Page 18 of Slippery When Wet

“Tell me whose juicy fruit this is?” She finger-fucks my asshole, sliding another peach inside my pussy. I am losing my mind. No, Karalyn is driving me out of my mind. “You like that?”

“Yesssssssss!” I scream, feeling another orgasm pooling its way out of my cum-and-fruit-soaked cunt.

“Whose juicy fruit is this?”

“Yours! Oh, God, yessssss…It’s all yours…uhhhh, oooooooh…”

“Good girl,” Karalyn says. Her tongue slips into my mouth. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and I can taste the juices of the fruit and my pussy. We share a long, heated kiss filled with burning passion and desire. She pulls away and stares at me. A smile stretches across her face. “One of these days, I’ma fuck you real good, Ava.” I blink. “But for now, I’ma eat the rest of this sweet, juicy pussy.” Her head ducks back between my legs. Her hot breath tickles my clit as she slips a strawberry into my slippery slit. “Now come all over my tongue.”

Her mouth covers me. I feel the hot, slick wetness of her tongue as it slides across my pussy. I hear her slurping the juices that dribble out of me, fruit juice, cunt juice. Her tongue darts inside of me fishing and probing out the piece of fruit until she has it in her mouth. She lifts up, chews it, then leans in and kisses me, sending me over the edge all over again. I whimper and moan, my cunt contracting around Karalyn’s fingers.

She reaches for two strawberries, crushes them into her hand, then feeds them into my pussy, slowly…purposefully. She pushes two fingers into me, churning pussy juice and strawberries with twisting fingers. She slides more crushed strawberries into my already juicy cunt.

“Mmmmm, this pussy is so wet…I wanna get lost in this pussy.”

I let out a moan.

She sucks my clit between her soft lips as she finger-fucks me, taking me to a place of ecstasy beyond my wildest imagination. I grip her head between my thighs and scream.

Breathlessly, she’s hovering back over me, offering me her fruit-stained mouth. I slip my tongue into her mouth, greedily sucking on it as if it were a dick. “I’m going to come…” I gasp against her lips. And in a rush, I come over and over.

No, I am not a lesbian. Yet, I am loving the way Karalyn handles my pussy. Oh, God…mmmmph…hands down, thus far, my best orgasms have been with her. And I can’t wait to see what it’s like to be fucked by her.

She leans over me, her eyes delving into mine. Her pillow-soft lips settle over mine, pressing lightly. The tip of her tongue flicks, but when I part my lips to welcome her kiss, she pulls back, cupping my cheek.

Silence.

Intense staring.

Telepathically, she knows. She sees it through the windows of my soul. Forbidden desire has become a burning need. She has become my yearning, my guilty pleasure.

No, I am not a lesbian.

Oh, God! But…

“I’m still famished,” she finally says, slipping her hand between my thighs and licking her shiny, silken lips.

I spread my legs wider, push Karalyn back down between my thighs, arching my back and pushing my cunt into her mouth—welcoming her back to her feast.

My sweet, juicy fruit.

One

Our pussies are wet with cum. The sweet, muskiness of hot, sweaty fucking clings to the air around us, thick and intoxicating, as Celeste—my most recent sexual conquest—rubs her golden-brown pussy between my smooth, chocolate-brown thighs. Clit-to-clit, hips bucking, we’re grinding to a hot, nasty beat filled with low moans and grunts. Our sweat-slick bodies have become one, our cunts dissolving into a steamy river of passion as we buck against the tides of orgasm. Our rhythm and breathing quicken as we near euphoria.

I whisper into her ear. “Oh, God, yessssss…cum for me…”

Mentally, I had been fucking her all morning. From the moment my loving husband walked out the front door of our sprawling Tudor estate at four A.M.—with his Balenciaga briefcase in one hand, and Tiaga leather Louis Vuitton carry-on in his other—and sped off in his 750Li heading en route to the airport for a business meeting in Los Angeles, I began spinning the web of seduction. Text messages filled with the promise of dipping my tongue into her pussy, followed by probing fingers plunging into her tight asshole. Celeste loves ass play. Loves her asshole stuffed with fingers and toys. She’s my kinky, little sex freak.

My secret pleasure.

And, yes, I am living a double-life. One I’ve carefully kept hidden from Aaron—my very wealthy, attorney-husband whom I’ve been happily married to for the last ten years.

Am I living a lie?

No. I’m living my truth. I love my husband. He is my everything. I love all that he represents—the epitome of success. I love his strength and masculinity, his devilishly handsome looks, and his deliciously thick, black dick. And I love the way he makes my body feel when he makes love to me. But, I love pussy, too. I love the femininity of what a woman repre

sents. The curve of her hips, the endless slope of her ass, the dark nipples that swell and harden like chocolate Kisses when aroused. I love the way her cunt warms and wets when excited. Love its sweet, musky scent. Love the way it melts in my mouth and all over my tongue and fingers. Love the way my tongue rolls over her clit and swells as she arches her back and explodes into my mouth.

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