzy; neither of them was going to stop licking the other to ever more climaxes. Both girls gave everything they had.
Their lovemaking had turned into pure sexual rivalry now. Both of them licked and sucked each other for all they were worth. Both girls came with all their strength and lust and sexual passion. Their bodies were in full tension and after each new orgasm, they were soon greedy for another one. No one was ready to give in.
My cock became rock hard again, but the girls were oblivious to that. They were engulfed in a fierce sexual battle. The fact that Lisa had already masturbated hard before we came, the fact that Mel had already had many orgasms on the journey to Lisa's place, the fact that she had had sex with me (as opposed to Lisa) didn't seem to weaken her at all, nor her drive for even more sex, her fight for even more orgasms with Lisa. It became a test of strength now, a contest to sexually dominate the other. They were wildcats wrestling for sexual dominance before my eyes.
After about an hour or more their sex became more desperate, they had to fight harder to cum yet again, but their pride and lust kept them going. They never stopped for more than a few minutes except to gain strength and turn each other on again.
After what seemed like hours, still licking and fingering each other to more (if smaller) orgasms, their screaming turned to a hoarse moaning, their bodies turned limp after each climax now. Their passion was still on, though.
Mel raised the stakes, pointing at me and my hard-on. "Once I've fucked you dry I'll make love to him in front of you. I'll never quit. I'll have his cock as my prize and fuck him over you."
Between her moans, Lisa replied, "If I can outlast you, which I will, I'll fuck your boyfriend in front of you. He'll be my prize then."
I nearly exploded just from watching and listening to this. I approached the battling girls and they both sucked my cock. I said if they licked me at the same time (one to the right, one to the left) I would come all over their faces. Never have I been sucked and licked wilder than by these two. I exploded like a volcano and distributed my load equally over both of their faces.
"Let s go clit to clit--if you dare," said Lisa.
"That's good, my clit will outlast yours in direct contest," replied Mel.
They spread their legs and brought their pussies together. It made a splashing sound when they touched. Both girls moaned loudly from the pleasure. The suction they inflicted on each other was strong and they began panting heavily. The intensity of this clit-to-clit combat could not last very long.
Both were approaching another orgasm, this time directly from the rival's most powerful sexual organ. Mel started to scream as she pushed her clit against Lisa's as hard as she could. This sent Lisa over the edge too and both girls mashed their wet and overfucked pussies into each other again. They stared at each other's eyes and pussies for signs of weakness. But no one stopped the clit-grinding.
With every new wave of spasm, their faces turned more desperate while they screamed and moaned like wounded animals. I got scared for their health now. How long could this sexual duel possibly last without causing real damage to their clitorises? They kept fucking as hard as they could; another wave of orgasms built. After a while, tears started to run down their faces, but they kept fucking each other with all the strength that remained in their exhausted bodies.
It was a fight till exhaustion now. The splashing sounds from their pussies became notably less with the time their duel went on. Their orgasms became weaker now with each new clit-attack. It seemed to turn into a pain contest. Who could withstand more clit-rubbing, who could still moisten her vagina and her labia for another onslaught?
"You know I love you, but I'll never stop this before you stop it!" whispered Lisa.
"My clit will out-fuck yours. I can't stop this now unless you stop it first," replied Mel in a hoarse voice.
"I'll fuck till I faint," said Lisa nearly sobbing.
"I'll fuck you until my last rest of consciousness," replied Mel with a slightly frightened tone.
Both girls crashed with their clits desperately now, half sobbing, half screaming. Their pride was unbroken, but their bodies were getting weaker with every new diminishing climax they forced out. Their only existence was sex and orgasm now, clit against clit in an ultimate test of strength and run to the finish.
In a desperate frenzy of clit-attack, Mel pushed Lisa into a crazy last orgasm that made her collapse in front of her. Lisa screamed during her eruption and basically faded away in complete and utter exhaustion. Her sweat-covered body lay limp next to Mel and she only slightly sobbed while trying to catch her breath.
Mel wasn't in much better shape, her body completely empty. But she wanted the winner's prize now. While Lisa rested half unconscious, Mel masturbated next to her, their bodies touching, so that Lisa could feel it.
"I'm going to fuck you in a minute," she whispered hoarsely to me, "but I want Lisa to watch it consciously."
I couldn't imagine from where Mel took the drive and the strength for still more sex, this time with me. But she was absolutely going to savour her victory over Lisa.
After some minutes Lisa recomposed herself a little and Mel started to sit on top of me slowly circling my cock into her pussy. We slowly made love while Lisa actually tried to masturbate next to her lovemaking friend. She still tried to show her pride and sexual readiness. This turned Mel into hard-riding my cock now. While Lisa tried to masturbate herself to a last orgasm, Mel was starting to scream again and cum with me inside her raw-fucked, but still wet pussy. I came together with her in a hefty explosion.
Lisa was wild again and inserted various fingers inside herself. She masturbated as hard as I've ever seen a girl masturbate. But she was done. Her body had nothing to give anymore. Mel's orgasm was the last of that night.
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Its July Scotland is in the middle of a heat wave first time in years. We haven't seen one another for a couple of weeks as we both have been very busy but still call one another most nights its friday and you call me in the middle of the afternoon saying that you fancy going away for the weekend and would I be interested, Of course I don't need an excuse to go away on the bike with you. So the agreement is I come down on Saturday for around about 10 am and we could just take off down towards...
36Weekend away 1 Friday, work had dragged, hubby had helped her get ready to go out and having rushed around here she was the sun going down, the hot dusty streets still basking in the warmth of the summer day rushing to be at the location where she had been told to meet him.She believed her date would not wait, so her heels clip clopped along the paving at a fair trot, his car stood at the kerbside, the door just open as she by now panting arrived beside the sleek 4x4. She leapt in throwing...
