nudes-des-artiste in topic Pussy · Edited
She stood for a moment, splendid in her nakedness, confident that she was still the most beautiful woman in the room and it was this sense of certainty that somehow got to me.
After all I had been through there was a strange comfort as she took up her position on the bed as though it were her rightful place.
“I hope you’ve saved something special for me.”
Unlike the others she faced down my body and I assumed that this was to allow them to see more clearly her dominion over me but I had underestimated the depths of her depravity.
As I watched she adjusted her position slightly and then reached behind her to take hold of the taut globes of her arse. Making sure that the others understood exactly what she intended she slowly, almost theatrically, parted her cheeks.
I felt something akin to vertigo. My heart hammered in my chest and I was breathing quickly and deeply. Her buttocks loomed large, filling my field of vision, and there at the centre was the forbidden opening. It seemed to pulsate, the dark eye flexing ever so slightly in a movement only just magnified by the grey pink radiating lines.
My eyes flicked lower, almost longingly, towards her sex but there could be no doubt that she was demanding the ultimate abasement.
“Lick it.”
She spoke quietly, assuredly, and I could sense the others holding their breath. I had never done it before, in fact the prospect of doing such a thing with a man was appalling, but with her it seemed less unnatural.
At that moment she appeared the embodiment of perfection but even as she lowered herself towards me I registered the tiniest of flaws; the way that she had depilated herself slightly unevenly and the dark shadows of a fading pair of tiny spots.
I could feel her body heat as she waited, expectantly, just millimetres above me and my mind was in a painful turmoil. It was so wrong, so shameful, but there existed a bubble of peaceful isolation in which, at that moment only she and I existed.
My tongue seemed no longer to obey my will. I stretched it slowly, uncertainly, until I touched it to dark centre of her cleft and then I licked gently. The taste was a mixture of salty perspiration and stale arousal but I ignored it as I examined the texture of her, from the smoothness of the cleft to the taut, restrained, strength of the muscle itself.
The room was silent and still but it was of no consequence as I continued with my task caught up in a world of my own. Izabel, held herself poised, accepting my tribute but there was the slightest flutter suggesting that she could not quite believe it was happening.
I grew bolder, extending the sweep of my tongue to take in her perineum where I was aware of the almost imperceptible hairs that she had obviously been at pains to remove.
There was a strong temptation to take in her labia, to taste her once more, but we were held in an unspoken tension. Did she dare order me to break the final taboo?
The prospect of it made me shiver inside but the feeling was one of delicious fear which became focussed as a tingling in my neglected sex.
Eventually, she spoke as I knew she would.
“I want to feel you inside me…”
Nervous sweat ran freely from my brow as I hesitated but then she leant forward, dropping onto my mouth in the process, and at the same time I felt the comfort of her hand on my sex.
She began to stroke me gently and with each movement of her fingers my tongue was encouraged to extend further. I touched the tip to the tight opening, which was already wet with my saliva, and pushed tentatively.
I knew immediately that, in order to comply, I was going to use all the strength of my tongue. There could be no fooling myself that what was happening was in any way accidental.
As if to encourage that effort I felt a finger teasing my clitoris and I groaned as pulses of arousal travelled to my extremities. Without thinking I sealed my mouth more tightly to her and with a single lunge I broke through the outer ring.
For a few seconds we remained motionless. I guess that she had been taken by surprise but then, slowly, she began to squeeze almost as if to test that it had really happened.
The pressure was almost painful and I worked my tongue to ease it but that only served to increase her excitement.
“I want to feel it deeper.”
I was already at my limit but she was not to be denied. She cruelly ignored my sex and sat up over my face my tongue a millimetre or two further inside.
It was clear that she had been planning this all along. I could taste the sour residue of soap but it could not disguise a more musty undertone. Even as I contemplated this I was aware of shadows falling over me as the others drew closer and looked on with something approaching awe.
I was horribly aware of myself, my ragged, noisy, breathing and the trail of spittle escaping from the corner of my open mouth. I wanted to withdraw but now that Izabel had the measure of the situation she clenched me firmly in place and I could fell the motion of her fingers as she began to masturbate.
To begin with she worked on her clitoris but then she pushed her fingers deep inside as though probing for my tongue across the divide. Encouraged by the others it did not take long for her to reach a climax but it brought tears to my eyes as she squeezed me even more tightly whilst caught up in the final, joy-bringing, contractions...
