The longer I waited the more embarrassed I felt but just as I steeled myself to act Cassandra nudged me again. My instinctive reaction was to move and allow her more room but as I half turned in the gloom I saw her hands reaching up under her skirt. In the space of two breaths she had kicked off her shoes and pushed her tights and panties down to her ankles in one piece. She then took them off altogether, using her feet, before hiking up her skirt.
She now sat, almost naked to the waist, with her legs open. The fetid air beneath the table, already redolent with the heady scent of Claire’s arousal, was now imbued with the fresher overlay of Cassandra’s.
I knelt there, dumbly, looking between her legs and staring at her sex. She was of a slim build and her sex seemed, somehow, out of proportion. The mound was prominent, intimidating, almost as though it had ignored the diet regime that the rest of her body had embraced.
There was no doubt about what she wanted from me and the choice was mine. I could have refused, perhaps even have stormed out in high dudgeon, but the coward in me won out. The easy option was to stay where I was, in my own private world, and do what was wanted of me; but was it what I wanted for myself?
“Oh hell! She’s doing it!”
Cassandra squealed as I nudged my way between her legs. Her sex was dressed with a neat triangle of tight, fiery, red curls which was fitting because she was almost molten with excitement. As soon as I touched my tongue to her she opened up like a fairy tale cave and I penetrated her with ease.
“Oh fuck! Yes! ”
I pushed my tongue deep inside and she shifted forward slightly on her seat to meet me.
“She really knows what to do.”
I curled my tongue upwards and massaged the area just behind her clitoris and her body was immediately put into an excited tension. With a perverse sense of pride I continued to lick very gently and held her there feeling her continue to tighten like a drawn bow.
Claire had managed to retain some composure and Cassandra tried to do the same but the novelty and the wickedness of the situation was too much for her.
“Oh you teasing little whore!…Lick me!”
With a jerk she ejected my tongue but immediately pushed herself back at me. Knowing exactly what she wanted I opened my mouth around her sex and applied my tongue to her clitoris. I put from my mind the image of swallowing a small furry animal and licked with stabbing thrusts.
Her body began to spasm and, at one point, her knee banged painfully against the underside of the table but she was too far gone to care. I could no longer latch on to her clitoris and I simply licked her sex as best I could but it was good enough.
“Oh Fuck!…”
Her legs straightened, and Claire had to move back a little to give her room, as she reached a wet and noisy climax.
“Excuse my language, but that was something of a new experience.”
Cassandra laughed as she pushed me away. She was certainly not the prim young woman that I remembered from university.
There was a moment of silence whilst Cassandra composed herself and then I heard Claire speak.
“Okay Donna, your turn.”
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She now sat, almost naked to the waist, with her legs open. The fetid air beneath the table, already redolent with the heady scent of Claire’s arousal, was now imbued with the fresher overlay of Cassandra’s.
I knelt there, dumbly, looking between her legs and staring at her sex. She was of a slim build and her sex seemed, somehow, out of proportion. The mound was prominent, intimidating, almost as though it had ignored the diet regime that the rest of her body had embraced.
There was no doubt about what she wanted from me and the choice was mine. I could have refused, perhaps even have stormed out in high dudgeon, but the coward in me won out. The easy option was to stay where I was, in my own private world, and do what was wanted of me; but was it what I wanted for myself?
“Oh hell! She’s doing it!”
Cassandra squealed as I nudged my way between her legs. Her sex was dressed with a neat triangle of tight, fiery, red curls which was fitting because she was almost molten with excitement. As soon as I touched my tongue to her she opened up like a fairy tale cave and I penetrated her with ease.
“Oh fuck! Yes! ”
I pushed my tongue deep inside and she shifted forward slightly on her seat to meet me.
“She really knows what to do.”
I curled my tongue upwards and massaged the area just behind her clitoris and her body was immediately put into an excited tension. With a perverse sense of pride I continued to lick very gently and held her there feeling her continue to tighten like a drawn bow.
Claire had managed to retain some composure and Cassandra tried to do the same but the novelty and the wickedness of the situation was too much for her.
“Oh you teasing little whore!…Lick me!”
With a jerk she ejected my tongue but immediately pushed herself back at me. Knowing exactly what she wanted I opened my mouth around her sex and applied my tongue to her clitoris. I put from my mind the image of swallowing a small furry animal and licked with stabbing thrusts.
Her body began to spasm and, at one point, her knee banged painfully against the underside of the table but she was too far gone to care. I could no longer latch on to her clitoris and I simply licked her sex as best I could but it was good enough.
“Oh Fuck!…”
Her legs straightened, and Claire had to move back a little to give her room, as she reached a wet and noisy climax.
“Excuse my language, but that was something of a new experience.”
Cassandra laughed as she pushed me away. She was certainly not the prim young woman that I remembered from university.
There was a moment of silence whilst Cassandra composed herself and then I heard Claire speak.
“Okay Donna, your turn.”
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