Translatet With GoolgeIt was Friday at had passed 1400 and looked forward to a pleasant evening with Randi. When the bell rang the doorbell. It was the record that came with the package. Waited no packages, but the visitors leveled and took the package into. I opened the box and there lay a patch. Walk in shower and wash well. There are several bags in the package, do not pack the up until you have been notified. Randi. I went in the shower, washed and shaved. Took me morning coat and went into...
This is a longer story than those I’ve written lately. It is not a love story, not an incest story, and not a gay story. Is it a story with a grain of truth in it? That is your call. For me, it is just a fantasy. Weekend at the lake I began loading the car with weekend essentials for a planned escape to the lake. I enjoy a trip there every three or four weekends just to unwind and be foolish for a couple days. My career is in college classrooms teaching college freshmen students their core...
It started with a pink toilet cover. I thought it was a bit peculiar that Mother would have purchased a pink toilet cover for my bathroom, but I didn't say anything about it. I didn't complain or ask her specifically why a pink toilet cover would seem appropriate for a boy's bathroom. The next week, a pink waste basket and hand towels showed up in my bathroom as well. Once again, I didn't say anything. It's not like pink is my least favorite color or anything. Actually, it brightened up...
Chapter V - The Rehearsal Dinner Well, it was finally here. It was time for Mother and me to return home so I could prepare for the rehearsal dinner, meet Richard, and probably make a fool of myself. Mother wanted to prepare herself for her date with William. We both had a nice pink glow from our time out in the sun. It was about 2:00 pm when we arrived back at the house. I was still wearing my swimsuit; it is red, by the way, with a nice cover-up top and my sandals. Mother had on a...
She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly-fitted cut highlighting the budding curves of her slender sixteen-and-a-half year old body – her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute bubble-butt. Helen was a very pretty and attractive teenager even in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classically-simple and elegantly-shaped sheath of satin, she looked absolutely eatable – and I had plans to do just that. We two had been the...
Weekend Sissy Little Girl by SusieQ I looked at my reflection in the hallway mirror. My make up was immaculate, the pink glossy lipstick matched the subtle eyeshadow and the delicate rose blusher, a shade or two darker, flushed my cheeks, highlighting my ultra girly look. Of course the short blond bob wig with its floppy fringe and a white ribbon tied into a bow on top of my head helped. The short pale blue cotton dress I was wearing had a white Peter Pan collar and a fitted bodice...
A WEEKEND PARTYMy wife, Shauna, and I got invited to a swingers bbq a couple weeks ago. We haven’t heard from Dave and Kelsey in some time, it was going to be nice to see them and catch up. Brief history, Dave and I were in the military together and were roommates during our first couple years in California. Man we were bad, we fed off each other. We double teamed every girlfriend we had or any girl we invited over always ended up getting spit roasted on our cocks. We both knew we were always...
Weekend Daughter By Pamela ([email protected]) My mother, may she rest in peace, was a very beautiful woman. She had done some modeling and been in some theater productions and even a couple of movies, but then she decided she wanted a quieter life. She met and married my dad and had me, Greg, a son. Unfortunately, my dad was a philanderer and when I was about 5 he left to never be heard from again. Though, many years later, I did receive a small inheritance from him after he...
I sleep on my side, not so well on my back, so it was natural that I was turned towards Rita or Claire the entire night. Rita had climbed into bed on my left, my wife Claire on my right, and they had stayed there all evening, sexy naked bookends for me. There was plenty of room for us, and I woke several times during the night to one or the other snuggling up against me, bare breasts and naked thighs pressed up against my body. Sometimes it was both of them, and I traded kisses with the one I...
Part II To be feminine, one must surround oneself with feminine things, Mother informed me. I didn't have to run next door every time I wanted those wonderful girly feelings, Mother said. She decorated my room so I'd start feeling like a bridesmaid. Apparently there are three important things that happen in a bride's preparations that I'd have to participate in. First was a bridal shower. I explained to Mother that Richard wasn't going to be there, so asked why I had to attend. She...
I read on my Graduation Card. I looked up and seen her eyes smileing at me it was kind of special to me. Ali was a very toned and shapely young ladie. She was as old as me but one year behind in school due to late birthday. she and i planed to go to community college and all of our friends were going north for school. It was rather disapoiting all my best buds gone for the school year but hopefully i will transfer there after 2 years but we will see? It was that time when everyone was...
Weekend Story - Part One Thursday night found us packing the cases ready for a very naughty weekend. It seemed to have taken forever to get here. We were now middle aged, without family responsibilities, free to do what we wanted and to please ourselves. Both still fit, good looking, me slim and blonde, Rob tall and dark and both with a hunger for plenty of good adventurous sex. Rob came into the bedroom and looked at the piles of my sexy clothes next to the suitcase. "We're only taking one...
Wife LoversI listened half-attentively as Sarah answered the ringing phone, Weekend of Surprises, Part 1 ? Bob Aganoush Note:? If you?re looking for wall-to-wall sex, this story isn?t for you.? There?s quite a bit of sex, but also at least a modicum of plot and character development.? So you need to have some patience to enjoy this story. ?Wow, how are you?? I haven?t talked to you in what, about three years?? Where?? When?? Absolutely, we?re not doing anything, we?d love to see you!? Okay, give...
I sat in Mrs. Myers’ senior English class. I was half nodding because I was up late playing Madden NFL 16 on my PS3 against my little b*****r. We split the wins one and one. I still can’t believe how he beat me. It was a lucky ass field goal attempt that went good. I lost by two points. I’m still kinda pissed if you can’t tell. Anyway, this old woman is going on and on about some shit I care nothing about. I winked at my girlfriend, Kara, who is across the room. Her smile can kill. She’s...