Page 22 of Slippery When Wet

I moan, arching my back. As she’s swiping my clit with her tongue, my pussy starts to contract. I murmur softly, pinching my own nipples that have suddenly become hard, brown pebbles of excitement. Hot cream trickles out of my cunt, her curled tongue darting in and out, in and out, to retrieve it.

She sucks my clit like it’s a piece of hard candy, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. “Oh, yes…suck my clit…mmmm…oooh…” I grab her head, clenching my thighs so she can’t move.

“Mmmm,” she moans into my sex, licking, lapping, dipping and darting her tongue, swirling it all around my center. “Your creamy pussy tastes so…sweet.”

She sticks a finger in, then another, into my wetness. My eyes flutter close. Oh, god, I love the sounds of my wet pussy being fucked by fingers. “Mmmph…give me another…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Give me more. Oooh…”

She fucks me with steady thrusts, gliding in and out of me in swift, slippery motions. Two fingers become three, three fingers now become four. I gasp and whimper, enjoying the sensation of having my pussy stretched. I can feel another orgasm building. I moan in my throat as my cunt clamps around her hand.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me. Come all over my fingers…”

“Uhhh…ooooh…mmmmm…aaaah…”

She nips at the pillow softness of my cunt lips, then bites down. I growl, clutching the sheets, reaching for Anya, thrashing as my orgasm crashes over me, snatching my breath. I gasp. She nips me again, then using her tongue to lave the sting.

I pant and scream, nearly out of my mind. My cries of pleasure coming from deep in my throat egg her on, encouraging her to keep stroking my spot.

“That’s it, Miasha. Give it to me…” She clamps her mouth over my pussy and sucks, her tongue wildly slathering my clit, then dipping into my sea of wetness; the waves splashing over her hand, her fingers, and her mouth.

“I hope you’ve saved some for us,” a sultry voice says from the opposite side of the room. I crane my neck to glance over at the door to see who us is. But I don’t see anyone. The door is still shut. No one has walked through it.

But there is another entrance. One in back of us, over in the corner. I assumed it was a door to a closet, but it isn’t.

“Oh, there’s a whole lot more,” Anya says, looking up from between my thighs, her lips soaked and shiny from my juices, slipping three fingers inside of me, probing my pussy until she finds my spot. I cry out. “And she keeps coming and coming and coming.”

“Sounds delicious,” the voice says.

“Yes, it does,” another voice chimes in.

I don’t see who the other women are until they converge onto the bed, bringing with them vanilla- and peach-scented skins and aroused cunts.

“Hello, beautiful,” a tall, dark chocolate woman with dark brown eyes, shiny smooth skin, and short, curly hair says. “I’m Isis.” She’s on the left side of me, while her counterpart—a short, thick-hipped, cinnamon-coated woman with small breasts, is on my right.

“And I’m Jasmine,” she says, leaning forward and wrapping her plump lips around my right nipple. Her tongue swirls over it, causing me to gasp, while Anya goes back to devouring my cunt and Isis lightly tugs my left nipple between her teeth. Both women have a hand between their own spread legs as they suck my breasts, squeeze them, rub my erect nipples against their lips, then stuff each breast back into their mouths and lick while Anya fingers me. Isis and Jasmine both slide two of their wet fingers into my mouth, stretching it open, sharing their tangy juices with me. I lick and suckle and moan as I savor their decadent essence.

I writhe in ecstasy, the heat of passion boiling through my veins as I reach for Isis and Jasmine, my hands and fingers searching between their legs for warmth and wetness. They both moan when I find it. Spirals of tingling sensation pulse through my cunt, curling, swirling.

Anya reaches under me, cups my ass and squeezes it, sucking my pussy lips.

“Mmmph…ohhh, yes…”

Anya’s tongue finds the center of my ass. She laves it, tongues it. And instantly I become a trembling, whimpering mess of hungry need. And then it is there…her finger. Pressing up against the puckering rim; its tip pushing inward.

Oh yes!

My muscles clench, then relax as her finger inches in. She works my asshole, her warm, wet mouth latched onto my clit. It hurt, her finger in my ass, but it also felt good, so very good. I moan, writhing and begging and pleading.

“Yes, oh, yes…”

Isis and Jasmine continue ravishing my breasts while I finger their pussies. Anya pushes a second finger in and searing white heat blazes through me. I arch my back. She scissors her fingers, stretching my heated tightness. My hips lift into her thrusting and sucking and tonguing. She finger-fucks me and sucks my clit until I come again and again and again.

Eventually each woman takes turns eating my cunt, fingering my cunt, lapping my cunt lips, sucking my clit, coating their lips and tongues with my juices as it spills out of my slit.

“Eat her pussy good, Jasmine,” Anya urges, flicking her tongue over a nipple.

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