Extracted from You Are What You Eat by krr1957 on
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #greatass #artistic #penthousemagazine #vintage
After all I had been through there was a strange comfort as she took up her position on the bed as though it were her rightful place.
“I hope you’ve saved something special for me.”
Unlike the others she faced down my body and I assumed that this was to allow them to see more clearly her dominion over me but I had underestimated the depths of her depravity.
As I watched she adjusted her position slightly and then reached behind her to take hold of the taut globes of her arse. Making sure that the others understood exactly what she intended she slowly, almost theatrically, parted her cheeks.
I felt something akin to vertigo. My heart hammered in my chest and I was breathing quickly and deeply. Her buttocks loomed large, filling my field of vision, and there at the centre was the forbidden opening. It seemed to pulsate, the dark eye flexing ever so slightly in a movement only just magnified by the grey pink radiating lines.
My eyes flicked lower, almost longingly, towards her sex but there could be no doubt that she was demanding the ultimate abasement.
“Lick it.”
She spoke quietly, assuredly, and I could sense the others holding their breath. I had never done it before, in fact the prospect of doing such a thing with a man was appalling, but with her it seemed less unnatural.
At that moment she appeared the embodiment of perfection but even as she lowered herself towards me I registered the tiniest of flaws; the way that she had depilated herself slightly unevenly and the dark shadows of a fading pair of tiny spots.
I could feel her body heat as she waited, expectantly, just millimetres above me and my mind was in a painful turmoil. It was so wrong, so shameful, but there existed a bubble of peaceful isolation in which, at that moment only she and I existed.
My tongue seemed no longer to obey my will. I stretched it slowly, uncertainly, until I touched it to dark centre of her cleft and then I licked gently. The taste was a mixture of salty perspiration and stale arousal but I ignored it as I examined the texture of her, from the smoothness of the cleft to the taut, restrained, strength of the muscle itself.
The room was silent and still but it was of no consequence as I continued with my task caught up in a world of my own. Izabel, held herself poised, accepting my tribute but there was the slightest flutter suggesting that she could not quite believe it was happening.
I grew bolder, extending the sweep of my tongue to take in her perineum where I was aware of the almost imperceptible hairs that she had obviously been at pains to remove.
There was a strong temptation to take in her labia, to taste her once more, but we were held in an unspoken tension. Did she dare order me to break the final taboo?
The prospect of it made me shiver inside but the feeling was one of delicious fear which became focussed as a tingling in my neglected sex.
Eventually, she spoke as I knew she would.
“I want to feel you inside me…”
Nervous sweat ran freely from my brow as I hesitated but then she leant forward, dropping onto my mouth in the process, and at the same time I felt the comfort of her hand on my sex.
She began to stroke me gently and with each movement of her fingers my tongue was encouraged to extend further. I touched the tip to the tight opening, which was already wet with my saliva, and pushed tentatively.
I knew immediately that, in order to comply, I was going to use all the strength of my tongue. There could be no fooling myself that what was happening was in any way accidental.
As if to encourage that effort I felt a finger teasing my clitoris and I groaned as pulses of arousal travelled to my extremities. Without thinking I sealed my mouth more tightly to her and with a single lunge I broke through the outer ring.
For a few seconds we remained motionless. I guess that she had been taken by surprise but then, slowly, she began to squeeze almost as if to test that it had really happened.
The pressure was almost painful and I worked my tongue to ease it but that only served to increase her excitement.
“I want to feel it deeper.”
I was already at my limit but she was not to be denied. She cruelly ignored my sex and sat up over my face my tongue a millimetre or two further inside.
It was clear that she had been planning this all along. I could taste the sour residue of soap but it could not disguise a more musty undertone. Even as I contemplated this I was aware of shadows falling over me as the others drew closer and looked on with something approaching awe.
I was horribly aware of myself, my ragged, noisy, breathing and the trail of spittle escaping from the corner of my open mouth. I wanted to withdraw but now that Izabel had the measure of the situation she clenched me firmly in place and I could fell the motion of her fingers as she began to masturbate.
To begin with she worked on her clitoris but then she pushed her fingers deep inside as though probing for my tongue across the divide. Encouraged by the others it did not take long for her to reach a climax but it brought tears to my eyes as she squeezed me even more tightly whilst caught up in the final, joy-bringing, contractions...
Extracted from You Are What You Eat by krr1957 on
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #greatass #artistic #penthousemagazine #vintage
